[b][u][center]The Start of a Crew
For Aurashade97
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]
 
 
 
 
 



James Mark O’Donnell. Not the name that most people would have expected the son of Wolf O’Donnell to have, considering the implications of the name and his father’s enemies. Then again, that whole thing was more complicated than most people knew.

The folf didn’t like his father that much, anyway. While he had the same ambitions to be great as his dad did, James was more of a ‘help people’ sort of fighter than anything else. He wanted to make sure that he had the strength to stand up to bullies in the universe, to be able to hold his own against anyone that threatened those that he cared about.

But if he was going to do that, he needed to build up a team, first.

The folf pushed himself away from the broken-down apartment building, shaking his head as he tossed an unlit cigarette to the side. It was nothing more than part of his disguise, completed by a long trenchcoat that he wore over the rest of his clothes. The last thing he needed was to look like he was an outsider in this neighborhood. Outsiders tended to get roughed up pretty quick.

And considering his clothes were little more than a sleeveless shirt and black jeans with black boots, the gray hybrid was not exactly fitting in with the rough and tumble neighborhood around him. He looked more like someone that would be part of the middle-class area, if a bit on the edges of it.

[i]And that’d get me in trouble out here…[/i]

Nevertheless, James knew that this was the place to find the better fighters for his group. Anyone could learn to fly a spaceship. Not just anyone had the spirit for fighting, though.

He walked down one of the alleys, his boots clicking on the pavement beneath him as he looked left and right. The folf checked every corner, every little nook and cranny where someone could be hiding. More than once, he took a different route through the little set of alleys when he saw the moonlight shining off a knife, or heard the click of a firearm getting prepped. There was no point in getting killed, either.

However, he could only avoid people for so long. Eventually, he would need to make contact. He just needed to pick the right guy.

After a dozen or more twists and turns in the darkness, he thought he finally found someone.

James paused at the edge of the alley, looking at the fox on the street corner. With the sleeveless hoodie that he wore and the ripped black shorts, he didn’t look that intimidating, but it was the symbol on the back of the hoodie that got his attention.

The black crossbones were a symbol for the biggest gang in the city, and one that was swiftly growing bigger as the city got worse and worse off. Desperate people required desperate solutions, and the fox looked skinny enough to be one of those looking for any kind of answer. James looked him over, seeing the tension in his arms. There was muscle there, though it was slender and wiry rather than the bulging stuff that most people looked for. The fox was twitchy, too, looking all around him for threats.

[i]Must be a little new to the gang,[/i] he thought. [i]They don’t usually look that jumpy.[/i]

Still, it was something. A way in. Bones and his gang were the toughest people groundside, and if he wanted the best on his own crew…well, sometimes you had to do a little poaching.

After checking the streets one more time and finding them empty, James left the alley, his coat swaying around at his sides as he approached his quarry.

The fox turned at the last second, red-furred face going a bit wide at James’s approach. The folf held up one hand, trying to gesture for the other guy to calm down.

“You’re one of Bones’s guys, yeah?”

The fox nodded slowly.

“Good. I’m looking for him.”

“Why do you want Bones?”

“Because I want to hire some of you.”

“…I don’t think that the big guy would like that.”

“He’s getting money, isn’t he?”

Not as much as he might be getting some from of the big criminal toughs on the beat, admittedly, but money was money. James just hoped that he had enough for a couple of people. Hell, even just one would be better than what he had now.

The fox’s jumpiness, however, was starting to feel a bit contagious. The other guy was flicking his head this way and that, looking all over the place, and James was starting to wonder if he’d made a mistake. If this guy was that –

Clink.

James stiffened, his head slowly turning back to the street. One of the manhole covers had shifted, and he could just barely make out a pair of eyes staring at him from underneath. The folf slowly turned his head back to the fox in front of him, looking at him more closely.

[i]He’s half-dressed as a streetwalker, half like a dealer…[/i] James groaned. [i]He’s a set-up.[/i]

Before the folf could reach for his blaster, the fox jumped at him, tackling him to the ground. The smaller guy was easy to throw off, but by then it was too late. Three other manholes opened and a bunch of rabbits, rats, and foxes leaped out from beneath the streets, swarming him and grabbing him, holding him down and stripping away his weapon.

Before he could even shout for help, one of the rabbits – a big, black-furred one that wore a white t-shirt with the same crossbone design as the fox – stomped on his face with a gray sneaker. It left the folf with an aching muzzle, but he still managed a glare at the guy above him.

The black rabbit chuckled.

“Looks like we got a good one here, boys. Someone take a picture, then get him under the streets. We’ll find out who to send the ransom to later.”

[i]Good luck getting anything out of my dad.[/i]

Someone pulled out a device and clicked a few pictures of his face, then they dragged him away. They even remembered to snap a binder around his wrists, pulling them behind his back and leaving him rather helpless.

This wasn’t exactly going according to plan.

#

Eventually, they tossed him into a holding cell under the streets. He’d been worried that they were going to be traveling through the sewers, but the undercity, at least, had been kept well maintained. The city’s waste was funneled off in a different direction, and it was mostly maintenance shafts and storage down in this part of the city.

His prison was one of the latter, a storage room that was about five feet by five feet. He had enough room to stretch out his legs if he leaned against the wall, but that was about it. The folf grumbled as he shifted back and forth, shaking his head as he looked up at the ceiling.

[i]Well, this has gone about as bad as it could…[/i]

He’d learned on the trip through the undercity that he’d met Bones. The big black rabbit, standing at six feet tall with thick muscles and long legs, was the one that had pinned him down up on the streets. The gang leader was ever so interested in who his parents were, but James had kept his mouth shut for two reasons.

First, there was no chance in hell that his dad was going to pay his bounty. Not unless something big had changed since they had last seen each other, anyway.

Second, claiming that Star Wolf was his dad…well, who the hell would believe something like that? More likely to get him shot.

So, instead, he kept quiet, letting the other gang members chatter around him, giving him some ideas of what was going on. Bones seemed to have a pretty iron grip on them, which meant that they probably didn’t have so much of a chain of command. They likely just listened to the big guy and went with that.

If that was the case, then they probably didn’t have a lot of willpower or thoughts of their own. They just wanted to submit to the big strong guy at the top and leave it at that.

James smiled slightly, shaking his head. He could work with that.

Some time later – he wasn’t sure how long – the door to the storage room opened up. He lifted his head, cocking his ears to the side as he saw the same fox from earlier. No longer so jumpy, either, which told him that it really had been all an act.

“Hey…what’s your name?” James asked.

“Kuro. You?”

“Not important. What’s going on?”

“Heh, what’s it to you?” Kuro asked as he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. “Not like it matters right now.”

“Call it curiosity.”

The fox shrugged, squatting down. The little guy was even shorter than James had thought up above. Maybe four feet tall, if that, positively puny, really. Kuro looked him over a few times, his eyes running along the folf’s legs, then down to his boots.

When Kuro reached for them, running fingers along the laces, the folf growled softly under his breath.

“What are you doing?”

“Hey, hey, relax…I’m just having a little fun…”

“I repeat. What are you doing?”

“Juuuuust looking to see what’s hiding under these boots…”

There was little that James could do, and it was a harmless enough request. And one that he wasn’t entirely opposed to, if he was honest.

He kept as still as possible as the smaller fox pulled his boots off, keeping his head back and his eyes closed as if he didn’t want to go through with something like this. The soft pop of his boots being pulled off actually felt rather nice, particularly as he was able to air out his socked paws.

The touch of fingers under his foot was definitely a bit new, too. The last time that he felt something like that was when he had bothered to get a massage at a mall, letting someone work him over so that he could feel a little more relaxed. This…was something different.

Kuro was gripping his feet, pulling on them, rubbing them. He opened one eye, watching as the smaller fox leaned in and nuzzled under the toes, sniffing at the fabric and groaning under his breath.

“Mmm, you haven’t taken those boots off in a while, have you?”

“Not had a reason to.”

“Well, this is my lucky day, then. All tied up with nowhere to go?”

The folf didn’t want to admit it, but he wasn’t exactly suffering there. The soft massage through his socks and the sniffs at the sweatier parts of his soles weren’t bothering him in the slightest. If anything, it was giving him a bit of a boner, one that was running down the side of his pants leg. He shifted a bit, sidling from side to side to try and get more comfortable, watching as the fox continued.

His feet were lifted right off the ground, one heel resting on the fox’s shoulder and the other pressed right against his face. James smirked despite himself, curling his toes around the fox’s nose. Kuro jumped, almost pulling back, but not quite.

“Hey, what gives?”

“You know, this could be a lot more fun…”

“Why? What are you thinking?”

“Why don’t you help me stand up, and I’ll show you what I can really do with these…”

“You’re a prisoner. I shouldn’t –”

“Hey, all the other guys are just a shout away…let me show you what I’d give people in [i]my[/i] crew.”

“…Okay, fine, but no tricks now.”

It took a little work, of course. He was bound up rather securely with ropes, after all, and he didn’t have his hands to push himself up, but eventually the folf was able to get to his feet. He wiggled his toes in his socks, putting one foot on the fox’s shoulder and pushing him back against the door. Kuro went with it, but there was still a look of suspicion on his face.

“What are you going to do?”

“Show you what it’s like when someone actually uses their feet on you.”

“The boss does that all the time.” The short fox turned his head to the side. “Says that it’s a good way to remind us where we belong.”

“Heh, let me show you how I do it, then. Maybe you can tell me who’s better.”

It wasn’t the first time that James had been ‘intimate’ with someone. You didn’t get born into a mercenary family without learning real quick how to blow off steam, and there’d been more than one experience where he’d found himself with someone that needed to be put in their place. Usually, he used his dick and his own personality for that, but if he had to use his feet instead, well…that was hardly a problem.

He ground his socked foot down on the fox in front of him, pinning his head against the wall. Using just enough pressure to keep the little guy from squirming around, he worked his foot from one side to the other, grinding along the jawline of the muzzle before pressing his toes right against Kuro’s nose.

“Breathe, boy.”

The fox did as he was told, and he saw the stiff jerk in the fox’s pants. Oh, he was loving this, alright. Smirking, James ground his toes against the fox’s nose, feeling the puffs of air through the damp fabric.

[i]Heh…might just be able to turn this around after all…[/i]

“You like that, huh?” He lifted his foot up, teetering on the other one as he struggled to keep his balance. “You like being under my sweaty feet?”

“Mmph…they’re pretty musky…”

“Yeah? They get muskier.”

He ‘kicked’ the fox in the face, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to push him right back against the wall, pinning him there.

“Suck it in. Lick it. Suck the sweat right out of my socks.”

It didn’t take long before the fox was doing just that, groaning and pulling the socked toes of the folf’s foot into his mouth. The sucking feeling of that mouth, the way that Kuro was so eagerly pulling the sweat right off his feet, was amazing. He had to bite his lip not to groan, and his own jeans were starting to tent from the feeling.

But that was only the start. He needed to do more, needed to make his point clear.

Shuffling forward, James managed to get himself to balance on his heel, bringing the toes of his other foot down on the clothed bulge of the fox. Kuro grunted beneath him, but James kept his head pinned, holding him down against the wall as his toes played with the fox’s cock beneath those shorts.

“Heh, that hard for my feet, huh? Maybe I should make you take those off.”

“Mmph…”

“Or maybe you’d just like it if I took my socks off, stuffed ‘em in your mouth and foot-fucked you to orgasm?”

Kuro groaned under him, the fox rendered into little more than a pile of needy fur in short order. Again, it wasn’t the first time that James had guessed right about someone’s needs, but it was still fun to see them bend and shiver and break like this.

He pulled his foot back from the fox’s face, holding it aloft so that Kuro could pull the sock off. It didn’t take long before the fox was doing just that, yanking the sweaty black socks off and throwing them to the side. As soon as James had one foot bare, he dropped it down to the fox’s crotch, squeezing his toes around the tip of that bulge.

Seeing Kuro’s head jerk back, his fingers clench into fists, told James that he had picked the exact right thing to do. He chuckled, running the sole of his foot up and down along the fox’s bulge, feeling it throbbing beneath his foot.

“Mmmm, how bad do you want to let it out?”

“Badly…badly sir…”

“Heh, then do it, boy.”

Whimpering, the fox reached down and undid his zipper, pulling out a tapering cock that was just over five inches long. Not particularly big, in general, but big for the fox’s size.

Of course, the folf wasted no time getting it under his foot, pinning it down, grinding it against Kuro’s fur.

“Is this better than what Bones gives you, eh?”

“Mmmph…”

“Come on, it’s only the two of us here…does Bones treat his underlings like this?”

“Mmmph…n-no…”

“Didn’t think so.”

James slid his foot up, curling his toes around the tip of the fox’s cock, giving it a few tweaks from side to side.

“I bet you want something like this all the time…having a boss that’ll fuck your cock with his foot…smothering you in musk…How does Bones do it, huh? Tell me. How’s that rabbit using his feet to keep you under control?”

“Mmmph…”

The fox was obviously trying not to spill the beans, but the folf knew how this worked. He pushed his foot further forward, grinding his heel gently into the balls. It would be pleasurable for now, but if he pushed much harder…

He slid his foot a bit, allowing the toes to smack the head of the shaft around a little as he leaned in, smirking with his hands behind his back.

“Yeeees?”

“Mmmph…he just…” The fox groaned. “He just pins us…holds us down in front of the rest of the gang…”

“And make you worship his stinky toes, right?”

“Mmmph…mostly smell them…but yeah, sometimes…sometimes lick them.”

In other words, Bones enjoyed the submission and the attention to his paws, but he didn’t do enough to really be active about it. He just sat on his throne and had the underlings show their adoration.

[i]Bit of a bad guy, really.[/i]

The folf could think of a hundred different ways to make that more interesting, to keep people like Kuro interested in his feet and show them where they belonged. Hell, he had done that just now, pushing the fox to talk to him about stuff, to serve him indirectly, and they’d only just gotten started.

A plan was forming, and he liked the thought of it. If he could just –

Whoooosh.

The storage room door suddenly opened, and on the other side, several gang members stood. One of them, a rat, stepped forward and grabbed him by the leg, forcing James to hop on one foot towards the hallway outside.

“Hey, get those feet off of him. Kuro’s one of us, not one of yours.”

“Not that this guy has anyone. Ain’t found any gangs looking for a missing guy yet.”

“Heh, that’s because they know Bones has him. Not like anyone’s gonna take Bones down.”

James hid a smile at their banter, looking back at Kuro as the fox followed him out of the chamber. The fox looked absolutely humiliated by what he had just gone through, but the way that the red and black fox looked at him, the way that the other man’s eyes followed his bare feet along the stone of the undercity, told him that the fox had been hooked.

He just needed a reason to change sides.

“Alright, guys,” one of the rats said. “Let’s get him to Bones.”

#

Bones, the black rabbit that ran the biggest gang of the city, sat on a makeshift throne of trash and old junk, mostly cobbled together by spit and willpower. The black rabbit looked down at him as he was brought before the lapine, and chuckled as he shook his head.

“You know, I’m still trying to figure out who you are. What brings you to my territory, you fuck?”

“Just looking for some good fighters. Was gonna hire some of yours, actually.”

“Yeah? Don’t think you could pay my rates, man.”

“You might be surprised. I imagine that Kuro would be more than willing to work for me at the moment.”

“My right-hand man works for no one but me.”

Two important bits of information there, he realized. The glare from the rabbit told him that Bones hated any sort of implication that he wasn’t the one in full control of the situation, and the fact that Kuro was the rabbit’s right-hand man…and yet had been so quick to duck under the folf’s feet…

[i]Mmm, this idea is feeling better all the time…[/i]

He looked over his shoulder, seeing Kuro standing among the rats and looking more than a bit sheepish. Still had a boner in his shorts, too.

Before he could say anything, the rats shoved him forward before the throne, pushing him down to his knees. The folf grunted, groaning under his breath as he was made to look up at the big, muscular rabbit…and the rabbit’s dirty white socks…

One of them shoved down right on his face, and he groaned at the nearly painful pressure that came from having that big foot shoving itself right in his face. As a rabbit, it wasn’t too surprising that Bones had huge feet, but it was surprising just how hard they pressed against him. He groaned as he tried to keep from being shoved right over, but it was a futile fight, and soon he was pinned to the ground, held down by the sheer size and pressure of those huge stompers.

Grunting as he was kept pinned to his back, he felt his head being shifted to the side, held so that his muzzle ground against the floor on one side and the rabbit’s foot on the other. The rank scent of sweat and musk filled his nose constantly, and he had to puff out his nose hard to keep it from getting too strong.

Despite himself, his own dick was starting to get hard, pushing up in his pants and throbbing slowly. The folf tried to push it out of his head, but it had been some time since he had been in this position. He groaned, snorting again.

“Trying to get me to pledge loyalty or something, Bones?”

“No. Reminding you of where you belong. Everything in the undercity belongs under my heel.”

“Well, that’s a first. I thought that everything here belonged to the city.”

“You gonna keep running that smart mouth?”

“Dunno. Gonna say something smart with yours?”

He expected a kick and he got it, one that rung his bells pretty hard. Dizzy from the impact to his head, he wasn’t quite able to fight it as he was rolled onto his belly, the rabbit’s feet sitting on his ass cheeks and half-kicking, half-kneading his butt.

“You better get used to it down there, folf. There’s no escape for anyone that comes down to the undercity. No escape unless I get a ransom for them.”

“Heh…you know, I think you need to learn what it’s like to really dominate someone.”

“Shut up. You don’t know anything.”

“I know more than you do. I know that I’ve already got the support of your right-hand man.”

The whole crowd gasped, and it wasn’t just the various gang members that turned, not just the wave of cross-bone shirts that shifted to look back at Kuro. He could feel the black rabbit doing the same, staring across the room at the man that he trusted most.

James smirked as Kuro stared forward, the fox’s mouth working soundlessly.

“You should have seen it, rabbit. I had him under my foot for maybe two minutes, and he was spilling the beans about how you run everything down here. Putting me on a pedestal compared to you. He knows who he really wants to serve, and he’s just a split second away from jumping ship.”

“You’re lying. You think that anyone in my gang would turn against me?”

“I think there’s people that want a lot more than you’re offering…and the second they see weakness, the second they realize that there’s someone stronger than you, they’re gonna turn on you.”

“Will you just shut –”

“What do you say, Kuro?”

James wobbled a bit, shifting around so that he could turn his own bare feet back towards the fox. Now, it was the upraised, socked feet of the rabbit facing the crowd, as well as James’s own bare, slightly sweaty soles.

“Which pair of feet do you like better? Who uses them better?”

The crowd was starting to mutter a bit about the way that the whole gang was kind of obsessed with feet at the higher level, but nobody seemed willing to jump in and stop the conversation. Even Bones only seemed to growl, thudding his heels into the folf’s back. James had every intention of making Bones pay for that later, but for now…

Well, it was up to Kuro. If he didn’t have that back-up, he was going to need to think of a different plan.

He wiggled his toes as he looked over his shoulder, and he saw the fox’s dick jump in his pants again, saw the way that it responded to the memory of being pinned. He saw that the fox still had one of his socks in hand, and he saw that Kuro was clutching it tight.

[i]Oh, he’s mine…and so is Bones![/i]

With everyone distracted, it was the perfect time. He shuffled a bit again, his wrists finding one jagged bit of the throne that he had noticed earlier. A little wriggle snapped the bindings on his wrists, which meant –

“Outta that throne, Bones!”

James grabbed the rabbit’s ankles, yanking them hard. The big guy went sliding right off his chair, off of the folf’s back, and he hit the ground, hard. As the folf jumped to his feet, he brought the sole of one foot down, hard, right on the rabbit’s neck, pinning him down and cutting off his air supply just that little bit. Just enough to make it hard to squirm or fight.

The entire crowd stared at him. Obviously, they had never expected a prisoner to break free or fight back like this, nor had they thought that their lord and master of the undercity would just get knocked off his throne. They just…stared.

[i]Not much loyalty there…[/i]

Chuckling, James ground his heel from side to side, drawing gags and grunts from the rabbit beneath him. Looking across the crowd, he gestured at Kuro.

“If you’ll come up here, please?”

The fox hesitated, then moved through the crowd, blushing as he came up to stand beside the folf.

“Yeah?”

“What do you think? Me or him?”

“…You’re definitely faster…”

“Yeah?”

“He’s got the name, though.”

“Well, not like I can’t keep the both of you.”

The fox blinked, and the folf rolled his eyes.

“What? I told you, I’m looking for fighters. Bones is good, so are you. I could use whatever I get my hands on.”

“Fuck…you…” Bones grunted from underfoot.

“Quiet, rabbit. Grown-ups are talking.”

“Nnngh – mmph!”

Having to gag the black rabbit with his toes, he smiled at the fox, holding out a hand to shake on it.

“So…what do you think? A good deal?”

“…A weird deal…But I’ll go with it.”

They shook on it. The rest of the gang seemed utterly flabbergasted at the sudden exchange of power, but before they could erupt into a protest, Kuro whipped his head around, glaring at them and pulling a blaster from his hip.

“And anyone that’s got something to say about it can stuff it!” the fox said. “I say that the new leader is…” He paused, looking back at the folf. “Never got your name.”

“James. James Mark O’Donnell.”

And just like that, the atmosphere of the room completely changed. The expression on everyone’s faces went from shock and annoyance to terror and awe. The name definitely clicked, that was for sure.

Even Bones looked rather frightened, and seemed a little less willing to fight to get out from under the folf’s feet. 

[i]Show off a bit, make sure that I look capable…Just wish it wasn’t my dad’s name that they were freaking out about.[/i]

Then again, it wouldn’t be that way for long. He’d made the first move towards getting a crew of his own, and once he had enough people…well, there was only so long that he’d stay planet-side. Eventually, he’d get out to the stars, and there’d be another reaction to the O’Donnell name besides raw fear.

The folf stepped back, sitting down on the throne behind him. It was a comfortable enough seat for being made of trash, and he extended his feet. Kuro took one, licking along the underside, and with enough prompting, Bones took the other one.

It was quite the picture having the short fox and the giant rabbit at his feet, with one of them utterly eager to be working along his soles and the other one looking like he had been sentenced to a horrible fate. Eager fox, annoyed rabbit. In both cases, they were licking his feet just fine, and that was good enough for James.

He leaned back on folded arms, looking at the emptying room. He doubted that he would be able to hold onto all of Bones’s gang. They were too fragmented outside of the rabbit’s leadership, and he didn’t dare give Bones too much authority before he was properly broken. However, there was probably going to be a core of followers that he would be able to keep, and that would be good enough.

Hell, he’d probably get a reward for breaking up part of the gang, if he applied for it. The folf made a note of that for when he went back to the surface. Definitely worth checking into.

For now, though…

“Make sure to lick them really clean, boys…I want to feel every single lap of those tongues on my toes.”

And so they did, working his feet hard with their tongues. James smiled, closing his eyes and curling his toes, enjoying every little wet, warm stroke along the bottoms of his feet.











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