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Adam lay on his bunk, trying to make sense of the day. The whole thing had just been one big blur.

Just that morning he'd been standing in court, wearing his best suit. The colours perfectly complimented his well groomed, black and white husky fur. The suit had cost a lot, though on his income, such things don't really matter. In fact, the price was half the reason he liked wearing it so much. However, just looking good hadn't been enough to save him, and after the judge's hammer came down, he was immediately escorted out of the room by two armed guards.

By noon, he was standing naked in a cold, empty room as two prison workers assigned him a number and catalogued the few possessions he'd had on him at the time. One donned a pair of rubbed gloves and cold, uncaring hands searched him for smuggled items. He growled as two fingers were forced into his sheath, stretching the opening so that a light could be shined inside for inspection, and winched as seconds later, the same happened to his tailhole. When the workers deemed him clean, his prison uniform was shoved into his paws, and he was marched, naked and violated, through the corridors of the prison until he reached his cell.

Now, Adam lay in his cell, wearing his prison uniform, staring blankly at the ceiling. The uniform itself was simple, an orange shirt and shorts bearing his name and number. The simple design kept costs down, while at the same time ensuring that the prisoners had no place in which to keep items. The bright orange colour was intended to make the prisoners stand out if they ever tried to run, but the gaudy colour also served as a tool to remove individuality, and to help break the inmates' spirits.

"You've really messed things up this time", he thought to himself.

His quiet musings were suddenly interrupted by the guards banging against cell doors.

"SHOWER TIME", the guards yelled, every syllable they uttered filled with disdain for the lowlifes around them. Adam followed the guard's angry points and shoves until he arrived in a square room, covered in white tiles with draining grates littered across the floors. The walls were covered, every half meter or so, with shower heads, with another dozen mounted on a circular piece of metal hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. He sighed as for the second time that day he was forced to strip naked in the presence of other men.

He found a showerhead and began washing his soft fur, thankful at least that the water was warm. A few minutes later, another man took the shower head next to him, a tall grey furred wolf. Adam's attention was drawn to the man's sheath, as it was pierced, and the wolf wore a ring made of what seemed to be iron or steel. Quickly pulling his gaze from his neighbour's crotch before anyone noticed, he finished cleaning his fur and walked towards the other side of the room to dry himself off. It was in doing this that he noticed something curious - a handful of other guys there, perhaps one in every six or seven, had the same plain sheath piercing as the wolf. Shrugging it off, he finished drying himself, pulled on his prison uniform, and waited to be escorted back to his cell.

As the weeks passed, he eventually came to learn that the wolf, who everybody simply called "Step", was the leader of a prison gang, who used the sheath piercing to identify members. Piercings, fur shavings, and other markings were illegal inside the prison - however as sheath piercings were hidden under the uniforms, and could be removed or hidden before inspections or health exams, the wolf's gang had gotten away with this since its birth. The showers, he was told, weren't heavily monitored by the guards, which is why the bathers there sported their sheath rings in the open.

After almost two months in prison, Adam had adjusted to the routine as best he could. The indignity of being locked in a cell had long since faded, and he had resolved to just live day by day until his release. The only problem with this was an otter named Anthony. Anthony had, for reasons unknown, chosen Adam as his own personal punching bag, and seemed to like nothing more than making him suffer. He'd push the husky off the exercise machines he was using, steal the football when he was trying to play a game, and always sat opposite him at meals, stealing his food when the guards weren't looking.

One afternoon, Adam was in the exercise yard, when his legs were suddenly hit from behind. He felt his feet fall out from beneath him as he crashed to the floor, turning to face his attacker. Anthony stood over him, a stick in his paws, grinning evilly.

"The guards are being changed, so I thought I'd have some fun with my friend." He smirked.

Something inside Adam snapped; he leapt up off the floor and threw his full weight at the otter. He wrestled the stick from his hands, and threw it across the yard. Anthony recoiled in shock, and Adam took his chance to land two clean blows against his jaw, overcome with rage, and taking out two month's of frustrations out on the bullying otter. Anthony fell to the floor, and Adam kicked him as hard as he could. Adam closed his eyes, trying to regain some sense of self control. Breathing deeply, he looking down at the bloody mustelid lying beaten beneath him. The voice of rage in his head was silenced, and he was calm.

In the back of his mind came a new voice. A calm voice. A calm voice that very softly pointed out that Adam hadn't had sex in two months. A calm voice that pointed out that the guards were being changed, which meant he was able to do whatever he wanted until they returned. He grinned at the otter, sitting on his chest, facing downwards. Anthony shrieked in pain, apparently his kick had broken one of his ribs. Adam wasn't distracted though, and he pulled down the otter's prison shorts, exposing his sleek brown furred sheath and fairly large balls. Adam stuck his thumb into the sheath, grasping his fingers around the balls, digging his claws ever so slightly into the soft fur underneath them. He looked over his shoulder at the otter, who had a panicked expression on his face.

"Now then, Anthony," Adam said calmly, "I'm sure you appreciate how easily I could hurt you badly right now, and want to assure you that I'm not going to damage you further unless I have to. Do you understand?"

Anthony nodded, yelping slightly. Adam reached down, pulling his own shorts down enough to let his fully hardened, 8 inch husky manhood spring free.

"Now, you're going to help me relieve some of the tensions I've built up these last months. And if you don't..." Adam tugged slightly at the otter's sheath, "Understand?"

Adam didn't wait for a reply before pushing the head of his cock into the otter's muzzle, murring deeply as he felt sensations he hadn't felt in a long time. A crowd had started to form, some of them watching on, shocked, some of them obviously enjoying the show, and some of them cheering him on as he dealt justice to the man who had wronged them.

Anthony sucked on Adam's manhood, swallowing the pre it dripped into his unwilling muzzle, too scared to do anything else. Adam forced more of his length into his toy's maw, until the otter was almost gagging, his tongue flicking over the canine's sensitive shaft. Anthony quickly decided that the only way to get out of this was to make the husky cum as fast as possible, and began to bob his muzzle over his captor's cock, causing him to moan loudly. Noticing his reaction, Anthony quickened his pace, rubbing his tongue over his cockhead, sucking firmly on the throbbing rod. Adam closed his eyes, nearing his climax as the otter reached up to fondle the canine's white furred balls. This took Adam by surprise, pushing him over the edge as he sprayed two months of his seed into the otter's mouth. Anthony swallowed the cum as it shot into his muzzle, repulsed slightly by the salty, musky taste of the man he had tormented. He sighed in relief as he felt Adam's softening member withdraw his mouth, and the obtrusive thumb pull out from his sheath, as the husky pulled up his prison shorts and walked off as though nothing happened.

Adam didn't hear any of mention of the incident until three days later, in the shower room. He picked his usual showerhead and soaked his fur from head to toe, when he noticed Step standing next to him, the large wolf's eyes staring directly at him.

"We all saw what you did to Anthony the other day. That little runt's had it coming to him for months now." Step said, his voice dry, but far from unpleasant. "We'd like to offer you a place with us. We think you'd serve us well."

Adam looked at the wolf, soon deciding that this was a man he'd rather be on the good side of. "Sure, I'll join you."

"You've made the right choice." Step grinned as two men, both with the gang's sheath rings, took hold of him, and forced him to the floor of the shower. They held his legs open, exposing his sheath to the wolf.

"Stay still," Step demanded, "there's the simple matter of your initiation." Step pushed a finger into his sheath, which Adam noticed for the first time was rather large, even for a fur of Step's size. After a few seconds of searching, he pulled out a steel ring. Noticing the look on the husky's face, he grinned "When you've been here as long as I have, you learn to use your body to hide things in any way you can. This is to be your membership ring. It may only be a loop of steel taken from a prison mattress, but to you, it's your life from this point on."

He handed the ring to a raccoon, who removed a short, but sharp looking nail from his own sheath. Removing a small ball of rubber he kept on the end to prevent injury, he then washed both under the shower, before sitting between Adam's legs.

"This may hurt." He said, in an accent that Adam had difficulty placing. The raccoon pinched the skin at the top of the husky's sheath, stretching it upwards, before driving the nail through the sensitive flesh, and quickly threading the ring through before letting go. Adam's eyes watered, looking down at his sheath, at his piercing, and at his new identity.

As the pain quickly started to subside, he looked up at the naked wolf who was to be his leader.

"Shower up and get back to your cell. You're one of us now. If you need us, we'll be there. If we need you, you'll answer without question." Step said, breaking out into a grin, absentmindedly rubbing at his sheath where the hidden ring had stretched it "And from what I've seen, I'm definitely going to be needing you."