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I quickly lifted up my head as I heard a rather loud scream come from across the holding room. Most everyone else's eyes followed mine towards the squirming fox slowly being dragged into the room as well. He was young, probably just turned 18... and a feisty one at that. The boar and rhino trying to corral him almost seemed to struggle with the squirming pile of orange and white fur. It was comical to watch actually, the slender fox making the other two have to grunt and adjust their footing on occasion to keep him moving and under control. But he had no hope of winning out, and eventually he found himself pushed back up against one of the far walls. A loud clank rang out into the room as that metallic collar clamped down around his neck, securing him with only a foot or so of slack for him to move. He continued to struggle a little bit afterwards, but he knew the fight was over once the two males finally got him in the first restraint. A few more loud clangs of metal against metal continued to ring out as more bands were locked down around his wrists and ankles to further restrain him. They left nothing to chance with this one as they finished the job with a leather band pressed tightly around his chest and secured to the wall. Only then did they finally pull back and admire their handiwork with two accomplished smirks. All the while the fox gave a few more tugs at the metal and leather as he let out a heavy grumble. He was rewarded for his effort with a firm backhanded smack to his muzzle from the rhino, making the fox yip out heavily in pain at the strike. It wasn't hard enough to leave any lingering marks, but it definitely gave the boy a firm shaking and got him to settle down for a moment.

"You fuckers... you won't get away with this..." he adds as he looks back up with a rather firm glare to both of the guards. They just laughed back though. The boar even reached out a strong paw and gave the restrained fox a soft, almost degrading pat to the head.

"If you're here, someone already has," he adds back with a gentle grunt, slowly pulling himself away to deal with other business behind him.

"Psh, newbies..." the rhino adds with a wink towards the still slightly squirming fox, although those metal restraints were certainly a LOT harsher on your joints than the fox realized at first. He soon slowed to a few occasional spasms due to the heavy and rough nature of the crude restraints, and with a small grunt gave up the fight entirely. His face contorted just a bit with the pain of the heavy metal digging into his wrists and ankles each time he moved, especially now that his adrenaline burst was fading. He could only sit there with a grumpy look on his face as most other eyes turned away from him, the fox now completely defeated and restrained.

I let my own gaze leave him as well to give another slow scan across the rather large and quickly filling room. It was certainly quite the motley crew in here this time as I spotted just about one of everything. Of course there were your normal variety twinky guys and starved girls with implants making up most of the population. Foxes, otters, rodents, canines, felines... all the creatures that looked best nice and young. But there were also things for other tastes here today as well. A few rather large bears, equines, and dragons were interspaced with the small, subby critters. There were even a few exotic oddities like an avian or two, as well as a dolphin and killer whale over in the far corner. Most of them were in peak physical condition and looked rather young too, which was far from a surprise. Probably 80% of them were under 25, with most of the rest being easily under 30. And then there was me. I was old enough to be a father to most of them for sure, but yet here I was still alive and kicking.

I continued to slowly scan over the lot until I caught the eye of a fellow rabbit. I just gave him a comforting smile while he nervously returned one of his own, as best as either one of us could anyway. I could totally see myself in his eyes... twenty years ago or so of course. Slightly scared, slightly nervous, but knowing he was well trained and eager to fuck just about anything that moved... and a good few things that didn't. It brought back some good memories from times gone by, and I let them linger a bit as I finished my scan of the room and just looked back down at the floor in front of me quietly.

Had it really been 20 years since I'd been at my peak? Man, time sure does fly when you're having fun I guess. Although things had slowed down a lot for me since then. It wasn't that I couldn't keep up anymore. I could still fuck like a rabbit without a doubt. The problem was that I didn't exactly fit the mold of what a 'good slave' should be anymore.

I was older, and older by a good bit. 43 according to my paperwork, which was way past the expiration date of a normal slave. Most didn't survive much past 30 for one reason or another. And even though with age comes lots of experience, I guess I just didn't have that certain spark that most of the young ones had anymore. Maybe I knew too much at this point. Maybe I tried too hard to dive in too deep, instead of just getting on with it and just making someone cum like a lot of Masters usually wanted. Maybe it was all of my confidence that came with all those years of sex that rubbed people the wrong way. I guess they liked that nervousness and anxiety a new guy had about what was getting crammed up his tail hole next. I did my best to try and hide my confidence of course, but I suppose my best wasn't cutting it anymore.

Not that all slave's lives ended around 30 or so. If your body aged right, and you were good at what you did, there was certainly room in DILF territory for ya. But, power bottom Masters were rather hard to come by unfortunately. There was always the Mistress market too of course, but there was a small issue that stopped me from really breaking into either market to be honest. I was hung, well, like a rabbit. If you were going to be spending money on a DILF-y slave, most wanted one that was hung like a horse to get your money's worth. And even though I had morphed from twink in my teens and twenties to a filled out and more manly and muscular rabbit in my thirties and forties, it was mostly for naught due to what was in my pants.

It was rather a shame too as I could top like a professional, at least when I got the chance too. All those years of using my rump and muzzle to please others had left me with a lot of data on just what a good top should be. I was more than happy to show off what I had learned to anyone willing to take it. But unless I had a virgin to play with, all the power and stamina from my powerful hopping hips didn't matter too much. A massive 5 inches of cock, on a good day, didn't leave too many people pleased, regardless if you could fuck for hours or not.

Not that it seemed to matter when my rump and muzzle were so well trained. Back in my prime I'd get ALL the action, if not too much action. It took it's toll, and by 30 I was pretty well wrecked and worn out. Unless you were an equine or someone just as large, there wasn't much I could do for ya with my rump. My mouth was still more or less eager to please, and for a while that worked too. But as my 30's slowly passed I found myself getting less and less desirable with each passing year. Not for lack of effort on my part, just years of being a slave had taken it's toll on more than just my pucker.

All that stress and strain made things slowly start to sag and not look quite as nice as they once had. My bubble butt flattened out a little bit, and I didn't have the tension in my skin to really make the strong look seem to fit me ideally. Of course any non-slave would kill for a body like mine no doubt. But in the ultra-competitive world of slaves, I was starting to fall behind the mark despite my best efforts. There was only so much you could do when age begins to take hold, and for someone like me the price of cosmetic surgery was nowhere close to worth it. You could get a brand new bunny twink for cheaper than going under the knife for anything, even the simplist of procedures.

I kept chugging along though, finding my charm and confidence aiding me along the last few years. Instead of just a pure sex slave I was more of a servant with my last few Masters. I was trusted quickly due to my confidence, and I did everything in my power to make sure they got what they needed. Less and less did that mean sex though. Sometimes it was simply a bit of companionship. Hell, two Masters ago he and I had quite the doubles tennis team hooked up, and we even took a local championship or two before our knees started to give out on us. And for my last Master I was tasked with making meals, keeping the house clean, and even keeping some of the simple bills paid.

Of course there was still sex though, and my last Master had left me in quite the roughed up shape. He was... to put it nicely... a firm guy. Stay on his good side, or catch him in a calm mood, and he was fine. But, if he came back home angry or frustrated... well... I had been his outlet a few times. He knew just how 'experienced' I was, and seemed to rather enjoy finding the biggest toys he could and hearing me squeal out as he forced them into me. Not to mention some rather heavy BDSM, and various forms of torture he put me through when he was feeling a little sadistic. He'd always tell me that's exactly what he purchased me for. A nice, old slave to practice on so he wouldn't hurt any of the more valuable younger ones...

Such is the life of a life-long slave though. It's part of what I was signed up for, and something I've learned to deal with from a very young age. But when my last Master was finally bored and tired of me, I was certainly a little nervous going back to the auction house. I wasn't really in peak physical condition anymore. A few tufts of fur were a little sparse across my rump and back from all the heavy whipping and flogging, and both my ears had little chunks out of the sides from a kinky mistake or two. I did my best to keep myself in good physical shape though, working out extra hard since I learned that my Master was planning on selling me. If there was one thing that motivated me to push as hard as I could, it was coming back unsold to that badger. I knew what he was like when he was angry. If he paid all those fees to have me at the auction and I didn't sell, then he'd be stuck with someone he was bored with AND be out a good few bucks. That certainly wouldn't go over well, and I feared the worst at that point.

But I tried to push those thoughts out of my head as best as I could. I was nervous enough going on the auction block without having to think of what would happen if I was returned with no sale. It was a big thing to have your life completely switched up and changed with a new Master after all. You never knew what you were going to get. I've had some rather enjoyable Masters who broke my heart when I found out they wanted to sell me, and there had been some that I was all too happy to leave behind. All I could do was hope I got a good one this time, and that maybe it could be somewhere I'd stay permanently for a change. I didn't know how much longer I'd be viable to sell off after all. A forty year old slave was a rarity at these auctions, and there was a reason why after all.

Thankfully, the sound of the auctioneer calling everyone to attention outside helped to stall my thoughts a bit. I perked my ears up to the sound and did my best to listen to what was going on. I was relatively close to the stage, going early in the auction as kind of a 'warm up'. They left the big names and sells until later, which meant the cheaper stock would go out first to loosen some pockets. I wasn't dead first thankfully, but 4th in line was still a little nerve racking.

I could feel my heartbeat pick up a bit as the auctioneer went over some details about payment, registration, paperwork, etc. Mostly bad memories ran through my head as this scene was all too familiar to me - this being my 13th auction according to my paperwork. But I couldn't let it all get to me. I had to look strong, confident, and still usable as a slave when I went out there. The shy bunny twink act wouldn't work at my age. It was hard to get my confidence up though as the same rhino and boar came in to drag that first ragged and beat up fox onto the stage.

As the auctioneer started to go through a small description and list of his medical records, I could see why he was in such bad shape. His last Master seemed ruthless. A long list of medical work and issues followed the fox on stage, not to mention a little bit of brain damage and a few STI's as well. This was the bottom of the barrel. Nowhere to go but up from here.

The bidding was rather short on him, a measly $250 was all he got with a single, minimum bid requirement. I gulped firmly for him as I heard the sale, having a good idea where he was going... and pretty sure he wouldn't be around too much longer. Most likely someone into snuff had scooped up the little guy. It's what ended up happening with a few of the more... undesirables. You don't wanna pay much for someone when they're gonna be worthless to you after a really 'good' session after all. And it happened more often than most would think. There was usually a small group of Masters at each auction dedicated to the cause of scooping up all the cheap ones at the beginning.

It sent a shiver down my spine as I hoped to God whoever got that fox would be satisfied and not come back for me. I was worth a lot more than just some snuff victim, that I was sure of! But, that didn't mean the crowd was sure of it... It was an ever nagging presence in the back of my mind. I didn't THINK I'd be relegated to something like that, but then again if no one else in the audience could find a reason to scoop me up... it could happen. And it had happened to more desirable slaves than myself for sure.

I did everything in my power to relax my nervous breathing and just try and get a handle on myself, watching eagerly as the next male was led out. He was a horse, a decent specimen of one I liked to think. A little slim and slender though instead of the usual powerful equines you see in the slave market. I quickly found out why as the auctioneer began to give us his story. He was gelded.

For some reason that was fairly common with equine slaves. It was a thing among others as well, but primarily the equines got the worst of it. It hurt their value a decent bit as their drive plummeted, not to mention having a little visual emptiness down there as well. But the real reason their value dropped so quickly, even if someone enjoyed girly horses, was that it seemed like every Master or Mistress wanted to be the one to do it themselves. Having one already gelded was like buying a new car with a fender or two crumpled up from a crash. So I wasn't all too surprised when I heard the auctioneer slam the hammer down, ending the auction at a cool $1,500.

As he was leaving the stage I remembered back to the days when I would go for $20,000 to $30,000 easy, letting my mind wander a bit to a happier place as they pulled the next slave up. My biggest ever sale was $34,500, and I was damn worth every penny needless to say. Recently though, my price had fallen sharply. With my last sale being $2,250 I was starting to fall behind the curve yet again though. It's almost like a bit of pride between slaves to know how much they went for at auction, and my numbers were certainly nothing to write home about. I was hoping to beat that today though, having worked hard on my body to get me in really good shape the past few months. But, the most important thing I learned about auctions in my time was that they were impossible to predict.

'One more' I said to myself nervously as the middle aged and decently larger squirrel next to me was lifted off her seat by the boar and walked towards the stage. She was far from most people's ideal of perfection. What her previous Master had done to her I wasn't sure, but she didn't look all that healthy. It was obvious she'd rapidly gained and lost a lot of weight as the loose skin and ragged fur showed prominently, not to mention a good list of physical ailments and a splattering of STIs... one of them being the super serious one. There was no interest in her, not even from the snuffers due to the serious blood borne STI. I watched almost in a daze as she was lead off unsold, knowing it was finally my turn.

I waited until the boar's paw was on my shoulder before slowly standing up, knowing my roll and place well by now. He slowly led me out onto the stage and into the bright lights, motioning for me to stand on the rotating pedestal they had for slave viewing. I had to squint a little bit to see through the lights as I stepped up onto the little spinning table, doing my best to stand up firm and straight. I puffed out my chest just a bit as I kept my paws down at my sides, showing what all my hard work had done to me the past few months. I was far from a bodybuilder, but checking myself out in the mirror a few days ago I thought I looked pretty good. Toned for sure, perhaps even reaching slightly into the buff category. I was definitely healthy looking, that much I could be sure of. Minus the thinning patches of hair on my back and butt that got the most use, and one still healing knick in my ear.

"Mixed lapine species," the auctioneer began towards the audience, only batting an eye at me for a quick second before looking back down at his notes. "Age 43. Good health. Minor to moderate Arthritis in knees and fingers. Appendix removed seven years ago with surgical scar under fur. Prescription contacts recommended for vision correction...." This went on for a little bit as he went over the rest of my health history, as well as mentioning the one dormant STI I had. Which, the auctioneer was quick to mention, had a vaccine out for it nowadays. A few more notes about some more sexual things, and the bidding finally opened up.

You can usually tell the interest in you from the walk around the day before. All the slaves at the market are placed in a large room, and potential buyers walk on through to really poke and prod at them to see what they like. My experience the day before was a far cry from my hay day just like everything else, but I did get some attention thankfully. A few people seemed interested, asking me a few questions and hearing out my story. I even talked with one older wolf for a bit about being a slave for so long, and about tennis of all things. I hoped my charm had him in the bag, although he was certainly straight leaning... I'd spotted a few others making multiple passes by me as well, perhaps too shy to really come up and talk. So I was hoping for at least a little competition to drive my price up to something decent.

But to my horror the crowd was silent. My starting price of $4,000 quickly went down hill to three, then two, then a measly one thousand. It took every bit of my self control to hold my position and not let my nerves get the better of me. Inside my mind everything was racing and throbbing with the sudden urge to just run... to hope I could break free and get out of the auction house before I was sold off too cheap to somewhere terrible. It was a natural instinct of my heritage to be twitchy and nervous of course, but I gulped down hard and just kept on staring straight ahead at the ever spinning room in front of me, trying hard not to focus on anything as my eyes teared up in fear just a touch.

All I could do was pray and hope someone would shout out something soon. It was semi-normal for an auction to go downhill at first after all, only to reach a number and then shoot back up. But I had been around plenty where the bids just never recovered. The crowd seemed rather cheap today as well, only shelling out a measly $2,000 for the first three slaves. Not exactly a shining start. And now I was down to a grand myself. If I went any lower I'd be in snuff territory.... and I just couldn't handle something like that. What didn't they like?!? Sure I was a little well used and aged, but I still had so much left to give! I could do it, name it and I could do it! Sex? Physical Labor? Company? I'd done it all already and almost never had a Master complain about any of it. But now, out here on the block... on that heavily lighted stage... slowly spinning around and showing off my exposed naked body to everyone wanting to catch a glimpse, I started to feel my body shiver and my eyes tear up a bit more. My nerves even started getting to me as my bottom lip began to tremble.

Then, as if an Angel had come down from heaven, a magical voice rang out with, "One Thousand!" from the crowd. I don't think I've ever heard such a wonderful voice ever in my life. It made me let out a soft but sudden little squeak as my ears perked up and tried to twist towards the sound. My eyes were still tearing, but now they were tears of joy. $1000 was a good start, and it pretty much got me out of snuff territory. If I could've then I certainly would've jumped off the stage and run out to give whoever had said it a nice big hug. But, then again it was only the start. Now that I had a first bid up, the sky was the limit.

I quickly found out that the sky was quite low today though. The auctioneer belted out the next bidding level as $2,000 for a bit, but it went nowhere as the crowd fell silent once again. After a good 15 or 20 seconds of asking, the price finally slipped back down to $1,500. It took a second at that price, but I heard the tone of the auctioneer pick up a bit as he saw a sign raise up to bid. I held back my small squeak this time and just let the confidence surge in me, doing my best to firm up my stance and posture. It was the only way I was getting more bids now. They needed to see I was worth it, and with all eyes on me now was my time to shine.

$2,000 was tried again, but the crowd just wasn't biting. Apparently that was my limit this time. It would've made me a little disappointed if I wasn't busy trying to let the bidding high carry me. I had to remain confident, tensing some of my muscles to make them bulge a bit and showing them off through my soft brown and white fur. It was able to get me another $250 bucks as another bid flew on in, but it seemed the crowd just didn't wanna hit that $2,000 mark today.

"Going once," the auctioneer said out in a booming, slow voice. "Going twice..." he added in, sneaking a quick, "rather a steal if you ask me..." afterwards. But, that last try was for naught as he slammed the gavel down. "Sold for $1,750 to bidder 335."

I let out a heavy sigh as the rhino came over and put a paw on my gently spinning shoulder, helping me step off the platform. I was just a touch dizzy from all the rotating, but I managed to at least walk off stage with a little bit of dignity as the adrenaline still continued to surge through me. It was only when I made it into the waiting room and plopped down on one of the benches that my brain finally began to process what happened. My heart was still racing of course, but that was it... $1,750. I was hoping for a little more myself, but that was a decent safe zone at least. I was still worth enough that I wasn't worth messing up too badly... at least not to most people. Some of the really big spenders wouldn't mind such a drop in the bucket, especially if they happened to like rabbits. But I tried to think good thoughts as I slowly let my body calm a bit.

The holding and pick-up room was usually quite the chaotic mess as the auction picked up and got going. But so early into the auction it was still kind of dead. The only action was the first fox boy slowly getting leashed up and carted off by a decently large bull, stumbling along and mumbling something as he passed by me. I tried not to make eye contact, not sure I could really deal with either of them to be honest. It was best to distance myself from stuff like that I've learned over the years. But I suppose I owed the fox a little gratitude, sucking up that bull from the auction to save myself from him. I waited for them both to be gone before looking around a bit more.

The equine and squirrel were still there, seated not too far away from me. I glanced over, but also did my best not to make eye contact. I didn't have anything to say to them - nothing worth saying anyway. It looked like we were all veterans of this, and we all knew what the deal was with each other. Surprisingly it was the equine who finally looked over to me and softly said, "I figured you'd go for a bit more. I'm sorry."

"Same," is what I slowly said back to him, now not sure whether I was happy I evaded the super low bids, or disappointed I didn't get more. "Crowd isn't warmed up yet though," I added back with a weak, half hearted chuckle, still feeling my extremities tingling a bit from the shock of it all.

"If it's any consolation," he adds back, neither of us making eye contact this whole time and speaking towards the floor as we both shake off the rush. "I think you're damn hot and hunky."

I couldn't help myself at that point, bursting out into a chuckle as I finally looked over towards the equine. He wasn't bad himself to be honest. A little bit feminine, and in need of a little TLC here and there, but overall not really a bad specimen of a gelded horse. "Thanks," I add with another little smile, his eyes meeting mine for just a moment. "But, being hung like a rabbit has it's drawbacks unfortunately."

"Trust me," he adds back quickly as the next slave is marched in and sat down, "Big cocks are WAY over-rated."

"I didn't think so in my prime..." I added back, a little jab at the equine as I cracked another soft smile. "Took someone of your size as my morning warm-up every day, and then had two if not three inside me at the same time during the day..."

The equine just chuckles softly at that, getting the slave humor as we both tried to blow off some steam. "Still, when I get free and get some money together I'll come and buy you," he adds with another warm smile in my direction.

"I'll probably be 70 by that point," I add one more time with my own tired chuckle, although happy that I had a good way to let loose some of my pent up emotions with a little humor at least.

That gets a small laugh from both of us before we fall into silence once again. We both slowly look back over towards the incoming slaves being led into the room fresh from the auction, trying to gauge by their body language how well they did to pass the time. In the meantime the room began to fill in with both slaves and Masters alike claiming them. It was always interesting to see what the first interactions were like. A rather common one was the sudden blowjob, and there were certainly a fair share of those going around the room. A nice test for a new slave for sure, to really get a handle on them and find out just what the Master had gotten themselves into. Of course some waited until they got home for that, but some of them certainly weren't shy about anything. Cocks out and flopping in the slave's face before they even said hello.

Of course I'd had my share of sudden blowjobs as well, and even now I was getting a good bit of spit ready and clearing up my throat just in case. It never hurt to be on the safe side after all. But the problem was that I had no idea just who I was looking for, or even when they might show up. As the auction chugged along the line for payment and registration got longer and longer, so the Masters started to trickle in slower and slower. Not to mention whoever decided to buy me might be buying, or at least eyeing up a few more slaves to join in his harem as well. It was certainly a common thing: coming home from an auction with multiple pets. And with someone as cheap as me to pad the body count, why not go after someone a bit more desirable? Hell, maybe I'd even be made a head slave due to my experience, teaching the others just what to do and how to fall in line. That might be nice for a change... although it was a far off thought to be sure. All I could really do was stare at that doorway, waiting for someone to make a beeline for me and then probably slap a collar on me... if not just a cock.

It was a little nerve racking to be honest. I mean, I had already gone through the action. The tough part was over... or so most would think. But the first impression you made on a Master was VERY important, not to mention the first impression he makes on his slave as well. Is he going to come in guns blazing? Dominance in its truest form? Ruthless, aggressive, making sure I know my place? Or will he just assume I already do and be a little more soft pawed? Hell, maybe I even got a Mistress this time. Wouldn't be my first, but it would certainly be quite the change. And of course their reason behind purchasing me was a big cause of worry as well. Would they make me a dungeon and torture pet, figuring my well trained body could take it? A nice piece of eye candy to show off? A butler? A cuddle buddy? Was it even one of the ones I talked to, or one of the lurkers that ended up with me? Or was it someone completely out of left field? I knew at least two seemed interested, but which one really took me I couldn't say...

So I waited. I waited and just tried to keep myself in check a bit, relaxing and enjoying the moment of 'freedom' between two Masters. I watched as my new equine friend got dragged off by an otter Mistress, giving him a soft wave as we shared one more little bit of eye contact. I watched as a few more slaves and Masters met up, and I watched the aforementioned blowjobs go down almost right in front of me. But thankfully, before it grew into TOO much of a zoo in the holding area, I saw a slightly lost looking cheetah poking his head into the door. I looked away quickly as I didn't want to make direct eye contact just in case... and it turned out to be a decent strategy. Within another 30 seconds or so I caught a glimpse of him making his way towards me, and with a firm smile he laid his paw down onto my shoulder.

"Well hey there bunny," he says in a tone that was trying hard to be a little more dominant than he was - putting on a show for me and everyone else around. With all my personal skills I saw right through it though. I tried to hold back a smile as those first few words were all I needed to hear.

He was new at this.

He was rather young, probably 25 or so. I could tell he had a little bit of money from the way he dressed, although everyone here had to have a little bit of money just to get in of course. He was probably a businessman or something to get so much money so quickly. Or perhaps his parents were loaded... that was hard to tell right off the bat. He was decently in shape it seemed as well. He didn't exactly have a very athletic build like a lot of cheetahs did, but the little bit of extra weight he had on him didn't hurt him much. It just helped to fill him out a bit. And his grip was firm yet not painful on my shoulder which was yet another good sign. It showed me that he probably wasn't a cruel person, taking some stock in just how comfortable his new slave felt at his touch.

I smiled softly back up at him as my long loppy ears gave a little twitch, raising my eyes to look up into his. With some Master's I would never do such a thing, but this one was so green that I didn't think he'd mind. And he didn't seem to as a small smirk spread across his face at the visual contact. I slowly opened my lips and simply said back, "Hello Sir." That was about all I could say with only his little greeting to go by. I couldn't be sure whether he really WAS my new Master, or maybe he just wanted to say something to me about bidding on me in the auction.

But my fairly confident thoughts were validated as the feline opened his mouth to say back, "Guess who finally got done all the paperwork and is now your official owner?"

With a statement like that I couldn't help but let out a soft smile back up at the looming cheetah. "I would assume that would be you Master," I added with a little bow of my head.

He gave me a little nod back with a happy smile crossing over his own face. His paw clenches just a little tighter on my shoulder as his gaze dives deeper down into my own. "Well, it will be my honor to serve you," I say back quickly. It was all rather standard at this point... although it really was heartfelt. After my previous Master I could certainly go for someone a little more relaxed. I figured this was a rather good turn of my fortune. Not that I couldn't handle a bit of rough sex here or there at my age, but my body was certainly starting to feel it the morning after.

"Awww, aren't you sweet," he adds with a chuckle before reaching down under my armpit and tugging me up to my feet. "Come on, we'll get your stuff and I'll take ya home."

So much for the first meeting blowjob as I swallowed most of the spit in my maw and just gave a soft nod. "Sounds good to me Master," I add casually, letting most of my other defenses drop as the feline seemed cool with it. Of course he could just be hiding his true animalistic insides until we got home and out of the public eye too. I had a Master like that before. He would be sweet and caring in public places, and then a rough sadistic bastard once we got home... But for now I figured I'd enjoy letting my guard down a bit and just being casual. It had been a stressful day so far, so I was due for a good bit of stress relief after all.

I watched the cheetah smirk at my response before gently placing his small briefcase down right where I had been sitting. He popped it open rather quickly and grabbed that pretty standard nylon leash inside with a firm grip. Slowly he dragged the business end up towards my neck, and I didn't even twitch as the cheetah clipped it onto my dinky stand-in auction collar. I felt him give a gentle tug on the leash just to make sure it was secure before flashing me a smirk. Slowly he let his gaze fall off me and back down to his briefcase, latching it up and getting it back into his free paw. He didn't say much afterwards either, simply taking a step forwards and starting to lead me out of the holding room. I started walking forwards even before there was tension on the leash to follow close behind.

I tried to gauge the feline's reaction to the lack of tension on my leash, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, it seemed he was more interested in making his way towards the exit than anything else. He really was very green, and that made me smile a little bit. I wouldn't take serious advantage of it exactly, but there were certainly some liberties I could take with it for sure. But not right away. I didn't want to risk ruining anything or coming off the wrong way to my new Master. Right now I had to appear like the model pet - just like the cheetah was expecting. And then slowly, as he let his guard down, I could try and probe him with a few of my own desires.

A firm and truly happy smile crossed my face as we walked out of the room and passed the payment line, growing longer and longer now as the auction was starting to get through the meat of all it's best sales. We snaked in and out around everyone as we made slow but steady progress over to the small claims table, my leash not having to go taught even once the whole way. We waited in the small line silently for a few moments before a small and almost elderly looking ocelot lady took a look at the number on my collar. She wrote it down and slowly made her way behind the wall, rolling out a small suitcase behind her. It was only a carry-on, but it contained everything I was ever allowed to own throughout my life. A few sets of clothes, my contacts and solutions, a few other medications and vitamins for this and that, and a few personal items I was lucky enough to have. My Tennis trophy from one Master, a few pictures of a few old Masters that I liked to remember, as well as the only photo I had of my Mother from way back in her prime.

I gave the old lady a nice bow and smile as she handed me the worn leather luggage, making her smile as well. But before I could say as much as a thank you, my Master began to pull me away. "Come on Slave," he adds as if finally trying out the word for the first time. That unsure waver in his voice only further proving the fact.

"Yes Master," I add as I turn and start to walk towards the changing area, letting my luggage case dangle from my paw. He pulls me over to a far corner and gives my naked body one final look before saying, "Alright, get dressed will ya. As much as I would like to see you naked all the way home, unfortunately the cops won't."

I smiled softly at that, picking up a little bit on his humor even as he tried to be firm. So with another, "Yes Master," I slowly started to open my luggage. "Would you like something sexy, or just something casual Master?"

He takes a moment to think, and then seems rather conflicted as he continues to think some more. But the break allowed me to get one of each type of garment in my paw, allowing me to be ready no matter what the outcome. "You know what, let's go with casual," he finally says, looking slightly embarrassed about even considering the naughty outfit for a bit. Of course I had a few with me, from a fishnet top and assless chaps to a tight pink T-shirt and a jockstrap. But instead I slowly moved those things aside to pull out a decently classy button up shirt and a pair of khaki shorts... along with a thong just because I was more used to wearing them than not at this point.

He gives me a little curious look at the thong, but I simply press on and slide it on first. Of course I couldn't help but slowly bend over a bit afterwards, pushing my ass back towards him just a little as I slowly bent down to slip the shorts over my large feet. I knew I still had it when I turned around to see him staring, and then suddenly trying to look away as my gaze caught his eyes. It's not often you get to see your Master blush after all, so I just cracked a wide smile before turning my head to try and hide it myself.

Once my shorts were over my footpaws I slowly stood back up and slid them up the rest of the way. I crouched down this time to pick up the shirt, sliding my arms through it before draping it over my frame. I made my way quickly down the buttons and tucked the bottom it into my waistband to complete the look. I had to admit, I almost looked like one of the slave owners at this point instead of one of the slaves. Older, distinguished, slightly classy... with some muscles pressing the fabric tight against my skin and fur. But the cheetah didn't seem to mind that I nearly outclassed him. He was still eyeing me up with an awestruck look on his face all the while.

"I'm ready to go Master," I add in a more confident tone than I probably should've, giving him a little bow to let my leash droop in a little arc.

"You sure are..." he adds with almost a nervous little gulp, before yanking back on my leash and giving me a hard tug for good measure. Probably to help take a little bit of the control back. "Well then, let's go slave..." he adds before leading me outside into the mid-day sun.

I was happy to be out of there to be honest. It was always a sigh of relief to feel that warm sun on my face after an auction. And this time I met the sun with a happy little smile myself, which wasn't all too common to be honest. Most times it was uncertainty at this point, the first meeting not giving up much. But going by what I had seen so far, I felt rather good sliding into that car.

It wasn't something ultra high-end like some of my previous Master's had, but the Subaru BRZ was a decent little sporty car. And hell, a drive home with your Master doing the driving was a nice touch. Some slaves simply got delivered to their Master's house a few days after the auction in a large truck or bus. This ride gave us both a little bit of personal time to get to know one another. And since I didn't get the normal blowjob treatment from the slightly nervous cheetah, I suppose I had to use my muzzle to get to know him in another way.

He started up the car and pulled away quickly, but all there was between us as we drove was the hum of that engine. It was his role to start the conversation after all, being the person in control. But after a moment of awkward silence between the two of us I couldn't help it anymore. I slowly took in a breath and blurted out, "This is a very nice car Master," to hopefully get him going a bit and break the ice.

He let out a chuckle at that, almost as if he saw what I was trying to do. But nevertheless he went with it, cracking a smile and saying back, "I know it's no lamborghini or ferrari, but I got a good deal on it." And, with that, he put the pedal to the floor as the car lurched forwards. I felt my frame get pressed back into the sporty seat a bit as the acceleration kicked into gear. He swerved around a few cars on the highway, throwing up bright red flags to all the cops in the area to pull him over as his did. But his display didn't last too long before finally slowing back down to a near normal highway pace. "It still has a good bit of get up and go when I need it," he continued as he resumed his casual driving.

I gave my head a little nod to agree, but before I could say something back he started again with, "I'll probably get something a little more... stereotypical after a few years, but right now I'm settling in. Got a new job a year ago that's finally paying me a good bit of money, so this was my splurge present for myself. Have a Cadillac as well if I have to be classy, but I like to enjoy this when I can."

I was far from a car guy, as most slaves probably didn't have the slightest interest in something they could never own. But nevertheless I simply nodded before letting a silence fill the car again. I had hoped it was enough to get the feline talking, and it was for a bit. But it seemed like we hit a pause soon afterwards as I had little to add. The silence was a little nerve racking, so as it continued I did my best to come up with another question or two. But before I could get any of them out I heard the feline let out a soft sigh himself. "So, tell me about yourself slave," he adds casually, as if just making idle talk for now.

I knew that question was coming, although maybe not exactly in that context. Nevertheless, I could only smile and let a touch of my personality come out as I slowly responded with, "Are you sure you want to hear it Master? I know it's not exactly the easiest thing to hear for most."

To my delight he chuckled a little at my answer, showing me that my humor just might work on him. He lets out a slow little nod before saying back, "Yeah, go for it. I'm not exactly a saint myself you could say. The business world is a tough world after all..."

"Alright," I added back, letting out a soft sigh myself. "Well, I was born into slavery. My mother was a rabbit breeder, and my father was her Master at the time. Never really met either of them, although I do have a single picture of my mother that she sent me later on."

I let him process that with a small nod, taking a pause myself to gather my thoughts. "Well, lets see... my first memories were from a slave training school back when I was... 3 or 4 probably. We learned obedience first, and then how to please our Masters and Mistresses of course. The teachers there ended up being more like parents to me than anything... although parents who were into some heavy incest and strange kinks for sure. But it was a good experience, and I came out ready to be put into the market at age 8 or so."

Another small listening nod resonated out from the feline as I paused for a second, hoping it wasn't too much for him already. But he seemed fine as he blurted out a quick, "Go on slave, we still have a few more hours of driving to do. I've got time to listen."

"Well," I continued on, "I don't quite remember my first few Masters specifically. They all kind of blended together. A few sporadic memories here and there stick out, although I couldn't tell you exactly when they happened. Although things were a little rough at times, my early Masters seemed to like me and treated me well enough. Better than a lot of other cubs I saw anyway. Although I did have my moments of course. But I took my punishments, learned from my mistakes, and generally kept my Masters happy and entertained."

I took a little pause as I gathered my thoughts once again, realizing how ill prepared I was to go through my personal history. There was a lot of it, and so much of it blurred together with all the naughty acts I'd been a part of over the years.

"As I got older I slowly shifted out each Master's preferred age range," I continued. "At that point I was sold off to the next one, sometimes at an auction but usually through just word of mouth and the normal slave trade between them all. Early pre-teen, late pre-teen, young teen, mid teen, to legal teen... all having different Masters. And when I became legal for the big boy auctions at 18 my popularity spiked. I had been trained well by the school and all of my Masters, so the word was out that I was well worth the price. Those were my glory days if you will, 18 to 25 or so. Everyone wanted me, or at least a piece of me. I was the centerpiece of most of my Master's parties, screwing everyone that could find a spot to sneak in. Just like, well, a bunny I suppose. A fitting stereotype for sure as far as I'm concerned."

I paused for a little chuckle and breath at that point, hearing the cheetah chuckling a bit as well from the driver's seat. "I'm sure you'll hear some of the details at some point, but needless to say I was rather... well loved. So much so that by 30 I was... to put it bluntly... worn out. Yet there were still some that didn't mind, and I chugged along between Masters for a few more years. But in recent years things have started to go a little slower. Not that I can't do what I did back in my teen years. I'm MORE than eager to prove that for you Master. But most of the attention in the market goes to the younger crowd, and I'm left for more... companionship I suppose you could say? That and a few odds and ends around the house. Cooking, cleaning, pet sitting have all been high on my list recently. Although, that's not to say I don't get my practice in one way or another."

The feline chuckles a bit more at my wording, tapping the steering wheel a bit with his paws as he nods slowly. "Sounds like quite the life I must say. I do look forward to hearing a few of those stories myself."

I smile at that and just give a nod, waiting to see if the feline had a specific request for one. But in the meantime he was quick to kill the approaching silence with another sigh. "Well, I guess it's my turn then. Let's see. Mom was a real estate agent and my father was a businessman. Big business - one of the directors of a rather big bank. I learned from him at a young age all about money and business. I finished high school and went straight to working for my Father's bank, getting a relatively good position right out of the gate. He might have helped me apply, but I got the job on my own merit. That I'm totally sure of. And to prove it I left the bank a year and a half later after getting some experience to join a rival bank. I quickly made my way up through the ranks, finding that my skills suited me best to the negotiations and sales departments. So that's what I do now. I go from bank to bank, meeting to meeting, trying to convince other people to give us what we want, or sell things to us at a good price."

I nodded a bit at the layman's interpretation of the cheetah's job, thankful that he didn't try and kill me with terms and specifics right off the bat. Of course I would read up a good bit on banking when I could in my spare time to make sure I knew all about his position and what he did. It was part of being a good slave. Being able to relate to your Master on more levels than just sex and obedience made everything MUCH smoother, or so I'd learned at a rather young age. But right now I'm sure he could've talked to me in German and I would've understood just as much. Nevertheless I still had to nod and smile back as if I understood, showing him that I was at least listening and interested in what he had to say.

He took his own fairly large pause at this point, almost prompting me to say something back this time. And since we'd both just talked about our pasts, I decided to hit upon the present a little bit. I took a soft sigh and slowly came back with, "So you recently got your promotion, which lead you to buy this car and invest in a slave?"

It was a little forward of me to be honest. Not many Masters found it really enjoyable to talk about slavery so openly. And with my Master being as green as he was I could tell he wasn't exactly thrilled with the terms right off the bat. But to my slight surprise he ended up laughing softly at my statement before slowly saying back, "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

Since that one went over so well, I couldn't help but slowly come out and say, "Well, if you don't mind me asking Master, just why DID you decide on getting yourself a slave?"

That was the big question you were never supposed to ask a Master. It was one of the top rules I'd learned way back in slave school. Asking right out what was your purpose was very bad etiquette. You were expected to learn your place and role as time went on. It was the Master's role to let you know what you were there for, not yours to ask. But with things going so well and casual I couldn't help but know the answer. He was young, and he was inexperienced. Hell, he was probably not sure quite what he wanted either. But at least getting his thoughts on the subject now could help guide me in the right direction for later.

He nodded slowly at my question as he let out a nervous little chuckle to himself, almost looking like he wasn't going to answer it as he took another long pause of thought. I left him to it though, letting him take his time before his voice finally cut out through the silence. "Why? Heh, I dunno. It was kind of a... spur-of-the-moment decision."

He pauses yet again for another moment as his fingers nervously drum on the steering wheel. "That's why I don't exactly have a collar made and ready for you yet slave. I'm sure the other Masters you've had were fully prepared, but... to be honest, you're the first slave I've owned."

"Well, I'm honored to be your first Master," I add right in where I should, smiling happily all the while whether he saw it or not.

He cracks a smile at my voice at least as he gently pats my thigh with his paw. "God, it's like you set me up for that one," he adds with a little chuckle of his own. "But yeah, as for why... well. I've been looking into it for a few months I suppose. Casually, nothing actually serious. But I did look through a few catalogues, and I've scoped a few things out. That was the second auction I've been at. My first one I didn't buy anything. I was going to, but the price was just too damn high for the one I wanted. And even then I didn't want her THAT badly..."

I knew better than to push him here, even with things going so well. I let him take a breath and continue on with, "But, as for why I wanted one in the first place... well...." He lets that hang for a bit before finally saying, "In my line of work there's a lot of traveling of course, and a lot of strange hours. I had a girlfriend for a bit, but that went south quick. I had a boyfriend for a bit too, and that went south just as fast."

He pauses again as if he expects some flack for dating both boys and girls. But I was certainly not one to talk on such matters as I just continued to listen in quietly and attentively.

He seemed to enjoy my lack of a strong reaction before continuing with, "So gender didn't really matter to me. I just needed someone to be there when I needed them to be there. Up when I'm up, asleep when I'm asleep. Otherwise it wasn't going to work. And of course willing to travel with me. Sound like a good gig to you?" he adds, taking a quick peek over to me and letting our eyes meet for a bit.

"Definitely!" I add back with a happy smile, being honest about that as I give a little eager squirm in my seat.

"Good to hear," he says back and takes another rather long pause. "I know I like being on top, and being fairly dominant in bed, so I figured a slave would work well for that. Plus, I have to let the steam out from a hard and stressful working day sometimes. And I assume someone of your experience level can take quite the pounding?"

I couldn't help but chuckle at that straightforward question myself, giving a firm nod and saying back with a little flair, "If you could only have been there for some of the things I'd done, there'd be no question in your mind of that..."

"Mmmph, lovely," he adds back with a grin. I could already see in his body language that once we got home things were going to get rather interesting rather quickly no doubt. But by his own admission we were still a few hours away from home. All the more time to build up a little arousal and desire along the way...