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Half past seven on a friday evening in October: The sun had disappeared behind the horizon long ago. The summer had been ridiculously scorching in the city and you could hear the citizens express their relief on the streets. Clint stood next to the stairs that led down to the subway-platform on Landaulette Street. He had arrived ten minutes ago and waited for his date to arrive. Landaulette Street was located in the borough of Belgrave, a Borough he had only visited three or four times during his lifetime. Belgrave was the city's place for either the rich folks, who tended to build their mansions on Prospect Hill, and the senior citizens who looked to spend their retirement in a more suburban neighborhood. The young hare chuckled to himself, thinking that the only reason for this place's existence was the fact that old and boring people needed a place to live too.

But from everything he had learnt in the last twelve months he could be sure that his date was not going to be a boring one. In fact he was hoping for a fun romp. He had put on his best underwear and the suit he had bought for his graduation from college. He had even taken a trip down to the market where he had his leather shoes polished. The brown furred hare wanted to look good this night. He leaned against the subway entrance and looked around. Landaulette Street was near the mouth of the Naister River. Clint observed the reflections of the bright lights of Rijnsburg Island and the not so bright lights of Berkenbosch on the water's surface. He took a deep breathe and noticed that the air was much fresher and less smelly here than anywhere else in the city.

Finally an old fashioned angular looking car stopped next to him. The side window opened and a familiar voice called him. "Oh, Mr. Horton! Come on in!" Clint opened the door and climbed onto the car's passenger seat. Inside the car he was greeted by the smile of F.W. Clark, the chief announcer of North-Eastern Television. Clint began an internship at their headquarters after he had finished college. He had been introduced to many different departments of the company, but he had the most fun with Mr. Clark and his team. They had to do a bit of everything besides preparing the announcements. They had to prepare graphics for the local news, for the weather forecast and they had to prepare the texts that the announcers read to the viewers. Clint's internship was over now, but on his last day at work he met Mr. Clark in the cantina who asked him to join him having lunch. During their lunch break the chubby red fox invited Clint for dinner that evening. The hare did not say no to that opportunity. He was hoping that this would open the gate to a real job at the station. Also he had another wish: On a few occasions he and the fox were almost alone at the late shift. One night Clint wanted to fix some cables to the desk in the studio with tape. He was crawling beneath the table and when he had to turn around his eyes unanticipatedly faced the fox' crotch, who must have had taken place on the table without the hare noticing. He maneuvered his head forward until the Mr. Clark noticed the hare's ears plopping up from under the table. He looked down to notice the rest of the hare's head between his legs. "Oh, you are a rather brisk one, aren't you?". The fox gave him his trademark wry grin. "Sorry, I need to fix a cable here ..." At that moment Clint the musky smell of the fox filled the hare's nostrils. Clint observed the fox' crotch which sported a big bulge now. A paw grasped the back of his head and made sure that he could not escape the fox' musky smell. He heard Mr. Clark speak from above. "You know me as a gentle fox, but I won't put on any Musk Mask. Prey like you should be able to smell its predators, that's only fair." Then the fox unzipped his pants with his free paw, showing that he was not even wearing any undergarments. The hare now faced the sight of the big fox' erect penis. For a few moments Clint considered to run away but then he gave in to his instincts and did his best to pleasure the fox with his maw and tongue. All of sudden the fox let loose of Clint's head and put his floppy ears back under the desk. Then the hare heard the fox' voice talk to the camera. Did he just suck Mr. Clark off while he was on air? Clint's boxers were very wet now and he went on to pleasure his boss, even trying to make him twitch while being on the camera. But the fox made it to the announcement almost flawlessly, only making some longer gaps between sentences. Clint got his reward right after the announcement was over. He was not able to swallow of the fox' cum, who unfortunately squirted some of it on his shirt and tie. After that he patted Clint's head. "Very well done, little hare. Luckily there's no need to change clothes." The fox zipped up his pants and stood up from the desk. "That's it for today!" They did this again whenever they had to close the station for the night. Unfortunately Clint had to change the department after two months. So it was nice to meet Mr. Clark on his final day at the station and he had the best hopes to get a job from this and if not, at least a fun night.

Inside the car the fox rested his right paw on the hare's knee. "I hope it was no hassle for you to come here?" Clint shivered. "Oh, certainly not. I'm a poor intern, you know. I'm used to travel by public transportation." The fox smiled at him - that damn smile - and started the car. As the vehicle was on the road again Clint tried to start a conversation. "Is this a RMC Compact?", he asked. "Yes, indeed. It's the first and only car I ever owned. I bought it after I finally got a permanent employment at the station." Clint nodded. "Yes, I guess I would do that too when I get a permanent job." "Ah, from what I heard you did really well in general at our company. I hope you applied for a real job with us, if not I can sneak your papers into the HR office." Clint laughed it off, but this was of course exactly what he wanted. "Why do you prefer to live in this part of town?", Clint tried to continue the small talk, "Isn't it rather boring here?" Clark looked at him. "I mean, all the action goes on in Berkenbosch and Rijnsburg. Isn't this just a place for old folks?" The fox giggled. "I have to admit, it appears to be a rather tame place." Then he stepped on the brakes of his car and took a sharp turn to the right. They were now driving up Prospect Hill. "You know what's up Prospect Hill?" - "Yes, that's were all the folks with the old money live." Clark parked his car near a little forest. "Do you see the big mansion over there?" - "Yes ..." - "That's were Don Cancio lives with his family. And do you see that forest there?" - "Well, yes?" - "Don Cancio goes for a jog there every morning. Do you remember that terrible thunderstorm? When there was so much rain that Jim-Bob from graphics organized a carpool because the subways were partly flooded?" - "Yes, but what do you want to tell me?" - "That night some members of a rival family got hold of a panther who was one of Cancio's men, stripped him naked and hanged him from a tree in this forest with the intention to shock the Don. The police did not figure out why they did this. But I went there as soon as I heard about it. It was an interesting sight. And not just that: I was able to overhear two forensics; they were pretty sure that the panther shot a huge load into the rainy night before he died. Isn't that just fascinating?" The fox giggled again before he continued to drive. "You see, while the people don't shoot each other other in the streets, it's not too boring here. But the action is more subtle." The hare was startled by what the fox had just told him, but he was not sure if he was startled in a dignified way.

Fifteen minutes later Mr. Clark parked his car in front of a big building that perched on top of Prospect Hill. After they had left the car they walked around the hilltop for a while. Clint told the fox that he had been up here once when his class went on a fieldtrip years ago. They enjoy view of the city together for a further fifteen minutes. The big fox even lay his arm around the hare's hip before he told him that they should head for dinner. The big building where Mr. Clark had parked his park housed a rather expensive restaurant named "Il patibolo". They were welcomed by the maitre, a tuxedo wearing meerkat. "Ah, Signore Clark. We missed you last month." - "I'm sorry, Gaetano. I've been very busy. But this time I brought a friend. So my bill will be twice as big this time." They shared a laugh and Gaetano led them to their table. Clint inspected the restaurant and his guests closely. The restaurant was decorated in a pseudo-renaissance style that was almost too much to bear for him. He noticed that they weren't many other guests in the restaurant. Clark ordered them two glasses of red wine and Gaetano handed them the menus before he let them alone. "I highly recommend the veal. It's the best in the whole city." - "Why is it that there are so few guests here? I mean ... it's friday." - "Oh, that's a special service to the guests who eat here ever since the restaurant opened. One friday night each month the whole restaurant is reserved only for us regulars. That's why we didn't need a reservation. You can feel really special now." The fox ordered himself the veal but the hare opted for a vegetarian menu instead. While they were eating they continued to talk. Clark asked him out about college and how it was to work at the television station. It was a very nice evening and everything went smoothly for Clint. At one point the hare dared to ask the fox two questions that had always bothered him somehow. "Why is your smile so odd?" The fox smiled at him and his boxers instantly became too tight. "So odd, yet charming? Simple reason, I once had a dental surgery that was very painful and not very successful. Since then the left side of my jaw is slightly numb. It was a very lucky accident. And what's your second question?" - "For what does the W. in your name stand for?" The fox scratched his beard and smiled again. "Well, Clinton Bartholomew Horton, I have to kill you if I tell you this, I'm afraid." They laughed and clinked their wine glasses. "It stands for Wagstaff."

After they had finished the main course Mr. Clark asked Gaetano for desserts. "And to finish my friend off we'll have Tiramisu" - "But I'm stuffed", the hare protested. "Oh, I'll bring you two digestivo on the house!", Gaetano said. "Mhh, you are alway so kind. Sonniferi?" - "Just as you wish!" The meerkat went to the restaurant's bar and prepared the after-dinner drinks for Clint and Mr. Clark.

Only a few moments later he walked back to their table presenting two small glasses filled with a brown alcoholic drink that smelled very distinct. He placed one of tables in front of the hare and one in front of the fox. "Gaetano, you really are the nicest guy in the whole city." The meerkat smiled. The fox and the hare both raised their glasses. "Cincin!", the meerkat said. Both emptied their glasses. The drink tasted like one of those typical herbal liquors, but had a very bitter aftertaste. Mr. Clark slouched in his chair and rubbed his chubby belly while chewing on a toothpick. In Clint the urge to pee arose. "Sorry, Mr. Clark. I have to go to the restroom" - "Haha, no reason to be sorry about that. If this would not be such a noble place I'd gladly join you." The hare smirked and stood from his chair. He took a few steps towards the restroom door. Out of the blue he felt very dizzy. He took two more steps, his eyelids were heavy. He felt incredibly unwell. The hare turned around to ask the fox for help. Then a curtain closed before his eyes and he fell to the ground. The last thing he felt was the soft and comfy carpet against the back of his head.

Later - he did not know how much time had passed - he woke up in a dark place.

He was laying on a blanket that had been spread over a bunk bed. The world was spinning around him, the only thing he could were some rays of light that slipped through the gap underneath the door. And the room was filled with the smell of fox. It took the hare a few seconds to realize that the odor came from his own body. He stood up and searched for the door handle. He was still dizzy, so he used the handle as a bar he could hold on to until his head became clearer. After he regained full control of his body he tried to open the door. It was not locked and he entered a brightly lit hallway, the door from which he emerged located at the end of it. He heard muffled noises from the rooms that were adjacent to the hallway. Clint took a few a steps in the hallway until he came across a full length mirror where he stopped to gaze at himself. What he did not notice before was that he was wearing a thin leather collar around his neck from which dangled an orange coloured badge. But that was not everything: His sheath was caged in a metal contraption. He was rather scared now, but the feeling of cold steel at his crotch aroused him a bit. The hare shivered when the tip of his cock rose from his sheath to touch the cage. Suddenly a black figure appeared behind him in the mirror. The figure lay its paws around the hares hips. Then he heard the warm voice of Mr. Clark. "Hello, my friend. I hope you aren't too scared." The hare turned around. Mr. Clark was wearing a full body latex suit, only his head and his balls and sheath were not covered by the squeaky black material. The fox' chest was decorated with a orange coloured leather harness. The hare gulped. "Wh ... what's this all about?" The fox smiled again. "Boy, I like you very much. So I decided to spend a very amusing night with you. That's why I brought you here." - "Is this some kind of secret gay club?" - "Yes, that's right. But with extra benefits. That's why I put the collar and the cage on you and marked your fur up with my musk. The other attendees have to know that you are mine. You can relax and feel safe." The hare's cock grew harder in its cage. "I am yours?" - "Well, at least as long as we are staying here. But now let me show you around a bit. I also have to introduce you to master Gaetano. He only knews you as a guest, and he always wants to get to know the new members." Clint was baffled. How could this little meerkat be the head of a secret sex society? The fox took his paw away from the hares hips. "Just follow me! A friend of mine has prepared something special."

They walked along the hallway until the Mr. Clark stopped and knocked at one of the doors. The door opened and they were greeted by a big polar bear that was equally dressed like Mr. Clark, the only difference being that his harness was coloured blue instead of orange. "Finally! If we had to wait any longer Jerry and me would have done this by ourselves. He's so eager ... If I had not tied his paws behind his back he would've turned the crank himself by now." The polar bear laughed in a dark voice. "Sorry, Ron. Clint needed some time to wake up again." The three of them entered a dimly lit room. Clint looked around and was shocked. In the centre of there room a young otter who was just about his age sat on what appeared to be medieval torture device. The otter's neck was held by a metal clamp that was mounted to a wooden post behind which the otter's paws were tied together. The otter gazed at the two new folks in the room and greeted them. He was visibly excited. His body was shivering and his cock was fully erect with pre dripping from its tip. The polar bear raised his voice: "Say hello to Mr. Clark and his little hare Clint who is supposed to get you off during your execution." Clint was not sure if he misheard what the polar bear had just said. "And he really is one of the best cock suckers I've ever got to know." The fox patted Clint's head. "Now, will you sit down in front of the garotte to please the otter?" Clint stared into the eyes of the other three guys. They seemed to take this seriously. Were they really going to harm the otter? Most likely it was some kind of role play. He read about folks who were into fake executions because it turned them on. Maybe these guys were into such stuff. His penis twitched in its cage. He decided that he liked the idea and went down on his knees. The hare sniffed at the otter's erect cock and licked it clean from the pre-cum before he started to please the otter with his maw.

Ron talked to Jerry now. "Jeremy. You've acted rather unruly in the last few months. You've have engaged in sexual activities with folks below your rank without asking for my permission. You've declined to assist in the execution of a fellow member last month and you did not clean master Gaetano's boots with your tongue thoroughly as he wished." "I'm so sorry, Master!" "No, you aren't. You want to be executed and that's the reason why you behaved this way. I don't know why you did not ask me for this, but I guess you want to be punished for your behaviour." Clint was listening closely to the conversation; they really took their game very serious. The otter lowered his head as far as he could with his neck being locked in the metal clamp. "Yes ...", he said. The polar bear took place behind the garotte. "And hereby I grant your wish." The otter gasped. Clint noticed that Ron slowly turned the crank that was at the garotte's back. Jerry's penis grew a bit larger in Clint's maw, gushing out a steady stream of pre-cum. The otter's body moaned loudly as his body strained. He was trying to lift up his butt while struggling for air, shoving his cock deeper into Clint's maw. Suddenly Jerry produced a loud gurgling noise and shot is load into Clint's maw who drank it eagerly. While the otter was still orgasming the garotte itself was shook by a violent movement that was promptly followed by a crackling sound. Then the otter's body went limp and sank back into its seat on the garotte. Clint himself was so aroused that he almost did not notice what had happened right now. He sucked off the rest of Jerry's semen, before he looked up again. The otter's head was resting on the metal clamp with his tongue hanging out, he was not breathing anymore. "Oh, my god. They really killed him ... they really killed him".

Clint made a move to get up but the strong paws of Mr. Clark kept him in his position. "Lick him clean first, then we can talk. And enjoy every drop. There's nothing tastier than a last load." Clint reluctantly followed the fox' order. And indeed it tasted great, in fact it was the usual taste of otter-cum, but the the fact that it was the otter's final load made it taste special. Clint was shocked by his own thoughts. The cage around his cock was way too tight now. He made sure to suck every last drop from Jerry's cock and also gave the otter's balls a gentle squeeze to milk him dry for the final time. Mr. Clark helped him back onto his legs, still holding him tight. "Before you say anything, ask yourself: 'Did I not enjoy this? Even if it makes me feel guilty?'" The hare looked at the ground and pondered about the situation. He looked at Jerry's face and noticed that he seemed to smile. His cock twitched inside its cage. Ron the polar bear stood behind the garotte with his arms crossed. "Yes ... I enjoyed it. But ..." - "No but ... Look how happy that little otter is now. That's what he wanted all the time. And you played a - sorry - vital part in it. Isn't that true?" Clark put on his cheeky smile again. "Yes. Yes it is. But why did you bring me here?" - "I knew that you would fit in here right when I met you for the first time." - "And what if I did not fit in here?" - "Then you'd be the next one to take his turn in the garotte. Now come with me, I'll show you around a little. Ron, are you coming with us?" The polar bear shrugged: "I'll catch you later. I have an otter here who's still warm and comfy."

The fox led Clint through the door and they walked through the hallway together. "Is there similar stuff happening behind every door right now?", the hare asked. "Most likely. But we can't tell without looking behind the doors. But for now I want you to see Master Gaetano."

The walked to the end of the hallway where Mr. Clark opened a door which led to a larger room. In the room there was a large comfy chair on which Gaetano was slouching. Across from the chair stood a big wooden structure that looked like the letter T. Clint immediately noticed that some figure was tied to it. He and the fox walked towards Gaetano's chair. Mr. Clark told the hare to kneel down in front of it. As Clint took place on the ground Gaetano started to talk. "Hello, Clint. That's your name isn't it?" - "Yes". "Our fox and the polar bear have already introduced you to what is going on here?" - "I would say so ..." - "And did you like it?" - "Yes ... I'm not sure." The meerkat grinned. "Don't worry, these mixed feelings are normal. Am right Mr. Clark?" The fox nodded. "When Mr. Clark's brother brought him here for the first time when we opened the new branch at this location he was devastated after he witnessed his first snuffing. Even cried a bit." Clint looked towards the chubby fox whose cheeks became hot in embarrassment under his fur. "Yes, the first time can be a bit overwhelming ...", he gently tried to silence Gaetano, but the meerkat was a sadist through and through and wanted to show Clint his superiority over the others. "But luckily the younger brother had a pacifier for the younger fox to suck on. It calmed him down rather well, less than an hour later your new owner was rimming the butthole of a lucky rabbit who was waiting for the blade of the guillotine to drop down on his neck." The fox' tail was wagging a little. "He actually came and then my brother chopped his head off. It was great." Clint pictured this in his mind; two foxes teasing and ultimately killing their prey. Somehow he envied that lucky fucker.

"And then his brother allowed him to pick one of the unowned slaves to perform his first execution. Turned out he was quite a natural talent with the noose. The deer made a nice spoogy mess on the ground while dangling. But now it's time to talk about the formalities."

The hare nodded. "You will do what your owner wants you to do. If I tell you to do something you do it. If your owner wants to execute you he is allowed to do so and if I want him to execute you he has to follow my order!" Clint said "Yes, Master Gaetano!" Clint was full of excitement. Getting executed by the paws of Mr. Clark seemed more like a goal to reach than something to be scared about. "As an owned slave you will be allowed to live your daily live. Your owner may decide that you have to be caged all the time. Your owner tells you when he wants you here. If you fail to show up you will die in a freak accident on the street. Same if you tell everyone about outside about our little venture. But the look in your face says that you'd rather love to get a decent execution here." The meerkat smiled again. "To remind you of your obligations we're a going to pluck a teeth from your maw later tonight, okay?" - "Yes, Master Gaetano!" - "Very fine, but before Mr. Clark and you go on to enjoy yourselves: Let's have a look the guy who's listening to us right now." Master Gaetano left his comfy chair and walked towards the big wooden "T" that graced the room. "You are allowed to stand up now, Clint", the fox told him.

The hare stood up but decided to stay in a safe distance to Gaetano. Some other male was tied to the "T". His heels were standing on a little board that was mounted at the lower part of the vertical beam. At first Clint was not sure of what species the crucified guy was, but Mr. Clark answered the unasked question. "Isn't that the tasmanian devil you hired as a dishwasher last month?" The fox laughed "Uh, I told you that I'd like to see him as an executie." The tasmanian devil's head rested on his right shoulder. He was breathing very heavily, every breath seemed to be very excruciating to him. His muzzle was shut with a bit of duct tape. He opened his eyes when he heard the others talking about him. He moaned a little. Clint stared at the devil's cock which was adorned with a painfully tight cock ring made out of steel, Gaetano wanted that guy to be erect at all times. "Yes, you said that. But I give everybody a chance. Unfortunately he was a very lazy worker. But I thought to myself: If we have a devil at hand, why don't we crucify him? Since yesterday morning he is bringing me some great enjoyment. I just wish he had worked as hard as he's now clinging to his life." Gaetano and Mr. Clark shared a laugh. The fox pointed down at the floor. "There's a couple of bird feathers lying on the ground for you. Pick one up and bother that devil a bit with them."

In fact there lay a few white feathers on the ground. Clint wondered if they were leftovers from a different session. He picked one of them and looked at Mr. Clark. "Master Gaetano wants you to tickle that guy." The hare was unsure if he was able to pull this off, but he was eager to see how the tasmanian devil would react. He took a deep breath and put the feather under the devil's armpit whose body twitched almost imperceptible. The hare let the feather slide down the tasmanian devil's side. Suddenly he opened his eyes and raised his head slightly. His tortured eyes seemed to stare right into Clint's soul. The tasmanian devil's pain and fear were the hare's joiy and pleasure now. For the first time in his life he had power over somebody. On the other hand he knew that if he would not follow the orders of Mr. Clark and Master Gaetano that he could easily end up on the cross too. On second thought this was not a bad prospect either. But for now he seized the moment. He tickled the poor devil by running down the feather on both sides of his torso. The tasmanian devil uttered many muffled moans and his breathing became slower and heavier every minute Clint tortured him.

"Enough, enough!", Gaetano said in his calm voice. "Drop that feather. I've been watching him suffering for quite some time now. I think it's time for him to get his reward. Your owner told me that you are quite talented with your maw and tongue. Is this true?" Clint was asking himself if they would only use him to pleasure guys who are about to die. "Yes, everybody seems to think that!" - "Very well, do your job then. Mr.Clark, please remove the board." The chubby fox set himself in motion. "Yes, Master." He stood behind Clint and gave him a lick over his headfur, then he went down on his knees behind the hare. Clint looked down and saw that the fox' paws reached for the little wooden board under the tasmanian devil's footpaws. He clenched his claws into it and pulled it out with a sudden movement. The tasmanian devil's body sank down a feet.

He would have yelled, but the duct tape tarnished his scream. Clint sat down in front of the devil's musky cock and gave it some licks. The devil breathed harder and pre gushed from the tip of his dick. The hare swiftly catched the twitching cock with his maw and gave it a good suck. The tasmanian devil's body movements where slow, but his penis was twitching in the hare's greedy maw. Clint rose up his paws to pleasure the fluffy balls of the tasmanian devil by squeezing them gently. The muffled moans of the poor guy turned on Clint even more. Then, just seconds before the tasmanian devil was about to shoot his load into the hare's maw the paws of Mr. Clark grabbed Clint's shoulders and put him back. The twitching cock slipped out of his the hare's maw, leaving a trail of pre running down Clint's face. And then the tasmanian devil's body spasmed. A loud and seemingly endless moan came out of his muzzle. it was followed by his huge and sticky final load which he squirted all over Clint's face and body. The tasmanian devil reared his body as he squeezed out the last ounce of his thick seed. Clint's caged cock was pumping now. The tasmanian devil looked into Clint's eyes again. He appeared to smile under the duct tape. Then he rest his head on his left shoulder and Clint was struck by another warm sensation in his fur. The devil was pissing at the hare as he was finally losing the last bit of control over his body. The tasmanian devil went into a limp state as the stream of musky urine dried out.

Behind them Gaetano applauded them. "Jolly good show. I'm delighted." The fox hugged Clint from behind. "You are doing great, champ!" A feeling of pride went through Clint's body. "Am I allowed to keep him, Master?", Mr. Clark asked. "Yes, you are. Now go and do what you want to do with him." The fox bowed in front of the meerkat, making squeaky noises with his rubber suit. "Thank you, master" Then he turned over to the hare. "Now come with me, you are stinking like a tasmanian devil and the only musk you are allowed to wear is my own!" The fox stuck two fingers under the collar the hare was wearing and pulled him out of the room and dragged him through the hallway until they reached a black door.

"This is your last station for tonight.". Mr. Clark opened the door. The room was small and dimly lit. The walls were covered in mirrors, except for the wall adjacent to the door - a crank was installed there. A noose was hanging from the ceiling. The fox pushed the hare gently into the room. Clint almost trapped his neck in the noose that was hanging in the room. Mr. Clark laughed. "You can't wait for it, don't you? But before you are about to go up in the air you need to kneel down on the floor." Clint obliged to the fox' wish and sat down on the ground beneath the noose. He looked at his reflection in the mirror as Mr. Clark walked into his field of view. The rubber-clad fox stood in front him with his legs spread apart. He reached for his penis which had been erected for most of the night already. Clint gazed at it and leaned his head forward to lick it, like he was used to. But Mr. Clark told him lean back. The fox moaned a little and strained his body. Then the hare felt a warm sensation running through his fur. The big fox was marking Clint with his piss. "I told you that I can't allow you to smell like any other guy than me." The musky smell of the aroused fox' urine made Clint a little bit nauseous. "Now open your maw so you can taste your owner." Clint reluctantly opened his maw and Mr. Clark bent his penis in way that he was able to fill up the hare's maw. Clint choked when he tasted the salty taste. He had swallowed a lot of cum in his young life, but never drank piss before. He did not want to disappoint his owner and swallowed it bravely. After the fox had finished his business he looked at his work. Clints fur was warm and the air was full of the fox' musk. No matter what fate his owner had planned for him, he would accept it. He was caught prey.

Mr. Clark patted the Clint's face. "That's much better, you can stand up now." Clint stood up and Mr. Clark laid the noose that was hanging from the ceiling around his neck. Clint's cock was pumping in its cage again as the fox pulled the rope tight. He deeply wished that he could touch himself now. The fox gave him his trademark smile again. "I hope you'll perform a nice jig for me." Then he turned the crank at the wall and Clint was swiftly lifted up in the air. He reached for the noose around his neck when his ability to breathe stopped, but could not do anything to loosen the rope. Then the fox laid his paws around the hare's torso from behind to keep him in position. Mr. Clark was tall enough that his cock was at the height of the hanging hare's rear. The hare gasped when he felt the fox' hard penis enter his butthole. It hurt, but the hard penis helped him to stabilize himself, which made his ordeal more bearable. The fox only used his paws when Clint was in danger to slip off of his penis. Clint struggled to keep his rear filled up with that penis while also trying to hold his breath as long as he could. Behind him the fox was breathing heavily. After a minute passed the fox lifted the hare up a bit so he could take a few breaths. Clint looked at himself in the mirror while he caught some air.

His mind became clear for a moment, his thoughts were bouncing between lust and fear. Then Mr. Clark let him down again. Not long after the fox moaned loudly and filled the hare's rear with his seed, abruptly pulling himself out to shoot a part of his load onto the hare's buttcheeks.

Now Clint was dangling freely in the air. After Mr. Clark regained the control of his body again he turned the crank again, lifting the hare up higher in the air. Clint had no chance to breathe now. He was looking at himself in the mirror again. "This is it.", he thought. He tried to conserve his oxygen for a while. But after his air ran out he began to struggle, doing a nice jig, as his owner requested. Again he tried to loosen the noose around his neck, but to no avail. He saw himself in the mirror for a final time. His arms went limp, the lust blacked out every other feeling or sensation in his body. He moaned and strained his body. Then he shot his load into the steel cage that held his penis. "Yes ...", he thought. He closed his eyes as his orgasm felt like it would never end. And as his orgasm phased slowly out, so did his mind. His vision went blurry and then the world faded to black ...

Clint's eyes were flooded with light. He blinked until his eyes got used to it. The rays of the morning sun were shining through a window. The hare was lying in a bed, covered by comfy blankets. He felt a bit dizzy. Then he remembered what had happened to him. He removed the blanket from his body to smell his fur. But there was no trace of fox musk, but the fragrance of freshly brewed coffee filled his nose. He noticed that his clothes were neatly placed on a chair that stood at the other side of the bedroom. Then Mr. Clark entered the room, carrying a tablet with a few sandwiches, a french press filled with black coffee and a cup placed on it. The fox himself was only wearing a pair of boxers. "Good morning, BunBun." He gave that smile to him. "I hope you are alright, you were rather tipsy after you had your digestivo. But don't worry, we took good care of you." He placed the tablet on the nightstand. Clint scratched his head and asked himself if he had dreamt up all that weird stuff. "I ... I'm okay. I guess ..." - "That's good to hear. I've made you some pastrami sandwiches. You need to eat more meat, boy. That bit of fox meat you have from time to time is just not enough". He smiled again. "Just enjoy your breakfast, while I head for the shower?" - "Yes, thank you." - "And after that we'll talk about how we spend the day. Our date was cut short, I'm afraid." - "Yes, yes. That sounds good." The fox left the room and the hare picked up one of the sandwiches. He took some bites from it and thought about the night. "Was it really all a dream?" In the distance he heard the sounds of a shower. "Mr. Clark is such a nice guy ... " He looked down at his crotch. There was no cage around his sheath. He laughed and took another bite. "I really seem to have a sick mind at times."

Then he noticed that a bit a of pastrami sticking in a gap between his teeth that was not there the evening before.