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This is an X-Files Alternate Universe story with scenes of rape, sexual abuse and discipline. Be advised. This is the sequel to Ride Him Cowboy.

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Jim Gray mused as he did some necessary chores <Fox looks so cute with his fox cub brand. Everyone who sees it will know that he’s mine at one glance. When he first told me his name was Fox it was natural for me to brand him!  He is mine! >  He looked at Fox sleeping in the loft. <Now all I have to do is convince my little Fox that he is mine.  I will have to be firm with him until he is broken to my rein.  But, I don’t want to break his spirit.  I’ll have to be patient.  But it will be worth it.>

He was realistic enough to realize that it would be a battle and that Fox would fight him at every turn and try to escape whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He looked towards the loft, < He’ll try to escape soon, may be even the day after tomorrow.  Tuesday will be his D-day. >

<Enough worrying for tonight. > Hearing his stomach growl he decided that he was hungry and tired.  He went to his pantry and pulled out a can of chicken and dumplings, which he warmed and ate.  Doing his customary check of the cabin, seeing that the fire was banked for the night and that the cabin was locked tight.  He turned in and slept uninterrupted until 7 a.m. Sunday.  Upon waking he did a quick check of Fox who was still sleeping the sleep of the innocent.  He went out to take care of the livestock, it was only after his animals had been fed and turned out to graze that he took care of his own breakfast.  He would have to muck out the stalls before he could put the animals back in for the night.  He decided that this would become one of Fox’s chores.

It was 9:00 and Fox was still asleep.  He decided to wake him at 10, which would give them plenty of time for lunch before they went to retrieve his cow.  The cow was on the other side of the mountain, with his dad, James, and younger brother, Ben.  The two men shared a cabin about an hour away on horseback.

<A homemade potpie will be just the ticket for lunch. >  He went into the root cellar and returned with all the supplies he needed for the pie.  He was going to combine venison with rabbit to make his pie.  He put in carrots, onions and potatoes as well.  He quickly made the dough for the crust and by 10:00 it was ready to put into the oven.  While it was cooking he would wake Fox.  He went back to his room and got one of the packages he had deposited in his room yesterday in it was a feather with a long stem. He liked using a feather to wake people up he had discovered this kink when he first started breaking the slaves as a teenager.  When he arrived he stood and watch Fox sleep and decided that while they were at his dad’s he would get Ben to give him a very thorough examination.  It was a good thing that Ben was so good at healing, having learned it from their grandmother the best in her time.

Jim very gently and carefully pulled back the cover and exposed the bare body underneath it.  He moved closer and began to caress Fox’s bottom with the feather just a feather light touch.  He smiled in amusement as his victim squirmed and flicked the pest away but stayed sleeping.  He then moved towards the anus area and lightly caressed it.  This caused Fox to part his legs just enough for Jim to get to his inner thighs.  He alternated from anus to thighs until Fox awoke with a start.  Fox turned when he heard laughter and looked into the amused face of his captor.  He scowled when he saw the feather and said, “That’s not funny.”

“Maybe not but it sure woke you quick enough,” and throwing the package to him remarked further, “there’s clothes in there; hurry up and get dressed lunch is cooking and then we have to leave.”

With his curiosity peaked Fox made short work of getting dressed and came down in sock feet.  “Where are we going?” he asked.  “We’re going to my family’s home place just on the other side of the mountain.  We need to pick up my cow and I want to show you off.”  Fox blushed and stammered.  “Sshow me off?”

“Yes, I always show my dad and brother my new acquisitions.”

“I am not an acquisition! I am a kidnapped victim!”

“The brand on your butt says otherwise at least in these mountains. You belong to me now and the sooner you learn it the better.”

“NO!  I’ll never belong to you.”

“We’ll see.  How do the clothes fit?”

“Fine, but there aren’t any boxers!”

“No, you don’t need them.  They would only get in the way.”

Fox blushed again at the implication.

Jim went and checked on the potpie and found it ready, the sauce oozing from the crust.  “Fox sit down, lunch is being served.”  Fox did what he was told for once.  Jim poured him a cup of coffee and placed the potpie in front of him and said, “Just serve yourself.”  He followed his own words and served himself and started to eat all the while Fox did nothing.

“Fox, don’t make me serve you a spanking before lunch.  Just think of how sitting on that saddle is going to feel on a heated bottom.”

The threat worked and Fox served himself the smallest helping that he could and took a few bites and drank a couple of swallows of coffee.  “I’m done.” Fox announced.

Jim just watched and didn’t say a thing.  He knew that his brother would prescribe a tonic to improve Fox’s appetite and most likely daily doses of cod-liver oil.  Fox would be healthy in spite of himself.  He knew from experience that cod-liver oil and castor oil were two of Ben’s favorite store bought remedies and that he relied heavily on them both.  He would just wait for the show to begin.  But he felt that he had better tell Fox about the family business.  He could be seeing part of it today anyhow.

“Before we get started for Dad’s I feel I must tell you about the family business.”  Fox thought Jim was going to tell him that they are moon shiners.  He was totally astonished when Jim told him, “Our business is the acquiring, breaking in and selling of young men for companions.”

“You what???” shouted Fox.

“We acquire young men, either in the 18 – 30 year range or young looking men like yourself.  My cousins Tom and Mark pick them out and trick them in accompanying them.  They bring them to me and I break them in.  You had a taste of what that means.  When I complete my part I pass them on to my dad who trains them to “serve” and the many ways they can service their owners.  After he’s finished my uncles Frank, Ned and Jed take them to the buyers and sell them.  There are always buyers.

The first thing I do is to brand them with our logo, a cabin against a mountain.  The brand is about the size of a quarter, and I usually put it near the crease of the right inner thigh.  That way when they go up on the auction block every sees our logo and know that they have been trained fully in the ways of serving a master,” Jim said proudly.

Fox was flabbergasted at his words.  “That’s slavery for immoral purposes,” sputtered Fox angrily.  “What about their families, their loved ones?  How can you treat them like property?”

“Don’t you worry about them, the ones we take are either homeless or do not have anybody that cares much less loves them.  These are the throwaways.”

“Now when we arrive at Dad’s there is a possibility that there will be two boys being trained.  My dad is a strict disciplinarian who is in the process of ‘whipping’ these boys into shape.  You would be wise not to say anything about what you see being immoral.  Trust me he will not like it.”  Fox only glared at him.  He had no intention of obeying.

While he had been explaining the facts of life to Fox, Jim had been taking care of the leftovers and washing the pan and dishes.  When he had finished, he said, “Fox go get ready to leave and put your boots on.  I’ll be waiting outside.  We need to go, that is if we want to return before nightfall,” and he went out.  A few minutes later Fox stuck his head out and saw Jim on the buckskin waiting for him.

When he saw Fox he said, “Hurry up.  I thought we would ride together and don’t worry I have no intentions of riding you.  We are only sharing the horse.  Fox hesitated and checked to see if there were any of Frank’s toys about before mounting the horse.  Jim guided him to sit in front of him and as soon as Fox was seated they took off.

There was no conversation on the way to his dad’s and they made excellent time making the trip in under the usual hour. They rode up to the largest cabin that Fox had seen yet.  “Get down Fox; we will go and meet my brother and father.” After Fox dismounted Jim jumped down from the horse.  He pushed Fox ahead of him as they made their way to the front door.  Upon entering Jim yelled out, “Dad, I’m back.”

Two men, one younger and the other older and larger entered the front room, both greeting Jim, “Jim welcome back,” and when the larger man, James saw Fox continued with, “I see you brought me a new trainee.”

Before Jim could explain James had grabbed a hold of Fox and had his pants down before Fox could stop him.  He turned him around, smiling at what he saw until he saw the fox cub brand on his lower right buttock.  “Why does he have your personal brand on him?”

“Dad, he’s my personal property not one of the trainees.  This is my fox cub come back.”  At his father’s questioning look, Jim turned to Fox and ordered, “Tell him your first name.”

Fox grudgingly said, “Fox, and you do not own me.  I am a kidnapped victim and you raped me.”  He was still in the grasp of Jim’s dad and he was fighting to pull his pants back up.  James reached down and swatted his bottom a couple times and said, “Be still and quiet or you will get worse.”  The threat worked admirably and Fox stood blushing while James looked him over.

“Dad, I want Fox to experience the next step early.  I think it will be influential in helping me break him.”  James nodded and turned to Ben and said, “Go and get the ‘solution’ this boy needs my special attention and we might as well get started.  Now Jim while Ben is gone, tell me how you acquired this boy.”

“Dad, he was in the bank that I was robbing.  Something told me to take him as a hostage and when he told me his name I knew he was a gift from heaven.  He was my fox cub being returned.  It’s going to be a battle to break him and I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.  When I’m finished he will be mine to enjoy forever.”

James went up to Fox and said, “Cub, you belong to my son now.  The brand says that it is so. I am going to remove all of your hair from the shoulders down, especially this bush,” as he grasped the hair surrounding his genitals.  When Fox heard this, he yelled, “Nooooo, you can’t.”

Jim and James hustled a struggling Fox out of the cabin to a metal freestanding frame in the shaded area behind the cabin.  He was stripped and then strapped to the frame in a standing spread eagle position and waited for Ben to arrive.

They ignored him until Ben arrived with his solution and a pair of scissors, which he hands to his dad.  “Cub, don’t move, you wouldn’t want me to cut anything besides the hair,” warned James.  Fox was forced to stand there and do nothing while he watched his public hair being sheared.  James cut the hair as close to the skin as he could and then all three took a portion of the solution and rubbed it into Fox’s skin.  They put it on especially heavy around his “privates.”

“Cub, all we have to do is wait for it to dry.  Then we will wash it off and you will be hairless from neck down so silky smooth like a newborn babe.  I know that you will be happy to learn that the hair won’t grow back for 6 months and then we will do it all over again.  While we are at it son, lets put some on his face and he won’t have to shave for 6 months either.”

Fox was unable to do anything strapped as he was to the frame.  Frustrated knowing that he would be hairless he spewed forth as many expletives as possible at the three slavers.  It did not do any good, in fact the three men just looked at him and laughed.  They had heard it all many times before and spent their time talking over business matters and family gossip while they waited for the solution to dry.  Fox was starting to get chilled standing naked in the shade.   About five minutes later the solution had dried and they began to wash it from him.  They poured bucket after bucket of cold water over Fox while wiping him down with washrags.  They rubbed all the solution and loose hair from his body.  There wasn’t any area that they didn’t visit.

James turned to his son and said, “Jim why don’t you check your cub and see if he is sufficiently denuded?”  Jim approached Fox and ran his hands all over his body and feeling how smooth and silky his skin felt. Fox felt shame as his body was stroked and fondled as Jim checked all areas to be sure that the hair was indeed gone.  When Fox looked down at himself and saw his body void of all hair he screamed, “Nooooo.”  He felt so violated.

While Jim was examining his cub he noticed that Fox was shivering and quickly loosened the straps freeing his pet and then sent him inside to warm next to the fireplace.  Once free he did exactly as he was told.  When they entered the room they found him sitting right in front of the fireplace.  Jim went and brought back some towels and started to dry his back off.  “Stand up Fox so we can dry the rest of you off,” as he handed the towels to his father.  Fox was too cold and disillusioned to be disobedient.

Once dry, Jim covered him with a blanket and said, “Ben will you give Fox a thorough examination.  He hasn’t been eating much.  He may need a tonic.”

“No, I don’t need to be examined I feel fine,” cried Fox.  He was ignored as Ben went to get his “medical bag.”  When Ben stepped up to Fox and tried to remove the blanket, Fox wouldn’t let go.

“Cub, you let loose or I will spank you,” warned James.

Fox let loose of the blanket, he didn’t want another spanking.  He was learning slowly but he was learning in spite of himself.  He stood quietly as Ben began to examine him. The first thing Ben did was force Fox to bend over the chair so he could insert the rectal thermometer.  Fox’s breath hitched as he felt the cold slimy thermometer being inserted; it was not a normal human thermometer but a larger one used for animals such as horse or a cow.  It stretched Fox’s anus and felt like a broomstick was being pushed up him splitting him open.  “Please, please take it out.”  Ben ignored the pleading and kept a good hold on it while he waited for the time to be up.  Removing the thermometer after 5 minutes he found that Fox’s temperature was under normal.

He then examined Fox’s eyes and looked into his mouth.  He took a stethoscope and listened to the slave’s chest and took his blood pressure.  He then proceeded to give Fox the hernia exam.  He closely examined Fox’s penis and balls to make sure that there were no abnormalities.  He took a blood sample from a vein on Fox’s penis.  Ben was still unmoved by the pleading and threats of the slave under his hands.  His father and brother held Fox as he struggled.  An occasional slap could be heard.   Then he masturbated Fox to get a semen sample.  And the final indignity was that he catherized Fox to get a urine sample.

Ben came out with his results, “Jim, this fox cub of yours is a iron deficient anemic. Here are my recommendations: He needs to take a heaping teaspoon of blackstrap molasses.  Secondly, 2 tablespoons of my tonic to improve his appetite.  This should be given to him 3 times a day before meals and finally, a daily dose of code liver oil.  If you will hold him I’ll administer the first dose of cod-liver oil.

He produced a tablespoon and poured out the thick and oily liquid with the scent of fish and held it to Fox’s mouth. “Open up,” Ben requested.

Fox refused, so James quickly pinched him on his bottom, which caused him to open wide while Ben dumped the contents in his mouth.  Ben then grabbed the top of Fox’s head and his jaw clamping the slave’s mouth shut. Jim tickled Fox until he was forced to swallow his “medicine.”

While Fox was sputtering about the taste, <God that’s awful and they want me to take that everyday?  No way! >  He continued to spit trying to get the vile fishing oily taste out of his mouth.   While Ben was gone to prepare the tonic, Jim asked his father about the trainees, “Dad where are the ‘boys’? I thought that you would still be working with them.  Didn’t you just start with their training when I left?”

“Yes, I did, but they proved to be excellent students.  Their tune changed as soon as they lost their body hair.  You know that always effects them one way or another.  This time it just turned them into obedient little boys.  They were going through their paces in a couple of days.  We should get a high-price for them. “  James said with a proud smile. “We had gotten word that an individual buyer had requested boys similar to them and Frank and Ned were going to take them later today for a meeting with the buyer.  He had heard about our slaves and wanted to try them out.”  Fox was listening to their conversation.  It was like they were talking about raising, training and selling of purebred horses and not young men that had been kidnapped and forced into immoral slavery and it was all he could do not tell them what he thought about their venture.

They continued their conversation until Ben arrived with the tonic.  He handed the appetite improvement tonic to Jim with the following instructions.

Fox was finally allowed to get dressed while Ben was giving Jim further instructions on the applications of the tonics and cod-liver oil.  James was watching Fox closely and suddenly barked out, “CUB!!   Drop your pants and bend over this table,” pointing to the kitchen table.

Fox shook his head, “NO”, and started to back up ready to bolt for the door.  “I said drop your pants and bend over the table,” James repeated in a deadly quiet voice.  It was the way James said it that sent chills up Fox’s back.  He continued to back up, too scare to obey.  “Jim grab the cub and bring him to me,” ordered James.

Jim was quick to obey and brought a struggling Fox to his dad.  “Bend him over the table but first lower is pants.  As a matter of fact just take the pants off completely,” demanded James.

As this was being done, James told Ben to bring him the “Extenders.”

When Ben returned with the ordered item, Fox was bottomless.  The ‘extenders’ resembled hobbles only instead of a loose chain between the cuffs there were a bar that could be pulled apart to the extent of a yard or so and locked in place.  Fox’s ankles were strapped into the cuffs and the bar was pulled apart so far that Fox thought he would be split apart.  Fox was screaming in pain before they made the final adjustment on the ‘extenders’.  The pain had him on the verge of passing out.  <Please let me pass out so at least I won’t be conscious of any more humiliation at the hands of these people. >  Unfortunately for Fox his silent plea went unheard by anyone. The true purpose of the ‘extenders’ was abundantly clear to their victim.  When he was bent over the table his bottom and anus were fully exposed.  Even the cock and balls were easily reached.  A shudder went through his body and he again started cursing the men that were doing these things to him. He was kept in that position while James talked with his oldest son.

“Jim, your cub needs to be ridden daily.  The times when you aren’t able, he needs to work with Frank’s toys.  You have to break him enough for immediate obedience.  If he had obeyed my command as soon as I gave it he would not be suffering now.”

“I know Dad, I just want to take it slower.  I like for him to struggle and fight me when I take him.  He fights me like he’s still protecting his virginity.  It’s the struggle I crave.  There’s no fun in taking someone that just lies there.  Fox fights me tooth and nail and when I finally get a foothold and invade I feel I have conquered him.  You remember how it was the first time you invaded virgin territory, don’t you dad?  You remember the struggle and when you finally sunk your shaft in that virgin orifice, the total sense of victory.”

 “Yes, I remember,” responded James with a smile, “Go take your cub home and enjoy him to your hearts content.”  He then released Fox from his bonds.  Fox hissed when he was able to pull his legs together again. “Ben give that set of extenders to Jim, he’s going to need them to semi-train his cub.”  To Fox’s relief he was finally allowed to put his pants back on.

By the time Jim was ready to leave he was loaded down with tonics and other medicines for Fox.  He stored the medicines in his saddlebags.  After a hug from his father and brother he left the cabin; Fox followed slowly behind, wincing with every step.  This was a normal occurrence from anyone who spent any time in the extenders.

They mounted the horse with Fox again in front and before he left Ben called after him, “Jim, I’ll be by tomorrow with a list of all the medicines and foods you are going to need to keep your cub healthy.”

On the way back home Fox vowed to himself to not ever take anymore of that awful cod-liver oil and plotted on how to get his hands on it when they returned.

They returned to the cabin with enough daylight left to muck out the stalls.  Jim showed Fox how to do it and then turned the rake over to him to do the next one.  After Fox had done the second stall Jim told him, “from now on this will be your job.  It needs to be done daily.”

Fox didn’t take the news well, “What??  I’m not doing it, if you want it done, do it yourself,” and with that he threw the rake down.  Fox turned and intended to walk off when Jim grabbed him by the arm and giving him a shake said, “you get yourself to the cabin. We will discuss your behavior when I return,” and pushed him towards the cabin.  After sending Fox to the cabin, Jim caught all of his livestock and brought them back into their stalls for the night.

Fox hurried to the cabin realizing that this would be his chance to flush the hated cod-liver oil down the toilet.  If he had enough time he would do the same with the tonics.  He knew that Jim was going to punish him. He figured that the punishment would be no more than another spanking and it would be worth a spanking to get rid of the cod-liver oil.

Fox went to the saddlebags and removed the cod-liver oil and poured it down the drain.  He then threw the empty bottle into the trash.  He returned to the saddlebags and pulled out the two bottles of tonic.  He was on his way back to the bathroom when Jim came in and caught him with the bottles.

He took a hold of Fox and gave him another shake and said, “What have you done?”  He took the bottles of tonic away from Fox and returned to the saddlebags and realizing that the cod-liver oil was missing, “Fox where’s your other bottle of medicine?” Jim demanded.  Fox just shook his head and smiled.  After much searching Jim found the empty bottle in the trash.  He returned to Fox and said, “You have really done it this time.  STRIP!!”  I am going to spank you until your bottom is as red as a fox’s pelt and then you are going to ride one of Frank’s toys.”

Fox hadn’t seen Jim this angry before with his hands shaking began to pull his clothes off.  Once he was nude Jim said, “Present your bottom to me, by putting yourself over my knees,” he sat down.  On unsteady legs Fox walked slowly to Jim and did as he was told.  When he was in position Jim began to heat up his bottom to boiling point in no time.  Fox tried to keep from crying out but soon he was sobbing as his bottom began to burn.  “Owwwww…Owwwwch…ouch…I’m sorry…please stop…owwwww…. Pleaseeee,” Fox sobbed.    Jim did not heed Fox’s pleading and his sobbing but continued to heat his bottom and then his tender inner thighs to resemble a bad sunburn. Fox was then pushed off his knees and sent to the corner.

While Fox was doing corner time, Jim screwed in a wooden dildo into a chair and placed it in the room.  The one he picked duplicated his own penis exactly and coated it heavily with lard for lubricant.

“Fox, come here and ride this toy,” pointing to the dildo fixed to the chair.  “I want you to ride it until I tell you differently.”  Fox looked at Jim and pleaded, “Please, not that.  I’ll behave and take the medicine, but please not that.”

 Jim angrily jerked him over to the dildo and pushed him forcefully on its head, impaling him on it in one violent push. The earlier application of cream had done its job and Fox was as tight as the virgin.   Fox screamed was unearthly as the dildo did its work and plunged into his rectum.  <I heard tearing.  When I’m free… When I free I’ll kill this bastard with my bare hands. >  His thoughts did little to comfort him when he felt like he was being torn apart.

The rape was fresh in his memory, instead of lessening the degree of pain each consecutive sodomizing felt like he was being raped for the first time and he was powerless to stop it. Once the dildo was embedded entirely in Fox’s rectum, Jim loosely tied his arms to the sides of the chair and his feet to the legs of the chair.  Fox was forced by tickling and pinching of his genitals and sore bottom to ride the dildo.  Fox rode in this way until his anus and rectum were so sore that he cried out in pain and sobbed as he rode it.   Jim took pity on him and after a ride of 30 minutes he was allowed to stop. By the time he was pulled from the dildo, his anus was swollen again.

Jim turned to Fox and ordered, “Now, you come here and we are going to discuss your behavior.”  Fox made a move to put on his pants, but was stopped by the following command.  “I said for you to come here, not that you dress first.”  Red faced with shame and embarrassment, Fox made his way over to Jim.

Jim sat down. “Fox turn around and face the wall.”  This position put his unprotected bottom to Jim.  When Fox complied Jim began to massage his sore bottom harshly, causing Fox to cry out in pain.  He continued to massage with one hand while he unfastened his own pants with the other.  Soon he had his penis out and was stroking it until it had grown in size and had become quite hard.  He stopped his stroking long enough to remove and coat his member with some lotion he had on hand and before Fox knew what had happened he was impaled on Jim’s cock.

With the sudden entry into his swollen anus Fox felt the burning sensation again engulf his tender and sore bottom.  He tried to get up and was pulled into a hug.  He had become a toy in the hands of his “master,” a term that Fox refused to consider except to himself.  He feared he would never get away and he would be used like this until his dying day.

While his cub was sitting in his lap, Jim began to play with his genitals.  First he would roll Fox’s testicles in his hand and then he would return to his penis stroking it until it was ready to burst.  All this time Fox fought him the best he could, when this fighting started to annoy him he tied Fox’s hands behind his back with apiece of rope he had with him. Fox couldn’t keep his body from responding to the treatment, <I can’t believe my body is betraying me like this.  Oh God, I can’t really be enjoying it can I? > Confused about his reactions he blushed in shame.

“Fox, tomorrow Ben will be here and he will have a list of items needed to keep you healthy. He and I will go down the mountain to a small settlement a few miles away and restock on medicines and vegetables and whatever else Ben thinks I will need for you.  You will be put in the tender hands of my father.”

Fox interrupted him with, “Nooooo, please don’t leave me with him.  He scares me.  I want to come with you.  I promise that I won’t try and escape, Pleaseeee.”

Jim continued as if Fox hadn’t said a thing, “He will be allowed to train you in the different ways that you can service me.  He will be allowed to punish you if you disobey him.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” answered Fox sullenly.

Jim jerked him off his cock and over his knees began to spank him SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…OWWWW…OOHHHWWW…
SMACK…”Now, I ask again. Do you understand me?  And answer with more respect.”

SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…
SMACK.

“Yes, Sir, I promise,” sobbed Fox.  The impromptu spanking was reheating his bottom with a vengeance.

“Fox I must remind you that I learned my methods of discipline from my dad.  If you want to keep from finding yourself impaled on one of his ‘toys’ it would do to keep that in mind.”

Jim repositioned Fox on his cock and played with and tickled him until it was time for bed.  Fox laughed unwillingly and squirmed on Jim’s cock until Jim got tired of the game, and untied Fox’s hands.  Then he was allowed to get up and get ready for bed.
 

After leaving the bathroom Fox ran to his bed and threw himself on his stomach and cried at the indecencies forced upon him that day until he had cried himself to sleep.  Jim came up later and put him in his nightshirt, treated his anus and rectum with the herbal cream and pulled the covers over him.  Fox slept through the whole thing.

Leaving Fox to sleep alone, Jim made his way downstairs after locking the door and banking the fire.  Only then did he retire to his bed and let sleep overtake him.

Fox awoke early the next morning and for once it was before Jim got up.  He cautiously got up and located the clothes he had on yesterday.  They were where he had left them the night before.  He quickly put them on before taking a look around the room.

His eyes fell on the dildo still fixed to the chair and the events of the night before returned with a vengeance and he was ashamed.  As a licensed psychologist he knew that during a rape the victim’s body would be used against him to make his shame complete.  He realized that that was what happened to him last night.  He felt that his body had betrayed him.  Consciously he knew that he was not at fault and had not enjoyed the violation to his body; but subconscious he couldn’t prevent the doubt he felt and it was tearing him apart.  He also was scared of what might happen to him while in James’ care.

His eyes rested on the front door and discovered the key left in it.  Jim must have left the key there by accident the night before.  Since Jim was still asleep he felt that this was his best chance for escaping and he was going to take it.  He hurried to the door, unlocked it and started to leave the cabin when he was jerked back suddenly.  He looked around into the eyes of Jim.

“Oh, no you don’t.  I must have left the key in the lock last night.  It was lucky for me that I woke when I did,” exclaimed Jim.  “Now I’m going to impress on you that under no circumstances are you ever to leave this cabin, especially if I happen to be sleeping.”  He advanced on Fox who after taking one look at his face automatically began to back up, he could only go so far before backing into the kitchen table.  Jim grabbed him and sat on the top of the table.  Experience fingers soon had Fox bottomless and over his lap.  Fox’s plea of, “Please don’t spank me, my bottom can’t take another spanking,” ringing in his ears proceeded to do just that.   Last night when he had treated his fox cub’s anus and rectum he had purposely left his bottom untreated for just this reason.  He knew that as sore as it was last night it wouldn’t take much to bring it back to boiling point if needed.

Just a little work and Fox’s bottom began to heat up and soon he was trying to protect it by placing one hand and then the other one over it in an effort to protect it from being hit.  When this action began to annoy him Jim caught first one wrist and then the other and held them in the small of Fox’s back and continued to pepper his bottom with the other hand.

Fox’s backside felt like it was on fire and the fire was building to an inferno.  Jim paused and asked, “Fox have I impressed on you why you should never leave the cabin while I am sleeping?”

“Yes, Sir,” sobbed Fox.

Jim released Fox who jumped up at once and tried to rub the sting from his bottom.  While this was going on there was a knock at the door Jim opened it to reveal Ben.  He greeted his brother and noticed Fox’s antics and asked, “What’s wrong with your cub?”

“I accidentally left the key in the lock and he tried to escape. Before you came in I was making an impression on his bottom why that was a bad idea.”  Turning to Fox asked, “Are you ever going to try it again?”

“No, Sir,” cried Fox as he was finally getting his emotions back in line.  He had no intention of keeping his word though.

“Ben get your list together while I fix breakfast for Fox and me.  Can I fix you something?”  At Ben’s shake of the head, he asked, “How about a cup of coffee then?”  Ben nodded, “yes.”

“Fox fill the bathtub with cold water but be sure to leave room at the top for the hot water I’ll add before you get into it.” Fox made an effort to put his pants on when Jim stopped him with, “no need to put your pants back on.  In fact take your shirt off as well.  I’ll be in after breakfast to give you your bath.  I know that you won’t be going anywhere naked.  After you strip go fill up the tub with the cold water and then come back and sit at the kitchen table.”

Fox took his shirt off and went to fill the tub.  When he returned he was embarrassed when Ben ran his hand slowly over his hot bottom.  “Jim he won’t be able to sit on that bottom.  I’m going to get him a pillow.”  He returned a moment later with the pillow and a light blanket that he put over Fox’s shoulders.  When Jim said, “I don’t remember saying anything about him wearing a blanket,” Ben came back with, “As your healer I know that you do not want your fox cub to catch a cold and since it is chilly in this room he just might.”

Jim came in a moment later with a bowls of semi-thick oatmeal. Placing a bowl in front of Fox he said one word, “Eat!”  He had sweetened it with honey.  He also poured him a glass of milk.  Before he picked up his spoon to eat Ben asked, “Did he take his cod-liver oil?”

Jim looked at Fox and said, “Tell him what you did last night.”

In a small voice Fox answered, “I poured it down the toilet.”

“Tell him what happened next.”

“HE SPANKED ME!!”   “And”  “He made me ride the wooden dildo for thirty minutes by pinching and tickling my cock, balls and bottom.  He didn’t care if it hurt me.”  Fox took a deep breath and shooting Jim a look of pure hate he continued, “ Afterwards he yanked me off and pulled me down on his penis, where he played with me until he tired of it all.  He treated me like I was a toy.” And turning to Jim he said, “You had no right, I’m no body’s fucking toy.”

Fox then poured some of his milk over the oatmeal and picked up his spoon and ate the whole bowl without protest.  He was so mad, mainly at himself for not getting away when he had the chance and for not fighting back when he was caught.  He allowed himself to be put over that bastard’s knee and spanked like he was five years old and now he was going to be bathed like a little boy.  He resented being treated this way and he was mad for being a coward and taking it.

“Ben if you don’t mind, please take our bowls over and wash them out I have a fox cub to bathe.”  Jim went into the bathroom turning the hot water on and letting it warm the cold water until it was just the right temperature to bathe his pet.  He returned to the kitchen table and yanking the blanket off he took Fox by the hand and pulled him into the bathroom.

Fox struggled for only a step or two, until Jim swatted him on his bottom, which hurried him up.

“Get into the tub and kneel,” and taking the washrag proceeded to wash him all over.  He visited every area of Fox’s body, taking real interest in his genitals and anus.  He soaped those areas, many times.  After soaping Fox’s anus he let the rag drop and plunged his finger into his rectum.  Shame flooded his face and body as he felt himself being violated in that way.  Tears began to fall and <Not this time! > Fox turned and tried to slug his tormenter.  Jim was prepared and locked his arm in a cuff that was chained to the bathroom wall.  Fox cried out as he received several swats this time sobbing under the onslaught.

Jim paid him no heed and continued to violate him under the disguise of washing him.  He removed his fingers only to wash his hair and then returned them at once to his rectum.  When Fox willed his body not to respond, Jim retaliated by squeezing some soapy water inside his rectum and making him sit in the cool water.  He left him there until the soapy water began to irritate his rectum and itch.

When Jim returned he carried a enema bag and said, “This is the only way to get rid of the itch.”  He filled in with warm water, hung it up and waited for the itch to persuade Fox to act.  He didn’t have to wait long, Fox got out of the tub and begged, “please sir, it itches so, please give me a enema,” again hating himself for being forced to say the words.

Jim allowed him to dry himself off and then led him out in front of the fireplace, “Lay down on your side on this.” Jim pointed to the soft blanket on the floor. Fox reluctantly complied with the order after another well placed swat.  Jim shoved the lubricated enema nozzle far up Fox’s rectum.  <God, it’s going to come out the other side if he doesn’t stop soon. >  Fox groaned in pain. Jim let the water flow until his slave was filled, waiting until Fox was squirming from cramps, before letting him get up. “Fox, come with me.”  The nozzle was still in Fox as he was made to walk to the bathroom.  Jim waited a few more minutes before he gave a tug on the nozzle, “you may discharge the water.”  Fox was relieved when he heard the gushing of the water as he released it.  When he was finished he had the indignity of letting Jim wipe his butt for him.  Fox tried to stop him but, “Would you like to have another enema?  This time maybe you can hold it till I take you back to Dad’s.”  Fox raised his eyes in horror and stopped struggling.  Jim wiped his butt like he was a newborn babe then washed his hands and led the complacent man back to the living room.

Fox immediately headed to his room when Jim called him back.

“Fox there is no need to get dressed just yet.  I want you to come back and put yourself over my lap.”

“Please don’t spank me again,” cried Fox.

“I’m not going to spank you, now come here.”

Fox considered his options if he disobeyed and deciding that this was the lesser of two evils came over and placed himself over Jim’s lap.  Jim lightly patted his bottom and said, “Good boy,” as if he was a favorite pet to be praised for obeying.

“Ben hand me the magical herbal cream.  I intend on putting it on Fox’s sore bottom and inner thighs so they will heal.  He might as well be prepared for Dad’s tender mercies if he misbehaves.”

When Fox heard the reason for his humiliating position he was glad for the cream’s healing properties.  It scared him to be left at the tender “mercies” of the head tormenter.  <I won’t give that madman a reason to punish me! >

Jim smoothed the cooling cream all over his bottom and inner thighs.  He was not released right away Jim kept him over his lap while the cream was absorbed into the skin.  Jim put some cream on his finger and inserted into the anus and rectum.  Plunging his finger in and out in a mockery of sexual activity.  Fox’s groin was also easily accessible and Jim used his other hand to play with Fox’s cock and balls.  He waited till just the right moment and stroked Fox’s prostate causing the man to cum all over the floor.  Fox shoulders drooped in despair and disgust.

“Clean up your mess!” Jim ordered as soon as he released Fox from the embarrassing position.  Fox got a towel and cleaned up the floor hiding his head in shame.  “Finished?”  Jim inspected the floor; “Good Boy!” and he patted Fox’s head like he was a cocker spaniel.  “Now go to your room and lay down on your stomach and wait that way till I bring you your clothes for the day.  Fox quickly turned away, “And Fox you may pull a blanket up if you get cold. The cream worked quicker if kept as cool as possible.  Since they would be leaving within the hour he wanted the cream to have as much time to work as possible.

It was thirty minutes later that Jim came back to find Fox still face down and shivering.  “Fox, you’re cold.  Why didn’t you pull up some cover?”

“I wanted too give the ccream time to completely heall my sore bottom and thighs,” stuttered Fox.

“It’s been thirty minutes and it was cool enough it should have worked and if it didn’t we’ll know soon.  Here are some clothes,” throwing another package at him, “for you to wear.  As soon as you are dressed, come on out. Do you need to use the bathroom?  You have my permission to go if you need to.”

Fox looked in the package to discover what he was to wear today.  There were socks, t-shirts, work shirt and pull on jeans (elastic with no fly).  There were no boxers.  Fox groaned knowing that if he was to be punished his having no boxers on would help to speed the spanking/paddling/strapping process up.

Fox poked his head out hoping that he could escape, but Ben was watching for him and motioned him to come out.  Sighing Fox came to stand next to Ben.  “Good Boy!” Ben complemented him on his obedience and again his head was petted.  Fox bit his tongue to keep from uttering the sarcastic comment that would get him punished.  <I’m a human not a dog. >  Fox heard the hoofs of the horses hitting the hard ground, he repressed a shudder of fear when Jim threw the buckskin’s reins to him saying, “Mount up while I lock the cabin.”  Jim went past the cabin door to a small shed located near by.  At Fox’s questioning look Ben hastened to explain, “He’s going to turn off the generator.  He always does if he’s going to be gone for longer than an hour or so.  He’s saving gasoline.  The refrigerator runs off a battery that was recharged just last night.  The battery will last a couple of days before needing to be recharged again.”  They watched as Jim came out of the shed and went to the door and locked it.  He then bounded into the saddle of the pinto and said, “Ben you lead the way and we will keep up.”

Jim turned to Fox and added, “just follow Ben and if you hold on with your knees you won’t bounce so much in the saddle.  You’ll find out now whether the cream did it’s job and healed you.” Then Jim laughed at the worried look on Fox’s face.

They started out at a fast clip, which brought them to their father’s cabin at half the time it took yesterday.  Riding up to the cabin, Fox felt so much fear that he nearly bolted.  Jim sensing this rode up and grabbed his reins.  Jim’s father was in the yard and looking up saw his sons riding up with Jim’s new slave, the fox cub.  A big smile appeared on his face and he moved towards Fox.

Jim turned to Fox and told him to dismount.  Fox turned back to Jim and tried one more time to persuade Jim not to leave him with his father.  “Please take me with you, Pleaseeee,” pleaded Fox.  Before Jim could even consider this request, James came up, overhearing Jim’s request and seeing Fox disobedience yanked him from the saddle.  He turned to Fox and said, “I believe that your master told you to dismount, your failure to obey is going to cost you.”

James took Fox by the arm and shook him saying, “disobedient slaves enter my cabin bottomless and with my handprint on their bottom.  Now drop them and leave them on the ground.”

Fox turned his pleading eyes on Jim and silently asked if he had to, Jim took one look at Fox and took him by the arm and escorted him a few feet from his father and said, “ do as he says Fox.  Try not to antagonize him further.  He will spank you for your disobedience now but if you do exactly as he asks you won’t be punished.  I’ll talk to him and tell him how special you are to me.  He’ll listen to my wishes.”  Jim gave him a kiss on the top of his head and a pat on the bottom.

“Now do as you are told, strip out of those pants,” and he stayed watching Fox dejectedly step out of his pants.  “Good Boy,” Jim said as he turned back to his father to speak on Fox’s behalf.

“Dad, don’t hurt him; he’s special to me.  As scared, as he is of you all you have to do is yell at him and he’ll do what you say.  He doesn’t want to be punished, trust me.”

“Son rest assured that I won’t do anything different than what I do to our trainees when they disobey. Don’t worry, my boy.”

Jim took one last look at Fox’s scared face and nodded.  He remounted his horse but before riding off he called out, “Fox you behave and I’ll be back soon.  If you are good, I’ll bring you back a present.”

Fox had hated the way he was being treated by these people.  Jim treated him like a pet to be cherished one day and a sex slave to be used the next.  James is a sadistic bastard; he liked to hurt and belittle others.  He was just a bully who used his weight and strength to get his way.

Ben liked to heal; his heart and talent were in the right place.  His main problem was being raised in a family where the selling of young men into sexual slavery was considered normal.  He just plied his trade in the wrong area.

He had to try and escape.  These thought were running through his head as James grabbed him and put him under his left arm and began to spank his bottom with his right.  He gave him half dozen licks before turning him loose and pushing him towards the cabin.  “Cub get yourself in the cabin.  When you get there remove your shirt and lean face forward against the wall with your palms against it.  I want you to spread your legs as far as you can and wait there for me.  I’ll be in momentarily to examine you.  If you move from this position at any time you will be PUNISHED.”

Fox turned towards the cabin and slowly made his way inside.  He did exactly as he was told.  He didn’t want to provoke him into punishing him further.

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While Fox was being left with James, Agent Scully was in Skinner’s office when the news came down.  Skinner had just put the phone down and with a big smile related the news, “They discovered his identity.  His name is Jim Grey and the only location they have for him at the moment is West Virginia.  He has several dummy addresses, but they all list West Virginia as the state he lives in.”

“That’s great, I’ll be leaving within the hour.  I just need to pack,” started Dana only to be interrupted by Skinner.  “Agent you are not going by yourself, I’ll be accompanying you.  I won’t have you looking alone.  If something happened to you I wouldn’t be able to look Agent Mulder in the face.”

“Thank you, sir.  When will we be leaving?”

“How does in 2 hours sound?”

“It sounds great sir, and if I can be excused?”  Skinner nodded, “Thanks.”

“Oh, and Agent Scully, I’ll be by to pick you up.”

In two hours time they were on their way to the airport and to West Virginia.  They wanted to get there as soon as possible.  On the plane they made their plans, and then Scully leaned back to get a nap.

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James picked up Fox’s discarded pants and turned to follow him into the cabin, smiling as he went.  So the cub was scared of him. He thought that if he handled the examination just right he would have this boy just where he wanted him and then the fun would begin.  By the time Jim came back Fox would be the most obedient slave in the universe.

James came in the cabin and found Fox in the exact position that he had been ordered.  He approached Fox from the rear and put his index finger in his mouth to lubricate it and without warning he thrust it all the way into Fox’s rectum.  At the same time he ran his free hand over Fox’s bottom and down his inner thighs.  Fox reacted to the sudden violation and without thinking he turned and tried to throw a punch at James.  Since he was off balanced to begin with all he did was to fall on his face.

James yanked him up and said, “Cub, you are going to regret that last action of yours.  Your disobedience allows me to treat you like one of my disobedient trainees,” and with that he hustled Fox over to a padded bench and strapped him face down to it.  When he had finished Fox couldn’t move a muscle.  His groin area had been placed over a pillow allowing his bottom to be raised about 6 inches.

Fox had tried to fight when James tried to insert the catheter his eyes widened in fear when he realized that the plastic tube had been lubricated with Ben Gay.  A cream that would eventually heat to warm strain muscles causing them to relax.   However, the ointment was not supposed to be used internally.   James grabbed Fox’s penis in a punishing grip and just started shoving the tubing in an inch at a time.  There was no asking if it hurt just the hard plastic tub going up him a trail of heat following in its wake at first it was pleasant. But when the burning started it felt like his penis was cooking on the inside out.  “Take it out take it out.”  Fox begged.  “NO BOY, you have to be taught your place.  You have no rights except to accept whatever your master believes you deserve.  Jim has been to gentle with you.”  The gripped tightened some more Fox bite his lip.  Finally, the tip arrived at his destination and a yellow flow of urine filled the tube.  That task finished, James began to add components to the bench.  He positioned mirrors so Fox would be able to see what was going to be happening to him.

“Cub, the bench you are on is part of a machine.  It will insert a device in your anus and with the catheter in your penis you will be punished to such a degree that the next time Jim or I tell you to do something you will do it without even thinking about it.  The first part is to blister your bottom and then I will turn on the machine and listen to you scream.”

Fox began to struggle at those words and said, “Jim’s not going to like this,” which only made James furious.  He picked up his leather strap and approached Fox from the rear and began to pepper his bottom until it was beet red and he was sobbing.  He had Fox screaming at each lick. Loving it when Fox yelled especially loudly when the strap landed on or near the anus.  “You…yeowwwch… son…owww… of a bitch…stop
stop…owww…ouccchhhh.”  While Fox was crying James brought the dildo he was going to use waving it in front of Fox’s face.  “This beauty.”  James patted the 12 inch long 3” wide dildo fondly, “will make you mind your manners.”  He then reached for the Ben Gay again and lubed it liberally with the cream.

Once it had been pushed past the sphincter muscles in his anus James stopped.  He picked up a remote control and returned to Fox and said, “Cub, I’m about to turn the machine on and the encounter will proceed like a regular sexual encounter, with you are the receiving end.  The device will be inserted slowly until it is entirely entombed in your bottom.  Then it will speed up bit by bit until it is at the right speed to constitute intercourse and at the right time a load of artificial sperm will be shot into your bowels.  So get ready here it comes.”

“Nooooooo,” Fox screamed as the large dildo was pushed into his rectum slowly.  A burning sensation enveloped his rectum and Fox began to sob as much from the rape as from the pain.
With the machine pushing the dildo in and out of his rectum at an even speed James turned on the part of the machine hooked up to his penis and watched as Fox’s penis got hard against his will.  He was reacting from the dildo hitting his prostate while it was filling his rectum.  Fox was so embarrassed by this.  His body was betraying him once again.

With James controlling the pressure and force of the dildo it was causing Fox intense pain as it went and out of his anus.  He stopped the machine three times before restarting to make the pain last as long as possible.  He sped up the motion after each stop until he finally allowed the sperm to be shot deep into his victim’s bowels.  While James was controlling the action he also was stroking himself and came at the same moment as the artificial machine.   Squirting his cum all over Fox’s face, hair and shoulders.   “You disgust me old man.” Fox spat regardless of the pain he was in.  The other man laughed hysterically like it was a big joke.

While all of this was being done to Fox, Jim and Ben were talking.  “Jim just how much do you love that fox cub of yours?”

“Ben, I love him and I hope that one day he will love me back, why do you ask?”

 “Well, if the cub was mine, I wouldn’t leave him with dad.  Dad sees possibilities in Fox.  He wants to use him as a model for the organization.”

“He wants to use Fox as a model?” Jim asked incredulously.

“Yeah. He wants to take Fox with us on selling trips, to the auctions. You know have him as a demonstrator on the block.   You know how a well-mannered slave is trained.  Whatever someone requests Fox would have to perform the act.  Dad figures that it will increase the worth of our slaves three fold.”

“Oh, and when does he think Fox will be ready to attend these auctions?”

Well, dad was hoping that the next time we went Fox would be ready.  He would be put up on the block naked and put through his paces, so that when one of our stock is put up for sale they would be snapped right on up.  Don’t worry he won’t be sold.  He doesn’t carry our brand. Dad realizes that he’s your personal property.  What do you think?”

“Well, for one thing it is going to take longer than a week to pull this off.  Fox isn’t manageable yet.  Maybe in a few months but definitely not in a week’s time.”

“I don’t know Jim.  Dad has a new machine that he uses to break the more disobedient slaves.  After a couple of hours on it you would be amazed at their change of attitude.  They do ANYTHING dad asks and they do it without protest.”

“WHAT!!” roared Jim.  “Dad promised that he wouldn’t hurt Fox.  He knows how special he is to me.  Ben, do me a favor; go to the store and fill your list and meet me back at my cabin.  I’m going back,” and with that he turned his horse around and hurried back to his dad’s.

Fox was experiencing the rape again only the dildo had been changed for another the same size but it had not been lubricated.  It was buried half way in Fox’s rectum and Fox was sobbing, the pain was unbelievable.  It was like an oversized hot poker was just sitting there burning his rectum, the dildo was retracted with just the tip resting on his entrance when with one mighty thrust the dildo was buried all the way into his rectum.

“YEOWWWCH,” Fox screamed and blacked out.

Jim heard that last scream as he burst through the door.  The first thing he saw was his Fox strapped face down with an enormous dildo buried into his rectum and secondly he saw where a catheter had been inserted.  His Fox was not moving and he feared the worse.  He rushed to him and angrily said to his dad, "TAKE THOSE THINGS OUT OF HIM AND DO IT AS GENTLY AS YOU CAN!!!"  When the dildo and catheter were removed there was a little blood but what he could see it seemed to be from a little tearing around his anus and not
in his rectum.  He gently picked up his fox cub and placed him face down on his younger brother's bed.  He immediately put a glob of the magical herbal cream in his rectum and on his anus.   Jim stayed at Fox's side until he started to wake up.

As soon as he awoke, memory returned and he looked around the room before his eyes settled on Jim.  Who spoke, "I've come to take you back home.  Ben has gone for the supplies and will meet us there.  Are you in pain?” Asked Jim seeing the look on Fox’s face.  He didn’t understand, with the herbal cream inserted the pain should have been receding by now.  Fox nodded, and gasped out, “My penis, your father lubricated the catheter with Ben Gay.  It burns.”  Jim turned to his dad, who had entered the room and asked, “How do you neutralize the Ben Gay in his penis?”   James, with a twinkle in his eye, said, “There is only one way.  You have to milk him a couple of times.  James turned to Fox and said, “I have to masturbate you and after you cum a couple of times the pain will be gone.”

Fox made a face, but the burning was really getting to him and he could stand it no more.  “DO IT,” he shouted.

Jim grasped his penis and began to stroke it until it was hard and then he speeded up his actions and soon had Fox climaxing all over his hand.  Before Fox could tell him if the pain was gone, he went and did it again.

Jim, seeing the pain leave his cub’s face, said, “After the cream has done its magic we are going home.  Just lie back down and try to go to sleep." Fox nodded and closed his eyes, thankful for the healing and painkilling properties of the cream.  He could feel the pain dwindle as Jim was talking and he allowed himself to go to sleep.

Jim stayed until he saw that Fox was indeed asleep before going out to confront his Dad about his treatment of Fox.  "Dad, you promised not to hurt him.  You agreed that he was mine to train however I liked.  I want to go slow with his training," shouted Jim.

James didn't take the rebuke well.  "Don't you raise your voice to me or I'll take you down a peg or so.  You're not too old for me to take a strap to, you know."

“Sorry… But you were hurting him!”

“I was disciplining him.  Son, I know that he is yours.  You caught him, he’s yours; but I’ve been training slaves for years and you need to break them so they can be trained.  You know that.  You’ve gotten too attached to this one to see clearly.  What he really needs is ‘my’ type of discipline.  Now, I’ll admit that I might have gone a bit too far this time with putting him on my machine, but you have to break them to your will as soon as possible.”

“But Dad, I don’t want him broken without any spirit left.  I like for him to fight me whenever I take him. It makes the experience more wonderful and exciting.”

“Well, what are you going to do when he attempts an escape.  You know he will, his kind always tries.”

“When he tries to escape and yeah I know he will try. I’ll ring the bell as soon as I miss him, thus alerting the mountain of his escape.  Then I will just sit back and wait for him to be returned to me.”

“Will you punish him for trying to escape?”  Even though the statement had been framed into a question James gave his son a hard look.  He would only accept one answer.

 “Nope, I’m going to let his captor do it for me.  The last time you were gone, I got together with all of the families on the mountain and made a deal with them.  They hunt my slave down and when they capture him they are allowed the pleasure of spanking/paddling them all the way home.  The punishment will begin wherever he is caught and will continue all the way back home to me. It will be a bare butt spanking/paddling.  When he is returned his backside will be blood red and he should be in agony.”

“But How will YOU punish him?” James emphasized the word you.  “You’re his master and you can’t leave that in doubt!”

"Immediately upon his return to me, I will perform the coup- de-grass as Mama used to say, by stripping him naked and throwing him to the bed and bury my cock deep into his unprepared bottom and ravaging him as severely as I know how.  When I'm finished he will think that when he lost his maidenhead was nothing more than a walk in a park.  I'll leave him with both blood and semen leaking from his anus.  I will eventually treat him with the cream but it will be only after he as suffered a while."

 “Not bad.  Jim, do me a favor first?”

“What?”

“Before you exact your punishment on him I want you to film the event.  I have a movie camera. Bought it the last time I left the mountain.  All you have to do is set it up so I can get a good view of your punishment and then just before you ravage him turn it on.”

Jim thought it over and nodded his head, “Sure Dad.  What do you want it for?  To study my technique?” Jim laughed at his own joke.

“Partly, but whenever your cub acts up you can show it to him.  A refresher course you know.  Be sure to let him watch it while sitting on your lap with your cock up his ass. One other thing, son, are you planning on warning your cub to the consequences of his actions before his escape attempt?”

“No,” Jim said, shaking his head, “I think that it will make a more powerful impression for him to discover it on his own.”

“Jim, it’s been an hour since you treated his anus and rectum.  It is time for you to take your cub home.”

Jim went into Ben’s room to find Fox still sleeping.  He had slept through their whole conversation. Jim woke him and brought him back into the front room. James was waiting sitting in his favorite chair.  Jim sat down in the other chair in the room.  Fox was left standing nude in the middle of the room.

James glared at Fox and said, “Cub, go stand in front of my son, your master.”

Fox hesitated before going to stand in front of Jim, and when he arrived stated, “I’m standing in front of my kidnapper, and not my master,” glaring defiantly back at James.

“You see, Jim, he wasn’t on the machine long enough.  Just let me keep him for a week and his attitude will changed drastically.”

“No, Dad, I’m perfectly capable in adjusting his attitude.  Fox you will apologize to my dad for your defiance and ask him politely to spank you.”

Fox looked at him and shook his head, “No, he put me on that damn machine of his and now you want me to ask him to spank me just because I’m being defiant.  I’m a man not a slave so No, I won’t do it!!!”

Before the words were out of his mouth, he found himself upended over Jim’s knees being spanked.  SMACK…
SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…SMACK.  The licks were delivered on top of the spanking he had already received from James before the machine raped him and his bottom was already sore.  This second spanking reheated his bottom and he soon was voicing his opinion of it.  “Oooohhhhwww, nooooo, pleaseeeee stop, pleaseee.”   “Will you do as you’re told?” SMACK…SMACK…SMACK.

“Yes, I’ll mind, just stop, please.”  As soon as those words left his mouth, Fox found himself back on his feet and being pushed towards James.  After rubbing his bottom once, Fox slowly made his way to James and said, “Sir, I’m sorry if my posture seemed defiant to you and won’t you please spank me for doing it?”

James just smiled and reached to pull him over his knees.  After rubbing Fox’s sore bottom he suddenly struck hard on his sit spot.  Fox yelped, “Ooowwwwch.”  James added 5 more licks all to the sit spot on both cheeks before setting Fox back on his feet.  He had him sobbing with just those 6 licks.  “Thanks son, I needed that.”

Jim stood up and said good-bye to his dad and turning to fox said, “Come on, let’s go home.”

“What about my clothes?” asked Fox.

“You aren’t going to wear any.  You will be sitting in front of me and I’m going to keep you warm.”

Fox stopped, not making a move to follow.  “Dad, help Fox out of the house and when I’m ready help him mount in front of me,” requested Jim.

James was more than eager to help and hustled Fox out of the house.  Jim was waiting by his horse.  With Jim’s help as well, Fox was lifted to sit on the saddle.  While James held him in place, Jim tied his hands to the saddle horn and jumped up behind him.

“Dad, if you would just hand me his horse’s reins and we will be on out way.”

The last thing James saw was the two riding off in the direction of Jim’s cabin.  He could hear Fox sob as his sore and red bottom bounced in the saddle.  Jim tied his horse’s reins loosely to the horn as well as the reins of the second horse.  He then began to explore his fox cub’s body as they rode.  Fox could feel James hands all over him.  He was pushed towards the horse’s neck so his bottom was in plain view.  He could feel Jim’s finger make its way to penetrate his anus and he cried out in pain.  “Owwwch, don’t please.”  He was ignored and the exploratory continued.  With one finger and then two were inserted in his bottom the other found his flaccid cock and started rubbing it back to life.

The fingers in his bottom brushing against his prostate and the other stroking his penis he began to get hard.  When he got so hard that he could hardly stand it the hand was removed and the fingers became three.  They were removed so suddenly and replaced with Jim’s cock that Fox didn’t even have time to yell.

Once Jim had Fox seated where he wanted him he kicked his horse into a canter and Fox began to ride his cock as he bounced up and down.  “Noooooooooo,” he screamed as once again his cock was being manipulated by Jim’s hand and became rock hard.  Jim was trying to get Fox to climax at the same time he would shoot his load into Fox’s bottom.  He knew Fox would have trouble not believing that he enjoyed it as well.

By the time they arrived back at the cabin, Jim had shot is load into Fox’s bowels three times and Fox had come twice.  They had started at a canter, and then Jim had increased the speed a bit more and finally they had gone at a gallop.  Each time Fox had bounced up and down on his shaft with enough speed to cause Jim to climax time after time.  He was so glad to see the cabin that he started to cry in relief.

Jim came to a halt in front of the cabin and reached around him and untied his hands from the saddle horn.  “Okay, Fox hop on off and get yourself down.”  Fox lost no time in pulling himself off Jim’s still hard shaft and eased himself down from the saddle.  He could feel the semen as it leaked out of his anus and ran down his thighs and he felt so unclean.

As soon as Jim unlocked the door Fox rushed to the bathroom to take a shower, the first of the water was warm but changed to cold before he was finished.  While he was in the shower Jim came in carrying a enema bag and turning off the water pushed Fox down to kneel over the commode seat while he inserted the lubricated tip of the enema nozzle in his anus and let the water flow in.  It was cold water and Fox yelped, “Ooohhhwwwoooo, that’s cold.”  Once he had emptied the whole bag he unplugged Fox and allowed him to empty himself.  Afterwards Fox got back in the cold shower to wash all of the soap off.

He felt much better when he rejoined Jim in the living room.  He wrapped himself up in the first blanket he saw and flopped down on the couch.    Jim was waiting with sweat clothes for Fox to put on.  “Here put these on they will help to warm you up.”

Fox eagerly scrambled into the clothes and turned to Jim and asked, “Why did you do that to me?  Your father abused me with that machine and then you do the same on horseback?”

“Don’t you understand yet?  You belong to me now, mine to do with, as I like.  If I want to ride you everyday I will.  If I want to spank you I will.  You belong to me and the sooner you accept it the better things will be for you,” stated Jim. “Now get that scowl off your face and follow me.”

Fox reluctantly followed, obeying only because he knew what the consequences of his not doing so would be.  “Now step out of those pants and lie face down on my bed.”  Once again Fox obeyed.  “Very good,” Jim patted him on his bottom and reached for the cream.  He filled an anal douche with the cream and inserted one finger into his pet’s anus and pulled it apart.   He inserted the tip into the pink button spread before him and squeezed the bulb emptying the contents into the rectum.  “I’ll be back in an hour’s time, keep your pants down until I come back.”  Jim knew his orders would be obeyed so he didn’t wait for a confirmation before he left the room

Knowing that he didn’t have to worry about Fox for at least an hour Jim set about turning the generator back on and getting something ready for supper.  He knew Ben would be back soon with all of the supplies he needed to keep his pet healthy.

When Ben arrived two hours later he found both his brother and the fox cub enjoying a ball game on television.  He could smell dinner cooking, “Chicken and dumplings for dinner?” Ben asked as he handed the supplies too Jim. “Yes, I know it’s your favorite and since you were doing my errands I felt it was the least I could do.”

“Thanks.  If you have a few minutes before dinner let’s go over the treatment plan for Fox.”  Ben sat down next to Jim with Fox on the floor at their feet.  He was after all a pet.  “You of course know to use the cream after intercourse to heal any tearing etc.”  Jim nodded in confirmation.  “But, Fox is anemic so he’s going to have to be dosed regularly with the cod liver oil. You’re going to need to bathe him every day, making sure that his groin and rectum are kept cleaned.  You need to milk him at least three times a week.”  As Ben kept talking and Jim asked questions to clear up some point.  Fox was getting paler and paler realizing what being a “pet” really meant.  <Milk me? What am I a cow? > Fox was getting upset and Ben and Jim would reach over to pat him like they would a skittish horse. They continued the discussion over the delicious supper.  Fox was allowed to sit at the table. “Do the dishes then come into the living room.”  Fox quickly nodded his head in acknowledgment, <Maybe Jim forgot to lock the backdoor? So I can get the hell out of here. >  Fox started clearing the table while the other two watched.  “Pet, the door’s locked.  I won’t make that mistake again.” Fox’s shoulder’s drooped in despair but other than that he didn’t acknowledge the statement.  When the two men went into the other room, Fox slammed his hand into the wall to let out the angry he felt.

“Ben stay the night, you can sleep in the cub’s bed and he will sleep with me.”

Fox wasn’t happy with that news but had come to the conclusion that it would do him no good to protest and got ready for bed.  He reluctantly climbed into bed to wait for Jim.  Jim was very pleased with this change in Fox’s behavior and climbed in after him.   He took his time preparing Fox for his pleasure.  He warmed the lube in his hand then used it to finger fuck his pet sliding his other hand up and down Fox’s cock.  He silenced any protest that Fox might make with a kiss.  Satisfied that Fox would cum when he angled his entry to stroke his prostrate gland he entered him in one mighty stroke.  Fox grunted in pain at the entry but didn’t protest.  Jim stroked him in time with the rhythm of his lovemaking.  Fox cam with a shout.  “God, how CAN I?” the pain at the betrayal of his body was there in his voice.  Fox’s orgasm milked the cock in his rectum causing Jim to cum.  “Thanks baby that was good.” Jim kept his cock in Fox as the other man fought the nausea that had risen to his throat.   Fox closed his eyes and cried himself to sleep.

As soon as Jim treated his bottom the next morning Fox decided to try and obey Jim’s every command in hope of getting on his good side and trying his escape attempt once Jim’s guard went down.  He was put through basic training like a dog.  The commands were similar sit, stay, and heel. The command come had two meanings, one meant to approach Jim the other was to have an orgasm both were humiliating to the agent.  He was not allowed to sit on any furniture without permission.  He slept on Jim’s bed either at the foot like a dog if he wasn’t going to be used or more often with Jim’s cock in his ass.  Several weeks went by with Fox immediately obeying any request or order.  He had detached his emotions and could suck cock like a master.  It took several weeks before Fox felt like he had lulled Jim’s suspicious.  His opportunity to escape came when Jim decided to go on a day trip hunting with his brother and father.

Because Jim assumed that Fox had finally accepted his fate he had been leaving him alone for different periods of time.  He was always left nude however with the clothes locked up and Jim had the only key.  Fox was using these times to convince Jim that he could be trusted and he had given up on trying to escape.  This wasn’t the only way he tried to convince Jim that he had been broken in.  He hated himself for his compliance but it was the only way he could convince Jim.

He obeyed Jim’s every command no matter how disgusting Fox thought it to be.  There was that time one night when he was reading a book on Folk Cures that Ben had lent him, when Jim had called him.  “Fox, come here now and you had better be bottomless by the time you arrive.”  Fox forced him self to strip off his pants and go to Jim.

When he arrived in the kitchen, since that was where Jim was located.  He was about to cook some pasta and didn’t want to leave the area.  He was waiting for the water to boil and he had to pee. “Fox you stay here and watch the water, when it starts to boil, put the pasta in, I’ll be right back,” instructed Jim.  Jim left him there and then reappeared about 5 minutes to find the pasta cooking in the boiling water.  “Thanks,” and patted him on his bottom.

Fox hesitated before asking, “Is that all you wanted me for?”

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“Why did you demand that my pants be off?”

“Because I like the view of you coming and I especially like the view of your bottom when I came back.”

Fox stayed thinking of what he could do to really convince Jim that he can be trusted and the thought that came to him nearly sickened him.  He swallowed hard and went back to him.  He approached him from behind and taking a deep breath put his hands around Jim’s neck and gave him a kiss on the side of his neck.  “Oh, master, would you make love to me?  I have learned to love it and you.  Just like you told me I would.” Fox turned away and picked up the paddle from the table, “I understand how wrong my attitude’s been too.  Please punish me.”  To say Jim was surprised would be an understatement but happy if his pet was finally going to accept all aspects of his fate.  He sat down and pulled Fox over his lap, landing 3 smacks on the already pink cheeks.  Fox didn’t cry out it was like it all was happening to another person.  After the last stroke Jim let him up, “Thank you master.  Let me pleasure you.”

Jim nodded is head in agreement.  “Turn off the stove.”  Fox rushed to do as he was told then took his master’s hand and led him to the bedroom.  “May I undress you?” Fox asked. “You may.” Jim stood still while Fox undid his shirt.  Kissing his nipples down his chest to his navel when he loosened the belt and pulled the jeans and boxer’s down.  Jim stepped out of them he was already barefoot.  Fox took Jim’s cock in his mouth and started sucking it.   “Pet, that feels so good.” When it was hard Fox turned over and spread his legs.  “Do me master.” Fox was entered one tear fell that Jim didn’t see.

Jim didn’t need to be invited twice and in one might thrust penetrated Fox’s rectum to the hilt.  He started out slowly with his thrusting but casually sped it up until his balls were hitting Fox on his cheeks.  He found Fox’s cock and stroked it until it was hard and ready to climax.  Soon they climaxed together.  Fox had screamed with the first thrust and hadn’t stopped until he was filled and shooting.

“Boy, that was wonderful, lunch is going to be late today.  I’m here to stay for a while and I’m still hungry.”  They repeated the performance over and over again until Fox was so sore that he could barely sit.  He had to act like he enjoyed it and wanted to continue with his master.  He convinced himself that he was doing it for one purpose only: to escape.

When he was finally able to convince his master that he was hungry for food and not more sex, Jim popped out.  Fox was filled to overflowing or so it felt.  He noticed that that along with the semen there was blood staining the sheets.  He staggered to the bathroom.  While there he threw up, he felt so soiled for igniting that whole sexual episode.

“Master <oh, how he hated to use that term> can you please give me an enema now, so I can be cleaned inside before my shower?” asked Fox pitifully.  He turned those puppy dog eyes upon Jim and he came running.  Soon he had Fox on his side with an enema nozzle coming out of his anus.  Fox didn’t like it but he wanted that bastard’s semen out of him.  As soon as he was clean on the inside he jumped in the shower so he could be clean on the outside.

When Fox came out of the bathroom he saw that Jim was waiting for him with a jar of the herbal cream in his hands.  Fox automatically went to the couch and laid face down and spread his legs.  He soon felt the all-familiar anal douche tip in his anus and felt the cream in his rectum once again.  He stayed there until Jim called him for a late lunch of spaghetti with meat sauce.

That night Jim treated him with the night to himself.  Once safely in bed by himself Fox gave in to his emotions and began to cry softly into his pillow.  He sobbed himself to sleep.

The next day after breakfast Jim told Fox, “Fox, I’m going hunting with Ben and my father, while I’m gone I want you to do the laundry, clean up the room and reheat the leftover stew for lunch.  Dad and Ben will be joining us.  Expect us by noon.  I want to show you off to Dad.”

Fox nodded, “Everything will be ready for your return, master.” He checked the clock over the mantle and saw that it was 7 a.m.  As soon as Jim left, Fox got busy pulling out the things he would need for his escape.  He had been collecting for the last two weeks.  He went to his stash of clothes he had been taking a piece of clothing every time he did laundry.   He pulled out a large cloth and in the middle put some extra clothes, dried food <jerky, fruit, and crackers>, he filled up a canteen with the cool mountain water.  He put the food in its own container so he wouldn’t be leaving crumbs.
Finally he took some money and put it in his pocket.

Fox waited another hour just incase Jim was still nearby and went into the kitchen.  He filled three bowls with stew and put them aback into the refrigerator along with a note.  It said, “Enjoy your stew, I hope you like it cold.”

Fox left the cabin round 9 in the morning.  Before he left the area he let the horses out of the corral and turned off the generator.  He carefully looked around and started off down the mountain.  He took the opposite way than the way they came out.  He didn’t know his way but couldn’t afford to go past the cabins they passed on the way up.  He knew they would catch him if they saw him.

Soon he was sliding down part of the mountain.  His foot had hit some loose gravel.  He managed to stop himself before going down too far.  He stopped for a breather and to take a look around and plot his next course.  It was only by luck that Fox even made it down the mountain the fast way.

Checking his watch he saw that it was already 11 in the morning and he got up to continue his way downward.  He knew that when Jim and his family came in and saw that he was gone they would be after him and he wanted to put as much distance between them as possible.

He came to a ledge and looked down to discover that he had only about 100 yards to go before he would reach the bottom.  He thought that he could see the highway.  With that thought in mind he hurried with out being as careful as he was in the beginning and came around the bend right to a country store.
He saw several men rocking on the porch and decided to bluff his way past them.

“Howdy,” one of the men said and Fox not wanting to draw their attention to him by not answering replied in turn, “Hello.”

He smiled at them and hurried past, or so he thought.  He didn’t get very far when he ran into them once again only a few yards from the store.  They were standing next to their horses.  The old man who had spoke, stepped up to him and said, “You aren’t from here.  Who are you visiting?”  Fox quickly said, “Jim Gray, I was to meet him just down the road, so I had better be on my way.”  He walked past and didn’t see the old man nod at him.  Suddenly he was grabbed and as he struggled his pants were removed.

“Does he have it?” questioned the old man.  “Yep, he belongs to Jim,” replied one of his brothers.  “Well, I discovered him so hand him up.”  Before Fox could stop them he was hoisted up to lie face down over the saddle with his butt right in the best place to be spanked.

The old man waited until Fox had been tied in place and then he started the journey back up the mountain spanking Fox as he rode.  The man’s leathery hand felt so hard and relentless on his bottom and soon he had Fox screaming in pain.  SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…SMACK…and on the spanking continued.  “Oooohhhhwwwwooo,” Fox howled in pain.  His bottom was quickly turning form white to pink and now to a glorious shade of red.  The old man paused in his administrations to start on the back of Fox’s thighs turning them the same shade as his bottom.  The old man took his time riding back up.

Fox didn’t think he could take anymore and the licks continued.  Once his thighs were the same shade of red the old man turned his attention the skin in the crack separating the glowing globes.  First he peppered the right side and then the left.  Fox screamed anew with this new assault to his backside.

The assault continued, until they rode up to the cabin and Jim and family came out.  “I believe that this is yours,” pointing to Fox’s red and sore bottom.  Jim nodded grimly.  “Well, it’s been a real pleasure,” and with one final hard smack to Fox’s backside he untied him and allowed him to slide down to the ground.

Fox was sobbing and rubbing his bottom when his feet finally touched ground.  Jim was there instantly to claim his property.
“Thanks, Mr. Jimson for bringing him back to me.”

“No thank you, I haven’t had so much fun since my son’s last misbehavior some 20 years ago.  Oh, by the way here are his pants and the bundle he had with him,” throwing both items down at Jim’s feet.

Jim nodded his thanks once again stooped to pick up the bundles and hustled Fox into the cabin.  Once inside he threw the bundles down and yanked the shirt off of him and threw him to the bed.  Still not speaking he freed his cock and in a moment it was hard and threw himself on Fox and in one mighty thrust he entered Fox.  He was as brutal in his assault as he could be.  The sudden penetration caused Fox to scream out in terror and pain, “AAAAAHHHHWWWWOOOOHHHH.”

Fox had never been treated like this.  Jim pounded into him with so much force that the pain was tearing him apart.  He felt his anus tear in the assault. He tried to get away but Jim was just too strong and if that wasn’t the worse of it the moment he glanced up he saw that James was filming the whole degrading incident and Ben was watching intently as well.  “Pleaseee.  Stop.  I’m sorry, please stop.  You’re tearing me apart.  OWWWW….OHHHWWWW…AAHWWWCH.”

As soon as the first assault was over and he had shot his load deep in Fox’s bowels he rammed one of his carved dildo into his rectum.  The dildo he used was much bigger than his own penis and sent new pains tearing through Fox’s rectum.  Fox cried out, “AAAHHHWWWWWOOOWWWWAAAWW” and passed out from the pain as soon as the scream had left his mouth. He slumped unconsciously on the bed.

Jim moved away from the broken and bleeding body on the bed.  He left the dildo in place and sat to wait Fox’s return to consciousness.  He didn’t have to wait long before a groan alerted Jim to Fox’s waking up.  Fox woke up and automatically turned over on his back until the bed made contact with the dildo rammed in his rectum and screamed as new waves of pain went through him.  He turned back to his stomach and reached back to pull it out when his hand was arrested.

“Oh, no you don’t boy.  That stays for a while longer.  You were lying to me earlier making me feel that you were trustworthy and wanting my love.  For that deception your bottom paid by experiencing what my mama used to call, Coup de Grasse.  What I just did to you on your return is my version of it," and he yanked Fox up and to his feet.  The sudden movement caused the dildo in his rectum to move causing more pain in his ravaged bottom.  He could feel blood and what he guessed was semen trickle out and down his thighs.
 

Fox sobbed his pain and humiliation of being used so brutally.
Jim took him to the center of the room and left him there, to be viewed by all three of them.  Fox was so wobbly that he could hardly stand.  “Jim, will you admit that he needs to be with me now, I can train him for his station in life.  If we can train him to serve as our demonstrator we can train anyone,” admonished James.  He reached out and brought Fox to him and ran his hand down the inside of his leg.  Fox was too tired and momentarily broken to resist.  James reached up and in one sudden motion ripped the dildo out.  The motion brought new pain to Fox and he screamed.

With the dildo out more of the blood and semen poured out and down his legs.  Jim paused to consider what his dad was saying.  He watched as Fox continued to sob and a spark of concern sprang up within him.  “No, I‘m keeping him.  After I train him I’ll lend him to you to be used as a demonstrator, but I’m the one that needs to train him.”

Ben stood up then and timidly went to Fox and led him from the room to his brother’s bed where he tenderly tended to his injuries.  He fetched warm water and a soft cloth and wiped away the blood and semen from his backside, thighs and legs.  Fox continued to sob at his attentions knowing that his pain soon would be leaving his body with the application of the herbal cream.  Ben leaned over and whispered in his ear, “before I can apply the cream I must wash out the blood and semen from your rectum.  To do this I need to give you an enema, okay?”  Fox just nodded.

 Ben helped him to the bathroom and tenderly inserted the tip of the nozzle in his torn anus and rectum.  Fox cried as he felt the warm water flow into his ravaged rectum.  He bit his lip to keep from crying out loud.  Finally that was over and he was led his room and his bed to lie face down on the cool sheets.  He inserted the prepared anal douche and emptied the contents in Fox’s sore and scraped rectum.  The coolness of the cream felt heavenly to Fox and he could feel the numbness spread throughout the area.  Ben refilled and emptied the douche one more time to be extra sure of the healing.  He rubbed a heavy application on Fox’s anus and left him to heal.  Fox felt the soothing properties of the cream take over and he fell into a dreamless sleep.
 

When Fox awoke he found that he was alone with Jim.  Jim’s own eyes brighten up when he sees his pet open his eyes.  “Well now that you know the consequences of your actions, maybe it will put an end to your escape attempts.  Although your anus and rectum have been healed.  Your bottom and thighs are still sore and red from your spanking. I figure that for the next week at least you will be too sore to think about escaping.”

Fox gasped as he turned cautiously on his back and returned immediately to his stomach.  “You’re right, escape is the furthermost from my mind at the moment.  I’m only interested in sitting comfortably for now.”

“Why did you try to escape?  Don’t you know how much I love you?”

Fox just looked at him in disbelief and said, “You can’t believe that I will every love you.  Even if I could forgive you for the kidnapping the daily rapes are reason to hate you until the day I die.”  Fox took a deep breath, “Besides I have a whole other life!”

“You only feel that way because your training isn’t finished yet.  What you need is an outing to show you what I mean.  Now rest up and at the end of the week I’ll have some news for you.”  Jim abruptly got up and left him to ponder his words.

Jim spent the rest of the night showing Fox how good he could have it.  Whatever Fox wanted except for his freedom and clothes he got.  When Fox fell asleep again Jim gently tucked the covers around the nude man.

Fox slept the whole night without stirring from his position.
He was awakened by a light slap to his sore bottom.  It was enough to waken not only him put the pain in his bottom.  He looked up and saw Jim.  “Wake up my pet, you have a lot to do today. I want you to clean the kitchen floor.  I think that being on your knees with your naked butt in the air will be a gentle reminder of your status. You can start after breakfast. I’ll bring you a bucket and rag.”

Fox spent the whole day doing whatever menial job Jim could think of.  He cleaned the kitchen floor till it was spotless.  After being on his knees for that chore, he was sent to change the beds and do the laundry next, and whenever Jim past him he delivered a stinging blow to his backside.

By the time 3:00 o’clock came Fox was so tired.  He was sweeping the front porch when James, Ben, and another individual rode up.  “Cub come here and take my reins,” commanded James.  Fox ran to obey and tied the reins to the post at the front of the cabin.  Only when they were tied did James step out of the saddle.  Fox did the same for Ben and the other man without being told.

“Cub, come here,” pointing to the ground in front of him ordered James.   Once again Fox obeyed.  James grasped him and turned him around to see his backside.  He bent him over, and told him to grab his ankles and to spread his legs.
Fox obeyed, too frightened after last night, not to.  James lubricated his fingers with spit and stuck two roughly in.  Fox jumped at the intrusion and yelled out, “Owwwooohhhwwch,” but he held his ground.

James spoke for the first time to the other man, “See Jerry, this is the one I was talking about.  He’s only obeying now because he still remembers last night, don’t you boy?”  He ended the statement by whipping his fingers out abruptly.  Fox danced around with the pain of the rough removal and didn’t grace him with an answer.  James reached again for Fox only he danced around him and ran back into the cabin.

James motioned for the others to follow him and knocked on the door.  After a moment Fox opened it and they walked in.  “Dad, what did you do to him?  I had to threaten him with a spanking to get him to open the door just now.”

“Oh, nothing I was just examining him.  Showing him off to a perspective buyer.  Son, this is Jerry Owens and he was looking for a spirited slave.   He is the agent for someone in the market for an untrained slave, and the first one I thought of was you fox cub here.” <in reality Jerry was an agent for James>

“No, he’s not for sale.  Dad, you know that.  I’m sorry you came all this way for nothing Mr. Owens, but I’m not selling him.  Good day, sir.”

After they had left Jim looked at Fox and made a decision.  He picked up the phone and made some calls.  He was on the phone for some time.  He had decided that it was time for them to leave the mountain on his promised outing to get Fox out of the clutches of his father.  When they returned maybe the old man would have Fox off of his mind.

While Jim was making the arrangements, James and Jerry were talking.  The topic was Fox and how to get him away from Jim.  Ben had ridden up ahead as soon as he realized his father and the other gentleman were in a deep conversation.  He wanted no part of it.  He would have to return to Jim and warn him later.

It was three days before final arrangements were made by Jim to take Fox to his first Pet Show.  He hoped that Fox would learn from it and he could convince his Dad that Fox was not to be offered for sale again.  With that plan in mind they left soon afterwards.

They left before Ben could tell them of his suspicions.  He really felt that his father and Mr. Owens were plotting to get Fox on the auction block to be sold.  He knew that his brother loved his fox cub and he didn’t want him to lose him as he did the orphan cub he had as a boy.

When Ben came back home his father grilled him as to where he had gone.  “Ben, where were you?  I noticed that you had left early this morning.”

“I just went for a ride, Dad to see Jim,” started Ben when he was interrupted.  “You didn’t tell him anything about ‘our’ plans, did you boy?”

“No, they were gone.”

“Gone?”

“Yes, Jim even turned off the generator and took the animals with him, so they aren’t coming back anytime soon.”

 James didn’t take the news well and was on the phone to Jerry right away.  After a few words with Jerry he started to call all of the family on the mountain trying to locate Jim and Fox.  It was about an hour later that he located the cousins keeping the cow.

He came back in the room and with a smile on his face announced, “I’ve found them.  They left the cow with your mother’s people down the mountain.  Jim told them that he was taking his fox cub to a Pet Show.  That he would probably be back in a week’s time.  He thinks that if Fox returns with ribbons that I’ll stop pushing for his sale.  We will see.”

“Dad, why don’t you leave Fox with Jim.  You know how happy he is to have his fox cub back.”

“Ben, you know as well as I do that boy can not be trained.  He is going to try to escape until he manages it and then it will be curtains for us all.  This way he will be sold away from the mountain, and possibly out of the country and out of our hair.
It was the same for that fox cub he had as a boy.  He tried to train him to behave like a dog.  It wasn’t working so one night I took him and let him go free high in the mountains.  He was able to take care of himself.  Now I must take care of this problem as well.”

Ben just nodded, he knew his father was right, but he couldn’t help but be sorry for Jim.  He would just have to be gone when this took place.  Maybe he could arrange for a trip to the city for supplies when Fox was spirited away.

While Fox and Jim were gone James used the time wisely, planning with Jerry on the best way to grab Fox.  James told Ben, “I’m going to go on a fact finding trip, I should be gone for a couple of days.”  Ben just nodded, he knew what his dad was up to and he was sorry for Jim’s sake.

The next day saw Jim and Fox on their way to the pet show and James on his way to meet with Jerry about the best ways to separate Jim from his fox cub.  They eventually decided on the most direct way.  James would offer his son some refreshments when they returned.  The refreshments would contain a sedative that would knock Jim out.  He was sure that his son would come, he would want to get things out in the open about his Dad pushing Fox’s sale and if by some chance Fox won any ribbons he would want to show those off as well.

They selected a quick acting sedative one that was suppose to work within 5 minutes of digesting it.  Jim wouldn’t know what had hit him.  Jim would be as upset as he had been when he discovered that his fox cub was missing as a boy.

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While all of this was going on the FBI was getting closer to finding its agent.  AD Skinner had accompanied Agent Scully to West Virginia and they were now following leads to the man called Jim Gray.

They were working with the local police in one of the towns that Jim Gray had listed as his dummy address.  They were talking to someone is vice when they got their first break.  It was a Sergeant Tims and he remembered a rumor about a white slavery ring being here at one time and one of the names he remembered being mentioned as a supplier was a James Gray.  Could this be the one they were looking for?

They were ecstatic with the information and yes it might be exactly who they were looking for.  They were sent to the Lieutenant who knew of informers who might be able to give them more information.  Names and locations were given to Skinner and he and Scully went to find out more.
 

When Jim did return a few days later he was flying high.  Fox had done better than he hoped and he knew that he could convince his father that he was trainable.  He decided to call him on his cell phone and give him the good news.

Ben happened to walk in to find his father just hanging up and grinning at him.  “What’s up Dad?  You look like you’re about to dance a jig.”

“Your brother is back.  We are going to meet him at his cabin with supper.  I’ll have Fox in my hands tonight.”

“Dad, if you don’t mind, I rather not be there.  Tell him that I am buying supplies for the upcoming months, I know that what you say is probably right I just rather not be there when you grab him.”

“Okay son, why don’t you leave now and I’ll be on my way.”

Ben left and his father pulled out the leftovers from the noon meal to take to his son and the Cub for their evening meal.  As was their custom they would eat first and Fox would be fed later.  He would slip the sedative to Jim in his food and take Fox afterwards.  He called Jerry to alert him.  He would have a helicopter ready to take him away.

When Jim and Fox rode up later they walked into their cabin to find James waiting with supper in the stove to keep it warm.
“Hi son, I thought that I would have supper waiting.  I knew you wouldn’t mind my coming in and getting things ready.”

“Dad, I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed for a change.  I want to show you what Fox learned at the show.”

“There is plenty of time for that just put your bags down and come over here and eat while it is hot.”  Jim seated himself as well as Fox when James bought out the venison roast with potatoes and carrots around it.  When James saw Fox sitting there next to his son, he grew angry and yanked him out and said, “slaves do not sit at the same table as his master while I’m in the room.”  Jim motioned for Fox to stay on the floor where his angry father had placed him.

James served his son, and then himself. Fox would have to wait until his master had eaten before James would give him something to eat. Jim and his father began to eat.  “Dad, this is delicious.  Where is Ben?”

“Oh, I forgot to tell you he left this morning for more supplies for the winter.”

James was watching Jim carefully and as soon as he noticed that he was asleep, got up and prepared to apprehend Fox.  He went to his saddlebag and removed handcuffs and chains.  He had kept his back to Fox who hadn’t noticed anything while sitting on the floor.

James returned and quickly subdued Fox and placed the handcuffs on his wrists.  “Now you belong to me boy,” and began to pull him up and from the table.

“What…what are you doing,” shouted Fox struggling to get away.

“I know something that my son won’t admit.  You are not trainable and will probably escape some day and bring our empire down.  So I’m going to take you to a slave auction and sell you to anyone who will take you out of the country.”

“Nooooooooo,” shouted Fox struggling harder.  James began to drag him out the door.  He put him over the saddle face down and tied him in place.  He jumped up behind him and galloped off into the night.  He went to the nearest flat area and there was the helicopter waiting for him.  He handed Fox over to the pilot.  Fox was tied in the back and off it went.

James hurried back to Jim and tore the cabin up making it look like someone else had taken the cub.  He put his head down on the table like that of his son and waited for Jim to awake and find out that the cub was missing.

It was about two hours later that Jim began to stir.  The first thing he noticed was that his father had his head down, too.  He then noticed that the cabin showed signs of a struggled taking place and looked for Fox.  “Dad, dad…wake up.”  James began to act like he was waking and replied, “What’s wrong son?”

“Fox is missing and it looks like he put up a struggle.” Jim looked closer at the meat and asked, “Where did you get the meat, Dad?”

“Jerry Owens sent it to me and asked me to share it with you...do you think he put something in it? He was awfully interested in your cub.”

“Dad, he must have and he has Fox.”

Jim got up to try and follow but was still a little wobbly.  “Jim, my boy, take it easy you’re not over the effects of the drug like I am.  Go to bed and I’ll call the family to put feelers out and they will try and find him for you.”  James convinced Jim to go bed and he did take his phone out but instead of calling the family he called his partner in the kidnapping.

“Jerry?  He’s on his way to you.  Put him in a holding tank and I’ll be there tomorrow.  Feed him and give him something to drink and leave him alone.”

James stayed the night with his son, comforting him as best as he could.  He played the part so well that his son believed him.  Early the next morning he left Jim a note saying that he was going to see to the recovery personally and left to meet with Jerry.

By noon he had arrived to the holding area to see his prize.  Fox had been put into one of the back holding tanks.  He had been chained to the wall with a chain attached to his waist.  When James entered the room Fox lunged for him.  He was refrained by the ever-present Jerry.   Jerry  held him down while James stripped him of his clothes.

He unlocked the waist chain and Jerry grabbed him by his penis and led him from the room.  Whenever Fox tried to pull away the hold on his penis was tightened.  Fox was forced to docilely trot behind them or be hurt.  They came to the baths where Jerry took great pleasure in washing every inch of Fox’s body he was rinsed then made to y kneel on the a table while an enema nozzle was stuck up his butt.  The indignity didn’t end until Fox was cleaned inside and out.  He was then dressed in a pair of shorts, t-shirts and some slippers for his feet.

The waiting room he was taken too had several chairs with restraints for the slave’s that would be auctioned off.  Fox was pushed down into the nearest one and strapped in.   He received a slap when he tried to protest.
 

“Sir, one of the informers came through and told me where the slave auctions take place.  He believes that James Grey will be there taking part in the auction.  Probably selling but he might buy some to train.  The slaves,” Scully spit the word out her anger that someone could be buying and selling humans knew no bounds and that one of them might be her partner…well suspects had been killed running away before, “are usually, males ranging from their teens to early 20’s.  But, any unattached man who’d fit a prospective buyers needs would be fair game.”

“Great work Scully, once we get our hands on this James Gray maybe he can tell us where we can find Agent Mulder.  I’ll arrange for back-up.”  In a very short time, they were on their way to the supposed location of the slave auction.  Skinner glanced at Scully hoping that she would be professional when dealing with the ones responsible for her partner’s disappearance.
 

Fox was pulled on stage and his feet were chained spread apart.  His arms were raised above his head and chained from a hook hanging from the ceiling.  Once satisfied that his wares were positioned to their best advantage, James came up and started to give the high points on Fox to the audience.  “This boy is being put on the block as untrained.  He is in his early 20’s and as you can see,” at this point James rips the clothes off Fox leaving him nude to their view, “he is ripe for the taking.
If anyone of you gentlemen would like to examine him, please come forth. I only ask that there are no more than four at a time.”

The first four to come to the stage approached Fox eagerly to check him out.  While one twisted his nipples, another ran their hands down his inner thighs, another stuck their finger in his anus and the final one stroked his penis and balls.  Fox was being assaulted from too many sides at once.  He couldn’t control his reactions his penis went from soft to a hard erection in a few minutes.  The pleasure/pain would have made him fall if not for the chains keeping him upright.  The men noticed at once what their actions were doing to him and decided to play with him some more.   The changed positions until Fox couldn’t take it any more and screamed out, “Noooooooooooooo…ooohhhwww.”

James allowed every one there to have a turn examining his ‘boy’ before starting the auction.  Fox was a quivering mass of jelly by the time the auction actually began.  He felt so ashamed by his body’s reactions.  That he was exposed to an audience of men and women and the fact that they were free to touch him as intimately as they choose.   He had blushed every time some one had felt him.  And even now was sobbing at the thought of what they future would hold for him.

He was startled when the mallet came down and a loud voice cried, “SOLD.”  He looked around to see who had bought him.
He saw James smiling broadly and knew that was a bad sign.  He was right when a large individual came forth to claim him.
After paying the money to James he thrust his fingers into his anus causing Fox to cry out in pain, “Aahhwwwooohhhwww.  No please.”

He was unchained and pulled from the stage, “Quiet, Boy, the first thing I’m going to do is sink my large member into that tight ass of yours. If you don’t watch it I’ll do it now.”  Fox quieted down looking for a place to make his escape.  What he saw was an open door to the outside.  He didn’t care if he was nude he was going to make a try for it.  The other option was unthinkable. He saw his chance and grabbed a nearby pipe and swung it hitting his new ‘master’ in the back.  When he went down Fox ran past.  It wasn’t until he had his hand on the door that he was caught and thrown to the floor. “Okay boy, you asked for it and now you are going to get it.”  He approached Fox unzipping his pants as he came.  Once his penis sprung loose it grew in size and Fox knew that he was going to experience the worse pain yet.  He tried to back away.  He was rolled over and he felt the blunt end at his anus and began to scream as it was forced in.  He knew that it would tear him apart.  He felt the muscles give way and as the thrust was beginning it was suddenly gone.

Fox looked around and saw that it was Jim who had saved him.  The man was lying there unconscious, the remains of a wooden chair was all around.  Jim pulled him from the floor.

“How…how did you find me?” Stammered Fox.

 “I followed my instincts and decided that if it was me I would try and sell you at the nearest auction and came looking.”

“It was your father,” stated Fox simply.

“I know. I finally figured out that he wanted you gone, why would he then try and help me find you.”

“Let me go home,” pleaded Fox.

“Nope, you are mine.  This should show you that I would never let you go.  Let me see if you are hurt” He turned Fox around.  It was then that he saw the blood.  “That bastard tore you when he tried to enter you just now.  Well a little cream will take care of it, and pulled the cream out and applied some to Fox’s anus.  “We have got to go now,” stated Jim and began to pull a struggling Fox along.  During the struggle the jar of miracle healing cream was dropped unbeknown to Jim.  Fox had seen it fall.

They made it as far as the front door when the place was overflowing with cops.  “Oh, no a raid,” cried Jim and finally Fox was able to pull free, Jim tried to grab him but Fox ducked under his arms and ran towards the cops.  Jim took one last look at Fox and ran. He had to return to the mountain and get the family out of there and on the way to their other hideaway before Fox passed their location to the law.

Scully and Skinner were searching for Gray when they saw Fox running towards the uniformed officers.  He was grabbed by one of them and led away.  Scully was running towards them with Skinner right behind her.  Skinner caught up to her before she made her presence known.  “Scully let me go first.  He might be embarrassed by having you see him like this.”  She nodded, “Go to him sir and cover him but I’m checking him out.”  She warned.

Skinner strode up to the two men and said, “Agent Mulder, thank God we finally found you here take my coat you look cold.” Fox took it gratefully and put it on at once.  Scully came up after she saw that he was covered.  “Mulder, I’ve missed you so.”  Fox looked up and she hugged him.  He began to tremble and Scully recognized fatigue and hissed to Skinner, “Sir, we need to get him out of here.  Let’s get to the hospital and have him checked out.” As they began to hustle Fox out he stopped Scully by requesting urgently, “Scully stop, Jim dropped a jar of cream.  You have to get it.  It works miracles.  It’s back there,” pointing in the direction he had come.  “Please go get it.”  Fox begged.

He was trembling and refusing to go on, so Scully back tracked him and did indeed come upon a small jar.  She picked it up and upon opening it discovered it did contain a cream.  “This must be it,” she thought and took it back to her partner who identified it as the mysterious cream.  He then started to tremble even more.

Skinner noticing that reaction was setting in picked him up and carried him to the car gently placing him in the back seat. They didn’t notice that Fox’s kidnapper had seen them.  “So you friends found you cub, they can have you for now.  But I’ll will get you back!”  He vowed silently knowing that the tracking device would lead him back to his pet.  He’s only regret was that he had been too drugged up to think clearly and only remembered the tracking device after his father had left this morning.   That was how he really found Fox but he didn’t want to warn the other man when he found him

Fox was taken to the nearest hospital for a thorough check up.  “Please just let me go home, I’ll be all right once I’m home.”

Scully looked at her partner and while she wanted to give into his pleas, she wanted evidence to nail the people who wanted him more.  “Fox, we have to have you looked at for evidence.  I’m sorry.” Fox nodded his understanding, “You’ll be there, please?” Scully nodded <What have they done to you? >  Scully accompanied him into the ER while Skinner arranged everything.

The End

(The recovery will be in Part 4: the Road to Recovery.  Part 3 is next: The Pet Show, coming soon)

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