Episode 4

Hades knew exactly what was about to transpire between the no-fur and his hideous master. Not only had he seen the glint of Gran's knife, he'd read the tom’s aura. Despite already having a plan to rid himself of the aqua-haired no-fur, the fat tom was both angry and afraid of him. There was a lot of dirty litter going on here and Hades knew he might be best served to return the money and walk away. 

But he wasn't going to be able to leave the no-fur to this monster. Never mind that he was driving him upstate to hand him over to a different kind of monster. That was a detail Hades chose to ignore right now. But this was still the Martelli family, even if it was an offshoot that claimed no connections. Not that Hades believed that story for a second. Gran's last name was no joke. 

Before Gran had formed a response that no doubt would involve calling him rude at the very least, Hades stomped past him, grabbing the no-fur by the arm and pulling him up to his feet.

"But what does it matter?" He shoved the no-fur towards the huge driveway where his car waited. He did it in a way that didn't invite the fat feline to keep up. "In five more minutes he will never be your problem again."

"Yes," Gran agreed, wheezing a bit and finally stopping halfway across the lawn. "Never heard from again, Mr. Fix-It. Or you won't be either."

Hades ignored the hackles on his neck as Gran finally let out the threat he was waiting for. He opened the trunk to his car where Jinx had helped him install a no-fur transport cage with the added restraints for a temperamental omega. He held on so tight to the no-fur as he lifted him up and stuffed him inside he swore he could see the new bruise on its thin frame.

"Please don't. I won't make a sound." The no-fur pleaded with the biggest, saddest eyes Hades had ever seen. 

Hades didn't want to care. Couldn't afford to be kind. He took the job and they were already past the point of no return. Gran needed to believe Hades wasn't the kind of feline who had second thoughts or maybe worse, liked to double cross his clients. Gran didn't need to know how Hades had struggled with what he was going to do with the no-fur over breakfast at Jinx's place, much to the delight of his old friend.

He'd endured more of his oldest friend's teasing about how he might run off with the no-fur to talk about real solutions. Jinx thought he might be able to find a private buyer that would use the omega for seeding but spoil him as well. They were few and far between but Jinx was optimistic. Now Hades just had to decide if he was going to go all bleeding heart, lose all that money and earn a possible mob hit in the process. 

Things weren't looking good for the no-fur’s future. It was probably best to keep him locked away.

"I know better than to believe a word you say, skin-sheath." Hades heard Gran getting closer and used the cruelest name there was for no-furs.

The skinny thing was no match for Hades's stockier frame. No-furs rarely were a physical match for anything but the smallest and scrawniest of toms. They were a race of small, smooth, and irresistibly beautiful creatures. No tom could stop himself from indulging in their glorious bodies and, having the advantage in all ways that mattered, no tom had to restrain himself. For the first time in his adult life, that fact made Hades angry.

Hades forced him inside the small flat cage. He seized and restrained the no-fur’s arms and legs so he was laying on his belly. Hades tried not think about how it was designed for the omega to not move as the cage top slid open for a tom mounting him to not have to be troubled with him fighting back.

And the no-fur was trying not to cry while trying to bargain with him until Hades moved his head to accept the leather bit inside the cage and buckle it around his head. As Gran reached them, he gave the no-fur’s ass a smack.

"Stop crying. Our friend here is being kind to you. Letting you have the whole ride to get used to the new way you'll be expected to live." Gran smiled and Hades hid his urge to knock out his teeth. "Nice, but don't forget I made him a master at pleasing a tom with his mouth. Don't deny yourself the pleasure."

"That's what the other panel is for, right? Just take the gag out and stuff a cock in that nasty little mouth." Hades about threw up in his mouth as he said what the mobster expected from him.

But as disgusted as he was with Gran, Hades still wasn't sure he was a good enough guy to miss out on that. It would be so easy to take the cage out, set it on top of the trunk of his beloved classic car and use the pretty little creature’s mouth. Just park off the side of the road or at a rest stop or every rest stop from here to there and fuck him until his lips were raw. And no one would say a word. Not even a Black-fur would be stopped from taking what appeared to be his no-fur omega wherever he pleased.

Hades slammed the trunk shut. Though the inequality of it made him a little ill, the thought of actually making the sweet, appealing, helpless no-fur suck his cock made him painfully hard.

He probably shouldn't open that trunk until they reached their destination. He hopped in the driver's seat and fired up the engine. Turning the radio on, Hades cranked it up, not to drown out the soft moans and cries barely audible from the trunk but the awful lusty imaginings in his head. Finding that he was disgusted with himself as well, Hades hit the gas.

The radio seemed to mock him as a popular but often maudlin singer crooned. "Two days ago I wasn't crazy. My life was my own. Now death is on offer because I thought I could have it all. I should have just stayed home."