Broken
Broken
An erotic furry story by Revasser Fox.
Contains Non-Consensual sex between males. If you don't like, don't read. Pretty simple, huh? ^.^
Don't view unless over 18 (or whatever the legal age is where you are) and it is legal for you to view pornographic material. Not that I expect anyone to abide by that.
This is copyright to ME! Revasser Fox! That's right! ME!
Aaaanyway, onto the story!
Corak was pissed off. He knew this merchant was trying to cheat him. If this were any other merchant he'd just kill the sniveling worm for cheating him and take what he wanted. However, this was not just any merchant. This was the cheetah, Dilo Jetz, the richest merchant in these parts. Not even this fact would normally have deterred Corak from slaughtering the merchant and his entourage. What deterred him was the fact that Jetz's retinue was made up of five large and well armed lion barbarians, obviously from the tribes in the highlands. While Corak was a large and powerful warrior in his own right, not even he could hope to be victorious against these brutes. Dilo smiled smugly and gestured toward his goods with a spotted paw, "Well, my good wolf, have you made a decision yet?"
Corak snarled and spat on the ground beside him in distaste, "Be patient, worm."
This immediately drew a reaction from Dilo's bodyguards, and one of the lions stepped forward growling at the armoured lupine. Dilo gestured for the lion to step back, "It's alright. Let the wolf have as much time as he needs."
Keyra kept his head down and eyes focused on the ground as the wolf approached, his armour clinking as he moved. He could smell the fear of the other slaves mixing with his own in the air around them, all hoping the wolf would not pick them. Jetz may be a slave trader, but he treated them well. Better than this wolf would likely treat them, in any case. Keyra was a fox, generally not a slave species, but he had strayed too far from his family's land and had been captured by a slaver and subsequently sold on to Jetz. Beside him were slaves of all sorts, raccoons, felines of the smaller varieties, even a jackal who been taken by a slaver during the confusion of an attack by the tiger legions on her homeland. The large wolf strode back and forth in front of the slave line, stopping and studying each of them in turn. After he had done this he walked back along the line and stopped in front of Keyra. The fox gulped and stared at the wolf's legs as he silently hoped the lupine would keep walking. This did not happen however, and the wolf looked down at him and said gruffly, "Stand, fox. I wish to view you properly."
Keyra reluctantly stood, keeping his head bowed, not making eye contact with the wolf, who stood at least a foot and a half taller than him. The large lupine looked over Keyra's near naked body, the only piece of clothing being a blue silk loincloth provided by Jetz. The wolf placed a paw under Keyra's chin and lifted his head, "Look at me, fox."
Keyra raised his eyes and looked at the face of the wolf in front of him. It was scarred in places, with one quite deep scar running down the right side of his face, over his eye, although the eye did not seem damaged in any way. The wolf smiled at him, "Yes... You will do nicely."
Dilo Jetz clapped his paws together cheerily, "Ahh, you have reached a decision?"
"I have. I will take the fox." The wolf answered.
Jetz smiled with obviously faked warmth, "An excellent choice. He will be two thousand brel'a."
The armoured wolf growled at the smug cheetah, "Two thousand?! He's not worth half that!"
Jetz chuckled self-assuredly, "You should be glad I'm letting him go that cheaply! A better slave you will not find anywhere!"
The wolf huffed irritably, "Fine! I'll pay. But you had better not have touched this one, because I will know if you have."
Keyra didn't quite understand what the wolf meant, of course Jetz had touched him, he was the cheetah's slave after all and some contact was inevitable.
Dilo Jetz kept his faked smile as he replied, "Of course I haven't. I'm a civilized trader, not some barbaric slaver."
The wolf shook his head and unhooked a pouch from a hook on his belt and tossed it to Jetz, "There's two thousand in there. Remember, Jetz, if you've cheated me, I'll be back and it won't be for trade."
Jetz caught the pouch and scoffed, "Take your property and go, Corak. I cheat nobody. Don't you have brawls to fight or something?"
"Corak... so he does have a name." Keyra thought, as he was roughly unchained from the slave line by the wolf.
Corak took the fox by the wrist and led him a few feet from the other slaves before wrapping and securing a leather collar around his neck, and attaching one end of a moderately long leash to the collar while holding the other end tightly in his paw. Dilo Jetz waved to the two, "Tata!"
Corak roughly tugged at the leash, testing it to make sure it was secure. Keyra staggered forward and fell into a fast walk as his new master started off across the flat, grassy terrain, in the opposite direction to Jetz's encampment. After few hours of walking, Keyra was beginning to tire and he stumbled and fell. Corak stopped and turned, "Get up, fox. We're almost to the forest. Once we reach it, we will rest until sunrise tomorrow."
Keyra stood up slowly and nodded. Corak returned the nod, "Good."
After about an hour of walking, Corak came to a halt just in front of the forest he had mentioned. Keyra had been able to see it as they approached, but it was not as thick up close as it had appeared in the distance. Corak took the leash and added another, longer leather part to it in a complicated knot, then tied it around a nearby tree in an equally complicated knot. He took a few steps back and regarded the fox, "Do not try to tamper with that or escape at all. I will not allow you to get away, you are mine now. Do you understand?"
Keyra looked at the knot, then back at Corak and nodded quickly. Corak smiled, though not warmly, "Good. From now on you will do what I tell you. You will address me as 'Master'. If you disobey me, you will be punished. If you try to escape, you will be punished. Do you understand?"
Keyra nodded.
"Good. Now... what is your name, and how old are you?"
Keyra hesitated for a moment, looking at the ground. He then looked back at Corak and spoke; "My name is Keyra. I am sixteen years old... umm... Master."
Corak ran his eyes over the Keyra, he was young and fit, the perfect slave. The wolf replied after some moments, "Keyra, eh? And practically still a cub."
Keyra bowed his head and looked at the ground. The large wolf started to unbuckle the steel plates of armour from his shoulders and chest, "I am Corak, as you undoubtedly heard from that... cheetah. My age is not important, but know that I am experienced in the ways of war. "
Keyra nodded slowly, still keeping his head bowed. He looked up a few seconds later to see Corak removing the chain mail shirt he was wearing under the plates. The wolf's well-defined chest was scarred, just as his face was. He stood for a time, seemingly allowing the fox to observe him before leaning down to remove his greaves. Soon Corak stood completely naked, and Keyra averted his gaze. Corak noticed this and took a few steps toward the fox. He stood in front of Keyra, inches away from him and lifted his head with one his large paws, "You are mine now, Keyra."
Keyra nodded.
"You understand this, I know. But there is something that must be done to confirm it. Would you like that?"
Keyra said nothing and didn't move, keeping his eyes averted from Corak's.
Corak took another step forward, so his body was pressed against Keyra's, "Well?"
Keyra hesitated before saying, "I... I don't know..."
Corak's face twisted into a snarl and he removed his paw from Keyra's head. He brought it back quickly and hit Keyra on the side the head with the back of it, with enough force to knock the fox to the ground. Keyra lay still on the grass, whimpering quietly with tears welling in his eyes. The wolf crouched down beside him and roughly took hold of Keyra's head, gripping it, with claws digging into his cheeks.
"Would you like that?!" he growled.
Keyra's only reply was a series of frightened whimpers. Corak let Keyra's head fall to the ground and crawled back a few feet until he was directly behind the terrified fox. He grabbed the fox's leash in one of his powerful paws and yanked him up onto his forepaws and knees. Keyra's whimpers became louder as he felt the wolf's weight on his back. He could feel Corak's hot breath on the side of his face as the wolf whispered in his ear, "This would have been easier if you had simply let it happen. But you are mine, Keyra," he punctuated the word 'mine' with a sharp thrust of his hips at the fox's tail area, "and I don't need you to consent."
Keyra immediately realised what was happening when he felt a hard lump pressed against his rump, he now realised exactly what the wolf meant when he said 'confirm'. Keyra struggled to get the wolf off of him as best he could, but this only seemed to excite Corak further, "You do have some spirit, don't you Keyra?"
Keyra continued struggling, "Please! No!" he cried, the tears starting to run down his face.
Corak seemed to ignore him, making another hard thrust at Keyra's rear. Keyra yelped in shock and pain as the powerful wolf leaned back and dug his claws into the fox's hips. Corak whispered down at him in an almost soothing, caring tone, "Don't worry, little one," he stroked the fox's backfur before digging his claws back into his hip, "it will only hurt as much as you allow it to."
Keyra managed to summon some courage and strength and made a dash for it. He kicked off against Corak's leg and dragged himself away, with the wolf's claws raking through his flesh as he did. Corak didn't bother to pursue him. Keyra soon found out why, he had forgotten about the leash! Even as he was just picking up speed, the leash tightened and the fox was pulled down onto his back, gasping for air. Corak sauntered over and stood, looking down at Keyra, "That was a very silly thing to do, Keyra," he snarled, "this is going to hurt a lot more now."
Keyra looked up pleadingly at the wolf before he was hauled back into the all fours position and once again felt Corak pressing into him, although his time there seemed to be rather more than just partially filled sheath there. Corak growled and tore the fox's loincloth from him, throwing it aside. Keyra once again started to cry as Corak hesitated. After a few moments the wolf grabbed Keyra's sides and flipped him over onto his back saying, "No... I want you to see this, little one."
Keyra looked down, across his body to see the wolf was already quite aroused and his sizable member was throbbing slightly. Corak chuckled cruelly when he saw Keyra notice, "You want it, don't you?"
Keyra shook his head quickly, "No... please..."
Corak grinned toothily as he forcefully spread Keyra's legs apart and lifted one so that his rapidly swelling wolfhood slipped into the fox's rump cleft. Keyra whimpered loudly as he felt Corak's tip pushing against his tailhole. Keyra had never been taken by a male before, but he had heard enough to know it could be very painful. Before Keyra had time to even prepare himself for the inevitable, Corak pushed forward, hilting himself in a matter of seconds. Keyra shut his eyes and screamed as the wolf forced himself into his rear entrance. Corak slowly pulled his length out, leaving just the tip inside Keyra, before pushing back into the fox's tight tailhole, straining and grunting with exertion, "I see that Jetz wasn't lying to me. This is your first time, isn't it fox?"
Keyra didn't respond, he just kept his eyes shut tightly and tried to imagine this wasn't happening. This angered the wolf, and he dug his claws deep into the fox's leg, "Open your eyes, fox! Look at me!"
Keyra slowly opened his eyes and turned to look at his assailant. He could see the lust in the wolf's golden eyes, and the cruel smile spread across his features. "Good. Now, tell me you want it, Keyra. Tell me you're glad that I'm taking you." Corak said, withdrawing himself once more.
Keyra kept whimpering and said nothing. Corak growled and thrust himself roughly back in, his furry balls slapping hard against Keyra's rear, "Tell me you want it!"
Keyra yelped defiantly back at him, "No!"
Corak brought his hips back, "Say," and hilted himself again, "it!"
"NO!" Keyra screamed back.
Corak leaned down so he was almost nose to nose with the fox, "Kiss me." He snarled.
Keyra opened his mouth to say 'No.' but the wolf took the opportunity to tilt his head sideways and lock his jaw with Keyra's, forcing his tongue into the fox's muzzle. He starting thrusting his wolfhood in and out of the Keyra more rhythmically now, but with no less force. Corak gripped the fox's leg even tighter, drawing blood from the place where his claws had punctured the flesh. Keyra understood and started to suckle gently on the wolf's invading tongue. Keyra could feel the Corak's muffled laughter resonating through his body as the wolf coated the inside of the fox's mouth with his saliva, still pounding him hard at the other end. After a few agonizing moments, Corak drew his head back and glared into Keyra's eyes, "Now say it."
Keyra shook his head, and kept his muzzle shut. The wolf growled angrily and pounded harder and deeper with every thrust, and Keyra could now feel something more pushing it's way into his tailhole. This was Corak's knot, and although Keyra didn't know it at the time, he would soon be tied to the wolf. Corak demanded loudly again, panting, "Say it, fox! Say you want me!"
The fox was now weeping openly and mumbled, "I..."
"You what?!" Corak shouted.
"I... want you..." Keyra whimpered between his sobs.
Corak grinned maliciously, "I can't hear you, Keyra. What do you want?"
The fox used the last of his mental strength to keep his mouth closed and refuse to answer.
Corak repeated the question, still grinning and squeezing the fox's leg with his claws, "I said, I can't hear you, Keyra. What is it that you want?"
"I..."
"Yes?"
Keyra wrapped his arms around Corak and pulled the wolf's body down onto his own, "I want you, Master! I'm yours! Take me, please!"
Corak howled in triumph, he was victorious in this as he was in all else, the fox was broken. Keyra was now truly his. Keyra felt that same lump pushed painfully into him one last time, and then felt as Corak tried unsuccessfully to pull it out again, which caused him immense pain. He was passed caring though, he didn't care about his pain, all he cared about was Corak, his master and he began to lick frantically at his master's face and neck. At this point, Keyra's own arousal had made itself known, and his hardening foxhood was pressed against Corak. Normally he would have been disgusted at himself for feeling that way at this time, but he didn't care in the slightest anymore. Corak licked back a little at Keyra, wetting the fur on his throat with his saliva. He drew his head up, looked into Keyra's eyes, and panted "Kiss me."
Keyra needed no second bidding, he raised his head immediately and opened his muzzle. Corak smiled, though not cruelly this time and once again locked his jaw with Keyra's. Corak loosened his grip on Keyra's leg, pulling his claws free of the flesh. Keyra whimpered and started to suckle on his master's tongue, grinding his hips gently against the wolf's body as he did, the whole time keeping his eyes locked on Corak's. The wolf growled low, but this was a growl of lust more than anger and he drew his head back from Keyra's, breaking off the kiss. Keyra whined and reluctantly closed his muzzle, still looking into the wolf's eyes as Corak's laboured thrusts into his tailhole became more erratic. Corak shut his eyes for a moment, his entire body moving back and forth as he pushed his swollen wolfhood into Keyra as far as he possibly could. He then opened his eyes and looked down at the little fox, "Do you want me to stop, Keyra?" he asked, "Just say so, and I will stop."
Keyra shook his head vigorously and answered pleadingly, "No, Master! Please, don't stop! Please!"
Corak grinned and brought his face down so close that his nose actually touched Keyra's and whispered, "As you wish, little one."
He immediately resumed his furious thrusting, and Keyra's loud panting joined his own. Soon Keyra was gasping and yelping as he failed to hold himself back any longer and his orgasm erupted, the warm liquid soaking Corak's thick, white belly fur as well as his own. Corak smiled down at the near exhausted fox, "You do have some spirit." He panted.
Keyra didn't have time to answer as seconds later Corak had his arms hooked under Keyra's shoulders and was howling with pleasure as he filled the fox's deepest recesses with his hot wolfseed. Keyra's leg fell to the ground and it seemed to him as if the wolf would never stop pumping his seed into him, and he whimpered quietly, holding the wolf and licking at his face, "Master... oh, gods.. Master..."
After what seemed like ages, Keyra finally felt the stream of Corak's seed slow to a trickle and to an eventual stop. Corak just lay panting on top of Keyra, his knot still swollen and holding the two together. Keyra, who's breathing had still not returned to anything like a normal rate, could only whisper, "Master... oh.. Master... "
After a few minutes, Corak raised his head from Keyra's shoulder and kissed him deeply, the fox obediently opening his muzzle and letting the wolf's tongue into his maw. After ten seconds or so, Corak broke it off and raised himself onto his forepaws, his belly fur peeling away from Keyra's after having been stuck together with the fox's seed. Keyra looked up him, and Corak noticed that the fox had affection in his eyes. The wolf knew he had broken Keyra, but he had no idea until now that he had mastered him so completely. Corak smiled, "You will serve me well, Keyra. Truly, now you are--"
"Yours. I am yours, Master." Keyra said, finishing the sentence.
Corak looked down at the matted fur on the fox's belly, "I see you enjoyed that also, little one."
Keyra looked at the fur on the wolf's belly, also messed up and matted, "I'm sorry, Master! I didn't mean to.."
Corak shifted his weight and put a paw over the fox's muzzle, "Ssshh... Keyra, it is fine. I am glad that you found it pleasurable."
Keyra averted his eyes from Corak's, "Master... I'm sorry I tried to escape. It was stupid... I..."
Corak shook his head, "Yes, it was. But you will not try to escape again, will you?"
The wolf knew the answer, of course he wouldn't try to escape but he wanted to hear the fox say it.
"No, Master. Never." Keyra answered.
Corak felt that his knot had shrunk enough to allow him to pull out of the fox without causing any extreme pain, and began to slowly draw his hips back. He was stopped, however, by Keyra's pleading, "Master, please! Please... just stay inside me a while longer... please, Master."
Corak tilted his head quizzically at the odd request, "As you wish, little one. But tell me why?"
Keyra locked his eyes back on Corak's and said nothing. Corak smiled and thought to himself, "Amazing. This fox really is mine... body, mind and soul."
Keyra held the wolf tightly, burying his head in Corak's chest fur and crying, "Thank you, Master."
They lay there for some time before Corak's knot shrunk to its normal size and he spoke, "It will be getting dark soon, little one. We must prepare a fire and a meal."
Keyra looked up at him, Corak noticing the affection in his eyes had not left them, if anything it had become stronger. Corak decided to question him about it before lifting himself off the fox, "Keyra, answer me something."
Keyra nodded, "Anything, Master."
"When you look at me... I see love in your eyes. Why?"
Keyra considered for a moment, before saying, "Because you are my Master."
Corak slowly pulled his now flaccid wolfhood from the fox and stood up. As he turned to walk away, he shot the young fox a wide grin, "Because I am your Master. That I am, Keyra. Come, we have things to do."
Keyra slowly stood, some of the wolf's seed dripping down his inner thigh as he did so. He looked over to where his only piece of clothing lay, his silk loincloth now torn and cast aside. He then looked back at Corak, his master. Keyra smiled and followed him.
End.
For now.