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Next chapter should be out next Tuesday.","writing":"\tJulian blinked, confusion and terror filled his lungs as he stared at the key in his little sister's hand. Owner? He looked up to his mother, who smirked. Was she enjoying his predicament? Fists balled, he wanted to scream at her. To storm out and pull fruitlessly at this cage around his cock. \n\nInstead, he stood still. Dazed and confused as his mother sat back down against the bed and said, ``Maxine, could you be a dear and get a pen and paper from the kitchen?''\n\n``Sure, Mom,'' his sister said with a giggle as she scurried off past him. The young rat looked up to his mother. He gulped, feeling how tight his throat had become in her presence. His mother, even when she carried a caring tone, always had something about her that Julian grew intimidated by. But it was muted before. Like it had been masked by rain. \n\nShe had dropped the mask.\n\n``W-why?'' he asked, averting his gaze in a vain attempt to steel his resolve.\n\n``Why are you looking away, honey?'' she asked, curling her finger to signal him closer. He followed, her hand clasping his cheek as she brought him to face her, ``Didn't I tell you to never look away from a woman when talking to her?''\n\nHe nodded, ``Why...why is Max...'' \n\n``Shh,'' she cooed, slowly pushing him to his knees, ``I'll admit, it may be a bit early for her. But kids are growing faster these days, and I've been excited to start teaching her.''\n\n``T-teaching?'' he sniffed, ``I don't understand, mom.''\n\n``You're just like your father,'' she smiled, curling a finger through his short headfur, ``shy, and timid. He had a similar look in his eyes when he first kneeled before me, right down to that little twinkle that tells me everything I need to know.'' her warm breath carried down his neck as he stared into his mother's bosom. Something came over him, his dick bobbing fruitlessly into his cage without any hope of becoming erect to his mother's aura. The rat found himself panting to her touch as if he'd just had gym class. \n\n``You're a natural submissive, son,'' she whispered, ``and I'd hate for that to go to waste.''\n\nMax kicked the ajar door open before Julian could process what his mother meant. The spunky tomboy of a ten-year-old smiled wide as she held a pen and paper attached to a clipboard. Julian took note that the key to his cage wasn't in her hands anymore. Maybe she put it in her pocket, or she tossed it aside. He shuddered at the idea that she had the only access to his freedom.\n\nShe handed the utensils to their mother, ``Here you go, mom.'' \n\nThe older rat pointed down to her son, ``Give them to you slave, dear. And make sure he's writing everything down to the letter. You'll both be relying on these rules from now on.''\n\nThe teenage rat stared blankly into space as his sister handed him the pen and paper. Slave? Owner? He'd heard of slavery in history, was that what this was? And what did his mother mean by being a natural submissive? Sure, he didn't go out of his way to prove himself to the other guys. But he was going to! Eventually. Maybe even join the football team.\n\n``The pen,'' his mother said, her tone whipping him back from his thoughts, ``take it, son.''\n\nHis hands shook as he took the pen and paper from Max's hands.\n\n``Good,'' his mother smiled while Max walked behind Julian and hunched over. Hands gripping into his shoulders while her eyes peered over him, ``Now, Julian, write down these rules as I say them, understand?''\n\nHe nodded, though that may have been from nerves than anything else as he put the pen to paper.\n\n``Rule 1: I am to ask my Owner-capitalize the O- permission before leaving the house to go anywhere, and I must be back when she tells me to return. Rule 2: My Owner determines what I wear and when. Rule 3: My Owner determines if, when, and how I get to cum,''\n\nMax giggled at that rule. Her fingers dug into his shoulder as he wrote it all down. Julian knew this was wrong. But he also knew, much to his shame, that he'd be sporting a tent in his pants if he wasn't caged right now.\n\n``Rule 4: My Owner determines what I can spend my allowance on, and she can spend it in my stead, only for tools needed in her ownership of me.''\n\nTools? Julian didn't like the sound of that. And what good was his allowance if he couldn't spend it?\n\n``And finally, rule 5: My Owner is to decide who I can or cannot date. She is also responsible for finding the right woman to own me some day.''\n\nMax's grip loosened, ``I have to get him a girlfriend?''\n\n``No dear. You are responsible for finding a suitable Mistress to pass him to. As much as I adore you having control over your big brother, I do want grandchildren someday. While it's possible his new Mistress wouldn't wish for the joys of motherhood, it only makes sense to send you both out to try,'' she ruffled her daughter's hair, ``If you desire it, my sweet.''\n\nHis mother grabbed the list of rules from his quivering hands, ``Now, go take this to your father's office and make a copy for your slave's room. Then we'll go shopping to pick out his new wardrobe.''\n\nMax groaned as their mother brought up shopping. Julian's tail quivered, ``N-new wardrobe? But mom-''\n\n``Shh,'' his mother shushed him, leaning down to his eye level as she ran fingers through his black headfur, ``Until your owner has given you permission to speak freely, a slave does not speak in the presence of his betters unless spoken to,'' she explained without a hint of malice. Instead, there was joy. His mother's smile was like that of a predator, but he felt a sense of happiness from her. Like she'd finally gotten something she'd always wanted.\n\nWith a kiss on his forehead, she brushed him off, ``Go meet with your father in your room. By the time your sister and I have returned, I expect your clothes to be bundled up.''\n\n***\n\nHe still didn't understand why he and his father were bundling his clothes. He knew his sister, and he knew she hated shopping. So even if she was to pick out new clothes, it's not like he had to get rid of all of his.\n\nBut any complaint was met with, ``Your mother knows best, son.'' from his dad. Like his mother, Julian's father seemed to be all the more excited at this new experience for his son. Which drove Julian up a wall as he tried to reason with his father about how unfair this was.\n\n``Dad, you know guys masturbate all the time! Isn't it, like, bad for my health if I can't?''\n\n``Your mother will make sure Max lets you out at least once a month for that,'' the older mouse explained as he threw another set of shirts into a box, one of his robot mecha shirts was stuck in that pile, ``And besides, there are ways to deal with it even when caged. Your mother has been dying to teach you and Max this for quite some time.''\n\n``But...why do I need to wear a cage? Is Max gonna get something like this when you all catch her masturbating?''\n\nHis father chuckled, ``Don't be ridiculous, son. This isn't the middle ages.''\n\nJulian grit his teeth, ``Why are you fighting me on this!'' he stomped his foot against the carpeted floor as he let the tantrum flow through, ``You're my dad! You should have my back on this!''\n\nWalter, his father, sighed as he looked over to his son, ``Son, do you know how long your mother has been bringing up all the socks in your laundry?''\n\n``I don't...'' Julian's eyes shifted left and right, ``No?''\n\n``For about a year now. I've been telling her that you've just been changing them more often, but we both know that's a lie,'' he walked over to his son, ``I've been watching your back since you were born, and have been careful about your approach to puberty,'' the mouse hugged his rat son, ``But I knew it was over when I came home and your mother found out. I know it's confusing Julian, it was for me as well when I first started dating your mother. But I'm confident you'll see what I do in due time.''\n\n``Dad,'' throat tight, he buried his face into his father's chest, ``I don't understand.''\n\n``It's ok, son,'' he ruffled through his son's headfur, ``If you like, I'll hide a pair of jeans and your favorite shirt for you. I can take the punishment that comes if they're found out.''\n\nHe didn't understand what his father meant by punishment, but he nodded anyway. He went through his closet and picked out his favorite shirt, a white shirt with the logo of his favorite game character: a robot with spinning spike balls for fists. His father laughed when he saw it, ``Boy, games sure have gotten more popular nowadays.'' He said as he tucked it deep into the closet, along with a pair of jeans. \n\nThey heard the garage door opening as the two headed downstairs, each with a box of clothes. ``Perfect timing,'' his father said with a smile, putting the box down and pushing his son along, ``Come now, we need to treat our owners with respect.''\n\nWalter stood tall as they entered the mudroom, hands behind his back and feet straight while presenting himself to the door, ``Please copy me, son.''\n\n``Why?''\n\n``Because you the first thing your owner should see is a servant willing to help.''\n\n``But I don't want to help,'' he scowled, ``I want this cage off.''\n\nWalter sighed, ``Fine. Just go bring the rest of the boxes downstairs while I greet your mother and sister. Just be careful. Don't pick up anything that makes it hard to see while carrying. Wouldn't want you to trip down any stairs.''\n\nJulian paid little attention to his father's advice as he raced to his room. Mom still hadn't returned his computer, so all he could really do was lay about in his bed. The rat unzipped his pants and reached for the accursed cage blocking him off. If only he knew how to remove it, or had the key. \n\nThey didn't call him down until dinner. Famished, Julian happily headed downstairs for his meal. While he did find it, he also found his father on his knees next to his mother's chair, naked save for a black collar and the cage over his cock. Worse of all, Julian seemed to be the only one embarrassed by it. The white mouse just smiled over to his son, as though it was a normal dinner.\n\n``Mom says you'll be eating like that in the future,'' Max said, swinging her legs from her chair as she leaned onto her arm and smiled, ``Dad got her to let you have one more day of eating at the table.''\n\n``He didn't `get me' sweetie,'' his mother said, bringing out a freshly cooked chicken to the table, ``My wonderful husband suggested it. And like the loving partner I am, I considered it. Sometimes I disagree, but I figured it'd be too much of a shock to get my son to eat like a proper slave today.''\n\nHe didn't say a word as they ate, only eyeing his father's now empty regular seat and peeking a little below the table to see the mouse bowing down to eat near his rat mother's feet. Something felt off to Julian. While his father wasn't an angry mouse or prone to much frustration, he always came off as tired during dinner. \n\nThat tired mouse was nowhere to be found at the feet of his rat wife. A happy and energetic mouse took his place, munching away messily at the chicken before him. His mother cooed as she snapped her fingers, leading the mouse to straighten out his back as he faced her.\n\n``I've forgotten how dirty this made you,'' she sighed with a smile as she brushed a napkin through his face fur, ``Thank goodness we don't have houseguests.''\n\n``I apologize, Mistress,'' Walter said. Julian saw his mother's fur stand tall as his father said that, ``We should have plenty of time to practice now.''\n\n``Oh, such a naughty boy,'' she squeezed his cheeks, ``Speaking out of turn? You must really want attention.''\n\nJulian had enough, ``Good dinner, Mom. Bye.'' he said as he pushed himself away from the table and rushed upstairs. He ignored his mother calling for him, rushing to his bed and curling up into a ball. He'd already reached for his cock, forgetting the cage just long enough for despair to hit him, and for reality to make him question why he was about to jack off to his mother treating his father that way. \n\nHe stayed like that for an hour, hand clasped around the cage with the thought of his mother and father burned into his mind. He just wanted to cum and regret it. But the image stayed in his horny mind, only shattering when he heard someone enter.\n\nMax entered in without a knock. She rested her hands behind her head as she strutted through his room like she owned the place. He wanted to kick her out, but Julian had a feeling it'd cause more trouble than it'd solve.\n\n``So..mom's mad that you just ran off,'' she teased, jumping on the bed where he lay, ``She made dad clean up after you, instead of yourself.''\n\n``It's your turn to clean them anyway...'' he mumbled. \n\nHis sister responded with a foot against his side, ``Nope. Mom said that half of my chores go to you now.''\n\n``Half?'' he looked up. \n\nMax shrugged, ``I know right? I said it should be all, but mom told me that she doesn't want me getting lazy. Apparently dad would be happy to clean the house after work, but mom put her foot down,'' she shifted her foot to his crotch, putting pressure on his prison, ``Kind of like this.''\n\n``Sto-ah, ah,'' he said as the pressure built up. He stared up to his little sister, who looked back down in an excitable glare as she watched him squirm.\n\n``You know, you were always so easy to boss around. Dad told me it's because you're polite, but mom explained it's cause you like it. Just like dad does.'' she twisted her foot against him. Julian knew he could push her off if he wanted to. Sure, his sister was strong for her age, but he had more puberty strength to rely on. He couldn't bring himself to, however, not because he was worried about how mom would react. \n\nNo. He felt his cock straining against the cage the harder Max pushed. Blush filled his cheeks under the rat's fur. He'd heard of porn like this but figured people who liked that stuff were just weird.\n\nTurns out, so was he.\n\n``Dad did other things with mom after you left. Something I wanna try.'' she said, unzipping her shorts and walking up to Julian. She planted her crotch down on his face before he could protest, pulling aside her panties to bring her pussy to his mouth.\n\n``Mom called this `eating out' and she had dad do this under the table after you left. It looked fun, so I want you to do it.''\n\nThe teenage rat's protests were muffled by his sister's muff against his maw. Both hands grabbed his headfur and pulled him in, ``Lick at it, big brother. Like it's a lollipop.'' she ordered. He didn't, struggling under the weight of her body over his head. It wasn't until she put a finger over his nose that he started to lick as followed. \n\nHe gagged at his sister's taste while she moaned, her grip growing tighter the more he licked. Max didn't seem to care as she ground into him. She let go of his nose, giving him room to breathe as he continued to lick away like an ice cream cone.\n\nJulian kept his eyes closed as he worked, letting time pass him by as his tongue grew sore. Only the intensity of Max's moans gave him any idea that he was doing well. Somewhere in the back of his mind, those moans felt like a sense of pride as his cock strained against the cage. \n\n``Oh...oh...'' she gripped him tight as she pushed her crotch deeper into his maw, wailing softly as a warm liquid squirted over his fur. She collapsed backward, landing against his crotch as her juices stained his shirt. \n\nHe spat while raising his head. Did she cum? Was that how girls came? He kept thinking it over as he looked over to his little sister, somehow passed out on him. With a sigh, he picked her up and dropped her off back on her bed, rolling the covers over her. Max seemed so calm under them, a far cry from the hyperactive tomboy that annoyed him every day. \n\nHe brushed through her headfur affectionately. When she didn't stir, he started looking through her drawers for the key. No way he was going to let his little sister control his cock. His luck didn't help him as he checked high and low, finding nothing but her clothes, and toys, several of them being his old toys she stole over the years. \n\nWith a yawn, the rat gave up and headed back to his own room. He could find the key tomorrow, all he had to do was stomach one night of his cock locked up. Fondling the cage as he reached under his covers, he looked over to his desk to find that his computer had been returned. \n\n``Don't think about getting on it,'' His mother said. Eyes wide, the rat got up to see his mother leaning in the doorway, arms crossed and expression dour, ``I had your father install a new password. I was going to tell you, but your little stunt in your sister's room tells me that you'll have to earn it.''\n\nShe raised her hand before he could speak, ``Don't. I found it adorable that you brought your owner to bed and tucked her in. But don't think I can't tell what you're searching for,'' she pulled out a key from the necklace between her breasts, ``Your sister forgot this on the table. I'll need to speak with her about proper care of a slave's keys in the future,'' she put it back in her bosom as he fruitlessly reached for the keys across the room, ``As for your punishment, that'll be up to her after I tell her,'' she flipped the night switch, ``Good night, slave.'' she whispered before shutting the door.\n\nJulian stared up at the ceiling. His very first night as a slave. \n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"\tJulian blinked, confusion and terror filled his lungs as he stared at the key in his little sister's hand. Owner? He looked up to his mother, who smirked. Was she enjoying his predicament? Fists balled, he wanted to scream at her. To storm out and pull fruitlessly at this cage around his cock.

Instead, he stood still. Dazed and confused as his mother sat back down against the bed and said, ``Maxine, could you be a dear and get a pen and paper from the kitchen?''

``Sure, Mom,'' his sister said with a giggle as she scurried off past him. The young rat looked up to his mother. He gulped, feeling how tight his throat had become in her presence. His mother, even when she carried a caring tone, always had something about her that Julian grew intimidated by. But it was muted before. Like it had been masked by rain.

She had dropped the mask.

``W-why?'' he asked, averting his gaze in a vain attempt to steel his resolve.

``Why are you looking away, honey?'' she asked, curling her finger to signal him closer. He followed, her hand clasping his cheek as she brought him to face her, ``Didn't I tell you to never look away from a woman when talking to her?''

He nodded, ``Why...why is Max...''

``Shh,'' she cooed, slowly pushing him to his knees, ``I'll admit, it may be a bit early for her. But kids are growing faster these days, and I've been excited to start teaching her.''

``T-teaching?'' he sniffed, ``I don't understand, mom.''

``You're just like your father,'' she smiled, curling a finger through his short headfur, ``shy, and timid. He had a similar look in his eyes when he first kneeled before me, right down to that little twinkle that tells me everything I need to know.'' her warm breath carried down his neck as he stared into his mother's bosom. Something came over him, his dick bobbing fruitlessly into his cage without any hope of becoming erect to his mother's aura. The rat found himself panting to her touch as if he'd just had gym class.

``You're a natural submissive, son,'' she whispered, ``and I'd hate for that to go to waste.''

Max kicked the ajar door open before Julian could process what his mother meant. The spunky tomboy of a ten-year-old smiled wide as she held a pen and paper attached to a clipboard. Julian took note that the key to his cage wasn't in her hands anymore. Maybe she put it in her pocket, or she tossed it aside. He shuddered at the idea that she had the only access to his freedom.

She handed the utensils to their mother, ``Here you go, mom.''

The older rat pointed down to her son, ``Give them to you slave, dear. And make sure he's writing everything down to the letter. You'll both be relying on these rules from now on.''

The teenage rat stared blankly into space as his sister handed him the pen and paper. Slave? Owner? He'd heard of slavery in history, was that what this was? And what did his mother mean by being a natural submissive? Sure, he didn't go out of his way to prove himself to the other guys. But he was going to! Eventually. Maybe even join the football team.

``The pen,'' his mother said, her tone whipping him back from his thoughts, ``take it, son.''

His hands shook as he took the pen and paper from Max's hands.

``Good,'' his mother smiled while Max walked behind Julian and hunched over. Hands gripping into his shoulders while her eyes peered over him, ``Now, Julian, write down these rules as I say them, understand?''

He nodded, though that may have been from nerves than anything else as he put the pen to paper.

``Rule 1: I am to ask my Owner-capitalize the O- permission before leaving the house to go anywhere, and I must be back when she tells me to return. Rule 2: My Owner determines what I wear and when. Rule 3: My Owner determines if, when, and how I get to cum,''

Max giggled at that rule. Her fingers dug into his shoulder as he wrote it all down. Julian knew this was wrong. But he also knew, much to his shame, that he'd be sporting a tent in his pants if he wasn't caged right now.

``Rule 4: My Owner determines what I can spend my allowance on, and she can spend it in my stead, only for tools needed in her ownership of me.''

Tools? Julian didn't like the sound of that. And what good was his allowance if he couldn't spend it?

``And finally, rule 5: My Owner is to decide who I can or cannot date. She is also responsible for finding the right woman to own me some day.''

Max's grip loosened, ``I have to get him a girlfriend?''

``No dear. You are responsible for finding a suitable Mistress to pass him to. As much as I adore you having control over your big brother, I do want grandchildren someday. While it's possible his new Mistress wouldn't wish for the joys of motherhood, it only makes sense to send you both out to try,'' she ruffled her daughter's hair, ``If you desire it, my sweet.''

His mother grabbed the list of rules from his quivering hands, ``Now, go take this to your father's office and make a copy for your slave's room. Then we'll go shopping to pick out his new wardrobe.''

Max groaned as their mother brought up shopping. Julian's tail quivered, ``N-new wardrobe? But mom-''

``Shh,'' his mother shushed him, leaning down to his eye level as she ran fingers through his black headfur, ``Until your owner has given you permission to speak freely, a slave does not speak in the presence of his betters unless spoken to,'' she explained without a hint of malice. Instead, there was joy. His mother's smile was like that of a predator, but he felt a sense of happiness from her. Like she'd finally gotten something she'd always wanted.

With a kiss on his forehead, she brushed him off, ``Go meet with your father in your room. By the time your sister and I have returned, I expect your clothes to be bundled up.''

***

He still didn't understand why he and his father were bundling his clothes. He knew his sister, and he knew she hated shopping. So even if she was to pick out new clothes, it's not like he had to get rid of all of his.

But any complaint was met with, ``Your mother knows best, son.'' from his dad. Like his mother, Julian's father seemed to be all the more excited at this new experience for his son. Which drove Julian up a wall as he tried to reason with his father about how unfair this was.

``Dad, you know guys masturbate all the time! Isn't it, like, bad for my health if I can't?''

``Your mother will make sure Max lets you out at least once a month for that,'' the older mouse explained as he threw another set of shirts into a box, one of his robot mecha shirts was stuck in that pile, ``And besides, there are ways to deal with it even when caged. Your mother has been dying to teach you and Max this for quite some time.''

``But...why do I need to wear a cage? Is Max gonna get something like this when you all catch her masturbating?''

His father chuckled, ``Don't be ridiculous, son. This isn't the middle ages.''

Julian grit his teeth, ``Why are you fighting me on this!'' he stomped his foot against the carpeted floor as he let the tantrum flow through, ``You're my dad! You should have my back on this!''

Walter, his father, sighed as he looked over to his son, ``Son, do you know how long your mother has been bringing up all the socks in your laundry?''

``I don't...'' Julian's eyes shifted left and right, ``No?''

``For about a year now. I've been telling her that you've just been changing them more often, but we both know that's a lie,'' he walked over to his son, ``I've been watching your back since you were born, and have been careful about your approach to puberty,'' the mouse hugged his rat son, ``But I knew it was over when I came home and your mother found out. I know it's confusing Julian, it was for me as well when I first started dating your mother. But I'm confident you'll see what I do in due time.''

``Dad,'' throat tight, he buried his face into his father's chest, ``I don't understand.''

``It's ok, son,'' he ruffled through his son's headfur, ``If you like, I'll hide a pair of jeans and your favorite shirt for you. I can take the punishment that comes if they're found out.''

He didn't understand what his father meant by punishment, but he nodded anyway. He went through his closet and picked out his favorite shirt, a white shirt with the logo of his favorite game character: a robot with spinning spike balls for fists. His father laughed when he saw it, ``Boy, games sure have gotten more popular nowadays.'' He said as he tucked it deep into the closet, along with a pair of jeans.

They heard the garage door opening as the two headed downstairs, each with a box of clothes. ``Perfect timing,'' his father said with a smile, putting the box down and pushing his son along, ``Come now, we need to treat our owners with respect.''

Walter stood tall as they entered the mudroom, hands behind his back and feet straight while presenting himself to the door, ``Please copy me, son.''

``Why?''

``Because you the first thing your owner should see is a servant willing to help.''

``But I don't want to help,'' he scowled, ``I want this cage off.''

Walter sighed, ``Fine. Just go bring the rest of the boxes downstairs while I greet your mother and sister. Just be careful. Don't pick up anything that makes it hard to see while carrying. Wouldn't want you to trip down any stairs.''

Julian paid little attention to his father's advice as he raced to his room. Mom still hadn't returned his computer, so all he could really do was lay about in his bed. The rat unzipped his pants and reached for the accursed cage blocking him off. If only he knew how to remove it, or had the key.

They didn't call him down until dinner. Famished, Julian happily headed downstairs for his meal. While he did find it, he also found his father on his knees next to his mother's chair, naked save for a black collar and the cage over his cock. Worse of all, Julian seemed to be the only one embarrassed by it. The white mouse just smiled over to his son, as though it was a normal dinner.

``Mom says you'll be eating like that in the future,'' Max said, swinging her legs from her chair as she leaned onto her arm and smiled, ``Dad got her to let you have one more day of eating at the table.''

``He didn't `get me' sweetie,'' his mother said, bringing out a freshly cooked chicken to the table, ``My wonderful husband suggested it. And like the loving partner I am, I considered it. Sometimes I disagree, but I figured it'd be too much of a shock to get my son to eat like a proper slave today.''

He didn't say a word as they ate, only eyeing his father's now empty regular seat and peeking a little below the table to see the mouse bowing down to eat near his rat mother's feet. Something felt off to Julian. While his father wasn't an angry mouse or prone to much frustration, he always came off as tired during dinner.

That tired mouse was nowhere to be found at the feet of his rat wife. A happy and energetic mouse took his place, munching away messily at the chicken before him. His mother cooed as she snapped her fingers, leading the mouse to straighten out his back as he faced her.

``I've forgotten how dirty this made you,'' she sighed with a smile as she brushed a napkin through his face fur, ``Thank goodness we don't have houseguests.''

``I apologize, Mistress,'' Walter said. Julian saw his mother's fur stand tall as his father said that, ``We should have plenty of time to practice now.''

``Oh, such a naughty boy,'' she squeezed his cheeks, ``Speaking out of turn? You must really want attention.''

Julian had enough, ``Good dinner, Mom. Bye.'' he said as he pushed himself away from the table and rushed upstairs. He ignored his mother calling for him, rushing to his bed and curling up into a ball. He'd already reached for his cock, forgetting the cage just long enough for despair to hit him, and for reality to make him question why he was about to jack off to his mother treating his father that way.

He stayed like that for an hour, hand clasped around the cage with the thought of his mother and father burned into his mind. He just wanted to cum and regret it. But the image stayed in his horny mind, only shattering when he heard someone enter.

Max entered in without a knock. She rested her hands behind her head as she strutted through his room like she owned the place. He wanted to kick her out, but Julian had a feeling it'd cause more trouble than it'd solve.

``So..mom's mad that you just ran off,'' she teased, jumping on the bed where he lay, ``She made dad clean up after you, instead of yourself.''

``It's your turn to clean them anyway...'' he mumbled.

His sister responded with a foot against his side, ``Nope. Mom said that half of my chores go to you now.''

``Half?'' he looked up.

Max shrugged, ``I know right? I said it should be all, but mom told me that she doesn't want me getting lazy. Apparently dad would be happy to clean the house after work, but mom put her foot down,'' she shifted her foot to his crotch, putting pressure on his prison, ``Kind of like this.''

``Sto-ah, ah,'' he said as the pressure built up. He stared up to his little sister, who looked back down in an excitable glare as she watched him squirm.

``You know, you were always so easy to boss around. Dad told me it's because you're polite, but mom explained it's cause you like it. Just like dad does.'' she twisted her foot against him. Julian knew he could push her off if he wanted to. Sure, his sister was strong for her age, but he had more puberty strength to rely on. He couldn't bring himself to, however, not because he was worried about how mom would react.

No. He felt his cock straining against the cage the harder Max pushed. Blush filled his cheeks under the rat's fur. He'd heard of porn like this but figured people who liked that stuff were just weird.

Turns out, so was he.

``Dad did other things with mom after you left. Something I wanna try.'' she said, unzipping her shorts and walking up to Julian. She planted her crotch down on his face before he could protest, pulling aside her panties to bring her pussy to his mouth.

``Mom called this `eating out' and she had dad do this under the table after you left. It looked fun, so I want you to do it.''

The teenage rat's protests were muffled by his sister's muff against his maw. Both hands grabbed his headfur and pulled him in, ``Lick at it, big brother. Like it's a lollipop.'' she ordered. He didn't, struggling under the weight of her body over his head. It wasn't until she put a finger over his nose that he started to lick as followed.

He gagged at his sister's taste while she moaned, her grip growing tighter the more he licked. Max didn't seem to care as she ground into him. She let go of his nose, giving him room to breathe as he continued to lick away like an ice cream cone.

Julian kept his eyes closed as he worked, letting time pass him by as his tongue grew sore. Only the intensity of Max's moans gave him any idea that he was doing well. Somewhere in the back of his mind, those moans felt like a sense of pride as his cock strained against the cage.

``Oh...oh...'' she gripped him tight as she pushed her crotch deeper into his maw, wailing softly as a warm liquid squirted over his fur. She collapsed backward, landing against his crotch as her juices stained his shirt.

He spat while raising his head. Did she cum? Was that how girls came? He kept thinking it over as he looked over to his little sister, somehow passed out on him. With a sigh, he picked her up and dropped her off back on her bed, rolling the covers over her. Max seemed so calm under them, a far cry from the hyperactive tomboy that annoyed him every day.

He brushed through her headfur affectionately. When she didn't stir, he started looking through her drawers for the key. No way he was going to let his little sister control his cock. His luck didn't help him as he checked high and low, finding nothing but her clothes, and toys, several of them being his old toys she stole over the years.

With a yawn, the rat gave up and headed back to his own room. He could find the key tomorrow, all he had to do was stomach one night of his cock locked up. Fondling the cage as he reached under his covers, he looked over to his desk to find that his computer had been returned.

``Don't think about getting on it,'' His mother said. Eyes wide, the rat got up to see his mother leaning in the doorway, arms crossed and expression dour, ``I had your father install a new password. I was going to tell you, but your little stunt in your sister's room tells me that you'll have to earn it.''

She raised her hand before he could speak, ``Don't. I found it adorable that you brought your owner to bed and tucked her in. But don't think I can't tell what you're searching for,'' she pulled out a key from the necklace between her breasts, ``Your sister forgot this on the table. I'll need to speak with her about proper care of a slave's keys in the future,'' she put it back in her bosom as he fruitlessly reached for the keys across the room, ``As for your punishment, that'll be up to her after I tell her,'' she flipped the night switch, ``Good night, slave.'' she whispered before shutting the door.

Julian stared up at the ceiling. His very first night as a slave.

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