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Trial of Servitude (Shirokuma & Marcus Roman)

ShiroKuma

ShiroKuma

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Name: Arian Damascus
Age: 17
Height: 5'5"
Hair Color: Pale Creamy White
Eye Color: Ocean Blue


A lone suspicious figure stood silently in a quiet dusty alley. He’d been waiting for a good few hours now, and in all honesty he’d rather be anywhere else right now. But he knew the consequences of disobeying his owners, the mere thought of what they’d do to him if he returned home without completing his job was enough to make the fresh bruise on Arian’s cheek throb in pain. For the first time in Arian’s life, the white haired boy had spoken out against the hands that fed him. Objecting to the heinous deed he was about to commit. Thinking about it was enough to make his entire body tremble slightly, tanned slender hands being lifted to wrap around his own shoulders could only do so much to calm his nerves.

His job was simple; approach a certain figure and gain his trust, follow the guy home, poison his drink, and if necessary he needed to finish the guy off with the concealed blade strapped to his thigh… Understanding it was simple, carrying it out though? Impossible. Especially since the target he was supposed to strike at was supposedly some sort of hulking monstrosity, Arian wasn’t even sure if the beast would be able to coherently communicate with him since not all anthro’s bothered to speak the human tongue.

Taking a few deep breaths, the boy calmed himself, partially hoping that the information he’d been given was inaccurate and that the crimson furred wolf would come nowhere near the alley today, while the other half of him knew that avoidance was only going to delay the inevitable. There was no authority to run to either, not one that would care. He had to kill the wolf. He wasn’t strong enough to defy his owners, and he wasn’t brave enough to attempt escape. Not after he’d seen the horrific torture one of the other boys had been subjected to before being disposed of. And if the gang members didn’t rip him to shreds, than the furry abominations that plagued the earth were bound to get to him sooner or later.
 
Brago Fireheart that was the name he went by these days, his real name only known to himself so that no one could track down his true identity in the hopes to use it against him. At the young age of twenty four the wolf hybrid had already changed his name more than a dozen times in order to keep himself hidden away, the jobs he took on in the belly of the underworld were often dangerous and made enemies out of many people. Though looking at the hulking figure at seven feet tall and over three hundred pounds of what looked to be all muscle one would not think there was much that could harm the crimson furred wolf. A mane of black fur flowing down his shoulders and back looking thick, a patch of white fur running from his chest to his groin mixing well with the black and crimson colored fur, he was quite the vicious looking creature.

Today's job had been a collection job, a couple of the places that were paying for protection to the Masari group had decided they were going to stand together and refuse to pay for their protection. Now the Masari's were well known so they couldn't walk into the places without a big fight breaking out, now Brago on the other hand wasn't part of any organization so they hired him to walk in and do the deed. No killing just some blood and broken bones because dead people couldn't pay for protection, it had been simple enough seeing as his kind were physically superior to humans in almost every way. He had gotten a decent chunk of change which he had stored into the back of his baggy pants, stupid humans caring about nudity as if it were something to be ashamed of Brago thought to himself as he walked along confident as could be.

He made his way towards the alley as that was his shortcut to the way home, he rarely used a vehicle because those were easier to track then someone walking in the places without cameras. With the amount of people that he had screwed over the years he didn't need anyone knowing where he would be, it seemed that there was someone that knew where he was going to be. He could smell the human waiting in the alley even through the smell of rotting food and hot garbage, his senses were at a much higher level than a human's so he stopped there at the entrance of the alley before speaking. "Come out or I'll consider you an enemy" he spoke in the human language, his voice rough and deep almost like a wolf's growl though the growl came afterward as a threat to the human that was waiting for him.If he had to guess it was probably those Russian guys from last week, he had stolen a prized Porsche from one of their chop shops on the request of some Persian humans.
 
The longer Arian was forced to wait, the more nervous he got. He didn’t want to cross paths with the creature he was waiting for, but if Brago didn’t come wandering over soon, the white haired boy would be forced to spend the night in the foul stinky alley. Eventually he’d have to return home and report that their informant had provided them with inaccurate information, the poor guy would undoubtedly be lynched, and Arian too would be punished in some form. Conflicted and confused as to what he really wanted, he’d been drawing circles with his feet when a rough feral growl called out to him from seemingly nowhere. The harsh hostile tone making Arian’s body tense up and blood go cold.

He’d made up his mind that moment. He didn’t want to meet the crimson wolf. If Arian had to die, he’d rather die by the hands of his barbaric masters. Not some freakish unpredictable monstrosity. All Arian could do was hold his breath and silently hope that Brago would go away. Though making the wolf wait was probably not the best idea, and as the savage growl increased in pitch, Arian gnawed at his bottom lip, before forcing his shaky legs to take a few steps forwards. Hesitantly stepping out of the shadows and into the centre of the alley.

His blue eyes only caught a brief glance of a towering silhouette standing at the entrance before they were closed tightly in fear. His mind trying to purge the shadow from his mind so that the rest of his body would take one step closer to the wolf. It only took a single glance to work out Arian wasn’t a vengeful thug. His slender arms and lithe frame made him look more like an orphaned thief if anything else; a rather successful one too since he wasn’t just skin and bones.

“S-sir?” he stuttered, his feet refusing to step any closer to the savage creature. Arian’s entire body trembled with fear, screaming at him for his suicidal actions.
“Co-could you… will you buy me?” Arian whimpered, expecting Brago to lunge and rip him to shreds at any moment now. Male prostitutes weren’t uncommon in this day and age, and many were open to the idea of sleeping with another male if it were purely for the sake of pleasure. Arian himself had gotten a few offers over the years, ranging from the homeless drug addicts, right up to a plump wealthy corporate man. His Owners often referred to him as a sissy, or a chick that was born with a dick between his legs. An insult which Arian thought was highly offensive, but it wasn’t like he could ask them to stop or anything.

Despite the offers though he’d never once accepted the filthy offers, disgusted by the prospect of letting someone touch and feel his body. He had no intentions of doing anything sexual with Brago either, but if he was going to approach the wolf under the guise of a prostitute he realized he’d have to let the wolf feel him up at least a little bit. “One… one night two copper pieces… please… I haven’t eaten anything in three days” he continued, offering a price that was too good to be true, two copper pieces would be enough for a decent soup, or a loaf of bread, and was far less than what a normal girl or guy in the business would charge. He wasn’t lying about not eating either. His owners had refused to feed him as of late, citing that it was time he grew up and earned his keep. Hunger wasn’t that big an issue since it wasn’t the first time Arian had been deprived of food, and while it’d be physically draining the last two days, his body had sort of adapted to the pain by the time he’d woken today.
 
When Brago got his first look at the little human that stepped out of the shadows and into the center of the alleyway he was well a little surprised to be a bit honest. In his head he had been expecting someone that looked well just a little bit more intimidating than this young human did, he could smell the fear permeating from the boy as he stuttered out sir in a questioning manner. The little human went on stuttering asking if he could be bought by the wolf hybrid before him, he could tell that this idea was not overly appealing to the young human as he practically whimpered the question out as if afraid Brago was going to eat him. Brago didn't take too much offense to the pretty boy's fear of him as he knew that he did not look cuddly with his large frame, muscles, and big sharp teeth but there wasn't much he could do to change that so people around him would have to deal with it.

He considered the proposal as he looked at the young prostitute carefully, Brago did have to admit that he found the little human appealing in almost every way and perhaps he could turn that scared shaking into pleasured shaking he thought playfully. Though that would depend entirely on the price because he knew plenty of these little streetwalkers that were charging outrageous prices because they thought that could and they often did get away with it. He didn't answer because he wanted to hear the price first, if you appeared too eager and asked first they used it against you raising the price sharply. Two copper pieces for a night that was fantastically cheap, if Arian didn't add the he hadn't eaten in three days then Brago would have thought this was some kind of scam regardless he was going to be watching the little human so he didn't get robbed when they were done with their fun business.

"Alright little boy but if you aren't clean or if I find out you are up to any kind of funny business then you will regret ever meeting me" he didn't exactly give a threatening growl as he had done earlier but he didn't really need to. Brago began walking towards the smaller male showing off that he was truly a giant compared to Arian, "give me a little spin" his large hand coming up to spin around "I want to see what I am paying for" he said in a demanding tone. True Brago wasn't some two bit thug that went around showing off how strong he was but he did know what he wanted and when he wanted something he got it Arian would soon learn that the 'hard' way. The wolf hybrid licked at his lips greedily as a myriad of images flooded his mind and most of them involved Arian in some compromising positions with his head thrown back as he felt Brago enter him over and over.
 
No matter how hard he tried to calm himself, his body just wouldn’t stop trembling. His knees feeling weak and his chest constricting with fear with every breath he took. He wanted to run so badly, but he’d shown himself to the wolf now, and Arian was certain that his stiff legs wouldn’t be carry him very far before the wolf would pounce and force him into experiencing something Arian knew he wouldn’t enjoy. The only comfort he could take was in the wolf’s earlier voice. It was a bit difficult to understand since it wasn’t an accent Arian recognized, but the words had definitely been in a language the young male understood.

It really shouldn’t have surprised him when Brago spoke once more, but he felt himself jumping out of skin, his heart seemingly stopping for a moment as the wolf explained the consequences of what would happen if Arian tried anything funny. Obviously Arian had every intention of doing something the wolf wouldn’t approve of. But hopefully that wouldn’t be an issue. After all, if Arian carried through with his plan the wolf would be dead, and dead creatures could make him regret anything… right?

“I-I’m clean… I think…” Arian mumbled, lifting his arm up and sniffing his skin. He’d bathed thoroughly before coming to the alley, but that’d been a few hours ago, and the soap he’d used was cheap budget stuff that was decent at best.
“If you’re not satisfied I… can wash again” he added, clearly giving away how he’d interpreted the wolf’s threat inaccurately. Showing just how inexperienced in this type of stuff. Arian was aware of diseases of course, but his mind was focused on how dirty this whole deed was.

When Brago started moving towards him Arian instinctively took a step back, backing away another step before stopping himself, and forcing himself to stand still. The wolf was terrifying, far more so than any other furred abomination Arian had seen during his life. The crimson fur looked as if it were burning angrily at him, and Arian shivered as he pictured just how well his blood stains would camouflage into the fur. When Brago was only a few feet away Arian realized just how big the wolf was, the savage eyes glaring down at him as the the broad shoulders and muscular arms towered over him, reminding him just how easy it would be for the wolf to end his life. What scared Arian the most though was easily the sharp glint of white that protruded from the wolf’s maw. Sharp fangs that looked nearly as menacing as the rest of the wolf combined. Despite his best efforts, he couldn’t help but take another step back when he imagined the teeth sinking into his flesh.

Arian doubted his ears when he was told to spin around. The mere thought of turning his back to the wolf made him want to cry. But he wouldn’t give the wolf the satisfaction. It was trivial request in comparison to what Arian was offering, and once convincing himself this was the wolf’s way of testing him, he slowly shuffled his body to face the other way, stopping once he’d turned 180, and giving the wolf a good few seconds to admire his curvy yet slender rump, the tight fabric of his jeans showing off more than Arian was comfortable with. Nervously rubbing his thighs together, he could feel savage eyes crawling over his back, but he knew he had to endure it.
 
Brago barely contained his laughter as Arian mumbled that he thought he was clean before sniffing at himself, the little male was not a very experienced prostitute which anyone could tell as they watched him sniffing at himself. Most likely the boy had been kicked out of wherever he was living and had no idea what to do for money so he was offering himself up to anyone even if that anyone was a scary hybrid like Brago. One could tell that Arian was more than uncomfortable around Brago and that was understandable as hybrids had a rather unsavory reputation because some of them could be quite violent, the blending on human and animal was not as simple as one might think. Brago had animal instincts like any other animal along with the human intelligence, it was just oh put a human's brain inside of a human animal body, there were still parts of the animal brain within.

As Arian turned around to show off his best 'ass'et Brago couldn't help but grin down at him, even now the alpha wolf part of his brain was demanding he simply claim the weaker smaller male here in the alley. It took all of his self control to keep that part of his brain from coming out constantly, so instead Brago reached forward with one very large hand to grasp the boy's backside firmly. Both cheeks in one hand squeezing the supple flesh through the fabric of his jeans while his middle finger slipped between the boy's legs to rub against his manhood softly. "You are a very appealing boy" he said in a thickened tone as he found himself giving another firm squeeze to those lovely cheeks of Arian's, most probably would have decided to take the cute boy right there but Brago wanted him in the comfortable of his territory at least for the first time. That large hand now pulled away and he spun the boy around with his hand easily "and by clean I meant diseases" he said rather specifically so Arian wouldn't be getting the wrong idea in his head again.

"I am clean and I do not plan on getting killed by some nasty disease for a nice piece of ass" he growled lowly while giving a compliment at the same time because one had to give credit where credit was due. "So when we arrive at my home and get down to the fun stuff if you aren't clean you won't be leaving under your own power" he growled softly before walking off expecting Arian to follow. "I'll make something to eat when we get to the house so you'll have plenty of energy to finish our business" he said in a playful tone as he continued to walk away. Brago could be vicious, ruthless, bloodthirsty but that wasn't everything he was, he didn't have to be a dick to get what he wanted it just helped when he needed to get something and he didn't care what got in his way. Brago wasn't always a big name in town, some times he wasn't sure if he was going to survive when he was younger so perhaps this was partly pity along with lust for Arian but he wouldn't say that out loud.
 
Sensing the monstrous creature closing the space between them, Arian wanted to cry out for help. All thoughts of being punished by his owners leaving his mind and being replaced with fear towards the beast. He could only hope that the wolf wasn’t interested in guys, and that he was only humouring the boy’s pathetic request. But such hopes were swiftly wiped out when a large firm hand was pressed against his rear, causing Arian’s entire body to tense, his trembling body suddenly going stiff and still, not daring to move. The only thing he could do was shut his eyes tight and hope it’d be over soon. It was just a grope… and lewd grab. It wasn’t the first time someone had grabbed at him, but this was the first time Arian wasn’t allowed to cringe away in disgust or angrily shove a fist in the guy’s face. Punching the wolf wouldn’t serve him well in any way, and it was easier to imagine his wrist snapping from the impact than the wolf taking any notable damage.

The compliment was more insulting than complementary, but with great reluctance Arian convinced himself to continue playing the part of a helpless boy desperate for money. “Th-than-thank you si-nyah!” he cried out, feeling something rub against his sensitive privates. A strange sensation has electrocuted his body the moment Brago had touched him, but Arian decided to chalk it down as unexpected surprise. His attempt to run away was swiftly denied by a powerful arm grabbing and spinning him around. His face tinged with heated anger and embarrassment at his outburst, he’d attempted to refuse the wolf by shouting out ‘no’ but the cry had sounded much more like one of those slutty hybrid neko girls mewling out while they were in heat.

Being spun around and forced to stare into the wolf’s golden eyes, Arian’s brain must have gone numb with fear, or overheated from the humiliating touches he’d been forced to endure since his better judgement wasn’t fast enough to prevent him from snapping angrily at the wolf’s clarification of what he’d meant earlier. “Disea… what?” he asked sounding offended,
“Of course not, I’ve never done anything like this befor….I mean I’m slept with plenty of girls!… but I’m not infected… not yet at least anyway” he stated, Arian hadn’t been with any girl, in fact he’d never even held the hand of one. But admitting that felt like admitting he was inferior and undesirable. The last part was mumbled quietly under his voice so that even the wolf couldn’t possibly hear what had been said clearly.

The promise of food was nearly completely missed, his hunger overwhelmed by his embarrassment and pride. When Brago turned to leave Arian followed immediately, intent on making sure that the wolf didn’t see through him and identify him as the virgin boy he was. “I’m serious, I-“ he started trying to overturn his earlier outburst. It wasn’t until the wolf mentioned the transaction between them that Arian snapped out of it. His steps halting, and his blue eyes gazing off towards the entrance of the alley, wondering if he could still make a run for it. He’d successfully managed to gain the wolf’s interest… so that was the first part taken care of. The question he had to ask himself now was whether he preferred to risk his life on escape or murder… and after burying his face in the palm of his hand and cursing his unlucky stars, he trotted after the wolf, struggling to keep up with the wolf’s strides.
 
Anyone with a brain could see that little Arian here was not enjoying being felt up in such a way by the large wolf, the way his body was so tensed one might have expected him to suddenly explode. He did find the boy's reaction to a simple touch to be an amusing one and he suspected that regardless of what Arian said the boy had liked the touch, Brago enjoyed making his partners get loud because their moans, groans, gasps, squeals and screams were such a turn on for him. He could see that Arian was embarrassed by the reaction that he had given and perhaps a little angry that Brago had taken things a bit far with his touch but the wolf did not care for they would be doing far more later. Brago of course heard Arian being offended and what not about the disease thing but he didn't care about that either, every one in that profession said they were clean because if they weren't clean they lost most if not all of their business.

He could hear the little human trotting to catch up to him and he smiled just a tiny bit, even if he did have to pay for the company it was better than not having any especially when it was so cheap he thought to himself. His home was at least a few more minutes away at their current pace so he decided to talk a little, "tell me your name and some of your favorite kinks" he basically ordered though not harshly. It was something he did any time he had a partner he knew very little about because they weren't expecting it, Brago liked surprising them by using their favorite kinks against them in bed. Prostitutes were all so confident that their johns couldn't surprise them or be better than them in bed so it was always fun to break that confidence though it didn't seem like Arian was like most of them seeing as he had very little experience. One had to wonder what that cute little face was actually hiding, after all everyone wore a mask and Brago assumed that Arian's mask was playing the cute innocent boy when perhaps he was more wild than he liked to admit but the crimson wolf couldn't be sure about that either.
 
Sensing apathy from the wolf, Arian was a bit annoyed that the wolf would threaten him and then not care about his answer. He wasn’t diseased. He hadn’t even hadn’t even been kissed never mind full on sexual intercourse. Though he supposed he couldn’t say he was a hundred percent clean considering how he’d never had a medical checkup simply due to the fact that he couldn’t afford one. His owners couldn’t care less if he had some fatal disease, and Arian himself figured that knowing he was sick would only be a mental burden, especially since medicine was not only expensive, but also hard to come by. That said, he didn’t feel like he was sick, his body moved as he wanted it to, and the only pain he ever felt was when he was kicked or punched by his owners for screwing up, or the constant hunger that occupied his stomach. Frowning a bit at the wolf, it took a few moments for Arian to realize that he should just let the topic go. It really didn’t matter anyway did it? After all, there was no way he’d let the wolf do anything that explicit with him.

When the wolf bluntly asked him what he liked in bed. Arian couldn’t hold back a horrified gasp, but what really screwed him over was the way his knees wobbled, and his feet accidentally crossed over on another, effectively tripping himself over and causing him to stumble forward. It really didn’t help that he’d be maintaining a brisk pace to keep up with the wolf, and before he knew it he collided face first against the crimson fur, his face buried against the wolf’s back and his tanned slender arms instinctively holding on to the only thing available, clutching onto the wolf’s body in a unexpected embrace.

His senses were suddenly put on overload as the warmth of another body, was coupled with the dominant exotic scent. Images of Brago holding his head down and brutally shoving his thick shaft down the boys throat, before shoving him up against the wall and ruthlessly entering him from behind. The thought of being wedged between a cold concrete wall and Brago’s warm sculpted figure was more than enough to make his heart skip a beat, and his cheeks flare up.

“S-sorry, my name... uhh A-arian” he blurted out, shaking his head furiously as he pulled away. Normally he would have used a fake name or something to hide his identity, but it wasn't like Arian was famous, and Brago would be dead soon anyway.... either the wolf or Arian depending on whether the boy succeeded or not. Hugging himself once more as if it would act a barrier between the wolf and himself. “I… I like… kissing? And umm being held?” he asked, his inexperience really showing. He’d never even thought of having sex, much less with a furred monstrosity. So naturally he didn’t have a list of complicated kinks he wanted to try out.
 
It seemed like this little male truly had no experience Brago thought to himself as he heard the horrified gasp with those sharp ears of his, Arian was definitely lying about doing anything with girls as he said earlier. If Arian had any experience it would have been evident because prostitutes had to set guidelines about what they liked and didn't like so a client didn't try something during sex but Arian here didn't know that because it was his first time. Brago was still on the theory that Arian was a young man that didn't know how to fend for himself so he was doing this because he was desperate, Brago didn't mind that at all because it would mean he would get to break the boy in and get some nice reactions. Perhaps his pace was a little too fast he wasn't sure but what he was sure of was that Arian had tripped and bumped into him from behind, the boy barely moved him but he did feel him embracing him in an attempt to stop himself from falling onto the ground.

What Brago did smell in the air shortly after was just a smidge of arousal coming from Arian as the boy held himself there for a second, the wolf could not help but grin a little as he knew what that had been. Humans had a scent or musk to them that some humans found appealing, hybrids had a much more powerful scent as human and animal mixed together creating an intoxicating scent that could overwhelm those that smelled it. He had no idea what Arian thought of when he smelled Brago's intoxicating scent he just knew it was something sexual, he held still for a moment so Arian whose name Brago now knew could pull away stuttering like an embarrassed girl because of something so small. Soon after they began walking again Arian went on to questioningly answer his question with kissing and being held as if those counted as kinks and he couldn't even be sure which had Brago grinning again.

Without warning he spun around to Arian and using this strong hands of his he pressed Arian against the wall of the alleyway which they were nearly out of now. He could have easily smashed Arian against the cold brick wall but Brago controlled his strength so he was merely pinning the smaller male there as he stood over him, those deep golden eyes looking into Arian's now. "Tell me the truth" he let those words hang in the air by themselves as he pressed his large muscular form against the boy's lightly "you have no real sexual experience do you Arian?" he asked the question knowingly. In their current position Brago could do so many things to the cute wanna be prostitute but he preferred to wait until he was home and could relax though he wouldn't tell Arian that.
 
Confused and a little bit surprised now that he had time to think things over, the young boy had fully expected the full the lash out and smack him away. The creature’s savage appearance definitely gave off such a vibe, and even if Brago hadn’t been able to predict Arian’s collision with his freakish non-human senses, the boy had expected some sort of punishment. If the conversation so far was anything to go by, Brago clearly thought he held some sort of sexual disease, and naturally he figured the beastly male wouldn’t want him touching him until it could somehow be proven otherwise.

Waiting for the death sentence that never came. Arian was nothing short of relieved when Brago resumed their journey, not offering any comment on both the accident and the kinks he’d listed. Staring at the wolf’s broad shoulders reminded Arian of his own childhood when he actually had a figure he could rely on and look up to. The man’s sturdy back had been nowhere near as broad as Brago’s, but from a child’s eyes the man had been enormous. The man had been the only one in Arian’s life that had cared enough. Even now he could remember the first time the man had snuck him a sugary treat. Ruffling his hair and making Arian promise to keep it a secret.

Glancing uncertainly at Brago, the wolf was nothing like the caring man from his childhood. But whether it be an internal longing for safety, or the lingering affects of the deliciously manly scent, Arian could help but imagine what it would be like to have those strong hands ruffling his hair, his imagination trying to picture Brago offering him a treat and smiling, but quickly averting the idea as the smile looked way more menacing than friendly. Instead his mind reverted to the previous idea. Narrowing his eyes a bit as he imagined the hands on his head again. The imaginary hands however slowly travelled down his neck, over his shoulders and down his body.

Shaking his head furiously at the thought, he refused to believe he’d been aroused for even a moment. Arian wasn’t like that. He didn’t want to become like the grotty men that cared only for booze, drugs and sex. He was better than that. He’d made a promise long ago with the man that he’d never let himself fall that low.

Lost in his own thoughts, he was completely unprepared when strong hands suddenly knocked him back. His body locking up like a deer caught by headlights. The most he could do was turn his head up slightly as he was pin threateningly against the wall. Blue eyes filled with fear, and tinged with nervous hope. Though the hope was almost instantaneously purged from thought. Replaced by an flaming anger towards not only Brago, but mainly towards himself. For a moment. Just for a split moment Arian had imagined and hoped for the events in his imagination to actually happen. He’d never admit that though, on the contrary it actually strengthened his resolve to kill Brago. The sooner he got away from the beast, the sooner his mind would be free of such dirty thoughts.

It was perhaps the self-loathing anger that caused him to act so recklessly, the fear in his eyes being overpowered as the hostile glare took over. Whether Arian pleaded for his life or not made little difference, the monster would do to him, what he planned to do regardless of what Arian did. But even then, he couldn’t quite hide the quiver in his voice as he spoke out. “I’m not l-lying, I’ve slept with more women than you’ll ever g-get” Arian snapped, almost immediately regretting his words. It was an outright lie. The way his eyes shifted sideways, in an attempt to avoid the golden gaze was enough to figure that out.
 
Brago chuckled deeply and that was not an overly pleasant sound because it was a mocking chuckle "well if you have been with even one woman that would be very true little one" he said in playful tone. "I have known from a very young age that my desires were not for females but for males" Brago spoke confidently and without shame because he had none, he was an alpha wolf he got what he wanted regardless of what others thought. "But you haven't been with anyone male or female" he stated as a matter of fact before leaning down to take in a deep breath, his nose twitching as it was filled with the delicious scent of the boy "I can smell it" he whispered teasingly. Now this was an absolute lie as a wolf hybrid Brago could smell fear, arousal, even sickness but when it came to smelling whether or not someone was a virgin he had no idea but of course Arian probably didn't know that either he thought to himself playfully.

"Now you can go on with this little lie and I will leave you in the alley by yourself hungry or you can admit that you are a little virgin who has never experienced the pleasure of sex before and we can go on like this never happened". Half the reason Brago was doing this is because he enjoyed making people squirm, he knew when he was in control and they would know as well just as Arian was learning right now "so what will it be?" the crimson furred hybrid asked in a challenging tone. Despite what Arian was thinking Brago did like the boy because he was a feisty little thing that was doing what he had to rather than sitting there begging on the streets, Brago disliked seeing healthy people begging on the streets when they could have been working. Some wouldn't call prostitution a job but it was a job because there was a demand for it, the only people that they should blame are the ones that were making the demand for such a job.
 
“…Males?” Arian whispered softly, his body shuddering from an unknown sensation that swirled through his entire being. His racing heart further increasing its thumping pace. The words should have terrified him, and made him want to flee as far away from the wolf as possible, but instead he felt his warmed cheeks flush a bit with something else. He knew it wasn’t a compliment towards him. Half the world’s population were males, so it wasn’t like Brago had told him he was special or anything. But being used to a life of ridicule, insults and never being good enough, Arian was overly sensitive towards being praised in any shape or form, no matter how small or insignificant the remark was.

“I’m not lying I’ve been with-“ he retorted almost instantly, when being accused of lying. Though his words were quickly cut off by the wolf leaning in closer and sniffing his small tensed up body. His slender arms hugging themselves protectively as the wolf’s breathing tickled the boy’s exposed skin. What horrified Arian the most though was the way his mind blurred. His body picking up the familiar warmth and masculine scent from the wolf once again. It wasn’t an unpleasant smell, on the contrary Arian rather liked it, although the effect it had on him was much like an illicit drug. Tempting his mind into intoxicating darkness, and promising something Arian couldn’t quite distinguish. It made him want to submit, to cast away his responsibilities and common sense in favour of being accepted into the unknown. To be embraced and dominated violently by the hulking beast before him.

“I… I-“ he stuttered, his arousal twitching slightly as dirty thoughts entered his mind once more. He didn’t know how Brago could know about his sexual history, or lack thereof. But the wolf seemed absolutely convinced he was a virgin, and there was no way of masking his own smell if his scent really did indicate how he remained innocent and pure. The only thing holding him back was the possibility that Brago would get upset at him for lying not once, but twice. His insistence of being experienced had gone a bit too far for him to honestly admit otherwise. But at the same time he couldn’t keep up the little farce.

Shaky hands reluctantly unravelled themselves from Arian’s body, and slowly moved forward, delicate fingertips lightly pressing against the wolf’s firm stomach, blue eyes looking pleadingly up at Brago’s golden orbs. His eyes a bit moist, and his lips quivering as he spoke. “If… you’ve like guys so much, I guess I’m not good enough for you then?” Pausing a moment, before hesitantly explaining himself, “I’m short, weak and I always get told by… people that I’d have been better off born without a dick… I’m not exactly the definition of manly” he smiled weakly, feeling a bit betrayed. The warmth in his chest from the earlier comment being completely negated as Arian realized he was perhaps more female than male if certain parts of his body weren’t to be taken into consideration. He was thin, frail, and despite his time on the streets his skin remained silken smooth, his hands soft to the touch. Even his facial features were far from being what one would consider handsome.
 
It would seem that Arian was going to continue lying to Brago and to himself but he stopped midway through a stuttering sentence which meant Brago would give him a chance to correct himself or complete the lie. In which case Brago would simply leave Arian here at the entrance of the alley because he wasn't going to go back on his word because doing that would make him look weak and Brago was anything but weak. The crimson furred wolf waited patiently and it paid off as Arian decided to end the little charade finally, it seemed that he was a little more than shaken up though Brago thought as he caught sight of those moist eyes and quivering lips. He looked fucking adorable Brago thought to himself which would have been an odd thing to hear from the hulking wolf hybrid, the wolf listened to Arian's put downs of himself which was probably why he had insisted on trying to pass himself off as experienced.

Brago reached up and grasped Arian's chin lightly "you are a silly little human" he said in a playfully soft tone, "first of all if you were not appealing to me then why would I have allowed you to come with me at all?" he asked very bluntly so Arian would actually think about it. "Everyone has different likes and mine center around pretty little males like your" he leaned in to whisper those words hotly into Arian's ear, "your smooth flesh, your delicious smell, the sounds you will make, all of it excites me more than anything else" he continued to whisper before pulling his head away slowly. His voice going back to normal "as for the other stuff about others well fuck them" he said that rather harshly "the only person that can judge you is you the rest of the world just has to deal with it". Not exactly ground breaking advice but it was really all Brago knew because no matter how terrible the world around him had gotten he had faced it head on with his confidence and willpower and here he was now.

"Now are you ready to go or should I continue my little pep talk?" he asked in a teasing tone while giving the boy a playful grin as he knew that giving advice was not a strong point of his.
 
Arian didn’t know what to expect when he was grabbed, part of him even expected Brago to break his jaw, perhaps a worthy punishment for his unauthentic claim to sexual experience. Hearing the wolf call him small really shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did considering how most creatures probably appeared small to Brago. Being called silly by a primitive animal-like creature was bad enough, but Arian had been called small countless times in his life, and not once had it been in a positive way. Arian didn’t know why Brago had bothered to accept his offer either to be honest. Unlike the other ugly males that had made passes at him, Arian could tell that Brago was handsome by anthro standards, and even if he wasn’t the hard muscled body was something anyone could appreciate. Especially a scrawny little guy like Arian used to dream of one day having such a physique when he was a child.

He could only assume that the reason Brago had accepted his offer was either to humour him, or because Arian had offered services for what Arian figured was the standard price. He’d seen prostitutes selling themselves for much higher during his life, but they were all gorgeous women wearing silken garments and housed in expensive living buildings. There were others that worked on the streets of course, but none of them looked financially well off, in fact most seemed malnourished, and thin. Hence the reason Arian had set his price to the equivalent of a loaf of bread.

“Prett-what?” Arian interjected, looking extremely pissed by the compliment that he interpreted as a further insult against his actual gender. Though despite the annoyed exterior, a faint blush surfaced on his cheeks indicating how part of his anger came from wanting to hide his embarrassment. Compliments weren’t his strong point after all. He would have said something unpleasant too, but the hushed heated air that brushed against the boy’s skin as Brago described him left Arian speechless. His mouth opening and closing twice, before deciding that he really couldn’t say anything to such a graphical description without making him seem like a complete idiot.

Waiting for Brago to pull away, Arian hesitated a bit before reluctantly trailing after the wolf, keeping a bit more distance between himself and the wolf this time so that he’d at least have time to react if Brago decide to shove him around again. Brago’s words were so wrong, it reminded Arian how they came from completely different walks of life. The attitude of deal with it only worked for those that had power. If Brago did something Arian didn’t like the boy would simply have to deal with it. Though if Arian did something Brago didn’t like, ‘deal with it’ was hardly a likely response. The world was the same. People like him had to suck up to the world, gain it’s favour in hopes of being stuck by miraculous luck. If the world judged him to be unworthy it he’d starve, be beaten, and be left vulnerable to all sorts of torturous occurrences.

With no further words to offer the wolf, Arian fell deathly silent. The light footsteps that followed the wolf the only indication of the boy’s existence. It was clear Brago had struck a nerve, and while Arian was going to deal with it the only way he could. Silently sulk and hope that the thought would pass sooner rather than later.
 
One could see that Arian's anger at the pretty compliment was just to hide the embarrassment which showed with the blush upon his cheeks only making Arian cuter. It seemed that Arian was upset with him as he wasn't saying a word he just followed behind the crimson furred wolf quietly, so he wasn't willing to admit he was a virgin either Brago thought to himself as they walked out of the alley and down the sidewalk together. Brago preferred to live away from the city because all of the noise and smells of the city but his work was here, the best he could get was having a remote home for the city, his home was an old warehouse that he had rented out all for himself. The lot was basically abandoned as the warehouse was unsafe for working conditions and living conditions most like according to the government's people at least, but Brago was good with his hands and this wasn't exactly a legal living arrangement so he didn't have to worry about that.

He had to reach into the pocket of his pants to pull out the key for the main gate which was solid painted black iron with tipped tops to fend off intruders though they were easy enough to avoid. The real problem was getting by all of the security cameras that swept across the lot at separate times along with night lenses so it could catch any intruders at night. The outside looked like a normal sized brick building not too appealing to those that looked at it, the appeal would come from the inside as he had completely changed it from the bare industrial warehouse look to a giant home. The floor mostly covered by a multitude of nice carpets, the gold and dark red colors mixing well with the brick and concrete, there was no dirt or rusty beams he kept his place clean. Two black leather chairs and a dark grey long corner couch with a foot rest to be moved around on both sides, a bar counter with marble top in the kitchen which was fully stocked with cabinets, stove, microwave, and oven.

Brago had installed most of the stuff in the building which had been absolutely decrepit when he first found it, the insides were covered with cobwebs and dust that it required a hose to spray it all down. The water pipes had been rusted through and had to be replaced, he had to but about twenty electrical rat traps to get rid of all of all of them, "what would you like to eat?". The crimson furred wolf asked in a casual tone as he shut the heavy metal door behind him and made his way into the kitchen which had a double door fridge that was always packed with food because the wolf could get very hungry. Most of the food he consumed had some sort of meat within it but he did make things like pasta and vegetables as well, he wasn't a big fan of fruits but he ate them sometimes just for the vitamins that he supposedly needed.

(Sorry for the wait.)
 
Trailing a safe distance behind the crimson wolf now, Arian couldn’t help but feel a bit sulky at the unprovoked assault on him…. Well it wasn’t really unprovoked considering how Arian had lied through his teeth. Furthermore he’d approached the wolf with the intentions of ending Brago’s life, so unprovoked was perhaps a bit too much of an understatement. No, there was no point fooling himself. He wasn’t upset at Brago for shoving him against the wall, he was upset at himself for getting excited, even for just a split second. The thought should have disgusted him and made him scream in either burning fury or pure terror, but instead of doing either he’d trembled like an infant and stuttered like a virgin girl, afraid but eager to see what sort of world lied on the other side of a little show of bravery.

His sulking immediately ceased the moment they arrived though. His eyes widening in horror as Brago began to unlock the steely gates, the way it creaked open reminded the young man of a dungeon cellar. But more importantly the building, Brago’s supposed home resembled one of those torture sheds. Arian had been fortunate enough to never be exposed to what happened in the warehouses his ‘owners’ held, but on several occasions he’d heard bone chilling screams from within, pathetic desperate pleas which would soon be followed by another blood curdling cry for mercy.

Flickering his eyes uncertainly from Brago to the warehouse, Arian took a subconscious step back from the building, knowing full well that once he stepped foot inside, he’d never be able to get out without the cooperation and mercy of the large wolf holding him captive there. Arian hadn’t really known what to expect, a dirty apartment, a run down shack, even a cardboard house slapped together in a filthy alley somewhere. None of them had really appealed, but compared to what he was being faced with now he would gladly have taken any of those options. “I… I thought we were going to your home?” Arian mumbled, hoping that Brago would laugh out aloud and tell him that it was all just a joke. Perhaps there was a nice little cottage or something behind the warehouse? Yeah. Keep dreaming.

Prepared to sign his life away, Arian forced himself to follow the wolf, chanting in his mind that an abandoned warehouse would be ideal to hide the wolf’s hulking body. Trying to ignore the buzz of camera’s that watched his every step, Arian was about to speak up again when Brago opened up his home and invited the boy inside. The brief moment of hesitation being quickly replaced with absolute awe as his eyes lit up, and his mouth hung open in astonishment. Thoughts of torture, his mission, even the existence of the wolf himself managed to slip his mind as the boy excitedly kicked off his shoes and socks, and stepped inside, brushing past Brago and stepping inside onto the carpet, gasping at just how pleasant the carpet felt against his feet. No cobwebs, no rat droppings, no cracked wall to let the wind whistle in at night, no broken roof to let the rain soak up the place, not even a harsh concrete floor. It might not have been overly impressive to a member of a middle class family, but to Arian it was heaven on earth. “Wow, just…. Wow” he stated completely lost for words, he dropped onto the floor and lay on the carpet, closing his eyes blissfully. “It’s even softer then my bed…” he murmured happily rubbing his cheek against the carpet, it was only the sensation of something furry against his cheek that made him remember who he’d come with. A panicked look flashing in his eyes as he quickly sat up and glanced over at the wolf in the kitchen. Blinking a few times in confusion when he was asked what he’d like to eat.

“Bread?... Soup?...Uhm how about a potato?” he offered, wandering just how far he much he could ask for. In honesty he wasn’t as hungry as he thought he’d be. He wanted to enjoy the comfort of a properly furnished home for a change, food could wait. Arian had never enjoyed eating much anyway, the bread was always hard and tough, and the soup watery. The once in a month delicacy of a baked potato was perhaps too much to ask for, but it was worth a shot right?

His conservative suggestions were brought to an abrupt halt when something caught his eye. Shocked at first, in doubt the next. He quickly got up and pattered his way to Brago’s side, staring into the fridge in complete awe. He hadn’t expected someone like Brago to be able to afford proper vegetables and fruit. The most alarming was the red juicy meat that filled the fridge in abundance. Meat was the food of the wealthy, or at least that was what Arian had been told at least anyway. Even his Owners only had it once or twice a year during special occasions. Eyes sparkling with curiosity and hope, he looked up at Brago with almost pleading eyes. His stomach rumbling loudly as he hunger suddenly surged. It took every bit of self control to not let the drool in his mouth slip past his lips.
 
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