Slowly Torm\x92s eyelids crept open and focused on the cracking paint on the ceiling, he wasn\x92t sure if he had really heard someone knocking or if that had been part of a dream which had carried over while he was waking up. He waited a minute for his visitor to either leave or knock again. Again a paw fell heavily against the outside of his door, striking three times. Grumbling Torm set aside the mostly melted tub of strawberry ice-cream he had fallen asleep clutching and threw back the covers, scattering empty beer bottles all over the floor. He staggered to his feet as the knocking came again at the door, louder than before. \x93Yeah I\x92m coming, keep your tail on,\x94 He muttered, the alcohol still muddling his brain. Torm propped himself against the wall and staggered to the door. As he stumbled along the wall Torm\x92s foot came down on the prongs of a fork. \x93Ah Fuck! Son of a mutt!\x94 Torm kicked the utensil away into the corner with the rest of the dishes, some broken some not, and limped to the door. If his door had a peep hole Torm still probably wouldn\x92t have looked through it, He wanted to open the door before whoever it was knocked again.

The light out in the hall was nearly blinding to Torm in contrast to the almost complete darkness in which he cast his room, he could barely make out the two figures standing in front of him. They invited themselves in, which considering the importance of their visit and the size of the black bear bringing up the rear Torm didn\x92t argue. Once they were inside the bear shut the door and the weasel turned on the light in the one room suite. The weasel\x92s muzzle curled in disgust as he caught sight of Torm. \x93Jesus H. Christ on an electric pogo-stick skunk, you look like shit!\x94

Torm looked down at himself, he had to agree, he was dressed in nothing more than his fur, which was spotted here and there by a blob of melted ice-cream which had dried there, and was peppered all throughout with cookie crumbs and cigarette ashes. He was holding himself up by the wall because he was too drunk to stand up straight, he chuckled inwardly at the irony of the phrase. \x93 I didn\x92t ask you,\x94 He curtly replied, followed by a drunken belch.

The bear had by now reached into the fridge and pulled out three more bottles of beer, one of which he held out to Torm, and the other to the weasel. Torm bit onto the cap and pried it off with his teeth, before spitting it across the room towards the bear, purposely missing him but coming close enough. He came a little closer than he would have liked and probably than was safe, and was granted a tolerant glower in return.

\x93All right white ass,\x94 The weasel was doing the talking for these two, the bear was just the muscle. \x93It\x92s been a month; Theresa wants her money. She wants it tonight.\x94

Torm had been worrying about this, he knew there was no way he would be able to scrounge up all the money he owed even in a couple days, let alone tonight. \x93I can\x92t get it all tonight; I can pay $200 right now, and another $150 every two weeks. I\x92ll be paid off in another month.\x94 He had already talked with the landlord here, who had agreed to cut Torm some slack on rent while he paid off the loan artist he\x92d had to put himself in debt to in order to survive. If he skipped Rent next month in order to pay them off that would only leave him $300 in debt; he could pay that in another two months. He just hoped Theresa would go for that.

\x93Not good enough, we\x92ll take the $200 and be back in two weeks for the other 3.\x94

\x93But I can\x92t get $300 in two weeks,\x94 Torm reasoned.

\x93You will. Hell, I know a few people who would pay a couple hundred to have a shot at that hot little ass of yours.\x94 He wrinkled up his muzzle. \x93If you clean yourself up that is.\x94

Torm grabbed his wallet from the bedside table, it was propping up the ice-cream he had put down before. He pulled out all the money and put one $20 bill back inside, before handing the rest to the weasel. \x93All right, two weeks, I\x92ll get Theresa\x92s money, On my own.\x94

\x93Your choice Stinky. Remember $300 in two weeks, if you don\x92t pay maybe we\x92ll go see that little filly you hang with see if she can give us the money, or in trade.\x94

\x93Leave her the hell out of this,\x94 Torm snarled.

\x93Don\x92t make us bring her into it.\x94 Then he apparently decided to change the topic, \x93I hear the finally busted somebody for what happened to your old place, who would\x92ve figured it was the captain of the football team and his girl?\x94

\x93Is there anything else, or are you just trying to piss me off now?\x94

\x93Hey take it easy chump, If that\x92s they way you\x92re gonna be we\x92ll leave. Thanks for the beer,\x94 He called as they walked out and Torm turned off the light and locked the door again.

Torm drained the rest of his beer and tossed the empty bottle casually to the side, not really caring where it landed. He\x92d been wondering about that in the weeks since they\x92d been initially taken in for questioning, what could they have against him? Just because he was gay? Maybe, but it had to be them; The fur that Deputy Morice had found was angora, there were less than a half dozen angora\x92s living in Deitrichtown, and only one that Torm had any connection to whatsoever. But just going to the same school seemed to be a pretty flimsy connection. Why him, there were some students who were openly gay, and they didn\x92t get this, why was he being targeted? Torm grabbed another cigarette from the pack which lay next to the ashtray. As he lit it he thought back, pondering when he had started smoking again. He had managed to quit shortly before he graduated from High School. But these last five weeks had been hell, and Torm was slowly ceasing to care about the future. If he didn\x92t care about the future then why not smoke, why not drink, why worry about staying in shape; he\x92d had to drop off the wrestling team to accommodate his new job. At least his job left his days open to go to school, for some reason he still cared about that, but how long before he stopped caring about anything? Well those two had ruined a perfectly good drunken sleep. As Torm continued to drink, smoke and snack the night away he watched the clock grow steadily later and more blurred. When he eventually lay down to sleep again it was 2:30, and Torm\x92s body was decorated with a couple more congealed ice-cream spots and grease from a hamburger that he hadn\x92t let cook quite long enough. Torm figured he had maybe 5 hours to sleep before he had to get up and start getting ready for class. He\x92d need that hour longer than his normal sleep cycle to sober up.

Torm threw himself onto his bed and kicked the new stash of bottles to the floor, one that hadn\x92t been quite emptied spilled onto the carpet but Torm didn\x92t really care about petty things like that. About the only thing he did care about these days was Lex, but he forgot that he cared every time he saw Lex. All he remembered was how humiliated he had felt with those wolves watching them locked together. How his life had gone totally down the sewers ever since Lex had set him up. And yet at this moment Torm realized that despite the humiliation, the loss, the pain, and the fear, he still cared for Lex; he still loved him, and nothing would ever change that.

Lex could feel thousands of eyes on him as he walked down the hall, even though there was now one else here. He was feeling those eyes everywhere he went these days, although when there were people around he would actually see them staring at his new appearance. Gone where his trademark brown slacks and instead he now wore a pair of shinny vinyl pants. And the thin mesh shirt he wore did almost nothing to hide his two newest decorations. The nipple rings with that chain between them were probably what got stared at the most, but that was just because they couldn\x92t see what he was wearing under his pants. Lex hated that infernal contraption, It was a variation on a chastity belt; complete with the classic locking mechanism. The main addition to the damn thing was that device; it was a vibrating butt plug with a twist. Throughout the day it would activate at random, with anywhere between 5 minutes and two hours between intervals of between 2 minutes and 20. So he walked around all day, never knowing when that damn toy in his ass was going to spring to life again, or with how much intensity. Lex also wasn\x92t sure if most chastity belts allowed for relieving ones bladder and bowels but this one certainly didn\x92t. As long as it was on he had to hold it, because Master Shank never carried the key on him.

As Lex strolled along his head hung low in shame and he ceased watching where he was going. He could still feel the eyes on him, he knew they were watching him from somewhere, watching, pointing, laughing at the silly little fag. So obviously a slave, he knew that, he knew that they could tell. He wasn\x92t sure how they could tell but he knew that they could. Lex hated the feeling of those eyes, maybe he could outrun them. He put his head down and started to run. The hallway flashed past the edge of his eyes as he ran, not looking where he was going, not caring where he was going; he just had to get away from those eyes. He hit something and it stopped him cold, knocking him on his tail. It gave as well, and Lex looked up at the fur he had just plowed into, it was Torm! Lex\x92s heart leapt, he hadn\x92t been this close to Torm since their night of passion in the locker room. Lex had done a lot of thinking since that night, he had decided that he had allowed himself to be manipulated by the pack in order to be with Torm. Then it occurred to Lex what he looked like, Torm would see him, Torm would know that he was somebody\x92s sex toy.

\x93Are you all right?\x94 the skunk asked, now standing again and offered Lex a paw up.

\x93Yeah, I\x92m okay. So does this mean we\x92re talking again?\x94 Lex regretted the question as soon as he said it. He had to know though, he had to know if Torm was at least willing to speak to him again. He had to know if Torm would always hate him for what he had done to him, to both of them.

\x93I guess so,\x94 Torm sighed. \x93Friends?\x94 Torm held out his paw.

\x93Friends.\x94 Lex took the paw and found it to be firmer than he would expect, he knew that his own pawshake was about as firm as one would expect from a hopeless little gay fuck toy like he had become. He wasn\x92t sure if his pawshake had originally been firmer, but he thought it had to have been, that was just one more way this was starting to wear on him. \x93Torm? I\x92m... I\x92m sorry about... You know.\x94

\x93It\x92s okay Lex.\x94 Lex could tell from the tone in Torm\x92s voice that it wasn\x92t completely okay but it never could be; Lex had betrayed Torm and that would always hang in the background, but it was better not to mention that.

Then Lex nearly gave a startled yelp as that infernal device nestled up his ass sprang to life again. Lex could hardly believe that it was going again, it had only been ten minutes since the last time and this time it seemed to be screaming on full power.

\x93Are you all right?\x94 Torm asked, apparently he had noticed Lex\x92s discomfort.

\x93Yeah, I\x92m okay,\x94 Lex lied, the worst thing about that horrible little piece of electronics was that it brought Lex so much pleasure. At least twice a day he would come in his pants from the feelings produced by the vibrations assaulting his prostate. They could humiliate him, they could use and dominate him, and as much as Lex wished it were otherwise they could please him. Lex decided he had better change the topic or Torm would keep on at it. \x93I hear they arrested somebody for what happened to your apartment.\x94

\x93Yeah, who would\x92ve figured that it would be the captain of the football team and the head cheerleader?\x94

\x93They didn\x92t do it you know.\x94 Why had he said that? Lex couldn\x92t believe what he had just done, now Torm was going to start asking questions, questions that he shouldn\x92t know the answers to.

Fortunately a voice from behind Lex saved him from having to answer those questions. \x93Lex,\x94 Shank barked sharply, but without a hint of anger. \x93Who is this?\x94

As much as Lex was relieved that he didn\x92t have to explain things to Torm he was not happy that Shank had seen them talking, he knew this would be trouble later. Shank had now walked over to where Lex and Torm were talking. \x93So who is this?\x94 he repeated.

\x93Shank,\x94 Lex was eternally grateful that he wasn\x92t required to refer to him as Master in public. \x93This is Torm, he\x92s a friend from when I was on the wrestling team.\x94

\x93Ah, Torm. I believe I\x92ve seen you around somewhere haven\x92t I?\x94

\x93Possibly, I try to keep busy.\x94 From the look on Torm\x92s muzzle he knew exactly where Shank knew him from but he said nothing. As Shank and Torm exchanged small talk Lex looked into Torm\x92s eyes, something seemed different. They seemed to have lost something, that spark, that wonder and love of life that they had that night. Lex could tell that something in Torm had broken, the question that immediately sprang to mind is could whatever it was be fixed?

Torm stared out onto the street, trying not to be distracted by what had happened earlier. He had to keep his mind on the job, he had been lucky to land it. True working evening security at a liquor store wasn\x92t exactly what Torm had envisioned for his future but it was definitely better than being out on the street. As much as he tried his mind drifted back to Lex and their conversation.

First of all Lex had certainly changed his style radically in a very short time. Strangely though he had seemed very self conscious, a reaction which didn\x92t really suit the clothes he was wearing, almost as though it wasn\x92t his choice. He certainly had acted strange, especially while they were talking, Lex had suddenly yelped and then after that he had seemed distracted for the rest of the conversation. He had done a fair job of hiding his distraction but Torm knew Lex well enough to spot it. He had, after all, spent the better part of two years watching everything Lex did and said like a lovesick teenager. Thinking back on it Torm wasn\x92t really surprised that Lex and some of the others had noticed him watching. And why had Lex seemed so nervous when that Bobcat had walked up? He had suddenly gone all meek, simply standing by, not saying anything while Shank had talked with Torm.

But the thing which bothered Torm the most was what Lex had said, \x93They didn\x92t do it you know.\x94 Lex had said it more as a statement of fact than an opinion. How could Lex be so sure that they were innocent? Something about this whole situation just didn\x92t fit. Or maybe it did fit, Lex seemed to be showing some of the tell tale signs of a submissive, he seemed meek, confused, almost lost, even in what should be familiar surroundings. Especially so around Shank, could it be that Shank was the Dom? At least that seemed to fit, with the exception of one little thing, Lex hadn\x92t seemed like a submissive before. Torm didn\x92t really have any more time to think about this as a customer walked into the store. He knew he could piece this together, he just needed time, and a steady supply of beer, at least his job afforded him the later.

Lex yelped in pain as the whip snapped hard across his back again. His muzzle seemed to resist as he forced it to work. \x93Sixteen,\x94 He counted. It was necessary that he count; he would see even more punishments when the interrogation was over if he failed to count off the lashes as his masters demanded. Unfortunately Master Drak was the one using the whip, the wolverine could put more strength behind the lashes, and he just seemed to know how to use a whip between than Master Shank. Had that really been sixteen or fifteen, by this point Lex wasn\x92t really sure. He would know when this was over, if that had only been fifteen Master Shank would be certain to inform him and punish him accordingly. Master Shank was convinced that whenever Lex miscounted he was doing it intentionally, It apparently never occurred to him that Lex\x92s mind was simply starting to be muddled by pain. If Lex skipped a number he was obviously trying to cheat his masters and avoid his punishment, all of which were fairly earned of course. If Lex hadn\x92t been in so much pain he would have laughed at the very thought. If he counted a number twice, something he had only done once, than he was eager for more punishment and Master Shank was always only too happy to indulge him in that.

Another crack, another yelp accompanied by more tears pouring down Lex\x92s muzzle. \x93Seventeen.\x94 He groaned, barely remaining upright on the very tips of his footpaws . His ankles were adorned by a pair of black leather straps with a long bar between them forcing his legs apart, almost uncomfortably so. His wrists were closed in a pair of stainless steel handcuffs, which were attached to a rope and passed through an eyebolt in the ceiling. The rope was so tight that Lex had to remain up on his toes or be left hanging by his arms. And worse than either of these was the 3 pound weight attached to the chain which connected Lex\x92s nipple rings. For the first few lashes that pain had distracted him from the pain across his back but after the fifth his back was too sore to be ignored, by the tenth he had been reduced to the blubbering mass he was now.

Another slash, this time laid across the back of his shoulders, Lex choked out the count, shaky from his tears. The tears dripped from the end of his muzzle and fell into a little pan which was placed between his feet to collect his tears. There was quite a puddle forming, Lex would guess almost a quarter cup. His eyes were red and burning from crying. As he awaited the next and second to last lash for this session Lex noticed a wet warmth in his crotch. His tears poured forth even more freely from shame as well as pain now. Master Shank had brought Lex directly into his room after they came home and removed his chastity belt. He had immediately had a rubber dildo, almost as large as Master Drak\x92s penis shoved up his ass, they were kind and allowed Lex to lubricate it with his muzzle first, and then was chained up in his current position. Lex had been trying to hold his piss since shortly after noon and because of the pain he had lost that battle. The piss trickled down his bellyfur and gathered in the pan mixing with the tears. \x93Go ahead and piss little bitch,\x94 Master Shank encouraged from where he stood to watch the expressions on Lex\x92s muzzle while Master Drak whipped him mercilessly. He laughed at Lex\x92s shame and the blushing in the tips of his ears.

Lex howled in pain as the whip snapped hard across the right cheek of his ass. For a second his knees buckled and Lex was left hanging by his arms. His howl drew out as his weight threatened to pull his arms from their sockets. That burning pain blanketed out the fresh whip mark across his ass for a moment. Then the pain in his ass pushed the pain in his shoulders to the back of his mind. The two pains wrestled and pushed for which was more urgent with his arms eventually running out. Finally Lex managed to get his footpaws back under him and his knees to stay firm. Once the pain in his shoulders subsided Lex let the howl trail off. \x93Howl all you want bitch, we rent this place for a very specific reason. Whoever had it before had this room soundproofed.\x94 Master Shank taunted. \x93Now where is the count?\x94 Lex sobbed out the number as the piss finally stopped streaming down his thighs to gather in the pan. Lex had really had to piss badly, because the pan was nearly full between piss and tears, mostly piss.

Master Dark raised the whip and lashed out the final one bringing it directly down across Lex\x92s lower back, right above his kidneys. \x93Twenty,\x94 Lex dutifully grunted through gritting teeth. Lex could hear Master Drak step back with the whip, out of striking distance thank god. \x93Thank you god,\x94 Lex mumbled. \x93Thank you, thank you, thank you.\x94 He made sure he muttered these prayers quiet enough that his Masters wouldn\x92t hear him lest they think he was thanking them for the punishment and decide to give him more. Master Shank stepped up to Lex and removed the weight and the chain it was attached to. He then showed Lex a small black box with two wires coming off of it, each capped with an alligator clip. He then attached one clip to each of Lex\x92s nipplerings. Master Shank smiled as he pressed the button on the box and Lex\x92s body shook as a tiny electrical shock entered his body through the metal rings. Lex allowed his head to slump forward in exhaustion. Master Shank grabbed the fox\x92s muzzle in his paw and lifted it to look at him. Then he took a step backwards before speaking again.

\x93Now I trust you\x92ll be more giving with the information my little bitch. Why did you go to the skunk? Do I have to remind you again what we did to his apartment?\x94

\x93No Master you do not need to remind me. I did not go looking for him, we met by accident and Torm would have...\x94 Lex was cut off as the button on the box was pressed again, and his body trembled in pain.

\x93You are not to refer to him by name in my presence.\x94 Master Shank reminded him.

\x93I\x92m sorry Master, the skunk would have suspected something wasn\x92t right if I didn\x92t talk to him. I had been trying to talk to him for a week after our fight.\x94

\x93So you didn\x92t try to find him that\x92s good. Remember, what we did to his apartment was a warning to you, not to him. We know where he lives now, we could do the same again; and this time when he is home. Would you like to see Drakenrecht get his claws on your precious little skunk?\x94 Master Shank was serious, he almost never referred to Master Drak by his full name.

Lex shook his head that he would not. \x93No Master, please, I\x92ll cooperate, just don\x92t hurt To... the skunk.\x94 The bobcat\x92s finger had drawn dangerously close to the button as Lex had spoken. When Lex stopped himself the finger moved away again.

\x93What did you tell him?\x94

\x93I told him nothing Master.\x94

Master Shank\x92s finger moved closer to the button, \x93You were talking when I arrived, what did you say to him?\x94

\x93Nothing Master, I asked him if we were friends still, and we exchanged some small talk.\x94 Lex hoped that was enough for his masters because if they even found out that Torm\x92s apartment had come up Lex knew he would be punished for it. And if they found out what Lex had told Torm they might follow through on their threats.

Master Shank looked over at Master Drak, Lex wished he could see Master Drak\x92s reaction. Finally Lex felt his arms being lowered and he was able to put his footpaws completely on the floor. The rope went totally slack and Lex fell forward onto his knees, unable to hold himself up. Lex stayed there on all paws trying to ignore and forget the searing pain which ran from the backs of his knees to his shoulders. Master Shank walked around in front of Lex carrying the pan which had lay under him while he hung for his punishment.

\x93Look at all this,\x94 he teased shoving the pan under Lex\x92s nose. The strong gamy scent filled his nostrils and made his head swim for a moment. \x93You know what to do with this don\x92t you little bitch?\x94

Lex sighed in shame and fought to keep the growl buried in his throat. \x93Yes Master Shank.\x94

Master Shank placed the pan on the ground and took a step back to watch, with a delighted grin on his muzzle. Lex grabbed the pan by the sides and started to lift it before he felt Master Drak\x92s paw around the back of his neck.

\x93What are you doing you stupid little fuck?\x94

\x93I\x92m sorry Master Drak. Please, do we have to do it this way?\x94

\x93You know what to do, now do it right!\x94

Lex put the pan back on the floor inciting Master Drak to release him. Then Lex looked up at Master Shank with pleading eyes. Master Shank just nodded at the pan. Lex reluctantly lowered his head and dipped his tongue into the foul liquid. The flavor was not something Lex enjoyed, it was far too salty and rather bitter, to say nothing of his knowledge of the liquid\x92s origin. Tears of humiliation dripped down his muzzle mixing with the piss as Lex slowly lapped it up. Only once he had drank the whole panfull and licked the pan clean was he allowed to raise his head.

As Lex knelt on the floor weeping in pain and humiliation his masters took positions at either end of him, with Master Shank behind him, already removing the dildo that was plugging that end. Lex wasn\x92t sure whether this was a good thing or not; the bobcat was a good two inches shorter and about the same difference in diameter. Master Drak\x92s size hurt like hell when he shoved it up Lex\x92s ass, even as used to having something there as Lex was, however it brought equal strain on his jaw when he was forced to take him that way. However Lex also bore marks on his back, not only from the whip, but also from Master Shank\x92s habit of raking his claws down Lex\x92s back whenever he fucked his ass. Lex almost yelped as Master Drak fiercely grabbed his ears and wrenched on them, guiding the fox\x92s muzzle to his cock. Lex opened his jaw to the point of being strained to avoid brushing Master Drak\x92s dick with his teeth, He had threatened that if that ever happened again he would have Lex\x92s teeth taken out. Master Shank had suggested removing them anyways, humans claimed that improved oral sex, but thankfully Master Drak didn\x92t want to be bothered unless it was necessary. Master Drak pulled Lex\x92s muzzle roughly around his cock, and then held it there tickling the back of his throat as Lex closed his muzzle around the thick shaft of flesh. He rubbed his tongue against the underside as Master Drak pulled on his ears forcing Lex to bring his head back, and then it was jerked forward, establishing the rhythm. Lex was forced to maintain this rhythm exactly if he wanted to avoid having his ears wrenched on again. Meanwhile Lex could smell two very distinct scents, the musky pheromones of the Wolverine who\x92s cock was tucked in his muzzle and the artificial tang of the lubricant that Master Shank was applying to his cock in preparation for breaching Lex\x92s backdoor. He was apparently finished as Lex felt a small pair of paws grab his hips firmly, and hold them steady as the feline\x92s penis was shoved up inside him. Lex had been fucked up the ass many times since he had come to be the unwilling sex toy of this strange pair, and it never failed to amaze him, how painful, and yet strangely pleasurable, the experience was. He had to wonder if it was just the way they were doing it, or maybe it was something with him, for Torm had seemed to love it so much when Lex had fucked his ass that night in the locker room. Master Shank thrust halfway inside in a single stroke, causing Lex to attempt a yelp. This earned him a very hostile glare from the wolverine who\x92s cock he had very nearly nipped. Master Shank pumped hard at Lex\x92s poor abused rear, which was still stinging from the snap it had taken from the whip. Within a few thrusts, Lex could feel Master Shank\x92s belly slapping against his backside. Suddenly Lex felt a painful tug on his ear as he lost the rhythm. Trying to forget the sensations in his ass he concentrated on keeping speed with the paws guiding his muzzle. He concentrated more on using his tongue to caress Master Drak\x92s cock as he readjusted his tempo. Lex was sorely tempted to just bite down as hard as he could, maybe even castrate the bastard, but then reason stopped him. If he did that then they would probably kill him, or worse yet, Torm. He couldn\x92t let his actions put Torm in danger, he wouldn\x92t be able to live with himself. So he dumbly accepted his fate and instead of his teeth, brought the rest of his muzzle to work on the throbbing tower of meat.

Just as Lex was getting into the rhythm again he felt ten small claws grip his back. Before he could even think of what was happening, as much as he had been expecting it the claws set off like formula one\x92s at the green. As ten little trails of fire blazed across the jumble of strips from where the whip had struck him Lex could feel Master Shank filling his bowels with cum. Lex tried to howl, but as soon as he started Master Drak shoved his cock deeper into his muzzle and cut the sound off in his throat. Lex swallowed, using his throat muscles to stroke the tip of Master Drak\x92s cock. At the same time he tried to wrap his tongue around as much of the monster as he could. He caressed Master Drak\x92s cock with the back of his throat, licking at the underside until the wolverine\x92s meat convulsed and spewed a heavy load of cream down his throat. Drak pulled out and continued to stroke himself with his paw, blasting his seed all over Lex\x92s muzzle. The thick white fluid clung tightly to his fur, as Lex closed his muzzle. \x93Open up bitch,\x94 Master Drak commanded. Lex closed his eyes as the cum covered his eyelids, and opened his mouth, allowing the huge wolverine to blast his tongue with cum. What wolverine cum lacked in pleasant taste it made up for in copious amounts. The foul tasting stuff soon filled Lex\x92s muzzle to the point where it trickled out the sides of his muzzle, running down to splatter on the floor. Finally Master Drak\x92s cock stopped flowing forth that seemingly endless supply of white cream. Without having to be instructed to do so Lex dutifully closed his muzzle and swallowed the load.

The whole time Master Drak had been coating Lex\x92s muzzle with cum, Master Shank had been remaining with his softening cock, like a plug in Lex\x92s tailhole. But the tightness of the fox\x92s rectum combined with the sight of his wolverine mate cuming all over their toy had gotten him moderately hard again. He drew himself back until only the tip was sheathed in Lex and before thrusting in again, burying himself to the hilt. He went slowly, building speed as he got harder. \x93Oh god,\x94 Master Shank mewed. \x93Such a tight little bitch. And he\x92s all ours,\x94 He chuckled. While the bobcat renewed his pace Master Drak presented Lex with his cock to lick clean. Lex laid a single long lick upon it, from the base to the tip. This halted it\x92s retreat into it\x92s sheath. Then he took the hot flesh in his muzzle again this time to lick and suck it clean, not to encourage another orgasm. However as he cleaned up all the cum that had dribbled over Master Drak\x92s paw and gotten smeared along the surface of his dick, more pre-cum was oozing from the slit and making Lex\x92s task that much more difficult. Finally he managed to get it clean and removed it from his muzzle. With one final lick across the tip Lex leaned away from it to allow Master Drak to calm down. By now Master Shank was fully hard again, and was plundering Lex\x92s tailhole vigorously. He mewed and yowled in pleasure as Lex squeezed his anal muscles, trying to bring his master off as quickly as possible so that this session could end.

Finally Master Shank grabbed Lex by the hips again and with three powerful thrusts finished himself off, spraying Lex\x92s insides with a second batch of cum. Which settled in Lex\x92s rear mixing with the last load. Master Shank pulled out, with an almost audible plop. \x93Makes me wish we had another one of these.\x94 Master Shank commented. \x93There are so many more things that we could have him do if there was another.\x94 The bobcat chuckled cruelly as her wrung his paws together. \x93Perhaps we should bring him his little skunk to play with, eh?\x94

Lex leapt up and spun around to stare Master Shank in the face. \x93No!\x94 he cried in outrage.

Before he could say another word Master Shank\x92s paw slapped him across his muzzle. \x93NO?! You dare to say no to me, slave?\x94

Before his paw could reflexively clasp the injury his arms were seized from behind by Master Drak. His paws were pulled behind his back, and seized in a single paw. \x93We had an agreement . . .\x94 He protested.

\x93I know our agreement bitch, and our agreement states that we own you. You do what we say, when we say, and don\x92t ask any questions. So if we want to bring in another slave to amuse us, you\x92re only concern should be how the two of you can serve us.\x94

Master Drak spoke now, \x93Now slave you will apologize for your outburst and you will remember your place in the future. Lex felt Master Drak\x92s free paw circle his neck, and the huge claws pressed against his jugular.

\x93Yes, Master.\x94 Lex managed through the paw, \x93I apologize for forgetting my place, and I won\x92t let it happen again.\x94

\x93Very good bitch,\x94 Master Shank praised as Master Drak released Lex\x92s throat. \x93Now you have one hour to work on your assignments from school before we prepare you for bed.\x94

A little over an hour later Lex lay on the verge of sleep his paws cuffed behind his back, with a pair of foot cuffs around his ankles and another set of cuffs connected the two chains. A ball gag filled his muzzle and a his tailhole was stuffed with the same dildo which had been crammed into him during his punishment session. The chain which was attached to the collar he now wore was also connected to the ceiling rendering him unable to move. He just lay there trying to close his eyes tightly enough to shut out the ever-present light of his room, so that he could sleep. His mind drifted back to Master Shank\x92s earlier comment about Torm, and Master Drak\x92s apparent support. They would follow through on their threat, which meant that Lex had to do something to warn Torm, but even if he could what good would it do, how could he fight both of them?

Torm took a deep breath and steadied himself, he could feel the hardness of the floor under his knees. What was about to take place was likely to be the single most degrading experience of his life. He had to struggle to keep himself from standing up and running away before his meeting arrived. His heart pounded in his throat, and the sound of it\x92s rhythm filled his ears. And then he heard the sound of paws coming down the hallway. This was it, this was the time. Torm wished he could have found some other way to get his paws on the money, anything else but this, but he had exhausted every other resource. Other loaner\x92s had refused to have anything to do with him, to avoid angering Theresa. No-one else he knew had the money.

Finally the door opened and a handsome looking skunk, dressed in a business suit walked through and shut the door. Then he turned around, and for the first time caught sight of Torm. The skunk gave a startled jump and gripped his chest in surprise.

\x93What are you doing here?\x94 He growled.

\x93Please, I need your help.\x94 Torm begged.

\x93How did you get in here?\x94

\x93I talked to one of your co-workers, and they let me in.\x94

The expression on his muzzle a simple annoyance to downright anger. \x93Get out of my office.\x94

\x93Please, father, I\x92m begging you. I need your help.\x94 Torm pleaded, with his paws clasped together.

\x93Don\x92t call me that! I have no son, now get the hell out of my office before I call the police.\x94

\x93Please, at least hear me out, If I had any where else I could turn I would, but you\x92re my last hope. Please just give me five minutes.\x94

\x93You have three.\x94 He grumbled. \x93Now act like a male damn it. Get up off your knees.\x94

\x93Yes, sir.\x94 Torm complied with his father\x92s instructions. Taking a deep breath Torm tried to steady himself, he always felt meek in his father\x92s presence. Hardly surprising when one\x92s father was as successful as his. He was a vise president of a major advertising company and of course nothing Torm ever did was good enough for daddy, and that was before he had come out. Torm gestured to the chair, \x93Should I sit down?\x94

\x93You won\x92t be here long enough.\x94 His father replied mater-of-factly. Then he glanced at his pocket watch, \x93You have 2 minutes and 45 seconds, get talking.\x94

\x93I need some money.\x94

\x93Of course, why didn\x92t I know what this was about?\x94

\x93Please hear me out. I\x92ve had to take out a loan from an artist, and now she wants her money back. If she doesn\x92t get it by tomorrow night she\x92ll send her enforcers after Astron.\x94

\x93She\x92s a good filly that one. Be a shame to see her get hurt because of your stupidity.\x94 The tone in his father\x92s voice cut Torm deeply. Just being in the room with him Torm could feel his father\x92s disappointment. \x93How much money do you need?\x94

\x93Three hundred dollars.\x94 Torm found it had to speak he was so nervous. \x93I owe her three hundred dollars.\x94

\x93All right, I can loan you the money on a couple of conditions one you will pay me back as soon as possible and secondly you give up this sickening lifestyle that you have chosen.\x94 Torm tried to read his father\x92s muzzle and gauge whether he was bluffing or not, but the older skunk remained stone faced.

Torm thought about it for a moment, it would be easy to simply tell his father that he had \x91reformed\x92 but that would mean lying to him, something Torm had always hated. He hated lies, it had been Lex\x92s lie which had dragged him into this situation in the first place. If Lex hadn\x92t pretended to love him when he hadn\x92t Torm would still be comfortably in the closet, his car would still run, he would still have his old apartment with his computer. He would still be on the wrestling team, he wouldn\x92t be a stinking drunk, and he wouldn\x92t be a smoker anymore, and most importantly his father would still love him. But somehow whenever Torm started to regret everything that would happen he would remember that night in the locker room. The sight of Lex sitting on the bench with his paws folded behind his head as he leaned casually against the wall, with a raging erection between his thighs. The beautiful taste of Lex\x92s meat, and the fulfilling sensation of Lex cuming in his ass.

\x93You now have one minute.\x94 His father reminded him. \x93Do you accept my conditions or not?\x94

Torm had to take several deep breaths storing his confidence before he made his reply. \x93No. I can accept your first condition, but not the second.\x94

\x93Do you need the money or not?\x94 His father shot back, surprised and angered by Torm\x92s decision.

\x93You say you want me to act like a male. Well a male doesn\x92t just give in and change who he is, to suit someone else. Now if you will loan me the money that is wonderful, but the money will be lent to ME. I spent damn near seven years hiding what I was, hiding who I was, from everyone, with one exception. One friend who I could trust not to hate me simply for being gay. So the question is not whether I want the money or not, the question is whether you will loan it to me or not?\x94

Torm\x92s father looked as though his head was about to pop like an egg in the microwave. He opened his muzzle to shout but no sound came out. Then he just seemed to freeze, his muzzle still hanging open, and his expression softened from one of boiling rage to bewilderment. Then he closed his muzzle and sighed in resignment, or maybe it was frustration. \x93All right. I\x92ll loan you the money, but I am still going to institute a second condition on the loan.\x94

\x93What would that be?\x94 Torm wasn\x92t sure whether he was completely out of the woods yet. His father at least was still willing to lend him the money, but he may try to use his skills as an advertiser to slip the same thing past him in different words.

\x93Call your mother sometimes, she worries about you.\x94 That sentence conveyed a lot more than the simple request. Call your mother, did that mean that at least his father was willing to acknowledge Torm as his son again, gay and everything? But then there was the other part SHE worries. Not we worry, but she worries, so even if he acknowledged him, his father didn\x92t hate him any less. And that hurt Torm deeply.

\x93Thank you father.\x94 He mumbled still trying to puzzle out where he stood in his family. His father took out his wallet and pulled out three hundred dollar bills. Torm remembered when he was growing up asking his father for money for whatever it was that he felt he couldn\x92t live without. His father would always give him the money he had asked for and then draw out an extra five or ten dollars and give him that too. Somehow it seemed strange to see his father already tucking his wallet into his inside pocket. This cemented his father\x92s opinion. He handed Torm the money, holding it by the edge so that Torm could take it without having to even touch paws. \x93Now if you don\x92t mind I have a lot of work to do.\x94

\x93All right, and thanks again, dad.\x94 Silence was his only answer, and so Torm left in search of a drink.