Master and Slave
(N.B. This short little...movement, is part of a much larger story. The details don't matter here, nor do names. The only thing you need to know is that Khalas is straight. Which is bad considering this is a gay story. So, yea... time to go.)
"It gets very hot in the summer, Khalas. You would know about that, wouldn't you?"
The hyena merely stood there, not knowing the point of such a question. He nodded slightly and kept watching the large jackal who sat in the stone chair in front of him. The entire room was of smooth monumental alabaster, and the light stonework reminded Khalas of his own kingdom. It was so hard to believe that he had been away from there for so many months.
"Do you know what people do when it gets too hot?" asked Marcus as he leaned back in his chair.
"They jump in a lake, sir." Khalas answered bitterly.
"Yes. They do that. But sometimes they do other things. sometimes our natural clothing is just enough. Don't you agree?"
The hyena didn't know what to say. So he kept looking at Marcus as if the question was rhetorical.
"Sometimes one just takes off his clothes and lays lazily about his home," the jackal continued.
"Where is this going, sir?" asked Khalas. "I'm sure you didn't buy me to talk about the weather. And to be honest, this isn't hot at all. In Alfarad this is practically winter."
Marcus lifted an eyebrow. And took a small drink from the cup next to him. He sat it down gently and then looked back up at Khalas.
"When I bought you, your previous master, Julius, told me that you claimed to be the king of your country. He also said that you were betrayed by your uncle and framed for your father's murder, forcing you to flee the country."
Khalas only replied with a expressionless stare.
"After that, he told me that when he bought you in the market, you were with a female. When he came around to buy you, you begged on your knees not to separate you two. He said you were on your knees and were nearly crying. This person must mean much to you."
The stare persisted.
"What would you give to see her again? I doubt there's anything you wouldn't do. I doubt the gods themselves could come up with some task you would not suffer through in order to see her face again. Am I right? Now answer me this time."
Khalas' stare faded away, and his face softened under his thoughts for Rhea. He bit his lip.
"She means everything to me. Even more than the throne of Alfarad."
Marcus had found it. Every animal that every existed had something he would do anything for. For weaker men, it was money, or sex, or even freedom. It was the greater men that would do anything not for themselves, but for another person. But there was always time to test scruples.
"My, my, my," Marcus said as he looked out into space. "Things really have gotten hotter today. I think it's the humidity, personally."
"What do you want with me? Why are you talking about Rhea?"
"I know what kind of animal you are, Khalas. You're the kind of person that doesn't give a damn when you're struck, but if someone were to injure a person that you care about..."
He took another drink in mid-sentence, but did not finish the thought. Khalas knew what he was talking about anyway.
"Undress me, Khalas."
Khalas furrowed his brow in confusion at the command. He looked down at Marcus' gilded skirt and back up at his face. He expected to see the jackal smiling, but the male had the expression of the utmost seriousness.
"Undress you?" Khalas asked, making sure that he heard the strange request.
"Undress me. You'll do everything I want, or else you won't ever see her again."
"You wouldn't dare touch her," Khalas said through clenched teeth and balled fists.
"I would, Khalas. I would buy her like a common whore, and I would force you watch me rape her. I would make her sleep in my bed and have her whenever I wanted. The things I have the power to do, Khalas, are extraordinary."
Khalas was visibly angered by the mere thought. His teeth showed in his muzzle and he was tensing up. Imagining the thought of Rhea mating with this male was revolting even in theory. Such a thing would never happen.
"Do what I tell you, boy. Grin and bear it, for her sake," Marcus said.
Khalas was hesitant, but saw that he had no choice. He knelt down in front of the jackal and removed his red gilded skirt form his waist. Marcus took off his vest and cast it aside as Khalas undid the undergarment and pulled it away, leaving his master naked in the chair, aroused by erotic thoughts.
He looked down at Khalas.
"Take off your clothes," he said.
Khalas didn't like where this was going, but obeyed. He undid his skirt and it fell to the ground around his ankles. Marcus stood up, apparently becoming aroused by Khalas, and grabbed Khalas' shoulders and held him against the wall. Khalas looked into his eyes and then down at his genitals. It was fully erect now, and Khalas' was becoming so as well, though he tried to resist. Marcus licked him in the face and rubbed his nose on Khalas'. Khalas tried not to think about the things that the jackal was doing to him, kissing him like some lovestruck young boy. Then he pushed Khalas down on his knees in front of him.
"Now get to work, Khalas. You said you'd do anything I told you. Get to work. And I want it to feel great, Khalas. Don't disappoint me."
Marcus put a hand on the wall over Khalas' head and looked at the hyena. The jackal's member was pulsating with excitement.
"Come on, Khalas," he said. "I'm sure that whatever I don't get from this I shall take from Rhea."
He grabbed the hyena's head and pulled it towards his erection, and Khalas had no choice but to comply. His mouth enveloped it and he moved his gums and teeth around it. It had a unique flavor to it, one that was both good and bad. Marcus started to make pleasured noises, and he kept his hand on Khalas' head.
"Good, Khalas. Good. Harder. Harder." the jackal said, his grip on Khalas head becoming tighter.
Khalas sped up with his motions and sucked on it harder, until Marcus' legs tightened and he shook lightly, as he ejaculated into Khalas' mouth. It was a revolting thing to the hyena, to feel the semen shoot into his mouth, to feel the warm liquid smash like a wave on the back of his mouth. He moved his head back and spat it out disgusted, trying in vain to remove every last particle of Marcus' pleasure form himself. Marcus knelt down before him and told him to turn around. Khalas did so, knowing that he really had no choice but to comply with this jackal's wishes, and Marcus forced him to all fours. Then he mounted the hyena and started to push into Khalas' rear. It hurt at times, but Khalas winced and bore it. All of his stature and skill meant nothing now. He simply had to take it for his love's sake. Marcus took one of his hands and put it around Khalas' erection and started to stroke it up and down. Khalas felt pleasure as well and closed his eyes and thought of Rhea. It took his mind of of things for a moment, but the feeling of Marcus inside him made it difficult.
Khalas imagined they were Rhea's hands around him, pleasuring him. That was the only way he could go on like this, reduced to a sex thing by this sex starved animal. He thought of Rhea as hard as he could, and felt a tear start to swell from his shut eyelids. He felt the jackal ejaculate inside of him again and it lubricated Khalas, allowing Marcus' motions to act quicker. Already Khalas himself started to feel pleasured enough to finally come, and though it felt marvelous, he despised the feeling that Marcus had given him. He spewed it over the floor while Marcus' warm hand still clenched the hyena.
"Nice, Khalas. That feels good, doesn't it? It feels so good..."
Khalas put his hands on the wall to support the jackal's weight on him, his penis still furiously at work. Khalas felt the semen flow down his legs and start to pool on the floor. Jackals were known for their large ejaculations, and Khalas tried no to think about what was going on behind him.
Marcus started to lick Khalas' face and neck again, his bigger body pulsating violently over Khalas'. He started to masturbate Khalas even more, and Khalas groaned in pleasure himself. Soon he had ejaculated again on the floor, and Marcus started rubbing the base of his chest and putting his hands around Khalas' penis.
"Please...stop..." Khalas found himself nearly crying, "Just please, stop...I can't take it. It hurts..."
"Shhh! Be quiet, boy. I'm not done yet. Not done at all. No...sit there and take it."
Tears started to come from Khalas' eyes from the pain. He imagined that he was bleeding, though the warm liquid that was flowing down his rear was not blood at all. He thought of Rhea, and what he would feel if she knew about him right now. What would she think if she saw him here, his pride trampled upon and his body subjugated to the lusts of another male. The jackal was persistent in his humping. He pleasurable shaking did not cease. He kept himself over Khalas. His entire rear was covered in his semen. Marcus would take it out just moments before, and when he did come, it sprayed all over Khalas. Then he would stick it inside again and resume. The sounds that the jackal made caused Khalas to feel sick. He groaned and almost laughed, but the whole time he was speaking to himself. At times he would talk into Khalas' ears.
"That's good. You're really tight, hyena, really tight."
"Feels like my wife did on the wedding night..."
"Good, that's good, boy. Take it..."
Khalas could not hold back the tears. He closed his eyes as the jackal had his way with him, afraid to protest. But at length he finally said his mind.
"Please, sir. Please! I can't take it," Khalas said aloud, the pain in his voice clearly evident.
All of a sudden the humping stopped, and the jackal left his penis inside of him. He slowly pulled out and ejaculated for one last time all over Khalas' back. The jackal stood up and pulled Khalas up, still facing away but standing behind him. Marcus put his hands over the hyena's erection. He started to masturbate him again as Khalas sighed with ecstasy, though reluctantly. Marcus sped up and was moving his hand furiously as Khalas grabbed the jackal's sides.
"Come on, Khalas. Time to come, let's go, you know you like it!"
Khalas could not resist the pleasure. He squirted out over the wall in front of him and sighed. Marcus let go and Khalas back up against the wall and fell to his knees. He was panting hard, his heart beating incredibly fast. Marcus sat down on the floor and kept masturbating himself gently, gaining a little last stretch of pleasure. Khalas didn't notice, but he finally ejaculated for one last time as he sat. The jackal stood up and sat back down in his chair and called for Khalas to come over to him.
"No...please...I can't take it..."
"You Will, Khalas. You will."
So he stood up and walked over to the jackal who was sitting down in the chair.
"Come here. In front of me."
Khalas did so, and Marcus put his hand on his penis and started to massage it, but then put his mouth around him and started to perform oral sex on Khalas. It felt incredible. The feeling of his tongue and mouth were warm and tight. Khalas could barely stand it, and he shuddered inside the jackal's mouth. He continued to suck on Khalas softly, until a few minutes, later, opened his mouth and sat back down.
"Did you like that, Khalas?"
"Yes...yessir..." he replied, not wanting to get on the jackal's bad side.
"Good. Put your clothes back on if you want. I am through with you for now."
"For...now?" asked the hyena, eyes wide open.
Marcus ignored him, and he only sat there on the stone chair, naked and tired.
Khalas, his heart still racing from the ordeal he had been through, reached back down and picked up the white skirt form the ground. He folded it over himself and tied it tightly. Marcus watched him as he put the clothing back on, and then gave him a serious look. He raised an eyebrow and lifted a finger.
"Now, Khalas," he said. "This never happened."
Khalas nodded in understanding, and turned to finally leave the room. He was still tired and his rear still hurt from Marcus' humping. As he rounded the corner, he finally stooped over against a wall and stood there for a few minutes, not wanting to take any more steps than he had to. He hurt in many places. His thighs ached, his tail was sore from Marcus' pulling, his feet were in pain, but it was his sphincter that pained him the most. Every step was agony, and even standing still the pain persisted.
Khalas walked away from the room and down the stone corridor, limping. And when anyone he passed asked him why he did so, he would just tell them it was nothing and move on.