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Jericho awoke to the sun shining brightly in his face. The blackout curtains in his master's luxurious bedroom billowed with the salty breeze of the ocean, allowing the sun's light to flash the tod every so often. Jericho sat up in the king-size bed, still groggy from his deep sleep, as he tried to remember the previous day.

The little fennec was willingly sold into slavery to solve his family's financial problems and ended up as a piece in Lord Rowan's collection of beautiful things. The homosexual jackal had a knack for collecting and refurbishing objects of worth and found the twink fox to be appealing. Granted, he was a glorified sex slave, but as a talentless, useless sack of fluffy meat, he could have easily been worse off.

Jericho struggled to specifically remember the previous night before he fell asleep. His sore anus reminded him of the ruthless sex his master subjected him to, though he must have been cleaned up while he was unconscious. The sex lasted a good hour or two and he must've came multiple times, but his memory was hazy, especially after his first orgasm.

Then it hit him. As he stretched, he felt a stinging pang in his neck. The golden collar around his neck was wide enough to completely cover the area and prevent the tod from examining himself, but the pain reminded him of an important detail; Rowan bit him.

The athletic jackal was a vampire, though he was quite casual about it. No one but those who worked in his estate knows and all were bound to secrecy, but his nonchalant demeanor about the subject made it difficult for one to remember that fact unless it was specifically brought up. And he bit Jericho.

The curtains billowed again and the sun bathed the tod in its warmth, but with the realization of what befell him, Jericho was frightened. With a yip, he hopped to the other side of the bed. He knew little of the supernatural, but he did know that vampires burned in the sunlight. He was completely nude, save for the gold cuffs around his wrists and ankles and the collar around his neck, which made him completely exposed to the elements.

In a panic, the fennec examined himself. After a minute of frantic searching, he didn't find any damage or irregularities on his body. In fact, he felt completely normal, except for the pain on his neck and backside. Maybe I'm not like him? he thought. He sighed in relief, but when he went to close his mouth, he did feel a bit odd. He searched his maw with his tongue and when he found the issue, his heart sank.

His canine teeth were longer than before and were quite sharp. He brushed one of their tips and accidentally nicked his tongue, and as the drop of blood ran across the muscle, he found that the metallic liquid tasted good. Jericho whimpered, unsure of what happened to him. The sun didn't burn him, yet he liked the taste of blood? He didn't get the chance to contemplate his conundrum however; the door to the room opened and his master stepped inside.

"Do you always make so much noise when you wake up? If so, I'll have to board you in another room," Rowan said with a smarmy grin. Jericho was baffled by the jackal's presence. For some reason, it was like he had an unseeable aura that attracted the fox to him. Every facial feature was enhanced, every muscle more noticeable. The tod's heart fluttered as he stared at the canine.

"M-master, what happened to me?" Jericho asked with some difficulty. Rowan sighed and sat on the bed, motioning for the fox to sit next to him. Jericho was both compelled to join his master and reluctant to allow himself within reach of him. Rowan cleared his throat, stirring the fox. Jericho decided to obey and he sat next to the larger creature. Rowan wrapped his arm around his slave and lightly ran his hand along the boy's nude flank.

"Let me precede this by saying that it was not my intention of turning you so soon and that it was more of a 'spur of the moment' decision. After many months of being too busy for sex and having someone of pure blood beneath me enticed me to act on my baser instincts. Animal blood can only quell one's thirst for so long."

"Yes, I've bitten you and yes, I passed along some of my power onto you, namely my longevity. As long as I live, you will not age. You can still die of external causes and disease, mind you, so act as if you were still mortal. Other than that, you are still 'normal.'"

"Because you only have a part of my power, you are not a vampire, but a thrall, a servant, a blood bank. I will feed on you to satiate my needs and you will not lose your youth. Additionally, because of this, you do not share my weakness. You won't burn in sunlight, you won't be compelled to drink blood nor require to, et cetera, et cetera."

Jericho was only half-listening to his master; his sudden infatuation and being caressed by his paw had the tod in a happy daze. Rowan noticed his slave was zoned out, but he didn't feel the need to punish him for it. It was because he bit him during an orgasm that he was like this. Love, or in this case, lust compels loyalty far better than fear or subjugation, but it did have some side effects. Rowan knew it'd wear off eventually and he had all the time in the world to wait.

While Jericho was under his spell, Rowan decided to make the most of it. He unbuttoned his pants and revealed his stiffening dick to the boy. "Breakfast will be done soon, but why not enjoy an appetizer, hmm?" he said with a toothy grin. Jericho blushed and said nothing, letting his actions answer for him. He hopped off the bed and knelt before his master. In one quick motion, he engulfed the jackal's canid meat and started to eagerly suck him off.

Unlike the previous day where Jericho nervously gave his first blowjob, he was eager and confident in his abilities. The taste of his master's cock was divine and his musk sent shivers down his spine. Using his tongue to its fullest ability, he bobbed and suckled his dick, leaving no spot dry and unloved. Rowan was surprised by his slave's enthusiasm and absentmindedly let out a moan, but the sound only spurred the twink to work harder.

Rowan loved the feeling of the fennec's mouth and his new fangs did nothing to ruin the feeling. In fact, they seemed to help the fox align his member with his snout. He placed his hand on the back of the tod's head, not to control him but to caress him. He loved the boy's short, soft sandy fur and he found it cute when he twitched his ears when a finger brushed against them. Jericho whined with pleasure; pleasing the man who owned him both physically and supernaturally made him extremely happy.

The oral sex lasted a good ten minutes before Rowan could no longer hold himself back. He gripped the fox's skull and pulled him in, pushing his dick to the back of his throat. With a groan, he released his seed and flooded the boy's neck with thick ropes of his virile fluids. Jericho dutifully tried to swallow every drop but the rush of the sticky liquid was too much for his small body. The semen he couldn't get down his esophagus washed back into his mouth and dribbled down his chin.

With the last dregs of his cum leaving his cock, Rowan pulled out of the tod's mouth and smirked at his messy face. Jericho smiled impishly and went about cleaning his face with limited success. The jackal chuckled and patted his head. "Go and get yourself properly washed. I'll send for you when breakfast is ready."

Jericho spent the next half hour washing himself and enjoyed a nice breakfast with his master after. Rowan was surprised at how fast the tod was learning proper table manners and praised him for it. Once the table was cleared by Missus Ida, Rowan's personal servant, the jackal led Jericho to the lobby of the manor.

"We're going to the market today for some supplies. I'd normally send a servant to do so, but it's a nice day and I want to get out of this stuffy house." He procured a gold chain about an inch thick and fastened it to Jericho's collar. A sudden realization hit Jericho.

"Um, Master?" he asked with a worried tone. Rowan turn to him.

"Yes?"

"Shouldn't I be wearing something if we're going out in public?"

"You are, see?" Rowan bent down and tapped his collar.

"I mean, like, you know, clothes?"

Rowan gave him a quizzical look. "When you see a man walk his dog down the street, do you expect the dog to be wearing clothing?" Jericho averted his gaze and blushed a deep red. Rowan chuckled and patted his head. "Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Public nudity is a common method for breaking slaves, so you won't be heckled in the streets for it."

"Yes, Master." Clipping the gold leash to his belt, Rowan walked his slave out of the manor and into the nearby market. The sun blazed in the sky and the heat radiating from the sands was visible, but as creatures born of the desert, the two found the weather pleasant. As the light pleasantly warmed Jericho, a thought shot through his head. "Master?"

"And the questions never cease," Rowan said with an amused tone. "Yes, Pet?"

"Why doesn't the sun hurt you?" the tod asked, genuinely curious. It was a weakness that he specifically stated. The jackal laughed.

"When you've lived as long as me, you figure out little tricks to keep yourself alive. I will admit it took me a couple centuries to be able to walk in daylight, but it is not something you need to concern yourself with."

The streets were filled with dozens, if not, hundreds of wealthy people going about their business. Salesmen advertised their wares, auctioneers sold various objects to rowdy crowds, and more. As the duo made their way into the district, several patrons' quizzical eyes wandered toward the nude fox, but when they saw the glint of his cuffs and collar, their curiosity was satiated and turned back to their own business.

After a while, Jericho eventually got used to his nudity. Suddenly remembering his lessons from the previous day, he assumed the "proper" body posture his master taught him: hands held behind his back, back slightly arched, head up, and shoulders relaxed. It gave him a more dignified pose while also showing off his body to onlookers. Rowan smiled and said, "I was wondering if you'd remember. You are a piece of my collection and when I take you out, I want to show you off."

Despite the circumstances, the day was relatively uneventful. Rowan made his way through the stalls and shops and acquired the items he needed. He also perused some of the pawn shops, including the seedier ones, for anything of interest, but nothing grabbed his attention. Jericho saw a clear glass bauble that caught his eye in one of the shops, but knowing his place, he didn't mention it to his master.

The sun was low in the sky when the duo returned home. As soon as the front door closed, Jericho let out a sigh of relief. His first day of being paraded around town without a single piece of clothing frayed his nerves. Rowan chuckled and ruffled Jericho's cute tuft of hair. "You were a very good boy today, and for being so well-behaved," Rowan pulled the glass bauble that Jericho was interested in, "a reward is in order."

"M-master, really? You got me it? How did you know?" Jericho asked, taking the fragile object into his hands. Rowan smiled.

"As my thrall, I'm aware of your general emotions and thoughts. All I had to do was look where you were facing and find what had my pet so preoccupied." Jericho blushed and averted his eyes. "I'll have a corner of my study prepared for your use. As long as you remain obedient, you may find yourself with a collection of your own."

The two eventually settled in their usual routine of Rowan working on his lordly duties while Jericho knelt on a nearby cushion, ready for any of the jackal's orders. Unlike the day before where boredom and exhaustion made it difficult for the fox to remain idle, the hours he sat at the ready seemed to pass unnaturally quickly. He thought about the phenomenon for a moment but figured it was an unnecessary question to ask. Anything that helped with the worst aspects of slavery was appreciated.

By the time Rowan declared it was bedtime, Jericho was eager for sleep. However, before then, he'd have to perform his final duty of the day. When the two stepped into Rowan's bedroom, the silk towel that they used the night before was laid out on the bed, clean and ready for use. Jericho's ears flattened; he knew that he'd get used to it eventually, but he was not keen on experiencing another night of rough sex.

Rowan noticed his hesitation and patted him on the back. "Don't worry. My pent-up needs were satiated last night, so I won't be as rough. Go. Lay on your back this time." He watched as the tod climbed onto the bed and laid down on the towel, his head resting on the pillows. Seeing his pet ready for action had the jackal's dick already erect. He stripped off his clothing and threw them into the corner. Grabbing his oil from the nightstand, he got up onto the bed and nestled himself between his pet's legs.

Jericho's face was a deep red as he laid in such an exposed and submissive position. His tail flitted back and forth in anticipation as he watched his master coat his member in the slick fluid. Wiping his hand off on the towel, Rowan lightly grabbed the fox's genitals and massaged them with his thumb. The chastity ring that Jericho wore under his sheath prevented him from becoming erect, but the feeling of someone else handling him was quite pleasurable.

Rowan touched his ringed finger to Jericho's sheath and the twink felt the ring around his penis loosen up. Almost immediately, the soft meat stiffened and his bubblegum-pink meat was exposed to the elements. Jericho splayed his ears; not wearing pants was one thing but having such a private part of his body exposed unnerved him. Rowan rubbed his thumb along the underside of the tod's dick, causing the boy to coo and moan.

"Now don't get used to this," Rowan said with a caring smile. "I'm just curious." He backed himself away from the tod and bent over. Before Jericho realized it, his penis was inside of Rowan's maw. The fox let out a gasp and dug his fingers into the bedsheets as Rowan started sucking and bobbing. Unlike Jericho, the jackal knew what he was doing. His experienced tongue slid along the right areas and his lips caressed his penis without his teeth touching his skin.

Jericho resisted the urge to place his hands on Rowan's head; his master would not be enthused by the dominant gesture. However, he couldn't stop himself from moving his hips in rhythm to Rowan's work. Before long, Jericho's loins burned with the need for release. Meanwhile, Rowan's penis twitched with need. Having a mental link with his thrall didn't allow him to actually feel what Jericho felt, but he could sense the pleasure radiating through his body as if it were his own. Pre dripped from the jackal's dick as he continued to suck his slave off.

"M-master, I'm clo-" Jericho starred, but Rowan shushed him with a finger. A few more seconds later, Jericho let out a whine as he ejaculated into his master's mouth, shooting his seed down the jackal's throat. The jackal drank his semen without surprise or hesitation and by the time Jericho entered his afterglow, Rowan left his dick with a spit-shine. Amidst his heavy breaths, the fox thanked his master, who then chuckled and rubbed his thigh.

Without a word, Rowan slid back in between the boy's legs and slowly pushed his dick into his awaiting hole. Jericho first let out a small yip as his sore anus gave him a few pangs of pain, but then he let out a long moan as the pleasure of his master's penis sliding further inside of him overrode it. Rowan hilted himself inside of his slave and after politely giving him a moment to adjust, he started to fuck the fox.

His bucks were slow and measured as he took in the feeling of the boy's velvet insides. He would slide his dick out of him until the tip remained before pushing his way back against the muscles that naturally tried to reject him. With every pump, the tod would let out small noises of pleasure which were music to Rowan's ears. The jackal sped the sex up to a moderate pace, one that gave both males the most enjoyment without hurting Jericho.

While the sex continued, Jericho's penis was stiff and laid uselessly against his groin. He reached up to grab it, but stopped and looked at Rowan. "May I, Master?" Rowan smiled and nodded, and with his consent, Jericho began jerking himself off. The saliva from the earlier blowjob kept his dick slick for his handling. Jericho soon felt the need to cum again and Rowan was reaching that point as well. Jericho's masturbation became frantic as he neared his release.

With a more enthusiastic whine, Jericho shot his second wad of the night, his seed coating is belly and hand. His orgasm wasn't as virile as his previous but the intensity of it was multiplied by how full his anus was. A shiver ran down Rowan's spine as he shared in the boy's experience. He felt every pulse of his penis, every rise of his testicles, and the combined sensations of Jericho's orgasm and the clenching of his anus with every spurt sent him over the edge.

Rowan came into the fox, filling his belly with his semen. He howled as the sensations overwhelmed him and his dick threatened to burst from the pressure. Jericho thought he felt his belly bloat from the fluids injected into him. After what seemed like an eternity, the last few drops of his seed left the jackal's dick. The two males stared as each other as they caught their breaths, both of their faces betraying their exhaustion.

One last need was left for Rowan to take care of. He arched his body over Jericho and tapped his collar with his ring. The collar assumed its original oversized radius and he slid it off of the twink's neck. Knowing full well where this was going, Jericho turned his head and exposed his neck to his master. Rowan chuckled and leaned down further, his snout brushing up against his skin.

"Goodnight, Pet," Rowan said in a loving tone.

"Goodnight, Master," Jericho replied. A stinging pain erupted from his neck and his vision soon became blurry. The last thing he saw before slipping into unconsciousness was Rowan straightening himself and planting a bloody kiss on his forehead.