<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/vu0i52R.png)</div>: Idle hands are the devil's plaything.. 'round Greater Xynnar, devilish deeds were not only the way 'f life, but damn near the whole point of it..<br/><br/>Youngest boy of the affluent Nekkar Skulk, Mako (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1302294) knew goddamn well that he'd be taken care of.. No way in hell that the Skulk Nekkar would tolerate one of their own being forced into a pauper's life.  Nah, Mako was preordained to be the runt, a parasite living entirely on his birthname.. Left to do as he pleased with whomever he pleased, all provided he stayed out of his larger siblings' schemes 'n dreams..<br/><br/>Fox's luck started to change though the night he'd been denied a chance to attend the latest fuck-fest... apparently some sort of punishment for having left most of the latest lot of lupine maids too sore 'n stretched to follow through with anything close to their expected chores... In Mako's mind though, he thought it was just as likely as Father fox and his older brothers didn't want to be shown up at the tangle when the youngest of 'em hauled out the heaviest swingin' meat...<br/><br/>So, he had to go an evening without somethin' slick 'n silky to shove it into.. Fact of the matter was, since he'd grown from his pup days, dry nights were so few 'n far between, it was just as interesting to go without for once... Different kind of sensation, the weight of -not- being drained..  He couldn't help his grin when he considered th' mess that the next maid would be cleaning when he was finally finished with 'learning his lesson'...<br/><br/>Then, it all broke bad... Last thing he remembered was an open window... A crack on the head hard enough to fold him over in a single swipe... Damn, not even a dirty dream about vixens or bunnies waiting and wanting at his beckon-call...<br/><br/>Time to wake, Mako... everything going from bad, to worse... all of it circling the drain when the maniacal, albeit buxom femme-feline-fatale stood over his stripped and strung-up body... His forced abstinence by order of his family leaving him already at a perpetual half-mast, which brought on the hours upon hours 'f kittenish interrogation...<br/><br/>Left wide eyed, salivating, and worst 'f all, leaking a near-steady stream 'f precum from his overly-enraged prick, eventually Mako had managed to convince the fucked-in-the-head feline that he couldn't possibly fetch the price she was pondering... At this point, he was almost ready to welcome the knife, as it felt like he was bearing the weight 'f boulders between his legs, pent up to a point 'f utter obscenity... To even kitsune credit though, to form a few labored words to save himself was nearly as much a credit to him as was the cock that the kitten was trying not to keep in side-eye while she heard him out...<br/><br/>So started his servitude... at first, nothing more than livin' as sextoy.. regular visits and lessons in control helped build his stamina... As that increased, he earned the participation to improve his flexibility and improve his already nimble figure... Toning an already fine foxy figure, his kitten-captor never beat him about the face, makin' it clear that she liked to keep this well-hung fox-toy both lean and pretty...<br/><br/>Further lessons came when his cat-captor did, too... Gradually she'd softened to him, taught him some tricks, even allowed him an occasional take-charge.. Paying real close attention to those times, studying her, since he had all too many reasons for revenge when the time was right...<br/><br/>So that morning, when he woke and found the catgirl half day-drunk, pitching a bottle at his head and setting the terms of his 'graduation'... His grin spread wide... Honed reflexes had him sidestepping with a near blinding speed, as much training as it was reaction, so that pitched decanter not only missed him, but with his left hand, Mako snatched it out of the air, catching it and stealing a swig before she led him down to the 'playroom'...<br/><br/>Challenge was made, break the catgirl in... Dominate her and turn her out... Years of torture, denied orgasms and th' constant mad cackling, his chance to pay it all back was now... Goddamn right he was going to give her hell...<br/><br/>Yellow eyes fixed on her while she paraded about her own dungeon, stripping those skimpy layers before throwing herself up against a cage that she often kept him strapped into... She gripped and ground against the grated bars, and just as quickly as she did, Mako's hand flew to the whip at his side, slashing out quickly and cracking in the air...<br/><br/>A step through and the whip unfurled... The whipslash ringing in the cat-girl's ears, but no bite of leather into her skin.... Instead, he used the whip to entangle... winding it 'round her neck, and the bar that she was straddling to get her dryhump on... Keeping tension, he used the leather lash to collar her neck to keep her in place, cheek and chin stuck where it was, before he could close in, snatching manacles from their place on the rack, intent on cuffing her wrists to the very bars of her favorite cage... :<br/><br/>"...Couldn't forget a detail even if I wanted to."