The night air felt cold upon my skin, but not as cold as the iron that laid bare on it. I shivered every so often as the wind caressed my furred skin, the fluff providing no protection from its biting sting. I shuddered and shivered with my hands tied behind my back, unable to even cover what little dignity I had left.

Well, dignity was left little to none with how I was forced to walk naked through the forest at night. I shuddered at the thought of the all too familiar scent filling my maw and nose, that of my freshly torn loincloth. I was all too well acquainted with the scent and wanted to forget I had such a thing in my mouth.

Every so often I’d stop in my tracks, the cold biting nipping at every bit of exposed flesh I had, yet my captors were indifferent, pulling me forcefully along to match their pace. I did not know where we were going, nor what they wanted with me. But all I knew is that damned fox sold me out and now I’m here.

“Skkrk..qkkkss” The incessant rat-folk holding my chain kept talking to his compatriot in their native tongue. The sound of their chittering and squeaking was alien and unknown to me. I had never seen any rat-kin until earlier today, and I did not expect for our first meeting to be this “close”

I averted my gaze from the rat-kin, moving my gaze along the forest’s treeline. The night still blanketed us in its soothing moonlight, but no amount of ambient light can save this situation. I instinctively looked down only to blush at the sight of the cage enclosing my loins. 

The metal was cold when it was first forced onto me, yet for some reason it felt warm now. It ebbed with a strange warmth that kept me going. Yet, I still scoffed at the idea, what kind of slaver would waste magic on something so small, and something so devious.

Yet looking back at my captors, I caught sight of one of their robes slipping by their tail. That answered my question as I could see straight at their asses, some perverts indeed. My gaze didn’t go unnoticed however as one of the rat-kin turned his head toward me with a growl before pulling the chain bound to my collar taut once more.

I stumbled forward, almost falling face first into said ass. I shook my head pushing such thoughts out of the way. First things first, I needed to find a way to get away from these two. Running was out of the question with the chain and irons, and fighting was a no go with how my hands were quite literally tied up at the moment. All that was left was waiting for the right moment.

My thoughts were so rudely interrupted as I suddenly planted my snout into one of the rat-kin’s back, which was only returned with an angry growl. I tried to look at what stopped us in our tracks.

Past the two burly rat-kin, I saw lines upon lines of similarly bound furs, all covered in irons like mine and blindfolded to boot. I couldn’t help but gawk at the sheer amount and variety of furs all bound and trussed ready for transport.

They all varied in sizes, small rabbits, medium sized dogs of varying breeds and even a horse or giraffe here and there. I felt nothing but pain looking at all of those bound furs, set for whatever fresh hells these rat-kin were ready to put them through. Suddenly the iron around my neck and cock gave me a gentle reminder that I was one such fur, now destined to be a slave. 

Suddenly everything went dark as one of the rat-kin before me slipped a blindfold over my head. I struggled, yet it made no difference as I was pulled by the chain. Without my sight I could only feel the earth below my feet, and listen to the sound of other furs as I was led between what felt like a crowd of other poor souls.

The sound of ratting irons filled my ears, it felt louder and louder until I realized that was all I could hear. I felt the chain pulled taut once more, only this time downward. Sweaty musk filled my nose as I felt my nose pressed up against some coarse fur.

I could do nothing but inhale what I could only imagine to be the rat-kin’s musk as he pressed his naked crotch against my snout. As a canine, the smell felt ten times stronger than what it actually was. I tried to hold my breath, but a quick knee to the gut just made me inhale more of his scent. 

The worst part was, I could feel my cock try and harden in its iron prison, precum already leaking from its small opening. I couldn’t help but blush, not knowing who was watching, save for probably the other rat-kin who may have had their fun with the other slaves. 

Before I could do anything else, I was let go, the sound of arguing coming from around me as the rat-kin who roughly handled my transport was probably reprimanded. I couldn’t help but smile at the thought of their infighting. Yet, my smile was short-lived as the chain was pulled again.

As I was pulled along, confusion filled my mind as I felt a pair of heavy hands open my maw and retrieve my once worn loincloth. I sputtered trying to breathe in some fresh musk free air only for a heavy piece of metal to be slapped onto my snout. I could only assume it was a muzzle of some sort, its short length told me it was probably made for similarly built furs. I had never thought of biting these damned bastards, but losing the option made me want to do so.

After my maw was securely trapped behind the metal muzzle, I heard one of the rat-kin squeal with glee, probably enjoying how I looked caged and muzzled. I felt blood rush to my face at the sudden image of me bound and helpless, unable to even open my mouth to speak.

My wayward thoughts seemed to swirl around my mind as I suddenly found myself pulled to a halt. I was now probably shoulder to shoulder with other slaves, my chain connected to another by the collar. The rat-kin left me, though the tired and labored breaths of the other furs around me told me this was not the last of the rat-kin’s cruelty.

Taut went to the chain attached to my collar, I couldn’t help but move forward. Every so often I’d feel another fur’s shoulders brush with mine, the sudden feeling of warmth welcome in this bitter cold hellscape. We walked for who knows how long. 

I felt the night turn into day as the chirping of the birds could be heard from afar. I could imagine the feeling of the sun warming my bare skin, yet no warmth came. I still felt cold, naked and afraid; bound to walk with my fellow enslaved furs.

We continued, no food much less any water, yet we were allowed rest every few hours or so. Resting consisted of all of us being abruptly stopped in the middle of our procession, allowed to catch our breath but that's about it. I heard the sound of whips and shouts from all around us. 

We started our walk once more, our coffle held together by chains and irons. As day turned into night, my throat burned with thirst. I could feel my lips chafe against the muzzle, wet only by the sweat falling off of my brow. I was tired and hungry after more than a whole day of walking, the only reason I probably hadn’t collapsed yet was probably because I wasn’t allowed to.

I felt helpless, mindless, purposeless. I felt only the need to move forward lest I be dragged. Unable to even see my surroundings, I couldn’t know where we were going. As this walk of shame eroded my sense of time, it did not erode my sense of touch.

The iron changed from feeling cool and bitter to my flesh to a searing heat as my iron bonds were bathed under the hot rays of the sun and my own body heat. Their newfound gradual change in temperature made themselves more apparent than before. Howling winds blew dust and sand in the wind, all of which made themselves more than home in every nook and cranny of my bindings.

I could already feel red welts from where iron meets flesh, yet that compared nothing to what I felt between my legs. The scent of sweat and musk filled the air around me; as such, I couldn’t help but take a whiff with every breath.

The iron ring choked my balls as my cock tried to harden, the pheromones in the air turning me on. I tried to will it down, yet, that seemed to make it even harder against its unrelenting prison. I could feel pre begin to leak through the cage’s opening. I instinctively tried to close my legs as I walked when this happened, not wanting the rat-kin to get another laugh at my expense.

The metal felt tighter as the day went on. I felt its grip never go slack as if holding my cock firmly in place. As much as I hate how the metal hugged at my sheath and balls, there was a primal urge in me that enjoyed it to my dismay.

Unable to speak anymore, only panting and quiet moans left my lips, my bare feet already numb to the feeling of dirt being trodden underfoot. Yet as numb as they were, I couldn’t help but notice as dirt turned to stone. We had arrived somewhere outside the forest and the plains.

The stone felt different and was not a welcome feeling. There were already welts on the soles of my feet, and the hard stone’s warmth only made it worse. The sound of nature grew sparse, probably deafened by the distance. I could only assume we had arrived at some sort of town or settlement not too far from the nearest city.

The bustling sound of people became more apparent as well. The sounds of laughter and whispering all around us. Probably gossiping at how we looked, or laughing in our faces. We were no longer people to them, just slaves, items to be sold.

I had managed to loosen my blindfold a bit at this point, yet unable to see the full extent of my surroundings. I could scarcely make out a rough stone floor below me, and the sight of equally rough looking individuals all around us. 

I could barely peer past my fellow prisoners without attracting attention, but I could see different furs all around us. All seeming to be of ill ilk, mercenaries, slavers, maybe even a pirate or two. This “town” if I could call it that, started looking worse and worse with what little I could see.

The wind that once blew all around us became fainter and fainter as we were probably led indoors, the sound of heavy wooden doors slamming right behind us gave that away. I looked around, forgetting I was blindfolded, only to be surprised as a rough and callous hand suddenly groped me by the balls from behind.

“My oh my” the voice was sultry, sensual even, savers ran down my spine as the unknown assailant spoke, there was an accent in the way he spoke. I could only imagine this was one of the rat-kin who became versed in common as to sell slaves better “What a fine wolven specimen we have here”

My tail wagged as his hands played with my pent-up balls, moving them around like a pair of marbles caught in a purse. Yet I gave off a sudden surprised yelp as another hand suddenly grabbed me by the cage jostling it about, the sudden movement pinching my balls.

“I thought wolves were supposed to be bigger down here?” I blushed at the demeaning remark only returning a defiant snarl in response “No matter, no buyer wants to use such a puny thing”

A hand hit my head, like how one hits a puppy that misbehaved. I instinctively gave off a whine that the assailant seemed to enjoy as he gave a hearty chuckle at my response. I could only blush, embarrassed at my own actions

“Ahhh, I do like breaking new meat in” His hand cupped me by the chin, I could feel his breath caress my face. I could feel my heartbeat in my ears, yet this was different for some reason. I felt excited, yet calm “And you’re lucky, today is auction day, not many slaves get sold immediately after arriving”

I was let go, yet that was about it being free as I was pulled along by the chain once more. I still felt a warmth in my chest as I followed along, unable to sate the feeling. Another tingling warmth came from the cage around my member as it felt tighter once more, unsure if it was from the cage itself or from me being suddenly turned on.

“Now, don’t get too excited” I was pulled close behind him as he spoke. I could practically feel his body warmth as I was strung to follow him like a lost puppy “I know I shouldn’t, but a cutie like you just gets my whiskers tingling”

I was led along an array of winding corridors, left, right, I felt turned around until we finally came to a halt. The sound of a door creaking filled the narrow halls, that and the tell-tale sign of my tail wagging. Unable to stop it, I felt ashamed more than anything that my tail betrayed my inhibitions, as if a banner of my own defeat.

“Oh little doggy is really excited now” I hung my head low, unable to even fathom a response for what this bastard spoke of was the truth, I was thoroughly excited much to my dismay“Let’s get you all set up”

Set up? I wondered what he meant, that is until I felt a forceful tug on the chain pulling me forward. I followed the chain’s motion until I heard a click as if it was latched onto something. I felt wood under my feet, a welcome change to the cold stone that lined this blasted building’s halls

“Let’s take these shackles off” The rodent was behind me, his deft hands quickly unlocked and tucked the shackles somewhere behind him “Won’t be needing them for a while”

I immediately rubbed at my sore wrists; thankful they were free from those wretched irons. I felt at ease finally out of them. Escape was far from my mind somehow, just being free of the shackles felt enough, which was a strange feeling in of itself.

“Now get down on all fours” There was a certain eerie cheer in his voice, yet his words puzzled me more than I expected “Can’t get you cleaned up standing like that”

Suddenly, a quick blow to the back of my knees sent me kneeling on the floor. It wasn’t a particularly strong strike, yet it was enough to force my well-worn knees to buckle under my weight. With one more tug on my chain, my head was forced downward, leaving me on all fours like the rodent requested.

“That wasn't a request, little puppy” I felt his hand wrap around my balls once more, this time with a force that left me squalling like a kettle on a fire “Don’t want to have a grimy centerpiece now don’t we puppy?

I could only nod, hoping for him to release my precious family jewels. A sigh of relief left my muzzled maw as he did. I couldn’t help but pant, thankful for the release of his vise-like grip, yet, there was a certain tightness that told me I had enjoyed the experience, if just a little bit.

I was still blindfolded at this point, yet standing on all fours I could only fruitlessly look around in hopes of knowing what was going to happen. I remember this guy mentioned something about grimy and cleaning, so I could assume this was so he could bathe me, I guess?

Yelping, I felt his hand intrude upon my ass as he spread my cheeks, revealing my tight ring to light. My knees were stiff, legs unmoving as I felt a waft of his warm breath tickle my exposed hole.

“Hmmm, still tight I see” Suddenly my ass cheeks were let go, yet it still felt as if my ass was on full display “That’s a selling point nowadays, I won’t take the chance from your buyer anytime soon”

My reprieve from his hands was short-lived as I suddenly felt a torrent of ice-cold water hit my system. I was shivering at the water’s cold, unable to even move much less react aside from a simple surprised yipp. I felt the rodent was having his fun “bathing me”

My bindings felt starker and more apparent now as the cold water seemed to reinvigorate their icy touch. I was only thankful that the days’ worth of dust and grime they accumulated was washing out too. Yet that was the only welcome difference.

The sudden shock to my system sort of pulled me back to reality, if you even call this reality. Soon his hands were all over me, lathering and rubbing something into my fur as he whistled a dainty tune. I could smell flowers, lavender, and maybe even a hint of vanilla from what he was using. 

It was a calming scent, the feeling of quick fingers running along my fur almost made me forget I was clad in irons under a dungeon who knows where. Almost, for soon I felt one of his hands make their way to my crotch once more, making sure to coat every inch of my balls in his strange soap.

Moaning was the only response as my previously abused balls were now being gingerly played with. Each orb carefully moved around and washed. I could swear I could feel my balls tingle as they were massaged.

Suddenly I realized I could feel my entire body tingle after a few minutes of our “bathing” session. A low seething heat emanating all over, especially around my balls. Suddenly I felt like I hadn’t in months, as if I were in heat.

“Oooh, little puppy’s already enjoying the bath” My tail instinctively drooped as the rodent continued to play with my balls “So pent up, but then again, no one wants to get fucked by  something this small”

I whined once more, ashamed at my current state. Unable to get hard, yet unable to hide my arousal. I felt more like a puppy than before, the soap, the bath, this rodent; everything was getting to my head. I felt my head spinning at the thought of what was currently happening.

My panic attack was cut short as I was suddenly flipped onto my back, spun around by the rodent’s strength alone. Cold water poured over me once more, soothing the slight warmth, yet not removing it outright.

“Let’s remove this ratty old thing” I perked up at the thought of what he was going to remove? Was it the cage? “It’s so unsightly, and I’d like to see those beautiful peepers”

I felt my heart drop, hopes dashed away once more. What was I thinking, they weren’t going to remove the cage, not yet anyway. At least getting my sight back was a plus, or so I thought.

As the blindfold was removed from my head, light filled my vision. It took me a while to adjust to the sudden intense brightness around me. Looking around, I was in some sort of room lined with white tiles, everything from the ceiling to the floor, almost everything was a clean white ceramic save for the door and what little tools were on the table.

Wait tools? I had to quickly squint and try and see what was on the table at the far end of the room, only for the rodent’s paws to pull me from behind. I landed on something warm, only what I could assume is the rodent himself sitting on the floor directly behind me.

“Nuh uh puppy” something hard suddenly poked my back, something hard and clad in cloth. I already had an idea on what it was “No spoilers now”

His hands slowly traced lines from my shoulders to my pecs. My heart fluttered as his hands kept going lower and lower until they stopped resting above my caged member. Looking down, I could see the tip of my member trying to break through its metallic prison, its unyielding bars keeping it in place.

“Now isn’t this nice puppy?” I yipped and nodded eagerly as his hands continued to paw at my cage “But we aren’t done yet”

Suddenly I could feel cold metal pressed against the base of my balls. I inhaled sharply, enough that I almost felt my balls recede back into my body. I tried to look down, but I felt the rodent’s other hand hold me by the neck forcing me to face forward.

“Don’t worry little puppy, I won’t do anything too drastic” He spoke directly into my ear, his warm breath making me shudder at just his words “Just relax, look forward and enjoy the show. We don’t want any accidents now do we?”

I gulped, nodding, making sure he knew I understood. I moved my gaze forward just as instructed. I was so engrossed in the rodent and his tools I wasn’t even able to notice the large standing mirror on the other side of the wall. Sure enough I could see our reflection in the mirror looking back at us.

My eyes immediately went to my crotch to see what was happening down there. The rodent held up some sort of sharp razor to my crotch, brushing it ever so slightly on my pubes, shaving them. I sighed fearing the worst, happy that did not come to pass.

“Little puppy’s too tense” I felt what fur I had down there slowly got trimmed and pruned like a hedge “Not to worry, we won’t take away your useless little dinky. No point after using some magic on it already.

I slowly glanced down to my caged crotch and sure enough, I felt embarrassed just at the sight of it, not noticing the strange glow coming off of it. I soon moved my gaze onto the rodent, he was lankier than the guards I’ve seen, tall and clean.

“Eyeing me now, are we?” The rodent stared back at me in the reflection, winking even as he spoke “Now I’m not for sale, but I do appreciate the gesture”

Minutes passed as the rodent continued to gingerly trim about my bits, removing all the unkempt fur I had down there. I never thought to shave since, I never thought anyone was going to see me like this, yet here I am on the floor being prepared like a slave.

Suddenly I remembered not just like a slave, but as a real slave. The reality of the situation came crashing down once more. I laid there still and unmoving, letting the rodent do his work as I knew I was unable to change the outcome.

“And done” The rodent wove his hand through my newly shaved pubes, their hairs now as short and fine as any other found on my fur “Now let's get you up”

I stood, unable to even make an ounce of defiance. I was toweled down, the rodent’s hand soft but firm. I couldn’t help but nuzzle at the rare comfort being dried brought. After which the rodent smiled as he saw my own.

“There, there” There was a kindness behind his smile, I felt at ease gazing deep into the rodent’s eyes, each pupil not matching the other apparently “Puppy feeling better now?”

I nod, feeling as if everything will be alright if I go along with him. I mean, he gave me a bath and cleaned me down there, what’s the worst that could happen? In the back of my mind I knew the answer to what could be worse, but at the moment, I felt at peace and dare not think about the harsh reality to come

“Now, let’s get the puppy all shackled up again” I felt the familiar iron shackles wrap themselves around my wrists once more, their all too familiar iron grip seemingly normal at this point“Not that you’ll escape right?”

I nodded, eagerly, as if I were truly a whipped puppy. I even felt my tongue try and lull itself out from the muzzle. I felt calm and happy with this rodent, forgetting I am a slave, and he a slaver.

“Good puppy” He began to pull expectantly on the chain, it acting more and more like a leash now “Let’s go”

I was led down varied halls once more. Everything changed every so often, doors of iron, doors of wood, the stone flooring merging with wood or even tiles as we moved forward. I couldn’t help but wonder how big this place is or how old. How many times had it been refurbished, changed or even rebuilt.

Change was one word on my mind as I imagined how this place came to be. A change similar to what was happening to me now. A once proud warrior, a mercenary now changed into some rat-kin’s private toy to be sold or traded away.

As I thought about my future, I couldn't help but notice the tightness of the cage holding my nethers in place. I shuddered at the pinch of the tight ring holding my balls, my horniness punishing me.

“It’s time little puppy. Are you excited? Ready to put on a show?” the rat-kin holding me by the chain had stopped before a large set of double doors, wooder and inlaid with iron “I know I am at least”

Show? What did he mean? My mind was racing at what he meant, that is until the set of double doors opened slowly, the anticipation filling the air like smoke. And so did actual smoke that came from the other side of the door.

The smoke that blew forth was unlike any I had smelt before. It felt heady and musky, yet had hints of citrus and sweet flowers. It was intoxicating almost, like a perfume of some sort.

The rodent before me sauntered gingerly into the smoke-filled room, with me in tow. I scanned the room as much as I tried to take in more of the scent. It was all around us, like how all around us were other furs all in varying states of dress.

“Welcome ladies and, well who are we kidding, we’re all gentlemen here!” Cheers erupted from the crowds of furs, the scent of alcohol filling the room “Who’s ready for tonight’s haul?”

More cheers came forth from the furs all around us. I felt my ears ring at the response the rodent got from the crowd. I caught glimpses of some furs even eyeing me as I was led down the center of the room.

Suddenly I felt more naked than before. I felt hundreds, maybe even thousands of eyes scanning my naked form as if some dish served before a hungry party. Had my hands been untied, I’m sure they would have come up to hide as much as they could

“Well, let’s get this party started” I was led up on a platform at the other end of the room, the rodent still grinning like a madman, egging the crowd on “First up on the block is our little puppy!”

I kept scanning around the room, futilely seeking answers or means of escape, yet none came. Soon I felt every eye pry on me as the floor below me seemed to split leaving a circular platform below me. One that slowly raised itself.

“Now, everyone let’s take a close look at our rarest specimen tonight” The crowd roared with excitement, sounds of bids being already placed “Now, gentlemen, we haven’t even stated the starting bid yet”

I blushed profusely at the rodent’s words as bright lights beamed down from who knows where, shining down on my naked lupine form. The rodent had let go of the chain, yet that meant nothing as I was practically twenty feet up in the air. Stood stiff as a board, afraid of falling, yet it seemed the rodent was expecting as much.

“Now, our fine muscular specimen today starts at around a hundred gold pieces. DO I HEAR ANY BIDS!?” I blushed at the price, just a few days ago I was scrounging practically half or so much gold, I forget; yet now I was being bought for practically just as much “Now he may be not too well endowed down there if you catch my drift, but he is still one male specimen worth the price.

I couldn’t help but blush further at the snarky comments the rodent was making. It was true I was a bit on the small side but he didn’t have to shout it out to the crowd. Nonetheless I could still hear bids coming forth, all well over a hundred gold pieces.

“Do I hear one twenty? One fifty? Oooh two hundred? Anyone else want this sweet little puppy?” I tried to peer at who was raising which paddles, prices and numbers blurring together in a haze left my head spinning “Going once, going twice, and sold! For five hundred gold pieces to the hyena in the back!”

The entire auction hall rang out in a cheer, and out there in the back was a band of hyenas all laughing maniacally at their rather large purchase. One particularly large hyena, though by not much, seemed to wink at me.

“Well, that’s it for our special auction piece folks, next up some more common canines” The platform I was on started to move backwards rather than descend “Come pick your prize good sir once the auction is over”

Darkness enveloped me once more as the cover of darkness and rather large curtains covered my senses. I was sold, just like that, now left to the whims and wallets of some rather rich hyenas it seems.