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It was late in the evening and the hall was full of noise and people. Splendidly-dressed beastfolk and humans were lounging on comfortable couches arranged in a semicircle around an empty stage, and waited for the show to start. The gentlemen conversed gaily with each other while servant boys brought them food and wine but some were already growing impatient.

"When is the auction going to start?" a lion asked as a scantily-clothed cat filled his cup with another drink.

"Very soon m'lord, I believe the master is about to make an announcement," the servant replied.

In a small room at the back, a young male was shifting on his feet nervously. The gnoll was tall and stoutly built, with a strong canine muzzle, a long dark mane that ran down his back and a reddish-brown coat of coarse fur marked with black blotches and stripes. His muscular frame, hardened by a life spent in the wild open spaces of the desert, made a stark contrast to the soft bodies of the civilized men in the main room, but despite this it was he who felt anxious. He almost jumped when the owner of the place, a robed cheetah with gold earrings and bejewelled fingers, made his entrance from behind a curtain.

"Garrik! You look wonderful tonight, are you ready?"

"Yes," the gnoll replied, "But what about my gold?"

"You will get your cut when the auction is over. But before you start, we need a final touch."

The cheetah clapped his hands and a fox entered the room, carrying an earthen jar in his arms. The servant kneeled in front of Garrik and unfastened the loincloth that circled the gnoll's hips, revealing a big meaty sheath adorned with a pair of heavy balls the size of ripe oranges. The fox momentarily froze, as if awed by the sight of a malehood that dwarfed his own, but an annoyed 'ahem' from behind made him come back to his senses. He plunged his arms into the jar and came up with two handfuls of a greasy ointment. With a coy look towards the gnoll he took his left testicle in his hands and started carefully rubbing it.

Garrik breathed deeply and looked at the ceiling, trying not to get arousal get the best of him as the small fox lathered his sack from the tip of his balls to the point where his scrotum joined his body, stretching and massaging his skin between his fingers. The gnoll had abstained from any sort of sex for weeks in order to appear more virile and his balls were full to bursting, the black leathery pouch taut over his testicles. He felt a tickle when the fox used his soft little tongue to lap up the excess grease from his scrotum but thankfully the cheetah pushed him aside after a few seconds.

"That's enough," the cat said as he bent over to inspect the work, "Yes, very good, they shine like well-polished boots."

"Listen well," he added as he rose to his feet, "Now is your last chance to change your mind and walk away. If you cross that curtain there will be no coming back, do you understand?"

Garrik nodded surly. Coming back with his balls intact to his tribe was not an option, and neither was not returning at all. The gnoll shuddered at the thought of having to live alone, outside of family and tribe. He gave his shiny orbs a sad tug. He would lose them for a good cause, but his malehood had always filled him with a sense of pride. He was bigger than any of the alphas, and he could not help feeling that they had chosen him to cull the competition.

Garrik shook his head and chastised himself for such selfish thoughts. His elders were wise, and knew what was good for him. He had been caught sniffing the rear ends of other warriors more than once, and that had always gotten him into trouble, but he could not help his strong libido. The celibate lifestyle of a low-ranking male suited him poorly, and he knew that getting the snip would help with that tremendously, not to mention that the gold would support his kin.

Garrik nodded, clasped his palm around his fist, and shook them. He was ready.

The gnoll was ushered in and guided to the stage, where he was displayed to the approving murmur of the buyers. He was instructed to lift his arms and turn around slowly, so that everyone got a good look of his body, his wide chest, round buttocks, muscular thighs, and of course the low hanging malehood.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a price individual on sale tonight, a fierce gnoll warrior, a victorious brute of a hundred battles!" The announcer lowered his voice "Both on battlefield and in bed, if you know what I mean."

The audience seemed to, based on the whistles and jeers they showered Garrik with.

"What a rush emasculating such a beast must be! Doesn't it make your hands itch? The bidding starts at five hundred gold!"

"Six hundred!" a voice shouted, "Seven hundred!" another replied enthusiastically. Soon the room was filled with a cacophony of laughter and competing bids. Garrik stood awkwardly on the stage, unsure of how to behave. The haughty noblemen and women looked nothing like the ragged chieftains of his tribe, and their fur and clothes were decorated with more jewels than he thought existed in the entire world. Standing in front of them as naked as the day he was born made him feel shy and insignificant.

"Psssshhh, sell yourself!" the cheetah hissed from the sidelines.

Garrik snapped out of his paralysis. It was his job to extract as much money as possible from these foppish aristocrats. He cracked a wide smile and tiptoed around the stage, alternatively flexing his muscles, wagging his little tail above his buttocks and lifting his leg to his chest to offer the buyers a tantalizing view of his package.

His little show did not leave the audience indifferent, and some of the spectators started moving their hands to their crotches. The first to do so were the people in the more dimly lit parts of the room, but soon the other men and women lost their inhibitions and several began to touch themselves openly, their leering eyes fixed on the nude gnoll on the stage.

After a few minutes the crowd of bidders dwindled to two finalists, a royal-looking lion with a fiery red mane and a snow leopard couple, male and female. The male leopard looked like a foreign dignitary and was dressed in rich furs despite the heat while his lady wore a resplendent silk dress embroidered with silver thread and a collar of sapphires that matched her piercing blue eyes. The lion had removed most of his clothing, and with one hand he held a crystal goblet filled with wine while the other clutched one of the cat servants against his powerful breast.

"Two thousand," the lion roared before quaffing the cup of ruby-colored liquid like milk.

"Two thousand five hundred," the leopard replied without a blink.

"Three thousand," the lion shot back disdainfully as he kissed the servant. He had untied the loincloth that was all the cat was wearing and his clawed fingers were toying distractedly with the smaller male's sheath.

The lord and lady leopard gazed at each other with a mock "is-this-reasonable?" look before giggling. The lady rose to her elbow and shouted with a crystalline voice.

"Six thousand!"

There was a stunned silence in the hall before thunderous applause rang out. The lion stood aghast with his mouth hanging open for a second and then with the roar of a spoiled child he shoved aside the hapless cat and threw his cup to the floor where it shattered into a thousand fragments. The leopard kissed his lady and rose from his couch to speak.

"Thank you friends, and now here is my consolation prize to all of you: For your enjoyment this gnoll shall be gelded at once and in public like the vile animal he is!"

Despite fetching a great price hearing the announcement made a chill pass through Garrik's entire body. It was for the good of the tribe. It was for his own good. Up until now it had been easy to believe in those words, but now that the moment of his gelding was imminent and very real, he found little comfort in them. He cupped his oiled balls in his palm and held them protectively, suddenly unsure about what he had agreed to, but attendants were already closing in on him and grabbed him firmly.

"Hey, can we negotiate about this?" Garrik tried to protest, but he was pulled back and strapped to a rack that had been brought out for this very purpose. His legs were spread apart and tied with leather strips from his ankles, and the same was done with his arms. Without realizing it Garrik had started hyperventilating, and as his chest rose and fell in quick succession, his heavy malehood dangled between his legs in the same rhythm.

The snow leopard couple descended from their seats and onto the arena, and approached him lazily, chatting and joking with each other and paying very little to the huge gnoll until they were right in front of him. They looked exceedingly similar both in body type and how they held themselves, and Garrik could not tell whether they were supposed to be spouses or siblings--in fact, the only way to tell them apart was their clothing. The female one leaned in to pet Garrik's belly and take a deep sniff of his musk. Her fingers toyed with Garrik's hair, curled around a tuft on his pubic mound and tugged at it.

"Mmm, just look at him. I can't wait to feel his cock shooting his weak, watery cum in my pussy while you watch." She spoke with a purring voice that rolled her consonants and lingered in the air like a honey-coated razor.

The male chuckled and kissed her on the cheek, then walked around Garrik to squeeze his buttocks. "I won't be just watching, my dearest, I will be fucking his asshole raw and pushing his cock into you with every thrust, to show him what a real man's cock feels like."

They laughed and slapped each other playfully, as if they had told an excellent joke. Garrik gulped, cold sweat beading along the groove on his back.

"Tell me, creature," the lady purred, her teeth bared in a predatory smile, "Have you ever been with a female of your kind?"

Her icy eyes bore directly into Garrik's own and he trembled. It didn't even occur to him to lie so he shook his head from side to side.

"Of course he hasn't," the male added with a smirk, "I have read about these brutes and their crude habits. Most warriors like him only ever breed the filthy assholes of their pack mates, and that's if they are lucky."

"How sad," she replied. Her delicate hand cupped the gnoll's orbs, and she rolled them between her fingers. "But don't worry my little gnoll. You will spill your seed for a female at least once in your life before these are taken away from you."

Her hand trailed Garrik's sheath until her finger reached his opening. Slowly, she inserted one, then two digits into his sex and twirled them, stretching the gnoll's sensitive flesh and toying with his cocktip. Garrik swallowed his saliva, mesmerized by her eyes, and before he realised it his shaft was pushing out of his sheath. The leopard lady laughed, pleased with the reaction she was eliciting from the bound male. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them with obvious delight.

"Wild and tangy, I have to taste it!"

Garrik's eyes widened as the feline grasped his veiny cock and lowered her head to suck him off. She could only partially fit his glans into her maw but her raspy tongue and sharp little teeth sent a flood of as-yet unknown sensations coursing through his body. The gnoll groaned in bliss and let his head fall backwards, his whole body shaking and drenched in cold sweat. The entire crowd was watching them with lecherous smiles but Garrik could not care less. His peers had denied him a mate but now he was being pleasured by a girl that none of them could ever hope to approach.

It was over quickly. Garrik howled as he felt his orgasm build up in his loins, and urethra pulse as he shot several thick strands of seed in rapid succession. The leopard's eyes went wide with surprise as gnoll cum flooded her mouth faster than she could swallow it, and she coughed and gurgled.

"Have you bitten off more than you can chew, my dear?" the male laughed.

"He is definitely in another league than you," the lady shot back, seed dribbling down her narrow chin and staining her robe as she spoke. "Want to have a taste? Or are you jealous?" she added.

The male huffed in wounded pride but he grasped the gnoll's softening prick and sucked and licked his cocktip, his fingers squeezing the shaft to force the remaining cum out. He closed his eyes and smacked his tongue like a gourmet sampling a fine treat.

"Not bad," he admitted, "but a bit overwhelming. An acquired taste perhaps."

Hope swelled in Garrik's chest. "Maybe," he whispered, still panting, "Maybe we can find an agreement..."

"I'm afraid not," the lord replied coldly, and he gestured a servant to come closer. Garrik's heart sank when he saw what the attendant was holding in his hands.

The attendant was carrying a pair of long tongs, with a wide head and a simple mechanism that allowed them to be locked in position. The fox did not meet Garrik's growingly desperate gaze but just kneeled in front of him, and took his heavy ball sack in firm grip. He moved with practiced ease when he clenched the tongs shut just above the balls and tightened them, the terrible squeeze cutting off circulation and crushing the spermatic cords. Garrik winced when he felt the metal's bite, but then the pain was replaced by a dull, throbbing sensation as his testicles started to rapidly asphyxiate. The fox left the tongs dangle between the gnoll's feet, and stepped back to wait patiently. It was clear from his expression that this was not the first time he had been asked to administer the procedure.

The female snow leopard reached up to whisper into Garrik's ear. "I'm Palu."

"And I'm Lau," the male continued from his other side.

"And we're going to have so much fun with you."

"Until we grow bored."

"Let's hope you last longer than the previous one!" they spoke in unison and laughed in delight.

They started to explore Garrik's body, sniffing and licking his armpits, pinching his nipples, and trailing their claws across his defenseless sides and belly. Garrik squirmed as he was tickled, his erection bobbing and the metal tongs tapping against the inside of his leg with every twitch. Both of the felines disappeared behind him, and one of them--impossible to tell which one--gave his musty asshole a tentative lick. He heard muffled moans and kissing sounds as two lips met, and then the barbed tongue returned to lap at his dark colored pucker in earnest, exploring its tender insides and tugging at them with each sensual lick. His buttocks were squeezed like pincushions, and a pair of arms reached around him and started to stroke his cock to keep him erect. Garrik's rack started to shake as someone was fucked against it, accompanied by the slapping sounds of hips meeting buttocks, and the crowd grew ever more wilder and lewder in their jeers. They were enjoying what Garrik could not see.

Their bizarre threesome continued and kept Garrik aroused even as his balls were dying. The pressure he felt slowly faded away and was replaced with just the dull sense of weight his heavy orbs pulling his scrotum downwards caused. He tried to calm himself down, but his cock throbbed needy and ready to climax even as he had lost any sense from his testicles. Then, without warning the fox attendant stepped forward and tugged the cold scrotum roughly, and with a single cut of a small, curved knife he parted the flesh. Garrik yelped, more out of fright than any sensation, and the hand around his cock squeezed the knot at its base tightly. He came at the same time as his manhood was permanently taken away from him, his cock first shooting a glob of clear precum and then nothing, throbbing and heaving dry as it tried to pump out sperm that no longer existed. Garrik felt giddy and dizzy, from the nervous anxiety and the odd absence of weight between his legs. The cut bled very little, as the tongs clamped the arteries shut, and the fox sew the wound shut with tidy little strokes.

Garrik's glistening ball sack was tossed on the stage floor carelessly, and the snow leopards sauntered in sight to pick it up. The one in female clothing leaned over to pick it up between her forefinger and thumb like dirty offal, and when she turned to face Garrik his eyes widened. Her clothing was disheveled, her dress pulled halfway down her body, revealing a perfectly flat chest and at her crotch a pink, barbed cock protruded above a plump white ball sack. The leopard in male clothing leaned to kiss the other, as he did his coat slipped off and offered a glimpse of small but recognizable breasts and slender, feminine body.

"We're twins Palu and Lau," they spoke completing each other's sentences.

"There's always Palu."

"And Lau."

"But which one of us is which... well, that is always a bit of a mystery." They looked into each other's eyes with hungry endearment and caressed their jawlines, their movements synchronized and perfect mirror images, and there was an air of elegance to them despite their torn, mismatched clothing.

Palu--or Lau--plucked his fingers in Garrik's ball sack and fished out a pale white orb, a firm juicy testicle with bluish veins snaking under its shiny surface. He took a little nibble out of it, the tips of his teeth making a faint popping sound as they sunk into the strange fruit, and then handed it over to the female. She bit into it just as gingerly, and licked the flesh juices dribbling onto her lips with a deep moan.

"Mmm, delectable."

"A rare delicacy."

"Once in a lifetime opportunity, really."

"Unique and priceless."

The female let the orb fall between her fingers and it landed with a dull thud on the stage. The male tossed away the rest of Garrik's malehood with similar carelessness as they started to walk off surrounded by the clapping and whistling of the crowd, their gait proud and hips swaying, a ravished pair of primadonnas making their grand exit. The female winked the cheetah by their side.

"Send the brute over to our villa. Make sure he's cleaned up, I don't want him ruining our good rug with his dirty body." She snapped her fingers right in front of the cheetah's nose, making him jump back and bow nervously. With that they turned to leave, leaving Garrik hanging and waiting for his fate without a second thought about him.

Garrik felt light-headed and slightly nauseous. His erection had faded and his penis felt like a fat, limp slug as it slowly retracted into its sheath. After the departure of the two leopards the spectators had started eyeing the discarded testicles with greedy eyes and some were already rising from their couches and slinking towards the stage. Their hopes for a free meal were dashed when the fox picked up the half-eaten orb and the scrotum and dropped them into a brazier. The skin and flesh sizzled in the flames and the stench of burnt meat filled the gnoll's nostrils. He lowered his head and watched the mangled remains of his masculinity burn with a curious sense of detachment, his muddled mind still unable to process what had happened to him. The fire flickered and emitted a loud popping noise, then another, and Garrik suddenly felt very sick when he realized that the sound was his balls bursting from the heat. The room started spinning around him and then everything went dark and silent.

Garrik did not know how long he remained unconscious, but when he awoke the world was still pitch black. It took him a few seconds to realize that his head was covered by a heavy leather hood and that his hands were tied behind his back. He was naked, and judging by the feeling of fabric against his skin he was laying on a thick carpet. The gnoll twisted his body and rubbed his thighs together but sadly the familiar weight between his legs was gone for good. The air underneath the hood was hot and damp from his breath, and in addition to his own smell he could taste the faint scent of several other males, as if the leather had absorbed the sweat of many previous victims.

The gnoll did not hear the soft pit-patting of lithe feet as they crept up behind him, and he was taken completely by surprise when a hand tore the hood from his head. The bright light made him shut his eyes immediately, and when he opened them again the first thing he saw was a pair of cruel smiles.

"Wakey wakey!"

"Missed us?"

Palu and Lau were staring at him, and even in his bewilderment he noticed that they seemed to have switched clothing again. Or had they? He could not tell.

"We've made all the preparations for your arrival," the feline in female clothing whispered in his ear, "We're going to love having you here."

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The next few weeks were spent in a daze of confusion and unreality. The mercurial twins covered their pet with tender attentions and random punishments, one day dressing him up in sumptuous clothes and serving him fine foods, then the other stripping him naked, kicking him and making him sleep outside in a shed like a guard dog. Garrik was often taken to house parties where the other guests brought their own pets and the burly yet docile gnoll never failed to impress the crowds. More than one noble asked to borrow him but the leopards would have none of it. At other times, Garrik accompanied his owners during their visits to the seedier parts of town and acted as a bodyguard while the two felines mingled and partied with the rabble of the taverns. On these occasions one of their favourite games was to pay prostitutes to taunt the now emasculated warrior with their bodies.

Of course he was made to share their bedroom too. Losing his testicles had noticeably reduced the gnoll's sex drive but the twins fed him rare plants that made his shaft painfully hard again and allowed him to spurt his watery cum in copious amounts. Garrik spent entire nights plowing the male's asshole and his sister's pussy, switching from one to the other until his cock felt numb between his legs and he collapsed from sheer exhaustion. Then the leopards would amuse themselves by playing with his rear end, inserting their fists inside him and exploring his rectum until they had forced an anal orgasm from the panting gnoll.

But as time passed the leopards grew colder and more distant. He was summoned less and less frequently in their presence and when they did play with him it was more out of boredom than any actual desire. One afternoon as Garrik was sleeping in his shed the door of the villa's courtyard opened and the twins entered in a cart pulled by a huge draft stallion. The felines hopped off the cart and patted the horse's flanks with little childish cries of excitement.

"Isn't he beautiful?"

"Isn't he the manliest?"

"How can we put him to the test?"

They both turned their eyes towards Garrik and a wicked grin split their faces at the same time.

Palu grabbed Garrik by his collar, studded with golden spikes, and walked him to the horse forcing him to crouch as he followed in the short leopard's tow. He was made to kneel in front of the huge draft stallion who was wearing nothing but reins and leather harness, looking awkward and getting skittish from suddenly being everyone's center of attention. His skin had light brown color, glistening with the light sheen of afternoon sweat, a tan mane and tail, and large, almost feminine eyes with the shade of deepest amber Garrik had ever seen. His crotch was the color of dark chocolate and housed a large, jiggling sheath and a massive pair of balls. Their weight had stretched out the loose skin so that they swung like pendulums with every step the beast took, lumpy and each almost the size of Garrik's head. The steed's male smell was sharp and overpowering even several feet away, the warm flavour of horse mixing with freshly cut hay and unwashed asshole.

"Worship them," Palu said and shoved Garrik's face into those big, sweaty orbs. The stallion got startled from the unfamiliar sensation of cold gnoll nose tip touching his sensitive parts, but Lau stroked his back and hushed him soothingly. The horse lifted his hands up and left them hovering in front of his chest timidly, very unsure about what was going to happen. Garrik, however, could not resist taking a lick of his privates, and as the salty, masculine aroma spread in his mouth he started lapping at him eagerly. He felt a pang of jealousy in his chest as he snuffled and lathered the balls with his saliva, but even more he needed that male essence he was lacking inside him. Garrik could not put it to words, but his body craved for hormone laden sperm in his system, be it the stallion's if not his own, and the gnoll whimpered from frustration as he tried to suckle it out of those bulging male teats but received only a diluted mouthful of sweat.

Palu raked her claws along Garrik's spine as he worked, sending shivers of sharp pleasure to his throbbing brain. His sex drive had taken a steep plummet, but the excitement of pain still stayed fresh in his mind and had started turning him on--and in the house of leopards it was not in short supply. As Palu leaned over him to bite his ears and give his neck tiny puncture wounds with her fangs Garrik's cock hardened and began to drip clear, gooey precum that dribbled down its red length. He enjoyed the warmth of his own blood seeping out and trailing along his neck, hidden from sight by his thick ruff of fur and the collar but adding its coppery scent to the aroma of his heated body. He knew that soon the claws would have their turn all over his body, and the anticipation made him throb even harder.

"Isn't he pretty," Lau said and stroked the stallion's slightly pudgy belly, his muscular flanks and juicy pectorals. "Pretty but dumb," Palu laughed and pinched Garrik's nipples.

"Sister dear, I didn't buy him for his wit."

The stallion snorted and shifted his weight, clearly in discomfort from what was happening. Palu stopped tormenting Garrik for a moment, and took a long hard look at the horse, then smiled cruelly. "Maybe we should strangle him until his few remaining brain cells die? Truly it would be doing the big stud boy a favor."

Lau raised his eyebrows and seemed to think about it. "Perhaps? Or we could choke the gnoll first with his cock, just to see if he survives that..."

Garrik looked up with questioning eyes, and Lau petted the top of his head reassuringly.

"Would you do that for me, gnoll slave?"

The gnoll went numb with shock. The horse's sheath was so large that he could easily have fit his fist inside and the member it housed was probably as long as his own arm. Palu went on her knees behind the stud, spread his muscular buttcheeks with some difficulty and pressed her nose against his ass, kissing and nibbling at his ring. The stallion instinctively reared his head and let out a confused neigh at the unexpected sensation. His sheath bulged slowly to expose a pink-and-black cocktip followed by a rubbery shaft which dropped between his legs. Lau smiled, picked up the limp penis just under the glans and rubbed it against Garrik's face.

The horse snorted as his sensitive flesh brushed against the gnoll's coarse fur, and before long his cock hardened and twitched nervously. The rank smell of horse sex and urine made Garrik feel dizzy but he was unable to turn his head away, his will completely sapped by his castration. Lau squeezed the fleshy cocktip between his fingers and a fat glob of precum rolled from the stallion's dick hole and fell on Garrik's nose. "Lick it," the leopard ordered, and the gnoll meekly complied. He shivered in both excitement and disgust when he swallowed the salty liquid, its taste reminding him of his own lost masculinity.

"Very good," the leopard snickered, "It looks like we've finally found a new use for you."

They were right, Garrik thought, he was only fit for pleasing other slaves. He stretched his jaws wide and waited to receive the horse into his mouth. Lau grasped the gnoll's muzzle with his free hand and with the other he clumsily tried to fit the stallion's penis into the gaping maw. The horse's malehood was as long as Garrik had feared but fortunately it tapered off towards the end and its mushroom-shaped glans was sufficiently squishy to squeeze past his jaws. The gnoll gurgled, sweat dripping down his face and his eyes rolling in their sockets as he tried to catch his breath despite the thick shaft lodged half-way down his throat. He wasn't the only one struggling. The horse was pawing violently at the ground as both his dick and rear end were stimulated. His hooves kicked up a cloud of dust that settled in Garrik's eyes, making him shake his head from side to side. That gesture startled the horse and he trembled angrily, shoving more of his cock inside the gnoll's mouth.

Garrik felt himself retch as his body tried desperately to expel the foreign object that was choking him, but the contractions in his throat only managed to make the stallion squirt a stream of precum. He couldn't breathe at all now and his lungs were burning painfully, although strangely his own ball-less dick was now rock-hard and dripping precum. Panic gripped his brain and he lifted his hand to grab the horse's shaft but the leopard swatted his hand away.

"Bacchus," he said drily, "fuck."

Upon hearing the command the horse grunted and thrust his hips violently, finally free to breed the moist warm hole in front of him. Garrik felt like his insides were about to rupture as the stallion fucked his mouth, his flaring cocktip scraping his throat and forcing itself deeper with each thrust. His jaws stretched even wider to accommodate inch after inch of pungent horse meat and frothy drool dribbled down his chin to form a little puddle between his hands. Finally the horse was buried to the hilt, his member filling the entire length of the gnoll's oesophagus. There was a moment of tense expectation before Palu reached out between his legs and squeezed his testicles. Bacchus whinnied and Garrik felt his urethra contract against his tongue as sperm was forced out of his balls and down his shaft. His cocktip twitched spastically and shot load after load of warm horse seed directly into the gnoll's stomach. Garrik barely felt himself climax as his red erection jerked and spurted a small stream of clear seminal fluid, a weak little gelding orgasm lacking both strength and sperm.

At last the flood slowed to a trickle. Garrik was about to pass out from the shock and lack of air when the horse grunted and brutally pulled his softening length from him with a wet suction noise. His needs sated for now, the stallion had already lost all interest in his breeding hole. The gnoll collapsed in the dirt of the courtyard and coughed up a fat mouthful of horse cream.

Palu emerged from behind the horse's rump and applauded with her delicate hands. Her brother grasped the stallion's limp cock and shook it above Garrik's head, sending droplets of cum splattering over the gnoll's prostrate body.

"See? This is a real man. He is what you can never be anymore."

"What good are you?" the female added, "Not even worth the scraps of meat we're feeding you."

"Please..." Was the only thing that Garrik could think of saying, but it elicited only a sour look from the twins.

"Eww, this mongrel is broken."

"How boring."

"Useless."

"Garbage."

The leopards circled around Garrik as they appraised him like a piece of secondhand meat, ready to finish him like a common house cat pouncing on his prey.

"I've grown tired of him," Lau made a dismissive gesture towards Garrik and addressed the stallion who had been waiting silently to the side, "Get rid of him. Seeing him offends our senses."

The stallion shrugged and grabbed Garrik by the scruff of his neck. The gnoll tried to resist but he was no match for the muscular stud, who hoisted him off his feet with ease.

"Wait, wait, what about my payment?" Garrik whined, "You cut off part of me... haven't I earned at least part of the money, then?"

Lau scoffed at him, closing his eyes and already willing him out of existence, but Palu took interest in his plea. She pulled out a priceless pearl necklace, one that Garrik knew that reached all the way down to her crotch under her clothes, and dangled it in front of the gnoll's head.

"Absolutely," she smirked, "These pearls for your pearls. You can keep all you can catch!"

With that she snapped the necklace apart, sending pearls scattering all over the floor in every direction. Garrik was tossed down after them, and for a moment he crouched on all fours in confusion, but a swift kick from Palu to his rump sent him scurrying. The others watched with mild amusement as he rushed back and forth trying to pick up the fiddly little things, as often slipping between his fingers as successfully catching one, and before he had gathered up even a handful of them he was shown the door, forcefully and permanently.

For the second time that day he was manhandled by the stallion, who dragged him on the street and let him hit the only puddle of dirt water in sight. The large male wiped his hands and snorted at him, then turned around and shut the mansion gate behind him without saying anything. He was already written out of the mind of his owners, used up and discarded like a ruined rug. Garrik looked around in the unfamiliar city. He needed to belong, if not to his tribe to at least someone, and that sense of being part of a bigger social unit had let him endure the hardships inflicted upon him by his cruel masters. But now even that comfort had been denied to him, and for the first time in his life he felt truly alone and lost. The mansion gates stared at him coldly, and so did the strangers on the street as they walked past him, flinching away when he tried to approach any of them. Panic welled up in his chest and finally he bolted, dashing blindly to escape his feelings.

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Garrik could not remember how long he ran or how many turns and twists he made through the city's tortuous streets, but eventually the pain in his lungs forced him to stop. He leaned against a wall and caught his breath, his eyes misty and his body steaming. After several minutes he straightened up and surveyed his surroundings. His panicked flight must have carried him far away from the upper districts; instead of elegant villas and tree-lined avenues he saw rows of dingy shops and crooked houses that looked like they were still standing only out of habit. A few people passed by but all of them gave him a wide berth, understandably frightened by the sight of a big, naked hyena-man with his fur dishevelled and reeking of sperm and sweat. No point in pleading for help, the gnoll bitterly thought, then he remembered the pearls still clutched in his hand. He counted six of them, and while he was not sure how much they were worth they were now his only worldly possession. His stomach rumbled despite his recent 'meal', and he knew that he needed to find something to eat and clothes that would allow him to blend in.

The donkey clerk threatened to call the guards when Garrik staggered into his shop but he changed his mind quickly when the gnoll showed him the pearls, and he agreed to trade one of the jewels for a tunic and some food which the gnoll ate ravenously. Back in the streets, Garrik felt able to think about his situation more calmly. The city had brought him nothing but misery and the only logical thing to do was to return to his tribe, yet the idea filled him with dread. He would return empty-handed, with nothing to show for his castrated status, and he could not help being angry at his elders for sending him away in the first place. Surely they must have known what awaited him.

The gnoll brooded and walked into a side alley, looking for a place to curl up and sleep for the night. The sound of footsteps followed him and he turned to see the shopkeeper flanked by two burly men, a gray wolf and a bull.

"That's him!" the donkey shouted excitedly, "He has the pearls."

"Pretty reckless to flaunt your wealth like that," the bull laughed as he pulled a knife from his belt. His snout was criss-crossed by scars and Garrik saw that his tail was docked, the traditional punishment for thieves.

"A gelding, huh? Must be an escaped slave," the wolf said. He was smaller than his companion but he looked just as nasty, with a torn ear, a blind eye and patches of mangy fur.

"Finders keepers, he's my slave now." The bull grinned and licked his blade with a slimy tongue. "You're going to give us the pearls, and then you're coming with us. I know a brothel on the docks that will pay a good price for a eunuch."

The wolf bared his fangs and rubbed his bulge suggestively. "But first we'll have some fun with you. I've never tasted gnoll meat before."

Garrik growled, but the sound came out weak and pitiful out of his throat. Even though he was still impressively tall, he had lost muscle mass as his body had softened and grown fattier. He had lost his will to fight, his fierce instincts that told him to bite and tear having grown dull and blunted. He backed against the wall and huddled there, but did not offer any real resistance beyond snapping at the thugs' fingers as they manhandled him.

He was pushed roughly into the damp brick wall, its mortar cracking and tasting of quicklime and mildew against his mouth. The wolf's breath stank of cheap wine as he pinned him and whispered into his ear, with one of his arms against his neck while grasping his wrists with the other.

"I bet you like it when you get rutted by big dicks," the grizzled wolf spoke and pushed his bulge against Garrik's buttocks, "You're not even a man, you're just a sloppy hole to me. That's all used goods like you are good for!"

"Do we really have time for this? What if someone sees us?" The merchant sounded nervous and kept looking over his shoulder.

"Shut it. You're getting your cut of the sale later, just go keep watch for now!" The bull spoke gruffly and nudged his head towards the alleyway's entrance.

Once the merchant had slipped away the wolf paused, let go his hold of Garrik and without saying anything sank onto his knees behind the gnoll. He lifted Garrik's tunic and sniffed his rear end, then sunk his cold nose tip into his asshole, breathing it in fiercely and giving it a tsste.

"Mm, so soft and loose... and your ass musk smells heavenly..." He spoke between licking and slurping Garrik's pucker.

The gnoll was taken aback by the sudden change in his attitude, but did not know what to do so he just kept leaning against the wall and offering his ass for the other man's attentions. The wolf's tongue explored his ass crack and inside of his anus, teasing and tickling him as he was getting rimmed by the rough looking stranger. The wolf pulled his red, throbbing cock out of his pants, sending its unwashed canine aroma to Garrik's nostrils, and started stroking himself. He tugged Garrik's waist to make him turn around, and made a hungry sound as he took the gnoll dick in his mouth.

The wolf's maw was filthy, his teeth yellow and many of them missing, but he sucked cock better than anyone Garrik had ever met. His head bobbed back and forth as he massaged it with his tongue, keeping it constantly stimulated and dripping precum which he slurped eagerly down.

"Mmh... tasty," He grunted with closed eyes, then took the cock out of his mouth to breath, "I love juicy gnoll meat..."

"So, is he high grade then?" The bull had been standing next to them and crossed his arms impassively like a brick himself.

"Oh he's top notch!" The wolf looked up at the bull and grinned while ignoring the fact that he was still holding his dick in his hand.

The bull nodded at Garrik. "You're not a mere gutter slave then, like our informant thought. I know a brothel where an eunuch like you can make good money." He twisted the pearls out of Garrik's hand into his own palm. "I take these as a prepayment for getting you the job. You can pay off the rest of your debt later. If you're popular with the customers that shouldn't take long."

"My- my debt?" Garrik was becoming more bewildered every passing moment.

"Yea, Rufus and me aren't running a charity here. You need to pay us for setting up the opportunity to earn big money at the brothel," The bull explained matter-of-factly.

"But I don't want-" Garrik started, but Rufus closed his lips around his member again.

"Don't be silly, you're natural at this," The bull watched him as he moaned and gasped from the pleasure welling up in his crotch. "See how good it feels? Think about getting paid for it."

In the end Garrik could only nod in agreement, and the bull patted him on the shoulder as he climaxed and shot his watery load into Rufus. "Good boy."

Rufus came at the same time and splurted his yellowish seed onto Garrik's toes and ankles. He stood up grinning and wiping his lips, and adjusted his pants. "Very good boy."

Garrik rested his head against the wall, closed his eyes, and sighed. "Good boy."

--

Gently but firmly, the two ruffians led the gnoll out of the alley. They slapped him amicably on the back and told him how lucky he was to have met good people like them but Garrik knew that their attitude would change very quickly if he tried to resist. As they walked down the street the donkey ran after them and whined for his money until the bull sent him crashing on a nearby pile of rubbish with a single punch.

LIke much of the city, the docks were hot, damp and stank of people and decay. Trade was the city's lifeblood, with wharves and storehouses stretching along the waterfront on both sides of the muddy river. It was almost night now and the shirtless workers that toiled all day loading and unloading cargo had vanished, only to be replaced by shifty-looking sailors and all sorts of vagrants. Some of them gave the gnoll strange looks and he suddenly felt quite happy to be escorted by his two new friends.

"This place, is it far from here?" Garrik finally asked as he stepped over a puddle of what smelled and looked like fresh urine.

"We're almost there," the wolf replied. They walked past a dark nook between two buildings where two forms rutted each other in the shadows. "This may not be the classiest part of town," he laughed, "but it is the most interesting."

After a few blocks the warehouses gave way to a cluster of taverns from which drifted the sounds of music and revelry. The three men dodged a few drunks and entered a large dilapidated building from whose facade hung a big wooden sign depicting a crudely-drawn horse with a huge erection. The smell of stale tobacco, cheap perfume and cheaper booze hit Garrik's nostrils as soon as he stepped inside the brothel. It was dark and smoky but he saw that he was in a big room where customers sat at tables and drank while being entertained by barely clothed prostitutes. From time to time a patron would take one of the waiters by the wrist or caress his buttocks to indicate his choice, and the two of them would move to one of the alcoves at the back of the room. Others were not as shy, and at a nearby table he saw a dog sitting astride a bear, facing him and kissing him messily. The dog was entirely nude while the bear's pants were unfastened, and their erect penises were rubbing together in full view of everyone.

The wolf and bull were obviously regulars at the place and they were quickly made welcome. A muscular chestnut stallion walked over to the bull and the two exchanged a long, sloppy kiss.

"Mmmh, handsome boy, I haven't seen you in ages. You know I need this..." the horse whispered as he grabbed the other male's bulge. But the bull pushed him back.

"Not today, not yet. We need to speak to the Madame first," he said, "I've got something that will interest her," he added while pointing to the gnoll.

They were ushered to a plush room upstairs and waited for only a minute or two before the manager of the place arrived. She--or at least Garrik thought it was a she--was a very fat and gaudily dressed bitch with a face coated in makeup and fingers covered with rings. She looked and sounded irritated by the intrusion.

"Ferdinand, Rufus! Have you come to pay your tab or are you trying to sell me some cheap whore again?"

The bull raised his hands defensively. "He's not like the others. He's big but soft and submissive, the clients will love him."

She sighed, "More promises..." and she turned towards Garrik. "Strip, my dear, so I can see what's on offer."

Garrik was long past feeling embarrassment at being unclothed in front of other people, so he pulled his tunic above his head and let it fall to the floor. The bitch observed the gnoll's body, still strong but now curvy and soft around the edges, and her eyes narrowed when she saw the smooth skin under his sheath.

"You should have said that earlier!" she scolded. "Yes, I think we might have a use for you."

"And the finder's fee?" Ferdinand asked.

"Already taken off your tab, my dears," the Madam smirked. "Why don't you boys go downstairs to add some more to it, while I get this brute prepped."

She gestured dismissively at the wolf and bull who grumbled angrily, but eventually had to concede and left. Ferdinand had conveniently forgotten to bring up the little detail about taking Garrik's pearls, and the gnoll was simply too exhausted and cowed to say anything about it, and that was how Garrik was signed on servitude with nothing to his name.

--

Garrik was quick to settle into his new role. The brothel advertised him as a savage gnoll warrior who was captured and made gentle and tame by castration, and every evening he plied his trade in the tavern, his emasculated crotch hidden under a silk loincloth. The more well-hung clients--horses, rhinos and bull--loved him for him generous rump and loose asshole, and the rest relished the opportunity to explore the body of such a fierce and exotic beast. The other residents of the brothel were also quick to accept the gnoll as one of them, and some were more than willing to share their couches with him and show him a trick or two. Despite this, Garrik often felt pangs of loneliness when he thought about the close-knit tribe he had left behind. Could things ever be the same away from them?

Garrik was usually enjoyed by sailors, buff stallions and bulls that lusted after a male body but found it hard to admit it to themselves. An eunuch was a safe, harmless choice for them because he was not a real man in their eyes, and even though their love making tended to be rough and laden with slurs towards Garrik, more often than not he found himself cuddled and kissed by those same men afterwards when no one could see.

Another customer that stayed in Garrik's mind was a young panther, third son of a nobleman and barely out of his teens. He approached the gnoll one day, flustered to the tip of his ears, and quietly told him that he wanted to learn how to pleasure his boyfriend. Garrik was more than happy to show the inexperienced youth how to suck cock and stimulate the prostate, and let him practice on himself for hours. At the end of his tuition the panther thanked him profusely, and a couple days later a fancy set of silk clothes arrived at the brothel meant for him. It was a nice gesture, but before he could even try them on they got confiscated by the Madam to 'avoid spreading jealousy'.

Otherwise the life at the brothel meandered slowly. The Madam who ran the place charged them for the room and keep, and took a cut of their earnings. She handled the money from customers and held it for her workers, claiming that they would get it back after their debt was paid off. Leaving the premises was strictly regulated. The workers were allowed out only to run necessary errands and even then accompanied by one of the thugs that served as house's bouncers. The Madam said that she did not want them moonlighting on the streets 'for their own safety', and in any case Garrik did not have anywhere better to run off to. He stayed and plied his new trade, and fell into a dull routine. He had a roof over his head and food in his belly, what else there was left in life for him?

--

The season had turned slowly into the start of the monsoon when Garrik was put on leave against his will. The staff was inspected on a regular basis for any diseases by a curt fox physician, who noticed that Garrik had developed a suspicious looking rash on his thigh. The Madam did not want to take any chances of getting a bad reputation among customers and told Garrik that he could not work as long as it persisted, unmoved by his protestations that it was probably nothing. Even though he could not earn money he still had to pay for rent and food, and that meant heaping debt upon debt on his account. He was not allowed to leave the brothel either, so after helping with the menial tasks of cleaning and cooking he had very little to do to fill his days but to wait.

One afternoon Garrik had finished peeling and soaking manioc tubers, and wandered off to the brothel's flat roof to pass the time. The workers sometimes slept on the terrace when the nights were particularly hot and humid, and it gave a view over the river which was soothing to watch. However, when he arrived he found out that he was not the only one there. A tan colored desert fox was sitting on the red tiled floor and watching the skies idly, but perked up when he noticed Garrik.

"Hey, come sit over here and keep me company!" He called with his baritone voice and patted the ground next to him.

Garrik had seen him before, but had not really spoken with him. Like himself he was considered one of the exotics of the brothel, but fetched a higher price than a lowly eunuch which set them apart. Hierarchy was fiercely enforced by the workers themselves, jealous of each other's' customers, and mingling with the higher ups was not regarded well.

"Me? Is it okay?" Garrik felt unsure about the offer, but saw no one else to around either.

"Yea, yea, just mosey over here. I'm not working anyway, the doc hung me up to dry for a week or so and I'm getting bored."

Garrik plopped down and cast shadow on the smaller male. "Uhh... was it a sailor guy, with a red bandana and gold tipped horns?"

"Sounds like the guy I saw a while ago. He had you too?"

Garrik nodded. "I knew he had a shady looking dick."

"A pity, he was a good fuck. And had gold to spend too."

"He bought me twice in the same night. Haven't had anyone come back for a second round before." Garrik shook his head sadly.

The desert fox closed his eyes and smiled faintly. "Mm-hm, he was a stud all right." He looked at Garrik. "Name's Mèlu, pleased to meet you. Can I sit on your lap?"

"W-what?"

"Come on, I just want to be held. I get lonely easily."

"But I'm on a sick leave you know...?"

"I don't mean sexually. Besides, I'm not gonna catch something from you that I don't already have."

Mèlu was determined not to listen to any more protestations, and simply clambered on Garrik and sat down between his legs, resting his head against his chest. After a moment's hesitation Garrik closed his arms around the desert fox, steepling his hands on his belly. The small guy radiated heat, his body adapted to the scorching sun of the desert, and feeling someone else's touch without any demands was a refreshing sensation. Garrik's breathing evened out as he started to relax.

"Do you think it's going to rain soon?" Garrik asked to break the silence.

"I hate feeling wet, it makes my fur itchy."

"You know it's the monsoon season?"

"Then I don't have to wait for long to start hating myself." Mèlu turned and burrowed his face in the thick, scraggly hair of Garrik's fur like a kitten.

They sat in silence again.

The evening was clear, and above their heads countless stars slowly rose in the darkening sky to twinkle. Garrik recognized the same constellations he'd known in his native desert. Thinking about his past life always made his heart clench but tonight the feeling of the small body nested against his soothed his distress. He caressed his companion's head, enjoying the rare moment of peace.

"How did someone like you end up here?" He finally said.

"Oh," the fox whispered, "It is nothing very romantic. I am the son of a minor gentleman from the countryside. My dad wanted me to have a career so he sent me to the city to study law. He sacrificed most of his money to pay for the rent and fees but I'll admit that I spent more time in the taverns than on the benches of the university."

Garrik felt his companion tense. He could not see the fox's face but there was no mistaking the pain in his voice.

"There are lots of temptations in a big town like this, eventually I found this place. It was great at first. There were plenty of people who were nice to me and offered me their company, even if I had to pay for it. But one night everything went dark while I was drinking and when I woke up I was in a small room with the Madam and two bouncers. She showed me a piece of paper with a number on it and said it was how much I owed her, she also told me I better do as she said or I would be sold to people would not be as nice as her. That was a year ago."

"But what about your father," the gnoll said, "Did he not look for you?"

"Maybe he did, but this is a big place and people disappear every day." Mèlu sighed, "Or maybe he found out and the shame was too much. Maybe he told everyone I was dead. I wouldn't blame him, I took his money and hopes and wasted them like an idiot."

Garrik opened his mouth but he could think of nothing to say that would help. "I'm sorry," he mumbled clumsily.

"Not your fault," the fox replied as he ran his finger across the gnoll's belly, "What about you?" Garrik told him his story, skipping over the more shameful details, and the fox smiled faintly. "Looks like we're both in the same boat," he said.

"Perhaps your debt is almost paid off by now," Garrik ventured hesitantly.

Mèlu chuckled, "That's not how it works here. I asked that question three months ago and my debt has actually increased. Room, board, the doctor, bribes for the guards, all of these things cost money you know, or at least that's what the Madam says."

"But she has to let us go at some point!" Garrik said with a note of alarm in his voice.

"Of course she will. The day we catch something really nasty or when we grow old and nobody wants us anymore then she will let us go."

The gnoll felt something damp roll down his chest and he hugged the fox closer. His fur was soft and his smell dry and pleasant. Despite the physical differences between them their stories were strangely alike, he thought. Two naive strangers deceived and trapped with no one to turn to. Anger welled up in his heart at his own powerlessness and he felt some of old instincts resurface. Mèlu was the first person who had been nice to him in a long time and he wanted to help him, but how? He had not even been able to protect himself. He was about to say something when he realised that the fox had fallen asleep in his lap, his breathing slow and steady.

The sun had set and the growing darkness was pierced by the light from the windows of the taverns and the lanterns of the moored boats. The drunks and whores had not yet taken possession of the streets so Garrik stood still and listened to the sound of the waters as they lapped against the wooden pillars of the docks. Many boats came and went every day, he mused, and they were carrying goods and passengers to all corners of the world. Maybe one morning they would take him and Mèlu too?

Something that Garrik had thought lost flared up in his chest.