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Horses are just big, while Foxes are not. \n\nJoin my [url=https://t.me/joinchat/S3QwC6K2wVU0XzBf]Telegram.[/url] We got polls there and a couple of pictures that I haven't posted here! \n\nStory:\n\nYrsa broke the yoke of slavery about a year ago. She had been owned by the merchant Bernhard, a male Horse, for a decade. Rage and vengeance filled her heart when thinking about the Horse. The many years lost to him. Time, she lived in humiliation and misery by the uncaring merchant. Yet, worst of all, she considered this man weak. He used a magic talisman to dominate her. Pitiful! \n\nIf he had been stronger than her, she would have been more willing to accept her role. She still would not have enjoyed it, but she respected strength. Yrsa would not have perceived herself humiliated as much in that circumstance. Neither the nudity nor the hard but mundane and simple labor would have bothered her beyond the general demeaning nature of the matter. \n\nHowever, being enslaved by someone she considered weak earned her eternal vengeance. For ten years, she dreamed and longed for payback, and she finally achieved it a year ago. \n\nThe story of a robber Baroness:\n\nThe Bear had not been idle since she shook off the yoke of slavery. She had been a warrior before enslavement, and despite a decade of carrying crates, it did not dull her prowess and skill with a spear. \n\nAt first, she waylaid small groups of travelers by herself. Eventually, she hired accomplices who followed her lead. The prey became bigger, and the profits were invested in hiring more brigands.\n\nThe gang grew, and she became their undisputed leader. With more than fifty outlaws under her command, she grew to be the scourge of caravans and travelers. Her radius of action lay in an area with little control of any realm or city-state. Thus, she became the law.\n\nThose who traveled her territory had to pay the toll or she seized the whole caravan. Most travelers paid. But occasionally, some refused, thinking they had sufficient mercenary protection. They regretted their refusal quickly. Yrsa’s gang was not a ragtag group of rooks. Every single man and woman under her command knew to fight, and Yrsa turned out to be as skilled a commander as she was as a fighter. \n\nYet, to give Yrsa some credit, anyone who paid the ransom not only gained immunity from her gang, but she would protect their \"customer\" for as long as they remained in \"her\" territory. Additionally, she kept her land free from any rivaling brigands and outlaws. \n\nThe rapid growth of her gang was kicked off by the moderate wealth she \"inherited\" from her previous owner. She put the money and goods to proper use to acquire weapons and a hideout for her brigands.\n\nWhile she gained power, she never forgot to repay her ex-owner in kindness. Her rage and vengeance toward him never ceased. Yrsa did her best to make the Horse's life as miserable as possible. He became the undisputed lowest of her slaves. Admittedly, she owned not more than four at the time of this report.\n\nYes, despite having suffered through a decade of slavery, she had little, if any, objections to owning slaves herself. She had little morals, and the credo she followed could be briefly summed up as: \"The stronger one rules.\"\n\nYrsa never missed an opportunity to show Bernhard that he was indeed the lowest and pitifullest of them all. She happily encouraged her growing gang to use Bernhard for their enjoyment. He was the servant and sex toy to every single man. That included her other three slaves.  \n\nBernhard was given the lowest and most undesirable tasks: cleaning the outhouse, fetching water from the river naked in the cold of winter—he, of course, was always naked, as all slaves were—washing the dirty clothes, and so on. Additionally, he had to perform any and every sexual task that was asked of him.\n\nYet worse, he had to endure long hours of torture by Yrsa. She never tired of punishing his balls and cock, or whipping him until he passed out.  \n\nLastly, since the unhappy Horse had to follow the orders of the other slaves as well. Sometimes, their commands contradicted the orders of Yrsa or her thugs. If, though, he had to decide which task he performed and be sure that the other one would be permitted to punish him for failing their task. \n\nUnlike Bernhard, the Arctic Fox, Yrsa's former fellow slave, was not as unfortunate as the Horse. While he hoped to gain his freedom and instead only realized he had changed his owner from Horse to Polar Bear, Yrsa ensured that the Fox's quality of life improved. \n\nNot that the Arctic Fox appreciated it too much at first—or ever. He genuinely had hoped he would be set free. Remaining a slave was not his preferred outcome of the Polar Bear's revolt. But for Yrsa, the Fox was the property of the Horse, and after overthrowing Bernhard, all his property, including the Fox, became hers. \n\nThat aside, she enjoyed the company of the awkward man too much. Setting him free would have risked losing the man she was so fond of. Thus, keeping him as a slave was her preferred solution. And since he remained a slave, his preferred solution was of no consequences to her. \n\nBesides, she practically had used him as a sex toy when they had been both slaves. Though, it seemed natural to Yrsa that this Fox was truly and entirely hers to possess. She had played with his cocks hundreds of times. Edged the poor man for many hours and denied him thousands of orgasms. She loved playing with him. She adored his cries and whimpers when she denied him yet another orgasm. In her way, she loved the Fox. She knew he did not reciprocate that love. The Bear was fully aware he likely never will. All the more reason to make this a nonmatter and keep him around as a slave. \n\nAs I reported earlier, the Bear possessed little in the matter of morals, and worse, the world she lives in widely accepted the existence of slavery. Thus, while her robbery would be considered criminal and despicable, the fact that she owns slaves would be widely accepted and even expected in most parts of this barbaric world. \n\nHowever, continuing with the report. She only permitted the poor Vulpine to cum a dozen or so times during the five-year period where they both were the property of Bernhard. She never enjoyed granting him those orgasms. Though she feared for the sanity of the Fox, and accepted that she had to gift him those rare treats. Being enslaved by the merchant, and dominated by his fellow slave would have been too much for the Fox otherwise. She realized that.\n\nNow, with complete and official control over him, she fulfilled her fantasies to the fullest. He would be a pampered Fox, living in relative luxury and safety. But his cock would never be touched again! His cock belonged to her and only her! And she had no intentions to use it. \n\nHe would sleep in a warm bed (with her, of course), eat good food in any quantity he desired, and have plenty of free time. There would be no more heavy labor for him. The Fox would be a comfortably living one, albeit exceedingly horny. She would take care of the man if he wanted to or not. \n\nThe Fox was as precious to her as the Horse was despised. \n\nThe story of two Horses:\n\nDuring raids, Yrsa came into possession of two gelded Horses. Usually, the Polar Bear sold the slaves she stole like any other merchandise. On rare occasions, if they were skilled fighters with little remorse, she hired them for her gang. The two Geldings were an exception to her rule of either recruiting or selling slaves.\n\nHowever, the two men intrigued the Bear. She liked their looks. Their ball-less state added to the intimate erotic the two naked men radiated. Her decision was finalized when they told their story.\n\nThe two Geldings were lovers but belonged to rivaling families divided by a vendetta lasting for more than a century. The conflict was embedded deeply into both houses and had become an identity for them; thus, they did not tolerate a romance. \n\nIn a rare occasion of unanimous agreement, the head of the houses and the firstborns decided that this relationship between two later-born males had to be punished. They decided they both should be castrated and sold as slaves to two different faraway mines deep in the mountains. Neither of the lovers should ever see the sun or the other Horse again. \n\nNow, while both males were too soft and sweet to be considered members of her syndicate, she offered them to be slaves in her hideout. If they denied the proposal, they would be sent to the next slave market, and Yrsa would not care what happened after. Given the nature of the slave trade, they would be likely separated.  \n\nThe lovers were well aware that there was hardly a choice. They knew, as did the Bear, that refusing the offer would not gain them anything but likely lose them what they had left, which was each other. Thus, they agreed, relieved and grateful for the opportunity to stay together.\n\nBoth would have, of course, preferred a free life, ideally with their genitals intact. But if slavery was their fate, they agreed that this was an acceptable outcome. Yrsa did not take them in as some lowly slaves. They received unusual privileges. Yrsa permitted them to give orders to any other slave. Granted, with only two other slaves, this privilege didn't carry too much power. More important and valuable was that they only listened to Yrsa's orders.\n\nThey were shielded from the debaucheries of the brigands. Anyone touching them would lose his hands. Like the Fox, they enjoyed good food and warm beds. In fact, they regularly shared the bed with the Vulpine when Yrsa didn't require him. Most importantly, there was only one bed for the two of them. The Polar Bear fully welcomed and encouraged their relationship.\n\nIn fact, Yrsa regularly ordered them to love each other in front of her. Both Horses considered this task as exceedingly awkward and demeaning at first. With time, they got used to it. They were relieved that the Bear did not use her voyeurism to mock them or interfere with their love game. There were no commands or expectations by the Polar Bear in what manner or pace the two Geldings performed their sex. Yrsa simply enjoyed watching the two naked, deballed men loving each other.  \n\nLastly, they were encouraged to include the horny Fox in their love plays on occasion. They happily did---much to the disapproval of the Fox. Not that anyone has put much thought into the Vulpine's opinion on that matter. The gentle giants would make it worthwhile for the Fox every time. They would never hurt him. \n\nYet being trapped between the two loving giants and used in their love play made the Fox feel even more awkward than usual. Being molested and bullied by Yrsa was scary enough for him. He had not asked for more strong dominant furs in his life. No matter how respectful and gentle they were.\n\nFirst his freedom, then his balls:\n\nBernhard, the merchant who used to live in moderate wealth, found himself on the wrong end of Yrsa's rage. He successfully delivered supplies to some remote outposts of civilization—supplies carried on the backs of Yrsa and our awkward Vulpine. Yet one fumble, which resulted in the temporary loss of the talisman that bound Yrsa to his command, was sufficient for the tall polar Bear to seize her freedom. The Horse fell deep, indeed. \n\nWhile a free man, the Horse put little consideration into a slave's comfort. It was as nonsensical as to consider a chair's well-being. Slaves were utilitarian objects to be used to a person's advantage. He quickly found out that it was not particularly enjoyable to be a slave.\n\nHowever, being Yrsa's least favorite was devastating. The vengeful Polar Bear ensured the former merchant was as miserable and perpetually punished as possible. He was required to perform the lowest tasks and enjoyed no protection from her gang of brigands. The only thing not permitted was to end his suffering by killing him or maiming him. \n\nYrsa followed that rule herself, and while she loved to cause him pain, she cared not to render him permanently damaged. However, she permitted herself an exception to that rule once. \n\nAfter she had acquired the two Geldings, she couldn't have her lowest slave keep his balls while her two highest ones showed smooth skin beneath their cocks. Thus, she promptly decided to de-ball the former merchant. It seemed unjust to Yrsa that her lowest could otherwise enjoy something her adored Geldings could not. \n\nHer knife quickly and painfully fixed that situation. The former merchant had received his ultimate humiliation and punishment, the final degradation after he thought he had reached rock bottom long ago. \n\nThus, incidentally, the only slave with balls in Yrsa's possession remained the Fox. However, Yrsa rather considered him a fusion of a sex toy and a plush animal than an actual slave. \n\nSex toy, Plush animal, and occasionally a Vulpine:\n\nNot that retaining his balls helped the Fox in any tangible way. Yrsa forbade him to cum. When he was a slave together with the Polar Bear, she seized control over his orgasms. She had no trouble bullying the small male into compliance.\n\nDuring those five years, she permitted \"her\" Fox to orgasm less than a dozen times. Now, for the past year, the Fox had officially become Yrsa's property. In this year, he orgasmed precisely zero times. No matter how much he begged and pleaded. Yrsa preferred her Fox horny and pent-up. Now that she could pamper him, she ceased to grant him his rare orgasms. Yrsa thought them superfluous and unnecessary to maintain decent mental stability for the man. \n\nEarly after the change of ownership, the Bear had looted a box with some odd goods. Sex toys, to be precise. One of which was a very restrictive chastity device. And furthermore, for the Fox's impressive appendage way too small. \n\nUnfortunately, the Bear made it fit. Ever since, the Fox's member has been trapped in that small cage, soft, helpless, and yearning for mercy. Yrsa made it clear to the man that she had no intention of ever removing the chastity device. \n\nNeither he nor anyone else would ever again see his penis. She told him that he would never experience an erection again. When Yrsa explained those matters to him, the Fox's muzzle was buried deep in the Bear's vagina and gave her multiple orgasms. \n\nAfter all, now, as leader of a band of brigands, she would have no time to have an eye on him all day. His promise that he would never touch himself without her permission didn't convince her. Why trust a Fox if she can assure her preferred result of a permanently horny Vulpine!\n\nAnd indeed, no matter his begging and pleading, she simply smiled and reveled at his frustration and misery. She made only one concession; from now on, the Fox would be permitted to cum whenever he chose. \n\nThe Fox quickly uncovered what an empty gift that was. With the chastity device as restrictive as it was, he didn't manage to gain more than a ruined orgasm every 3 - 4 months—which left him hornier than before. \n\nThus, despite not having to do any hard labor anymore and living in luxury shielded from her gang, the Fox couldn't be unhappier. The warm baths every evening were a small consolation. Yes, being sweaty and dirty all day, every day, as he was when he had to carry heavy loads for the Horse, disgusted him. Now, he was always clean and smelled like roses. Yet, he wanted to be free. And if not free, he'd wished to at least his cock free. But his penis was as trapped as he was.  \n\nThe Vulpine had a hard time deciding if his constant enforced horniness helped him or hurt him even more when Yrsa or the two Geldings played with him. They were the only three people who had permission to touch him. \n\nOn one hand, being horny made the unwelcome sexual advances he had to endure more palatable. On the other hand, he could never feel anything but awkward and threatened by the three furs that were taller and stronger than him. Big hands that explored his bare body. Balls and anus were their favorite destination.\n\nEach of the three was strong enough to lift the smaller male with a single arm. They could turn and push him around as they liked. He had no power to resist them. Not that anyone would hurt him—the Vulpine knew that much. And while Yrsa played rough, the two Geldings were gentle with him. Yet, they all made him feel small and helpless, which scared the man. \n\nNo matter how rough or sweet, all three presented themselves as demanding lovers. They knew what they wanted and used the Fox the way they desired. His consent did not matter to any of them. He was a slave. \n\nThe big difference between the Bear and the Geldings was that the Yrsa usually required the Fox to pleasure her. On the other hand, the two Horse lovers preferred to pleasure the Fox. At first, that sounds great, until one realizes that the chastity device turns this game into torture. They didn't do it out of malice. They genuinely enjoyed pleasuring the small male. In fact, they would love to play with the man's cock and make him cum over and over. \n\nThe rare ruined orgasm he experienced he always gained when the Horses played with him. For them, it was a game to make the soft, trapped, and hidden cock of the Vulpine leak as much salty juice as possible. Every time they are done with the poor man, he lies panting and whimpering on his back. Hornier than he had before. \n\nHowever, the part our Vulpine friend considered the most awkward was when the two Geldings would \"ask\" him to sleep with them. He would lie between the two big males. Sweating while being squeezed between the iron-hard muscular bodies. Their soft Gelding cocks would push and rub on his body. And unseen, his cock would rage and cry in its tiny cage. He always suffered a sleepless night with them. Horny and sweating. \n\nThus the Fox, for the time being, remained an exceptionally horny man in the clutches of a dominant Polar Bear woman and two demanding Geldings. All three took full advantage of the small pent-up Vulpine. \n\nOf course, his life had objectively improved with Yrsa. Yet unsurprisingly, he yearned for freedom. But the Fox knew of his cowardness. There was no hope for a naked man to survive the ever-cold and freezing mountain range. Nor did the jungle below welcome the unequipped fool. Besides, there was little chance for him to escape a camp of 50 tough bandits. Thus, the Vulpine remained a Bear's toy. \n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Despite the drastic size difference, all the characters are adults in their mid-twenties. Horses are just big, while Foxes are not.

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Story:

Yrsa broke the yoke of slavery about a year ago. She had been owned by the merchant Bernhard, a male Horse, for a decade. Rage and vengeance filled her heart when thinking about the Horse. The many years lost to him. Time, she lived in humiliation and misery by the uncaring merchant. Yet, worst of all, she considered this man weak. He used a magic talisman to dominate her. Pitiful! 

If he had been stronger than her, she would have been more willing to accept her role. She still would not have enjoyed it, but she respected strength. Yrsa would not have perceived herself humiliated as much in that circumstance. Neither the nudity nor the hard but mundane and simple labor would have bothered her beyond the general demeaning nature of the matter. 

However, being enslaved by someone she considered weak earned her eternal vengeance. For ten years, she dreamed and longed for payback, and she finally achieved it a year ago. 

The story of a robber Baroness:

The Bear had not been idle since she shook off the yoke of slavery. She had been a warrior before enslavement, and despite a decade of carrying crates, it did not dull her prowess and skill with a spear. 

At first, she waylaid small groups of travelers by herself. Eventually, she hired accomplices who followed her lead. The prey became bigger, and the profits were invested in hiring more brigands.

The gang grew, and she became their undisputed leader. With more than fifty outlaws under her command, she grew to be the scourge of caravans and travelers. Her radius of action lay in an area with little control of any realm or city-state. Thus, she became the law.

Those who traveled her territory had to pay the toll or she seized the whole caravan. Most travelers paid. But occasionally, some refused, thinking they had sufficient mercenary protection. They regretted their refusal quickly. Yrsa’s gang was not a ragtag group of rooks. Every single man and woman under her command knew to fight, and Yrsa turned out to be as skilled a commander as she was as a fighter. 

Yet, to give Yrsa some credit, anyone who paid the ransom not only gained immunity from her gang, but she would protect their "customer" for as long as they remained in "her" territory. Additionally, she kept her land free from any rivaling brigands and outlaws. 

The rapid growth of her gang was kicked off by the moderate wealth she "inherited" from her previous owner. She put the money and goods to proper use to acquire weapons and a hideout for her brigands.

While she gained power, she never forgot to repay her ex-owner in kindness. Her rage and vengeance toward him never ceased. Yrsa did her best to make the Horse's life as miserable as possible. He became the undisputed lowest of her slaves. Admittedly, she owned not more than four at the time of this report.

Yes, despite having suffered through a decade of slavery, she had little, if any, objections to owning slaves herself. She had little morals, and the credo she followed could be briefly summed up as: "The stronger one rules."

Yrsa never missed an opportunity to show Bernhard that he was indeed the lowest and pitifullest of them all. She happily encouraged her growing gang to use Bernhard for their enjoyment. He was the servant and sex toy to every single man. That included her other three slaves.  

Bernhard was given the lowest and most undesirable tasks: cleaning the outhouse, fetching water from the river naked in the cold of winter—he, of course, was always naked, as all slaves were—washing the dirty clothes, and so on. Additionally, he had to perform any and every sexual task that was asked of him.

Yet worse, he had to endure long hours of torture by Yrsa. She never tired of punishing his balls and cock, or whipping him until he passed out.  

Lastly, since the unhappy Horse had to follow the orders of the other slaves as well. Sometimes, their commands contradicted the orders of Yrsa or her thugs. If, though, he had to decide which task he performed and be sure that the other one would be permitted to punish him for failing their task. 

Unlike Bernhard, the Arctic Fox, Yrsa's former fellow slave, was not as unfortunate as the Horse. While he hoped to gain his freedom and instead only realized he had changed his owner from Horse to Polar Bear, Yrsa ensured that the Fox's quality of life improved. 

Not that the Arctic Fox appreciated it too much at first—or ever. He genuinely had hoped he would be set free. Remaining a slave was not his preferred outcome of the Polar Bear's revolt. But for Yrsa, the Fox was the property of the Horse, and after overthrowing Bernhard, all his property, including the Fox, became hers. 

That aside, she enjoyed the company of the awkward man too much. Setting him free would have risked losing the man she was so fond of. Thus, keeping him as a slave was her preferred solution. And since he remained a slave, his preferred solution was of no consequences to her. 

Besides, she practically had used him as a sex toy when they had been both slaves. Though, it seemed natural to Yrsa that this Fox was truly and entirely hers to possess. She had played with his cocks hundreds of times. Edged the poor man for many hours and denied him thousands of orgasms. She loved playing with him. She adored his cries and whimpers when she denied him yet another orgasm. In her way, she loved the Fox. She knew he did not reciprocate that love. The Bear was fully aware he likely never will. All the more reason to make this a nonmatter and keep him around as a slave. 

As I reported earlier, the Bear possessed little in the matter of morals, and worse, the world she lives in widely accepted the existence of slavery. Thus, while her robbery would be considered criminal and despicable, the fact that she owns slaves would be widely accepted and even expected in most parts of this barbaric world. 

However, continuing with the report. She only permitted the poor Vulpine to cum a dozen or so times during the five-year period where they both were the property of Bernhard. She never enjoyed granting him those orgasms. Though she feared for the sanity of the Fox, and accepted that she had to gift him those rare treats. Being enslaved by the merchant, and dominated by his fellow slave would have been too much for the Fox otherwise. She realized that.

Now, with complete and official control over him, she fulfilled her fantasies to the fullest. He would be a pampered Fox, living in relative luxury and safety. But his cock would never be touched again! His cock belonged to her and only her! And she had no intentions to use it. 

He would sleep in a warm bed (with her, of course), eat good food in any quantity he desired, and have plenty of free time. There would be no more heavy labor for him. The Fox would be a comfortably living one, albeit exceedingly horny. She would take care of the man if he wanted to or not. 

The Fox was as precious to her as the Horse was despised. 

The story of two Horses:

During raids, Yrsa came into possession of two gelded Horses. Usually, the Polar Bear sold the slaves she stole like any other merchandise. On rare occasions, if they were skilled fighters with little remorse, she hired them for her gang. The two Geldings were an exception to her rule of either recruiting or selling slaves.

However, the two men intrigued the Bear. She liked their looks. Their ball-less state added to the intimate erotic the two naked men radiated. Her decision was finalized when they told their story.

The two Geldings were lovers but belonged to rivaling families divided by a vendetta lasting for more than a century. The conflict was embedded deeply into both houses and had become an identity for them; thus, they did not tolerate a romance. 

In a rare occasion of unanimous agreement, the head of the houses and the firstborns decided that this relationship between two later-born males had to be punished. They decided they both should be castrated and sold as slaves to two different faraway mines deep in the mountains. Neither of the lovers should ever see the sun or the other Horse again. 

Now, while both males were too soft and sweet to be considered members of her syndicate, she offered them to be slaves in her hideout. If they denied the proposal, they would be sent to the next slave market, and Yrsa would not care what happened after. Given the nature of the slave trade, they would be likely separated.  

The lovers were well aware that there was hardly a choice. They knew, as did the Bear, that refusing the offer would not gain them anything but likely lose them what they had left, which was each other. Thus, they agreed, relieved and grateful for the opportunity to stay together.

Both would have, of course, preferred a free life, ideally with their genitals intact. But if slavery was their fate, they agreed that this was an acceptable outcome. Yrsa did not take them in as some lowly slaves. They received unusual privileges. Yrsa permitted them to give orders to any other slave. Granted, with only two other slaves, this privilege didn't carry too much power. More important and valuable was that they only listened to Yrsa's orders.

They were shielded from the debaucheries of the brigands. Anyone touching them would lose his hands. Like the Fox, they enjoyed good food and warm beds. In fact, they regularly shared the bed with the Vulpine when Yrsa didn't require him. Most importantly, there was only one bed for the two of them. The Polar Bear fully welcomed and encouraged their relationship.

In fact, Yrsa regularly ordered them to love each other in front of her. Both Horses considered this task as exceedingly awkward and demeaning at first. With time, they got used to it. They were relieved that the Bear did not use her voyeurism to mock them or interfere with their love game. There were no commands or expectations by the Polar Bear in what manner or pace the two Geldings performed their sex. Yrsa simply enjoyed watching the two naked, deballed men loving each other.  

Lastly, they were encouraged to include the horny Fox in their love plays on occasion. They happily did---much to the disapproval of the Fox. Not that anyone has put much thought into the Vulpine's opinion on that matter. The gentle giants would make it worthwhile for the Fox every time. They would never hurt him. 

Yet being trapped between the two loving giants and used in their love play made the Fox feel even more awkward than usual. Being molested and bullied by Yrsa was scary enough for him. He had not asked for more strong dominant furs in his life. No matter how respectful and gentle they were.

First his freedom, then his balls:

Bernhard, the merchant who used to live in moderate wealth, found himself on the wrong end of Yrsa's rage. He successfully delivered supplies to some remote outposts of civilization—supplies carried on the backs of Yrsa and our awkward Vulpine. Yet one fumble, which resulted in the temporary loss of the talisman that bound Yrsa to his command, was sufficient for the tall polar Bear to seize her freedom. The Horse fell deep, indeed. 

While a free man, the Horse put little consideration into a slave's comfort. It was as nonsensical as to consider a chair's well-being. Slaves were utilitarian objects to be used to a person's advantage. He quickly found out that it was not particularly enjoyable to be a slave.

However, being Yrsa's least favorite was devastating. The vengeful Polar Bear ensured the former merchant was as miserable and perpetually punished as possible. He was required to perform the lowest tasks and enjoyed no protection from her gang of brigands. The only thing not permitted was to end his suffering by killing him or maiming him. 

Yrsa followed that rule herself, and while she loved to cause him pain, she cared not to render him permanently damaged. However, she permitted herself an exception to that rule once. 

After she had acquired the two Geldings, she couldn't have her lowest slave keep his balls while her two highest ones showed smooth skin beneath their cocks. Thus, she promptly decided to de-ball the former merchant. It seemed unjust to Yrsa that her lowest could otherwise enjoy something her adored Geldings could not. 

Her knife quickly and painfully fixed that situation. The former merchant had received his ultimate humiliation and punishment, the final degradation after he thought he had reached rock bottom long ago. 

Thus, incidentally, the only slave with balls in Yrsa's possession remained the Fox. However, Yrsa rather considered him a fusion of a sex toy and a plush animal than an actual slave. 

Sex toy, Plush animal, and occasionally a Vulpine:

Not that retaining his balls helped the Fox in any tangible way. Yrsa forbade him to cum. When he was a slave together with the Polar Bear, she seized control over his orgasms. She had no trouble bullying the small male into compliance.

During those five years, she permitted "her" Fox to orgasm less than a dozen times. Now, for the past year, the Fox had officially become Yrsa's property. In this year, he orgasmed precisely zero times. No matter how much he begged and pleaded. Yrsa preferred her Fox horny and pent-up. Now that she could pamper him, she ceased to grant him his rare orgasms. Yrsa thought them superfluous and unnecessary to maintain decent mental stability for the man. 

Early after the change of ownership, the Bear had looted a box with some odd goods. Sex toys, to be precise. One of which was a very restrictive chastity device. And furthermore, for the Fox's impressive appendage way too small. 

Unfortunately, the Bear made it fit. Ever since, the Fox's member has been trapped in that small cage, soft, helpless, and yearning for mercy. Yrsa made it clear to the man that she had no intention of ever removing the chastity device. 

Neither he nor anyone else would ever again see his penis. She told him that he would never experience an erection again. When Yrsa explained those matters to him, the Fox's muzzle was buried deep in the Bear's vagina and gave her multiple orgasms. 

After all, now, as leader of a band of brigands, she would have no time to have an eye on him all day. His promise that he would never touch himself without her permission didn't convince her. Why trust a Fox if she can assure her preferred result of a permanently horny Vulpine!

And indeed, no matter his begging and pleading, she simply smiled and reveled at his frustration and misery. She made only one concession; from now on, the Fox would be permitted to cum whenever he chose. 

The Fox quickly uncovered what an empty gift that was. With the chastity device as restrictive as it was, he didn't manage to gain more than a ruined orgasm every 3 - 4 months—which left him hornier than before. 

Thus, despite not having to do any hard labor anymore and living in luxury shielded from her gang, the Fox couldn't be unhappier. The warm baths every evening were a small consolation. Yes, being sweaty and dirty all day, every day, as he was when he had to carry heavy loads for the Horse, disgusted him. Now, he was always clean and smelled like roses. Yet, he wanted to be free. And if not free, he'd wished to at least his cock free. But his penis was as trapped as he was.  

The Vulpine had a hard time deciding if his constant enforced horniness helped him or hurt him even more when Yrsa or the two Geldings played with him. They were the only three people who had permission to touch him. 

On one hand, being horny made the unwelcome sexual advances he had to endure more palatable. On the other hand, he could never feel anything but awkward and threatened by the three furs that were taller and stronger than him. Big hands that explored his bare body. Balls and anus were their favorite destination.

Each of the three was strong enough to lift the smaller male with a single arm. They could turn and push him around as they liked. He had no power to resist them. Not that anyone would hurt him—the Vulpine knew that much. And while Yrsa played rough, the two Geldings were gentle with him. Yet, they all made him feel small and helpless, which scared the man. 

No matter how rough or sweet, all three presented themselves as demanding lovers. They knew what they wanted and used the Fox the way they desired. His consent did not matter to any of them. He was a slave. 

The big difference between the Bear and the Geldings was that the Yrsa usually required the Fox to pleasure her. On the other hand, the two Horse lovers preferred to pleasure the Fox. At first, that sounds great, until one realizes that the chastity device turns this game into torture. They didn't do it out of malice. They genuinely enjoyed pleasuring the small male. In fact, they would love to play with the man's cock and make him cum over and over. 

The rare ruined orgasm he experienced he always gained when the Horses played with him. For them, it was a game to make the soft, trapped, and hidden cock of the Vulpine leak as much salty juice as possible. Every time they are done with the poor man, he lies panting and whimpering on his back. Hornier than he had before. 

However, the part our Vulpine friend considered the most awkward was when the two Geldings would "ask" him to sleep with them. He would lie between the two big males. Sweating while being squeezed between the iron-hard muscular bodies. Their soft Gelding cocks would push and rub on his body. And unseen, his cock would rage and cry in its tiny cage. He always suffered a sleepless night with them. Horny and sweating. 

Thus the Fox, for the time being, remained an exceptionally horny man in the clutches of a dominant Polar Bear woman and two demanding Geldings. All three took full advantage of the small pent-up Vulpine. 

Of course, his life had objectively improved with Yrsa. Yet unsurprisingly, he yearned for freedom. But the Fox knew of his cowardness. There was no hope for a naked man to survive the ever-cold and freezing mountain range. Nor did the jungle below welcome the unequipped fool. Besides, there was little chance for him to escape a camp of 50 tough bandits. Thus, the Vulpine remained a Bear's toy. 
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