Orson sat forward with a heavy gasp, instantly panting and heart racing like it was going to beat out of his chest as his eyes opened up wide and his head snapped to the left and then the right to see where he was. He was no longer next to his campfire, he was in a stone cell, with an iron barred door in front of him. Was he alive? He thought he was dead for sure! The fox quickly patted himself down his own body with his hands and checked that everything was still there and attached, even if he had lost all his clothes. The flickering firelight of a wall torch lit the hallway just outside of the cell. 

Standing up quickly he went to the iron bars and stuck his muzzle through them as far as he could and began to sniff, and listen for any sound of life. His ears flickered as picked up the sounds of cries and pleading, so faint he had to strain to hear it, his mind filling in gaps when the sound failed to travel down to reach him. The faint crying voice of a man “No.. please don’t do it! No no no no ple… AAHHhhhhhh!” the sudden cry of pain was clear. 

“Hello!? Anyone there?” He called out to see if he was alone or if there were others, maybe in other cells like him that could tell him where he was or quell the growing panic within him. There was nothing but silence. The faint lingering scent of the reptiles was in the air, but also the taste they left on his tongue too, and in his fur. Just then he felt a dull ache under his tail as he took a step back into this prison cell. He whimpered and recalled all that happened to him that he last remembered. The campsite, the ambush, how he was tricked into putting down his own weapon and letting those evil rapists abuse him, and he didn’t even bite them!
The fox was looking around his cell for anything he could use as a tool or a weapon, but there was nothing, not even a bedroll, nor the bones of the previous prisoner left to rot away in here. It was just a bare stone floor, no metal he can use, or anything. 

Orson’s attention turned to the sound of a heavy metal door unlocking and squeaking as it was opened. He returned to the iron bars and stuck his muzzle through, giving more sniffs of the air and trying to see down the corridor as best as he could. The sound of the door closing came again, sounds of footsteps on stone reached his ears, they were getting closer. He stepped back into the middle of his cell, heart beating as he wondered what would cross by in front of him. The fox watched two reptiles like the ones who attacked him both walking past, between them, was a limp smooth hairless ape being half dragged across the floor, legs dragging behind him as they held him under his arms. The poor man’s head was slung forward, he had all his clothing removed too, and by the bruises and scratch marks across his body, it looks like he had been well interrogated or worse. 

As soon as the guards passed by and further down the hall Orson rushed to the door and stuck his muzzle out, sniffing again, catching the scent of the guards and the ape, blood, semen, sweat, fear, and a hint of lavender. The noises of another cell door being opened and a body being tossed in came next, followed by it being shut and click of a lock. “Don’t die on us tonight. I’d had to miss out playing with you again come tomorrow.” One of the gruff voices said, one of the guards for sure. They started to come back toward Orson and he stepped back into his cell again and waited for them to pass. Much to his dismay though, the two men dressed in loincloths paused a moment and inspected the fox. “Looks cute, doesn’t he?” The same voice said to the other one. 

“Very cute, and they didn’t eat him after they used his body? Why not, I bet his meat tastes sweet like gooseberries.” The reptiles looked at the fox with hungry predatory eyes, prompting Orson to step all the way to the back of his cell, wanting every inch possible between him and them. “You can smell the fear pouring out of him right now. Think they’ll get mad at us if we take a little taste of him?”

“As long as it’s a small taste, a bite, maybe two at most.” Their tails lashed in pleasure and excitement as a ring of keys was pulled up and one inserted into the jail cell door, unlocked and pushed open. Orson’s legs went weak, he was trapped, these new lizardmen were going to do worse things to him, but this time he wasn’t going to submit, he was going to fight, but he was so scared he couldn’t bring himself to move away from the back of his cell or lift his arms, not even when the first one stepped into the small cell with him, followed by the next. 

“It looks like they didn’t leave any marks on him, I don’t see any blood.” The second one said as he looked over Orson closer. “How do you think they managed that?” 

“Mmmhmmm, Gaz told me that he and Leer both convinced the little fox to drop his dagger, and find his true place in life, on his knees before the scales.” The two chuckled darkly in arrogant bigotry. “How was sucking some reptile cock for the first time, foxy boy? Did you like the… TASTE!?” the guard’s hand moved like lightning grabbing the fox by his throat and pulling him from the wall and making it clear that Orson was helpless. The fox simply grasped around the forearm of the lizardmen holding him as his legs gave out and feet dragged across the floor, being held up by the lizardmen with ease. 

Orson was still able to breathe and speak but not very easily. Looking up at the reptile holding him, it was clear they wanted to hear an answer. What could he say? Yes or no? Would they be able to tell he was lying? Tucking his tail between his legs he swallowed hard and whined and said “I hated the taste. I did it cause... I had to!” 

They grinned at him and murred “Did you suck your alpha off like a good fox?” Asked the scaled beast in the back. 

Wincing and not wanting to answer and admit, Orson knew he had to. “Yes. I sucked the alpha off, just like he wanted. Please don’t make me do that again!” he begged. 

The brute holding him by the throat pulled the fox up off his feet and came nose to nose with him. “Lucky for you my cock was spent on the last trespasser we picked up. I just want to taste your fear, that’s all.” Bringing his muzzle to the side of Orson’s face, a long heavy tongue dragged up his cheek, pulling his cheek ruff with it. It was a dominant heavy lick that made the fox sob out in dismay. There wasn’t any question that the reptiles owned the fox at this point. The fox couldn’t even stop them from licking his fur, he has never felt so helpless in all his life. 

What the fox didn’t hear because he was so consumed with what was happening to him at that moment is that two more reptiles entered the corridor and now stood outside the cell. “Playing with MY food again, Phan?” a familiar voice rang out in an annoyed tone. Orson felt relief and utter dread at the same time hearing that sound. 

Phan’s hand release and dropped the fox instantly and turned to look back, moving to the side of the cell to let Gaz look at the fox on the floor. The alpha, his name was Gaz. Phan growled and angry his “I wasn’t going bite him, just wanted to take a taste. It’s not often we get something as pretty as this one in here. Can you blame us for wanting to at least have that?” 

Gaz smiled and lashed his tail. “I don’t blame you, Phan. You’re just doing what comes naturally.” Gaz stepped into the cell doorway. “How did he taste?”

“REAL good, mmmmm!” 

The alpha smiled and patted Phan’s shoulder in a friendly manner, not seeming upset with him for touching his fox. Gaz regarded the fox. “Come.” The reptile snapped his finger, and clawed tip pointed at his feet. Orson felt the need for being obedient wash over him, and with his head lowered he crawled on all fours over to the lizard and lowered his head down onto the top of one of those mighty footpaws, showing his submission to the strong lizardmen. “Stay.” Gaz commanded as he leaned down and gently slipped a leash around Orson’s neck. “Keys.” The sound of the jail cell keys being given to Gaz came next, and then a tug of the leash as the fox crawled out of the cell.

The two guards remained in the cell. It’s then Orson understood that THEY were the ones to ‘stay’ in the cell as the alpha commanded. Leer, the other reptile closed and locked the door, trapping the men inside. “You shouldn’t have touched what wasn’t yours Phan. You know better too Gree.” He shrugged his shoulders with indifference and stepped back. 

Gaz murred “I’ve got to have a message be delivered, and I can’t have you two eating the messenger before he can do his job, now you two will spend the night here, we’ll let you out come morning. Understood?” 

Phan and Gree both sounded in unison, defeated in their tone as they hung their head like scolded children “Yes, alpha.” 

“Good boys. By the way, was the ape fun?” 

Phan grinned toothily “Oh yeah! Got him to cry for his mother.” That got all 4 of the reptile to chuckle with sadistic glee. 

“Good good, good night boys.” Gaz said before giving a tug on the leash attached to Orson. “Stand up, walk. Heel.” He commanded as Leer left the holding cell area. Orson looked back at the lizards in the cell and stuck his tongue out at them and gave a face as if to gloat over what happened to them. Them assholes! 

Orson saw that he was underground as soon as he was taken into the torture room. He had heard of places and contraptions like what he saw here. Mechanical things meant for rendering a man’s body apart if he doesn’t speak, things and implements to loosen the tongue and other things on the body. The scent of pain and death hung heavy in the air, mixed with a hint of reptile arousal and sex. Orson was happy that he was lead out of the room. It seemed like a maze of tunnels and paths, open caverns and rooms, some with holes in the ceiling to allow sunlight to come through, others only lit by torchlight. He saw other lizardmen as well and had to wonder just how big of a group this alpha lead. The best guess is that it had to be a few hundred, at least. 

Leer seemed to never leave his side, and always lead the path forward ahead of his alpha. Eventually, the fox was lead into an impressively sized den, filled with luxuries, furniture, table, chairs, pillows, rug, artwork, trophies on the wall, gold and silver trimmed items on shelves, and even bookcases. The fox wondered if maybe the lizardmen took over this place, clearly, everything in there had been stolen. He didn’t think these creatures could read, but this complex of tunnels and rooms, was actually quite impressive to the young fox, and he had only seen a small bit of it really. Gaz lead Orson over to a spot on the floor laid with different colored pillows, shaped and sized differently. It was a sitting area on the floor, a bit of a comfortable spot to sit and relax. 

Orson didn’t know what to expect next, but in the back of his mind, he expected to be abused by these two more and was dreading it through every bone in his body. His plan to fight going forward, and not to give in, to take any chance he could to hurt them, well it didn’t seem like so much of a good idea anymore if he wanted to stay alive. The leash was taken off from around his neck and the fox joined Gaz and Leer as they stretched out grabbed a few pillows to wedge under them for comfort. Leer waited for Orson to sit with them before boldly placing his paws on the fox’s lap and demanding. “Rub them for me.” Orson used his hand paws to rub the feet of the reptile, working the soles and scales, and as soon as the rubs started to come Leer lolled his tongue out of his mouth and moaned in enjoyment. “Yeah, that’s it just like that!” he praised and put the fox to use. 

Gaz watched the fox and flickered his tail, much like a feeling when plotting something evil. He regarded the fox and spoke. “Those of fur and flesh continue to enter my land. No one obeys the borders anymore. It’s not that I mind too much, it does keep us with a supply of meat to dine upon, and we do enjoy the meat, don’t we Leer?”. 

Leer lifted his foot up and playfully rubbed it across Orson’s cheek and muzzle before pressing it against the fox’s chest. “I love eating the meat of my enemies. Taste so very good!”

Orson couldn’t help but sense that they looked at him as the enemy and they would in time eat him too. They never stopped looking at him with their predatory gaze that looked through him in a way. They saw the fox as a thing, not as life with hopes and dreams. Gaz continued “You came into my forest, and so now, you belong to me. The question is, are you better than a simple fuck and a meal.” 

Leer growled. “I was so hungry for you, was about to sink my teeth into your thigh when coughed up my spunk and started to breathe again.”

Gaz chuckled “It’s true, he was very upset when I told him to wait. But, as an alpha, a leader, you have to sometimes look deeper into those around you and see their true worth, and value yes?” Gaz shifted his legs over and presented his feet to Orson to rub, and Leer pulled his own away now to let the alpha enjoy a nice paw rub from the fox next. “A traveling messenger fox boy, going through my forest, can be a meal, yes, can be a cum dump, yes, but maybe he can be a bit more? Do you want to be more?”

Orson worked his thumbs over the arches of Gaz’s scaled reptile paws as he listened, and when offered to be more than a fuck and a meal, clearly there was only one right answer. “Yes, alpha, I want to be more to you. Both of you.” He looked to Leer as well and acknowledged that was willing to do whatever THEY wanted him to do. The answer drew murrs from both men. 

Gaz’s hand started to untie his loincloth, pulling it off and tossing it aside so he was bare and open, and Leer did the same thing too. Speaking up, Gaz growled “I was considering what kind of message I could send back to your people. First I thought, I could take your arms off at the shoulders, tie them to your back, and have you walk your way back and let YOU be the message of what happens to those that enter my land. Then I thought, maybe a written, formal letter, ink, and paper which your people seem to cherish quite heavily. But then I realized, that the message itself, if not conveyed with conviction, heart, and soul by the one delivering it, would be without value and impact.”

As Leer always did he chimed in right after his alpha, supporting him by adding “It’s not what you say but how you say it, yeah?”

The alpha murred and nodded his head “Well put. Yes, and how can I expect any message to be delivered in the way that it needs to be unless the messenger knows exactly what I’m going to do to him and his people. You want to be more to me fox, more than a fuck and a feast, I’m going to make you a prophet to spread the words to your people, what hell I plan to bring to them, and you’re going to get a taste of that hell yourself.”

Orson froze at the sound of that, looking deeply into the alpha’s eyes, he shivered in fear, a reaction that brought slight arousal to Gaz and Leer together. In a shaking, trembling tone the fox spoke up softly, just above a whisper. “You don’t need to hurt me. I promise I’ll deliver whatever message you want me to. Please, I don’t want to die, but I don’t want to be tortured either. Please, Alpha.” The fox looked at the broad paw in his hands, toes spread, and to show his full submission he lowered his face down and licked the scaled underside of the paw several times. “Please don’t hurt me anymore.” 

Gaz grinned from horn to horn as he heard those heartfelt pleas for mercy and the licks showed the submission the fox felt, knowing he was powerless in the end. Gaz pulled his feet away and crawled over to the fox. Orson feeling the dominant presence moving over the top of him, laid on his back as Gaz’s eclipsed him. Gaz was on all fours over the top of the fox while Leer laid on his side and just watched the scene before he unfold. The fox whimpered as Gaz’s muzzle drew closer and closer until the alpha male pressed his lips to the fox’s and then invaded his muzzle with a cool reptile tongue. The downward kiss and muzzle sucking was held for 2 very long minutes. Each time Orson tried to pull away, Gaz would use his hand to hold the fox in place and continued to explore the inside of the fox boy’s muzzle, and gently probe his throat. Eventually, Orson had to just accept that the kiss was going to go on as long as the alpha wanted it, and of course, once he understood and reached that point, Gaz pulled his head up and ended it. Even being kissed by the reptile was a show of domination. 

The fox stared up into those eyes. It was clear to Orson that his plea for mercy was going to be ignored, he was going to have to suffer more for the alpha’s enjoyment, and to understand the gravity of what was going to happen to his people, so he could eventually deliver the warning himself and sway his people. Orson reached down and grabbed his own legs and pulled his knees up to his chest. Gaz took those legs and spread them open wider and left his bitch exposed and vulnerable under him. Gaz stared unblinking into the eyes of the trembling fox as he guided his cock to that exposed underside and pressed the broad head of it right to the fox’s own balls. Orson gasped and huffed, starting to become aroused himself. “Fox, you and your people are beneath us in every possible way. You are our food, our toys, and even our labor.” The ebony cock head dragged downwards, leaving a slick trail of precum over the fox’s taint, right up to his tailhole where Gaz pressed his cock up against and slowly increased the pressure until he felt that ring of tight flesh started to bend and open. 

Leer had his cock out and was stroking it in a hand, a perfect few to see his leader’s cock slowly sinking into the fox’s body again, into that rear that belonged to him. He hoped oned ay he’d get to run his cock into the fox, like Gaz was, but he’d have to settle for handjobs, footjobs, and blowjobs for now, when it was his turn. But damn if it wasn’t sexy as fuck to listen to the fox whimper and see him squirming lightly as Gaz pushes his hips down with slow steady pressure, sinking over half that cock into the fox before the younger male shuddered as his prostate was compressed. Orson gave a bark and grunt and on instinct wrapped his arms around Gaz to place his hands on the reptile’s broad shoulder blades. 

With a long murr of pleasure filling the air, the lizardmen stared into the eyes of the boy and pressed down until all of his manhood was sheathed inside the young body. With himself fully inside his prey, he licked his lips and then spoke. “I’m going to hurt you, and your people. I’m going to lead raids on every town, village, and keep, within 30 day’s walk.” Gaz slowly starts to pull his hips back, only halfway, and then pressed down slow and smooth and sunk himself all the way back into his bitch, and started a steady slow fuck as he spoke. “The old, we will drain of blood in the streets, and make into a stew for our men to feast upon that night as we heard your people into cages.”

Grinning ear to ear Leer added “God I love the cries when we drag children away from their parents and put them in different cages. It always makes me smile when they beg to have their babies back!” 

Gaz continued to stare into the fox’s eyes, taking him through the mental horrors that he was going to inflict, while at the same time stroking the boy’s inside with his huge 11-inch ebony cock, sending shivers of pain and pleasure through the young messenger’s body. “We’ll kill the men that fight back, and slave the rest to work in the tunnels or the fields for us. Your women, girls young and old, we will breed. Keeping them fed and alive with only one use going forward, to be a vessel to carry our young. Seeded daily until their bodies produce our young.” Gaz brought his hand to the side of Orson’s muzzle and pushed his thumb between the fox’s lips and inside and rubbed on his tongue but spared him the bite of his claw tip. “Your children will be tenderized through rape, butchered, and given as steaks to our strongest warriors because their meat is so delicious. Prized infants will be eaten whole and alive, the lucky ones chewed into a pulp before swallowed, the unlucky left alive to melt away within our reptile bellies, squirming and crying and drying alone and without any love from their mother.” Gaz’s hips start to thrust a little faster now, only pulling a quarter of his cock out before shoving it back in faster, making a nice pat pat pat noise as he took the vulpine teen. 

Orson whined as his mind brought to life in vivid detail the scenes Gaz presented his mind. He could see the massive cages where his kind would be forced and crowded into, the men dropping to death of exhaustion as slave labor, mothers dying after giving birth to a dozen or more reptile offspring. But Orson’s mind lingered on the orgies that would take place from reptiles abusing the young, raping them without any care, only to have the victims turned into delicious steaks and meat after they had expired after being passed around for many men to use and violate. Yet at the same time, the horrifying thoughts went through his vulpine brain, his insides were being stroked by a huge reptile cock, and then to make it even worse Gaz again closed his hand around Orson’s hard dripping fox dick and lightly jacked on it while a thumb slid back and forth between his lips. The fox curled his toes, his pleasure was mounting slowly, he was going to climax again while his brain envisioned the downfall of his own people. 

The alpha leaned in close was bucking firmly enough to bounce Orson’s body up with every clap of his hips and loins against the fox’s ass. He continued to push ideas and thoughts into the fox’s mind. “Our land will expand, our numbers will rise while yours dwindle. Generations will be born into slavery, only the weak and submissive ones will be breeding vessels and in time only the most docile of your kind will remain, the kind like you. The kind that knows their place, where they belong, that won’t fight back no matter what we do them. They will be all that remain, and they will be happy, grateful, want nothing more in life, than to feel a lizardmen's cock pushing up into their soft furry bodies, just one more time!” 

Orson’s eyes widened as he shook, his entire body clenching up just as Gaz groaned and a hot gush of reptile semen flooded his insides. That sudden sensation of release from his captor sent Orson off into a climax of his own. Held within the reptile’s hand his cock exploded with arcs of seed that shot over the top of the fox’s head before the following explosions of cum rained down over his own face and chest near the end. Gaz was panting and looking down at his twitching little fox boy who was whimpering while his mind was left reeling from the idea of growing up a slave boy, living every day with wanton desire to be on his back, with someone like Gaz fucking him. Neverending degrading use and abuse, but the pleasure that came with it, like the warm afterglow that spread over his entire body right now made it all seem worth it. 

Gaz held his member inside the fox for a moment longer and then slow and smoothly, pulled it out and free, and left the fox to lay there as he stood up tall. Looking at Leer, Gaz murred “Play with him as much as you’d like, I think he likes it.” 

“I think he likes it too. Look at his eyes, see how they glazed over right now, he isn’t a fighter at all is he?”

“Nope, he’s exactly what we’ve been looking for. Keep him intact, he’s going to father generations of submissive slaves before we’re done with him. But first, he has another job to do, and I have military matters to attend to. Keep him company as I would. Teach him the meaning of subservient life.”

“Yes, alpha.” Leer said as he scooted over and cuddled the softly trembling fox, laying his hard cock over the boy’s soft furry belly. “What’s your name foxy?”

The vulpine teen looked into the eyes of Leer and he answered “Orson sir.” 

“Mmmm pretty name for a pretty boy. Wanna taste my cock again, Orson?” 

“Yes sir, I do.” 

“Good boy, that’s a good boy.” As Gaz exited the chamber he looked back to see Leer straddling the fox’s face and the sound of oral sex reached his ears. The door was shut, cutting off the noise, as Gaz left Leer to continue teaching the fox what it meant to be a pretty slave boy.