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Archie was already undoing the buttons on his top as he entered the house. He had just come from a particularly interesting conversation with a work colleague, involving lots of interesting possibilities. When his eyes landed on the ferret, there was a predatory glint in his eye. Had a small box in his grip, running his fingers over it as he approached the smaller male.

The diminutive slave was staring out one of the living room's large windows when Archie returned, not really doing anything productive, though the house was more or less spotless. Yntemid's ears swiveled back toward the rat, the rest of the ferret's body following shortly after. His eyes flicked over the box in Archie's hand, but he didn't ask about it right away, instead offering a dull, if polite, "Good afternoon, Master."

Archie smiled, taking the box in one paw, so that he could reach down with the other to pet over the top of the ferret's head. "Good afternoon, Stripe" he said. He opened the box up and, inside of it, was a shiny new collar. It had a nametag with 'Stripe' engraved in it and a little bell hanging from it, also. Yntemid tensed up, his ears lying flat. He did his best to keep his expression neutral, but was visibly clenching his jaw shut. "I bet it feels better to have that collar off of you," the rat said, crouching down slightly and extending a finger to run it over the ferret's neck, drawing a shiver from the little male.

"Yes," the ferret agreed, eyes moving up to Archie's face, unable to keep a frustrated glare from his expression. "It's been very...refreshing, having that thing off."

The rat pulled the collar out and set the box to one side. The new collar was a much thinner, prettier affair than the metal shock collar the ferret had worn in prison. Archie opened it up at the back. "Don't worry, Stripe," he said. "Compared to the LCON, this one will be much easier to wear. It's lighter, looser, and it doesn't fuse to your body. It won't be two days before you're so used to it, you don't even notice it's there. Now." He petted a paw down the ferret's back. "Show me that throat."

Yntemid shivered again, only now realizing that he'd dipped his muzzle down to hide his throat from view. His outward behavior hadn't changed much since the shock collar had been taken off him, aside from spending more time staring outside in thoughtful silence, but it was clear he'd begun to enjoy his time without a collar. The ferret had to take a couple deep breaths before he could make himself obey, and even then, he barely lifted his chin far enough for Archie to get his fingers underneath it.

Archie took one paw off of the collar to tilt the ferret's muzzle upwards more with his paw. The scent of the rat's maleness was stronger, and a glance toward his crotch would confirm that the rat was quite hard. "Mgh!" he said, leaning his head close. "It doesn't matter if I've just come fresh from raping some inmate. Every time I look at you, naked in my house, I get hard as a rock." He darted his mouth forward and opened his muzzle up to wrap his teeth around the ferret's throat, not biting, but grazing his teeth there. He pulled back enough to mutter while he continued to nibble, "I can only imagine how good you'll look with my collar on you."

The ferret tensed up all over again, his ears standing at attention and body going still. The alarmed reaction was more from instinct than any real fear, but his paws still went up to brace against the rat's chest, ready to push back the moment a nibble might pinch down too hard. At the same time, he was blushing, reacting to the lewd praise despite himself. "Master is...too kind." His voice was rather strained in that position. "I think I'd look better with a bracelet or...I dunno, pants or something."

Archie grinned and finally reached forward to slide that collar around the ferret's neck, sealing it shut around the back and locking it in that closed position. The rat took a moment to lean back, taking a deep breath as he enjoyed the sight of the ferret, collared.

For his part, Yntemid gulped, one paw moving up to brush his fingers over the side of the collar. He found himself reaching back, where the collar rested loosely against his spine, and shuddered, remembering his last collar's more invasive nature.

"True," Archie said. "I can't waste such a cute little body; I'll need to get you some accessories to play dress-up with. Some harem silks. A miniskirt." He brought his paw up to that ear and rubbed over it. "An eartag," he said thoughtfully, then moved the paw down to the ferret's little ass, groping it as he muttered, "A brand."

Yntemid was growing visibly embarrassed and flustered again, but he tensed all over again at the last remark, his buttock perking in the rat's paw as it flexed. "Ah! Well...maybe the collar will be enough, after all..."

The rat brought both of his paws to the ferret's generous hips and gripped them firmly, pulling up on them to yank him right off of the ground. The rat stepped forward while he did so, striding to step right up against the window, pressing the slave lewdly up against it, between the glass and himself, and Yntemid turned his head to the side, grunting. The rat didn't lift the ferret all the way up to eye level, leaving him low enough so that his face and chest were up right against the rat's crotch, which he ground forward against the smaller male. "Tell me who you belong to, Stripe!" he growled.

With the ferret's chest right against the front of the rat's pants, Archie could feel the faint hint of the little male's heartbeat, right against the bulge grinding into the ferret's fur. "I belong to you, Master," he grit out, still sounding more than a little begrudging. He squirmed in Archie's grip, his fur pressing flat at his shoulder blades and rump against the window, tail tucking down against the backs of his thighs.

Archie gripped the ferret more firmly and lifted him up all the way to in front of his face, his eyes lidded slightly as he used one paw to squeeze on that ass firmly. The other wrapped around him, to keep him close, dangling on the inside of his arm, and the ferret let out a little erf. "I'm going to tame you, slave!" Archie growled lustily, taking a step back to give himself room to spank over that ass, slapping it firmly. "And I'm gonna do it with my dick." He spanked slowly, but firmly and steadily against that rump. "I'm gonna fuck the defiance and pride right out of you. I'm gonna break you with my cock, and leave you a meek, obedient, eager little slut."

The ferret gave a surprised yelp at the first slap to his backside, though being spanked should have been no surprise at all to him by now. His ears folded back, and though his tail twitched upward each time the rodent's paw bounced off the ferret's supple rear, he glared down at Archie's feet. "You have--ah!--always been...ambitious, Master." He wriggled around between spanks, trying to maneuver the next blow to a less tenderized spot on his backside. "Apologies, but...nnf!...I just don't think that's gonna happen." His voice had a spark of the cocky tone from his days in prison, sarcasm lacing the exaggerated manners.

Archie chuckled slightly and muttered, "I saw the expression on your face last time I shot a load out into you. All you need is a nice hard cock in you, to show you your place." The rat started to carry the ferret now, moving him over toward the couch and setting down on it. He rested his back against it, spreading his legs out nice and far in front of him, then sat the smaller male down on his lap. He only kept one paw on the ferret now, resting on his head, rubbing over there, the other finally going back to taking off the rat's clothing.

Yntemid looked to the side, avoiding Archie's gaze, and shrugged a shoulder. "That was just..." He started to rub awkwardly at the side of his neck, but stopped short when his fingers touched his new collar. He shrugged again. "That doesn't mean you're taming me." Then again, the ferret was sitting rather demurely on the rat's lap while Archie undressed, where a few weeks ago he'd have been more likely to try to assault the rat or try to escape. He crossed his arms with a stubborn frown. "You don't have to be an obedient servant to enjoy sex."

The rat grinned and finished undoing his jacket, tossing it away, leaving him bare from the chest up. "Mmm, I know," he muttered, his eyes lidded almost closed. "I do so like it when they fight back and beg for me to stop as well. I tend to have wildly fluctuating tastes from day to day." He grinned, one paw going to undo his pants as well, starting to pull them down, lifting the smaller male up off of his lap slightly to slip them under him. "Still maybe I can have it both ways."

The ferret propped himself up enough for Archie to push his trousers down, though the ferret made no other move to help. When he lowered himself back down, the ferret was careful to perch on just one of the rat's thighs without touching the rodent's arousal, though his nose twitched as the scent of it was exposed to the room's open air. He glanced at Archie's face, looking uncertain and a touch nervous. "What do you mean, both ways?"

Archie grinned. "Well, beyond just plugging all your holes." He held his pants up next to him and rummaged around inside of a pocket, pulling out some lube, which he sat next to him. "Perhaps I can train you to be a good, obedient boy, that occasionally likes to give some cheek and pretend, futilely, of course, that he doesn't want it." The rat reached forward all of a sudden, to push the ferret forward, a little off of his lap. However, he kept the paw on his slave's head, and pulled it down, toward his crotch.

Yntemid grunted, landing on his side with the side of his face held down against Archie's erection, pinning the length up against the rat's belly with Archie's sack resting underneath the ferret's ear. "Hrmf. Compared to a cheeky slave who doesn't want it that occasionally pretends to be a good, obedient boy?" He lifted an eyebrow while locking eyes with Archie, only to draw his tongue from the rat's base to his tip in a long, sensual lick.

The rat grinned again as he considered that. "Both of them have their appeals," he admitted. "We'll see what happens." He let out a little groan of pleasure at the feel of that tongue on his shaft, which twitched, a bead of pre forming at the tip. "B-but for now..." He groaned, one leg moving to wrap around the smaller male and help hold him in place. "I want you to get me nice and slick, every single inch of me, every side. But... I don't want you to suck me. Tongue only." He locked his eyes with the ferret's own. "And you're not allowed to look away."

The slave blinked just as he was about to break eye contact again, head tilting to one side. He watched Archie's expression consideringly, then nodded, lowering himself back to the rat's sheath while staring up at the larger male's face. He didn't offer any more quips for the moment, simply lapping along first one side of Archie's length, then the other, making the flesh glisten with his saliva. He took his time with the task at first, but it was clear the rat staring back at him was starting to unnerve the ferret. He started licking more swiftly, tucking Archie's length down with one paw to reach its upper side with his tongue without breaking eye contact.

Archie chuckled as he noticed the smaller male's nervousness starting to build up more and more, his cock getting shinier in front of the ferret's face as it was licked over more, the occasional bead of pre slipping from the tip, and little twitches making the wetness dab onto the ferret's muzzle. "Relax," he muttered soothingly, following it up with little scratches and pets over the tiny male's head, his body language certainly also seeming to be quite relaxed at the moment. "You're doing a good job, Stripe, no need to rush, just relax."

Starting to nod agreeably, Yntemid took a deep breath and let some of the tension roll out of his shoulders, but then caught himself, realizing how responsive he was being. He narrowed his eyes, a wry snort of breath washing over the top of Archie's erection, followed by another long lick from the rat's tip back up to where the tucked-down length was rising from his sheath.

The rat watched patiently, not at all hurrying the ferret along, letting him lick back and forth at as slow or fast a pace as he wanted to, occasionally scratching and petting, giving out little words of praise. The only time the rat would ever be firm and force the ferret up against that cock was if he stopped altogether. Eventually, as all of his cock started to be covered with the ferret's saliva, he reached to the side with his spare arm to grab the bottle of lube.

Yntemid let the rat's length spring upright again to lick once more across its underside, but he couldn't stop himself from flicking his eyes toward Archie's hands. Another breath washed over the sensitive flesh, a resigned sigh, and the ferret's long tail tucked down over his backside. His eyes were back on Archie's face almost an instant after glancing away, and he paused, realizing he'd broken the rat's instructions, if only for a moment.

Archie grinned as he saw the realization come over the ferret's face. His grip on the smaller male's head tightened and he waved a finger back and forth in front of him, tutting. "Bad Stripe!" He pulled that head firmly up against his crotch, rubbing his cock up and down over the ferret's face there, on either side, working his scent, amplified by his arousal and the ferret's tongue getting his shaft slick and more worked up, into every strand of fur he could reach. Occasionally he moved his hips away for just long enough to swing them back and slap his cock against that little face.

The ferret braced his forearms over Archie's lower belly and one of his thighs, trying to push back against the rat's palm at the back of his head. His eyes winced shut each time the rodent's tip came close to poking one, and he flinched away the first time the musky shaft swung in to smack against his cheek. Eventually he stopped struggling with a quiet grunt, letting Archie move his head wherever he would. It wasn't long before the ferret's entire face was matted down with his own saliva and Archie's pre, tufts of moist fur sticking up here and there.

Archie did, eventually, seem to be satisfied that the ferret smelled enough like a rat fuck-toy and relaxed his grip on that head, letting it pull back up. Only then did he flick open the bottle of lube and bring it forward to his shaft, squeezing out the contents there over his cock, and rubbing it up and down over the length of it to make sure it was all property spread over it.

Yntemid gave his head a shake, though his fur wasn't wet enough to dry out at all that way. He looked more irritated than disgusted, wiping a paw over the side of his face, but that just left an extra clump of fur sticking out and smeared the rat's musk over his fingers as well.

Then the rat reached for the ferret, gripping him and pulling him up back toward the rat's lap, to position the little male's rear over the tip of his shaft with the two of them facing each other. The ferret didn't resist. Knowing exactly what was coming, he flicked his tail up and out of the way, spreading his legs enough to make the entry as easy as possible for himself.

Archie pulled down slowly on the smaller male, moving until the tip of his cock touched against that tailhole, keeping it resting there for just a moment before he kept on pulling down. There were several seconds of nothing, save for a slowly increasing pressure, the rat feeling that rump slowly give way under the force. Then his tip sank into that ring of muscle. The rat groaned, one of his legs bending up as he leaned his head back on the couch, his eyes closed for the moment as he started to sink his cock deeper and deeper into that tight little ferret ass.

Yntemid arched his back slightly, letting out a strained groan as his entrance began to stretch open around the rat's tip. He gave a predictable clench after the first couple inches pried their way inside of him, rear cheeks hugging around Archie's shaft until the ferret was able to relax. His insides twitched sporadically, and his own pink tip peeked from the fluff of his sheath, spreading the pale fur around it as he sank deeper over Archie's lap. He leaned back with a thin groan, paws clutching at the rat's thighs.

Slipping himself in further and further, the rat pulled back out to his tip a couple of times, before sliding right back in to where he was, just to loosen the ferret up a little more, but it wasn't too long at all before he was hilting himself fully inside of the smaller male, sheathed in that tight, warm, clenching little body. The ferret had his eyes shut as well, his lower lip tucked between his teeth, and he let out a strained squeak. Archie let out a groan and lifted his head again to watch the ferret. For a while, he just held the other there, taking the time to get used to the tightness, and let him get used to the cock in him, although it was probably something that was starting to become quite familiar. Then he slowly started to pump his hips up and down.

The slave reached one arm up over his abdomen, dragging his blunt claws through his fur until his forearm was tucked against his chest while he panted open-mouthed. He opened his eyes to look up at the rat's face, but quickly glanced aside with an embarrassed flush, his reluctant, straining pleasure written all over his matted down face.

Archie smiled, letting the ferret avert his gaze and even close his eyes if he wanted to. His paw moved to the back of the slave's head to play over it, stroking and scratching lightly. He continued to slide himself in and out, setting up a rhythm, setting the smaller male to bouncing up and down on his lap as the ferret traveled the length of his cock again and again, spreading him open constantly. The rat leaned his head forward, bringing his face very close with the ferret's, his mouth hovering right in front of the other, only barely not touching.

Swinging his tail back and forth, Yntemid tucked his knees in at the rat's hips with a brief squeeze from the ferret's bottom. More and more of Archie's thrusts drew a heated grunt or moan from the ferret, but when he opened his eyes again and found the rat's face so close to his own, his breath caught in his throat. His paws moved up to Archie's shoulders, not quite pushing the larger male away, and he let the paw on the back of his head hold him steady. The ferret met the rat's eyes, so close to his own, and looked confused for a moment, but as his own arousal grew more heated and a needy whimper escaped him, he closed his eyes again and shook his head with a thin, "Damn you," gritted through his teeth. Then he tilted his head and closed that short gap, locking lips with the rat with a desperate moan.

The rat let out a very pleased sound in his throat when his slave closed the kiss himself. Of course, the rat went ahead and rewarded the smaller male for doing so with his very best kiss. He kept his paw on the back of the ferret's head, to hold there while his tongue and mouth worked on the ferret's own. He used his hips, plunging his cock into that tight little rear in tandem with his tongue, playing over the ferret's smaller tongue in turn, teasingly slipping back and forth against it, making the other male strain to try and catch it, giving him the occasional fleeting connection, keeping it constantly moving. He seemed to be doing his very best to daze the ferret, leave him breathless.

Yntemid returned the kiss with a determined enthusiasm that was almost shocking coming from the little ferret, until it was evident that he was trying, in some small way, to dominate the rat. He held his own for a short while, the ferret's tongue dancing and curling around Archie's, moans echoing inside the rat's muzzle, but the slave was too overwhelmed by the shaft plowing up into him, unable to keep enough focus to hope to win any kind of tongue war. Soon he was responding instead of initiating, only able to react to Archie's kiss rather than deliver a strong one of his own. It wasn't long before the rat's goal was realized, and the ferret was panting breathlessly against his lips, forearms clutching of their own volition around the rat's neck while the slave's fingers grasped at his shoulder blades.

Archie couldn't help but break the etiquette and open his eyes during the kiss, just to drink in the sight of the ferret there, on his cock, panting and clutching onto him, muzzle locked with his own. His other paw started to travel up and down the ferret's body, squeezing lightly at his hips, squeezing not so lightly at his ass, playing over his ears, giving them pets and little scritches. He stroked the back of his paw over the smaller male's face, petting down over his back in a constant motion. All the while, that cock plunged back and forth, that tongue worked around that mouth. The rat's cock throbbed and jumped in that rear at the sight of the ferret, so defeated and pliable on his lap. He grunted and his thrusts just got harder and faster, the constant pounding assault on the smaller male's resistance getting worse before it was going to get better, constant pre leaking from his tip.

Keeping his eyes shut, the ferret lost himself to sensation and let no other thought cross his mind. He leaned into the rat's caresses, pushed into the other's lips, and grinded his hips down into Archie's lap every chance he got. His own shaft was full and throbbing, bouncing in the air with each of the rat's thrusts and slapping down against Archie's belly fur each time their hips connected. He was beyond any conscious rationale at this point, giving approving moans even to the firm squeezes to his bottom while his legs squeezed desperately around the rat's waist.

The rat smiled to himself, enjoying the little ferret, fucked into obedience, before he closed his eyes again. He pounded back and forth, slamming himself with as much speed and force as he could into that rear. The rat panted through his nose, hard, as he ploughed his slave's ass open again and again. Pre mixed with the lube to make the passage quite slick. He pulled his mouth back just enough to leave the two of them still touching lightly, but not kissing. "Tell me how much you want my cum in you, Stripe," he muttered.

Yntemid gasped, his eyes opening to lust-addled slivers. He regained himself, if only a little bit, but whether desperate or defiant, he couldn't do anything at first except moan. He leaned forward again, this time merely brushing his cheek over the side of Archie's face while matching the rat's thrusts with humping undulations of his own hips. He edged his face farther up still, until his nose was near the rat's ear, and though he was obviously an inch from his orgasm and desperate beyond measure, whispered a breathless, "No."

Archie was still for just a second as he considered that answer. Then he shrugged and reached forward. "Very well." He yanked the ferret off of his cock all of a sudden, his shaft throbbing on the edge of his climax. The ferret let out a startled cry, eyes going wide at the sudden feeling of emptiness. Then Archie leaned forward, using his grip on the smaller male to push the ferret down on his back on the couch, the rat leaning up onto his knees. He grabbed his cock with one paw and pointed it down toward the ferret, giving it a couple of strokes. That was all he needed to push himself over the edge, his shaft twitched and shot its cum out hard, splattering down onto the smaller male, and the rat was quite indiscriminate about where he aimed it. At the same time, he reached with his other paw and his tail to grab at the ferret's arms, stopping him from getting himself off.

The slave's tail hole winked shut, sealing tight quickly as he clenched reflexively, and he looked up just in time to catch a glob of Archie's climax directly in the eye. His head thumped down against the couch cushion, one paw reaching up toward his face while the other, as expected, tried to grasp his own needy member, but both were caught short of their targets and pinned down at his sides. He turned his head to the side, toes digging into the cushion below him as his erection drooled pre into a spot on his belly that quickly merged with another rope of Archie's semen. He writhed helplessly, trying to aim his standing shaft somewhere that it might get at least some friction, but it only bounced and swayed above his crotch, helplessly erect.

Archie kept the ferret pinned as he shot out his climax all over him, the spray of cum having barely stopped before the rat reached around with a leg under the couch to pull out his box of toys. He sat the ferret up a little, so that he could position himself behind the other male and wrap his legs around him and his arms, keeping them pinned and allowing him to free up his own arms for that box of toys, cock still dribbling a slow trickle of cum down onto the slave the entire time.

Yntemid pushed himself back almost cooperatively between the rat's legs, only to tuck his own legs forward and together up against his belly, rubbing his soft thighs around his standing erection. He must have had some idea of what the rat was up to, the way he almost frantically started grinding himself between his thighs, oblivious to the way his movements made him rock back against Archie's spent member and sack.

Opening the box and pulling out a pair of cuffs, the rat picked them up and reached for the ferret's arms so that he could slip the cuffs around his wrists and link them together with each other around the smaller male's back to hold his arms in position there. He did it quickly, so that he could then reach around to grab the small male's legs and pull them apart.

The ferret struggled as much as he was able, but was too distracted to put up much of a fight. It wasn't long before his legs, though straining hard enough to make quite a bit of work for Archie, were spread-eagle, letting the ferret's exposed member point up at the ceiling, slick and glistening with smeared pre. His thighs had kept him close to his peak, but nothing more.

The rat leaned forward slightly to keep a good grip on those legs. He only really needed to hold one to the side, so that the ferret couldn't easily squeeze them together, then he produced a spreader bar from the same box of tricks. He extended it out a bit and brought it down toward the ferret's ankles to tie it around them as well, just to hold those legs open.

Yntemid growled in frustration, but didn't stop squirming about until the spreader bar was firmly in place. Even a short one was long enough to keep his legs spread wide, and no amount of squirming could get his member to rub against his thighs. He started to curl his tail up between his spread legs, but after a glance up toward Archie's face, thought better of it, slumping back against the rat's belly. "I've never been good at begging," he murmured, breathing heavily, as if by way of apology.

The rat smirked at that. "Aww, that's okay m'boy," he muttered as he petted over the top of the ferret's head. "I'm sure we can work on that in the future." The rat's cock, which had never really lost any of its firmness or length, moved back to the ferret's rear, the rat lifting him back up to sit on his lap again. With that ass being so freshly fucked, it was much easier to slip himself up inside of the smaller male. The rat just seemed to be doing it this time to keep his cock warm, though, as he relaxed back against his couch again once he was inside of his slave.

With a groan, the ferret's member flexed and drooled out another dollop of pre. His toes curled where his feet were held up at an angle away from each other by the spreader bar, and he tried his best to wriggle around once his bottom flattened down against the rat's lap again. He didn't have the leverage to do much, though, and all his grinding earned him was a few more twitches from his shaft. He thumps his head back against the pillow of his lifted tail, pinning it to Archie's chest.

Archie was more than happy to spend his time like that, using his cock to keep the ferret in a fairly constantly aroused state, a smirk playing over his muzzle slightly. He relaxed back for the moment, taking the time to rest after his standard day of work, then his standard wild fucking. Eventually, he decided, he would get up to cook something and take the ferret with him when he did, but for now, it was time for some television shows. He put his feet up and picked up the remote, then settled in to have some relaxing time, with his pent up and cute little cockwarmer.