Forgiveness

S.M. Wolf

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Benjamin,Myles and this story are copyrighted 2017 by S.M Wolf

and may not be used without prior written permission of the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is strictly coincidental.

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"Shut up!" the gray fox screamed as he attached the final rope to his slave's right wrist and pulled it tight. "Shut up!"

The fox leaned forward and put his arms on the red squirrel's shoulders.

"Just shut up, Benjamin," the fox said in a much lower voice. "Right now, I am hurting horribly and could do anything for any reason. I honestly do not want to hurt you, but I am not really rational right now."

"Master Myles?" the squirrel asked in confusion.

Myles stood.

"Just be quiet," he said as he turned and painfully hobbled to the door. He looked back over his shoulder at his new slave standing bound between two posts. For just a moment, there was a flash of anger in his eyes. Benjamin recoiled in fear, and it was gone.

Myles stopped at the door and asked, "Do you want the lights on or off?"

"Master?"

"On or off?" Myles repeated with some ager.

After a second, he added in a calmer voice, "I know that some slaves prefer darkness when they think that they are in trouble. Others fear it.

"I am giving you a choice."

"I- I'd like to have the lights, on, Master," Benjamin replied hesitantly.

"Then I will leave them on," Myles said.

The fox closed the door to his "playroom" and collapsed onto the floor. He lay there in the fetal position for some time. Eventually, a small laugh worked its way out of his throat.

He had been so stupid!

It had begun a week ago when he had bought Benjamin. Among many things, he liked the red squirrels pelt, bushy tail and furry ears that were pointed like his. He had ordered Benjamin not to cum without his permission and then not given him release to increase his sexual frustration.

Earlier that afternoon, he had heard small grunts coming from his slave's bedroom. The door had been partially opened, and he saw Benjamin masturbating to relieve himself. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on his sexual fantasy.

Myles had quietly opened the door quietly and advanced until he was standing at the foot of the small bed.

"What are you doing?!" he had yelled.

If there had been a camera rolling, they would have easily taken the Grand Prize on Furry's Funniest Videos. Benjamin's eyes had flown open wide, and he squealed in terror. Unfortunately, for Myles, he had also kicked out his legs. His left foot had connected squarely with Myles's crotch and sent him down in a heap of fox fur. He spent a half hour gasping for breath while Benjamin cowered on the bed above.

Myles was still out of it, but he sensed Benjamin's growing fear. He had dragged the squirrel across the hallway and bound him so that he could not hurt himself or run away. The last thing Myles wanted was to have to report Benjamin to the authorities because of his stupidity!

After several minutes, Myles managed to pull himself up to a sitting position. He looked at the door to the playroom and sighed. Benjamin was likely going crazy inside, but Myles had to tend to his injuries before he could deal with his slave.

With great difficulty, he rose and went to his bathroom. He had to walk doubled over. Once inside, he removed his clothes. He yelped as he pulled off his underwear. Holding it up to the light, he could see five small holes surrounded by bloodstains. Benjamin's sharp claws were designed to dig into bark for climbing. Myles's clothes had never stood a chance.

Myles tossed the underwear into the garbage and rummaged around until he found antibiotic cream. He grimaced as he washed his scrotum and applied the cream. He made a mental note not to wear a cup next time that he surprised Benjamin when he was playing with himself.

The fox downed a couple of aspirin to help ease the pain. Done in the bathroom, he headed for the kitchen. He wrapped a large amount of ice in a towel. He sat down on one of the kitchen chairs. Reluctantly, he pressed the ice against his testicles. He hissed at the cold.

Myles remained in the kitchen for a half hour. The cold worked its way into his balls and quieted the pain. He was surprised to not see his balls had turned blue under his thin white fur when he finally removed the ice. At least he was able to stand and mover relatively normally, albeit slowly. He pulled himself together and walked back to the playroom.

When he opened the door, he saw his naked squirrel salve standing there with arms and legs wide open.

"Please kill me quickly, Master," Benjamin whimpered in terror.

Myles crossed the short distance to his slave. He grabbed the squirrel behind the head with his right paw and pulled his face forward to meet his muzzle. Benjamin's eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as his master started French kissing him.

Several minutes later, Myles broke his kiss long enough to say, "I'm not going to kill you."

Myles started kissing Benjamin again. His long tongue worked its way around the squirrel's muzzle for several more minutes. The red squirrel's squeals of surprise were muffled by the caress of his Master's lips.

"I'm not even going to punish you," Myles said when he took a short breather before taking Benjamin's head in both paws and pressing his lips against his slave's muzzle even harder.

Only when he felt Benjamin begin to cry did Myles stop.

"Hey, Benjamin," Myles said, "I said that I'm not going to punish you."

Benjamin looked into his Master's eyes. Tears were flowing down his cheeks and turning his facial fur damp. He asked in disbelief, "You're not?"

"No, I am not," Myles confirmed.

Still crying, Benjamin swallowed loudly. He said tentatively, "Most Masters would find some way to horribly kill me for kicking them in the balls."

"Be glad that I am not 'most Masters' then," Myles said with a small grin.

Benjamin looked away.

"Are you going to torture me?" he asked.

Myles sighed.

"I hate to say it, but I thought about it," he replied.

Myles reached down and cupped one of the red squirrels testicles in his left paw. The other two main reasons that Myles had bought Benjamin were his balls. Even for a squirrel, they were prodigious. Each was the size of a large cantaloupe. They hung invitingly beneath his sheath. Myles had wanted to see just how much sperm he could get from these nuts when first he milked his slave. Things had certainly gone wrong on that account!

"There are all sorts of terrible things I could do to you, and as I lay there in pain, for just a moment, I thought about ball busting you," Myles confessed.

Benjamin whimpered in distress. He was perfectly positioned with his stones hanging free between his thighs for a kick to his testes. There were also plenty of clamps and other things in the house that could be used to crush his gonads.

Myles looked into Benjamin's eyes again and said, "But then I saw your face and how terrified you were, and I knew that I could never do it."

"You... You couldn't hurt me, Master>" Benjamin said in disbelief.

"No, I could not," Myles replied. "I knew exactly how much it could hurt if I hit you in the nuts. I could only guess how much more it would hurt if I had actually crushed one of your testicles.

"So I decided as I lay there that you were not going to be punished.

"That being said, I was I so much pain that I could have blown up at any second and done something else stupid today," Myles added with a laugh.

Myles gave his slave a quick peck on the lips. Benjamin was s stunned that he barely responded.

"So I brought you here and left you unable to run or hurt yourself while I got my shit together."

Myles undid the ropes holding Benjamin in place. The squirrel stood trembling. It was clear that he was uncertain what to do.

Myles gave the red squirrel another peck on the cheek and ordered him, "Go to the bathroom and then join me in bed."

Benjamin scurried from the playroom. Myles followed at a much slower pace.

When Benjamin entered his master's bedroom, he found him lying on his side watching the door.

"Come lay with me, Benjamin," Myles said,

Very slowly, Benjamin crawled into the bed.

"Spoon with me, BENJAMIN," Myles told his slave.

Reluctantly, Benjamin pressed his back against his Master's belly.

"Careful!" Myles cautioned. "I'm still very tender."

Benjamin pulled away in fear. Myles grabbed him with his left arm and pulled him back against his chest.

"Just in the balls," he told Benjamin. "Don't press your hips against me, and watch the tail."

Benjamin flicked his tail out of the way.

Myles nuzzled the back of Benjamin's neck as the squirrel lay stiffly in the bed. He stroked the squirrel's body and softly talked to him until Benjamin finally started to relax. Suddenly, Benjamin broke out weeping as the enormity of what had happened and the fact that he was not going to pay for it hit him. Myles turned him over and held him for many minutes as his slave cried.

"Master?" Benjamin said. His voice was muffled by Myles's thick chest fur.

"Yes, Benjamin?"

"Why aren't you going to punish me?"

"It is something called forgiveness," Myles explained. "If I want you as my companion, I have to accept that sometimes bad things happen for no good reason and just let them go."

"I'll try to be a good sex slave, Master," Benjamin said.

Myles gently pushed back the squirrel until he could see his round face.

"Not sex slave, Benjamin. Companion," Myles said firmly.

"'Companion', Master?"

"Companion," Myles said firmly. He leaned forward and kissed Benjamin.

"I might want that nice tush of yours, and I am going to be playing with those nuts of yours a lot, but I also want your friendship and your company.

"In short, your companionship."

Myles held Benjamin tightly while the red squirrel digested his words.

"So you want to fuck me, Master?" Benjamin asked.

Myles laughed and replied, "Always!

"But someone kicked me in the balls and put me out of action."

Benjamin's shrill squeak just caused Myles to laugh harder.

Eventually Benjamin managed to laugh a but too.

"You are never going to let me live this down, are you, Master?" he asked.

"Nope!" Myles replied enthusiastically. "I am going to remind you of it every day."

Myles looked deep into Benjamin's eyes and added, "For the rest of your life."

Myles grinned broadly at Benjamin's squeal.