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Orange glowing nails lightly traced over the black printed letters of the address he'd written down on the paper gripped in his hand. The dark fur of his finger hiding the lettering easily as it exposed itself on the white bit of page he'd torn from the inside cover of a book. His orange eyes staring down at the helped him to once again memorize those numbers and street names, the well toned black fox bringing his feet forward with ever step taken in order to find his hand landing softly on the concrete that made up the sidewalk here. The sight of the chain links rising just over the top post of the metal fence where his hand worked to easily brush the soft skin of his palm against the smooth steel pipe that was set over the others. Finally that hand and those feet brought the vulpine to the gate of this fence, forcing him to stall and look up at the two story building. The orange eyes noting it's construction as being "not so bad", and it's lawn care to fall more along the lines of "what lawn care"? With a small red tongue rolling over his lips the black fox drew himself easily towards the gate, lifting the latch with ease in order to leave the gate to close itself behind him.

Low hanging trees tried to reach down into the pathway as he brings himself closer to the front porch. The very signs and ideas that one might actually be in a horror movie, but this wasn't the case. The note gripped in his hand showed that he was more than well aware of what this house was being used for, but Citrus also knew that he would need the money that came with it sooner more than later. The need for finances can sometimes drive a man to do odd things, terrible thing, and here was no exception. It was well known that the fox was a combatant in the local fighting arena. Like anyone he had his share of wins and loses, but even this didn't provide it's full financial potential too often for their employees and the black fox was forced to look for the illusive random floating paycheck, a majestic beast known for bringing joy to those around it, but only for a short while until another has to be sought out and located.

It wasn't long before his hand gripped the rather weather worn brass handle set inside of the doorway and with an easy pull towards him he'd come to step through and into the house. The look of make-up set up on the table, the racks of camera stands leaned against a wall, even the people standing around and waiting for something to do would prove that this was far more than just some fear based building. This structure was clearly geared towards a more film based production, not something scary, but something alluring and sensual. The sight of the few standing around having already removed their clothing or wearing some level of costume specifically designed to catch the attention to certain places of the body, or to forward the theme that the shooting was going for. Citrus had to blush a bit as eyes turned to him, having to admit that with the look of muscles and tones running around this place he was already finding himself a bit attracted to this business. The easy smile crept over his face, a confident grin and finally he found someone willing to approach him, someone with headphones hanging around his neck completely disconnected from anything that the chord could be connected to. The black fox watched him and the gray husky crossed his arms with less than patience where he had a good number of shoots to do today and every second he couldn't be there to do it was time he had to make up for.

"Walk into the wrong house kid?" he asked waiting for the orange highlighted fox to finally introduce himself so that this ice can finally be broken.

The black fox reached his hand out easily showing that he had the address to this building, the gray husky only lifting a brow a bit at this while the canine took it from him and gave a shrug about it. "It's the address I got to come in and check out the part you wanted me to do." the young fox finally explained drawing a wide grind from the face of this director.

"Oh.. yeah dawg, come on. You're already needed in room three upstairs. We've been holding off this scene because the guy you'll be working with is a big hardcore for some of them." The words actually made Citrus a bit worried, he didn't know what he was getting into, but he absolutely knew that he didn't want to end up hurt, his focus staying on the husky as he followed the man up the stairs, "It's kind of an S&M type video, so just follow the leads flow and you should be alright."

The black fox had to admit to himself that he did enjoy the idea of the slave and master scene. The idea of someone choosing you to belong to them, to take care of you and treasure you as theirs and only theirs so that they could share their attention with you and keep you safe at the price of affection, showering attention to you as you want to receive it. Positive attention, negative attention, the choice was in the slave of how they would be pleasured, or punished, and the master was little more than the hand that went about sentencing it. The black fox could already feel his pants tightening imagining himself tied to a table with a paddle impacting her black, fuzzy nuts as the cool lens of a camera was drawn close enough to see the movement of the fur as it was shifted from the hits. It was something the small fox had very little experience in exposing himself to, but had always wanted to try. Of course, he was to follow the lead of the master here, obey and be nice. He was sure that the director had already written out some points that he wanted to see in his movie, and so it would be less like a real slave and master relationship where this was more just being a job.

With the husky opening the door for him the room was opened up, candle burning on false walls set in front of the real ones. The fake walls decorated up as stone, like some ancient castle, but the lack of light making this much more like that of a dungeon. The sound of dripping water echoing across the room from some well placed speakers and despite it being a set the black fox could already feel a cold draft as if this place was actually in the under castle of some ancient keep. Tables had been set up with a cloth to look like a stone alter, chains and shackles hanging about, even a few cheaply made racks and iron maidens could be seen to be used as backdrops here. It was clear that the majority of the event was going take place on that alter, it was prepped and set at the perfect height for someone to bend their slave over it, lay them down on top of it, and even sit on it while the sub would get on their knees. So many options here that it made his tail wag and his mouth water. Of course he couldn't hit his interest in the toys about either. A few plastic cylinders here and there, a strap on, a vibrator, and a small black box of special toys. Of course they had a few saws and some knives, even a hatchet in the background, coal tongs, and even a wood-burning stove with an iron shoved into it in order to add to that dungeon/torture motif that they were going for.

The black fox smiled at the display, he had always been under the impression that most porn was made at the least possible expense, and while a lot of this stuff was little more than foam begging not to be touched, or it might collapse, the fox had to enjoy that they'd clearly made some great effort in forming a look to this stage and he would try and respect that the best he could. This would be a good little paycheck for him, something fast to help him get through the week until his fighting league paid him at the start of the month. Those orange eyes turning slowly around the room and it wasn't until a small white skunk girl walked up to him with a bit of make-up for the camera that he realized he did need to get to work on this, already starting to unfasten his top in order to remove it allowing the skunk to take it and drape it on her shoulder as she worked to pick and comb her eyebrows and finally work at that eye shadow. Of course this meant that she had to clean off his face first, get rid of the make-up that was already there, but this was just basic practice.

The husky had picked up a clipboard bringing it over to Citrus to sign which he did easily before being informed that he'd receive his check before he leaves today. It wasn't until after he'd signed that he noticed his "master" for this scene wasn't present on the set. Looking around a bit curiously he was edged out of his pants by the skunk girl who quickly scurried off with his clothing to set them down out of range of the cameras. The orange highlighted fox made his way easily through the room until finally he heard a door open and close behind one of the standing pieces, clearly having taken care of something and now returned. The bright smile on the black fox's face shown clear that he was happy to be getting this out of the way so that he could collect his check, but when he looked at the white face of the blue highlighted rival his shoulders slumped, his throat snarled out easily and he'd back away with an easy shake of his head.

"Oh fuck no..." he said in distress seeing that it was the one person that he couldn't possibly stand, the person that he'd already had to deal with in the back of an alley and then turned around and got his ass kicked in his own training gym, where he wasn't permitted to return to now, and this fellow fox just seemed to keep showing up anywhere that the black counterpart was spending the least bit of time. What was it going to take to get rid of him.

Skie, on the other hand, couldn't be happier by this situation, the first time in the entire time he'd ever known Citrus that he smiled seeing it was him that he'd be dealing with. The white fox couldn't even hold back a chuckle as he moved to the alter and started to adjust some of the toys, lifting a few of them up now and then to nod at the black fox that he was going to use everything on him, even if it wasn't in the script at all. The white fox was going to freelance the fuck out of this porno and all Citrus was going to be able to do in this was just take it like the bitch that Skie already knew he was. That easy chuckle rolling itself into a full on laugh that drew a somewhat concerned expression from the husky who quickly turned to Citrus.

"Hey, you already signed the paper, can't back out now." the director said to the black fox, reaching a hand out and even placing it on his shoulder, "Just last a few hours and you'll be fine." It was only a few steps away that he'd lift his gray hand into the air and shout his first command to these thespians, "Places."

It was too late for Citrus to just leave, he wanted that paycheck and if it meant dealing with Skie for a bit he wouldn't mind. It wasn't like they were just going to leave him alone with the white fox, right? Right? His worried expression turned over to the director and the skunk talking in a hushed tone to one another and the girl giving a fast nod before running off, probably to fetch lunch, or coffee, or something. All that Citrus knew was that the alter table was looking far more like home, especially when the sound of "Action" filled the room and he was immediately forced down on it with a hard umph. His heart pounding, his sheath tightening, the feeling of roughness was something that really got his juices going, but even now he tried to hide that while his thick doggy dick was starting to snake it's way free from his body against that alter prop.

"You know... I've been seeing you around a little too much lately." Skie said easily into the ear of the black fox, "I'm going to have to show you why you need to stop coming around everywhere I go."

White hands moved to take hold of the black wrists while those orange eyes watched the white fox pull his hands up along the length of the table. Shackles existed on the sides of this alter, cheaply screwed into the wood underneath with wood screws, but the director had already throw the script to the side and figured that if the shackles managed to stay then he'd permit anything that the white fox felt needed to happen in order to ensure that this shooting went through today without a hitch. The black fox, however, was a bit less thrilled by this, his hands secured at the sides of the alter. Citrus had to realize quickly that he could probably pull them out, but was a few moment like this worth getting thrown off the set for destroying a prop? No, he could tough it out a bit longer and with himself steeled he'd turn his orange eyes back towards Skie would was approaching with what looked to be a chain of some kind.

"This ought to teach you a few things." he said with an easy smirk over his lips.

The chain was met with a pincer on each end, the flat rubbery points that gripped down fitted with a special designed mechanism that the white fox was purposefully neglecting to explain while his fingers gripped down on the clamp and presenting it with his arm wrapped around the black fox's body. Citrus could feel sky's hips press against his own, the feeling of his arm wrapped around the dark vulpine's body making him gasp a bit, the tight grip holding him, allowing him to feel, something. He'd want to describe it as "secure" but that clearly wasn't the case as the nipple clamp came down gently on his left and then right nipples. Feeling them having been exposed from under the fur before a hand on his back would lay him down over the table again, forcing him to flatten himself before that chain was manipulated. The hand moving around his chest again and the fox immediately realizing that the chain had been connected to a hook on the table and with a loud scream he also immediately realized that when the chain was pulled the nipple clamps tightened. The sudden surprise of pain that coursed through his body forced the young fox to cry out, catching sight of the camera moving in quickly to capture the sight of his throbbing member, ready to blow from pain alone. His cheeks blushed hard at the sight of it and then the white vulpine finally allowed him back down, leaving Citrus panting out to try and reclaim himself.

"Look at you, ready to cum so easily for me. I think it's time that I taught you a few lessons, Citrus." He said to him easily turning away from the fox in order to return with a special little paddle, holes drilled through in order to cut down on air resistance.

With that blue tongue moving over his white lips he'd swing the paddle suddenly with a bright smirk on his lips. The impact working to creature a hard slap against the firm black rump of the orange highlighted vulpine, already tucking his tail down between his legs and whimpering. This sudden movement to protect his rear causing the white fox to give only the most adorable look to Citrus turning back to his black box of toys and bringing out a belt. That white hand gripped the thick tuft of the black tail, working to tie the leather strap around it before pulling on the belt, bringing it back with the glowing orange highlighted tail until Skie fastened that belt around the black fox's waist in order to trap that tail into a raised position. The look of that now exposed tail hole almost too much even for the white vulpine, but he kept himself under control with a fast lift of the paddle resulting in a hard swing straight into the foxes bare rear once again. The squirming caused by this presenting another hard swing and another loud snapping sound as the paddle impacted unrestrained force. Citrus crying out loudly. Finally, his legs moved, pushing in further at the alter in order to expose something else. If he was going to get himself beat like this then he was going to get it in a way he wanted.

When that wooden device moved down again he could feel those holes contort his skin well, squeezing those balls against his thighs and forcing the black fox to scream loudly with the heavy slap that would make his thick, throbbing, orange dick burst with white heated cum as it splattered against the alter with a very healthy show of force. The panting vulpine drops down immediately against the table, turning his orange eyes up at the white bastard that had finally stopped paddling him. Even with a hand wrapping around the front of that black chest he moaned out at the feeling of the touch despite who the arm was connected to. The hard pull would jerk the table, forcing those clamps down hard against him while Skie smirked and spoke out to him easily with an almost evil tone to his cool voice. How long had he wanted to get Citrus in a position like this? How long had he wanted to humiliate the little black pup and finally, FINALLY, he had his chance, he had everything he needed to make this fantasy, this dream a reality. He wouldn't be gentle, he would be kind, and he was planning to complete the entire burning fantasy until it was absolutely complete.

With Citrus still panting against the alter the white hand slammed down on it beside his head, bringing the view directly to a small rocket looking silicone plug known as affectionately to those who use it as a butt plug. The image of it drawing the interest of the black fox who stared at it for a few seconds. The size was that to match what a vulpine could take and so while Citrus panted at the view of it, he wasn't overly worried. It wasn't like he'd never taken one before, and if Skie thought he was going to get worried because of something like that then he wasn't as difficult a master as the dark fox had thought. Skie had his own ideas here, though, his own dark smirk and as he showed his rival the display of this plug the back of his white hand would knock it over quickly replacing it with another, one designed for larger equine. That smirk easily vanishing from the dark face, orange glowing eyes widening, and the shattering sound that could be heard in the imaginations of those present in the room was in perfect timing with the crushing of his very spirit. It was then that Citrus realize exactly what he'd gotten himself into, this wasn't just some movie anymore, it wasn't some quick fappy film, this was his penance and he could expect less than no mercy from the white overlord that was seeking out to completely destroy him.

Letting him look at that plug all he wanted the white fox stepped out, heading off stage for a moment to get into his coat pocket and pull out his package of cigarettes, an easy draw of one from the container and a lifting of the lighter would allow him to flick the wick to pump a bit of butane into the air creating a spark hot enough to ignite his roll. The package would be put away with the lighter and his careful steps would return to the dungeon setting, taking a long draw from his slowly ashing, tight packed smoke. Gripped in two fingers the white paper blending in well with his white fingers and watching that bright, glowing tip he'd take in the scent of the burning tobacco straight into his sensitive snout before delivering a deep exhale down to the black fox, finally releasing that long held breath of smoke that rose from his lips to fill the air around him. As the cigarette returned to his mouth he'd pinch it down with his lips, using the two hands to lift those shackles and release the fox. Citrus could feel the pressure of the white beast leaned against his body as he did so and noticed on the way back that he'd grip that war horse sized dildo and unfastened the nipple clamps, at least for now.

Skie dropped the plug on the ground, moving it with his foot in order to make sure it was perfectly straight up and down before slowly forcing he black fox to face him. A white hand on black fur would work to force that dark furred vulpine downward slowly, onto his knees and then just as he hovered above that plug the white rival would unfasten his denim pants, releasing those jeans and allowing them to slide to the floor and exposing that half hard fox cock straight in Citrus's face. The dark fox looked up at him, giving him a narrowed glare of a look, but this look up at the blue eyes fox would mean he wasn't paying attention to his legs anymore and with a lift of that white foot onto Citrus's thigh he'd make a fast stomp and force that poor fox down in one very solid movement, making him sit on the ground in full force. The spreading of his tail hole causing Citrus to cry out loudly, but that open mouth was soon filled blue vulpine dick. Instinctively the black lips wrapped around it immediately, forcing his eyes wider and his body to shiver as he sucked on Skie's cock like a baby kitten having been presented with a nipple.

Even if Citrus bobbed on this plug it was stick deep inside of him, forcing him to wince from it's presence alone and allowing that black furred creature to shudder. Thanks to the side he couldn't simply forget it was there, every slight movement he made forced it to jostle around inside of him and this massive plug wasn't getting any smaller. Instead he would be made to lean his head forward, gripped by the white hand that held a tuft of his hair and forced his mouth around that large blue dick that was down hitting the back of his throat. The black fox wouldn't gag, though, having long since lost the ability to do something like that, but sucked hard on that hard cock even while he swallowed around it forcing those white hips to impact his black nose. The more he leaned forward to take it the more harder Skie seemed to get for him, and with those soft eyes looking up at the white fox in his orange gaze he could only wait for his master to give him what he wanted, what he was growing to need from him.

That thick orange dick bobbed between his black knees while the blue one vanished to his throat over and over again. The white fox already panting for him and Citrus knowing it wasn't going to be much longer. The flavor of that cool dripping pre rolling down his throat allowed this vulpine to enjoy the taste of it all the more. That plug still a grand discomfort, but Citrus would leave it in for now, would allow Skie to have this moment of victory over him, and would know that he'd be taking his own revenge on him some time down the road. The black fox's attention was drawn back quickly, the feeling of that hard dick throbbing on his tongue making him moan out hard for the white bastard. Hands moving to grip both sides of his head as he thrusts forward, every movement he made making that cigarette in his mouth shake and even ash a bit on the top of Citrus's head. Hips slammed forward, crushing against the black face of the vulpine slave and making that orange dick throb hard. Balls crushing against the dark furred chin, slamming into his jaw over and over again until finally they'd shrink up a bit. Citrus could taste the delicious flow of hot seed as it poured down his throat, the flavor of that white fox's large shaft forcing the vulpine to shudder as his hips too gave out, clinching down on that plug in the most painful of ways given how spread his cheeks were already forced to be the black fox would release his own wave of creamy cum across the floor of this dungeon styled room.

That blue dick was pulled from his throat finally, permitting the dark fox to breath as he looked up at the lover that just delivered a hot load down his throat, but things weren't done yet, not even close. Skie had a few other things planned for this dark fox, he wanted him to remember this day, remember this exact moment, and he was going to make sure that beyond anything that memory would stay. With his the cigarette still set between his lips he'd reach his hands to Citrus's shoulders, slowly lifting him up and with with a twist he'd force the black furred fox down against the table once again. There wouldn't be a need for the shackles this time, the young pup was already too tired to really fight back and with the white fingers wrapping around that plug he'd pull it out quickly, tossing it behind the both of them and replacing it with a half hard blue shaft that connected directly to his own hips. Skie thrusted in hard and fast, driving into him, crushing down on that prostate with an almost malicious intent as he gripped those hips. Sucking another hard puff from his cigarette he listened to the musical sounds of the black fox taking him in so well, dripping pre against the alter once again and watching the body rocking back and forth on this platform as more and more of that hot dick was pushed into him until finally he'd shove in hard enough to make the black fox take that swollen knot.

Citrus's eyes widened immediately at this, his body arching back and his voice calling out into the room with a loud half-howl that provided anyone hearing it to know that this black vulpine was turning into a black vixen, and his hips were being crushed by the heavy impacts that followed. The thrusts were forced to be shorter, thanks to the knot, but they never eased up in force only becoming more regular as those hips hips crashed into the black rump like a train wreck over and over again. That dick reaching so much deeper into him than the plug did and the constant movement forcing the black canine to pant out loudly, his eyes rolling to the back of his head his tongue rolling out to expose his bright smile of absolute pleasure that passed through his body and with his hard shaft pulsating downward to the floor he couldn't stand to even consider the idea of holding himself back with another wet gush of hot seed spitting out from him in waves down at the floor between his feet, marking the black fur white while his quivering hips begged for mercy against his will.

Skie finally pulled out though, leaving the collapsed and panting black fox to rest there. Letting him allow his tongue to run along the alter, unable to keep it in his own mouth while he felt like simply passing out right here on the spot. The white fox could see the absolute drained bitch, slowly pulling the cigarette from his mouth and lowering it down, down, and then stopping just before it couched the black fur. An easy lick across his lips and the simple smile pulled those cruel blue eyes over to the wood-burning stove as he fetched his hot iron. Many would believe it was simply a prop, simply something put in there to give the area it's feel, but this wasn't true. The white fox had brought this specific iron from home and had left it there in the fire to heat up throughout their entire session here today.

With a slow metal on metal grinding he'd pull the iron free from the stove, looking at it's red hot tip while the design of it was of that home province the words that flowed over the front always drew an easy smile to the face of the white fox. Blue eyes met with red heat in the form of reading words that glowed out brightly, "Skieline", the message couldn't be more clear, the brand couldn't be more specific as to who the stamp-ee of this device would belong to and with his simple steps moving back to the still collapsed black fox Citrus finally started to turn his head to look around. He only just then saw the iron and gasped out loudly working to try and scramble up to his feet, but as those white hips again pushed against the black rump, Citrus wasn't going anywhere. Orange eyes in absolute panic mode as he struggled seeing that iron coming down slowly, like a pendulum waiting to, hearts stopped, breaths held, and finally the loud hissing sound of metal on flesh lifted into the air along with the blood retching scream of the black fox who called out with the brand marking him to belong to Skie, making sure that no matter what ever happened between them, the mark just above the base of the tail would last forever. Willing or not the black fox belonged to Skie, right then and there becoming Skie's personal black fox and when that iron was finally lifted the mark of "Skieline" would be all the proof anyone would ever need.