How Slade Changed My Life

CONTENT: 
male/male, oral, semi/nc, domination, dirty talking, foot fetish

CHARCTERS: 
Slade [Copywrite Character to Kyteriah] (Pic http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2597393/)

and
 
Focksboi [My own skater fox boy] Focksboi stands before you, a mischievous young male of 12 years old, still a preteen but already he is getting into as much trouble as a full blown teenager. Standing at 4'7" tall, the young vulpine has a little bit more growing left to do, but for his age he's coming along nicely. The red male fox boy is your typical skater nut, wearing classical loose fitting clothing and always carrying his board wherever he goes. The fox's head fur is black in color and has enough of a length that it touches his shoulders in the back while bangs hang in front of his eyes. The a-typical male is dressed in common threads, nothing expensive, just a black Slipknot t-shirt and baggy cargo kackie shorts. 

The pockets of his pants bulge out in a few places, carrying a few important items that he uses all the time. The skater boy dawns white sneakers and black sock on his feet. Around his right ankle is a hemp anklet given to him by a close friend. Around the fox's neck is a choker made of hemp as well. Slung on the side of his right hip is his IPod, with white cords that lead up to the ear buds in both ears. As he moves about or skates his head is usually bobbing up and down to the music. 


Chapter One: How I Met Slade

It was just a typical summer day in the city. One where I spent most of my free time durring the summer hanging out down at the skate park riding my board, having fun, getting into trouble. For me, there is nothing more fun than skating around, trying to learn new tricks, and trying to make some new friends. My family had just moved into the city a month ago, so I would try to strut my stuff around, show the other guys around that I had some skills, and try to make some new friends. I spent every day I couldy down at the park, and had the good fortune to meet some pretty cool people that where friendly enough. But I'll never forget the day I met Slade.

Slade was a guy that everyone knew of in the skating community, head more than just street cred, he was lucky enough to have some journalist do an article on him and published it in SK8T magazine. Slade was pretty much set to be the next Tony Hawk, the guy was a savant when it came to riding on the board, it came as naturally to him as breathing, and no one disputed that he was the best in the whole city. He had won all kind of awards in competitions, and he knew just how good he was too. I had his posters on my wall, I read everything I could about him. He was my idol, and I wanted to be just like him in every way. Everything about him screamed awesomeness, from the clothes he wore, to his attitude. Like or hate the mouse, everyone showed him respect. There were a few rumors that floated around about him of how if he didn't like someone, that person usually ended up either in the hospital with broken legs, or face down in the gutter in some alley. But regardless, he still had my respect along with pretty much everyone else, and for a mid teen, that was hard to do.

I was enjoying the wind blowing against my face as I rode my board around on the ramps in the park, oblivious to the fact that Slade had turned up at the park with a few of his buddies and fans. He was just keeping an eye out for any real competition to show up. I never expected him to take note of me but apparently he had been watching me ever since he showed up. I didn't even know he was even around until some wolf guy that I'd never seen, came up to me. The wolf smiled at me and said "Hey kid. Looks like you've got some skills on your board there. We've been watching you for a while now, why don't come over and hang with us for a bit? I'm Tony." and he extended his hand out to me.

Of course I was all smiles from what the wolf said, being complimented for my ability, offered to come hang out with the cool kids, and maybe making some new friends, this day was looking quite good now. I took the wolf's hand and shook it. "Oh hey thanks man, my name is Focks."  

The wolf quirked a brow, and chuckled "Focks? Really? That is your name?"

"Well no man, my real name is Justin, but I just go by Focks... F-O-C-K-S... Focks." I spelled it out for him. 

Tony just grinned toothily "Ah, I got ya, that's cute. C'mon dude, someone wants to meet you." and he started to walk away. I of course walked with him, tucking my board under my arm. 

"Someone wants to meet me?" I ask him.

Tony look over at me and nods his head. "Yeah, Slade has been watching you for a bit now and he's impre..." I stopped walking as soon as his name was mentioned. Tony looked back to see that my eyes were wide and my mouth hung open in a bit of shock. His grin grew even wider at my expression.

"Slade? THE Slade?" my eyes darted around, looking at the groups of guys all around, trying to spot him. Tony stepped back up to my, and slid his arm around my shoulders and coaxed me into walking forward once again.

The wolf was at least 15 years old, bigger than me, so I was forced to walk right beside him as he held me close. He chuckled and said. "Yeah Focks. THE Slade.. heh. So you've herd of him I see."

"Heard of him? Oh man! Dude he is AWESOME! You're not joking with me are you? Man, he's like.. my idol! I'm REALLY going to meet him?"

Tony just shook his head a bit and held in a laugh "Yeah man, I ain't playin'. You're not going to piss your pants or something as soon as you seem him, are you?"

I was shivering, my heart was racing, it's never everyday you get to meet your hero in the fur and flesh. "Nah Tony, I'm good. I'm good." I said again to help reassure myself. "I'm just nervous, heh. He's like a skater god, ya know?" I chuckled, nervous doesn't explain the butterflies in my belly at that moment.

Tony was cool though, he just pull me up against him with the arm around my shoulders and says "Bah, he's just a normal guy kid, like you or me. Nothing to get wet about. Just relax, he wants to talk to you is all." Tony lead me over to a shaded section of the park where the heat was not so bad. There were about 10 other guys all hanging around in a group when Tony walked me right up to them. My eyes were wide and I was looking hard for Slade. As the ring separated to allow Tony and I to pass through, there he was, leaning back against the wall, and he looked right into my eyes as I looked up into his. Tony gave me a pat on the back and I stepped forward, all eyes were on me.

I stood there with what I can guess was a stupid look on my face, my mouth was hanging open, I wanted to speak, but I couldn't even think straight. Slade's eyes gave me a good look over, and a wide smile formed on his face as he broke the silence. "Been watchin' you a few days now kid." Oh my god, he's been here before and I had not even known it! "I pride myself on having an eye for talent. I've watched you pull off some pretty tricky shit too. How old are you?"

I'm still a bit star struck as I stand there, clutching my board under my left arm. My eyes look around at the other guys forming the circle, and the are all looking at me. It feels like an interview of some kind. When Slade spoke to me I make sure to look up at him and give him my full attention. "I'm 12 years old." I answered, my voice cracked a bit and some of the guys chuckled.

Slade stood there and noded his head. Everything about him screams confidence, he knows he's got the goods and it's the reason why people follow him. "You know who I am kid?" I simply nod my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Who am I kid?" He asks directly.

I swallow back the lump in my throat and blink a few times. "You're Slade, the best skateboarder around. You're a legend, a fricken GOD when it comes to the half pipe. Youngest person to ever attend the XGames. You've had 3 interviews in SK8T. I just.. wanna say too, that I'm your biggest fan. I mean, you're the BEST! Heh, I can't believe I'm actually talking to you." my tail wagged just a bit in saying that to him, while the rest of me shivered a bit.

Slade's cocky grin only widened as I prised him in front of everyone. Some of the guys just chuckled at the comments, but no one questioned the fact that Slade is levels above everyone else. "Yeah, I am. But you're not to shabby yourself there kid. I knew from the second I laid my eyes on you, you were special. That's why I wanted to meet you."

"Really? I don't really know that much, I can do some tricks, but nothing like you can do." 

"Heh, well I've been watching you, and I think you have some potential. You make some common mistakes though that are tripping you up. I'm feeling rather friendly, so I'd like to show you what you're doing wrong, help you fix them. What do ya say I give you a private lesson kid?"

My heart sunk into my stomach at the mention of this. To be given a lesson by the master himself, I felt like the luckiest fox on the planet. "I.. I.. heh, I would love too!" Slade pushed off the wall and approached me, reaching a hand up to rub the top of my head with a hand paw. I couldn't help but push my head up into that affectionate head rub and wag my tail a bit more.

"Cool then kid. Tell you what then. Meet me tonight at 11pm at the Jamison Warehouse. You know where that is?" 

I nodded my head "Yeah!"

"Good then, bring your board. We'll have some fun, alright?" Slade's eyes narrowed a bit as he said that, but I smiled wide and nodded my head. "Good, what is your name kid?"

I lowered my head a bit, "Everyone calls me Focks... F-O-C-K-S... Focks." Slade along with everyone else snickered a bit 

"That's cute kid.. a fox named Focks. What is your REAL name?"

I looked up and told him "Justin Lowman." 

Slade thought about it for a moment and nodded his head "I like Focks better." he reached up and patted my cheek with his paw a few times. "Alright guys, lets go." Slade and the rest of the guys all started to walk off, and I was left there, still in shock at what just happened. Within a blink of an eye, I had met my hero, and he was going give me a private skating lesson. This day was just awesome. With board under my arm, I ran the rest of the way home, ready to plan my escape from the apartment later tonight.


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I had snuck out of the apartment using all of my vulpine skill, without making a single noise. I'm sure that by the time I got back home if my parents had noticed I was not in bed, that I would be grounded, but I couldn't let that stop me. I made my way through the darkened streets and alleys, avoiding roaming cop cars so they wouldn't pick me up for curfew violation. I learned at night there are lot of unsavory people out, some of them gave me a few looks that make the fur on my neck stand up, but everyone pretty much left me alone.

The Jamison Warehouse was an old rundown building, still some junk inside of it, crates, furniture and what not. I didn't understand what we could do in there, but it was not my place to question the reason to meet up there. I found a hole in the chain link fence that wrapped around the property, and made my way inside. It was dark of course, all the lights were broken, the was trash everywhere, so I had to mind where I stepped. I was trying to be quiet, I was worried I might get caught by someone for trespassing, but I had no idea where I was supposed to meet Slade at in this place. I looked around, and listened, and even called out to him in a hushed voice "Slaaaaade? It's Foooocks.. where are you?"

Without warning someone had grabbed a hold of me, one hand clamped over my muzzle and nose, the other one around my body and I was shoved up against a huge pallet full of boxes as the body behind me held me firmly against it. I struggled as best as I could, but there was no breaking free, whoever was holding me was bigger and stronger. Fear set in, wondering if it was some vagrant that just ambushed me. "SHHHhhhhhh." was whispered into my ear followed by a chuckle. I knew that voice, right away I knew who it was. The hand released my muzzle and I turned around to see Slade there, chuckling as he looked down at me. 

I started to chuckle too and leaned back against the boxes. "Damn dude.. you scared the shit out of me!" I playfully punched him in the stomach. The mouse returned a playful slap to my face and mocked me.

"Awww, did I make the little fox wet himself." he jumped around back and forth and we playfully boxed with each other for a mintue. Slade got me into a head lock and rubbed his knuckles into the top of my head for a bit before he let me go. "Ahhh, you're easy to sneak up on Focks!" he ruffled my head fur again and slung an arm around my neck and pull me against his side. He guided my through the warehouse floor toward the back office "C'mon man, lets go into the basement, I've got it all setup so I can have some fun with ya tonight." 

He led me down a stairwell just outside the office which took us down into a small storage area that had banker boxes filled with paperwork and such, file cabnits, old ass computers and other junk that looks quite worthless. We reached the back corner of the basement, and it looks like this is one of the mouse's hang out spots. There was a TV down there, some tapestries hanging on the wall, a sofa, a reclining chair, a mattress for sleeping on. There was still power to the building cause he had a few lights on, but even with them the place was still pretty dark. The mouse made this his own little pad it looks like. "Nice man, you live down here?" I asked him. 

Slade just scoffed "Fuck no, this is just a place come to when I wanna have some illegal fun is all. This is a cop free zone." Slade moved his arm off my shoulder. I looked up at him with a curious expression, and he just smiled down at me with his eyes slightly narrowed. "You and me are going to have some fun Focks. Well, "I" am going to have some fun, you might not enjoy it as much as I do though." Slade reached into his pocket and whipped out a butterfly knife. 

I took a step back once the blade was produced. I looked up at him and tucked my tail between my legs a bit, and I took note of how his tail lashed through the air behind him. "W.. what? I thought you were going to give me a lesson." My ears laid back and I looked up at him, feeling a bit betrayed by the mouse.

He stepped forward with knife leveled at me and said "Oh I'm going to give you a lesson Focks, but not the one you were thinking about. Now strip out of those clothes." He murred and looked at me with his cold eyes, and I knew right away this was no game he was playing.

My shoulders slouched, in an instant my heart was broken. The rumors I had herd about Slade on the street, seem to be more valid now, as he stands in front of me, demanding I strip down for him. "Alright.. alright." I said, bringing my hands up in front of me protectively. "Don't stab me.. I'll do it, okay?" I was really scared, I had no idea what was going to happen to me, I was all alone with him, no cell phone, no one would hear me even if I screamed for help. I had no choice, I had to obey him. I pulled my shirt off first and dropped it to the floor.

The mouse murred in approval as I did what he told me. "That's it kid, take it all off for me. And hurry up!" I watched Slade's free hand move down and start rubbing over his own crotch, touching himself through his pants as he pointed the knife at me. I took off my belt, and then slid my shorts down, leaving my boxers up for a moments. After taking my shoes and socks off, I stood there only in my boxers as I looked up at him. I could tell by the look in his eyes, that he wouldn't budge on his demand. Slowly I slid them off my hips, and let them drop to my ankles before stepping out of them. I hung my head low, I couldn't even look up at him, I was too embarrassed. 

I felt vulnerable like that, standing before him in the nude, arms at my side, tail curled up between my legs while he looked at me and murred louder, squeezing his own bulge. Slade licked his lips and said "Thats good. You're a pretty little fag." I slowly lifted my chin, I felt defeated already and he didn't even have to punch me once. 

As I looked up into his eyes I tried to lie to him, I mean, how could he possibly know I had a thing for guys right? "I'm not gay, I'm totally straight." 

He snorted and ignored my comment, saying simply. "Get on your knees in front of me." My chin started to tremble, I was so scared. I had spent several nights laying in bed, dreaming about what it would be like to suck off different guys at school, or hot teen idols from TV, but kneeling down in front of Slade, the guy I loved more than anything, it was like I was really powerless, I couldn't say no to him.

Using his hand, he slowly pulled the zipper on his pants down, spread his legs a bit and smiled down at me as he pulled out his dick. A good 6 inches of mouse dick that is half hard dangled before my face. I'd never seen another guy like this, or smelled the musky scent of another male's crotch, but there was something alluring about this all of a sudden. Looking at his dick, it's scent filling my nose, knowing full well what was expected of me, all of it made me feel a bit ashamed when I started to get hard myself. Slade just pumped his dick in his hand and said down at me. "I know a fag when I see one Focks. Now suck me." 

His hand pulled away, leaving his dick hanging there, bouncing softly with each beat of his heart. I looked up at him, and a part of me admired how strong he looked, standing tall over me like that, smiling down like he know he has complete control over me. He didn't even have the knife in his hand anymore, he didn't need it. My eyes dropped down to his half hard penis, and I stared at it for a few moments. My hands where shaking as I lifted them up and rested them on his hips, and slowly leaned my head forward. My warm breath must have been blowing across his flesh, because he murred again, and brought a hand down onto my head to rub between my ears. My lips parted and I gave a few testing licks over that shaft. It didn't taste bad at all, it had it's own unique flavor, but it was far from being unpleasant. 

After giving him a few licks, I opened my mouth, and took him into my muzzle. My lips slid all the way down his shaft, and as soon as I engulfed him, the hand on my head grabbed a fist full of fur and he shoved his hips forward, banging his crotch against my nose and holding me all the way down. "Mmmmm fuck yeah. Been a while since I made a 12 year old suck on my dick, forgot how nice it was! Use your tongue more faggot, make it feel good." I raised my eyes to look up at him as I held his shaft between my lips. He of course was grinning ear to ear now, showing off his teeth as he watched me suck on his dick. 

I really tried my best to suck on him, and give him what he wanted, but this was still new to me, I'd never sucked anyone off, and he wasn't giving me much time to get used to the feeling of holding his dick in my mouth. He wanted more tongue though, so I gave it to him. I licked around the base of his shaft, curled my tongue around it as best as I could, and inched my lips down that extra little bit to push his sheath all the way back. 2 inches of my muzzle disappeared into his open pants. As I breathed in through my nose, my senses were over taken with the powerful musk and pheromones of my idol. It made my mouth drool all the more, and I even started to relax and accept that I was being forced to suck off another guy. I started to realize how lucky I was, I'm getting to suck off my idol, how many people wish they could be me right now.

The thought was fleeting though, interrupted when Slade pulled his hips back and started to orally rape me. His shaft slid smoothly through my lips, time and time again, pulling half way out and pushing it right back in while that tight hold he has on my head fur was maintained. Slade didn't make the job any less humiliating though. "I could tell the moment I laid my eyes on you, that you had skill. But it's not skill on the skateboard. Skills for a good little cum swallower. Damn you've got a nice mouth kid. You have a little brother. I might have to stop by and see if everyone in your family can suck cock this good." 

My ears laid back again by the mere mentioning of my brother. How can Slade know things like this? He was able to see right through me, and he knows I have a brother too! The worried expression on my face must have brought him some enjoyment, because he pulls his dick from my mouth all the way, grabed it with his hand and held it against my cheek, stroking it through my face fur. "Ya know... I'd like to see that. You and your little brother, kneeling before me like two little vixens in heat, feeling both your tongues wrestling over my dick. That sounds like fun doesn't it Focks?" I shivered with the thought of Slade abusing my brother in such a way. 

He still had a firm hold on my head, and I dare not test him by trying to pull away, so I remained there, letting him rub his dick on my face. "Please Slade, don't go after my brother. He's only 10." Slade chuckled and slapped his cock against my muzzle, leaving a wet splatter mark of precum in my fur.

"I'll do whatever I want to you AND your brother fag! Foxes like you are my playthings. You should be happy that I'm letting you suck my dick. Arn't you happy for that Focks?" 

I swallowed, still tasting him as that cock switched side and starts rubbing against my right cheek and muzzle now. I had to answer him, I have to stay on his good side, and show him that I know my place and station before him. "Yes Slade. I like sucking on your dick for you." I admitted, and it wasn't all a lie either. I'm sure he could see that too because he fed his cock between my lips once again, leaving both my cheeks sticky with his precum. I resumed sucking and curling my tongue over his flesh as he humped my face. 

"Mmmmm yeah your muzzle feels good kid. And yes, I am going to use your little brother, in time. He won't be the first 10 year old to swallow my sperm." I looked up at him and begged him with my eyes, giving a soft whimper around his cock. He licked his lips, feeding off my reactions and enjoying himself to the fullest. "It always feels fucking awesome to push your dick down a kid's throat and let them gag on you all nice and hard while you get off. Best feeling in the world, watching some poor kid cry while you shoot down their throat! Fuck yeah!" Slade resumed his face fucking on me now. His hips rolled in and out, working his shaft through my muzzle, grinding over my tongue. 

I truly felt helpless right then, knowing there was nothing I could do to stop him, he was using my mouth, and I knew eventually he would do the same thing to my brother. The only thing I could think of doing to try and protect my younger brother would be to do so good of a job pleasuring the mouse, that he wouldn't need anyone but me to get him off. I redoubled my efforts, I started sucking all the harder on his pole, I licked the alphabet using my tongue, drawing imaginary letters on the belly of his shaft with my tongue tip. He must have liked that cause he grabbed onto my head with both hands and moaned out. "You fucking slut, FUCK! I knew you loved this! Oooh yeah, keep going kid, I'm getting close." 

He grinded his crotch against my nose, holding me there tight as my mouth did all the work for him. Slade stopped looking at me, tilting his own head back as he moaned in ecstasy. I learned all the little spots on his dick that were sensitive and drive him to new heights of pleasure, using my tongue and mouth with sheer instinct and passion for a first timer. He hissed loudly and growled, with teeth gritted, looking down at me with an almost vicious and angry expression. I was scared, he looked really pissed off for a moment. Then his hips pulled back and he rammed himself forward, my nose took the brunt of the thrust as his crotch banged against 5 times in a row. 

One of his hands moved to pinch the corners of my mouth, forcing my mouth open. He pulled his dick out. Slade fisted his own cock in front of me while he held my mouth open. That mouse cock was pinted right at my open mouth while he hissed and snarled in pleasure. I watched as his lip snarled up, and as lust overtook him. My eyes looked down just in time to see his piss slit expand before a heavy gush of white seed shot from it and splattered across my tongue. Slade pumps his cock quickly, as more shots of hot rodent sperm shot from his cock tip. He pulled his cock up, groaning loudly and blasted his seed all over my face. Slade was panting heavily and all I could do was hold still and let him have his way.

Semen splattered across my forehead, another line ran down the left side of my muzzle and cheek, one hit the mark head on and coated my nose and dripped off my lips. I could smell it clearly, the scent of his spunk, the fresh raw salty taste of it on my tongue, and the warmth of it soaking into my fur as it was shot all over my face. The last shot was high and to the right, and landed right inside of my ear. He let go of my jaw and let his cock hang there as he looked at the mess he made of me. I could see the satisfaction written on his face as he tried to catch his breath. I closed my mouth, and swallowed what little of his spunk I was allowed to taste. 

I felt dirty in that moment, looking as his semi hard cock, smelling like cum covered sock with someone else’s jizm marking me as if I was a piece of property. But Slade was smiling down at me, he was pleased, I made him pleased with me, or so I thought at least. "See, you're a fag after all. Don't move." he demanded. The verbal jab and insult made me whimper a bit, but he was right, I was a fag, now more than ever as his spunk slowly dried in my fur. Slade reached into his pocket and pulled out a cell phone, and starts tapping some buttons on it. Before I knew what was happening, he pointed it at me, and the sound of a camera shutter clicking  sounded off. He just took a picture of me with all that cum running down my face. He grins wide and says. "Now, suck my dick one more time, milk me dry fox bitch."

Slade moved the camera to the side so he could get one more picture, a side shot of his dick between my lips one last time. I hesitated, I didn't like how he was taking pictures of his abuse of me, but I couldn't do anything about it. Leaning in, I took his dick between my lips, and starts sucking on it again, using my bottom lip to drag against the underside to milk the final drops of seed from his shaft. "Stop." he said, and I held still, with 2 inches of his dick in my mouth. "Look up at me." I brought my eyes up, and he snapped the picture. He then pulled his dick from my lips and showed me the picture on the screen of me with cum on my face, his dick in my mouth, and me giving him a begging look upwards to him. 

"This is a keeper for sure Focks." he puts his phone back into his pants and tuck his dick back inside too, zipping back up. Slade walks over to a shelf and grabs a towel, throwing it at my face. "Wipe yourself off kid." I took the towel, and smelled it, it reeked of his seed already. It must be what he used to clean up his own messes, and here I am, supposed to use it to clean my own face. I tried to find the cleanest part of it and only use that section of the towel. Slade moved to sit down in his chair, propping his feet up as he looked at me. Once I was done with the towel, I folded it up and set it on the arm of the sofa. "Crawl over here Focks." he ordered.

I was rather hoping that he'd let me get dressed and go home now that I got him off, but luck was not with me right then. I crawled over to him on all fours like some kind of dumb dog. "My feet ache from today bitch. I want you to massage them." I looked at his paws and nodded my head. Simple enough I thought. I crawled to the end of the foot rest and began to rub his feet with my hands, and I was rewarded with a kick to the face. "Stupid fox. Haven't you learned yet, your TONGUE is what you use to touch me, not your hands. Now massage my feet fag!" I yelped from the harsh kick to my face and winced when he yelled at me. I dare not protest against him though, it's just best to do what he wants. 

I brought my face to the soles of his feet and started licking them. I was completely expecting it to be a foul job, but it really wasn’t bad at all. His paws had their own musk to them, but just like his dick, it didnt disgust me at all. I ran my tongue over his main pads time and time again. They were quite rough and warn, but after licking them for several minutes, they smoothed out. Slade turned on the TV and started to relax further while I had my job cut out for me. While I focused my attention on one foot, his other one would gently caress and rub the side of my face, encouraging me to keep going. 

My tongue lapped the underside of his toes and worked between them. Once in a while Slade would clench his toes and catch my tongue, and I would slowly draw my tongue free from the embrace, it was a fun little game he and I developed there. I found it quite soothing just to kneel there and let my tongue do all the work. I soon forgot my fears, and forgot that for the most part the mouse had just raped my mouth. He sat there and enjoyed the TV, and I knelt there licking at both his feet for the better part of an hour. When his TV show ended, he pushed the foot rest down, and the TV was turned off. He looked down at me with a smile. "Lay down on your back Focks." he says in a soft tone of voice. 

I did what he ask of course, laying down looking up at him as he stood up and looked down at me with a pleased smile. He lifted one foot up and stepped it down on my chest, slowly shifting his weight onto it and stepping up onto me. With his feet firmly on my chest, he looked down at me and murred. One paw slide up to my throat and forced my chin up and head back. He pressed that foot against my throat firmly. I felt a shiver run through my body, fear crept back into me, a single step forward and he could crush my wind pipe without any effort. "You've done a good job pleasing me tonight Focks." he rubbed that foot against my throat, and then up to my face, forcing my head to turn to the side so he could grind the pads over my muzzle and head. The cum left in my fur had already dried out, leaving a few spots of fur matted together. 

As he rubed that paw over my face and clenched at my nose with his toes a bit, I felt for the first time like I truly knew my place with him. "You know where you belong now don’t you boy?" he asked of me. 

"Yes sir, I know where I belong." I said as he kept me pinned under his feet. 

"Tell me Focks, where do you belong?" he asked.

That paw that rubbed my face felt good, like he was petting me, in a completely degrading way of course. "I belong under you Slade. I'm a fox, and I'm a fag. I am beneath you in every way."

Slade murrs with approval to me and says "That's right Focks. From now on, you are my toy, I will do to you whatever I wish. I... own... YOU!" he clenches my ear with his toes. "Say it for me kid."

I opened my mouth to breath and speak, my heart racing again. "I belong to you Slade." I answer. 

"Mmmmm, pretty little fox boy." He moves his foot off my face and drags it across my throat to stand upon my chest again. "Tomorrow, you're going to invite me to dinner so I can meet your family arn't you?"

I look up at him now, the weight on my chest makes it hard to breath easily, but at least I'm still able too. "Yes Slade." I say to him. He smiles down at me and lashes his tail behind him. 

"Good, cause I'm anxious to meet them, especially your little brother. Tomorrow, after dinner, you're going to give me some alone time with him, arn't you Focks?"

That lump in my throat comes back as he says that. I want to say 'no' but how can I? "I'll do whatever you want me too Slade."

"That's a good boy. Always do what I want, and I won't have to show everyone those pictures of you wearing my cum and sucking my dick." I whimper a touch and it makes him murr softly. "One more thing Focks, if you ever cross me, I'll take your brother, and sell his ass off to a few sadists I know. You'll never see him again, and I promise you, that he'll spend every day of the rest of his life crying as he's passed from one guy to the next and raped day after day after day. Got it?" 

I tremble under the mouse just thinking about that, it makes me want to cry a bit, and I know Slade is being honest, he doesn't seem to have any trouble at all with being that cruel. "I swear Slade, I won't ever cross you. I'll always be a good fox for you, I promise." 

Slade smiles again, lifting his foot up and presenting it to my face. I lean up and give it a kiss. He presses it to my face and uses my head to step off of me and back to the ground. "Good kid. Now then." he reaches down and picks me up off the floor and then moves behind me, wrapping his arms around my body and hugging me against his front. His head comes to the left side of mine and he whispers in my ears as one of his paws moves down to rub at my exposed balls. "When you go home tonight, and you're laying in bed, and you're replaying in your mind, every little thing that I've done to you, I want you jerk off." 

I shiver as he touches me down there, and it's not long at all before my own dick is hard and exposed. He takes one my hands and guides it to my own erection. With his fist wrapped around mine, he makes me jerk myself while he continues to whisper into my ear. "You think about what it was like, sucking my cock, and tasting my sperm, and swallowing it down, and smelling my scent. And when you're done spunking over your belly, and you lay there panting, I want you to remember..." my eyes are closed already, picturing myself in my bed, doing this as he speaks it into my ear, I'm hanging on his every word. "...remember, that your body belongs to me, and there is much more fun that I'm going to have with it." I almost start cumming right then, especially when the mouse makes a long firm lick of his tongue from my shoulder, up my neck, and stopping at the base of my ear. 

My legs are left weak as I slowly turn around and look up at him, barely able to stand, looking up at him. "Yes Slade." is all I can say in my dazed state of mind. He pats my head and makes a motion with his head toward the door, giving me permission to leave. I start to pick up my clothes, to carry them out with me and get dressed once I'm out of his sight. Before I turn to leave, he steps up to me and pulls my underwear from the pile and wads it up in a fist. 

"I'm going to keep these fag. Now go on and get out of here." He tosses my underwear onto the chair as he starts to get undressed, readying himself for bed. I get to see his exposed chest and back for just a moment before I turn and walk out with my head hung low.

I walk upstairs, my dick still hard, and lean against the wall, clothes still in my arms. My mind spins with all that has just happened to me. As I get dressed up there, I have to wonder, why me? It's a question that I will not get answered for a while. Maybe tomorrow, when he comes over for dinner, I will get to ask him what makes me so special.