Master/Slave NSFW RP (Northern Ranger & Noise)

[Northern Ranger]

"Where is he?"

If Sebastian gained coin every time he uttered those words, he'd have enough money to give up helping people get through the forest. He wasn't the only Ranger that cared in these woods but he was the only one that didn't ask questions. No matter what you wanted to get to the other side, pay him enough and Sebastian wouldn't breath a word. This was how he had grown popular among slave traders. What better way to transport another person than with someone who could be paid to easily keep silent? This day however, Sebastian had learned that this slave was being transferred to one of the more violent slave outposts on the far side, which was no skin of his nose but he was curious as to how this guy had ended up in the hands of these guys. The slavers were known to take in men of all kinds, torture and trick them and turn out the most obedient whores you had ever laid eyes on. Sebastian admittedly had been in awe of their work but the slaves were much too expensive for him to buy.

He followed the current Slaver around to where a cart was waiting, the slave inside and Sebastian was more curious than he would let on. He liked this part, seeing them before he had a chance to tell him of the stories, fill them with fear over what was going to happen to them and he grinned to himself when the cart opened. The slaver climbed inside, grabbed the chain and jerked the slave out into the mud. The first thing Sebastian saw were the ears. He was one of those folk, and Sebastian suddenly understood why he had been paid so much. Carting a human, the price was low. Anything else and the price would rise just to stop Sebastian killing the slave out of disgust. The Ranger had a troubled past and he saw no blame on his own part. This guy though, he was young and small, easy to see why the Slavers on the other side wanted their hands on him.

Sebastian's musings were cut short by the heavy press of a sack of coins into his left hand which he gripped, pleased, and weighed them for a few moments. Years of experience prevented him from being cheated out of even one coin and he was satisfied that it was the correct amount. He would receive the rest upon delivery. The slave was pulled to his feet, the leading chain handed to Sebastian and with that, the transaction was complete. There was a thick iron collar around the slave's neck and two of equal thickness but smaller size around his wrists and another two around his ankles, all interlocked together with a thick chain, the end of which was now in Sebastian's hand. The slavers were giving Sebastian that look, the "we'll kill you if this transaction fails" look but he ignored it.

"What is he?" Sebastian asked, his gaze constantly dragged back up to the ears.

"He's a Kitsune, from a tribe up North. Get him there in one piece, aye."

Sebastian simply nodded and gave the chain a jerk, an indication for the other to start walking so Sebastian could reach his horse.

 

[Noise]

This really wasn't his day. No, correction. This really wasn't his week. Oh, things had started out normal enough, but then they had come. The humans, barbaric creatures that they were, had decided to raid his tribe's territory. And now Devitt was one downright pissed off Kitsune. Never mind the fact that his life now lay in these humans’ hands, but did they really have to collar him? Yes, that was the thought that ran through the lithe Kitsune’s mind as he waited, shackled and enchained, in a cart belonging to the slave traders that had captured him.

He would have never believed that things would turn out like this. And to think, it had all begun because a few of the kits just had to wander past the edge of their land and out into the open. Human traders that had been in the area wasted no time in tracking down the defenseless kits, scaring them witless and following them back to camp when they ran for the safety of their families. That’s when the peace of their small settlement had been forever broken. The men and women that defended their clan were slaughtered, their homes were looted for anything of value, and the younger Kitsunes, those deemed attractive enough, were taken and readied to be sold as slaves on the black market.

And yet, Devitt was different. He was not yet world-wary enough to be called a true adult, but he was the oldest out of all the younger Kitsune, having reached his majority only a month before. As such, he knew he had to take charge; he had told all of the surviving Kitsune to go without a fight, knowing it would make things much easier for them, while he himself had stood up for the pride and honor of the clan. He had managed to escape the makeshift prison the traders had created for them, and certainly did not make it an easy job to catch him again. In fact, he had taken down a least four of the men before being recaptured. He grinned widely at the memory, the expression full of sharpened teeth before it faded slowly.

Unfortunately for him, the humans were quite a vindictive bunch, and had devised a plan to make his impromptu foray into slavery all the more unpleasant; they were planning to hand him over to much crueler traders, ones whose reputations even his isolated tribe had heard of. Once he was told what they were going to do, he truly began to feel fear. Things hadn’t really sunk in yet, but at that moment… he wondered whether he would lose himself to the torture he would undoubtedly be subjected to, or if his will was strong enough to ensure he would remember who he was when all was said and done.

Fast forward a few days of being pushed around while on their way to their edge of the dividing forest, and here he was, being broken out of his somber musings by the sound of voices, that of his captor’s and a distinctly male one that was unknown to him. A low growl resonated through his chest as he was roughly tugged, via chains, out of the cart. The sound easily turned into an annoyed huff as his already dirtied and torn clothes were drenched with mud, causing the male Kitsune to stare haughtily at the slaver in charge of him.

His attention, however, was soon diverted to the stranger, the owner of the unknown voice and now, his new handler. He covertly studied the larger man, then rolled his eyes at the sight of the transaction. Still, a part of him deflated a bit, as he knew he would be getting no help from his apparent escort, what with how much he was being paid. By the time the whole interaction was over, Devitt had resigned himself to the fate he would face once they reached the other side of the forest, and yet even as the chains were pulled once more, he kept his chin up. He carefully but nearly arrogantly sauntered over to the horse as well as he could within his shackles, as if he were a king waiting imperiously for his driver, his rather fluffy tail and ears twitching in what could be interpreted as impatience.

 

[Northern Ranger]

A kitsune.

Sebastian didn't even try to hide his disgust. Weak things they were, in his opinion at least. Always thinking they were superior to humans just because their senses were more attuned or that they could be faster and lighter on their feet. Honestly, they had more in favour with the Elves than the Humans but it didn't matter. No wonder they had paid him so damn much and it was a hefty sum, enough to have him more than willing to get this creature across the forest to the slavers on the other side. It just so happened that he would get added joy in knowing this guys fate. Sebastian led him to the horse, attaching the chain to a metal pole which in turn, was attached to several ropes to his horse. This meant that even if the salve struggled, the animal would not be harmed. Sebastian cared more for his horse than anything else and he saw no reason that she should suffer just because some brat couldn't accept their fate. Locking the chains, he waved a goodbye to the slavers and took the reins to guide the horse forward and make sure the slave had enough sense to walk when the horse did.

Yet looking at him, all Sebastian saw was arrogance. He looked so haughty, even chained and collared. It was as if he was still above everyone here. Not exactly something you would expect from a slave, especially one heading to such a fate as this guy was. He had no care for how this boy came to be in this position, if it was up to Sebastian, every freak like him would be sent to that place and made into something useful. After all, he'd heard rumours that the ears and tail were sensitive, whether what was true or not he had no idea, admittedly he was curious to find out. Yet that would involve actually talking to the thing, something he had no interest in unless it was to fling insult.

Sebastian walked with his horse a few feet before climbing on and clicking for her to move forward. Sebastian knew these paths well but his horse knew where was safe to step and if the slave had any sense, he would set where the animal stepped. The Ranger let the silence fall, urging the animal a little faster so the slave would have to hurry but not to fast since he didn't want his horse to have to drag the thing through the mud. Some would say his hatred was misplaced, that Kitsune's were gentle creatures and no different than anything else that lived in these lands but Sebastian only saw a creature. A thing to be put to use. Even when he was a child, he lived in a town that had mixtures. Old Kitsune's separated from their clans and living among civilisation because they had no choice. They children would always made Sebastian feel inferior, stupid, slower. Until his parents died and he ran away from his uncle, taking up residence in the forest. But he never forgot how he was made to feel, and that anger leaked into anything that wasn't human but Kitsune's especially.

They should be pets at the most, and decided the collar around the slaves neck was very fitting. Sebastian wasn't one to mess with the merchandise but he wouldn't mind showing this thing it's true place. Shaking his head a little, Sebastian glanced back after the hours of silence to eye the creature. "I bet you're excited to get there aren't you? A freak like you, I bet they'll be able to train you up with a click of their fingers and you'll be baring all for the first dog you see never mind human." Sebastian apparently found his own words very humerous, snorting out a laugh at his apparent connection between a Kitsune and dogs. "Cats were always lower than dogs anyway!" The grin stayed, but there was a cruelness in his eyes. "Weak little thing aren't you."

 

[Noise]

Devitt didn’t bother paying any more attention to his escort aside from his initial study of the larger male, but could practically taste the disgust in the air. Ah, so he was one of those types of humans, the ones that were biased against his kind. Could his life get any worse? Now, he knew it was a given that the human would try something on their journey. He had long since learned that humans were not to be trusted, ever since he himself had nearly caused the capture of his clan and had been told that things like this happen to clans that were taken over by the merciless humans. Despite this new discovery, however, he kept a firm hold on his self control. He continued to project an air of self-assured calmness even as the man began fastening his chains, as if he weren’t being led off like a sheep off to slaughter or a virgin to be sacrificed.

He began walking as their little party was led forward, doing his best to ignore the rather tense atmosphere created by the human’s obvious distaste and his refusal to act cowed. He even did his best to stifle a low hiss as he found out exactly how wise it was to pay attention to and follow near exactly where the horse traveled. Instead, he merely gave a delicate sniff as their pace was increased a bit, keeping his attention on where he stepped while his ears twitched with every slight sound. He didn’t trust the human at all, and even when he was focused like that, he made sure to keep his guard up around the cruel and heartless creature.

By the time the human had decided to speak up, Devitt had already gotten used to the silence between them as they continued through the forest. As such, he didn’t deign to respond, casting the human a scornful glance before turning forward once more. Though, even if they had been in a different situation, he wouldn’t have bothered replying to the simple human anyway. Still, his tail fluffed up a bit in disgruntlement at the comparison between his kind and dogs, as much as he tried hiding such emotion. He, however, still refused to be ruffled by the idiotic, one-dimensional insults.

Instead of getting visibly upset and giving the human more reasons to throw insults at him, he gave a light smirk, an expression that made it look like he were humoring a small child that was completely ignorant to the way the world worked. And yet, his pride couldn’t let the human’s last remark slide. As he eventually came up an idea, he looked up at him from his perch on the horse, holding the human male’s gaze defiantly as he spat on his leg. The glob of saliva that landed on the human’s pant leg was small, but served its purpose in relaying his message.

He wouldn’t be bothered by such simple insults. He wouldn’t back down and bend his neck like one in his situation probably would’ve done; it certainly was the option most with a healthy dose of self-preservation would’ve gone with. No, he would proudly display his clan’s honor despite the fact that said clan was broken up, what Kitsune that were left being trained and sold as slaves as Devitt was led to an even darker fate. Surely, his human escort couldn’t come up with a worse torture than the slavers on the other side of the forest. The traders there were specialized in that sort of thing, and while he knew it was useless to fight such experience in breaking those like him, in a twisted way, it was fitting for someone as strong-willed as he to be saved for only those who were experts in their field. And, if he followed that line of thinking... like hell he would allow a simple Ranger to call him weak.

 

[Northern Ranger]

It was that action alone that did it.

Sebastian could maybe have put up with the silence, the haughtiness surrounding the creature. He could maybe even ignore the attitude and the fact that it was a Kitsune and they would have made it to the other side in an angry silence but that wouldn't be the case now. No, the second that filthy creature spat on his leg, Sebastian's temper flared and he growled down at the creature before kicking a leg out, catching him across the jaw and sending the other crashing to the ground. Then, without pause, Sebastian urged his horse into a run, a cruel smirk on his lips as the other got dragged behind. Sebastian was careful to avoid any rocks or twigs that could cause a fatal injury, thankfully they were no where near the mountains but he was furious. He wanted to kill him, but money was at stake. If he couldn't kill them then he'd do as good as. Sebastian guided the horse through the marshes and up back onto the path, only coming to a stop when he came to a small clearing.

The ride had done nothing to dampen his anger towards the other, sliding from the horse with his bag and detaching the chain from the bar so she was free to wander and find a spot to rest. Sebastian wound the chain up the closer he got to the now severely muddied Kitsune and where he lay. Sebastian could see he was still alive but he hadn't suffered enough, oh no it was going to be a long night. Pulling out a stake from the back, he put it through the loops and drove it into the ground, like one would stake the chain of a dog in their back yard, before walking closer to the other and glaring down. "Filthy creature," Sebastian spat down at him. "Things like you deserve to go where you're going, in fact that;s a fucking luxury. Things like you should be wiped out, you only have one use and even that isn't very good. I bet they cut off your tails to make your holes nice and tight." Sebastian didn't know much about Kitsune's but he wasn't going to let him hold him back. Crouching, he forced the boy onto his back and drove the second stake through the chains between his wrists, pinning them to the ground before he swung a leg over the other and crouched over him.

"Your not human so I don't see why I should treat you as such," he grinned down, reaching up and flicking one of his ears before pulling the dagger from his belt and unhooking his sword. Sebastian set his sword on the ground, using his knife to cut away the others clothes. The blade tore through the fabric, he had no care if the skin underneath was cut. The Ranger continued through his top and down to the weak fabric that covers his legs until the not dubbed 'animal' was completely exposed before him. He could already see faint bruises forming over his skin from being dragged behind the horse, marks from what must have been earlier beatings but other than that, he seemed in good condition. "Fucking animal, I should let my horse fuck you and let that be the end of you," he snarled, trailing the blade up the other;s inner thigh towards his groin, almost as if he was examining him and in a way, he was. His anatomy seemed similar to a human's and Sebastian slid the blade up to slip underneath his limp cock and lift it away from his sack with a scoff and then a laugh. "I hope they cut this off, where you're going, you won't need it."

 

[Noise]

Devitt enjoyed a few brief moments of smug satisfaction as he watched the human become angry before his face met the ground.

He bit his lip to stifle a soft groan at the impact, but was unable to stop himself from gasping in surprise once his chains caught the slack and he was dragged across the forest floor after the horse. His breath hitched a bit each time he gained a scrape or small bruise, and, for a quick moment, he decided that maybe provoking the larger male in such a way hadn’t been the best of ideas. Especially once you consider the fact that it was the human that was in charge of him for however long it took to reach the other slave outpost. Sure, how was he to know the human had a temper like that, but really, in retrospect, it was something he should’ve refrained from doing.

That moment’s thought, however, was quickly pushed to the side in favor of his current predicament. He nearly didn’t have enough time to close his eyes and hold his breath before he was dragged through the marshes, his already dirtied clothes becoming drenched in the muddy, murky water. Once they stopped at the clearing, however, it was of little reprieve to him and his now bruised and sore body, for as soon as he was able to regain his bearings, his chains were fastened into the ground by the stakes.

Even then, he held the human’s gaze, barely managing to hold back a low growl at the other’s words. They were harsher than before, much more venomous, and he longed to claw the human’s throat out so he wouldn’t be able to say such things about his kind. Still, he held back even when he swallowed quietly at the mention of his future occupation. The cruel human just had to remind him of what was to happen to him once they reach the other side of the forest.

Despite his desire to remain stoic in the face of the human’s actions, he flinched heavily and rather noticeably at the light pain inflicted to his ear; they were just so sensitive, he couldn’t help reacting like that. He swallowed anxiously once more as the human took out his knife and proceeded to remove the rags that his clothes had become, biting his lip to stop the slight winces to escape him as he felt the blade nick his skin every so often. By the time the human had finished, he was completely bared and exposed to him, something he definitely did not like and refused to acknowledge would be a common occurrence, if things progressed the way they were going now.

In fact, he glared acidly at the human to show his displeasure, hiding his fear behind a mask of annoyance and indignation, though it wasn't nearly as haughty and arrogant as before. Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop himself from inhaling sharply and pulling almost desperately on the unyielding chains that held him down as the sharp blade was traced over his skin, particularly when it was so close to such a vulnerable part of him. Yet, even as his fear increased considerably at such a blithe and careless statement, he remained silent apart from the few sounds of surprise and the instinctive movements he had made. He had already discarded the thought of doing something else to incur the human’s wrath, and so, the only option he bothered to think of was to remain stoically silent and not give a reaction. He flat out refused to show any sign of submission, and anything else he even dared to consider would most likely end up insulting the human even more. And so, his final decision was defiant in itself, yes, but it was better than anything else he could think of.

As loathe as he was to admit it, he was merchandise, and the large male would undoubtedly lose his money if he damaged the kitsune. So... surely, this human wouldn't dare harm him in such a permanent way?

 

[Northern Ranger]

Sebastian had no intention of hurting the Kitsune in a way that would lower his value, but it took a lot to lower the value of someone. In most cases, the more broken they were, the easier it was for them to be trained thus less work and worth more money. As long as both holes were intact and they could move, most slavers were happy and could work with it. Castration however wasn't up Sebastian's alley. In some ways he couldn't see the benefits of it. Surely half the fun of controlling someone came from seeing how their body reacted, forcing them to enjoyment and reveling in the shame that came with it. Still, the threat was there despite Sebastian's careful movements with the knife to make sure he didn't slip and cut anything off. The silence was pissing him off even more. If the animal wouldn't talk willingly then Sebastian would just have to force sounds out of him. He had noticed the flinch at the flick to his ear, so they must be sensitive. Well, Sebastian was learning more every day. "Sensitive ears huh? It must be agony then, all the freaks like you I see with piercings down their ears. Marks of ownership," he snorted. If he ever could afford a Slave and decided on a Kitsune, he'd probably do the same but that was besides the point. They were sensitive and Sebastian had found a weakness. He finally moved the blade, letting his cock fall back to nestle in place as he slid up the other's body, dragging the knife over skin as he went until he could glare down at the creature. "I have to get you there in one piece, but they don't know what condition you were in to begin with so me? I get free reign."

The knife was twirled in his fingers before he rose up on his knee's and flipped the other onto his stomach. It cause the chains to twist tighter but the Ranger didn't care, he was more interested in the tail. Scooting down, he straddled the other's thighs and grabbed the base of his tail, stroking upwards and wrinkling his nose in disgust. "S'not natural," he muttered before pulling a length of rope from the bag and lopping it around his tail. Another stake went through the loop and into the ground, pinning the tail there before Sebastian grinned and ran the sharp edge of the knife along the base of the tail. "I bet they cut this off too, it'll just get in the way." It was just another thing that did not belong in his eyes. The knife was dropped for a moment so Sebastian could grip the other's backside, fingers digging harshly into the soft skin of his ass and prying the cheeks apart to expose the tight pink pucker in the middle. The Ranger had to admit, there would be a certain satisfaction coming from tearing into this animal's body and making him scream. Leaving one hand pulling a cheek to the side to keep the hole expose, Sebastian's other hand went for the knife and for a moment, his anger had him tempted to thrust it in, blade first.

Unfortunately that would most likely kill the animal from blood loss and lose him all that money. So instead. Sebastian gathered saliva and spat directly onto the Kitsune's hole and then some more on the handle of his knife. The handle was think, only about four inches long with detail up the side and a few bumps and ridges to ease on grip but he doubted they would feel very pleasant for the other. Then, with a cruel smirk on his face, Sebastian pressed the hilt to the other's hole and pressed down. There was no movement at first, of course not. The other was unprepared and the handle was rough but Sebastian didn't care. He pressed down and twisted the handle like a corkscrew until that tiny pucker has no choice but to cave to the force and begin to stretch around the handle. There was a satisfaction that flooded through the Ranger as he forced the handle into the other's body, millimeter by millimeter, deeper and deeper. Red lines ripped their way into existence along the ring of muscle and Sebastian grinned, still twisting, still forcing the handle deeper and deeper into the dry, unwilling body until finally the speared end came to rest against the hole, only that ridge and the sharp blade on show.

Sebastian's shoulder ached a little from the force but it was in and he was pleased, and he had only just started.

 

[Noise]

Though he was somewhat reassured that the human couldn’t harm him in a way that would cause permanent scarring, Devitt was still considerably tense as he felt the edge of the blade remain frighteningly close to his manhood. He wasn’t even able to move away, for any of the limited range of movement his chains allowed him would only end up with him accidentally cutting himself. He truly hated feeling so vulnerable, and if he wasn’t in such a compromising position, he would have enjoyed giving in to his fox-like instincts and mauling the human threat beyond recognition. Still, all he could do at the moment was stare up at the human with a mix of thinly veiled anger and fear. And although he fought said emotions harshly in order to remain straight-faced and not give in to the human’s intimidation, he couldn’t help bristling a bit at the allusion that those like him were mere things to be owned. Nor could he help the particularly vicious strike of fear at yet another blithe statement such as that, coupled with the feel of the cool point of the knife against his skin.

He bit back a soft grunt as he was repositioned onto his stomach, though hissed lowly as his arms were forced to straighten out a bit more in order to make up for the length of chain that had been twisted and therefore shortened slightly. Again, though he reverently wished to hide such weakness, he was unable to stop himself from gasping softly, a shiver traveling up his spine at the sensations forced onto him from the touches to his tail. Next, a whimper was wrung out of him as he was manhandled and his virgin hole was bared to the human, the puckered flesh twitching a bit as he tensed once more in fear and anxiousness.

Since he was on his stomach, he had to look over his shoulder in order to see what the human was doing, and even then, it was hard to get a look at everything. As such, he inhaled sharply as he felt his hole being moistened, then flinched lightly at the pressure he felt from the hilt of the knife. His eyes widened in realization as he frantically flexed his muscles and attempted to tighten his entrance so the hilt wouldn’t be able to slip through. Unfortunately, the human was adamant in this, and eventually, his body began to yield and accept the foreign object against his will.

He managed to stop himself from screaming outright, but cried out nonetheless. A litany of whimpers and pained whines followed after as he felt each and every inch, each tiny bump rub against his inner walls and invade a place that had previously been untouched. He wasn’t yet begging for the human to stop, but his haughty, arrogant air had all but disappeared completely. Even if Devitt hadn’t decided against acting in such a way in order to avoid aggravating the human even further, he currently was too busy dealing with the pain of being breached like that to bother with pretenses and facades.

By the time the knife’s hilt had nearly completely been swallowed up by his hole, Devitt was sweating, the sounds he was producing, if not for the inflection of obvious pain and fear, having the potential to be quite suggestive, especially if his body was played the right way. He hadn’t yet lost consciousness, as he expected he would sometime later if the human’s treatment were to continue as it was, though his eyes had long since closed from the stress of not only keeping somewhat silent, but also remaining still. Early on in this… activity, he learned it was prudent to avoid any and all movement. It made the whole experience worse, but also served to cause him even more pain, as his tail was still tied up and whatever movement he was able to do merely served to pull on it. All in all, he hadn't a moment of rest, and even through the haze that had taken up his mind, he registered the ominous feeling that the human was far from done with him.

 

[Northern Ranger]

It was easy to understand why people desired a slave. To have something under your control, that had to do anything and everything you asked. Sebastian had wanted one for a long time. Some times it was when he was horny, other times it was when he was tired or ill and had often wanted someone warm to curl up next to. A human of course, not an animal. Though in his moment, how he wished for an ability to capture how lewd the Kitstune looked with a dagger embedded in his ass, the sounds he was making were pained and delighted Sebastian in the best ways and yet there was an air of pleasure to those sounds, if you twisted them in the right way. There was a sheen to the animal's body, highlighted in the fading light and it distracted the Ranger enough that he stood and began pulling stones out of his bag. He laid them in a circle near the middle of the clearing and dropped a bunch of dried twigs in the middle. A few stone clicks later and the twigs were alight, Sebastian's horse moving to settle neared the warmth.

The new light gave the Ranger a better view of the Kitsune, stretched out and bare with the blade protruding out. Sebastian was known to be cruel when he was angered and now the Kitsune would be his latest victim. Rolling up his sleeves, he settled back over the animal's thighs, each second that passed only added to his irritation that this male would not speak. Careful of the blade, Sebastian gripped the remaining hilt and pulled, as if to remove the hilt from the unwilling body but as soon as the engraved tip began to show, Sebastian plunged it back in again. He repeated this motion, over and over again, fucking the Kitsune with the hilt of his knife. Each thrust down slowly became easier as the other's body was forced to accommodate the handle over and over again. He noted streaks of blood began to show, nothing worth worry but it made him smile most coldly and begin to fuck the handle in harder. His free hand was braced on the ground for support, his size and the way the other was stretched out made the Kitsune look much more vulnerable and Sebastian was most pleased.

He continued his assault with the handle, his eyes closing over to just listened to the pained whines and sounds he dragged from that unwilling throat. A throat that he would love to have spasming around his cock if not for wariness of those teeth. Sebastian didn't stop until the glide of the handle was easier and the other's hole had been forced to relax enough that Sebastian would be able to fit something bigger. Noting the ridges on the handle he smirked a little, plunged the hilt of the knife deep into the Kitsune and began to twist it as he talked. "Bet that feels good, fucking slut. Told you freaks of nature like you are only good for one thing," he grinned before he tugged the knife out and wiped it on the grass.

Two thick fingers immediately replaced the knife hilt, forcing their way into the Kitsune and wriggling around as he tested how tight the other was.

 

[Noise]

Even after the human had paused to study the image he made, and then proceeded to set up a fire, Devitt still whimpered softly, the ever-present reminder of what was happening not letting him relax. Though the human’s attention was, for the moment, elsewhere, it gave little reprieve to the exposed Kitsune; if he shifted even the slightest bit, the hilt of the blade would move with him and create more friction against his sensitive inner walls. He didn’t even care to stifle such sounds anymore, having given in before the first half of the handle had entered him and allowed such noises to leave his lips freely.

And yet, despite this concession, Devitt was still very unwilling to use words. He knew that, if he did speak, it would be to plead and beg, and that was something he whole-heartedly refused to do. Sure, it was inevitable he would end up lowering himself to such a level, but he hoped it wouldn’t come to that for a while longer. And so, for the time being, it was only wordless cries and whimpers that gave him away. While he fought to regain his bearings from the cruel actions of the human, he registered the growing warmth somewhere off to the distant side. The weight that settled back down on top of him drew a long whine from his chapped and cracked lips as he tensed once more, his muscles locking in apprehension.

It seemed that his trepidation was completely justified, for in the next moment, the hilt of the knife was nearly removed from his ass. His breath hitched at the sudden onslaught of pain, and he had precious seconds to recover before the hilt was swiftly forced back in. He finally began screaming in earnest as he was mercilessly fucked with the foreign object, the sounds of much different than before, yet still of a similar tune. The screams that fell from his lips were hair-raising and, again if you took away the pure agony and placed them in a more pleasant situation, quite tempting; it made one wonder what the lithe kitsune would sound like if it were ecstasy he was going through. As it were, he was rather breathless by the time his cavern had become raw enough to bleed, his throat in a similar state from all the screaming and fighting for breath.

By the time the human slowed down the ruthless thrusts, Devitt’s ass had stretched and gotten used to such a thing moving like that inside of him so as to lessen the pain with each plunge. It also helped that his blood made the entrances and exits a bit smoother, but he was too busy with the torment to worry about a detail like that. He cried out again as the hilt was twisted, the bumps and ridges becoming particularly painful now. Even so, he barely managed to register the human’s words, this time deigning to respond with a soft set of whimpers as the handle was finally removed form his body.

He soon realized his experience wasn’t over, his puckered, red hole being breached by something that he deduced were fingers, what with the wiggling, slightly warm sensation they provided. It wasn't a pleasant sensation by a long shot, as his cavern was very tender from the human's care and still considerably tight. “Th-That’s--!” He gasped out, looking over his shoulder at the human. His eyes, which had fluttered open at the discovery, had widened in a nearly sweet kind fear. He didn't want any part of the human to be inside him, and almost instinctively knew that the human's fingers would be used to stretch him further for something even larger.

 

[Northern Ranger]

The screams had to be some of the sweetest he had ever heard, and Sebastian had heard a lot. You only needed to wander too close to the Slavers compound or even a Ranch to hear muffled tortured cries. Those men only did business with Sebastian because they knew he had the same shard of ice in his heart that they did, thus he was not considered a threat nor a subject to harm. It could be seen now, the way he grinned and drank in the pained screams and the terror from the male at his mercy, the way he had no care for the damage he was inflicting nor any inclination that he could simply have punished the Kitsune by starving him. No, Sebastian wanted him to suffer, he wanted him to suffer for every creature like this that had ever looked down on him, ever given him a funny look or lived a richer life than he. The knife was left within eye line of the Kitsune but too far away for him to reach. It would serve as a warning, or rather a threat that he would soon wish things had stayed with just the knife. There was a grunt of surprise from the Ranger as a word tumbled from those chapped lips and for a moment he thought he had imagined it. "So, your mighty silence can be broken," the man sneered, viciously twisting his fingers inside the other and spreading them to force his body wider. Wide enough that Sebastian could fuck him without tearing a life threatening injury into him.

He was still tight though, a virgin the Ranger suspected. At least there would be no risk of infection but it made the Kitsune's fate all the more finny to him. "You've never had anyone have you? Never had anyone screw you until you can't move. And now you face a life where your ass will become more desire than your face, when you'll spend you life on your hands and knee's like you fucking deserve, begging for the next cock to plunder your hole. Better hope you don't get bought by an Orc." Sebastian snorted at that, pulling his fingers out to spit on them some more before plunging and forcing three fingers into his abused entrance. It was easier now, with three, to pry the animal's body open, to force muscles and abused and torn walls to relax at his will. The Kitsune's mind may be strictly unwilling but a body could be manipulated and played if you knew the right spots. In a better situation, Sebastian would have hunted out the other's prostate, worked some pleasure into the mix but not now. Maybe later when he wanted to shame him.

Sebastian's cock was already straining at his leather, the urge to split the thing open on his cock and really make him scream was growing. Sebastian wasn't small by any means, but then he was simply gifted that way. Unfortunately it was rare that he got to fuck anyone since his trips into town were few and far between but he would not pass this up. The three digits where fucking hard into the Kitsune, jerking in different directions to force him wider and looser and under the brutal assault, he could feel his body relaxing as muscles gave up the fight and relaxed. A body's reaction under such pressure in attempts to relieve pain. Satisfied, Sebastian pulled his fingers free before pressing his thumb back into the abused and puffy hole. He then added his other thumb, using both to pry the younger holes apart and spit directly inside. "I would offer that you put that pretty mouth to work around my cock, give yourself some lubrication but..." Sebastian snapped his teeth together and grinned. He could listen to this creatures screams all day if he could. Hell, it wasn't even fully nightfall yet, he probably could. Spitting again, Sebastian grinned before removing his hands and leaning up onto his knees. The Ranger than began to unlace his leathers and slide them down, revealing his cock that stood out a good 8 inches from his body. Not the biggest in existence and certainly not among his race but it was long enough and thick enough to tear any hole and choke any throat.

 

[Noise]

In some isolated part of his brain that wasn’t occupied with his current predicament, Devitt sensed that the human took pleasure in inflicting such pain on him. Of course, it wasn’t like he expected anything else. Growing up, it was common knowledge that humans were cruel, vindictive and barbaric creatures. They had no reservations, willingly enslaving other humans and species, destroying the land they had as if it were something trivial. This human male merely solidified his childhood teachings, treating him as if he was an object, a thing to be owned and showed its place. And yet, even as he lay there, panting and shaking with weariness and fear, he knew things would only get worse. Even if—no, he couldn’t think like that. Even when he managed to survive through his human escort’s treatment, he would still be slated for a lifetime of enslavement, most likely as a whore.

Such thoughts flitted through his mind as he glanced over where the knife had been placed, the hilt gleaming in the firelight with what blood the human hadn’t managed to wipe off. His attention was soon diverted back to the human, however, as he began to feel the hatred practically radiating off of him. It wasn’t a sufficient warning, though, to ready him for the stab of pain such force created. Things once again grew hazy with the agony, but he somehow caught the human’s next words. As taunting as they were, he knew they held a grain of truth; after his stint with the slavers on the other side, he had no illusion that he wouldn’t be willing. He would be broken and bent to their will, and that was what scared him the most. Not being sold as a slave, not the harsh treatment or the thought of being used as a sex toy. He was afraid of losing himself, of being broken down and remolded into something he was not, of being erased and forgotten as Devitt and known only as some nameless but wanton whore.

And now, with the way the human was acting, he was all the more closer to a future like that. The human male would take his virginity, and even though he’d manage through it, a part of him would be broken off, forever lost to this human. Nevertheless, he decided it was something he’d deal with once things calmed down a bit. His decision apparently came at a good time, for in the next moment, he was being stretched further by three of the human’s fingers and all rational thought escaped him. All that was left was a whimpering, whining mess of a Kitsune, a trembling body that, after such stress, had no other choice but to acquiesce to the rough fingers fucking him in preparation for something else. He let out a low cry with each movement, the sounds softer than the ones before it but still moving on their own, as emotion-filled as they were. By the time the human had removed his fingers, his hole was much more yielding, and smoothly stretched open when the human attempted it. Even when the larger male said he would have offered, Devitt wondered if it would’ve even made a difference. At that point, he was expecting the worst, and didn’t believe anything he could do would help him.

He seemed to sense, however, when the human was ready to begin the next part of this nightmare, and dared to look over his shoulder once more. Unfortunately, this ended up being a mistake on his part once he finally caught sight of what the human would be fucking him with. Sure, he knew there were others out there with much larger cocks, but still. He was a virgin, and for a Kitsune who’s virtue had yet to be touched, the human’s endowment was huge. "S-Stop, don't..." He said weakly, his breath hitching in fear. He hadn't yet begun to beg, as the words were meant to sound demanding even when he was in such a state, but it was clear he was becoming a bit desperate, clutching at straws when he knew the human wouldn't ever give up the chance to find pleasure by using his body.

 

[Northern Ranger]

He wanted to hurt him. To make him regret being what he was. To break him and humiliate him so that he actually begged to stay with him and the pain Sebastian put him through when he handed him over to the Slavers. Not that he wanted that thing to stay with him, of course not. He already had a plan right up to when it would be time to eat. It did cross his mind that the animal may not remain conscious but he couldn't sleep for the whole journey and even if his screams faded with consciousness and left Sebastian with a loose, compliant body, he would fuck him through it and resume the more exciting stuff when he awoke. Hearing those words tumble from the bound one's mouth was mildly satisfying for a moment, the fact that he had spoken was good. The fact that he spoke like a high and mighty arrogant ass was what angered the Ranger again. Did he really think he had power here? Power over Sebastian? Not a chance. Not after spitting on him like common dirt, after acting like a higher and mightier being. Sebastian was proud of his cock and there was clear pride in his grin as he positioned the crown at the abused hole. Pre-cum oozed from the slit, dripping slowly onto the abused flesh below before Sebastian positioned his cock against the ring of muscle and moved both hands to the Kitsune's hips.

"Enjoy," the Ranger sneered, slamming his hips forward with all his strength and forcing his cock into the silken tight heat. He was disappointed that he couldn't get the full length in straight away, pulling out a little and slamming forward again. It took three, brutal thrust to sheath himself inside the Kitsune, the noises coming from the creature only serving to turn him on more. His sack hung heavily against the crease of the other's thighs, hips pressed sightly to ass and Sebastian was buried to the hilt, letting out an obscene groan at just how good the tight heat felt clamped around his cock. Better than his hand, better than any woman and because this guy was smaller, he was tighter. Split open around the Ranger's cock, Sebastian allowed him a few moments of respite simply because he was too caught up in how it felt and was struggling not to cum there and then. Once everything was back in control, Sebastian braced his knee's on the ground and withdrew slowly, enjoying the slow drag of tight muscle against his shaft until the rim of the Kitsune's hole bulged with the edge of the helmet. Then, with a grunt, Sebastian slammed forward again, this entry smoother than the last and he was buried in the heat again with a satisfied moan.

That was the only 'gentle' act. The Ranger was quick to move a hand to the other's hair and grip much too tight, his other hand clamping around his hip as Sebastian began to fuck the Kitsune in earnest. Fast withdrawals from the broken body with equally hard and fast thrusts in, over and over again. There was no care in his moments, he fucked forward brutal and fast, digging his knee's into the ground to throw his weight behind every brutal thrust. His cock was long and thick, plunging into the other's body as a feverish pace and once the movements were smooth and slicked with blood and pre-cum, Sebastian began to fuck forward faster, using the grip he had on the other's hair and hips to jerk him back on each brutal movement.

 

[Noise]

The atmosphere around them seemed to darken considerably, though Devitt only had a few moments to register the feel of the human’s cock head at his sore hole and the angry tone of the human before it began to feel as if he were being split open from the inside. His lips fell open to an ‘o’ shape as he let out a scream, the sound filled with more pain and distress than those before it combined. He whimpered loudly each time the human attempted to fully sheathe him, each thrust making the previous one pale in comparison. He would even rather be impaled on the hilt of the knife once more, so as long as it stopped the human from torturing him like that.

By the time the human’s cock was completely engulfed by his abused hole, he had long since given up his reservations of begging, and as he began repeatedly thrusting in and then pulling back out, Devitt had started up a pleading litany of ‘please’ and ‘stop’ and ‘no more’. Still, he knew the human didn’t care enough, if at all, to even consider it. No, the desperate words would only fuel the male’s lust, if the obviously pleased groan he heard had anything to hint at, especially since he had dropped all pretenses of confidence and arrogance. Such a façade had only served to anger the human further, and now that his body had been bared and his virginity claimed, he saw nothing else he could hide from the human male.

And yet, as the human resumed fucking him, some strange part of him couldn’t help but enjoy it. The heated flesh of the human’s cock seemed to rub against his already tender inner walls in a way that was, in an admittedly twisted sense, pleasant. Nor could that same perverted side of him stop from practically basking in the pure control the human had over him, almost eagerly offering his body so the human could find release. Once he had acknowledged such a side of himself, however, tears began to form, falling unbidden and staining tear tracks into his already dirtied features.

While in that almost trance-like state, he had lifted his hips just a tad, as if urging the human to thrust deeper and harder. As he started crying, he immediately began to struggle as much as he could, crying out when the motion awarded him a jolt of pain from his tail and caused his inner muscles to spasm and massage the human's hard shaft. At that point, his pleading and begging had increased in fervor, his breathing coming in gasping breaths and his voice breaking several times as shame and fear warred within him. He didn’t even bother paying attention to the harsh grip on his hair and hips, nor the feel of his own blood lubing his passageway and allowed the cock an easier entry.

He only noticed the solidly stronger thrusts, which brought, oddly enough, equal parts pleasure and pain. That depraved side, the part of him that would be brought out and trained once he was in the slavers’ hands, reveled in the aggressive, fast pace and the careless actions of the human, whereas the rest of him was fearful of the pain and horrified that there was even the slightest possibility he could enjoy such an act. The most telling sign of this civil war inside of him was his cries and screams. While he had not been broken completely or offered his full submission, the sounds escaping his lips had taken on a more sensual air, a wanton note that the human would recognize even while he was roughly fucking the slender Kitsune.

 

[Northern Ranger]

There was nothing to slow the pace now. Sebastian was fully focused on fucking the Kitsune into the ground and making him scream. And he did scream. The Ranger awe of how the lithe body would jerk and arch with each of his brutal thrusts, with how much smaller the other was but not overly so. Something to do with his species he suspected. Either way, Sebastian found himself enjoying that sight, the place skin and the curving spine, the scream and agonies torn from a now willing throat. He did notice however, a rise in the other's hips. It could have been to relieve pain but Sebastian didn't care. His hips continued pounding into the once virgin hole while he leaned down to sneer into the creatures ear. "Look at you...hnng... fucking slut. You're actually enjoying this aren't you. When all your airs and graces get taken away, you're nothing but a cock hungry whore desperate to get plowed huh. You'll be perfect for that place but not before I've wrung every possible sound from your pretty little mouth!"

Sebastian was quick to lean back again, both hands moving to the Kitsune's hips when he started to struggle and using the iron grip to hold him in place and fuck forward harder. He was in awe of now easy it was now. Sure there were streaks of red on his cock but the hole wasn't slippery so Sebastian wasn't worried. The rippling and clenching of the other's walls around his cock drew a louder moan from Sebastian and he glanced down. "Do that again you fucking whore," he demanded, moving to grasp a hold of his tail and tug sharply, letting out a pleasure filled cry when the same spasm of muscle massaged his length again. Now using one hand on his tail and one hand on his hips, Sebastian's pace became faster, harsher than before. He was sweating from the force, a ache forming in his thighs from the force of his thrusts but his orgasm was coming closer and closer with each cruel thrust. Then he heard it.

There may have been pain in those noises but there was definitely pleasure. A higher but much softer note stolen from that throat and Sebastian knew, knew the creature was taking pleasure in this no matter how small. It only made him want more. More of the Kitsune, more of the tight channel gripping his cock tighter than anything he'd ever experienced. Sebastian's grip tightened, his hips losing the rhythm and becoming a rapid flurry of brutal fucking before he slammed forward hard, burying himself as deep as possible and his orgasm crashed over him. The human's cock twitched and pulse before spilling his seed within the Kitsune, pulse after pule of hot cum flooding and coating the abuse channel within. Sebastian ground his hips forward to not only keep the cum inside but to milk his orgasm, shuddering gasps falling from his parted lips and he gave a final sharp tug on the creatures tail before grinning.

"Was that as good for you as it was for me?" But he was far from finished.

 

[Noise]

Devitt flinched lightly at the sound of the human’s cruel voice in his ear, the taunting words repeating in his mind like a mantra. No matter how much he wanted to deny it, however desperately he wished it wasn’t true, he knew, deep down, that it was, that there was no chance for him to deny it since it was the truth. Sure, most of him refused to believe he could be so shameless and lustful. But his body, oh, he was sure the human knew by his physical reaction alone if it weren't for the sounds he was making; it didn’t matter to his body that he was being raped, that it had begun entirely against his will, his body still found pleasure in being fucked like a mere animal. He was really beginning to hate himself for acting in such a way.

Nevertheless, more mixed sounds fell from his lips as the human used his strong grip as leverage to stop his struggles. He was both aroused at the utter dominance the human held over him and frightened as he absently considered the pain now inflicted by each merciless thrust. It didn’t hurt as much now that his body had learned to easily accept the human’s cock each time it entered, and what pain there was left only managed to make the pleasure that much more gratifying. The small bit of logic he had left couldn’t make sense of that, but then again, the part of him that was so enjoying being fucked like that didn’t exactly care for logic. It was the same reason why his body nearly immediately complied to the human’s command, pushed further by the flash of pain that came with the tug to his tail. His inner muscled spasmed around the human’s shaft once more, nearly encouraging him to go faster, harder. His screams became breathless as his throat grew raw from the effort, loud whimpers escaping as the human used his tail to thrust deeper.

He could tell the moment the human simultaneously realized that he was indeed finding such a defiling act pleasurable and reached his release. The loss of rhythm was a dead giveaway, as was the change of pace into an almost animalistic frenzy. His screaming and crying out resumed at that, if not a bit hoarser than before, but still contained a lewdness not yet heard in the previously untouched Kitsune. The weight and force behind each thrust drew him into the ground, but even so, that darker side loved being filled so completely by the human’s cock. It reveled in the knowledge that the human was finding his own orgasm while not caring one bit about the Kitsune, while the rest of him merely wanted it to end.

After a few more moments, it did. Just not in the way he had imagined. As a virgin, even the slightest bit of stimulation would be enough to bring him over the edge, not that he knew that. As such, he was considerably shocked when he experienced an almost blinding pleasure as his first orgasm hit him. Surprisingly enough, it was not only a mixture of all the sensations of the hard shaft sliding in and out of his hole, but also the feeling of his tender inner walls being coated in cum that initiated his release; he didn't even need his own slender cock to be stroked, or his prostate milked. He was still out of it by the time the human’s orgasm had finished completely, not even registering the final tug to his tail as he caught his breath; he had let out one long whine as the pleasure overwhelmed him, several leftover whimpers being all the answer the human could get from the hazy Kitsune.

 

[Northern Ranger]

Sebastian stayed still for a while, curious of the rippling and clamping muscles milking his cock of his release. If he didn't know any better, he would have said that the Kitsune had just orgasmed but from such a painful fuck? Curious, he slid his hand underneath the other, his fingers coming away muddy yet white and sticky. The Ranger stared in surprise before his lips curled into a grin. "You fucking slut." The whine, the pleased noises, it all made sense now and somehow Sebastian was proud. That he could pull such a reaction from the creature had him excited. How far could he push this apparent pain/pleasure boundary that had appeared and really, it fitted into his plans for this evening. Rather than showing that he was curious however, he took the disgusted route and smeared the Kitsune's cum over his back. "Disgusting fucking whore, I didn't say you could fucking do that. You better hope you don't do that or I'll be the one cutting your little dick off and feeding it to my horse." Sebastian pulled himself from the other's abused hole, dipping his fingers to press in the cum that leaked out. He was still on air about how good that had felt and he still looked tight, not loose and sloppy like other holes he'd finished with. Standing, Sebastian pulled up his leathers but tied it lightly before reaching into his back and pulling out a rag.

He used it to clean his fingers and wipe the sweat from his brow before smirking a little. If the Kitsune could cum from that much pain, and what he could assume was stimulation then surely he would come again for more? The possibility was there and it fitted. "You loved that didn't you, being stretched and stuffed so full that you came from just that? Fucking whore. You're just proving everything I said. Everything about your kind, that you belong on your knees and sold for the only good thing about you, your tight little holes." Sebastian tossed the bag aside and crawled back over the bound Kitsune and rest sone of his weight on his forearm near the male's shoulder. He could see the tears on his face, the fearful flicks of his ears and it had Sebastian grinning and reaching down, three fingers sinking into his now slicked and stretched hole. The heat from the abuse was intense, the walls slicked and velvet soft and Sebastian stroked along them all in search of that pleasure spot inside him. If he was a virgin, he probably didn't even know he had one so Sebastian was on the look out for jerks of surprise and different sounds and when he found it, he made a point to memorise that spot.

Of course, he didn't treat it as a good thing though. "Maybe I'll drop by your auction, see you in your habitat looking like the perfect slut all fucked out on display," he smirked, thrusting his fingers deeper before he leaned up a little for a better angle. Three fingers quickly became four, all assaulting that spot at some point just for the noises but there was pain there as well, no wonder with four fingers buried in his already abused entrance. Just seeing that, the ring of muscle stretched tight around his fingers was enough to draw a twitch of interest from his cock. He'd definitely get another round of fucking in before dinner. "Lets see just how much you love being filled," he sneered before he pulled his fingers out a little, tucked his thump into his palm and pressed forward. A human hand pressing into a Kitsune's hole was a feat in itself but Sebastian was watching with a cruel smile as he pressed his hand deeper and deeper. Things went smooth until the other's hole was forced to start stretching around the knuckles. Sebastian had to pump his hand a few times and take it slow, watching as the rim turned white with strain, the red rips clear to see and yet he still pressed forward.

His cock twitched at the cries he pulled from the other, increasing the pressure and force until finally the rim popped over his largest knuckle and Sebastian's hand plunged into the tight abused channel. He made sure to punch in, groaning as his hand sank into the heat and watching as the Kitsune's body closed tight around his wrist. "See? You're fucking made to be used and fucked and filled to the brim." He wanted to fill him until he bulged, be a constant reminder the entire trip. Hear his screams every night and taste his tears, see fear not attitude in those eyes. With a grin he slowly curled his fingers into a fist and twisted his hand, rubbing his knuckles over his prostate before withdrawing his hand just to see the rim stretch and stretch and stretch... before he plunged back in, again like a punch, deep into the Kitsune's body only this time he pressed a little deeper. His free hand dipped inside his leathers and wrapped around his own cock, stroking slowly to coax it back up.

 

[Noise]

Devitt whimpered softly as he felt the human’s hand graze the lightly twitching shaft of his cock, feeling something sticky coming away as the hand was pulled back. Gradually regaining his bearings, he blinked slowly, flinching once more at the human’s words. Even if he wanted to, it wasn’t as if he could have controlled his orgasm, the product of which was now glittering prettily on the pale, unmarred if not dirty skin of his back. Still, the threat of such a punishment was taken to heart, for he knew the human wouldn’t think twice about going to such lengths.

He was completely oblivious to the human’s curiosity, his thoughts tempered by his rapidly increasing state of exhaustion. As it was, with one last shiver as the human slid from his hole, he used what little time the human was otherwise occupied for to relax himself and take stock of his body, as well as calm his breathing so he didn’t faint from hyperventilating or something to that end. His reprieve was cut short, however, as the human began speaking again; he tensed up, an air of denial surrounding the battered Kitsune. Even so, there was doubt in Devitt’s silence as he too began focusing on just how much he had liked being used like that. Admittedly, it was a frightening thought. The discovery of such a depraved side of him did indeed serve to support what insults the human had used. But surely, it couldn’t be that true, could it? It wasn’t as if he were going to turn into a whore just because the human had found out that he enjoyed being filled and utterly dominated. Right…?

By the time the human had returned his full attention to him, Devitt had gotten nowhere in his musings, still just as hesitant and unsure of himself as he was when he realized the human’s cock and cum alone gave him enough pleasure to push him over the edge. He sensed the human settle down beside him, could feel the smug gaze at it took in the image he made. This time, though, he didn’t meet the human’s gaze, keeping his eyes lowered so as not to anger the human into another aggressive fuck. Since he didn’t keep track of the human’s movements, he didn’t expect the questing fingers to return to his abused entrance so quickly. He whimpered quietly at the sensations, still quite tender from his previous treatment.

And then, a sudden burst of pure bliss radiated from his ass as the human found that small bundle of nerves. He stiffened considerably, a wanton and surprisingly shameless moan falling from his lips. The sound ended in a soft whine as he instinctively ground his ass up in order to get the human to hit that spot again, all but offering himself up on a silver platter. All that was left was the desperate pleading and a more obedient air, and he would’ve managed a near perfect impression of the whores the human insisted his kind truly were. And, ah, his auction. The human just had to remind him of his rather grim future. Still, he was given little time to mope on his fear of his training, for the human had quickly began to fuck him with his fingers, wringing pained moans or lustful screams from his now willing lips as his prostate was hit with an almost frightening accuracy.

Just as with everything else the human did, he was given little warning for the sudden onslaught of force to his already thoroughly abused hole. He cried out, ending in an agonized hiss as he again attempted to struggle and move away from the hand that fought its way into his tight cavern. Did the human really expect his whole hand to fit? It would be a miracle if he weren’t permanently scarred by the rape, but this… His screams once again filled the air around them as his hole eventually caved under the force. To the tortured Kitsune, it felt like an eternity had passed before the limb finally disappeared, that time being spent screaming at the new level of pain and pleading for the human’s mercy.

And yet… once his body grew accustomed to the human’s hand, that accursed part of him dared to find pleasure in that too! He groaned and whined with the full feeling he gained, the limb occasionally scraping against his prostate and making things all the more irresistible. As it were, he had a hard time controlling himself and not giving any sign that he was enjoying it; again, the sounds he made gave him away, lending credence to the human’s taunting words. He sure did act rather slutty though, his back arching a bit each time the human’s hand moved deeper inside him, lewd noises accompanying each squirm and pleased ear twitch.

 

[Northern Ranger]

As it were, Devitt wasn't the only one having a war within himself, though the confusion that tumbled within the Ranger was nowhere near as serious as Devitt's own war. The screams Sebastian was hearing were helping him coax his length to hardness again, albeit slower since he didn't have a magic recovery period. Yet he found himself more and more drawn to the pleasure filled moaned and sounds he was drawing from the other. They were sounds you heard when passing a brothel, when men and women would fake heights of pleasure just to sound good but there was certainty that the Kitsune was not faking those noises. After all, surely pretending to enjoy it would risk angering him further and he was sure the Kitsune would not risk such a stupid move. This led him to believe that the animal was actually finding pleasure amongst the pain, no matter how unwilling. It was a prideful moment for the man though also the source of his own confusion. While the screams were arousing, the arching of his back, the eager ass pressing back against his fist, the moans and the mixture; maybe he liked that a little better.

Such a thought however merely angered the Ranger, he didn't want to enjoy anything from this creature but his pain and it only made him more determined to make him cum again, to make him fail and give himself even more reason to hurt him. Though if this was anything to go by, the Kitsune had a dangerously thin line between pleasure and pain, especially by the way he was pressing back like an eager slut. "If your tribe could see you know, all screaming and moaning on the end of a human's fist like a filthy slut they'd probably agree with me. Hell I hope there's other's like you at your auction so they can see what a filthy whore you were born to be, look at you." There may have been hatred in his words but damn if he wasn't curious about how far he could push this.

He was careful though, last thing he wanted to do was rupture something and have the Kitsune dead before he could have all his fun. "If you can take my fist, imagine what all you can take. Horse, a bear, hell this just ensures how easily you could get sold to an Orc, I've heard stories about hos thick their cocks are, your pretty little hole will get ripped wide open." Sebastian was slowly fucking his fist into the now apparently partially willing body beneath him, making sure to drag knuckles over his prostate and pull more of those pleasure filled lewd cries from his mouth. It was, to his ears, a perfect harmony. The pain and the pleasures, the screams and the moans, the sobs and the whimpers; he could pull these sounds from him for a lifetime.

Sebastian switched between a fist to spreading his hand wide, forcing those silken walls to accommodate more and stroke constantly along his prostate. Each sound he heard has his hips rocking into his own hand before curling his hand into a fist again and beginning to fuck him a little harder. The looser the Kitsune got, the more daring Sebastian got. He'd punch forward harder, watching the creatures hips rise with each thrust and jerk with each attack on his pleasure spot. He began to move deeper, knowing there was a limit due to anatomy but till he pressed forward. He found something incredibly hot about watching his wrist and part of his fore arm thrust into the smaller body, the rim stretching white around the thickness of his muscled arms until he could go no further without tearing the ring of muscle completely. Once he knew that limit, his punches became harder, as if he was determined to bruise those walls so the Kitsune would be thinking of him every second. Thrusting his arm arm faster and harder yet always making sure to his his prostate on the withdrawal. "Look at you writhing around, born to take this, I tell ya. Born to be a toy."

 

[Noise]

Even if Devitt were in a more coherent state of mind, he probably wouldn’t have noticed the human’s own conflicting emotions. Currently, however, his thoughts were too fogged up by the immense pleasure, enough so that he soon gave up caring that such a depraved act merely drove him onward. Each brush to his prostate brought him another wave of pleasure, the feeling building into a tight coil in his gut. Every moment spent with the human’s hand rammed up his ass, fucking him and wringing screams and whines from him, was beginning to seem blissful to even his unwilling side. Surely if being trained and taught as a whore meant living each day in such ecstasy, then shouldn’t he be welcoming these corrupt desires with open arms?

But then, he dimly heard the human’s cruel and hateful words, and they seemed to snap him out of what he realized would be submitting to the human’s hold over him. Tears sprung to his eyes once more as he imagined it against his will, his mind’s eye seeing the disgusted and disappointed looks his clan, his family, would be giving him if they could see him like that. How those he held in the highest regard would look down at him and see a dirty whore, a willing, filthy slut. It was then that fear and pain resumed being a major note in his screams and cries, though there was also a new one, a mix of shame and self-hatred. How could he even consider giving in to the human, to the darker, baser side of him?

Nevertheless, nothing really changed too much. His body was still rather eager, his arousal increasing in response to, surprisingly, the idea of being bought by an Orc. To be used and fucked by such a large cock belonging to a naturally aggressive creature, to be filled to the point of breaking and then some… To the twisted him, it only served to harden his own slender length, as did the fist still plunging in and out of his compliant hole. His heart and mind, however, now that he wasn’t as dazed as before, was once again resistant, if not a bit more subdued. The mix of two such opposites created a nearly addicting display as both shame and desire burned within the Kitsune, his body writhing and squirming to take in more of the human’s limb while he cried out in pained horror.

Just as he was beginning to grow used to such warring sides, however, a breathless gasp was torn from his throat as the human’s fist was opened, followed by a loud keening sound that hitched every time that one little spot was stroked. That action seemed to mark the new pace, each force harder than the one before it. It made Devitt’s body practically sing, even as he felt the many new double-edged emotion rise while the human managed to thrust his fist further and further into him. His pleading had again resumed, but every resisting word seemed to break off into a pleasured scream or whimper each time the human attempted to go past his limit. His throat, already raw from the previous rounds, was hoarse, yet he managed to continue making such pretty sounds when begging for mercy as his body grew accustomed to the sensations the human was inflicting on him.

The litany of half-pleads and cries were coming to an almost fevered pitch, however, once the Kitsune began to tighten around the human’s hand, his harsh breathing and squirming becoming erratic. It was a sure sign of his impending orgasm, the human’s previous threat and newest slur against him the farthest thing from his mind as his body tried to find its release from such a lewd onslaught of pleasure.

 

[Northern Ranger]

It was the beauty of knowing the Kitsune was gaining pleasure from being so full. It tempted Sebastian to fill him further. To stretch that willing hole past it's limits, to fill him so full that he ached and yet it would bring constant shame. That thought along had the Ranger flexing his other hand. Sure, a body had it's limits but this creature wasn't human and Sebastian wasn't going to treat him as such. He didn't miss the clamp and quiver of muscles when he mentioned an Orc buy him. Sebastian would almost class him as a size queen, and if he wanted an Orc tearing him open then Sebastian would do his best. After all, there'd be plenty of Orc around at his auction. A few choice words and maybe he'd get to watch. Sebastian was unable to tear his eyes away from the ring stretching around his arm. It slid a little further each time, now half way up his forearm and straining over bulging muscles leaving Sebastian in awe. He was no longer listening to his cries, at least not enough to care that there was shame there now. He was too determined to made Devitt cum and punish him further and his own cock was thrusting desperately in his hand.

With a decision in mind, Sebastian thrust his fist in as hard as he could before using his free hand to work his leather open and reveal his cock once again. He shifted his hips, aiming as if to coat over the Kitsune's back when he came. It must have been such a lewd scene. Sebastian with his hand rapidly stroking his cock over the bound Kitsune while his other hand was buried deep in the creatures body like one would hold a puppet for a child. And the pace did not falter. If nothing else it got more violent. The new angle meant Sebastian was punching into the Kitsune like one would give an uppercut, the animal's hips rising up with each thrust and his fist punching into his prostate on every thrust. The bundle of nerves was under heavy assault since on each dragging withdrawal, Sebastian would again uncurl his fingers and scrape his nails over the bundle of nerves, his cock twitching at the new sounds coming from the creature only for him to thrust his fist back inside and repeat.

Sebastian himself was getting closer and closer to his orgasm, his hand moving faster over his length and as he got to the edge, he scrambled on his knee's tilted his fist inside the Kitsune's body, spreading his hand wide and awkwardly forcing the head of his cock in along side his arm, his hand rapidly punching into the creature in the small space between their bodies as his second orgasm crashed over him. With the head of his cock tucked in next to his arm, his load of cum could only spurt into the willing body beneath him, stream after stream of seed coating the tortured walls, his hips stuttering through his orgasm and he let out a pleasure filled sigh before focusing all attention on the Kitsune's prostate when he felt a familiar clamping and spasm of those muscles.

 

[Noise]

Devitt couldn’t fight it anymore. Oh, he tried, there was no doubt about that. But he was unused to such sinfully delightful pleasures, and had very little sexual stamina to speak of. As such, he was quickly dragged back into the blissfully hazy state of mind the human was forcing him under. The deliciously full feeling was getting to him, the ecstasy merely magnified every time the small bundle of nerves in his ass was toyed with, the human going as deep as he dared. His screams regained their wanton edge, that sensual note that gave proof to the human that he was enjoying such a depraved act, no matter how unwilling he was when his head was clear. Really, how was he expected to resist such physical euphoria?

By the time the human had begun to openly stroke himself, the Kitsune had started moving more willingly with the force of the thrusts. He pulled at the chains keeping his hands above his head, though at that point, it was in order to have better leverage to arch his back and lift his hips instead of to struggle in hopes of escaping. He tried grinding down on the human’s fist every time his prostate was hit, the strength of each plunge ripping surprisingly erotic wails from the lithe Kitsune. Sweat had gathered on Devitt’s pale but dirtied skin, shining in the low light of the fire along with the remnants of his own cum that lay still drying on his back. It dripped down his face, making similar tracks as his earlier tears while matting his hair, his ears twitching every which way in open pleasure.

Devitt was so lost to his own world that he only dimly realized what the human was doing, a few gasping cries of pained ecstasy the human’s reward as his hole was stretched even more to accommodate the cock along with the human’s arm. Just as before, though, what set him off was the feeling of the human’s hot cum filling up his abused cavern. It gave him a pleasantly full feeling that not even the fist fucking had been able to accomplish, though that too had appealed greatly to his darker side. The mix of all the sensations was soon too much for him, however, and, with a wordless scream, he soon came as well.

His body tensed with the force of his own orgasm, his inner walls massaging and clenching around the human’s hand and arm. Even his stretched hole was twitching as he spilled his seed into the ground below him before slowly tapering off, some strands of it staining his own stomach. Even several moments after his release, Devitt was quite dazed, but once he did come back to himself, the mix of emotions hit him face first. He had found pleasure in the human’s fist and arm fucking him, as if he were some base animal without any higher reason. He began whimpering softly in his shame and disgust as he breathed the scent of sex in the air. He trembled softly, both from exhaustion and the fact that the human was still quite deep within his ass, even the faintest of movements causing his breath to hitch at the sensations from his abused and raw inner walls.

 

[Northern Ranger]

He had come again.

Sebastian had to admit he was curious and impressed. Once again the Kitsune had orgasmed almost simultaneously to him. He was even momentarily stunned, with nothing but silence falling as he came down from his orgasm and the occasional ripple and clenching from the body beneath him. No wonder, since his arm was still buried in that sticky hole along with a small portion of his cock. The only sound being the crackling of the fire, the occasional huff from his horse but that was it. He carefully withdrew his cock, then his arm before reaching for the knife and using the handle to plug all the cum inside the Kitsune. Sebastian leaned down with a cold smile and snapped his teeth near his ear. "You stick of sex, good little whore," he muttered before walking away down to the river to clean his arm. He took a stop to pick up the flasks he used to gather some water before crouching near the river bank to wash the cum and blood away from his arm. He'd glance back occasionally to make sure the Kitsune was still in place before mulling over what his punishment could be. He knew part of it but he didn't feel it was enough.. He wanted the creature to pay for making him curious, pay for making him almost want more.

Once his arm was clean, he filled the flasks with water and paused for a moment, wondering if he should give the Kitsune a drink before smirking and deciding against it. If he wanted water he would have to ask and beg and it wouldn't be river water he would be getting. Rising and capping the flasks, he headed back to the fire and set them doing, pulling out a pot which he quickly filled with water, some vegetables from the sack and some left over rabbit before he was back over the Kitsune, crouching down like a hunter examining a kill. He hadn't tucked his cock back in his leathers yet since he still had some plans before dinner. Reaching down, he smoothed his fingers through some of the tears on his cheek, smearing them before eyeing the mess on his back. He hated that even his cum looked beautiful, and Sebastian was extremely reluctant to admit that this particular Kitsune did have a few pleasing attributes.

"Bet you regret spitting on me now you filthy creature. Look at you, stretched and filled with a human's cum and you actually enjoyed it you filthy animal. Giving into your base desires because you came again and I distinctly remember telling you to fucking not to. I thought dogs like you were easy to train but I guess you need a place like the compound to really whip you into shape." Sebastian took advantage of the Kitsune's almost calmness to pull a role of rope from his knapsack and loop it around a few times. It took him a few tries but eventually he had the rope over the nearest tree branch. One length was then attached to the chain of the Kitsune's wrists and the peg removed. Sebastian then pulled hard on the other length of the rope, the rope going taught and tugging the Kitsune to his feet (which were still tied to the ground) and the rope tied off and secured to the ground with the rope. Sebastian had pulled enough so that the other was actually suspended, though if he tilted his feet down and strained he could probably touch the ground with his toes. Happy, Sebastian moved back behind the Kitsune, crouching to gather some of his own cum off the ground and rising to reach around and spread it over his stomach.

"Look how fucking dirty you are, like trash. You smell like one of those fucking whores you find outside the tavern late at night rolling around in the dumpster begging for a fuck." Sebastian removed a few more objects from the back and grinned as he held up the first one. It was made of oak, carefully carved and sanded to resemble a large bulbous plug that had ridges all around, points that would rub and tease the entire time while keeping all contents inside. Then Sebastian carefully removed the knife and tossed it towards the fire, quickly feeding his cock into the Kitsune's abused hole and letting out a relieved sigh as he began... to relieve himself. Treating the Kitsune like the trash outside a tavern. Sebastian kept the Kitsune close, unable to resist the huffs of laughter as he pissed inside the creature. He would clean him later, but he had drank a lot today and now the Kitsune was being filled with urine and there was a lot. When the stream tapered off and the Ranger was satisfied, he pulled out, quickly and roughly slamming the large ridged plug into his body to keep it in.

Then he crossed in front, crouching down and smirking up at the suspended animal. "I wish your tribe could walk past. I bet they'd smell the cum on you, think you'd found your mate and really see you bound here like a fucking whore. Using a length of string made from horsehair, he parted the Kitsune's legs and tied it around his sack, tight and uncaring before he picked up a small rock from the ground and tied it a little further down so it pulled his balls away from his body.Another rock was tied on even further down the string before he picked up the third item which he tied around the base of the Kitsune's slender cock. "Just incase you get any idea's about coming again, that should teach you," he smirked, watching the sensitive skin be put under strain from the rocks and unable to resist hitting the stones and causing them to swing and tug before he turned and headed back to the fire.

 

[Noise]

Devitt was much too distracted with his shameful emotions to notice the heavy silence between them, though twitched and jerked a bit as the human’s cock and arm slid from his abused cavern and the hilt of the knife was used as a plug to his battered hole. He flinched when he sensed the human near him and heard the click of teeth, merely continuing his soft whimpering and mournful, humiliated tears. And yet, that darker part of him, the side he was coming to hate, couldn’t help but mentally purr at the praise given by the dominant male, as taunting and mocking as it was meant to be. It wanted more praise, more attention, wanted to give himself over fully to the human’s will and let the human do whatever he wished with him. It goes without saying that he did his best to silence that side of him, or at the very least, ignore it as best he could.

He weakly tugged at his chains, wanting nothing but to curl up into a little ball and sleep everything off. The whole day had been draining, and he was quite exhausted. He knew how useless it was to hope for such a mercy, though, instead dully watching the human clean up and gather water and things for food. The sight of food reminded his body of exactly how long it had been since he last ate, a quiet rumble originating from his stomach. He tried hiding his hunger, ignoring it even as the human crouched over him, though wasn't sure if he was able to effectively appear as if he were unaffected by the food. He flinched again as he felt the touch to his cheek, unable to resist the urge to shy away from the human’s fingers.

He found his weary gaze traveling up to meet the human’s eyes against his will, new tears forming at the words. They cut into him more than he would have liked to admit, more than he would ever show. Oh, yes, he regretted it immensely, but he could do nothing but go along with what the human wanted now. He hated how things had turned out, how backed into a corner he felt, no way out but to allow the human to treat him in such a perverse, barbaric way. Further more, he hated that he could even consider enjoying it, how his body had reacted to such ruthless, merciless touches. Even now, he could only shiver in fear, wondering what the cruel human had come up with as his punishment for being unable to control his body.

He slowly followed the human’s movements, hissing in pain as he was tugged off the ground and forced to stand. His shoulders and arms protested to the motion, tensing as his body weight was rested upon them. He desperately attempted to stretch and reach the ground with his feet to alleviate the painful tension, but it did little to actually help him. He was soon jolted out of his struggles, though, when he felt the cum being smeared over his already dirtied stomach. He dropped his gaze to the ground, his ears folding down against his head in humiliation at the words, for he knew that they were true to some extent.

As distracted as he was, he still caught sight of the wooden object from the corner of his eye, and immediately looked back up, despite the sharp pain the action caused his strained upper back. He inhaled sharply as the human’s cock was shoved back into his sore hole, his eyes widening when he felt the hot liquid filling him up. He let out a soft whine, mortified shame welling up as he pointlessly writhed within his bonds, hoping futilely that he could stop the human from doing such a thing. There was little he could do, however, besides allowing the human to relieve himself within his body. At least, that’s what he told himself, ignoring the twistedly pleasant thrum his body gave at being so full, even when he knew what exactly was inside of him.

He dropped his head once more as the human studied him in this shameful position, swallowing quietly at the simple thought of his clan seeing him in said state. It would probably be the one thing that could break him completely in one strike, the one thing that would damage his pride so far beyond recognition, that all that would be left was a submissive shadow of himself. Nevertheless, he wouldn’t give in so easily, even though he didn’t care to go so openly against his human captor. The next action merely reminded him of the man’s volatile temper. He groaned quietly as his balls were tied tightly away from his body, biting his lip as his cock was bound.

He twitched each time the weight of the rocks swung back and forth between his opened legs, yet the pain only added to the mess of sensations his exhausted mind had to sort through. The full feeling within his gut was nearly unbearable, though at that point, he was unsure if it was a good or bad thing. “P-Please.” He tried quietly, also unsure what exactly he was pleading for.

 

[Northern Ranger]

Sebastian settled near the fire, seating on the log and staring into the flames. He ignored the creatures plea, yet not from anger. He was confused now. Confused that the Kitsune had given him such unexpected reactions and his hand flexed at the memory. Staring at his arm now it was hard to believe only minutes before, the other had been stretched around him. His hand curled again, reaching instead to spear some rabbit on a stick and hold it into the fire to cook. What was more interesting was how the other had came. Twice. Both from something that should have had him hating every breath and screaming himself hoarse into the dirt. Granted the other had been screaming, had been in pain and there was blood but he'd still moaned. He'd pressed back and writhed and made beautiful sounds while on Sebastian's cock and arm. It was puzzling to say the least, even more so that Sebastian had almost enjoyed it. The power, the fact that the creature had reacted so beautifully to something so brutal. And yet they had both reached their orgasms and now the Kitsune was strung up for his use and looking damn good like that. He didn't know what to say so he concentrated on the food, tearing a piece off the rabbit to test how it was cooked.

Sebastian's anger never lasted long. It arrived fast, burned angry and left him feeling tired after it had passed yet he was wary the other would try to escape if he slept. Though it would take a lot of work to get out of that position. Struggling would cause the rocks to swing and that would be painful so Sebastian had to hope the other was focused in self preservation though there was a distinct wave of heat that moved through him at the thought of what was residing inside him. Two loads of cum and his piss (though for safety's sake he would rather have used water to keep him nice and full) but it had been convenient. Before they left tomorrow he would clean him, make sure there was nothing life threatening and carry on the journey. Besides, being strung up all night might teach the Kitsune some manners.

Night progressed, Sebastian making his meal and eating it while going through his usual checks of his equipment and then his horse in between bites before eventually his own need for sleep got too strong. He was however, still lingering on earlier events and he took what remained of the rabbit and stood, crossing back over to where the animal had been bound for surely over an hour now. He knelt to check the stones, making sure they wouldn't rip his sack from his body, made sure the string wasn't too tight before standing again and running his hand over the Kitsune's abdomen where the cum had long dried and left an almost sheen on his body. "I'll fill you so full you'll bulge just here, you won't be able to stop thinking about it or me," he smirked. "And the best part? I fill up your ass and all that pressure's gonna rest on that little spot inside you, that little lump that turned you into a writhing whore at my hands." There wasn't much malice in his words anymore, just fact. He had to assume their bodies were similar and even more so was his wonder as he glanced down at the Kitsune's cock, if he would be bought by someone that would decorate him.

Pushing that from his mind, he tore some of the meat from the bone and held it to the other's lips. "Eat. You're no used to me starved and dead." It was hard to think that this man now was the same angered brute from before, but his anger did always come in bursts and fizzle out quick. He didn't feel bad, not in the slightest. He simply wanted to do it again. And again. He wanted to see how well he could be trained, how much pain he could deliver and still have the animal cumming like a slut just from being touched. Things that would keep him occupied on their journey. He stayed where he was, planning on feeding the Kitsune all that was left if he wanted it.