Story Post: Kalvin and Harvard Ch 6 Harvard’s Home from Work

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Kalvin and Harvard Chapter 6: Harvard’s Home from Work

Story Post for May, 2017 (catchup)

Coauthor: Ajax B. Coriander

Universe: Blackstone's Organization

Tags: NC, Slavery, Oral, Anal, Hyena, Kangaroo, Badger

7,638 words

Artwork by Rwolf, featuring Kalvin this time.

Making progress again I think? This chapter is getting broken up and posted because… well I just need to post more. And the next section, while already written some time ago by my coauthor on this story project, will take some real editing to fix up.(Things have changed in the story since he wrote it.)

So here are the next two scenes, which will show you all a little more about both Harvard and Ethan, and how Kalvin’s new master may have hidden depths to him he has not yet discovered.

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Kalvin’s paws twitched, and his fur felt hot as he stood at attention in the front hallway of Harvard’s mansion. The hyena was maintaining the straight backed, at attention posture he’d been taught was the proper way to great his master, with his eyes downcast as a slave should. The pose meant that he was basically staring down at his own perpetually hard cock, which pointed at the front door and throbbing underneath his six pack abs. His head was swimming, and it was hard to think.

He’d endured close to an hour of sensual attention from Natasha, as the feminized horse boy ‘introduced’ himself by working Kalvin’s dick over with his mouth to the point that the hyena was experiencing a near constant, but unfulfilled orgasm. The femmy colt seemed to really enjoy what he was doing, because he didn’t complain or stop rubbing his hands across Kalvin even once. He just kept teasing and tormenting Kalvin’s hardon, in between worshiping his muscles with hands, lips, and tongue. Natasha worked the hyena to the point he was whimpering so loudly that Philip had to turn up the sound on the soccer game he’d turned on.

Ethan and James had stayed in the bar as well, waiting on the elephant and eventually Simon, who joined them when the dinner he’d been preparing went into the oven. Kalvin had tried to stop his whimpers when the ram came in, but Simon informed Kalvin that he was to be a ‘vocal’ slave, and should keep his moans loud so they pleased Harvard, though the sheep clearly didn’t approve of this.

Simon also clearly didn’t approve of Ethan’s attitude. The kangaroo, who had been sulking and avoiding Kalvin as Natasha made the hyena moan, got a short, sharp lesson in posture and behavior from the ram.

Kalvin’s face flinched a little and his round ears twitch as he thought about how Simon had bent Ethan over the arm of a chair and turned the kangaroo’s rump redder than his fur in under a minute, using just his open palm. Ethan had begged and pleaded that he was sorry, but Simon had kept the spanking going until the kangaroo had apologized ‘correctly’, debasing himself by saying “Please Chef, please spanking this useless slave’s disobedient rump harder, I deserve this for my insolence after everything Master Harvard has done for me. I am nothing. A slave is worthless unless he serves his master properly.” Then the ram had whipped out a riding crop and done exactly as the kangaroo had begged. Afterwards, Ethan had sucked off both the ram and the elephant off in apology for interrupting them while they watched the game. Not that they’d bothered to watch the game while punishing the kangaroo.

It had not really been that rough a punishment, compared to some Kalvin had seen Conrad dish out to disobedient slaves, but the speed and efficiency the ram displayed in bringing the kangaroo to tears and begging submission was impressive. Ethan clearly feared the ram, as did Natasha and James. Well, the fox less so. His behavior appeared to meet with Simon’s approval as he delivered the ram his preferred drink right on time, and the Chef allowed him to check on the food as it was cooking.

Eventually, Kalvin had been sent out here to wait for Harvard’s arrival. Ethan had been sent to clean the master’s study, and Natasha had followed Simon to help in the kitchen. Kalvin wasn’t sure what James went to do, but the fox had left as if he too had something he was supposed to attend to as well.

The hyena was broken out of his thoughts by the sound of a key turning in the front door. Kalvin took a breath and focused, drawing himself up perfectly straight as Harvard walked through the door. The badger’s stern face broke into a broad grin, his eyes looking Kalvin up and down as he loosened his tie. “I’m going to love coming home to that sight every day.”

“Welcome home, Sir. How was your day?” The hyena asked, his posture never wavering as Harvard approached him, his eyes looking straight down at the badger’s feet as he kept his paws behind his back.

“Infuriating, one of the worst, knowing that you were here at home waiting for me…” the badger reached a paw out, brushing it across the hyena’s chest, feeling the fur on his pectorals where the sweat from his workout had dried, leaving a musky sent that made his dick hard. “But it was also bearable knowing I had this nice hard cock to come back to,” the badger said with a soft growl as he wrapped his paw around the hyena’s pulsing shaft. Harvard’s paw began slowly stroking Kalvin’s shaft, as his other paw moved to trace over that younger male’s muscled chest. “Marvelous,” the badger muttered, both paws caressing the hyena’s pectoral muscles, which still felt pumped from the work out he’d had. Harvard’s paw slowly worked the hyena’s shaft as he tweaked Kalvin’s nipples and groped his muscles, “So, you met your fellow slaves today. What do you think of them, Kalvin?”

“They are a testament to my Master’s good taste,” the hyena replied, proud of himself for anticipating that Harvard might ask him that.

“You think so?” the badger said dubiously, “Well, Ethan is perhaps, and James is a good secretary now at least.” The badger’s muzzle twitched in a smile as his paws continued to stroke the big hyena’s body. “Simon is beside himself with how lax I’ve been with them. He has so many plans how to better train you all.”

No mention of Natasha or his mysterious fifth slave, that bull, Kalvin thought, and then shivered as the badger’s touch sent tingles across his body and coursing into his balls. Was this how every day in Harvard’s service was going to be? A day of brutal physical training, followed by Simon making him learn some demeaning, domestic skill like mixing drinks, followed by muscle worship and sex with Harvard? The hyena bit his lower lip as the badger’s paw stroked the head of his dick in a circle, making his legs shake. That didn’t sound so bad… especially if Harvard made him cum like he had last night…

“Simply fantastic, I can’t wait to see what gains you will make in the coming weeks…” Harvard mumbled, smiling at the effect his attentions were having on the hyena stud.

There was a soft chime, and the display on Harvard’s smart watch lit up as he teased the hyena’s nipple. The little display began scrolling numbers Kalvin couldn’t read across it, and from speakers above them hidden in the woodwork somewhere, ABS computer synthesized voice spoke in a pleasant tone. “Would you like a report on the slave Kalvin’s progress today, Master Harvard?”

“Yes, let’s see how you did today.” Harvard turned his arm to look at his watch, and the glow illuminated the badger’s face and Kalvin’s chest. “How did my slave perform today, Abs?”

Kalvin felt an uneasy feeling in his stomach. He was about to speak and explain what happened, but the computer spoke before he had a chance. “The slave did not finish the required workouts, and its review from Chef Simon was only 3 out of 5 stars. While compliant, submissive, and sexually talented, Kalvin does not have the required ambition to please his betters, or seek to dominate his fellow slaves as instructed.”

Kalvin felt the grip on his shaft start to tighten, going from playful teasing to bone crushing force as the badger looked up at him. If his cock wasn’t being forced to stay erect, the hyena would have felt his blood rush back into his body from the strength of the badger’s grip. Instead Kalvin gasped softly in pain, and watched as the badger’s eyes lost the dreamy appreciate they’d held and took on a cold calculation. Even though Kalvin had to look down to see Harvard’s face, he felt incredibly small looking into those eyes. “Would you like to explain why you did not finish your workout goals for the day?” the badger growled.

The young hyena squirmed, trying not to cry out as he felt that pain rising from his crotch, wanting to pull away but knowing that would only make things worse. “I-I hurt myself while working out, Master. A weight lifting mishap, I didn’t think it’d be a good idea to keep going, Sir!” He whined, voice cracking as he forced himself to stay in position. Tears began welling at the corners of his eyes as that badger held onto his dick with all his might.

“Abs, is this true?” Harvard said in a cold way.

Again, the computer voice spoke. “The subject slave was injured lifting weights, but the location and the severity were determined to not be impairing to the rest of the slave’s workout. It could have continued.”

“I was hurt! It shouldn’t matter where!” Kalvin said desperately, “Please master, I’ve been working out for years, long before I became your property, I was only doing what was safe so I could serve you better. It’s, it’s just some fucking stupid computer, and it doesn’t know what’s best for me!” Kalvin nearly shouted the last few words, as pain mixed with his pent up anger, and he lost control of his emotions.

Sudden rage twisted the badger’s face, as if Kalvin had insulted him rather than the computer. “Punishment protocol six!” The badger let go of the hyena’s cock, but the second he did the hyena felt a sudden wave of pain course up through his testicles, as if someone had kicked him, hard, in the testicles. Kalvin had been hit in the balls before, every male did at some point, but unlike the sharp burst of pain he’d felt on those occasions, this didn’t stop.

It kept pulsing, going on and on, like a boxer was hitting his balls over and over again. Kalvin fell to his hands and knees, tears streaming down his muzzle as he howled in agony. The badger grabbed the hyena’s sobbing face, his previous cold disapproval replaced with furious anger.

“That computer is better than you in every way, slave. I’ve poured years of my life into it, making sure it’d know how to whip little pit stains like you into shape. Muscle jocks who think they’re better than everyone else, more powerful just because they have muscles. Studs who think they can just shove someone smaller around and get their way. When in reality you’re just scum that should be licking my paws, and begging to please me in any way possible.”

Kalvin was having trouble seeing the badger’s face, even as Harvard held the hyena’s head stable and looked him in the eyes. The hyena hearing was fading in and out as blood pounded in his ears as everything hurt so badly. But despite the pain, Kalvin understood his master’s words as Harvard snarled in his face. “Abs is smarter than you. It’s better than you. Just like I am, and if you want to survive, you dumb muscle fucktard, you better learn that while I want you to be dominate and a top, I am still your master.” The badger’s paw gripped Kalvin by the collar, his knuckles digging into the hyena’s throat as he pulled his head up, forcing Kalvin to keep looking at him rather than slump to the ground. “I’m simply better than you are slave. It’s why you’re in pain right now, and I can stand over you and push you around even though you’re bigger and stronger. I am your better. Abs is your better, because our minds are stronger.” Harvard gave him one more shake before letting go and snapping his fingers, and just like that the pain to cut off. Kalvin dropped to the floor, shaking, his paws reaching down to cup his balls, which felt numb in the aftermath of the incredible pain. His balls felt utterly normal to his questing fingers, as if nothing had happened to the warm furry orbs at all, but Kalvin could still feel the ghost of the pain washing through him. His heart was beating like mad and his breathe came in short, ragged gasps as he lay on the floor. Everything hurt, and yet didn’t at the same time. And despite it all, his dick was hard as a rock and leaking precum as the tingling, pleasurable vibration feeling that had been teasing him all day was returning.

Above him, Harvard was looking at his watch again, saying. “Abs! Why wasn’t the vibration punishment function activated when he didn’t complete his work out?”

“It was.” The cool voice sounded distant to Kalvin’s pounding ears. “The ghost sensation of mild cock vibration has been active all afternoon, but it has not had any effect on Kalvin’s behavior.”

“Well,” the badger said with displeasure, looking down at the hyena, “It clearly isn’t turned up high enough to get through his thick skull. I was being nice, like always, but that was a mistake. Abs, I want you to turn the vibration punishment sensitivity up to full, along with a prostate stimulation protocol if he resists doing his duties beyond an hour. If that gets ignored while I’m at work, you are to add this e-stim protocol as an added incentive to get him to work out and behave properly.”

“Yes sir,” the computer said in smooth tones. “The punishment schedule for slave Kalvin has been updated,” with no hint of emotion at all.

Kalvin began to sit up slowly, his legs and arms shaking as his heart raced. The young hyena’s body was trembling as the endorphins and adrenaline triggered by the pain, which had actually only lasted a minute or so, flooded his system. The pit of his stomach ached, and he sobbed as the badger stood over him. Kalvin gasped for air, wiping tears and drool from his cheek, his whole body trembling as he looked up at Harvard, who stood over him, fuming. Oh god. Fuck, the hyena thought, completely terrified. I had no idea he could do that with just his voice. I’ve been in pain before, but god fucking damn. That was worse than anything I’ve ever felt.

The badger kicked off his shoes, and slid off his suit jacket. “The first of your punishments for this disobedience is going to be simple. You’re going to become a leaking pre-cum faucet for the next three days. You’ll constantly be at the edge of orgasm and dripping pre from the tip of your cock like a horny teenager with blue balls, and nothing you do will grant you relief. But, I can’t have you dripping jizz all over my floors, so I’ll have James put a special toy in your room for you to wear, a sperm collector.” The badger’s teeth showed as he grinned once. “I’m sure it will look much more like a cock-milker to your untrained eyes. Every time you fill it up, you’ll drink your precum mixed with some protein powered to make up for your missed workout time today. Bitches, even ones who are muscle studs like you, need to keep their cum on the inside. Only real men get to ejaculate in my house, and you’re just a prick that does what it’s told.”

The badger undid his cufflinks on his undershirt, before slowly undoing the buttons to it, eyes fixed on Kalvin’s prone body as he talked. “Your second punishment will be a lesson in what displeasing me means, in the long term. You saw my fifth slave, the bull, briefly when you arrived, as Conrad took him away for his annual reeducation session.”

Harvard was trying to sound calm and collected as he spoke, and failing badly. “As far as the totem pole in this house goes, he’s so far below even you that it’s not worth speaking his name anymore. He is just an object now. He used to be a dildo to be used for my pleasure, like you are now, but I welded a chastity cage onto his dick years ago after he was no longer attractive to me.” Kalvin blinked tears from his eyes, surprised at how upset the badger was. He had been furious before, livid with anger at being disobeyed, but that rage was even hotter now, replaced by the kind of anger that took years, decades to build up. A long held resentment that made his paws shake as he unbuttoned his shirt. Harvard seemed to grow even more upset as he spoke about his other slave, and Kalvin leaned back, adopting the most submissive pose he could in hopes of not to angering him further.

“He, unlike you, is able to cum as much as he wants, but can only do so through anal stimulation. All my slaves in chastity are allowed this privilege, and his little prick hasn’t been out of that stainless steel cage in years. I bet that once magnificent dick has shrunk to the size of a pencil by now.” The badger said the words with satisfied anger in his voice, and in the disorienting haze after the pain; Kalvin wondered briefly why the badger was so pleased. “That is the fate which awaits you, Kalvin, if you do not serve me the way I want you too. Think about that the next time you disobey ABS.”

Kalvin nodded his head, causing his vision to swim, but he needed to show Harvard he understood.

“Regardless, when he returns it will now be your job to make sure he spurts at least three times a week. You are to fuck the old bastard until he’s cumming like a sissy in that cage. I don’t care if you have to pound him into a drooling puddle or you bruise your balls to do it. He is to cum, mooing like the whore he is. I don’t want the fucker getting prostate cancer and dying, so he needs to get milked.” The badger’s grin returned, and he grabbed the tip of Kalvin’s dick again, gently this time, twisting his paw to cause a wave of pleasure to shoot up Kalvin’s body. “Unlike you, who never has to worry about that again. The modifications in your system take care of any danger you might face from blue balls, and I could keep you pent up and horny for years before letting you shoot and it wouldn’t do a thing to your health.”

Except maybe driving me insane, Kalvin thought, but most certainly didn’t say as he shuddered under Harvard’s touch.

The badger let go and finished taking off his shirt, and he wasn't looking at Kalvin anymore. “I want to keep the Bull around for as long as possible. I want him to live every day in the personal hell that I’ve made for him.” His attention seemed to wave for a moment as he drifted off to his thoughts as he pulled his pants down, revealing a bright orange jockstrap that held back his erection. Harvard kicked his pants away and finished undressing by pulling off his socks, so he was wearing only the designer jock strap. His bare paws wiggled against the hardwood floor, and Harvard snarled at his newest slave. “Now, kiss my feet and apologies for today.”

“What?” Kalvin said in confusion without thinking, something he instantly came to regret as he felt a palm slap him across his face.

“I said fucking kiss my feet, bitch. You don’t ask questions you dumb fucking jock. You’re only purpose in life is to do what I said. Now. Kiss. My. Fucking. Feet.” The badger said as he grabbed the hyena’s collar, and shoved his face down against his feet.

The hyena felt like a puppy again, and he began sniffling as he nuzzled as his better’s feet, and started to kiss them softly. “Now grovel. Beg to fuck me.”

The hyena sucked up what was left of his pride, and he said. “Please Sir! I want to feel my cock under your spade tail. I want to make you happy like I’m supposed to. I want to make sure those balls of yours are drained while, my own cum stays locked inside where it belongs.” Kalvin said, between kissing the shorter badger’s feet frantically.

“Good,” Harvard said, slightly mollified by how eager and desperate the hyena sounded, and reached down and grabbed that boy’s collar again. The slightly portly badger grunted as twisted the hyena’s collar, forcing the naked stud to roll over onto his back. He straddled that boy, who’s cock was already starting to drip with pre from his activated punishment. Kalvin whimpered as Harvard he used his fingers to smear pre across the hyena’s hard pulsing shaft. The badger’s orange jockstrap clung to the smaller erection he was sporting, outlining it clearly through the fabric. Kalvin reached up a paw, and gingerly began to rub at his master’s bulge, hoping to please him by doing so. Harvard said nothing but squatted over the slave, his fingers under the hyena boy’s collar, and eyes still flickering with anger as he rubbed that boy’s cock between his black furred cheeks.

Kalvin shuddered as Harvard took the hyena stud’s cock in the other hand and pressed it to his puckered hole. “You are mine, Kalvin. You are my toy. You are my pound of flesh to use how I see fit.” Harvard said in harsh tones, eyes fixed on Kalvin’s. “You are nothing better than a dildo that happens to be attached to someone living and breathing because it feels better for me that way. I was going to be nice about all this, to treat you like a new lover, and see if you responded properly. I was going to let you enjoy your time here. But clearly Simon is right; I have been too lenient with my slaves,” Harvard said as he forced that younger man to look him in the eyes as the badger pressed himself down on that hard pulsing flesh, his skilled ass sinking all the way down his living dildo in one go.

The hyena’s hips jerked, and he had to struggle to keep himself still as he lay under his master. He could feel Harvard’s tight anal muscles clenching around his sore and needy cock, the badger’s lubed hole taking him completely and without hesitation. The badger started to bounce up and down in the hyena stud’s lap, his spade tail lifted high as he forcefully road Kelvin right there on the entryway floor, using his property for its intended use, his own pleasure.

“You think that just because I let you fuck me, let cum inside me last night, that you get to dictate terms to me, don’t you Kalvin? Or that you are smarter than me, and know how my own AI works better than I do? Well you’re not. You’re my big dumb living dildo, and don’t you forget it Kalvin. You fucked up and wasted your life boy, and now I own you. I own your muscles and your weak brain just like I own your balls; and I decide when and how you will train your body or speak your mind, just like I control when or if you ever spill your seed again.” The badger growled in anger. “Jocks like you always think that their big muscles and their big dicks mean that they get to decide who they fuck and when. That once you spill your seed inside someone, you own them. I’ll teach you otherwise.”

The badger closed his eyes, revealing in the moment as his ass slapped down against the hyena’s aching balls, making the boy’s face distort as he was forced to fuck the badger. Harvard reached down and pulled his jock to the side and let his cock free, the short red length of badger cock bouncing as he fucked himself against that hard pulsing shaft in his ass. The copious amounts of pre Kalvin’s dick was leaking riding his dick as easily as if he’d used lube or the hyena had already cum. Harvard felt a twinge of pleasure run up his spine, and his eyes flashed with fire as he looked down at the boy and took a hold of his own cock.

Harvard started to stroke himself off, staring into his slave’s eyes. “Say it. Say what you are.”

The hyena tried to pull himself together, as the pleasure of fucking someone clashed with the pain he’d felt just a few minutes before. “This slave is your toy. This slave is,” he didn’t get to finish, before he felt another slap across his muzzle, on the other cheek this time where the weights had hit him.

“No. Not ‘this slave’, you are ‘Kalvin’. You might be my toy, but you’re a person as well, and I don’t want you to ever forget that. You are someone with their own hopes and dreams, which I now control. Why? Because I can,” the badger’s ass bore down on Kalvin’s dick, squeezing it hard as the badger jerked himself off furiously, his technique causing his dick to point one side. “I don’t want you fucking retreating into ‘this slave’ to separate yourself from the reality of the situation. I know that little trick, and it won’t work with me.” The badger growled.

The hyena groaned softly, his paws pressing to the wood floor, blunt claws gripping the wood as he felt himself drawing closer to orgasm as Harvard spoke. The badger’s ass was like a machine, milking his dick with such force, and he could feel the need to orgasm building in his balls as they slapped against Harvard’s ass. He began thrusting up into his master, fucking him, but as Kalvin reached what he thought of as his peak, he just hung there. His body just stopped, right there on the cusp, even as he kept fucking Harvard towards orgasm while his own relief utterly denied. Kalvin gasped, chest heaving, and finally forced himself to say, “I am your toy, Sir. I’m your pound of flesh to use and abuse. My name is Kalvin, and I am yours to use as you see fit Master Harvard. That’s all I’ll ever be, and I’ll know that every single day for the rest of my life.”

The badger laughed, and his fingers finally let go of the boy’s collar. He brushed his finger knuckle gently against the boy’s tear stained cheek and he grinned. “That’s what I like to hear,” he whispered, staring into the hyena’s eyes. Kalvin looked back into his slave master’s eyes as the badger’s white balls pulled up close to his body and he came across the young hyena’s chest.

The hyena stud whimpered as the badger’s ass squeezed and pulsed around his needy shaft, Kalvin felt so close to joining his master in the bliss of orgasm, that for a moment he thought the badger had allowed him some relief, but relief never came. Kalvin’s cock just pulsed and throbbed inside the tight hole it was fucking, while his master came all over his chest and face, clearly marking who own who in their relationship.

When he was finished, the badger stood up on shaky legs, stepped out of the orange jock, wiped his dick and paws off on it, and then tossed it onto the hyena’s chest. “Use that to clean up, and then sleep with it on your face. I’ll know if you don’t.”

Then Harvard turned away, grabbed his cellphone and wallet from his pants, and walked further into the house. “Abs! Have James collect my clothes. I’ll be in my lab if anyone needs me.” He glanced back at the hyena on the floor whose cock was flexing in the air, denied the blissful relief of orgasm. “Thank you for being a little cunt tonight. You made me realize Abs’s AI matrix needs the final overhaul I’ve been putting off for months. I need to make him more organic and responsive, so even muscle stud bitches like you listen to him like they’re supposed to. Now stay out of my sight. I don’t want to see you until tomorrow.”

The badger turned and marched off to his office, leaving the hyena alone on the cold floor. Kalvin felt his muzzle start to quiver as he rolled onto his hands and knees, his cock throbbing with desire and leaking like a faucet, just as Harvard had promised it would. For a moment, he fervently wished he’d fought through the pain earlier in the day and kept working out so that his master would have been pleased with him. So that Harvard would have been kind to him, not cruel, and he might headed to his master’s bedroom now for another night of rough, sweaty sex that ended with him cumming, rather than back to the creepy white room that was his new prison cell a night of denied desires and frustrated urges.

That thought made even more tears well up in Kalvin’s eyes, ashamed at himself for even thinking like that, but he managed to drag himself to his feet and back to his room, trying everything he could think of not to break down and sink into a puddle on the floor crying. The only thing that worked was the memory of Frank’s smile.

Kalvin focused on that one good thing, on his lover, reminding himself why he was going along with all this without fighting back. Why he had to endure whatever the badger did to him. Whether Harvard was a kind or cruel master didn’t matter, Kalvin had to endure it for Frank. He could endure anything to keep his big, dopey, and boisterous lover free and safe.

The big hyena flopped down on the hard mattress of his bunk and lay there, staring at the ceiling as his dick, which might never be soft again, twitched above his groin, leaking pre steadily. The urge to masturbate was incredible, even though Kalvin knew it was pointless. His paws gripped his slick dick, stroking himself in the darkness anyways.

The only light in the room came from several blue and red indicator lights on the body scanner built into the wall of his cell, but it had been enough for Kalvin to shuffle across the room and fall into his bed, body aching. The big hyena lay on his back, the muscles of his body twitching from the long workout they’d had and the rough treatment he’d received when Harvard had come home.

Kalvin shifted, trying to get comfortable as he idly stroked himself, his dick absolutely aching with need. Pawing wasn’t enough, but it took some of the edge off, and let Kalvin really think about what had happened.

Harvard had gone from being happy to see him to an explosive rage in mere moments. Kalvin had known a few badgers that could be short tempered, and his trainers had always been swift to punish him, but that had been nothing like the badger’s anger had been. Why had he gone off so easily? Harvard hadn’t just been angry that Kalvin had disobeyed him, if he’d cared about Kalvin really completing the workout routine then Abs wouldn’t have let him stop so easily.

Harvard had acted like the hyena had hurt him on a very personal level. Was it because he’d insulted Abs? If so, why hadn’t similar insults earlier in the day merited punishment? The computer had heard Kalvin talking shit about it all day long. Kalvin looked over at the body scanner built into the wall of his ‘room’, and the soft glow of the indicator lights. The damn machine could probably hear him breathing hard right now, and there was almost certainly a camera recording him as he jerked off, not that he’d be able to cum. Instead of punishing him, Abs had reacted to the hyena’s muttered comments as if they didn’t matter, while Harvard had exploded instantly.

Kalvin groaned and stopped jerking his massive dick. It wasn’t helping, only making the need worse. So the hyena shut his eyes, rolled onto his side, and pressed himself back against the wall his bed was pushed against. Then Kalvin draped his pillow over his head and shoulder, covering his face with it so he couldn’t see the glowing lights of the scanner. It was a trick he’d learned during his time at the training facility. Once the wall was warmed by his body heat, Kalvin would be able to imagine that he was pressed up against his boyfriend in their tiny bed in their studio apartment, and that it was the Rottweiler’s arm draped over his head as Frank held him from behind as they slept beside each other. It was a pale imitation, the wall felt nothing like Frank’s short fur had done, but for a while it made it easier to ignore his throbbing erection and the horrible turn Kalvin’s life had taken.

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Ethan crept through the mansion carefully, eyes wide in the near darkness. The kangaroo shouldn’t be out of his room, and if he met anyone else but a fellow slave, he was going to be in big trouble. If he ran into Simon, he wouldn’t just be in trouble, but as good as dead. Ethan’s ass still stung from the punishment the ram had given him, and Simon would do much more than give him a spanking if he was caught outside his room without permission. Still, Ethan had to try. He’d heard the way Master Harvard had shouted at Kalvin, and knew this might be his only chance to get back into the badger’s good graces.

Fortunately, Ethan’s bare paws made little noise as long as he stayed on the rich carpets in the middle of the hallways. The kangaroo crept silently to a door which, unlike others in the mansion, had a sign on it. The "Lab" sign was a stark one, a name plate with a hazard warning sign underneath it like a genuine science lab would have. Ethan looked at the black and white sign, chewing on his lip. Was he really going to do this? This wasn't a smart thing for a slave to do, not when his master was so upset, but Harvard was different than Ethan's previous owner had been. But still...

The kangaroo shifted his weight from foot to foot, one paw rubbing his balls through the thin underwear he wore. His dick was aching, straining against the high tech chastity cage he wore. His shaft strained against it, stimulated constantly by the same device that kept it from springing fully to life. It had been weeks now since his last erection, and even longer since he spilled his load. He could practically feel the sperm building up in his balls. Ethan wanted so badly to be able to get hard again and fuck something, even his own paw...

A small sign hung from the door handle which said, "Do Not Disturb", but Ethan tested the doorknob anyways. He did so carefully, holding his breath, but when the handle turned slowly and the lock clicked open, he breathed a sigh of relief. He'd been afraid that Harvard might have been so upset he'd locked himself in, and he'd risked sneaking down here for nothing.

But luck was with him tonight, and so Ethan pushed the door open and peeked inside. Harvard was in the middle of the lab typing at a computer, sitting in a high backed stool like the ones in the bar. Exactly like the ones in the bar in fact, which meant that Harvard’s bare ass was framed perfectly by the specially designed chair to be fucked. The badger's little spade tail was even flicked up to show the pink, puckered hole which Kalvin had so recently fucked.

Ethan's dick jumped in its cage at the site, and his palms began to sweat. He hated himself for it, but he wanted to fuck the badger’s hole again. It made him feel ashamed and broken, because despite everything that had happened to him since becoming enslaved Ethan still thought of himself as straight, but his dick pulsed at the sight. The kangaroo wanted to be out of his cage so he could sneak up behind the badge, shove his dick into the gaping, lubed hole, and fuck the man who owned him until they both came.

But the only person who could unlock his cage was Harvard, and he would take some real convincing to let the kangaroo out of the chastity he'd imposed. So Ethan moved as silently as he could, bare paws making no noise on the specially coated floor that prevented static build up, creeping carefully until he was right behind the badger’s chair.

Then Ethan carefully bent his knees, squatting down so he was eye level with the seat of the chair, and without pausing to talk himself out of doing this, gripped his master by the hips, pushed his muzzle to Harvard's hole, and kissed it roughly.

"Oh fuck!" Harvard yelled, and the badger nearly leapt out of the chair he jumped so much. Only Ethan's grip on the badger's hips kept him from toppling out of the chair. That also kept him from pulling away, and the kangaroo made an exaggerated moaning sound of delight as he drove his tongue into the badger's pink pucker and pushed hard against his prostate.

The kangaroo didn't actually want to be rimming the badger, but his own desires hadn’t mattered much since he’d been enslaved two years ago. Ethan knew what his master wanted from him, and knew that the only way he was going to get his cock cage unlocked so he could fuck Harvard was to turn the badger on so much the badger gave in to temptation. So he closed his eyes, pushed his tongue in deep, and imagined he was making out with someone else.

Ethan pretended he was kissing Natasha on the mouth, the horse’s muzzle open and submissive to his exploring tongue as he groped her big, full breasts. The kangaroo could almost make himself believe it was doing it too, rather than making out with the badger's rump and squeezing his ass cheeks.

"Ooh, oh fuck that's good," Harvard muttered, his voice lilting with pleasure as his short tail quivered, lightly slapping Ethan in the face and ruining the kangaroo’s self-imposed illusion. So he saw it when the badger’s legs tensed, his clawed toes curling as Ethan’s tongue pushed at the bump inside Harvard where, after a year as his slave, the kangaroo knew was his prostate. A visible shiver ran up the black and white furred back, and he gasped again in pleasure.

When the badger spoke next however, his voice had turned sour and angry as he twisted about, "But I told you, I didn't want too..." Harvard's words died, and he tensed up again, this time in surprise when he saw Ethan. The kangaroo froze, cringing as he met the badger's hard gaze, but he didn't stop slowly tongue fucking the badger's hole and rubbing his prostate. The badger gave a gruff snort, turning back to his computer, “Well, I see you’d decided you want to be useful again. Fine, but… ah, oh fuck, oh… just… just don’t interrupt me.” Harvard said the words in his grumpiest tone, but Ethan could see the flush coloring the badger’s face, and took note of hos he wiggled back in the chair, short tail held up high for Ethan to continue. Harvard didn’t say anything else as Ethan set to work, eating him out with every trick that he’d been trained to use, and everything he’d learned about pleasing his master in the last year.

Harvard’s hole was warm and slick with the clean tasting lube he favored, and Ethan tried his hardest to really hammer the badger’s prostate with his tongue. It was difficult to really put pressure on the right spot, but Ethan had been reluctantly doing this for a year now, so he knew how to curl his tongue and push it through the badger’s hole, and what angle he had to be at to hit Harvard’s prostate.

He also knew how to use his paws to work the badger up, rubbing his cheeks and then pushing up across his lower back, kneading the stress knots from the badger as if giving him a massage as he rimmed his master’s needy hole.

Above him, Harvard began to pant softly, his fingers skipping over keys as his paws clenched and unclenched when Ethan hit his mark. Ethan redoubled his efforts; intentionally moaning and whimpering as if he loved doing this. Fortunately, the fullness of his balls and the tightness of his metal sheathe making it easy for him to fake enthusiasm.

Harvard’s enjoyment was completely real, and the badger groaned and muttered, his back arching into the slow rubbing of Ethan’s paws. Ethan worked further up, reaching the limits of what he could do while rimming his master. So with care the kangaroo replaced his tongue with a finger, rubbing and curling his finger inside the badger’s hole instead of his tongue. Then, knees aching and legs trembling from squatting in place for a full twenty minutes, Ethan stood up and began rubbing Harvard’s tense shoulders with one paw, while fingering the badger’s prostate with the other.

“You’re very tense today, Master,” Ethan whispered in the badger’s round ear, paw gripping his shoulder, rubbing sensually as he fingered the badger’s hole, while pressing up behind him suggestively. “Let me give you a proper massage, sir.”

The badger shuddered as Ethan pressed his chastised cock between his cheeks, cock-warmed metal pressing up against eager badger hole. There was a long moment where Ethan pushed hard against the badger, groaning as his trapped dick very nearly did slip inside the badger’s ass.

“You want out of your cage, Ethan?” The badger whispered, “You want to fuck me again, do you?” The black and white fur of his master rippled as Harvard pushed himself back against Ethan, only the back of the chair between them. Had the kangaroo’s dick been out of its cage, Ethan would have sunk seven inches deep inside Harvard right then and there.

Instead, his dick throbbed, held tight in its cage as Ethan moaned for real. Though the slit at the end of the cage, he felt the hot flesh of Harvard’s anus pressed against his tip. It felt so fucking good. “Yes Master… please Master let your slave fuck you properly. Let me breed you, and cum in you like you did so many times before…” the kangaroo whimpered, his hips humping forward with all his might. He very nearly managed to shove his caged dick into the badger. Ethan wanted too so badly he could almost feel himself sink into that willing hole again, but he couldn’t manage it. His cage kept him too short to do anything but rub suggestively against his Master’s puckered entrance, promising that if unlocked he would fuck the badger so good.

“You’d give yourself to me again slave, hmm?” Harvard whispered, practically whimpering at the Ethan ground against his back, doing it in exactly the way Harvard loved most. “Make me feel good, give me everything I wanted?”

“Yes, fuck Harvard yes… Please…” Ethan whimpered, truthfully begging his master to let his fuck and cum again. “Please I need you so bad…” For a second, Harvard looked ready to unlock his cage. He shuddered, round ears flicked back and he leaned into Ethan’s hard body, the young kangaroo’s muscles swollen with months of rigorous training. His paws gripped the edge of the table, and he shook in Ethan’s embrace for a long moment as the kangaroo snaked a paw between his legs and began to rub along just one side of the badger’s hard dick.

“Then you can…” Harvard swallowed, voice shaking with need before going cold again, “Can… get back on your knees, slut.” Ethan tensed, his arms shaking and his legs flexed as he pressed his caged dick to the badger’s rump, paw teasing his master’s dick the proper way.

“You had your chance to please me as a stud, and proved you were just a slutty boy who needed to learn his place. Which is on your knees, Ethan.” The badger straightened his back, trying to affect a confident and dispassionate air as his dick throbbed in the young man’s paw. “You may kiss my ass for another twenty minutes in apology for begging me to let you out of your cage, when I’ve told you flat out will never happen. No one will ever play with your hard dick again slave, especially not you.” When Ethan’s nub of a cock rubbed up against his hole again, the badger shuddered, his calm voice breaking with need as he added, “And I might, just might, forget that you broke out of your room in the middle of the night to disturb me if you can make me cum, understand Ethan?”

Ethan’s ears dropped, and cock throbbing, he whispered, “Yes Master,” before dropping to his knees again and began apologizing to Master Harvard. The kangaroo’s balls ached even harder now as he rimmed Harvard. His tongue plunged into a hole which, only a few weeks ago, Ethan would have been allowed to roughly fuck as much as he wanted too. Instead, he was forced to make out with the hole he once emptied his blue balls into in his previous role as Harvard’s stud.

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