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Leaning against the wall, head and everything, the coyote felt his eyes drooping. The canine closed them, just for a second, and his consciousness threatened to fade away for a moment, but the clang of armor and sound of steps nearby jolted him awake again. Verter nodded towards the taller tiger that went through the hallway he was guarding and then just watched the feline continue down the hall with the tip of his tail poking out from the side of the long blue cape draped over his shoulder. The coyote sighed.

Being a royal guard was a pain sometimes. Verter was one of the newest royal guards and, though he wore the shiny, specially crafted armor and long blue cape with honor, he was starting to have second thoughts about how fit he was to live his life on guarding duty. As most of the rookies in the royal guard, he had been posted to guard the armory, right inside the royal palace's left wing that was, in fact, the place where the very same royal knights stayed. It felt a bit silly to be a royal knight guarding the royal knight's armory, but as has been thoroughly explained to him, the array of weapons inside the armory would be exactly what invaders would go for in case of a raid, so it was a crucial point and yadda yadda, etcetera. It was always the place they put rookies to guard, as even if something did happen (as ridiculous as it sounded to have anyone invading the royal palace), there were a dozen other royal guards nearby.

Verter was far from being an actual rookie. He'd been a devoted soldier for years before he was bestowed the honor of being chosen as a royal guard. The coyote had been proud of his armor alongside his pockets full of the coin that came with the job and enjoyed bragging about his status, but nights like these made the whole thing seem a little dull in perspective.

The sound of steps coming down the hallway once more snapped Verter out of his thoughts. He turned his head idly, but stiffened when he saw none other than Gareth, the very captain of the royal guard. Verter quickly adjusted his position, standing as straight as he was supposed to and standing at attention, while forcing his ears to stand upright. He glanced towards the approaching captain and noticed the cougar was stomping heavily on the floor, his face showing deep displeasure. His eyes moved to lock on with the coyote's for a moment, to which Verter quickly looked away, focusing his eyes on the plain wall straight ahead.

"Good evening, capt-" Verter had only time to start his greeting before captain Gareth grabbed the coyote by his scruff in the back of his unprotected neck. With metal clanging, the coyote stumbled backwards to follow the cougar's rough pulling, opening the door to the armory behind him and pulling him inside. It was only when the door had been slammed behind them that the cougar let go, allowing the dazed coyote to stand up properly again. His ears were no longer up and straight.

"I just had another frustrating evening with Lord Tamrik and his pathetic excuse of a son," the cougar captain said with a growl. Verter's ears folded themselves back even more. He had a good idea of what that meant. That good idea solidified with Gareth unclasping his own cloak, letting it fall down to the floor, then going down to undo the clasps of his breastplate. Verter just stood there, watching.

"I'm sorry to hear that, sir," the coyote responded dutifully. Gareth's eyes just stared him down, slowly narrowing.

"And what are you waiting for?" The cougar's question was adorned with a growl as well, letting his usual complete lack of patience show. Verter swallowed hard.

"Uhh... I know we... we've done this before, sir, but surely you don't... I mean, we're not on your quarters this time and I'm on duty, my replacement might arrive s-"

"Shut up and just do it." The cougar interrupted him. He was done undoing his breastplate, which he just set down on the floor to start handling his pauldrons. Verter's ears pinned themselves down against his head. He looked at the door again, which wasn't even locked.

"But sir, I really don't t-think that-"

This time, Verter stopped speaking himself. He caught the glare the captain was giving him, the cougar having stopped halfway into unclasping his second pauldron.

"This is not the night you're gonna want to displease me, rookie." Gareth's voice carried venom. A chill ran up the back of the coyote's spine and finally, he lowered his head, nodding with a weak "Yes, sir."

They both stripped out to nothing but their loincloths. Verter's armor was carefully set on the corner, but Gareth hadn't been that careful, simply taking it off and hurrying him up after that. As soon as the coyote was close to naked as well, with his ears folded back and paws over the bulge of his loincloth, he looked up at Gareth. The cougar was handsome, he had to give him that. He had a lean body, but very toned and muscular underneath his short fur. Of course, a glance towards the door also happened, Verter always afraid someone would barge in. The captain would most definitely be able to live down whatever they said if word of what they were doing spread out, but the coyote was pretty sure he was going to be mocked for it for the rest of his freaking life, at the very least.

"And? Come on, get on your knees, get it wet," the captain ordered with impatience. Out of pure habit, Verter blurted out a quick "yes, sir" and hurried down to his knees. He himself took the captain's loincloth away carefully to expose the feline's hanging, furry balls and a hefty sheath with a half-hardened member already exposed.

As a coyote, Verter was pretty good with smells, so the heightened musk of the captain hit him pretty hard, but he did his best to ignore it. Gareth sighed in approval from above him the moment his tongue started lapping lightly at the cougar's cock, already feeling the very short barbs alongside the length with a little bit of discomfort, not to mention the taste.

"Yeah... good boy. Good soldier. I swear, canine tongues were meant exactly for this." The cougar's hand came to Verter's head alongside his small comment. It made the coyote blush lightly, but nevertheless, he continued, taking the hardening member into his muzzle to start suckling on it, nurturing it to grow. He was very successful, feeling the cougar's cock getting harder while his tongue massaged it.

The act went on for a good while. The captain kept letting out soft groans of approval while Verter did his best to please, preferably as fast as possible. He soon had the taste of the captain's pre ingrained over his tongue. Slowly, Verter took out his own loincloth while he worked over the captain. Glances towards the door happened every minute with the coyote's ears also always up, listening to any hints of movement from outside, but thankfully nothing came. His paw started stroking his own hard member, the tapered, canine cock fully hard itself. The coyote was just starting to get into it, going as far as taking most of the captain's cock in his long muzzle at once to feel the tip touching his throat while he also felt his own paw slick with his pre, the stroking getting faster. That's when the cougar took a step back.

"That's enough of that. It's nice and wet, it'll do."

Verter's ears flickered back right away.

"S-sir, do you really think that's wise? I mean, going that far will be messy, someone might hear and I'll have to walk back all the way to my quarters wi-"

"Shut it. You're always complaining. A good soldier always obeys, remember?" It was as if Verter hadn't spent the last half hour pleasuring the captain with his mouth for all the impatience the cougar displayed. Gareth looked around, then pointed at a square table off to the side. "There. Bend over there, I'll fuck you against the table."

Verter felt thoroughly embarrassed at how blunt the captain was, but he nodded dutifully. He couldn't deny that his own member was still throbbing with excitement over the prospect, even if he would really, really rather leave this to some other, more private time.

"Yes, sir," the coyote just said, getting up and walking towards the table. He took the small blades that were over it out of the way, then placed both of his paws over it, bending over softly. It made him feel exposed, to say the least. Verter had to make a small effort to lift his tail when it actually wanted to curl between his legs.

"Damn right. That's what I like to see." Gareth came behind him, his paw coming straight down to grab his rump and squeeze, feeling it. His cock came next, grinding against his rear, right against his tailhole. Verter swallowed, seriously just hoping the captain would be gentle this time. The odds of that were against him, though, he knew.

"I have a better idea, though. Stay still," the cougar ordered. Verter obeyed, though he did look back over his shoulder to see the captain uncoiling a few long pieces of rope that were hanging from a nearby wall. He was confused to the captain's intent all the time up until when Gareth came back with rope in hand, put an arm around him to straighten him up, then forced his arms behind his back, a little more roughly than necessary. Verter complied with his heart beating faster, but his ears went straight down when he felt the rope tightening around his wrists, binding them together.

"What's this, sir? There's really no need-"

"Quiet."

As deeply uncomfortable as he was with the situation, the coyote kept quiet even when the cougar almost made him fall by kicking his feet to the side, forcing him to spread his legs wide so that he could tie each one of his ankles to the table's legs. The cougar then forced him to bend over again, though this time, without his hands, he fell with his chest flat against the table. If Verter thought he had felt exposed before, now with his legs wide spread he knew that he was showing off everything. He cursed the fact that the table was on the opposite side of the door, forcing him to stare at a wall ahead instead and feeling even more vulnerable knowing that whoever came in from the door would see the most intimate part of him before anything. With his waist just by the table's edge, his hard cock was still there too, visible hanging beneath him, though the occasional grind against the hard wood was uncomfortable.

"That's much better. I don't like too much squirming," the cougar said, appreciating his work.

"P-please sir, if you could just d-"

"I said quiet, didn't I?" Gareth growled behind him. He did seem angry. "You can't follow simple orders? The next time I hear you speak, I'm gonna make you stay quiet by force."

Verter had no idea what that meant, but he shut his muzzle right away, no matter how much he wanted to protest. He did not appreciate being bound like this. Not at all. The coyote made the mistake of testing the ropes, wrists forcing against the piece binding his wrists, his chest rocking the table a little as he squirmed. He would feel much, much less nervous if he knew he could break out of it, but it didn't appear to be the case.

"I see there's still some squirming left in you. Luckily, I just had the best idea."

Before the coyote could ponder over what that meant, he saw the captain coming around the table to loop a piece of rope around his very neck. The urge to say several things came, but Verter caught the words in his throat, instead just observing. After a tight knot was made and the rope was secure and tight around his neck, he saw Gareth taking the rope connected to it across the table, past the edge right in front of his eyes and under it. The captain kept the pressure on, which meant that his neck was constantly forced down towards the table and he couldn't even try to get back up. Things got a lot worse, however, when he felt the captain tugging at his hanging balls from behind him. The cougar pulled them. A small muffled yelp did escape Verter's throat, but he started getting really nervous when he felt rope being looped around the base of his sack. Twice it was looped around it, far too tight to be comfortable, and then felt a knot tying his balls like that, a little bit stretched.

The captain didn't even have to explain. The moment Gareth let go, Verter tried lifting his neck to test the ropes and he immediately regretted it. The rope around his neck had gone past the table and under it, but it apparently was the same stretched one tied around his balls. His attempt to pull at it and get his chest off the table was rewarded with a sound tug over his own nuts, a little too hard since he wasn't expecting it. Enough to make him grunt and his eyes to water a little. Needless to say that, after that, the coyote stood still, bent over the table and feeling completely helpless.

"Perfect! Fuck, I really outdid myself this time," the captain said with such pride. Verter really wanted to disagree, but he just stood there silent.

Wasting no more time, the cougar took hold of the coyote's tail, lifting up the only hint of protection he had to leave him completely exposed. There was no ceremony this time. The captain pressed his cock straight against the coyote's exposed tailhole and pushed. Verter let out a heavier grunt when the tip of the captain's still rock hard member beat his resistance to get inside, but he still strived to be silent. The harder thing was keeping his body from moving in response. Every twitch of his neck was felt directly over his balls, which he did not appreciate.

Verter had been right on his guess over the captain's gentleness. After the tip popped in, the cougar simply put a hand over the coyote's hips and shoved himself in. Inch after inch, the barbed member went inside. The coyote had to make a great, great effort to keep himself from both grunting and whimpering. He closed his eyes shut, feeling them wet as the pain of the initial, speedy penetration tore through him. He expected the captain to slow down past the first few inches since his saliva was not nearly enough lubrication, but the captain wasn't. He could feel Gareth's hips just pushing, spreading him open with strength. The cougar was growling behind him as if he was furious with something and shoving himself into the coyote was gonna solve anything. It was getting harder and harder to keep himself from making too much sound, until finally he couldn't take it anymore.

"S-slow down, captain, please!!" The coyote promptly pleaded. It seemed to work at first, because much to his relief, the captain stopped altogether. It gave Verter time to pant. His tailhole felt sore and it ached, even though his erection still stood firm underneath. All of a sudden, however, the captain simply pulled himself out in one quick move. The unexpected action drew a high-pitched whimper of pain from the coyote. The captain's barbs always felt much worse on the way out than they did in the way in. Even empty, his tailhole still felt like it was burning. Verter just laid there, eyes opening, appreciating the break.

"Open," he heard the cougar saying, and he opened his eyes to see Gareth standing right by his side.

"Wha-," he started asking, but the moment he opened his muzzle to speak, the cougar shoved a cloth inside it. It was much deeper than it should, almost reaching his throat and making the coyote cough a few times. His tongue immediately began trying to expel the thing, but it was in too deep to be done without help. A few more confused coughs came before his tongue also managed to identify a certain... musk to it. His own musk. It was the freaking loincloth he'd been wearing all day in there. Verter's ears went down right away in embarrassment.

"Pllsh, ccptn," the coyote pleaded, but his voice came out muffled and low. The small chuckle he heard coming from Gareth told him that his pleading would not work.

Verter had no time to brace himself again. The cougar's cock was lined up against his tailhole again and already it pressed inside, beating the resistance once more and starting the process all over again. This time, Verter couldn't keep himself from grunting and groaning, though all of it came out very muffled by the loincloth shoved into his muzzle.

The coyote's hands behind his back curled into fists, his eyes closing shut again. His breathing was fast and rasp through his nose while the captain's member tore through his ass again, this time all the way to the hilt. The whole thing evolved into fucking way too fast as well, the first thrusts having even the captain grunting, though those came with such fury that it seemed intentional. It made Verter even wonder if he had done something to the anger the captain and didn't recall.

The pain of both the fast penetration and the discomfort of the cougar's barbed member coming in and out of his ass made even Verter's erection flag a little. The first minutes of it were hell for the coyote, but slowly, ever so slowly, the slicking of precum and the stretching made the fucking bearable. Pleasure spots were hit inside the coyote, the barbs enhancing it even more somehow despite the light pain.

By the time Verter started getting into it, feeling the pleasure of the whole ordeal start to overcome the pain no matter how sore he knew his tailhole would be the day after, the captain was already fucking him hard. His own cock ached, pre now dripping down towards the floor even though he had no means to touch himself. Gareth didn't really seem concerned about it, too busy fucking him with a rage he had never seen before to care.

The whole thing was fast and rough. He could tell by the cougar's grunts that he was getting close, hammering the coyote's tailhole. Even the concern that someone might come by faded from Verter's mind, the coyote simply drooling over the table, just making an effort not to twitch too much as his pleasure spots were pounded again and again. Despite how sore he felt, he was wishing hard he had at least one hand available. He felt himself drawing closer to cumming without even touching his cock, so he was sure that with a few pumps, he would probably cum even before Gareth himself.

That notion was probably wrong. The coyote was just starting to focus on his pleasure, just starting to think that, for the first time, he might actually cum hands free from how rough the fucking was when he heard a louder, longer grunt coming from the cougar above him. Sure enough, the warmth of the feline's seed filling him up spread through his inside immediately after, the captain keeping himself hilted deep into him while he came. Verter could feel every pulse of the cougar's cock inside him. It made him groan himself, twitching with need, but he couldn't even struggle to show it without tugging at his own balls. The captain's climax went on and on, until finally the cougar's hand came to his back for support, heavy panting coming from behind the coyote.

"Fuuuuck... That was really great," the cougar just said. He kept himself hilted, letting the coyote's warm tailhole milk the very last spurts of cum from him before he finally pulled out. The moment he did, Verter could feel the captain's cum start to drip out from his now considerably stretched tailhole down the back of his legs, staining his fur. That would be hell to clean up later, he knew. The coyote wasn't worried about that, however. He wriggled as best as he could while keeping his neck still to try and make his need clear.

"Pllhmd, sshr!" Verter tried to plea once more. He moved his wrists back and forth. He just wanted captain Gareth to unbind him so he could touch his needy cock and finish too.

"What is it? You want to get out?"

Verter would nod if he could. His cock pulsed, painfully hard with even his knot engorged.

"Nah, what you really want is this, isn't it?" The cougar's question came alongside his hand touching Verter's hanging cock. The act alone made him groan, a small burst of pre coming. Slowly, so, so slowly the captain trailed his fingers over the straining member, making Verter go as far as try to hump the cougar's fingers, signalling that yes, that's what he wanted. A little more teasing of those claws came, the coyote feeling so freaking close to the edge, and then the hand went away.

"You know what? This was a really good fuck. I feel much, much more relaxed. It's almost as if Serian hadn't made me furious," the cougar started to say almost casually. Verter had no idea what that had to do with anything, but he just wanted to cum! He was sure he would regret the mess later, but he wanted to cum. Captain Gareth ignored that, however, and simply continued. "In fact, I enjoyed this so much that I think I'd like to go again. Not right now, though, I need to get my supper. Fucking makes me hungry."

Verter's ears went down. What the hell did that mean? He was pretty sure he couldn't take Gareth twice in one night, even if they went to his room again, even if he was gentle. He was already feeling too sore from the roughness of the first time! The cougar's hand came to his rump, however, caressing it and there was nothing he could do about it.

"I'm gonna go get my supper. You'll stay right here, won't you? Of course you will, my knots are flawless. I promise I'll make you cum after the second go."

Verter's eyes went wide. The captain intended to leave him there, bound?! The coyote wriggled right away, his ears pinning down against his head, his tail going between his legs and his cock still aching for release. He couldn't do that! The position was really uncomfortable and, worst of all, someone would find him like that!

"Don't worry. I'll tell your replacement to come in early. I'm pretty sure he won't come in here, probably. I'll tell him I let you off the hook for whatever reason I come up with." The cougar's hand caressing his rump went down to his cock again. The touch alone made him groan in pleasure. The captain went as far as giving his sensitive knot a few squeezes, bringing him right to the very edge again, but Verter's needy whimpers just made him laugh.

"I'll see you again in an hour or two, soldier."

Just like that, the hand went away. Verter was forced to hear the captain putting his armor back on and no amount of wriggling, pleading or muffled whimpering made the cougar even acknowledge him again. The door to the armory opened, then it closed, and then there was only silence to keep the nervous coyote company.