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"Wha- what is the meaning of this?! Unhand me!" The wolf growled. "You dirty, inferior mongrel sluts! What do you think you're doing?!"

Theo watched with a stern expression from across the dinner table as the wolf struggled against the two foxes keeping him pinned against the chair. A third, familiar fox started to wrap loops upon loops of rope around the struggling wolf's arms. The brawnier foxes, dressed as servants, took hold of the wolf's arms and pulled them back. He grunted in pain and discomfort, but still fought even as his arms were tied firmly behind the expensive chair's high and sturdy backrest.

"How DARE you touch me?! What's going on?" The wolf kept growling. He showed his teeth at them and Theo saw how he even spat towards one of the foxes, hitting him straight on his face.

"I'll have you all in the gallows by morning for daring to fucking touch one of your superiors!" Lord Gregor growled. His words were still a tad bit slurred. The many glasses of strong wine he had drunk during the meal had taken their toll, which helped explain why even an experienced wolf such as himself had trouble keeping the foxes assaulting him at bay.

They moved on to his legs. Theo couldn't see from across the table, but the wolf king knew all too well that they would likely bind each of his legs to one of the chairs' to keep him seated as he was.

Lord Gregor's eyes finally met Theo's.

"Your majesty! King Theo! Call the fuckin' guards! Help me!"

But the wolf king did not. Theo averted his eyes from the other wolf. The table between them had always felt unnecessarily long, but for once he was glad for it.

"It is long to keep the king safe from sudden movements, for even the most trustworthy guests could still harbor ill intent towards royalty," Theo remembered his father explaining once when he was little. Now, there he was. Theo himself was the trustworthy host with ill intent.

Except, at least, the ill intent wasn't his at all.

"It's no use struggling," Alistair, the fox working on finishing tying Lord Gregor to his chair, said as he finally stood up. "I mixed a muscle relaxant mix of herbs onto your wine, among other things. You wolves! Always so eager for your strong, aged wines that you don't even notice the shift of taste!"

Lord Gregor's eyes grew wide. The old wolf was pretty much foaming from his mouth in outrage. With grunts and constant growling, he pulled and tugged against the rope keeping him bound to his chair.

"You little SHIT!" The wolf growled, then he spat towards Alistair. The fox jumped back with a giggle, as if expecting it.

"Oh, you have no idea how hard it was to hold back my giggling while I was serving your cup like a good, well-behaved steward!" Alistair said in a tone of clear mockery, further provoking the wolf's anger.

"I'll have you hang! I'll have you hanging from your fucking BALLS from a lamp post in the shittiest alley in the farthest corner of the kingdom!" Lord Gregor pretty much shouted as he kept struggling. After a few more minutes of effort, the wolf sagged against the chair, resigning against his bonds for the moment as he panted from all the effort.

Despite being well into his forties, Lord Gregor still possessed an impressive physique. A result of his habit of exercise and hunting, as he usually boasted about with wine. Yet, strong or not, no amount of muscle was a match for a set of thick rope work, especially when Alistair was the one tying them up, as Theo himself had already long since learned.

With his own attempts proving hopeless and with his insults towards Alistair thrown, Lord Gregor turned his head towards the wolf king sitting across him once more.

"Your majesty! What is the meaning of this?! Have him release me!" The wolf demanded.

Theo kept his eyes averted. His hand over the table curled into a tight fist and the effort the king was already making to suppress his own growling faltered. Theo grit his teeth, doing his best not to make any 'wrong' sounds. Still, try as he might, he couldn't bear to look Gregor in the eyes, but he had to say something. Something to explain this blatant betrayal.

Theo opened his muzzle to speak, but Alistair spoke first.

"The king isn't going to help you," the fox explained. Theo tightened his fists even further, but bit his tongue and let the fox speak in his place.

"What do you mean?!" Gregor's eyes hadn't left the king. "Are you betraying me, Theodar?! I've been a loyal servant to the wolf kingdom from the day I was fucking BORN! I served your FATHER!"

It was more than Theo could handle. He had to do something, he had to-

"He's not betraying you," Alistair said, shaking his head. The merciful words made even Theo himself look at the sly fox. Alistair was, as always, grinning. He clearly took immense pleasure in the situation. Theo tensed up as he saw the fox starting to walk towards him.

"You see, our king here is not betraying you because he doesn't even have the power to do so," the fox continued. Standing by Theo's side, Alistair placed a paw upon the king's shoulder. Theo remained tense, stiff and motionless as the fox's hand lightly rubbed his shoulders. The king was clad in his noble attire: a shirt and vest sewed with the colors of the kingdom. Alistair's paw was strong enough to massage the wolf's shoulder in a way that was felt even through the thick fabric. It felt good, or it would, were it anyone else doing it.

"What is that supposed to mean?!" Gregor asked, still fuming. The question was, obviously, posed towards Theo and not the fox. Gregor was never one to interact with servants in the first place. Theo, however, remained quiet...

"It means we, the true rulers of this kingdom, finally deemed you worthy of knowing the truth." Alistair's voice was just dripping with absolute amusement while Theo, on the other hand, lowered his head in shame as the fox continued. "King Theo here is just a puppet. A toy. He had no say in inviting you here today just as he has no say in, well... anything, really."

Alistair's hand trailed up over Theo's well-groomed mane. The fox ruffled it playfully just behind his ears, ruining its careful combing and even displacing the golden royal crown that sat snuggly between King Theo's pointy ears.

"What is he saying? Your majesty? Theodar?!"

Theo grit his teeth harder.

"Go on, your majesty. Tell him. Tell him that foxes rule now, and wolves are their bitches." Alistair gave the back of Theo's head a small tap to spur him on.

Theo forced himself to look up at Gregor, to meet his eyes. Of all the humiliations Alistair had inflicted upon him, Theo liked to think sometimes that he was building resistance to them. That he wasn't letting them affect him so much anymore. Yet, every single time the wolf king thought he was getting used to enduring it, Alistair found, without fault, a new way to make his face and ears burn with deep humiliation.

And he had done it again. This was, perhaps, the worst one of them all so far.

The words were stuck on Theo's throat, but he forced them out.

'Keep the appearance...'

"I am sorry, Gregor..." Theo started, his voice heavy with the weight of both his shame and guilt. "There was no choice. They won. Please, it will be easier to all of us if you can just unders-"

"Nuh-uh!" Alistair cut him, holding up a finger next to Theo's muzzle. "Those are not the words I told you to say, are they?"

Theo looked at Alistair. His ears fell back no matter how much he was trying to keep them upwards. His face grew even hotter, the inside of his ears burning. With his eyes, the king pleaded silently so that the fox would not make him say that, but in Alistair's expression, he found, as usual, no mercy. Only amusement and delight.

Frowning, Theo lowered his eyes again and sighed once more.

"The foxes rule now..." Theo said out loud, gritting his teeth. His eyes grew wet of pure shame, but Alistair's gaze was upon him. A moment of silence paired over the large royal dining room. All sets of eyes were upon Theo, wondering what he was going to do, judging him...

'Be submissive...'

Theo closed his eyes. "...And wolves are their bitches."

Alistair's grin grew wide as the king said the words, but Gregor's loud growling was what took over the room.

"PREPOSTEROUS!" The wolf yelled. "How can you say that?! How can you have fallen so low?! What the FUCK happened?!"

Alistair giggled. Theo's ears fell further backward in shame.

"Your father would die in shame if he could see you now! Never in his life would he allow a FOX of all things to even TALK to him without the utmost respect, let alone MAKE him do anything! NO PROPER WOLF WOULD! GUARDS!"

Gregor shouted towards the door as loud as he could.

"GUARDS! HELP!"

Alistair just giggled. "You really think the wolven guards will help you? I'm sorry to disappoint you, but the guard for this whole floor has been dismissed. No one will hear you."

Lord Gregor's raging glare focused on Alistair. The wolf started a new barrage of outraged insults and Theo's ears fell further down. The lupine retainer's wrath was directed at both him and Alistair. The wolf struggled against his bonds, overtaken by rage, and when Gregor started shouting obscenities about where foxes really belong and what they should be doing, Theo grew worried.

Alistair simply raised his paw amidst the shouting. The two foxes standing behind Gregor's chair stood at attention at that.

"He's too noisy for my tastes. Muzzle him."

Gregor let out a raging growl. "HOW DARE YOU EVEN-" he started, but one of the foxes came from behind to clamp the wolf's muzzle shut. Gregor thrashed and struggled, but the fox held his muzzle still while the other one wrapped a thick, black leather muzzle over the wolf's snout and face. With nothing but a hole for his nose, the strong leather kept Gregor from opening his muzzle when it was tightly secured behind his head. The enraged wolf shook his head back and forth violently as if it would somehow dislodge the thing, but it was too firmly attached.

Theo could barely stand to watch. He had experienced the same thing far too many times as well. With Lord Gregor's yelling reduced to a series of low growls and muffled sounds, Alistair happily hummed as he made his way back to the bound wolf.

"Now that you know the truth, how do you feel?" Alistair asked. He placed a paw upon Gregor's shoulder just like he did with Theo, but Gregor, unlike the king, glared up at the fox and did his best to pull away from it. The wolf, however, couldn't. With his arms tied behind the chair and his legs tied to the chair's legs, all the wolf could do was let out muffled growls and protests while, at best, making the chair scratch the floor as it pulled an inch away from the fox due to his efforts. Alistair had no trouble keeping him still.

"I see..." the fox continued, feigning disappointment. "You see, if you hadn't sent all those letters complaining about foxes... if you hadn't come here, time and time again, to torture me by making me pretend to be the king's steward while you blabbered about how 'unfair' the fox treaty is... maybe you would still be living in your blissful ignorance. Back in your large estate with your wife and your sons living the entitled, rich wolf life that none of you dirty mutts really deserve..."

Gregor grunted. Even from afar, Theo could see that Alistair's paw was squeezing hard on his shoulder.

"But, no! You had to make such a fuss! I insisted and insisted with the council that you were brought here and now, they finally agreed to my request. You, Lord Gregor Lycan, loyal retainer and supporter of the wolf crown, are one of the lucky chosen few to know the truth!"

Alistair pretty much squealed with excitement as he made his declaration. Turning to the two other foxes that still stood nearby, he waved his hand towards them.

"You two are dismissed. I can handle the initial treatment myself."

The two foxes nodded in obedience and promptly turned to leave. Alistair didn't move until the heavy doors to the fancy doors leading to the royal dining room stopped creaking. The heavy sound of them closing was followed by the heavy thud of a lock being turned and then... silence.

"MMMFGH!" Gregor yelled through his muzzle. His angry eyes focused on Alistair for a moment, but then he looked at Theo again as if pleading for help. Urging the other wolf in the room to help him somehow.

But Theo couldn't. If only he could understand...

"Now, for the preparations..." Alistair grinned. Still humming and pretty much sauntering, the small, lithe fox leaned in towards the table and took hold of Gregor's knife that rested near his finished plate. Seeing the fox grip the sharp tool made both Theo and Gregor tense up.

Alistair, however, kept his usual casual and playful demeanor. The fox dared sit on Gregor's lap, an act that had the older wolf growling as loud as he could through his muzzle and helplessly trying to move to shove the fox away, but bound tightly as he was, Alistair barely felt it.

"Now now..."

That struggle stopped when Alistair brought the knife up. He lifted it and pointed it towards Gregor's chest. The wolf froze in place, eyes fixated on the knife, and to that even Theo stood up.

"Alistair!" The king finally spoke, standing up. "You promised you would not hurt him!"

The fox stopped but remained where he was. Sitting on Gregor's lap, knife raised up and pointing at the bound wolf's chest. The small fox merely glanced back at Theo, but he had a displeased look on his face that made the king's blood freeze.

"Sit down," Alistair simply ordered.

Theo hesitated. The wolf grit his teeth and suppressed a growl. Every instinct in his being was telling him to go over there, to knock that knife off Alistair's hand and help Gregor! The older wolf was his servant, part of his kingdom, it was his responsibility to protect him! He had-

"I won't say it again," Alistair spoke.

The look that the fox gave Theo had the king's tail involuntarily curling between his legs. Theo struggled with his own feelings for a few more moments, but...

'Be broken...'

With a dissatisfied growl, Theo slowly sat back down on his chair. The king kept both his fists over the table, but his arms trembled with the urge to act.

To his obedience, Alistair smiled. "Good boy," the fox mused. "It offends me, really. We have spent so much time together, your majesty, and yet you still think I would taint such a fine wolf with something as foul as blood..."

Alistair leaned in against Gregor. The bound wolf growled more and seemed positively disgusted to have the fox lean in against his chest while, at the same time, keeping an eye on the knife that Alistair still held. Gregor could do nothing to keep Alistair from nuzzling at his neck, though. Seeing the sight from afar, Theo could see how much Alistair looked like nothing but a harmless lover when he did such things, but the fox was anything but.

"I just want to get him ready. The wine I gave him should be working by now. We're gonna have to see for ourselves..."

Alistair brought the knife closer. With one paw, he pressed Gregor's shoulder to keep him steady against the back of the chair. Both wolves tensed up as the sharp knife neared Gregor's neck, but all Alistair did with it was press against the neck of the wolf's shirt, then with a violent and precise cut, the fox ripped half of Gregor's shirt in half.

Gregor's fur was unlike Theo's regular gray. The older wolf's fur was almost entirely black and well-groomed. The wolf's chest was broad, another testament to his physique, and setting the knife aside, Alistair used his own paws to rip more of the wolf's shirt in order to expose it further.

It heaved. Gregor's breathing was loud and heavy through his nose, the only thing the leather muzzled allowed. It was clear that the wolf thought the fox was going to hurt him, but as Alistair placed a paw upon his chest and caressed it, Gregor didn't relax. If anything, he tensed up further. His struggle against the firm bonds resumed as his growling outrage returned upon being touched by the fox.

"I've always loved big, strong wolves..." Alistair said. His paw moved on Gregor's chest, feeling him up. Theo could pretty much feel the fox's gentle and confusing touch himself. He had been in Gregor's place many times. Too many times. And knowing that he was subjecting the other wolf to it...

It was almost too much. Theo couldn't bear to look, so he turned his head away and closed his eyes shut.

It was one thing for Alistair to do all of that to him, but to one of his subjects? What kind of king was he if he allowed that? So far, Theo had endured everything he had endured by telling himself it was to protect the other wolves, but now...

He had to act. He couldn't let Alistair do that, and yet...

Theo's hand curled into a fist gripped itself so tight that the wolf could feel his own claw tips pressing uncomfortably against his own pads. He needed to act, he needed to do something, but if he did... all his effort so far would be for nothing.

'You must keep the appearance. Be submissive. Be broken.'

Those words resonated inside his mind. It had been about three months since, after that fateful night, Theo finally managed to take a step forward towards fighting back against the foxes. Or, at least, against Alistair. He had convinced Cadwin, the fox that had tormented him before Alistair and now suffered under his merciless paw as well, to help him.

And yet, after months, Cadwin had not done anything just yet. A month after their deal, when Alistair had deemed it 'fun' to bind Theo and Cadwin face-to-face together by their necks and by their... testicles, the wolf king had finally managed the privacy to talk to the fox in whispers without feeling like he might be risking the operation.

At that moment, Cadwin had assured him that he was working on it. The words echoed in Theo's head. They had been following him ever since that day. As he endured each of Alistair's cruel trials and unfair punishments, the words Cadwin had said to him that night repeated inside his head like a mantra. A mantra of hope, despite the contents of said words.

"You must be patient," Cadwin had said. "If we act too soon, if we leave even the slightest opening, they will find out, and that will be the end of both of us."

Theo understood that. The foxes had eyes and ears everywhere. They knew details that Theo would have deemed impossible for them to know.

"I will find the right opportunity to get rid of him," Cadwin continued, "in a way that does not compromise either of us."

The wolf king had so many questions to ask, but the moments they could talk while being sure that neither Alistair nor anyone else was listening were rare. Cadwin had told him that, should Alistair even suspect they had been talking to each other on friendly terms, the sly fox could suspect something and take measures against it. Alistair was nothing if not careful and the care he lacked, the foxes surrounding him had. The sounds of the cruel fox humming in the hallway had come too soon that day.

"Until I can act," Cadwin whispered in a hurry, "you must keep the appearance. Be submissive. Be broken. Make him believe it."

The look Cadwin had given him at that moment was etched into Theo's mind as much as his words. Even bound as they were, pretty much hugging each other and with the obscenity of their forced erections pressed together, Theo had seen the look of serious determination in Cadwin's eyes as he uttered his last words right before Alistair entered the room again.

"There is only going to be one chance. Do not screw this up, wolf."

The memory flashed before Theo's eyes for the thousandth time. It was a particularly outraged groan from Gregor that shook Theo away from his thoughts.

"DDHMMTF TTHMCCHM MMHH!!" The wolf yelled. When Theo looked up, Gregor was struggling and pulling against his bindings more forcefully than before. The old wolf huffed, his eyes brimming with furry towards the lithe little fox that still sat on his lap even as he struggled.

Gregor's shirt was completely gone now. The wolf's chest, shoulders and stomach were all bare. Following Gregor's furious gaze and judging by Alistair's giggling, it wasn't too hard to guess why the bound wolf was so angry.

"Look at that... it's aching for freedom!" Alistair said with a giggle. From across the table, Theo couldn't see what was happening below Gregor's waistband, but given the way Alistair's hands were moving down there, the fox's abusive touching had clearly gotten to the next level.

"FFHMMFGG!" Gregor continued to yell in outrage. The older wolf's ears lowered themselves in shame even if his eyes still spelled murder.

"Don't worry," Alistair started while his hand still moved back and forth down there with casual care. "Right now, you're a misguided wolf. You think you're still a rich, entitled predator. Soon enough, you'll go through our training, and then you will understand the true hierarchy of things."

"HMMFGH!" Gregor growled in response.

Then, much to Theo's dismay, Alistair looked at him.

"Your king understands it, so what makes you think you won't?"

"HHMMF HMFGH DDHSSMMGGHMF!" Gregor growled. His angry eyes focused on Theo for a moment showing that, unfortunately, Theo was part of the cause for his wrath.

"How about we show him, your majesty?"

The king's heart sank at that question. He had been holding to a vain hope that it would not come to that, but he knew Alistair well and there was no way the fox would waste an opportunity to humiliate him further. Still...

"Please, Alistair." Theo tried to keep a respectful tone, at least. "I would rather just-"

"Come over here," Alistair said, cutting him off with obvious little care about what Theo wanted to say. The fox leaned in towards Gregor's chest smiling and still acting like a cuddling lover.

Theo hesitated for a moment. His mind raced trying to find an escape route. Anything that would allow him to not go through with this ordeal, but there was nothing. There was no escape. Afraid of Alistair's ire, Theo pushed his chair back to stand up...

"No," Alistair said still without even looking at the king. "On all fours. From under the table."

Theo looked at the fox half-expecting him to be joking. Even Gregor, bound as he was, seemed surprised by the request. He kept his face as far from the fox hugging him as possible, but his eyes settled down on Theo watching if he was actually going to obey such an order.

The king had little choice. He avoided Gregor's gaze and frowned heavily. Theo repeated Cadwin's words in his head as he forced himself to go down on all-fours on the floor.

'You must keep the appearance. Be submissive. Be broken. Make him believe it.'

The only sounds in the room were Gregor's constant growling, Theo's blunt claws as they scraped the marble flooring when as crawled under the table towards the other side, and Alistair's giggling of delight as he obeyed. Theo felt his face growing hot as he down the long table like a feral dog.

As the other side approached, the king got a good look at Gregor's legs tied to the chair's legs. The other wolf's footpaws curled back and forth in distress and the muscles of his legs tensed up every now and then as he pulled against the restraints again and again. The reason for that was made obvious as well if it wasn't before.

The bulge in Gregor's pants was completely visible. A clear outline of a lupine-shaped cock still stuck inside his pants but going down his right thigh. Even the larger bulb of his knot was visible. Above that, Alistair's hand held a firm grip of the outline of his member and, over his pants, the fox was caressing and stroking the outline of the wolf's length. His paw went back and forth, the grip looking firm yet gentle, teasing the wolf's unwilling malehood in an all too familiar way.

Whatever Alistair had put in Gregor's wine must have been strong for him to be in that state despite the situation he was in. Theo's ears lowered themselves instinctively. The king had plenty of experience with Alistair's 'enhancing' drugs as well. An unwanted memory of the night Alistair had prepared a 'wine tasting' for him and, in each different wine, the fox had put a different kind of drug. Some of them had made Theo feel more aroused than he ever thought possible, while at the same time, the others...

No. It wasn't the time for such thoughts. Arriving on the other side of the table, Theo remained on his knees with the uncomfortable sight of Alistair groping one of his retainers right in front of him.

"Oh Lord Gregor, you have no idea how long I waited to set up this playdate between you and your king!" Alistair sounded genuinely excited as he spoke. "You've been foolishly sending those angry letters of yours and every time I read one, my heart ached more for the moment we'd finally be together. In a way, they were kind of like love letters, don't you think?"

"FHCCHMTH YYHMGH!" Gregor spat. He jerked his shoulder forward in a feeble attempt to push Alistair away, but the fox clung to him without minding it.

Theo maintained a stern expression. Even if he couldn't keep neither his ears nor his head raised high due to the shame of his display and the torture the fox was inflicting upon his subject. His friend, in a way, or at least his father's old friend.

"Do you want a show?" Alistair raised his muzzle all the way to Gregor's splayed ear to ask in what could be called a 'seductive' voice. "I think you would enjoy it. You're certainly in the mood..."

Theo could see Alistair squeezing Gregor's cock through his pants right at the knot. The old wolf groaned at that even if his growling didn't cease. The kneeling king also noticed that a stain could be seen growing on Gregor's pants. As a wolf, Theo could pick up the signs. Though Gregor's eyes showed nothing but rage and indignation... his lowered ears, the curled tip of his tail by the side of the chair... They showed something Theo was familiar with as well. Shame. Shame over what he was feeling, or rather, was being made to feel by the devious fox's cursed paws.

"Your majesty," Alistair said, making Theo stiffen, "strip for your friend, please."

Theo's frown grew. He opened his muzzle to speak against it, but Alistair needed little more than a look to dissuade him from protesting. The wolf king grit his teeth. His hands curled into fists again. Frustration over his powerlessness overcame him. He was the king! He was supposed to have all the power... but he didn't. And now Gregor would see that.

Reluctantly, Theo took the crown from his head and placed it upon the table by his side. Then, avoiding both wolf and fox's eyes, he started taking his vest out...

"Actually, you know what?" Alistair said, making the wolf stop in his tracks. A trail of hope that Alistair would change his mind grew in Theo's heart. He didn't dare hope that the fox would simply walk away and stop his torture, but maybe... Maybe at least he'd send Theo away. So he wouldn't have to take part in all of that.

That was not to be, though.

"I like seeing you wolves all fancied up like that. Keep the top and vest. Take only the pants off and give them to me." Alistair extended his paw after the order, waiting.

Theo suppressed a growl but forced himself to nod in obedience. The king undid the laces of his pants, opening it and feeling a pang of embarrassment rise within him as he tried to be unceremonious when pushing both his pants and undergarments down. He remained kneeling for it, so he had to get it past one knee at a time before he could pull the garments off from his hindpaws. With his head hung low and a deep frown, Theo handed his pants to the fox. Standing on his knees with his bottom bare was an even more humiliating experience to the wolf. Theo avoided looking down at the way his sheath lay bare between his legs and furry balls hung low between his kneeling self.

"Very good. Good boy," the fox cooed, then he turned to Gregor. "See? You made such a fuss about me cutting out your shirt and your king hands me his pants just because I asked."

Alistair giggled, then threw Theo's pants away to the side of the room. The fox's eyes shifted back to the king.

"Hmmm... it's missing something, though. Ah, I know!"

Leaning in from Gregor's lap, Alistair picked up the king's crown from the table and carefully placed it on top of Theo's head again, nestling it with care between the wolf's ears.

"There! A king must wear his crown, right? It makes it all the more official."

Theo grit his teeth harder to avoid letting out a growl. He was supposed to appear broken and submissive, but it was becoming harder and harder to endure Alistair's humiliation. The crown was a symbol of his authority, not something to be worn while performing depraved acts of...

"I think we've had enough appetizers. It's time to move on to the main course," Alistair started again. The fox gave Lord Gregor's trapped cock one last squeeze before he leaned in to grab his knife from the table again. "Now, just like before... I recommend you stay still. I know you like to struggle, but you wouldn't want me cutting anything I'm not supposed to cut, right?"

"Mmmgffh!" Gregor let out a huff of indignation from his nose.

"It'll take but a moment!"

As usual, Alistair hummed happily while he brought the knife's tip right against Gregor's ribs. That did make the bound wolf freeze. Kneeling in front of them, Theo had an up and close view of how Alistair purposely teased Gregor with the sharp tip of the knife against his fur before even grabbing the waistband of his pants right below it.

The fox cut the fabric slowly. The knife was sharp and had no problem slicing through the delicate fabric, especially once the first threads were undone. The fox purposely sliced the wolf's pants making a trail right over where Gregor's drug-induced erection was. Theo could see the bound wolf tensing up, his breathing quickened while fox cut the pants constricting his erection with the knife so very close to it. Alistair clearly knew how to cut it, though. When the wolf's cock finally sprang free, it bounced up to stand proud from the bound wolf's now exposed sheath, but it didn't touch the knife's sharp edge.

Gregor let out a sigh of relief through his nose. Alistair, however, kept cutting the wolf's pants away. He had to stand up from Gregor's lap, but when he was done? With a quick tug, Alistair pulled the last rags of what had once been Gregor's expensive pants from between his rear and the chair.

And just like that, Gregor was now bound to the dinner table's chair completely and utterly naked. And not just naked...

Theo could see Gregor's ears splayed. He knew without a doubt that they were burning in embarrassment just as he did so many times from being there at the mercy of a fox and completely erect from it. No matter how forced the erection was, it didn't change the fact that it was there.

"Look at that!" Alistair said with a giddy voice. He hurried to jump back on Gregor's lap, although he kept himself a little farther from the wolf's center now as to let the bound wolf's erection free. The first thing Alistair did, however, was of course grab it.

Gregor growled in response. The wolf pulled hard against the ropes keeping him still as if in warning, but there was nothing he could do.

"It's beautiful! It looks rather delicious, I must admit! No wonder you have so many sons. Your wife back at home must really love playing with this. Wouldn't you agree, your majesty?"

Theo had been keeping his eyes off to the side. He wished to avoid staring at Gregor's shame, but when Alistair spoke to him, the king knew all too well what the fox wanted. He wanted him to look.

Reluctantly, Theo shifted his gaze up towards them.

It stood pretty much at eye-level with the kneeling king. Theo had not seen too many male wolf cocks in his life, but Gregor's was indeed impressive as far as he imagined male wolf could go. It had a deep red coloring and, upon looking at it, Theo imagined Alistair must have fed him one of the stronger 'wines' indeed. It wasn't just hard. It bulged, throbbing with veins protruding from the side all along its length from the base all the way to the tapered, leaking tip at the top. Alistair's hand caressed it, gently stroking it with just a few fingers in its midsection. The most impressive part was at the base, though.

Gregor's knot was larger than Theo's own. An intimidatingly large bulb of flesh bulged out from Gregor's sheath. It too had a veiny, bright red surface that glistened as Gregor's pre-cum slid down the length from the tip all the way down to its angry base.

"Are you going to let a mere subject have the upper hand on the king of wolves, your majesty?" Alistair asked, distracting Theo from the sight and having him shift his eyes to the fox. Wherever Alistair was going, it couldn't be good, so Theo's frown returned.

"What?"

"Well, our friend here is showing off his assets so well and you, on the other hand..." The fox nodded down towards the kneeling wolf's crotch. "Aren't you eager to let yours come out to play as well?"

Theo grit his teeth, lowered his head and looked away.

"Hmm? You're not?" Alistair feigned disappointment. "Aww! And here I thought you'd be eager for the opportunity to use your paw and show off! I was about to ask you to get yourself up to Greggy here's... excitement level."

The use of that nickname made Gregor growl, huff and jerk towards Alistair in outrage.

"I'll give you a choice this time! Would you like to paw yourself off?"

Though the king's shame and embarrassment burned high within him, Theo's ears couldn't help but perk up at that question. He looked up at Alistair to try and judge if the fox was serious or if it was a trick, but Alistair kept a charming, innocent smile that someone that didn't know him could even mistake for one of kindness.

What was he offering? The opportunity to use his paw and jerk off? Right there? To humiliate himself in front of Gregor like an obedient puppy? The thought of it made Theo's face burn even brighter, but on the other hand...

The king looked down at his sheath. The pink tip of his member emerged from it from the mere thought of having his paw wrapped around his erection.

Sixty-seven days. Theo knew in his head how long it had been since the last time Alistair had allowed him to shoot his seed. That was mostly because, every night that the fox wanted to play with him, usually with it involving teasing and edging him, Alistair reminded him how long it had been. That was always the case with Alistair, Theo found. An unknown period of tortuous, terrible edging that drove him to the border of madness built up to a humiliating event where Theo would, without a doubt, not enjoy getting to finally orgasm.

Theo realized there and then, this was the event. Alistair was going to make him jerk himself off to completion in front of Gregor and, knowing the fox, maybe make him lap his own seed from the floor or something. The images of that going through his head filled Theo with an outburst of both shame and indignation. Alistair wanted to humiliate him in front of Gregor. He expected Theo to be eager to masturbate! That explained the hours of teasing his cock with a feather while he the wolf was bound to his bed the previous night!

The wolf looked up at Alistair. He couldn't do much to deny the fox, but this he could do. He shook his head.

"I would... rather not," the king said. He tried to keep the defiance out of his voice as best as he could.

Alistair, however, didn't seem caught off-guard for even a second. In fact, his smile only widened.

"I see. Then perhaps we can just have you watch for a little while indeed." The fox's hand gripped Gregor's cock a little harder, eliciting another threatening growl with no weight behind it from the bound wolf. Alistair only gave it a few small strokes before he stopped, though.

"Oh, but if you're only going to watch, your majesty, at least have a drink." Alistair smiled down at him. Theo knew that smile.

"What?"

The fox hopped off Gregor's lap. Humming to himself, Alistair went to the table, grabbed the bottle of wine sitting near Gregor's plate alongside the wolf's used cup and started filling it up.

Theo, of course, knew what was in that wine. It was the very thing that made Gregor's cock remain pulsing there by his side with pre-cum still coming from his tip even without anyone touching it. Even with him bound against his will to a chair with everyone seeing his shame. Theo had experienced that before, and he knew the experience of ingesting that drug all too well...

Alistair filled the cup to the brim with wine. Then, with half of a mocked bow, he lowered it towards the kneeling king.

"Here. Drink all of it."

Theo looked down at it but didn't take the cup. "This is the wine you spiked to torture Gregor!"

Alistair just smiled. "As I mentioned, I did add a little bit of something to it, yes."

"And you expect me to just drink it knowing that?!"

For a moment, Alistair's smile faded. The fox's stare darkened for just a moment, but it was enough for Theo to lower his ears in response.

"I do, your majesty, because it is me who is offering. You will either drink this cup or I will make you drink the entire content that is left on the bottle before I put you in for some special punishments."

Hearing Alistair utter the word 'punishment' filled Theo with a dread he did not care to admit. Unwillingly, the wolf lowered his eyes before he even knew it. Theo grit his teeth cursing the fox in his head, but he had no choice but to reach for the cup to take it from the fox's hand.

Before he could, however, Alistair pulled it away.

"Wait! I forgot one thing!"

With his other hand, Alistair grabbed hold of Gregor's throbbing cock in one swift move. The bound wolf groaned as his cock was roughly handled. The fox pulled it forward, slid his hand down towards the base closer to the wolf's knot... and brought the cup right under its tip.

It only took one dextrous squeeze from Alistair's hand for Gregor to huff through his nose and growl again. His cock, however, reacted right away. It pulsed and, from its tip, a thick droplet of pre-cum came... and fell right into the filled cup of wine beneath it.

"There we go!" Alistair giggled, letting Gregor's cock bounce back and slap his stomach while lowering the cup back to Theo. "Now you can drink it. I don't want to see a single drop left!"

The wolf king had to suppress a growl. He glanced up to Gregor to see the other wolf looking down at him with a frown, then his eyes went to the cup. Theo found that he had to keep his muzzle from opening to show teeth given the outrage of what Alistair was doing, but while he hesitated...

"You still don't want it? How about this... either you drink it and do as I say, oooor..."

Alistair opened a sinister smile.

"Or I will feed this and the rest of the bottle to Greggy here, finish having my fun with you both, and after that, I'll send you to your room and follow, bringing... let's see... maybe some wax candles, ice, the big paddle, the balls paddle, the spiked-"

"No, no!" Theo interrupted the fox. His ears had gone and splayed themselves again. Each of the instruments Alistair listed brought a fresh memory of a different night of torture under the hands of the fox. The threat of punishment...

"I will drink it," Theo announced. He dare not look at Gregor out of shame. Besides, he was supposed to pretend to collaborate anyway, as hard as it was...

The king took the full cup from the fox's hand. Alistair continue to grin and stare intently at the kneeling king even if his hand returned to Gregor's cock to idly tease and stroke the other wolf's dick. It made Gregor start a new wave of muffled complaints and vain struggling.

Theo still hesitated. Drinking that meant several hours of lust-driven hell. And pent-up as he knew he was...

"Every single drop, or else..." Alistair warned.

Theo's ears twitched but remained low. The king took a quick deep breath, steeled himself, brought the cup to his lips... and started drinking.

The wolf made a face as he gulped down the wine in bulk. Theo was sure that it was only in his head, but after seeing Alistair drop the other wolf's pre-cum into the drink, he could swear it tasted saltier as it passed over his tongue. Theo had no intention of tasting it much, though. Within seconds, the entire cup of wine was drained.

"Mmmfgh!" Gregor huffed in protest. Alistair, on the other hand, went as far as clapping.

"Very good! Very good! Now, I believe we made our guest wait long enough. We should give him some attention as well..."

The fox sat back on Gregor's lap, crossing his legs, and leaned in against the bound wolf's neck again. Alistair trailed a finger around the very tip of Gregor's still throbbing cock making the angry wolf growl in response.

"We are going to work together on this," Alistair announced. "A king and his steward. Say, Greggy, did you think you were going to get this pampered by your king when you stepped into the castle today? I bet you didn't! Not many people do. I mean, look at him!"

Alistair let go of Gregor's cock and reached up to the bound wolf's muzzle. Holding it from both sides, he directed Gregor's head to look down towards Theo no matter how much the bound wolf huffed and grunted in protest while trying to pull away from the fox's hand.

In the end, Gregor resigned to fixating his eyes on the kneeling king as Alistair wanted.

Theo's ears remained low.

"You see this? The king of wolves! ...Kneeling on the floor, next to the table like a feral. Look at how beautiful his crown is. Look at how his expensive vest, obviously custom-tailored to fit his broad chest, looks on him! I guess we cannot appreciate his pants since he wears none, but we can appreciate his... other traits..."

Alistair licked his lips. Gregor let out muffled complaints, but his eyes remained fixated on Theo. The king felt his shame rising by the second.

"Such masculinity, don't you agree? A healthy wolf king, with a plump sheath and a heavy set of balls between his legs. The pride of any wolf, of course! But, unfortunately... the king of wolves doesn't get to use it much."

Theo couldn't help but growl softly. Why did Alistair have to do this? Wasn't it enough that he was made to drink that fucking spiked wine? Theo could feel a rush of heat rising inside him. Was it the wine's effect already? Or was it just in his head because he knew he had drunk it?

"Say, your majesty," Alistair continued, "why don't you tell Lord Gregor when was the last time you spilled your royal seed?"

Theo lowered his head. His growling grew louder against his will. Alistair was going too far.

'You must keep the appearance. Be submissive. Be broken.'

Cadwin's words echoed in his head again. Fucking hell! It was easy for Cadwin to say things like that when he wasn't the one that had to act on it!

"Well, your majesty? If you don't tell him, I will, and I remember all the details that I'm sure he would looooooooove to-"

"No!" Theo said, stopping the fox, even if he knew that said much already. The king grit his teeth and lowered his head again, but he knew Gregor was still staring at him.

"Sixty-seven days ago..." Theo muttered.

"What was that? I couldn't hear it..." Alistair teased.

Theo glared up at the fox. "Sixty-seven days ago," the wolf repeated, trying to muster up and salvage some semblance of kingly appearance by at least keeping his voice firmer.

"Oh my word! Has it been that long?! I didn't even know wolves could hold that much in their balls!" Alistair chuckled. "So tell me, why haven't you spilled your seed in sixty-seven days, your majesty?"

Theo's eyes narrowed. What did Alistair want him to say? Fuck that fox. The king looked at Gregor, but he knew that his image before the wolf was already destroyed.

"...Because you haven't allowed it," Theo responded dutifully, much to his distaste.

"Exactly! But today, you'll get a chance. If you're good, at least. If not, well... then I'll still enjoy hearing you beg again until the drug wears off."

Theo grit his teeth. Alistair giggled with excitement, then let go of Gregor's muzzle and started grinding himself against the bound wolf tormenting him further. Theo, on the other hand...

He was feeling hot. He was sure of it now. As he looked down at his sheath, he could see it starting to swell. The tip of his member showed and it wouldn't stop there. That heat translated to his loins, and he knew it was only just starting. Even now, being where he was, he already had a small urge to reach down and start jerking himself off. If Alistair didn't even let him cum...

The thought of it made his heart sink.

"Your majesty," Alistair spoke again, and Theo looked up. Alistair was all smiles, his arm clinging to Gregor's neck and his snout nuzzling the wolf's chin lovingly. Gregor growled and thrashed to fight against it, but Alistair had an easy time doing whatever he wanted in that position.

"You're going to help me make sure our special guest has a great time. Come closer."

The fox's hand that had been idly stroking Gregor's cock motioned for him to approach. With a heavy heart... Theo inched forward towards them. Alistair kept motioning for him to come closer and closer until the wolf's muzzle was just inches away from Gregor's towering cock.

"Good king..." Alistair cooed. The fox's paw reached forward to envelop Theo's snout. The wolf was sure he did it on purpose, because the fox made a petting motion, but enveloped his snout in a way that, when Theo breathed in, the heavy musk of Gregor's malehood that was already pairing in the air hit him even harder. Theo frowned at that.

That hand then reached further up to grab at the wolf king's mane by the side of his neck. Alistair grabbed a tuft of fur and gently pulled, guiding Theo's muzzle forward. The king's ears lowered themselves. The urge to pull back, to fight against it... it was so strong! He had to suppress it, though. He had to.

Theo's ears lowered themselves further and further as he was guided forward by Alistair's firm hand. The wolf king trembled, his hands resting against his thighs and curled into tight fists as the fox kept pulling him more and more...

Until Theo felt Gregor jerk and growl due to the fact that his cold nose had pressed right against the middle of the naked, bound wolf's balls. Theo held his breath, but Alistair pulled him yet a little further, making his nose sink between the fur of Gregor's sack.

It was humiliating beyond words.

"Breathe in. Take in your fellow wolf's scent, your majesty," Alistair ordered, and Theo's heart sank even further.

The wolf still held his breath. He knew he couldn't hold it forever, but it was better than the alternative, at least until the fox forced his hand. Closing his eyes, Theo took in a deep breath.

The scent of male wolf penetrated deep into Theo's sensitive nose. Alistair kept him there, his nose pressed against Gregor's balls and letting Theo breathe in and out a few times. Gregor shifted back and forth every now and then attempting to struggle away, but it didn't help. The rope work didn't leave him enough room to wiggle out of it. All that Gregor managed to do with all that struggling was make another droplet of pre-cum fall down... right above Theo's head. The king flinched when he felt it but otherwise stayed in place obediently.

"Good. Now give it a lick..." Alistair continued with a smile. "Be gentle to your loyal retainer."

Theo pressed his teeth together and suppressed his growling once more. He repeated Cadwin's words in his head a couple more times and prayed that damned fox would act soon. Then, with his thoughts moving on to cursing Alistair's existence, Theo forced his tongue to come out...

He gave Gregor's hefty balls a tentative lick.

"Mmmmfgh!!" Gregor complained from above. Theo tried to pretend he couldn't hear it. He could imagine the bound wolf's frustration.

"Keep licking, your majesty. As I said, we'll work together..." Alistair's hand slowly loosened the grip on his fur, then, when seeing Theo wasn't moving his head away, let go. The fox's cruel paw moved on to Gregor's cock again. It caressed it, teased it at the knot, then at its length, and then it wrapped itself around the wolf's throbbing cock to start to lightly pump it again.

Theo, on the other hand, hesitated. He wished he could be anywhere but there, between another male wolf's legs, but that was not the case. Gregor was back to his heavier struggling and complaining. Theo related a lot to what it felt like to be in that undesirable position and, worse yet... being forced to remain hard and erect for it as if there was some level of enjoyment coming out of it. The forced pleasure, the shame, the humiliation...

Theo closed his eyes for a second. He knew because he was feeling it too. Glancing down, the wolf king looked at his own cock. It was hard and erect already, much like Gregor's, protruding from his sheath proudly as if he too was enjoying any of that torment. On the inside, Theo felt the familiar feeling of burning. His lust, kindled by Alistair's drug, enhanced by a hundred times to the point where his cock was hard, his knot was forming, and he felt arousal beyond belief even barely being touched.

Theo, kneeling there, pressed his hands harder against his thighs. Not because of frustration this time, but to keep himself from moving them to his cock. He would be punished if he did. Well, that, and he did not wish for Alistair and Gregor to see him jerking himself off while being forced to lick his unwilling retainer's balls...

"Didn't I give you an order, your majesty?" Alistair asked. Theo snapped out of his thoughts and looked up to see the fox looking down at him while still masturbating Gregor idly. "Or are you already too aroused by all of this yourself to even comply?"

Gregor, even still huffing and growling, looked down at Theo after that accusation. The king looked away and shook his head, then inched closer to the chair hoping that Gregor couldn't see his erection from his point of view, drug or not.

Theo didn't want to answer, so instead, the next best thing was to... comply. The king leaned forward, almost pressing his nose against Gregor's balls again... and licked once more. The taste was very much not to his liking. It tasted... musky. Masculine. How could Alistair lick his balls at night for hours and look like he was enjoying the most delicious of feasts?

Gregor groaned, though. A groan loaded with frustration, but also with pleasure. Alistair giggled at that, then motioned for Theo to keep licking. The fox bent Gregor's cock forward a little bit and gave it a particularly strong jerk and squeeze. It caused pre-cum to drip down towards Theo's head again, a thick droplet almost hitting him in the eye while he used his tongue to forcefully please the other wolf's sack.

Alistair made him keep at it for a while. Gregor's struggling was high at the beginning, but as he began to tire himself off, his outraged growling shifted more and more towards... muffled moaning. Gregor quieted down to some extent, but as Alistair kept jerking him off and Theo was forced to continue to coat his balls with his saliva, soon the wolf was huffing for a different reason entirely.

Theo saw firsthand how wide Alistair's smile grew. The fox's hand slowed down. It kept pumping the wolf's cock, those dextrous fingers knowing just how to squeeze Gregor's large, veiny member. Above the knot, by its middle, then using his claws to tease the tip, until...

"Stop," Alistair ordered. Theo retreated his tongue and looked up just in time to see the fox giving the wolf's cock one last squeeze before opening his grip. Gregor's member throbbed, pulsing in the air as if it was about to erupt. The bound wolf himself had his eyes closed and ears downed, but after a few seconds of suddenly having no stimulation, his eyes opened again. Theo saw that they looked... desperate. Confused.

Gregor looked down at his own cock pulsing there with no further stimulation and let out a long sigh through his nose. Whether it was of relief or frustration, Theo could not tell. He suspected not even Gregor could, if his experience was any indication.

Alistair did nothing. The fox just sat there, on Gregor's lap, and started caressing the bound wolf's stomach. So close yet so far from his cock. Though Theo was relieved to not have to taste Gregor's balls anymore, the sight of it, of Gregor's cock throbbing there, of Alistair's soft hand teasing him...

Theo took a deep breath himself. He had to tell himself that this was not arousing. It was just the drug. Just the drug. Just the drug...

Then why was it that he could pretty much feel Alistair's hand on his cock? Fresh memories of how the fox so expertly jerked him off in his bed came back. The kneeling wolf swore he could almost feel it again. That soft touch, those squeezes right above, and sometimes at his knot...

Theo didn't want that. He hated that. Alistair teased him, humiliated him, and often left him hanging at the edge of despair much like he was doing to Lord Gregor right there and then, yet the drug...

It was becoming so hard not to reach down to his cock. Theo dared a glance down.

Between his legs, a small puddle of pre-cum had formed. His cock was there, fully hard, with even his knot fully formed at the base and just begging to be touched. It was only then that Theo realized he had been panting. His heart beat fast, his entire body felt like it was burning, he couldn't...

"Your majesty," Alistair idly called again, forcing Theo to quickly look up. He saw Alistair using a single finger to push Gregor's erect cock down towards him.

"Give it a lick. Right beneath the knot. Just one..."

Theo frowned. It was another male wolf's cock! He didn't want to lick it. And yet, even if Gregor's cock looked so different from his own, as he stared at it, his own throbbed. How good would a lick feel against his own member...

But he had no choice. Keeping his frown, Theo leaned forward, his nose almost pressing against the glistening surface of Gregor's cock... and Theo extended his tongue to give it a small lick right at the knot.

"Mmmmmmmmghhffff...!" Gregor groaned. Alistair's finger let go of the wolf's cock, which had it snapping back up to slap against Gregor's stomach, causing the wolf to groan again and his member to throb. Theo saw that the fur around Gregor's belly was completely matted with pre-cum and his cock was oozing more, adding to it, as it continued to pulse as if, again, it was about to shoot his load, but without further stimulation, nothing happened.

"Aren't you enjoying yourself?" Alistair asked while nuzzling the underside of Gregor's huffing muzzle. "I bet you didn't think you'd enjoy yourself too much here in the company of your king..."

Gregor glared down at Alistair and shook his head violently. "HMMFGH!"

The fox, however, just chuckled and then shifted his cruel gaze to the king.

"I think our guest is a bit tired. He needs a little bit of rest," the fox mused. "I have another idea. Stand up, your majesty."

The order made Theo's ears sink down all over again. Somehow, he had hoped that his condition would remain unseen, but of course, the fox wouldn't have that. Surely Gregor would know that it was the wine... just the wine.

Gritting his teeth and frowning, Theo pulled back and moved to stand up. For some reason, having his shirt and vest on while being completely naked from the waist down... it was as if it highlighted it. When the wolf stood, his member was right there, fully erect, and even avoiding their gaze Theo felt all eyes on his member that also pulsed in unwanted arousal.

Theo tensed up when he felt a paw brushing against his sensitive flesh.

"Very nice..." Alistair said while caressing the king's erection. Luckily, he seemed to content with a light tease. The fox gave Gregor's muzzled face a lick on the side that made the Lord growl and jerk away with indignation before Alistair stood up as well.

Theo forced himself to stand still, his cock pointing forward, even as he tensed up when he saw Alistair going around the chair to approach him. Though Theo had felt Alistair's touch more times than he could count, that small fox's dextrous fingers brushing against his side as Alistair went behind him still made the wolf king's hackles spike up behind his neck.

Alistair hugged him from behind, his arms enveloping the king's waist and his head coming from his side as both of the fox's paws settled on the king's thighs. Alistair massaged them, those skilled hands teasing the area around Theo's throbbing cock, but not quite touching it. It took a lot of self-control to keep his frown and composure, but even Theo couldn't help but huff through his nose as beads of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his member.

"I've been doing all your work for you, your majesty," Alistair finally said. Theo glanced back at him unsure of what he meant, but the fox was glad to explain it. "The king's steward entertaining the king's guest. That's not how it's supposed to be..."

Theo's frown deepened, but he said nothing. Alistair's hand reached up to his balls. One of them cupped the king's heavy sack, so full and pent-up. It made Theo draw in a sharp breath and hold it for a moment in order to remain still.

"It's about time you two share the affection," Alistair continued. His hands stopped teasing Theo's balls and, instead, settled on the wolf's hips. "Come on..."

Alistair gave Theo a small push. The wolf understood that it meant he was supposed to move. Following the fox's guidance reluctantly, Theo was made to step towards Gregor's chair, then the fox positioned him right in front of it. Alistair's hand came from behind to give the king's hard cock a small flicker which, in turn, sent droplets of pre-cum flying towards Gregor in a way that made him growl. The fox chuckled at that, but then let go of Theo entirely.

"Sit on his lap, face to face," Alistair ordered. Theo looked down at Gregor, then at the fox. If he sat there, that meant-

"Don't make me repeat myself again, your majesty..." the fox cooed in such a friendly tone, but Theo could detect all the threat behind it.

Taking a deep breath, the king tried to keep his eyes from meeting Gregor's as he moved to straddle the other wolf's bound form. Alistair helped with the positioning, much to Theo's dismay, so the king ended up with his thighs resting right over the other wolf's, his own legs even more spread as they sat there, both wolves face to face while at the same time...

Theo's ears flickered back to the awkwardness of feeling his own hard cock touching Gregor's. Both wolves, aroused as they were, had their erections pressed together in that position. Though Theo tried to stay a little to the back to avoid that at first, Alistair had promptly pushed him forward until both wolves' cocks were almost sandwiched between their stomachs. Their knots were constantly touching and both of their members throbbed together. Theo tried not to look down at it and, though Gregor huffed and growled in complaint, the other wolf's ears were also lowered in obvious shame and embarrassment for what they were being made to do.

"Very good! Isn't this nice?" Alistair asked, appearing from the side. The fox clapped his hands together in a silly gesture of appreciation. "And look at that!"

Theo's heart sank further when Alistair shamelessly reached between both wolves to grab at their cocks. Though the situation was infinitely uncomfortable for both wolves, Alistair did not seem to care about that in the least. With one hand, he held Gregor's cock at the base pointing straight up and, with the other, he grabbed Theo's cock... then pressed it right against Gregor's, underside against underside, in order to compare them.

"Look, your majesty! I think Lord Gregor should perhaps be the king!" The fox giggled. Theo held back a growl but, glancing down, he saw what Alistair meant. Gregor's cock was about an inch or two longer than his. Fully aroused as both of they were, Gregor's cock was just a tadbit... more engorged. A little longer, a little thicker, more veiny and of a darker red hue.

"And the knot, too!" Alistair continued. With one hand, he enveloped both wolves' cock and squeezed, pressing them together more firmly. Both wolves' knots were pressed together as well, bringing a groan from both of them. Gregor's knot was considerably thicker than Theo's own, growing larger at the base in a more bulbous form...

"Aren't you flattered, Lord Gregor? You're packing more than the king of wolves! I bet that's something you could boast about, huh?" Alistair laughed. "You can tell your wife you compared dicks and you won! Or maybe I should tell her?"

"HMMFGH!" Gregor's eyes went wide. He let out another muffled growl and shook his head.

"Heheheh! Don't worry! I'm just joking, of course! Your wife doesn't have to know about anything she doesn't have to. We'll make sure you don't feel very inclined to tell her ourselves."

The fox's hand pressing both wolves' cocks together didn't let go. In fact, as Alistair said that, that hand started trailing up their lengths, then back down, then up again... as it started stroking both cocks together.

Theo huffed. He hadn't gotten to feel a touch to his cock yet. He had been pent-up, edged, and now with that drug... It had been too long! As Alistair's hand sped up, stroking both wolves together in a steadier rhythm, the king had to close his eyes and hold back. Of all the ways to make him cum, there were few Theo could ever imagine that were less desirable than the situation Alistair had put him in this time.

And yet...

"Hmmfgh!" Gregor complained. Theo dared glance up at the other wolf. Gregor seemed outraged, as always, yet his breathing was heavy through his nose. As their cocks were pressed together, Theo could feel how it still oozed pre-cum. His did as well, much to his shame, and Alistair made full of use of both wolves' leaking fluids to make the stroking motions more fluid. That paw glided over the smooth surface of both wolves' cock in a way that had both of them wishing it wasn't so damn pleasurable.

"Curse that drug!" Theo thought as, even though the stroking hadn't even been happening for that long, even though he was forced to sit on his own male retainer's lap and getting jerked off alongside another male wolf...

He felt his climax already drawing close. It had just been too long! Alistair knew too well how potent that drug was! On that wine tasting night, the damned fox had made Theo cum seven times in a row until he was begging the fox to stop and, had Alistair not made Theo press ice against his own cock, the fox assured him that he would have been able to reach ten orgasms.

Gregor wasn't doing much better. Having been given the same drug and with the fox having already teased him before, the other wolf's cock was leaking like a broken faucet. Gregor huffed through his nose, each breath coming with a groan, and Alistair only sped up, stroking them, giggling, making both cocks throb against each other. Theo was close, very close, until-

That hand pulled away. Panting, Theo looked down. Their cocks were still pressed together and pulsing against each other, but without Alistair's firm hand and touch, there was not enough stimulation...

And Gregor's cock was throbbing as if it had been a second away from shooting again.

"Isn't this fun?" Alistair asked. Both wolves glared at him, but that seemed to make him even happier. "Your majesty, I would like you to lean in and give your retainer's muzzle a few licks. Show him how much you appreciate his service..."

Theo's frown deepened even further. Gregor, on the other hand, growled and pulled against the ropes while shaking his head.

"Alistair, please..." Theo asked, but the fox immediately shook his head.

"I will not have it! I would like to see you two making out now, please."

The damned fox was relentless. Theo swallowed down his hate for what Alistair was doing and told himself, for the millionth time, that he only had to obey it for the greater good. Even as he steeled himself, even as he looked at Gregor, whose eyes went wide when he met Theo's and saw that he was going to go through with it. The other wolf let out muffled growls and turned his head away to the side immediately, but there was no escape. If only he knew...

Theo leaned forward. Alistair cheered when he did.

"Yes! Oh, this is so hot! Be careful so that your crown doesn't fall off, your majesty!"

Somehow, the weight of the crown above his head made the whole thing all the more humiliating for Theo. He tried to ignore it as he kept leaning forward. His cock pressed harder against Gregor's and their chests almost touched as the king leaned in. Gregor pressed himself back against his chair, the wolf huffing and shaking his head in denial, but there was no stopping it. When that damned fox wanted something... there was no stopping it.

With much reluctance, Theo's muzzle reached Gregor's, then his tongue came out... and he gave Gregor's muzzle a lick. It tasted... like leather, of course, given the leather muzzle still wrapped over the other wolf's head. Gregor groaned in disgust as Theo did it, but Alistair clapped excitedly.

"Yes! Keep going! I want to see true passion between you two!"

Theo grimaced. The king too let out a groan and shot Gregor an apologetic look, but the other wolf only looked at him with the same disgust and outrage from before. With dismay, Theo forced his tongue out to give Gregor's muzzle another friendly lick. Then another, then another...

"Move down to his neck!" Alistair ordered. Theo's ears folded back even further, but with reluctance, he leaned further in so that he could direct his licking to Gregor's neck. The other wolf kept his head turned away, which exposed his neck for Theo to lick. As if they were actually lovers of some kind...

"Oh yes..." Alistair giggled. "Keep going..."

Theo did. As a lover, he kept licking Gregor's neck, his soft tongue caressing the other male's fur the same way Theo had actually done to ladies in a distant past. Except that, here, there were no perky breasts to move down to. There was only his very male retainer's broad chest. It made Theo uncomfortable beyond words, but as he thought things couldn't get any worse...

Theo himself groaned when he felt Alistair's firm grip returning to their cocks. The fox grabbed both again, stroking them together. Gregor's had actually softened ever so slightly with the whole ordeal, but as soon as the fox started teasing them, both wolves felt themselves growing fully hard against their wills again. Together, hard-on against hard-on, while Theo teased Gregor's neck, the fox masturbated them both, making the act so intimate against both of their wills.

And it worked. Theo hated it, he hated it so much, but it worked. The sexual tension, the hand on his cock, the massaging on his knot. Theo was a male wolf and, like any male, his instincts started speaking louder. As he licked Gregor's neck unwillingly, he found himself closing his eyes. The king pressed his muzzle against Gregor's scruffy neck. He didn't dare stop licking, lest Alistair might reprimand him, but without meaning to, his tongue grew a little faster. It pressed against the other wolf's neck a little stronger. A passion that Theo did not mean to indulge in grew on him as the fox brought him closer and closer to orgasm. The feeling of Gregor's hot member against his own, the way they were pressed together, the way they were both leaking pre-cum to slicken both lengths as Alistair's hand kept going and going, bringing jolts of pleasure that the wolf did not want to feel, but couldn't deny...

This time it was Theo that huffed. The king took in a sharp breath, burying his nose on Gregor's neck and almost embracing the bound wolf as he felt his pleasure rising. His peak approaching. His cock throbbed, his knot grew larger, his climax, so close, that for a blissful moment he forgot where he was, he forgot everything. There was just the heat of their bodies, the hand on his cock, the pleasure, it was-

...And it stopped. Theo let out an audible whine and humped forward, grinding his cock against Gregor's cock and bringing a groan from the other wolf, but Alistair's hand came to his hip and, when he tried to thrust forward again, he couldn't. The fox held him back and, in a split second, Theo himself realized what he was doing and stopped. A new rush of heat came up to his face and he quickly withdrew his face from Gregor's neck. He had been almost embracing the other wolf...

"Always so eager, your majesty," Alistair teased. The tip of his claw came to the side of Theo's cock and, much to his shame, that was enough to make him let out a soft moan, but Alistair knew. That cursed fox knew that the tease would make his cock throb more, spurt more pre-cum over Gregor's larger length, but not push him past the point. With his arms free, it took so much willpower not to disobey the fox and reach down to his cock to finish things. Well, that and, Theo did not want to do that in front of Gregor, he told himself. Not like that!

"It would be so easy, wouldn't it? For me to jerk you two off, have you both shoot your loads onto each other's furs..." the fox continued. His hand returned. It focused more on Gregor's cock since Theo was so close, but the king could still feel a brush of a finger on his cock every now and then. He held back. He didn't want to cum like that, but his body did. It wanted it so badly...

"And then, as you remember this in the following years, you will tell yourselves that I made you shoot. That you weren't even aroused, that you didn't want this..."

Alistair's thumb came to Theo's cock. As he still stroked Gregor's, the fox's thumb pulled Theo's cock in against the other wolf's. He could feel the other wolf's member throbbing against his own. Gregor's cock felt so_hot_...

"But that would not be true. Right now, you both want to shoot your loads. Wolves always want to, it's drilled into your primitive, brutish brains. So..."

Theo huffed. He felt close again, and he could tell Gregor did as well. He felt too close, but as always, before he could reach the peak, Alistair's hand withdrew. The panting wolf looked at the fox to find him grinning.

"You will do it."

Theo blinked. He fought to recover his senses with the cloud of drug-induced lust pairing around his head.

"What?"

"You heard me," Alistair's hand came to gently grab Theo's. The fox took hold of Theo's paw with both of his and brought it up, then Alistair himself opened Theo's hand, claw by claw, and directed it towards their cocks...

"What? I- I don't-" Theo stammered. He glanced up at Gregor and saw the other wolf glaring at him. Still, as Alistair closed his own hand around their cocks, the feeling of his own thumb over the surface of his member was enough to feel tempting.

Still, a new surge of embarrassment and shame washed over Theo. He felt his face burning up as he looked down and saw himself holding his cock against Gregor's. It felt as if he had been the one doing this to them this whole time and, in a sense, he was. Alistair was here because of him and now Gregor had been brought into this. Because of him...

"You have begged me to let you jerk off countless times, your majesty," Alistair said. Theo cursed him for pointing that out loud. "Now I'm allowing it. Jerk off, cum all over your retainer, and I will let you go to your room."

Theo looked at the fox. He wanted to go to his room. He wanted to leave more than anything. The king tried to gauge if Alistair was actually being sincere or if there was some sort of trick behind that 'gentle' smile, but he couldn't tell. He never could with that fox.

Still, he had little choice in the matter. At least that's what he told himself as he avoided Gregor's eyes... and started moving his hand.

It was hard not to moan. The drug increased his sensitivity, he knew that, yet feeling his own paw gliding over his member, feeling the heat of Gregor's cock against his own, the way they both throbbed together... it felt like heaven. Drug or no drug, Theo felt the pleasure of jerking off for the first time in... how long? He couldn't even remember. Alistair and Cadwin had made him jerk himself off countless times, but every time they did, Theo had to do it knowing that he would be forced to stop before the true pleasure came.

But not this time. Yet, to sour his experience...

Gregor growled. He thrashed against his chair again, trying his hardest to move, to get away, to do something. It made Theo painfully aware of what he was doing, but with Alistair's eyes fixated on his paw, all he could do was keep going. He stroked them both, keeping both cocks together, hand going up and down. Over their lengths, over their knots. Unwillingly, both wolves huffed. Theo felt himself approaching the climax. It was fast, but Alistair had teased him too much, drugged him too much. It was inevitable...

The king closed his eyes. He focused on his pleasure, trying to ignore his audience and situation. He kept jerking himself off with Gregor, the pleasure was so good, he was gonna-

"MMMGHFFF...!!"

The moan startled Theo. He felt his own peak approaching, but as the king opened his eyes, he saw Gregor tensing up in front of him. The other wolf had his eyes closed and ears bent down as his larger cock started pulsing in Theo's hand and, all of a sudden... the first shot of sticky seed shot up from Gregor's cock to mat the gray wolf's own chest.

"The retainer goes first!" Alistair cheered! Gregor moaned out loud, huffing and groaning through his constricting muzzle as his cock continued to shoot his seed through his forced orgasm. Theo's hand slowed down for a moment, the seed covering his paw, but Alistair quickly piped up at that.

"Don't stop! If you stop now, I'll make sure you don't shoot your seed for the next five years! Keep going, join your friend!"

Theo's ears glued themselves against his head. Reluctantly, even watching Gregor cum against his will, he sped up his paw again. Keeping both cocks together, he was forced to keep milking Gregor, inducing the other wolf's cock to keep shooting while his own peak fast approached. As his pleasure peaked, Theo was able to focus on it, tuning out Gregor's moans and groans as, for the first time in what felt like forever, the wolf felt his pleasure reaching its peak.

It was... heavenly. Theo let out a growl as he shot his own seed. Alistair cheering on the side felt like something coming from far away as Theo just felt his cock shooting as the pleasure overcame him. Enhanced by that drug, Theo was able to forget everything for a few blissful seconds as he was overwhelmed with pleasure. His hand tightened up on both cocks, pumping them up and down hard as he felt his knot grow engorged against Gregor's own as his orgasm went on. Jet after jet of seed shot as Theo rode his pleasure, until, unfortunately, it started ebbing away from him...

Little by little, the overwhelming pleasure was replaced with growing shame. As reality slowly materialized around him, Theo realized that Gregor was groaning and struggling. When he looked down and realized he was still jerking both of them off, Gregor's cock was throbbing and pulsing, a weak shot of barely any cum coming from his tip. Only then did Theo notice that he had probably been overstimulating the other wolf a little and, with reluctance, he let go of their cocks. They both remained erect, their knots having grown as if they had tied, and they wouldn't retreat back to their sheaths for quite a while. As their spent erections remained there, however, Theo dared look up...

Only to see Gregor's bloodshot eye staring at him with unbridled rage. With incredible shame, Theo could see why. A streak of white decorated Gregor's black muzzle, cutting right over his right eye, which explained why it was reddened. Had he really shot that high to hit the other wolf in the face? Theo felt his whole face and ears growing hot with embarrassment over what he had done...

And at their side, Alistair still laughed. The fox started clapping.

"Very good! You've shown him, your majesty! You've shown him that despite his size, you can still shoot higher! Aah, a great contest of wolf masculinity indeed! The king and his retainer! Truly remarkable!"

Theo looked away. He couldn't even look at Gregor. The king pulled back, retreating from Gregor's lap and standing up awkwardly. His erection still bounced between his legs, as did Gregor's, and the other wolf was just back to growling and struggling.

Alistair sat back on his leg like before and idly started toying with Gregor's cock.

"As I promised, you can get dressed and go back to your room now, your majesty. Try not to let the guards downstairs see the tent in your pants or they might get the wrong idea, hmm?"

The fox went on into a giggling frenzy. Theo glared at Alistair, but given the opportunity, he was quick to grab his pants from the floor and start putting them on.

"Didn't you have fun?" Alistair asked, not really expecting a response. "I hope you did! Greggy here definitely did."

Theo tucked his own cock back into his pants against his leg as best as he could, then straightened his clothes. He had gotten some cum over his shirt as well, but hopefully no one would smell it. Though he was eager to get out of that room, Theo looked at Alistair, then at Gregor. The fox was roughly jerking off the wolf's tired erection and Gregor was back to struggling and thrashing against the undoubtedly uncomfortable feeling the fox was inflicting on his helpless cock.

"...What about him?" Theo asked. They couldn't leave Gregor like that! If only he could talk to the wolf in private and explain himself...

"Don't worry about him," Alistair said, cutting off his thoughts, "he and I are going to have a little more fun, then he will be taken to the foxs' care for a little while."

Alistair grinned.

"Once they are done with him, Greggy here will return home to his wife. He won't say a word to anyone about the truth, but he will behave much better from now on. Something tells me he will even hire a few foxes to work on his farm and estate. I'm sure they'll be a great help, won't they?"

Alistair leaned in against Gregor, who growled and shook his head. The wolf's eyes were starting to tear up, but Alistair's hand on his cock did not relent. It started teasing his knot, in fact, and Theo knew just how sensitive a knot could get after orgasm...

"You have not a thing to worry about, your majesty. If it eases your woes, after his training, I can bring him back to the castle. Perhaps in a collar and leash, have him walk on all fours naked and erect like a feral dog around your room. Maybe bark, do some tricks... would that put your mind at ease? Convince you that you don't have to worry about him?"

Theo's ears fell back. Not at the grim thought of having to watch Gregor do all that, but at the knowledge that, knowing what the foxes were capable of, the king had no doubt that they could indeed force even a wolf like Gregor to behave like a little doggie for them.

It stung. It stung hard.

"That... that won't be necessary..." Theo stammered, looking away.

Alistair just shrugged happily. "If you say so! We'll see! Now, go. I want some alone time with my new friend here."

Theo nodded. Obediently. Like a servant. He gave Gregor one last look of pity but forced himself to turn away. There was nothing he could do for the other wolf. He was his king, but there was nothing he could do.

Yet, anyway.

As Theo left the muffled sounds of Gregor's pleading behind, he thought of Cadwin. His one hope. That his best hope was a fox was a cruel irony of destiny, but more than ever, Theo was willing to go to any length if it meant getting rid of Alistair.

The king adjusted his uncomfortable erect cock against his leg, took control of his blushing and headed down the stairs trying not to think about what Gregor was going through in the dining hall. Instead of going to his room, however, he made his way to the servant's quarters.

Towards Cadwin's room