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"Are you ready, my liege?" King Cenric's personal bodyguard stepped up him, bowing to the tiger as he approached. The king looked down at his faithful knight whose bright yellow wolf eyes peaking out from his cast iron helmet, his sword by his side.

"I am." he said, "Is my carriage ready?"

"It is." the knight nodded, "Shall we set off to visit your subjects now?"

"Of course! We shouldn't keep them waiting. My people must be anxiously awaiting to lay eyes on their king by now."

"Yessir." his faithful knight nodded again and lead his lord to his carriage; a huge thing, made of the toughest wood and adorned with gold trims and decorations, two four-legged horses at the front to pull it, both covered in glorious snow white fur with golden armour plating on their heads and bodies. His horses and carriage were the perfect way to make his riches known to his subjects. He loved how they all gazed in awe at the wealth he lorded above them. If anyone were to ask why he insisted on visiting his subjects so much, King Cenric would tell them that it was to make himself seem kind, friendly and understanding to his subjects, and to display solidarity with them, when in fact Cenric simply wanted to see their faces as he paraded through the town, showing off the wealth he was born into. Of course, maintaining the look of a kind, benevolent king who thinks only of his subjects was good too. People were less likely to revolt when they were under a kind king after all. His loyal knight opened the carriage door and bowed to him as Cenric climbed onto his carriage and took his seat.

"Thank you, Sir Erik." the king said, "Come take a seat next to me and we'll be off." the wolf knight, Erik, did as he was told and took a seat next to his king, closing the door after him and making sure his hand was close to his sword in case there was a need to use it.

"Driver! Onwards!" Cenric called out to the young rabbit boy who sat at the front of the carriage.

"Yes, Lord!" he said, spurring the horses into trotting on. King Cenric sat back and relaxed, enjoying the view as his carriage made its way towards the nearby town of Norna; one of the many places he ruled over. Erik was less relaxed. It was rare for something to go wrong during one of the king's visits, even rarer for him to have to draw his sword, but he always felt on edge when he had to accompany his king outside the castle walls. Too many opportunities for assassins or just disgruntled townsfolk to attack his highness. He didn't like it. Still, despite his objections the king insisted on making regular trips to the town to lord over the townsfolk as he usually did.

They reached the town soon enough to a chorus of "The king is here! The king is here!" chanted by the tiger's awestruck subjects. Cenric raised a hand and waved at them as they approached the carriage to lay eyes on their benevolent lord.

"Hello! Hello, yes, hello to you!" he called out in a jovial voice. Erik gave him a look and tutted under his breath. He sounded so patronizing when he spoke like that. The carriage continued on its trip, making the rounds at a steady pace, slow enough for the townspeople to get a good look at their king. Cenric could hear them talking and muttering to each other.

"Look at that carriage!"

"Those horses are so amazing!"

"I wish my husband had a mane as handsome as them..." Cenric couldn't help but chuckle. They truly did envy him and his riches. He was about to greet the newest additions to the throng of people come to see their king when he noticed something; a young fox, likely in his early twenties, covered in beautiful red-orange fur with long, black hair; surprisingly well kept considering he was nothing more than a peasant. There was a jagged pattern of white fur across the fox's face which caused him to stand out amongst the crowd. It was a strange, eye-catching pattern. And his face; so petite, so attractive!

"Stop the carriage!" he ordered.

"What?" Erik asked, looking at him with a look of shock on his face.

"You heard me!" Cenric growled in reply. The driver hesitated, but did as he was ordered, bringing the horses and carriage to a stop. Cenric had leaped out of the carriage before it had even stopped completely and marched over to the young, attractive fox. Erik hurried to follow him.

"Sir, what are you-"

"Quiet, Erik. Can't you see I'm admiring this fine example of a fox here?" Cenric looked down at the vulpine who was nearly half the king's size.

"U-um, good afternoon, my liege." he said nervously, "C-can I help you...?" he spoke in a soft, innocent voice.

"What's your name, boy?" Cenric asked and placed a hand on his cheek.

"Um, my name? It's Gwyn, Sir." the fox answered.

"Mrrr, such a nice name." Cenric purred, "And your age?"

"I'm... Not sure... My schooling wasn't very good... Eight...teen... I think the word is?"

"Eighteen!" Cenric beamed, "My, so young!" he stroked his cheek and caressed him softly, soon moving his hand down to stroke at his chest. It was then that a nearby lion who looked a good deal older than the fox, spoke up.

"E-excuse me! That's my-" Cenric turned to him with a scowl, giving a low, threatening growl. The lion backed off, "Um, I mean... Um..." he stuttered nervously.

"You meant what, hm?" Cenric asked, "Well? What is this handsome young boy to you?"

"My... My husband..." the lion gulped.

"Heh, is that right?" Cenric smirked and gave the lion a look before returning his attention to Gwyn, "But I'm sure you'd rather spend the night with someone like me, wouldn't you, Gwyn?"

"I, um..." Cenric could see Gwyn's cheeks turning bright pink underneath his white and red fur. Cenric suddenly leaned forward, bringing his mouth close to Gwyn's ear and whispering to him, making the fox shiver as his warm breath blew over him.

"I'll send some of my men to pick you up later." he said, giving his cheek a slow lick before pulling back. Gwyn looked up at him, blushing deeply, embarrassed and unsure. He watched the king and his guard return to the carriage and saw the king smile and wink at him as they continued their rounds.

Cenric sat back with a sigh.

"That fox certainly made an impression on you, my liege." Erik said.

"Wasn't he the most attractive fox you ever saw?" Cenric asked with a grin, "That face, that fur... So handsome and well kept for a peasant... I must have him in my bed!"

"Sire, I think he's taken..." Erik said.

"Yes, I did hear him, Erik." Cenric said, "It doesn't matter. I'll just take him for myself!" Erik hesitated before nodding with a sigh. As much as he disapproved, there was nothing Erik could do against his king. Nothing that wouldn't end with him being exiled, jailed or executed for it.

Cenric barely paid attention to the rest of the visit to the town. He just kept talking to Erik about the fox he'd become smitten with. He talked about how soft his fur felt on his hand, how he loved the sound of his voice and how eager he was to get the vulpine in his bed. Erik sat there, listening to it all, very well aware of the bulge in the king's trousers. Eventually Cenric ordered the driver to return home and they were soon safe inside the castle walls once again. The tiger king hopped out of the carriage, his obscene bulge still tenting his trousers for everyone to see.

"Erik!" he addressed his guard, "Fetch some of my men and grab that young fox, will you?"

"Yes, Sir." Erik said.

"Good lad. I'll be in my chambers when you return. I need to prepare myself for my guest." he'd set off before Erik could even reply; bounding through the halls of the castle, drawing the gazes of many of his underlings who couldn't help taking a look at that erect package he had down there. He climbed the huge spiral staircase that lead to his chambers and swung the door open as he stepped inside; a big, happy grin on his face as he imagined everything he'd do to that young, supple fox. He imagined throwing him onto his king-sized bed, flipping him onto his stomach and taking him, hard and deep, making him grip the bed's purple satin sheets as he bred his rump. He couldn't wait and could already feel his length dripping pre-cum onto the inside of his trousers. He considered tearing off his clothes and taking care of business right then, but decided against it. He needed to save his load for his guest, after all. He did, however, start stripping off so he could put on something more comfortable; something more inviting. He pulled off his royal cape and hurriedly undressed himself until he was completely naked, his hard tiger cock standing proud and erect between his legs. Cenric had always been proud of his size. His retainers had always complimented him on it; telling him how long and thick it was and how they could only dream of having a tool like his. He admired himself in the full-body mirror nearby. He was a big man; a tall, stocky tiger with a chubby gut on him which he'd acquired after years of feasting on the food of royalty. His belly was covered in white fur, a few patches of black here and there, while the rest of his body was golden-furred, which Cenric always thought fitting for a king. A glorious, majestic colour for a glorious, majestic king, he thought. He reached down and gave his throbbing hard cock a few tugs, grunting and sighing as he touched himself.

"Not yet, Cenric, not yet." he said, "You need to save this for your guest." he grinned when he imagined the fox's reaction to his size. His companions always had such interesting reactions when he revealed his manhood to them. Now, time to find something to wear. He wanted something seductive, something that would leave just enough to the imagination to have the fox gasping for more. He went over to his armoire and searched through it until he found two articles of clothing that were perfect for what he had in mind. The first was a black, satin cloak which he wore in way that showed off just enough of his body. The other was a pair of simple cloth undergarments. Simple, not very exciting, but they'd get the job done. It wasn't like he was planning on wearing them for long anyway.

He knew it would be a while before Erik and his men returned with the fox and so he decided to lie back and relax. He traced a finger up and down his body; cock twitching in anticipation of taking the fox. He could just imagine how tight he'd be. Cenric reached down and groped at the tent in his undergarments, giving a soft moan as he squeezed himself, coaxing more of his pre-cum from his throbbing tip. He was more than ready to greet the vulpine and he started to purr as he imagined having him wrap his lips around his big, hard cock. It took a while, as Cenric had predicted, but he soon heard a knock on his door.

"Sir?" Erik called.

"Come in!" Cenric called back, lying on his side, covering most of his upper half with his cloak and putting on the most seductive face he could muster. The door opened and his knight stepped in, still wearing his armour and helm.

"Sir, there's, um, an issue." he said, apparently unfazed by his king's lewd state of dress.

"An issue?" Cenric asked with a scowl. He hoped whatever it was it wouldn't interfere with him and his fucking. Nobody cockblocks the king.

"Well-"

"Get out of my way!" Cenric heard a loud, angry and familiar voice yelling from outside. A second later a lion burst through the door and pushed his way past Erik; the same lion Cenric had seen with the fox, Gwyn. Cenric growled and glared at him.

"What is he doing here?" he asked.

"He tried to stop us from taking the fox, Sir." Erik said with a sigh, "We were going to just grab the fox and ignore him, but we figured you would want to deal with him yourself. Should we lock him up for trying to deny you, Sire?" Cenric kept glaring at the lion who eventually spoke up.

"Y-you can't do this! You can't just take whoever you want for yourself!"

"I can do whatever I want, lion." Cenric growled, swinging his legs off the bed and standing up to face him. He looked down at the smaller feline, staring deep into his eyes, "Your name." he said simply.

"What's it to-"

"Your name!" Cenric raised his voice, the sudden anger in his tone making the lion take an intimidated step back.

"It's... It's Owain..." the lion answered.

"Good kitty." Cenric smirked, "So, Owain, I assume that good looking husband of yours is here too?" Owain remind silent but looked over to the doorframe where Erik stood, the fox peering over his shoulder nervously. Cenric smiled and gestured to him to approach.

"Come in, boy. I've been looking forward to seeing you." he said. Erik moved aside and let Gwyn enter. The fox looked up at the tiger nervously.

"What, um... What did you want to see me for, Sire?" he asked.

"Oh, you know what he wanted to see you for!" Owain growled, "This... This pervert wants to _use_you!"

"Watch your tongue, lion!" Cenric shot him a piercing glare, "Although, I suppose I should do something about you before I start having my fun with your companion here. You!" he pointed to one of the guards standing outside his room who'd brought Gwyn and Owain in with Erik, "Fetch me a couple lengths of rope." the guard, a bear dressed in iron armour, nodded and shot off to find what Cenric wanted, "As for you two..." Cenric addressed Erik and the other guard who was accompanying him; a brown-furred dog; a German Sheppard to be exact, "Help me get this troublemaker's clothes off."

"What?!" Owain gasped and stepped back. Erik was surprised by Cenric's order, but did as he was told. It wasn't his place to argue. He and the German Sheppard descended upon the helpless lion who struggled as best he could but was no match against the two big, strong guards. Gwyn looked like he was about to object but a quick, sharp glare from Cenric silenced him. He stood back and watched as his lover's clothes were torn from his body; his shirt, his pants, even his undergarments, all pulled off and thrown to the floor. The two canines stepped away, the lion now completely naked, his shame presented for all to behold. Cenric smirked down at the vulnerable feline, a wicked, evil look on his face. He could see how uncomfortable Owain was.

"Mrrrr, my, my. Look at that pathetic body of yours, lion." he said. Owain remind silent, blushing and looking over at Gwyn with embarrassment, "You're nothing compared to a king." Cenric continued, "Just look at this..." he stepped forward and grabbed at Owain's crotch, giving it a good squeeze and making him whimper in his grasp.

"Ah! S...Sire...!" he gasped, "Let go... Let go of me!"

"Are you making demands of your king?" Cenric growled, "My, you really do want to be punished, don't you?" Owain looked from Gwyn and stared into Cenric's eyes. He tried to keep a strong, defiant look on his face, but Cenric saw through it. Owain was scared of him; it was clear in his eyes and the way he whimpered and squeaked at his touch.

"Sire... Please..." he said.

"Awr, where's that bravado you had earlier, kitty?" Cenric asked, "Or was that all for show? I might go easier on you if you beg for forgiveness, you know."

"I... I'm sorry..." Owain whimpered.

"Louder!"

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, sire!" Owain said. Cenric smirked and looked over at Gwyn who just watched as Cenric molested and manhandled his husband.

"Good boy." the king said, looking back at Owain, "Now get down on the floor and kiss my feet."

"H-huh? Sire..." Owain looked over at Gwyn who stood nearby, looking on as his husband was humiliated, "In... In front of my...?"

"I'm waiting, Owain." Cenric said, his voice turning just threatening enough to spur the lion onwards. He slowly and reluctantly got down on all fours at his king's feet, the fox and two guards all watching as Cenric presented his foot to him. Owain hesitated.

"P...Please, Sire... Th-this is so humiliating..."

"Owain!" Cenric's voice boomed around his chambers, making everyone present jump in surprise at his sudden show of aggression, "You will start kissing my feet or I will have you dragged to the dungeon and flogged!"

"No, sire, I'm sorry!" Owain gasped, "I'll do it, I'll do it! Please not the dungeon!"

"Then hurry up! I'm waiting!" Cenric growled and Owain looked down at the tiger's furry foot which was presented to him. He was painfully aware of Gwyn watching him as he lowered his head, placed his lips onto Cenric's foot and kissed it.

"Good kitty." Cenric smirked, "Isn't he a good kitty, boys?"

"Er, yes, Sir!" Erik said.

"Heh, keep going, kit. Keep kissing." Owain did as he was ordered and kept kissing at Cenric's foot, kissing up and down the appendage, submitting to the tiger as his lover watched on. He could hear the German Sheppard guard nearby chuckling as he watched him humiliate himself. Cenric looked over at the fox, "See what an obedient boy your husband is?"

"Um, yes, Sire..." Gwyn said. Cenric purred and let Owain keep kissing his foot for a few more moments before pulling away.

"Alright, that's enough. Your making my fur all wet. Stand up." Owain did as he was told.

"A...Are you going to let me leave, Sire?" he asked, his voice pathetic and defeated.

"Awr, you want to leave?" Cenric asked, "You're just going to leave your fox here for me to play with?" Owain remained silent and looked away, unable to face either the king or his husband, "Well, whatever the case; no, you can't leave." Owain looked up at Cenric, a look of shock and fear on his face. He wondered what else he was going to do to him... Would he have him dragged off to the dungeon despite how he'd submitted to him? Cenric looked at Erik and the Sheppard who still stood nearby, watching, "Where's that damn bear with the rope?"

"I'm here, Sir!" the bear made his presence known from the doorway where he stood; two thick, strong lengths of rope in his hands.

"Good man. Now tie him up. Over there." Cenric nodded to an expensive wooden chair nearby. Owain's eyes went wide and he tried to struggle as the three guards obediently grabbed him and forced him onto the chair. The bear held him down, making sure he couldn't escape while Erik and the Sheppard tied his wrists to the chair, making sure they were nice and tight and that he wouldn't be able to get out.

"All done, my liege." Erik said.

"Alright. You can leave us now."

"Are you sure, Sir?" the Sheppard asked, unsure about leaving his king alone with someone as hostile as Owain had been, tied down or not.

"Yes, I'm sure! Now hurry up, go on. Patrol the grounds or something, you're wasting time I could be spending with this handsome young fox here!"

"Um, yes, my liege." the Sheppard said. Cenric watched his guards leave, with Erik being the last to go, closing the door behind him and leaving the big, horny tiger alone with the fox and lion.

Cenric approached the fox and placed his hand on his chin.

"Mrrrr... Now, what am I going to do with you, eh?" he asked. Gwyn blushed deeply.

"Sir, please... Owain..."

"Forget about Owain." Cenric growled, "I'm the king here, and what the king wants, the king gets."

"My liege, I can't- mrrph!" he let out a muffled gasp as Cenric gripped the back of his head tight and forced his tongue deep inside his mouth. Gwyn groaned and squirmed as the bigger male held him in place, kissing him deeply and dominantly as Owain sat helpless, watching as the king made out with his husband. Cenric watched the lion out the corner of his eye, a smug sense of pride welling up inside him as he saw the pathetic look on Owain's face.

"Mrrph... Mm!" Gwyn kept moaning, going limp as Cenric's tongue invaded his mouth and violated him. Cenric could feel his own cock throbbing hard inside his undergarments, leaking pre inside them and leaving a small damp patch where his tip rested. He suddenly gripped the fox's wrist and placed his hand on his crotch, making him gasp in surprise as he felt the king's erect cock. Cenric made sure he kept his hand there so he could get a good, long feel of his hard bulge.

"S-stop!" Owain growled, "You... You bastard...!" Cenric ignored him. Any other time and he'd have him locked in the dungeons for talking to him like that, but not now. Having him watch while he had his way with Gwyn was punishment enough. Cenric broke the kiss and whispered into the fox's black-tipped ear.

"Feels big, doesn't it?" he breathed.

"Oh gods... Sire, not in front of..." he left the sentence hanging. Cenric had loosened his grip on Gwyn's hand, but the fox didn't move it. He kept it on the bigger male's crotch, blushing with embarrassment as he caught himself admiring just how big it felt.

"I'm sure he doesn't mind." Cenric said, looking over at Owain, "Do you, kitty." Owain just growled in reply, "See? He's more than happy to watch. Now come here, boy." Cenric pulled Gwyn over to his bed, lying down on it, his cloak pulled back to reveal his body and the hard tent in he was sporting. He gestured for Gwyn to join him and the fox obeyed, climbing onto the bed and crawling over the bigger male, his breathing heavy and ragged with nervousness as Cenric pulled him close and started kissing him again. Gwyn could feel his hardness pressing against his body through his clothes as Cenric's tongue explored his mouth, the king pushing it deep inside him, holding him close and tight, his hands exploring the fox's back. Gwyn gave out a soft squeak of surprise when he felt his strong hands grabbing at his rump, giving his behind a good squeeze. Cenric gave an approving purr and slipped his hands inside the fox's cloth pants.

"Ohh! S-Sire...!" Gwyn gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment only to have Cenric force his tongue inside his mouth again. Owain suddenly spoke up.

"Let go of him!" he yelled, "H-he's mine! Get off him you pervert!" Cenric broke the kiss and looked over at Owain with an amused look on his face.

"Yours?" he asked, "I am the king, kitty. Everything in this kingdom is my property." he slapped his hand down on Gwyn's ass and grabbed it hard, making the fox moan and whimper in his grasp, "And that includes your husband's ass."

"Bastard..." Owain said under his breath. Cenric gave Gwyn's ass a few more squeezes, his finger running slowly across his hole and making the fox gasp at his touch.

"Mm, enough foreplay." Cenric said.

He suddenly grabbed Gwyn's shirt and tore it for his body, tearing the weak fabric to shreds with his strong hands before pushing the smaller male onto his back and pulling off his trousers, tugging them off his body and throwing them to the floor nearby.

"Mmmrrrr!" Cenric purred as he laid eyes on Gwyn's soft, naked body. He pounced on him and lay on top of him, pinning him to the bed and reaching down to stroke at his naked crotch.

"Ohh! Oh, Sire...! Be... Be gentle..." Gwyn moaned.

"Heh, I don't do gentle, boy." Cenric said, giving the fox's furry sheath a teasing squeeze. Gwyn groaned and squirmed under him, moaning as the big tiger king groped and molested him. Soon enough Cenric felt Gwyn's length starting to harden and rub against his hand. With another approving purr, Cenric ran a finger down his shaft, tickling and stroking it. Gwyn whimpered submissively, going limp underneath him.

"Sire..."

"Heh, you like that?" Cenric smirked. Gwyn hesitated, still aware of his husband's disapproving stare.

"I do..." he finally said.

"Mrrr, say it."

"I like it, Sire." Gwyn whimpered.

"Mm, good boy." Cenric gave his shaft a squeeze before letting go and lying on his back, spreading his legs and presenting himself to Gwyn, "Undress me." he ordered. Gwyn nodded and knelt down between his king's legs, taking his undergarments in his hands and pulling them off his body, his eyes widening as Cenric's erect cock sprang to attention.

"Oh... My..." he gulped, admiring his size.

"Impressed, boy?" Cenric asked. Gwyn just nodded in reply, staring at it in admiration. Cenric's cock was easily nine inches big, although with Gwyn wouldn't know that with his lack of education, and more than a bit thick. Gwyn found himself licking his lips as he gazed at it. Cenric reached down and took the base of his shaft in his hand, stroking it slowly and kicking his undergarments off the bed, "Big, isn't it?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, my liege." Gwyn said, "I-it's very big..."

"Bigger than him?" Cenric nodded to Owain. Gwyn hesitated, "Hey! I asked you a question!"

"It... It is..." Gwyn said, "It's a lot bigger..." Owain's heart sank when he heard that. The humiliation just wouldn't stop. Seeing his king take his lover who was just submitting to him like this and now hearing Gwyn say how bigger he was...

"Mrrr, I bet it is." Cenric said, "Why don't you get a closer look at it?" a wide, lecherous grin spread across his face. Gwyn was hesitant and nervous, but he leaned forward as Cenric wanted until he muzzle was inches away from his throbbing length, "Lick." Cenric ordered.

"Gwyn!" Owain called out to the fox, "Don't do it!" his pleading fell on deaf ears as Gwyn opened his mouth and gave Cenric's big, fat tiger cock a slow lick, the musky taste of his member filling his mouth.

"That's a good fox. Lick my cock, boy." Cenric said, placing a hand on the back of Gwyn's head and spreading his legs wider, making sure he had plenty of access to his crotch. He gave a content sigh as he lay back, cloak open as Gwyn ran his tongue slowly up and down his cock, slathering it in his cum, enjoying the taste and happy to pleasure his ruler. He worked his tongue up the shaft, soon reaching Cenric's sensitive tip and making him moan as he licked over it, the salty taste of his pre filling his maw. His own cock was now fully hard, throbbing between his legs, and it didn't go unnoticed by Owain. He could see how his erect vulpine dick twitched and pulsed between his legs, begging for attention while Gwyn pleasured the king. He couldn't believe Gwyn would be so quick to submit. He tried to tell himself it was out of fear of being punished, but he knew that wasn't the case. He just couldn't resist that huge cock of Cenric's, which he was painfully aware was much bigger than his own length. Gwyn wasn't lying about that. It was easily twice the size of his own manhood.

Gwyn was unable to hold himself back and opened his mouth wide before taking the aching tip of Cenric's inside him.

"Ohh!" Cenric gasped, "Ohh, that's good! Start sucking, boy!"

"Mm!" Gwyn moaned in reply and did as he was told. He pushed himself down on Cenric's cock, sucking and licking it as he went and gagging slightly as the tiger pushed upwards and humped into his face. Cenric turned to look at Owain who couldn't tear his eyes away from the show in front of him.

"Your boy here's hungry for cock, lion!" he laughed, "Mm, I guess he can't resist a real man's cock, eh? Look at the little slut go." Gwyn bobbed his head up and down Cenric's dick, loving the taste, his maw filled with his pre. Owain just watched; it was all he could do. He watched while the fox sucked obediently on Cenric's manhood, moaning and groaning around the thick shaft while he took it all down his throat. He caressed Cenric's shaft and balls as he sucked on him, getting an approving moan from the tiger who couldn't resist taunting Owain some more, "You've taught him well. He suck your dick a lot, kitty?" Owain stuttered slightly before speaking up.

"Y...Yeah..." he said.

"Yeah? You don't sound too sure." Cenric said, "Go on. Tell your king the truth."

"He..." Owain gulped nervously, a strange feeling building up inside him. He felt... dirty, watching like this. And, to his own shock, he found himself becoming aroused by the sight of his fox sucking off another man.

"Well?" Cenric spoke up, "Tell me the truth."

"H-he... He doesn't..." Owain said, "He doesn't do this with me..."

"He doesn't suck your dick?"

"No..."

"Heh, then I guess the boy's just a natural cocksucker." Cenric chuckled, "That, or he's sucked a lot more dick than you think." Owain just whimpered at that, imagining all the other men Gwyn could have sucked off, "Maybe your dick's too small to warrant sucking." Cenric continued his humiliation, "Maybe your little fox here wanted a real dick to suck." Owain remained silent; he had nothing to say. Cenric turned his attention back to Gwyn and gripped his fur tight, mobing him up and down his shaft as he humped into him, pumping away at his face and dripping copious amounts of pre inside him which he eagerly and hungrily swallowed. Owain watched as Gwyn reached down with one hand while the other worked the base of Cenric's shaft and started stroking himself, his hand soon working furiously up and down his aching foxhood.

Owain had never seen him act like this. The way he hungrily took that cock down his throat as if he were some horny slut, the way he moaned and whimpered for the king while he serviced him... Gwyn had always been so reserved in bed; taking Owain's cock up his ass, but not much else. It was as if he were a completely different person, and he couldn't tear his eyes away from him. He gave a soft whimper as he felt himself starting to harden despite himself and tried to will it down to no avail. His cock kept growing harder defiantly and there was nothing he could do about it. Cenric couldn't help but notice.

"Haha! Oh, I was expecting you to get hard eventually, but not this quickly!" Cenric roared with laughter, "Look at him, fox! Look at your husband!" Gwyn looked over at Owain, cock still in his mouth, "Look how hard he is, watching you suck another man's cock! Heh, isn't he just the most pathetic sight you ever saw?"

"Mmm..." Gwyn groaned, his and Owain's eyes meeting for a moment before the lion looked away, too ashamed to look at him.

"Hey! Look at us, boy!" Cenric ordered. Owain did so, reluctantly, looking over to where his lover was still working up and down the tiger's cock, "I want you to watch while your husband sucks my cock!" he grunted, bucking his hips upwards and shoving his whole length down Gwyn's throat. The fox took it all, only slightly gagging as he was made to take the big, fat length inside him. Cenric could feel his balls tighten, his body tensing as Gwyn expertly sucked him off, his tongue paying special attention to his tip and cleaning it of pre as the stuff dripped from Cenric's length. Cenric humping picked up speed and his breathing became heavier until Gwyn finally felt the first drops of cum splatter across his tongue. He sucked it harder, eager to get the king's load inside his mouth and Cenric gave a loud roar of pleasure as he came, pumping his seed inside Gwyn's mouth and down his throat. Owain could see the stuff dripping out the side of the fox's mouth and whimpered in dismay. Gwyn swallowed as much of the stuff as he could, savouring the taste as he did so until he felt Cenric's orgasm slow to a stop. He pulled the cock from his mouth and started licking at it, hungrily cleaning the tiger's dick of his cum.

"Mm! So good!" Gwyn moaned, "Sire your cum tastes amazing!"

"Heh, that right? You like the taste, boy?" Cenric said with a proud, stuck-up smirk.

"Yes, Sire! I love it!" he kept licking at his cock, making the tiger shiver and gasp as he stimulated his oversensitive cockhead.

"Mmm! Good boy!" Cenric purred, "Why don't you give the small cocked kitty over there a taste, hm?" Owain gave a curious look as Gwyn climbed off the bed, his hard fox cock standing erect between his legs as he approached the bound lion.

"Gwyn..." Owain whimpered and groaned in surprise when Gwyn shoved his tongue inside his mouth. He could taste Cenric's cum on his lover's tongue and could feel Gwyn push some of the sticky stuff that remained in his mouth inside Owain's maw. Gwyn kissed him deeply, making Owain moan as the taste of Cenric's seed filled his mouth. He instinctively swallowed the stuff, whimpering and groaning in submission as Gwyn swirled his tongue around his maw before slowly breaking the kiss. He took a second to look down at Owain's length, still throbbing hard between his brown-furred legs. He took it in his hands and got a sudden gasp from Owain as he stroked it.

"Mm... So much smaller." the fox breathed into his ear before removing his hand and starting to head over to where his king awaited him.

"Wait..." Owain said, "P-please... Don't stop..."

"Oh? You want more, kitty?" Cenric asked.

"Y-yes... Please... " Owain whimpered. "S-stroke me... Please...?" Cenric chuckled and swung his legs out of bed before standing next to Gwyn, both of them looking down at the pathetic lion.

"How bad do you need it?" he asked.

"So bad!" Owain whimpered, "I need it so bad! Please!" he spread his legs wide, presenting his pre-dripping five incher to the two males.

"Hm..." Cenric made a thoughtful noise and paused for a moment, drawing out his decision and enjoying how Owain squirmed and wriggled in his chair, "You're a pathetic excuse for a man... Aren't you?"

"Y-yes, Sire! I'm pathetic!" Owain whimpered.

"Who's the real man, here?" Cenric smirked.

"You are! You are, my liege! You're the real man!"

"And whose property is this?" he brought his hand down hard on Gwyn's ass, getting a squeak from the smaller male as he squeezed it. Owain hesitated at that, "Well?! Whose property is this, boy?!"

"Yours!" Owain cried out, "It's your property! All of it!"

"Mine to fuck, isn't it?"

"Yes! H-his ass is yours to fuck!"

"That's a good kitty." Cenric smirked and gave Gwyn's ass another slap, "Go on, boy. Jerk him off. But just jerk him off. Your holes are mine to use."

"Yes, Sire." Gwyn nodded obediently and returned to Owain's side.

"Thank you..." Owain said, his voice barely more than a whimper.

Gwyn reached down and took his husband's cock in his hand, making him moan and wriggle as he started to stroke him. He leaned forward and whispered into Owain's ear.

"King Cenric is so much bigger." he said, "I sucked him off because he deserved having something that big sucked. Not like you." Owain gave a whimpering moan as the fox humiliated him, working his hand up and down his cock with increasing speed, "And you enjoyed watching it, didn't you?"

"Y...Yes..." Owain answered.

"Heh, filthy bitch." Gwyn said. He continued stroking him and his hand was soon covered in his pre.

"Mm! Mmm, oh Gwyn!" Owain gasped and humped into Gwyn's hand, tilting his head back as his tongue lolled out his mouth, "More! Please, more!" Gwyn did as he begged and gripped his cock tighter, stroking it faster. Owain was so close and Gwyn could feel it. He was going to blow his load any second.

"That's enough!" Cenric snapped his fingers and Gwyn gave him a curious look, his stroking coming to a stop. Owain whimpered and looked up at the two.

"H-huh?" he squeaked.

"You don't get to cum yet, boy." Cenric said with a wicked, evil smirk on his face.

"B-but Sire...!" Owain gasped.

"Silence, boy." Cenric growled before addressing Gwyn, "Come back here, fox. But before you do... Untie our little friend there."

"Um, yes, Sire." Gwyn did as he was told and started untying the ropes around Owain's wrists. He immediately gripped his cock once one of his hands was free.

"Hey!" Cenric boomed, the aggression in his voice making Owain freeze up, "Hand of your cock! I didn't say you could play with yourself." Owain whimpered and took his hand away from his pre-covered length. Gwyn eventually got his other hand free and returned to Cenric's side, the tiger looking down at him as he approached.

"On the bed." he ordered, "Ass up."

"Yes, my liege." Gwyn said. He climbed onto the bed as ordered, sticking his ass up and raising his tail, presenting his tight fox hole to him.

"And you." Cenric turned to Owain, "Come here." Owain slowly got to his feet and approached.

"Sire...?" he said.

"You get on the bed too." Cenric ordered. Owain did so and was about to take his place behind Gwyn, but found the position quickly taken by the king who glared down at him, "Did you think I was going to let you fuck him? How hopeful of you. The days of you being allowed to use this fox are long gone, kitty. Now get your head down there." Owain gave a surprised squeak as Cenric grabbed him by the mane and pulled him down so that his face was level with Gwyn's ass and Cenric's cock, "I want you to watch this." the king started to push forward and Owain watched as he slowly penetrated Gwyn's body.

"Ohh! Sire!" the fox cried out with pleasure, burying his head in the bedsheets as the well-endowed tiger pushed himself inside his passage. Owain licked his lips as he watched, his cock throbbing, begging to be the one to penetrate the fox.

"Kiss it." Cenric ordered, gripping Owain by the mane and pulling him closer to his cock. Owain didn't protest at all and instead leaned forward, puckering his lips and kissing the huge cock that was still being shoved inside his husband's ass, "Good boy. Keep kissing it. Give it a few licks too. Come on, kitty, hurry it up." Owain obeyed. He kissed up and down Cenric's fat tiger cock and let his tongue run over it. He could taste the cum on his length from when he'd cum down Gwyn's throat. He kept going like that as Cenric pushed inch after inch inside of the slutty fox ass; licking and kissing it while he watched it being pushed deeper and deeper inside Gwyn, making the vulpine moan loudly.

"Mm! Sire! Give me more, please! Slut needs more!" Gwyn whimpered submissively.

"Heh, he ever act like this with you, boy?" Cenric addressed Owain who shook his head.

"N-no, Sir..."

"I didn't think so. You're not man enough to satisfy him." Cenric gave a powerful thrust of his hips as he spoke, burying several more inches of his manhood inside Gwyn's passage and making him cry out, "Now that's enough kissing, boy!" he pulled Owain away from his cock, "I need some space if I'm going to fuck this whore's ass." Owain sat there on all fours, watching as Cenric shoved the last of his cock inside Gwyn's ass. He reached down and gripped the fox tight, pulling him close and making sure every single bit of his dick was inside him.

"Fuck me..." Gwyn moaned, "Fuck me hard, please, Sir..." Owain's ears twitched as he heard his moaning. He'd never heard him talk like this before. Gwyn never been so slutty and dirty mouthed with him.

Cenric started to fuck him, hard. He slid all but the tip of his cock from the fox's eager body before slamming it in deep, hilting inside him and making the slut cry out.

"Ohh! Yes! That's so good, my liege!" he pushed back, his ass clenching down on Cenric's length like a vice as the tiger started pounding away at him, grunting and gasping as he went to town on his ass. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room and it became increasingly hard for Owain to resist touching himself.

"Sire...?" he whimpered.

"Nghh... What is it, boy?" Cenric grunted, still pounding away ruthlessly.

"C-can I... I-I mean, I need to..."

"Speak up!" Cenric growled, slamming his cock deep inside Gwyn's ass.

"Can I... play with myself...?" Owain looked up at him with pathetic, needy eyes.

"Ha! You need to jerk off, boy?" Cenric laughed cruelly.

"Yes, Sir, please..." Owain whimpered.

"Mrrrr... I'll think about it." Cenric answered.

"Please, Sir!" Owain begged, "I need to jerk off so bad!"

"I said I'll think about it!" Cenric raised his voice and shot him a harsh glare which quietened the lion immediately, "Now keep watching! You're lucky I allowed you the honour of watching me fuck your boy here. I could have just sent you away, you know."

"Yes, Sir... Thank you, Sir." Owain said. He felt so ashamed and disgraced. He was so pathetic. Here he was, begging for the privilege to play with himself and thanking Cenric for letting him watch as he fucked his own husband.

"Mm! Sire, I..." Gwyn moaned.

"What is it, slut?"

"I'm... so close...!" the fox gripped at the bedsheets, his toes curling as his cock twitched and throbbed. He felt Cenric's cock slam against his prostate, sending waves of overwhelming pleasure though his whole body. He wasn't going to last long. He could feel his orgasm building up; he was going to blow any second.

"Mrr, cum for me, slut!" the tiger growled. Gwyn tensed up and Cenric could feel the muscles in his ass clenching, one more thrust finally sending the vulpine over the edge as he moaned loudly into the bed covers, his cock twitching and pulsing and shooting a thick load of his cum across the sheets. Owain watched in awe. He certainly was never able to make him cum hands free before. Cenric purred and kept fucking him hard and rough, gasping with pleasure. He turned his attention to Owain suddenly.

"Play with yourself!" he ordered.

"Huh?"

"You heard me! Play with yourself!" Owain's hand was on his cock in an instant and he began stroking himself, his hand a blur as he worked it up and down his shaft, closing his eyes as he pushed himself towards his delayed climax, "Open your eyes!" Cenric ordered, "I want you to watch me fuck this slut while you cum!" Owain opened them as he was told to and watched, working his shaft while he gazed at the huge member being worked in and out of Gwyn's hole.

"Mm! Nghh...!" Owain groaned and grunted, unable to keep his orgasm at bay for long. He blew his load seconds later, shooting several hot ropes of cum across the king's bed, still stroking himself and pumping more of the stuff out of his aching cock.

His orgasm soon subsiding, he collapsed on the bed, panting with exhaustion.

"Awr, the kitty's all tired out." Cenric chuckled.

"Thank... Thank you, Sire..." Owain breathed. Cenric didn't answer and just kept his attention on Gwyn's ass which he was still mercilessly fucking. Every thrust of his hips got a loud moan and gasp from the fox, his tempo increasing until he reached a fever pitch, the whole bed shaking in time with his thrusts. Gwyn eagerly awaited his king's load, still clenching down on his cock and pushing back as he pushed forward. He didn't have to wait long. Moments later and Cenric was blowing his load deep inside Gwyn's body, filling him with the stuff and coating the walls of his passage with the stuff. Gwyn could feel his seed filling him and cried out with pleasure.

"Ohh, yes! Fill me up, Sire!" he moaned, closing his eyes and tilting his head upwards while his king filled his ass with his cum. Cenric pulled out with a grunt, his cock dripping with cum, his seed spilling from the used fox's ass. Cenric lay back in his bed with a sigh, his cock starting to soften. Gwyn collapsed, panting, recovering his energy after such a good, hard fucking.

"You're a good fuck, boy." he said.

"Th-Thank you, Sire." Gwyn panted.

"Hm, now what are we going to do with you?" Cenric looked down at Owain, "Guard!" the door opened and one of the guards stationed in front of his chambers stepped.

"Sire." he stood to attention.

"Take this bitch somewhere to get cleaned up." he nodded at Owain, "Put him up in one of the guest chambers for now."

"Yes, Sire." the guard nodded. Owain looked up at the king, curious and unsure.

"Go on, boy!" Cenric growled, "I'll call you if I want you! I might even let you watch if I decide to fuck your boy here again." he gave a quick chuckle.

"U-um, yes, Sir... Thank you, Sir." Owain climbed out of the bed and looked at his clothes which had been left in a pile nearby, "C...Can I get dressed?"

"Did I mention you could get dressed?" Cenric glared at him, "Get going already! Forget your clothes and leave us!" Owain yipped as the tiger raised his voice and did as he was told, following the guard out of the room and leaving his clothes on the floor. Cenric turned his attention to Gwyn and placed a hand on his ass which was still dripping with his cum.

"You'll make a good addition to my whores." the tiger said, "Would you believe you're the first fox I've decided to keep?"

"Mrrr, I'm flattered, Sire." Gwyn said.

"Heh, so you should be." Cenric smirked. The two lay there for a while, the fox covered in cum and the tiger relaxing as his cock returned to his sheath. Cenric was feeling proud of himself. He'd gained a new whore that day and put that defiant lion in his rightful place. Today was a good day for King Cenric, and as he rested there with the slutty fox lying nearby, he started to reflect on just how good it was to be king.

THE END

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