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The morning had begun as usual, with gymnastics and some lazy talk among the young men. They enjoyed a light breakfast made of salad before they descended into the bath-halls below the big building in the middle of Kuel-Atzshara. One of the men was Octavan, an otter. During the bath he took great care of every inch of his body, massaging himself with routined practice. Once he was cleaned he rubbed scented oils into his fur, beginning by his feet and moving up until his neck with tender gentleness. He was wholly relaxed and his paws found his crotch. A few strokes hardened him and now the same gentleness applied the oils to his shaft, sheath and scrotum, and even to the bottom of his pelvic between the legs. It was all part of his routine, preparing him for work. Well trained self control kept him from giving in to lust, and steadied his heart so he would not sweat.

When he was done he ascended from the great bath to dry himself. Octavan was still stiff when a familiar perfume tickled his nose. A deep, female voice spoke. "Good morning, Octavan. How are you feeling?" She was a well build boar, clothed with textiles of high quality and wearing a well picked composition of jewellery. "Madam Clarese", Octavan began, facing her now, "very well, thank you for asking." He bowed with a gesture of respect "What can I do for you?"

Madam Clarese smiled, warm and dominant. "Let me see you." Octavan new the command and turned away, exposing his rear to her. He gasped, for he had not expected to feel her hand so suddenly between his buttocks. She felt his skin carefully from tail to pelvic bottom and probed his ring. Octavan breathed deeply and found it difficult to control himself. The tiniest moan escaped. Madam Clarese chuckled in her deep voice and rubbed at the bottom of his pelvic with two fingers. "Ah, you are still young, not a full master. Very good. Lay down now." His cheeks flushed, but he smiled. He lay down on his belly on a nearby bench. Though he knew the men were sometimes expected to endure such treatment, it confused him no less. Though it told him that Madam Clarese had a plan for him.

She produced a bottle of lube from a shelve close by and prepared her fingers. Than she spread some of the lubricant between the buttocks of Octavan. One finger went in, and he managed without a sound. The second made him gasp. She massaged him, just the ring and not his prostate. It made him moan. She loosened him. The third finger made him cry a sweet cry of pleasure, and all three fingers penetrated him until her knuckles touched his ring. His breath calmed quickly, but his entire hip tingled in pleasure. He had never before been stretched so far. Pre soaked his fur.

Very slowly she removed her fingers."Good boy" she cooed, pleased with him. "I expect a special customer today, an old friend. You will be just to his liking, good Octavan. Please him as I have taught you to please." She leaned over him and kissed his forehead, loving like a mother. "Now get clean and go to your room. His name is Kaleb."

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Octavans chamber was located in the higher levels of the house. It had an open balcony facing toward the sea, providing a splendid view over the colourful roofs of Kuel-Atzshara. Violet curtains framed the sight and a square of strong wooden beams made the panorama seem like a picture. The centre of the room was his bed, low and surrounded by so many pillows it was hard to tell where it ended and the cushioned floor began. Every cloth was of royal red or purple, in a way that made his bright hazel fur seem to glow with a soft sheen on its own. Only few jewels decorated him, and an inviting slip covered his groin just so much.

The young otter lay on top his bed idly, halfway dozing yet mindful to appear ready and waiting for whoever stole a peak through his doorway. Kaleb was the name of the man he would be pleasing soon. He wondered what kind of man he might be and of what birth. Rumours among Madam Clareses men had it she had good friends among sailors and soldiers. A strong officer maybe? She had probed him earlier, in preparation and judgement. Perhaps a canine? Some lone wolf of the seas in need of love, maybe, or a fierce warrior with a desire for the flesh of young pray such as himself? His hands traced his body while he fantasized. A strong, bold warrior atop of him, slowly at first most likely, when soon the thick shaft would be ploughing into his soft rear. Octavan moaned quietly, almost feeling the big knot banging at his door, demanding entrance. He bit his lower lip and gave in.

Movement in the corridor woke him from his daydream, and left him stiff and ready. He heard someone approaching his doorway and he knew this could only be Kaleb. He smiled a well trained smile, half promising and half curious.

Kaleb entered, a towering bull in battle briefs and jerkins. His shoulders square and broad that it seemed he had to enter sideways to fit through the door frame at all. The horns were sawed off, scars covered his skin and so his face. His features would mark him a brute beast of a man, if it wasn't for these soft blue eyes which now sought Octavans.

Business made the moment pass. Both men knew what they were here for. Kaleb took his clothes off where he stood. Octavan enjoyed to watch him. Kalebs muscles were tense like ropes of iron, force was in every move he made. Yet there was an elegance like a dancers. Octavan followed his instincts and turned so he would rest on his side, just in the middle of his playground. Let him chose which side he wants, he thought. Kaleb looked at him and time slowed down. Not because of any deeper feelings the two men had for each other, now in the dawn of their closeness. But by what the body and eyes of this soldier told. All strength seemed to drain from the muscles, their tenseness shed like an armour of iron plates. His gaze wild for a second, as if confused, angry, even sad. When he kneeled onto Octavans bed it seemed war himself had defeated this man. Kaleb embraced his fate and resigned.

And smiled then, his eyes filled with warmth and focused on Octavan alone. The man reached out and stroked his thigh tenderly. He leaned slightly toward Octavans back, who understood the sign. With a little twist of his back he opened his arms to Kaleb while he pronounced his rear, inviting him to lie down next to him. Kaleb followed. While he settled down behind him, his right hand explored Octavans side, slowly moving upward. Octavan kept his back twisted just enough to lie comfortably yet able to watch this man whose legs brushed his from behind. Kalebs hand came to rest on Octavans belly and he said with a deep, rough voice "You're beautiful."

"So are you, Kaleb." said Octavan. The bull smiled, drinking in this fantasy of peacefulness.

For a time the two men were just laying on the bed, enjoying the relaxed closeness of each other while Kalebs hand kept stroking the soft belly and chest of Octavan. His muscles lost more of their tenseness, while other parts of his body stiffened. Let him lead, Octavan thought, observing the bull secretly. With one of the strokes from his right hand Kaleb felt the otters hip and thigh before he reached in between his legs from behind. He made Octavan lift one leg, so Kaleb could freely explore his pelvic and cup his balls in one hand. Octavan moaned ever so softly. Kaleb pressed his thumb against Octavans pelvic and kept stroking his balls. Then he sled down beside him until he touched his nose below the otters tail. From there he wandered further down, inhaling the clean musk of Octavan. When his muzzle reached the otters sack he started to carefully lick him and rub the broad nose against his hip from below. Again the otter moaned, lifting his leg further to give his guest full access to the places he desired. Slowly Kalebs nose traced upward, his tongue licking the skin. He moved between the buttocks of Octavan and soon kissed the little star he had been looking for. Another moan answered his tenderness and he began to lick. Scent and taste were musky, yet slightly scented from oils. It was pleasantly arousing and soon the bull breathed heavily.

Just in time Octavan broke from his trance and found the lube Kaleb would want now. The bottle switched hands, and a moment later Kalebs rough fingers rubbed and massaged his entrance. Octavan did not act his moaning, his sensitive spots were played like an instrument of music. Kalebs lust was great, so he probed the young otter only once before he put his bovine endowment into position.

Grabbing his hip with strong fingers, he slowly pushed himself inside. The first wave of pleasure washed over them as their bodies united. His great member went deep and made Octavan moan a bit louder. Indeed his guest packed more than usual customers did. He felt the hot breath behind him, Kalebs steeled body quivering with excitement. Without rest, yet slowly, the bull began to thrust. Each shove brought him in a little further, the tightness stimulating him so much at times he feared to climax right away. But Kaleb knew himself and went on, bringing in the full length of his shaft.

Octavan yelped. Quiet and sweetly, yet the sudden stretch at the end took him a good step beyond his known limits Kaleb held him and moaned in pleasure. It took effort, but Octavan willed himself to enjoy the sweet pain and slowly turned it into pleasure. The bull behind him pulled back very slowly. With his next thrust he threw himself against the otter and turned him onto his belly, Octavan half crying into his cushions. Now on top of him the bull pushed the fists next to him into the mattress, toes dug into the cloth and he began to plough the young man. Though Octavan was taken by surprise entirely, his entrance had accommodated to the width of Kalebs shaft, though a tight fit it was still. The strength of Kaleb mesmerized him as much as it dominated his entire body, and Octavan cried his name in ecstasy. Kaleb kept ploughing, driven by the beauty, youthfulness and tightness of his mate. But when he felt his climax build for sure he slowed down. Octavan panted, happy about the little relieve and the prolonging of this ride. It was challenging to put up against the power of Kaleb. When it continued, slow and steady, he moaned. His loins jerked in pleasure and warmth soaked his fur. Aware or not, Kaleb went on. In time he would increase the frequency of his thrusts or slow them down. Locked into each others pleasure, time seemed to stretch out and stand still simultaneously.

Eventually Kaleb sped up and claimed Octavan for his lust with a last rush of short thrusts. Feeling Kalebs seed inside together with the strong momentum made Octavan cum once more. Both man moaned in unison.

They had spend a long time resting, Kaleb still inside Octavan and throbbing from time to time. They were silent but for the occasional moan during their after glow. Octavan had just drifted into the embrace of sleep like trance when a chill on his back woke him. Looking up he saw Kaleb quietly towelling his body and collecting his things. Something urged him to speak, but he resisted. He watched Kaleb dress in his briefs and jerkins. It seemed they were made of stone instead of wool and leather-straps. When the bull was ready he stood at the doorway, still and motionless. Then he left.

Once sure his guest did not return, Octavan stretched out on his bed. Carefully he felt his entrance which still tingled and felt slightly sore. He would need to take a break until evening at least. Yet he smirked to himself. Madam Clarese would be very happy with him, and so was he now for the opportunity he had been given. He liked her, actually, and looked forward to help her and her friends more often from now on. After all, that was his job.