The Jewel Thief, Part 2

     Finding himself trapped in the arms of a much stronger male, a certain black little fox had plenty of time to consider his predicament. It should have been a heist like any other but it seemed everything had gone wrong.  His voice and his manhood had both been stolen. The victim of his heist had now become the victor.  That black fox, the would-be thief,  was now dangling in the air by his long bushy tail. That's how he ended up being carried with his back resting against a tall domineering stag. As he hung upside-down, he looked up at his naked male bits, or what was left of them. A fuzzy sack hung like a deflated balloon against his sheath. A tear ran up his face, trickling down onto the stairs that carried the two of them to the Stag's bedroom.
    As they arrived the stag gave a loud yawn and shut the door behind him. He let go of that tail. Caught by surprise the fox's paws sprawled out in every direction trying to cling to anything he could. Instead he hit ground with a quiet thud. While rubbing the fresh bump on his head the fox took in his surroundings. The room was rather small containing only the bare essentials. There was a dresser, a desk to write at, a trunk and a bed. The bed was currently occupied by the stag who had climbed beneath the covers to sleep.
    The thief suddenly grew aware of the cold. It was winter, sure, but he had been wearing a full set of clothes until just a few moments ago. Now he was nude, and he felt the chill of winter creep beneath his fur. He shivered.
     His eyes lingered on the thick, warm bedding before him. His teeth clattered. "Come pet." ordered the stag, lifting the covers and beckoning the little fox with a finger. "Unless you want to lose more of yourself tonight, this time to frostbite." the stag laughed while shaking his head. It was torment, the constant reminders of what had happened, how the stag had used magic to scoop out his miniature balls and deposit them in a jar for all to see. It would seem the stag was really enjoying himself bringing it up all the time. Once the little fox found himself snug against the warm, muscled body of the stag that became even more clear with what happened next. As a strong arm wrapped around the fox he felt fingers on his empty little sack. The fur was soft like velvet as it was pinched and rubbed like a worry stone. It sent shivers down the fox's spine. He wanted to complain, to curse, to growl.... but his voice was still gone. He could only endure the hand that molested his now most shameful secret. 
    Beneath the heavy insulating blankets things soon became very warm. As he felt himself enveloped, the fox drifted off to sleep. In his dreamland, everything faded. Recent events were washed away, and all was well again. Between his legs rested his little plums once more, and he embarked on many adventures.
    With the crow of a rooster the fox felt the sunlight stinging in his eyes followed by a rush of cold. With one paw over his face he began grabbing all around the bed, searching for the blankets to cover himself once again. For a moment he forgot where he was, thinking he was in an old abandoned building he tended to squat in. A voice reminded him. "Don't laze about. Up." commanded the stag, lifting the fox into the air by the scruff of his neck. He gave a big ol' lazy yawn before everything clicked. His thighs rubbed together. Yup, they were still gone. He pouted, clearly giving a whine though no sound came. It was then however that he noticed the stag was fully nude. Quickly averting his eyes, he felt a hand grab his chin, pulling him back to gaze at his captor's nakedness. Huge. Between the stag's legs were two heavy oblong-shaped testicles hanging low in his sack. They nearly reached his knees.  Lying limp against that was a dick at least as thick as the fox's arm. He stared vacantly. His eyes  were the size of dinner plates.
    "No time for shyness. We have a lot to do this morning." said the stag, as a thoughtful look struck his face. "You know, I just realized. You need a name don't you?" The fox scowled. He had a name! It was- "Button" the stag said as he ran a hand down, curling it around the fox's hip. Those fingers cupped his bottom and that thumb moved to cover the fox's sheath. He rubbed that little sheath firmly in a circular motion, toying with it. "Button." He said again. "...On account of this cute little button you've got between your legs." The fox opened his maw, hissing silently. This of course only managed to rouse a laugh from his assailant. "And if you could speak, I suppose you would call me master. For now though, you can just get my attention by giving me a kiss on the hoof, hmm? Speaking of, my hooves are filthy." The master sniffed the air. "And you smell ten times worse! Have you never washed before?" he mocked. Button's master kept carrying him by the scruff through the house until they arrived at the bathroom. On one side of the room rested a few buckets and a large drain in the middle of the floor. Dropping the fox into a pile of washing clothes the master took a set on a stool, resting his back upon a wall. "Wash me and be quick about it we have many things to do today." 
    Padding over to the buckets, button found one filled with room-temperature well water and quickly sought to dragging it over to his master. However as he went to grab a cloth he felt a yank on his scruff. "No need to bother with a cloth, you need to get clean too, pet." chuckled the stag who proceeded to dunk button into the bucket again and again. Coughing and sputtering, the soapy dishrag of a fox soon found himself pressed against his master's chest. 
    His eyes were shut tight. One would hate to get soap in their eyes, of course. So he could only rely on his sense of touch. He felt those strong domineering hands were all over his body. His legs were grabbed at one moment, an arm the next, all while he was being mooshed against the naked body of his better, used to wash off the musk and dirt from their body. He was being used like an object. He couldn't help but feel a tingle run through him when his master's hand gripped his bottom, especially when his muzzle was rubbed against something terribly warm. He wiggled his nose, getting a whiff of a terribly thick male scent. Musk. He didn't dare look, but he could feel. He felt those huge nuts roll around against his body. He felt the stiffening length harden against his chest. He couldn't stop himself from hardening either. He'd only been freshly neutered, so some things still worked. His little foxhood soon joined his master's throbbing cock, giving little twitches against that superior male specimen.
    "Hmmm? What's this, Button?" asked his master, grabbing that cock with his thumb and pointer finger. He gave it a squeeze. Button opened his mouth to moan and yip silently, wriggling in his master's grasp. "See. I told you you'd like your new position, you wicked little creature you." That wasn't fair! After all, Button wasn't the only one getting stiff. "Even with those useless little things gone you're still a wicked little creature." teased his master, pinching the boy's empty, deflated coin purse again for effect. He gave it a tug for emphasis. "That's alright, we have a little bit of time. I suppose I can give you what you want. Wait here." Button's ears twitched, his head tilted. For a moment, he thought about what that could mean. A torrent of water quickly interrupted his thought. Button's master had upturned the bucket, rinsing them both off. Finally able to open his eyes he watched his master leave, biting his lip as he watched those huge nuts sway with every step. Above, he eyed his master's toned, naked ass. Briefly he daydreamed of mounting it, not that he'd ever get the chance... and soon his tiny vixen poker would likely never thicken again.
    Button looked down at his cock, watching it throb happily. At least for now, it hadn't withered away yet, even if he could never make cubs with it he could have some fun. His knot, about half the size of a golf ball, was fully inflated and pulsing. He desperately needed to rut something. Beggers couldn't be chooser. His paw would have to do. He closed his eyes and laid back against the damp floor, feeling the water drain around him. He tugged and tugged, muzzle open, panting silently. His toes curled. With his eyes scrunched tighter and tighter, he was there! He could feel his cock begin to twitch with pleasure.... but it ended. A sharp pain gripped him as he felt his master's fingers pinch his cock, flattening it. It stung! Button tried to scramble away, but his master's hand remained just where it was, holding him down by that little fox cock.
    "No, none of that pet." whispered master. "Here I am going out of my way for you and you think you can take care of yourself? " The tall stag shook his head, yanking button to his feet by that short fox cock.... and quickly put him over his knee. What was this? Button hadn't laid like this since he was a cub. It certainly brought back memories of being put over his father's knee. They reminded him what was going to happen next, too. The diminutive male squirmed and writhed, trying to get away. Before he got anywhere though he felt a terrible sting on his bottom. Again and again, Button received spankings from his master until his rump was pink and sore. Tears streamed down his cheeks. Despite it all, his neutered foxhood was stiff as a board and giving happy twitches between his master's thighs. "From now on you do nothing until I tell you to. Understand?" No response.  Button's master hit him again. "Understand?" Ths time, Button nodded emphatically. "Good."
    What happened next was something the little fox didn't expect. Instead of hot searing pain,  his little tailhole felt something cold and wet. Master's thick finger had been coated with gooey, magical lubricant. It was teasing against Button's itty bitty tailstar. Every motion and every stroke between his cheeks caused him to squirm in pleasure. "Mmmm... See? I knew the moment I saw you. You're this type." his master laughed, leaning down to whisper into button's big vulpine ears. "You should have had those underdeveloped grapes plucked out of you ages ago. You make a much better girl than a man." he chuckled, pressing his thighs together to squeeze at button's  little boyclit playfully. "And it seems you agree. Look at how excited you are."
    As button huffed and puffed excited sighs into the air, silently mewling and moaning fruitlessly, his master started pressing a bit harder. That thick finger dug into the fox's virgin hole, prying at it, forcing it around that rough masculine digit. Finally with a pop all that resistance faded. Button's twitchy ring rested snug around the stag's index finger. It was terribly warm and inviting. The thought caused his master's heavy cock to flex against button's stomach.  "Obviously I can't have you limping around my shop..." the stag said, slowly sawing his finger back and forth inside of Button before adding a second finger, followed by a third. "So this lotion, it's special. It'll keep you from tearing in half." he snerked, pulling his fingers out of the fox. Button panted. His eyes were lidded. He looked absolutely consumed with lust. Soon, the master's hands found their way around his waist, lifting him up into the air.
    Master pressed his muzzle against button's ear. "You'll like this, I promise. And it's going to happen a lot from now on." he whispered, giving button's ear a little nip with his flat herbivore teeth. Button's body locked up in surprise. He felt it. He couldn't not feel it. His master's cock was unbearably thick. It bullied it's way between his little rumpcheeks. For a moment, Button looked over at his paw. Yup. It had to be thicker than his paw. He gulped. Those domineering hands around his waist tugged down, harder and harder.  Pressure built. He felt sensations he'd never felt before. His cute tailhole was stretching to ungodly limits. Then suddenly as things reached the tipping point all that pressure vanished. Button suddenly felt himself unbelievably full. His tongue spilled from his muzzle, hanging at the side. As his gaze drifted down, Button saw his stomach bulging out. He shuddered. He flexed his body. As he clenched his bottom he could feel that entire length run all throughout his tummy. The overwhelming sensations were enough to make him pass out.
    A tap-tap-tap on his face brought him back. His master had given him a few playful little slaps. "Stay with me" the fox's master said with a grin. Just as he started to regain some semblance of awareness, buttons round rumpcheeks were cupped by his master's hands. For the next few minutes Button was used like a sextoy. In those powerful hands, he was risen up and down that length over and over again, faster and faster until he was filled with hot sticky seed. It wasn't lost on button, of course, the fact that the same man who took button's seed away was now filling him with their own. Somehow, it made him shiver in a terrible mix of pleasure and shame. The little fox hadn't even noticed with all that had happened that his little boy clit fired off as well, dribbling clear useless cum onto the ground. It seemed odd how just a moment ago pumping that thing to completion was all he could think about. Now he didn't even notice it fire off. Other things seemed more important. He clenched his bottom around that length one more time, shivering in pleasure at the sensation of being filled.
    With a tender kiss on the cheek the stag pulled Button off his length. "Finish washing up."  he said as he eyed his work, staring at the gaping, abused hole of his slave. "We've got a trip to make."

To be continued....