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Marcus fidgeted in his tailored suit as his lover continued to get ready in the next room. The well-spoken fox tried to recall his tutor's training as he worked to keep his face neutral and his breathing even. But when Tanner's boom voice addressed him from the adjoining room, the twenty-two year old nearly leapt out of his seat in an unintentional display of nerves wound too tight.

"Marcus?" the horse said. "Where did you say we were going again."

The fox gulped and took a breath before responding.

"I didn't. It's a surprise, remember?"

The large stallion chuckled as he entered the room. "Yes, but is it a surprise I'll enjoy, at least?"

No, Marcus thought as he pushed down the guilt that threatened to tear at his heart. But he forced himself to smile as he answered.

"We'll find out together, won't we?" the younger boy hedged, not quite able to bring himself to lie outright to the man he'd shared a bed with for the last three months.

The fox cursed himself for a fool. As if one more lie mattered when he'd already lied about so much. Mostly they'd been lies of omission, but still. He hadn't told the horse that he was noble-born or his true last name. Nor had he told the man where he was from. Just that one piece of information alone would have sent the mild-mannered shopkeep running for the hills.

Deprecia. Marcus was of the Delinious family, from the land of Deprecia. And there wasn't a horse on the continent who wouldn't shiver and spit upon hearing either of those names.

Looking him over, the Tanner approached the fox and leaned over to draw him into a warm embrace.

"You look tense, lovely one. Should we cancel the trip and stay inside? If we did, we could play your favorite game."

Marcus hugged the horse back even as he felt like a dirty traitor for doing so. A traitor to Tanner and a traitor to his noble family. In a perverse way, it felt like he'd betrayed both sides by this point. Not to mention betraying himself.

"And what game is that?" the fox asked, already suspecting the answer.

"Why, 'hide the horse cock' of course! And you're so good at that game too."

The youth could feel more than see the bulge growing under the shopkeep's practical but inexpensive trousers. The fox blushed, still not entirely used to a horse being so brazen about expressing sexual interest.

"Perhaps later," Marcus mumbled, fully aware that there would be no 'later'. "The carriage will be here any minute. I rented one for the trip."

Tanner stood up at this, blinking in surprise.

"We'll be taking a carriage? Just how far out of town are we going?"

"It's a surp--"

"Yes, yes, I know. It's a surprise. So you keep saying. Very well, my handsome lover. If you're going to such lengths for this trip I'll suppose it's only fair to let you have it your way."

Marcus forced himself to smile up at the horse in thanks. He felt like the man could see right through him. That the horse would suddenly see him for what he was and denounce him. The thought alone made him want to throw up.

Continuing on, oblivious of the fox's inner turmoil, Tanner inquired, "Will I need to pack anything? I know we're leaving in the morning but I hope we don't expect to stay out past sunset. Remember that I plan on opening the shop early tomorrow. People will be out buying supplies for the upcoming holiday and there's money to be made."

The fox shook his head. "You won't need to pack anything." This statement was was true at least. For whatever that was worth.

Fifteen minutes later there was a knock on the door and the two exited the small house and entered the waiting Mage Guild's floating carriage. Ten minutes after that, three fox agents from Deprecia broke into the house and began packing up both Marcus' and Tanner's belongings. The staff went about their work in a quick and professional manner so as to draw as little attention as possible.

Already a few miles away, within the carriage Tanner looked around. It was his first time being inside such an extravagance. Being a middle class commoner he'd only occasionally seen one of the Mage Guild creations as he walked down the street. Some of the wealthy merchants owned one or more of these carriages, sure. But he just had his one modest store.

The horse was surprised that he couldn't see out of the carriage but he supposed that made a certain amount of sense. He'd never been able to see into one of these self-driven machines from street level. The shopkeep remained ignorant to the fact that Marcus had set the windows to be opaque.

But with nothing to see outside of the carriage and finding little of interest within the machine itself, Tanner looked across the seating area to his fox companion who appeared deep in thought.

"Well... We appear to be alone. And since there's little to do see or do, and I imagine this is going to be a bit of a ride, how about we play that game of 'hide the horse cock' after all?"

Marcus was about to object but the ever-amorous stallion had already slipped his half-hard and growing member out of his trousers, wagging it wantonly at the obviously interested fox. He wanted this and his expression said that he knew the other male did too.

The noble's son knew he should decline considering what he was about to do -- was doing -- to the horse. But he couldn't find it within himself to turn down what amounted to a "last request" from his lover. It seemed cruel to deny Tanner. Well, crueler.

Slipping into his usual routine of flirting with the big, strong equine, the fox went to his knees and between long, slow licks of his tongue he asked, "And what do I win if I'm able to hide the pretty horse's pretty cock?"

Groaning at the amazing sensations provided by Marcu's mouth Tanner replied, "A warm breakfast and my hearty apprecation."

"Such modest prizes for such a big horse cock," the fox replied, his lips and tongue becoming more active now.

"Ah, but I am merely a humble shopkeep. A horse of modest means can only offer modest prizes. Though, I do have one more thing to offer, should you desire it."

"And what is that, my ever-ready stallion?"

"My heart," Tanner said, smiling but entirely earnest.

Marcus froze for a long moment as fresh waves of guilt threatened to drown him. He wished that man had said anything but that. The young noble felt the weight of duty upon his shoulders, threatening to crush him into nothing.

He almost ordered the carriage to turn around. He almost flung open the door and yelled at Tanner to run. To flee for his own safety. He almost told the horse his real last name and explained how much danger he was in.

But, bringing himself back under control, Marcus Delinious did none of those things. He remembered his upbringing. His training and education. He remembered his lord-father's words and explicit command. Then he reminded himself of what he had to do, and why he had to do.

He must complete the coming of age ritual, he insisted to himself. Just as his father had done, and his father before him. In Deprecia there was no such thing as a free horse. Foxes were the nobility and ruling class. Then there were the horse slaves who were trained from birth to serve this elite citizenry. And finally there was the rest of society -- the merchants, the scribes, the farmers, the soldiers, and the like.

But once a generation the heir to the Delinious line was expected to demonstrate fox supremacy over equine-kind by finding, beguiling, and capturing a 'most-masculine' horse specimen. This male animal would be taught the errors of his thinking as he was broken and trained. He would learn that there was no such thing as a free horse, regardless of what nation they happened to be born into. There were only horses that had not yet learned the glory of serving at the feet of their fox masters.

The best horse trainers of the land would be called upon to correct the equine's thinking so that the slave could be trusted to lead the team which would pull the prince's carriage to the coming-of-age investiture ceremony.

All would see the animal -- naked, adorned, scented, and controlled -- and know it to be a sign of the prince's potency as the future lord of Deprecia. Leading a long line of other chastized horses arranged in pairs behind him, the slave's drug-induced erection would sweep left and right in time with its mighty strides, proof positive of how much joy and fulfilment it experienced serving its noble master. As the two hour investiture ceremony went on, the captured and trained slave's arousal would never flag or droop as it stood in front of the doors of the massive hall, a totem of its unwavering loyalty for the lord it loyally served for the eager crowds to see and witness.

As Marcus made himself resume this last blowjob for his duped lover, he pushed his feelings of guilt and dispair as far away as he could. He was his father's heir, he reminded himself. He had to do this. There was no choice. His family -- his people -- relied on him to unhold their traditions. A lord could not well lead a nation he was ashamed by. Love and affection simply didn't factor into the situation.

But, there was one thing he could do, Marcus decided. He could make this the best blowjob Tanner had ever experienced in his life. And as the clueless horse moaned in exquisite pleasure and surprise as the carriage floated on, the prince set about doing just that.

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Tanner hadn't even noticed when the magic carriage silently went through the Mage Guild portal gate. He was suddenly in the middle of the nation of Deprecia and didn't even realize it.

Given the status of his kind in this place, Marcus expected the fur on the back of the horse's neck to stand on end or for some ominous feeling to overcome the unfortunate equine. But the poor man just smiled at the fox.

"Something amiss, lover mine?" Tanner asked.

Not trusting his voice, Marcus simply shook his head. This was it. Their final few minutes together. As lovers. As equals. The fox had never expected to experience such a feeling of dread and dispair in these final moments.

"Marcus, I can see that there's something bothering you. Please, won't you tell me what's--"

A rapid series of harsh knocks could be heard at the carriage door. As Tanner turned to see what was happening, Marcus smoothly and quietly exited from the opposite side. It took the horse a few seconds to realize he was suddenly alone within the carriage. He was about to call out his lover's name when the knock came again.

"Open up and step out of the carriage," an authoritative voice boomed.

Having no idea what was going on and now alone in the carriage, Tanner did as the unseen man requested. Wherever they were, he didn't want any trouble with the local authority. That was bad for business. He just wished he knew where Marcus had gotten off to.

Stepping out of the carriage, Tanner was shocked to see how different the landscape was. Gone were the rolling green hills of his home town. Now the landscape was dry and harsh, which made no sense.

Until he looked down at the man speaking to him. Then his heart froze inside his chest. It was a fox wearing the Deprecia crest, pinned to his officer's uniform. Every horse was taught at a young age to recognize that evil symbol. Even equines like him who were raised hundreds of miles and three countries away.

On either side of the fox stood two wolves, each armed with a sheathed sword. The four soldiers looked deadly serious and incredibly dangerous.

"By order of the lord, you are under arrest," the fox intoned in an almost bored voice.

Tanner couldn't believe what he'd just heard. Arrested? The most illegal thing he'd done is smuggle in some prohibited wine and even that was only supposed to earn you a fine at most.

But then his jumbled brain returned to the Deprecia crest. What the hell was a Deprecia officer doing here? He forced himself to speak, trying to hide the fear growing inside his.

"Arrested? For what reason? What is the charge? And what lord are you talking about?"

"The horse will comply," the fox said in exactly the same tone he'd used before.

The words must have been a signal because one of the wolf soldiers escorting the fox shoved a tase-wand into the horse's shirt and invoked the one syllable encantation to discharge it. Tanner felt immense pain in his chest as all the strength left his body.

"Strip and bind the animal. Then prepare him for delivery," the fox instructed. The stone-faced wolves hurried to comply.

Only one of the wolves stayed behind, standing directly adjacent to the fox issuing orders. Glancing up from his place on the ground, Tanner was confused to see that one of the fox's hand was pressed down into the front of the red-tan wolf's pants. The officer appeared to be playing with the soldier's privates, totally unconcerned about who might see this audacious molestation.

The wolf, for his part, continued to look directly down at Tanner, evidently unsurprised and unconcerned at the fox's invasive, probing hand. If anything, he appeared to lean into his superior's touch. The fox was no longer paying attention to the horse, his focus directed on what lay hidden beneath the passive soldier's trousers.

"Let's wrap this up," the officer said, still not bothering to look at Tanner. "Then I want you four to report to my private chambers for some thorough... debriefing."

Having said this, the fox pulled the soldier into a kiss. The wolf didn't resist and even appeared to reciprocate the possessive affection. All the while the fox continued to stroke and play with him under his clothes. The wolf made no effort to prevent or withdrawal from the officer's touch and Tanner thought he saw the larger male instinctively humping against the fox's paw.

Through half-unresponsive mouth the horse tried to demand answers from the fox but all he got for his trouble was a second and third jab of the tase-wand.

Mercifully, he passed out.

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There was a snapping in front of Tanner's semi-conscious dazed face. When the snapping grew louder (and right by his ear) he came awake, mumbling into his gag.

The horse couldn't understand what he was looking at. There was a man in noble's clothes who was looking up at him. Tanner tried to move and speak but found he could do neither. Probing with his tongue, he quickly discovered the reason. He'd been gagged. And not just any gag but one that appeared to take the form of an erect penis.

It was around that time that the horse realized he was entirely naked. Blushing, he mumbled into his gag. The fox smiled, pleased at his reaction.

"I can see why my son chose you," the noble said, his accent that of a high-born aristocrat. "I took the liberty of exploring your body while you were unconscious so I can confirm that you're quite the specimen. I particularly enjoyed tugging on these balls of yours. Well, mine now, yes?"

At this point Tanner was scared, angry, and confused. He tried again to move but a quick glance down confirmed that his feet where shackled tightly to the floor.

"Introductions are in order. I am Lord Delinious and I welcome you to my country. Though I'm afraid foreign-born horses like you rarely find Deprecia an especially welcoming place. Not until they've... settled in, at least. I do hope you'll make an effort to keep an open mind, however. Those who are able and willing to accept their place in our society usually find this country to be a magical, life-affirming place."

Even groggy, Tanner recognized the name instantly. To horses like him Lord Delinious was the Bogeyman made real. As a child, the shopkeep's own mother had warned him that the lord of foxes would steal him out of his bed if he was naughty and lied, stole, or cheated. All these years later, her warning turned out to be prophetic. Except that the stallion couldn't remember doing anything near so bad as to deserve this fate.

The horse wondered -- hoped, really -- that the man was lying. Pretending to be Lord Delinious as part of some scam, ransom plot, or the like. But their palace-like surroundings looked too regal for that and between those and the vulpine's fine clothes, accent, and the confidence with which he spoke all conferred upon the fox an air immaculate legitimacy. Tanner was willing to believe he actually was bound and naked in front of the high lord of Deprecia himself

As the lord introduced himself, he reached out and took Tanner's flaccid member in hand. The horse tried to call out but the gag muted his cries. The most distressing part was how casually the fox was fiddling with his privates. It was if it were completely normal for the lord to touch and use horse-flesh however he pleased.

Which made a certain amount of sense, if this really was Deprecia and the man truly was Lord Delinious. Horses were slaves here. More than that, horses were little more than animals in Deprecia. By law, horses had no rights here. They weren't even considered proper citizens. Even though this backwards place didn't permit much entry from other countries he had heard plenty of stories and gossip over the years.

As Tanner's mind continued to race and make sense of all this, the noble continue to directly address him while toying with his mostly flaccid equine shaft.

"You're tall. Muscular. Healthy. Well-endowed. Yes, my son chose well indeed. In some ways you remind me of my own selection. Though I chose a far younger specimen for my investiture ceremony. He'd just turned eighteen. Hardly more than a boy. Though, the same could be said of me at the time. We had an affair of sorts that lasted roughly four months. It was a passionate, lusty thing and so was he. Such sweet memories. Upon claiming him, I renamed my horse to Gumdrop. Oh my but it has been an age since those years. And meeting you like this is really taking me back to that time and place. You have my thanks for that."

Tanner had no idea what the alleged lord was rambling on about. Investure ceremony? Some horse named Gumdrop? What the hell was going on? But he couldn't get the questions passed the damned penis gag.

Then things got worse. Catching sight of the wrongness out of the corner of his peripheral vision, the horse turned his head ot see he had no arms. Both were missing. Forgetting his questions, he immediately set to screaming into the gag.

"Hush. Hush, you over-dramatic beast. It's merely portal magic. Your arms are still intact -- though numbed and far-removed. By tradition, horses intended for carriage pulling duty aren't permitted arms. But who needs arms when your other features are so eye-catching and alluring?"

As if trying to calm Tanner's sudden panic attack and freak-out, Lord Delinious began openly stroking the horse's member. While he pumped the shaft -- his strokes confident and sure -- he talked to the bound man in calm, reassuring tones.

"Back in my grandfather's time -- before portal magic -- this was handled in a more gruesome and permanent way. It was my father who decreed that portals should be used rather than amputation. A very noble gesture towards your kind, wouldn't you agree? My father, the former lord, was a kind and generous man. As a bonus, it drastically reduced the number of runaway attempts. There's no point in trying to escape if you're leaving an attached part of your body behind, you see."

When Tanner didn't immediately get his yelling back under control the fox reached down with his other hand, deftly took one of his plump testicles between two fingers, and pinched down. Gulping, the horse silenced himself quickly after that.

"There, that's better. If pleasure won't get the job done, pain always done. So, no more of that or I'll do more than merely squeeze. Nod if you understand me, beast."

Out of pride or anger Tanner didn't want to comply with anything the man said. But his attitude changed as the pressure the most sensitive part of his body increased to dangerous levels. This fox wasn't joking around.

By instinct Tanner tried to reach out with his arms. Finding them absent and non-responsible, he instead nodded, his equine head moving up and down with wide, frantic eyes.

"Oh, you'll be a delight to train. See? We're already beginning to understand one another. If only I had the time to handle it myself. Alas, as lord of these great lands my time is quite limited. My attendants are constantly hounding me to hurry on to the next agenda item. Though, these days they're careful to use a respectful, subtle approach. A few years back I grew weary of their ceaseless verbal prodding and signed the lot of them up for two weeks of horse training. Despite none of them being horses, obviously. After that, I found my attendants' manners much improved."

The fox's attention went back to his half-stiff member using both of his hands this time. The finely dressed noble looked Tanner right in his scared, wide eyes as he talked, stroked, and rubbed. The lord himself was perfectly at ease. This was a man practiced at handling horses. More than practiced, this was a man who relished controlling a strong, potentially dangerous equines like the shopkeep.

"Whereas you have never experienced even a single day of horse training, have you? Because you had the misfortune of being born outside of Deprecia. Which means you've had to spend your whole life suffering under the false notion that you were a person. An equal. Which is quite a laughable concept. A horse, standing on equal footing as the other races. Owning property. Deciding who and when to breed. Raising their own children. It's all terribly absurd."

Tanner couldn't help but feeling some degree of arousal at the fox's persistent attention to his stiff maleness. But he also felt anger and resentment on behalf of all horses. This lunatic was directly responsible for the ongoing enslavement of countless of his kind and here he was -- not only spouting absurd propaganda but actively molesting him while he was doing it.

The horse tried arguing back from behind his gag but the other man continued to ignore him. Lord Delinious wasn't interested in what any horse had to say.

"But now that you're here, I'm delighted to tell you that things will become much simpler for you. From this day forward, you need only obey your betters. Foxes like me know what's best for dull-brained horse's like you. It's cruel to force an equine animal to try to make decisions for themselves in a world as complex as this one is. Other nations are just setting them up for failure and a frustratingly difficult life. But here in Deprecia our horses are happy because they know true freedom. The freedom that comes with having all your needs seen to. The freedom that comes from perfect obedience."

"I've always maintained that Deprecia horses raised here from birth are some of the happiest and most content creatures you'll find anywhere. They enjoy their simple lives -- truly -- and find value and satisfaction in a hard day's work, whether that be plowing fields, transporting people or freight, or participating in equestrian competitions. They're certainly happier than the poor souls born within the borders of your backwards country."

The fox paused at this point, looking into Tanner's eyes as if to see if the commoner understood the point he was making. Tanner shot him the dirtiest, darkest look he could muster. A look of hate, disgust, and resentment. A look that promised bloody revenge.

Lord Delinious merely chuckled at the look. Then, maintaining perfect eye contact with the horse, he leaned down a licked the beading precum off the tip of the stallion's cock tip.

Tanner gulped as his look of defiance cracked. He tried to pull back his hips but the fox used his surprisingly strong grip to tug the horse's equipment back towards him for a second, then third lick.

Then the fox picked up where he left off, resuming his villainous monologue.

"But enough rambling. I actually have a purpose in being here. You see, it's tradition that the current lord examines and 'tries out' the heir's ceremonial selection. Which is you, of course. My son Marcus chose you lead his carriage for the upcoming coming-of-age event and for the offering-of-vows speech. It's a tremendous honor, I should say. The whole of the capital will come out to witness the event. The streets will be filled with Deprecians cheering both you and the prince on. I'm sure you'll get quite the thrill out of it. I know Gumdrop did."

The horse wasn't familiar with Deprecian traditions and this was his first time hearing about such a ceremony. Had Marcus really tricked him? Were the last several months just a lie? And for what? What was the purpose of this ceremony and why was he needed for it?

For once Tanner wished the lord would keep talking. He didn't want to hear any more about how horses were inferiors and so foxes were justified in enslaving them. But he very much did want to hear more about this lord's plans for him and how he'd gotten caught up in this mess in the first place. And who the hell was this Gumdrop?

Not really having much choice in the matter, Tanner settled down to listen as the fox continued to play with the stallion's erection like it was his own personal property.

"They say Gumdrop grew so inspired and excited by the people's cheering that he experienced a spontaneous ejaculation in front of the hall. It was taken as a very positive omen for my future reign. Of course, the truth is a bit more mundane than all that -- as truths typically are. Before the carriage pulling trip through the streets of the capital began, I had one of my advisors slip a magical dildo under his tail. It was enchanted to buzz at an increasing intensity as the day went on. Inevitably -- and as was my intention -- Gumdrop reached the point that he could no longer keep himself in check, despite his extremely thorough training. Hips bucking in the air, the horse made quite the mess on the steps of the hall as weeks' worth of cum came spewing out of his equine erection. Being inside the hall myself, I wasn't there to see it, naturally, but I was told it was a marvelous spectacle to behold."

The story got to Tanner, bothering him immensely. As best he could tell, many years ago this man had kidnapped a horse like him, stripped him of his clothes and freedom, forced him to pull carriage through the city streets while entirely nude, and then made him to cum in front of a huge crowd.

If any of this story is true, the fox was as evil as he was insane, Tanner realized.

And as he continued to listen, the story got worse. So much worse.

"My only regret about the whole affair is that I forgot to inform the royal horse trainers about my decision. By the time I checked in on Gumdrop later that evening, they'd already had him gelded. Apparently they took the animal's lack of composure and self-discipline on such an important day very seriously and had 'corrected the problem' accordingly. Deeply frustrated, I wanted to be angry with the trainers but in truth it was my fault. I realized I'd made two mistakes. I'd told the trainers they could have an entirely free hand in Gumdrop's training and I failed to inform them of my plan involving the enchanted dildo. But in my defense, I was young and it was a day full of distractions. I'm sure it wasn't the only thing I missed that day. Still, I took it as a life lesson about the importance of not overlooking small, seemingly unimportant details."

Tanner didn't know who this Gumdrop was but his blood went cold in his veins as the man casually confessed the nameless horse's castration. He felt like he was going to be sick. Like he might vomit into the dildo strapped into his mouth, silencing him.

It didn't help that the fox was using one hand to toy with his balls as he spoke of this other equine's 'gelding'.

"The good news was, nothing of tremendous value had been lost. I'd of probably had Gumdrop gelded sooner or later anyway and the investiture ceremony itself had gone off without a hitch -- which was the important thing. Still, my heart went out to pitiful, confused beast because he seemed so distraught and bewildered regarding his own sudden castration. Apparently no one had even bothered to explain the reason for the decision. One of the trainers had just come in, done the deed, and left. All without saying a word as he whined and whinnied in fear and frustration. I comforted him after that, personally jerking him off each day afterwards while whispering sweetly into his ears until he lost the ability to grow erect. The day he failed to grow even half hard after several minutes of intensive pumping, my dear Gumdrop openly wept from the sense of loss. I hugged him close and shared his pain as he mourned his greatly diminished masculinity. He knew his days as a stallion had come to an end."

The shopkeep tried to keep his breathing under control. This was all a mind-game, he considered. The lord was fucking with him. Trying to rattle him or get him to surrender or confess or -- or something!

But he Tanner failed to see the truth of the matter. Lord Delinious purpose in telling this story wasn't to break the horse's spirit or threaten him. The fox's purpose was infinitely simpler than all that.

For the fox noble, this was simple foreplay. He was getting himself in the mood to use his new toy. Distracted as he was, Tanner hadn't noticed the lust growing in the man's eyes.

"Because of his loyal service and how special he was to me, I made sure that he would have a comfortable life going forward -- pulling noble gentlemen and ladies around the beautiful royal gardens. And since he always seemed so proud of his erection, my last act before giving him over to the garden staff's care was to have a sizeable bell piercing placed on the end of his member. That way he would always draw free-people's attention as he passed by and others could appreciate him for the handsome beast he was. Even soft, it was still an impressive appendage. For an animal, that is."

A blunt claw gently dug in right where the bell piercing would have gone. Tanner wished he could spit right in the man's arrogant face. Instead, he shuddered as he considered.

If all of this had been done to "Gumdrop", what was to become of him? Something equally terrible, he was sure.

"In the years that followed, whenever I'd walk the gardens I'd listen for that twinkling bell and a big smile would come over my face whenever I heard it. And while I haven't visited the gardens in years, I'm sure he's still there. Bringing joy to all he meets and to all who use him. Just like any good horse."

The way the fox said the words "use him" spoke volumes. This poor unfortunate soul hadn't just been providing buggy rides around the park. The gelding's "service" went far beyond that.

Tanner got the strong impression that the noble was hinting at what the future held for him.

"I really should take the time to visit him again one of the years, before the two of us get too long in the teeth. He and I had a lot of fun together, in the weeks leading up to his capture. Much like you and the prince, I'm sure."

Finally, Tanner thought, trying to mentally shake off the shock. He wanted to hear more about Marcus. About how things had gone so terribly wrong. More than that, he wanted to TALK to the younger fox, who was allegedly this noble's son.

Because he hadn't been permitted to ask questions or participate in this one-sided conversation it was incredibly difficult to puzzle out all the relevant details. But, if he'd understood correctly, he and Marcus would meet again at this "investiture ceremony" at the very least. But how long away was that and would he actually have the opportunity to speak with the fox?

Tanner had so many questions. Had Marcus... betrayed him? He must have, right? That's why the fox had looked so determined and forlorn the last few days. But he needed to hear it from Marcus himself. Just because this mad man implied it didn't mean it was actually true.

There had to be an explanation for all of this. There HAD to be.

Seeing that he'd lost the stallion's attention, Lord Delinious flicked the horse's balls. Tanner gulped behind his gag and look down at the man, startled and pained.

"Back with me, are you? Excellent. Now, enough about Gumdrop and my childhood memories. Let's talk about you. About you... and what you've been doing with and to my son for the last few months."

Gone was the superior, above-it-all look of mirth on the noble's face. Now the lord just looked furious, uncompromising, and something else the horse couldn't place. ...Aroused, perhaps?

"In case I need to spell it out for you, for the last three months you have been buggering the crown prince of Deprecia. My son and heir. You used this unseemly protuberance on him in ways I shudder to think about. You rutted my boy -- the individual I cherish most in this world -- to satisfy your animal lusts."

The lord spat the words as if he planned to end Tanner by the end of a noose that very minute.

... But if that was true, why was the man still playing with his cock? And why was the fox licking his lips so hungrily? Looking further down, Tanner noticed the unmistakable bulge of an erection jutting out from beneath the man's expensive vest.

"On the other hand, my son lied to you. Led you on. Brought you these foreign lands. Captured you and rendered you into a piece of property, owned by the state. If you were allowed to speak, perhaps you would tell me that the ledgers are balanced. Or that you have been wronged to a greater extent than you wronged me. ...Perhaps. It maybe this is indeed so. But you have to understand, it is not easy to forgive you when I see first hand the blunt tool you put to my son, again and again and again, for months. Not easy at all."

The horse couldn't have been more confused in that moment. He was receiving extremely mixed messages. Was the man actually furious? Yes, he seemed to be. But the noble also seemed intensely aroused.

An impression that was cemented as the fox began to strip out of his clothing. As he denuded himself, layer by layer, he continued to speak.

"And so I will think further on the matter. As benefits my noble status, I will consider, pause, reflect, and the only act once I confident that my decision is right and just. I commit to this despite a burning desire to crush your balls right here and now. It would be unspeakably satisfying to spend the rest of the evening un-manning you by degrees in the slowest way possible."

More talk of gelding him. More threats. More lustful looks. And the fox was almost fully naked now. What the fuck was going on?!

"I could even work on just your left testicle tonight and save the right orb for a repeat performance all day tomorrow. Two days of suffering to pay you back for the three months you spent using my son."

It was clear the father really, really wasn't happy with the horse sharing a bed with his son. If Tanner hadn't of been gagged, he would informed the man that the young fox had hit on him first! He'd only reciprocated the affectionate attention.

And on the topic of affectionate attention, it boggled the horse's brain that the older fox was threatening to castrate him while massaging his cock in a way that seemed intended to maximize his pleasure.

Tanner was increasingly sure that this fox was mentally unwell. Which was bad news for him. Very, very bad news.

"But... I will exercise self control and refrain. You are not Gumdrop and technically you are not my property. So for now, and on a very temporary basis, I will permit you to remain intact. But do not for a second believe that this means things are squared up between us. Your reckoning will come, equine."

The shopkeep longed to shout, 'You and your son are the ones who kidnapped me, asshole!'

He was actually thankful for the gag in that moment because something told him the unbalance lord of Deprecia wouldn't take kindly to 'reality' and 'common sense' intruding into his mental landscape.

"While we're on the topic, were you aware that over sixty percent of Deprecia horses have been gelded? A program started by my great-grandfather, three generations back. Only the largest, healthiest, and most docile stallions are permitted to breed. Well, I say permitted. What I mean is, made to breed. And I'm happy to report that the program is already baring fruit. Modern Deprecia equines are already stronger and more obedient than in my great-grandfather's time."

The horse felt his mounting fury wither and die within him. The now naked noble had just nonchalantly confessed to overseeing the castration of thousands of stallions. Again he tried to instinctively take a step back and away from the fox only for his ankle bindings to repeat their earlier refusal to budge.

"And I have every reason to believe this trend will continue into future generations. Imagine it: Seven foot tall horses, mentally incapable of raising a hand in anger against their vulpine overlords. How I long to see the day. But, alas, this is a long-term effort that won't be concluded in my lifetime."

Tanner shook his head in denial and fear, mumbling behind his gag as he did so. He wasn't even sure what he was saying. Begging for mercy? Trying to negotiate? Or maybe it would just be rambling nonsense born from the horror settling into the pit of his stomach.

He wanted his arms back. He hated these arm portals. At least if he had his arms bound behind his back he could have felt them. Known they were there. Instead, he felt completely defenseless before Lord Delinious as the man continued to touch and fondle him.

"The reason I mention this is because I want to make it clear from the beginning that no special exceptions will be made for you. You will either best sixty percent of Deprecia born-and-raised horses in terms of your performance and attitude, or I will personally observe as one of the royal trainers plucks your plumbs."

The noble didn't sound mad anymore. He didn't sound happy or like he was gloating. He sounded completely serious.

Despite the man's words to the contrary, Tanner knew better. This evil, deranged man had every intention of gelding him. The shopkeep could see the truth of the matter in the man's hungry eyes.

"As you are not a native of these lands and because I am a fair lord, you will be granted a grace period to so that you might have a chance to achieve our rigorous standards. You will not be told the duration of this grace period, but know this: The span of time I'm referencing is not measured in years."

Tanner had heard enough dissembling in his life to be able to translate from what the man said to what he meant.

What he meant was: 'We're going to play a card game except only I know the rules and you're not allowed to look at your hand or even know how many hands we'll be playing. And then when you lose, I'm going to take your balls along with the rest of the pot.'

"Don't misunderstand me. I won't be overly troubled should you fail. Indeed, I'm almost certain that you will. But before we undertake this irreversible action I want to ensure there's no future champions hiding away in those impressive balls of yours. I suspect there is not but costs me nothing to be sure. Plus, a pleasure delayed is a pleasure grown. Or perhaps I should say 'swollen' in this case."

Again the horse's mind automatically translated the subtext.

'I'm not going to tell you how many weeks or months it will be until I deball you, because I want to enjoy watching you sweat and squirm while I keep you guessing.'

"Now, before I take my leave there's one final matter we should... discuss."

Tanner huffed a lungful of breath out from his sizeable nostrils. He just wanted this lord's monologue to be over so the man would go and leave him alone. But considering both of them were naked now and the fox was also fully erect, Tanner's intuition told him it wouldn't be quite that simple.

"Have you enjoyed my hands playing over your rut-muscle, horse? You seem to have responded well to my touch. I'm something of an equestrian myself -- an experienced horse rider -- and I've mastered many ways of rewarding mounts over the years. Male and female both, though males seem to take a special liking my attentions."

Lord Delinious paused his unceasing orating to more fully demonstrate his oral skills, taking the time to run his wet vulpine tongue over every inch of the shopkeep's raging erection.

Tanner didn't want the unhinged man's teeth anywhere near his sensitive flesh but try as he might he couldn't deny that the noble had skills. It seemed a strange boast for the lord of Deprecia to brag about how adeptly he could sexually pleasure equines, but the captured foreigner was getting a firsthand demonstration that this was the case as his unit was slickened and slathered.

As the fox worked, an unwelcome thought intruded into the stallion's mind.

'Fuck me but this lunatic is even better at this than his son!'

After two more minutes of this, with a satisfied smack of his lips the lord resumed where he'd left off as if he hadn't stopped talking.

"Not only do I enjoy riding horses... I also enjoy being ridden by horses. Like father like son, yes? So you see, there's a reason I left your hips unbound. You're going to show me what you showed the prince, you lascivious beast. You're going to fuck me good and hard or I'll change my mind and you WILL be gelded before the day is done."

Tanner couldn't fully comprehend what he'd just been told. The high lord wanted him to fuck him? After he'd had him kidnapped, shocked unconscious, bound and gagged, then repeatedly threatened with castration? And now the man was insisting that Tanner put to him what he'd been putting to the man's son for months?

He couldn't be serious, the shopkeep thought.

But with surprising grace the mature lord turned around, leaned over, and presented his ass and raised tail before the stallion's unbound hips. And not just that. The man began rubbing his evidently pre-lubed puckered hole against the equine's straining tip.

When Tanner didn't act immediately to take advantage, the fox addressed his captive from over his shoulder.

"What's the matter, horse? Don't you want to punish me for what I've done to you? Shouldn't you wish to make me quail in pain on behalf of your people? Do it. Fuck me so hard I cry out for mercy, and then fuck me harder. Don't pretend you're not interested in fox holes. You certainly enjoyed my son's holes enough times. My spies kept a running talley for me so I know perfectly well what an excitable animal you are."

The fox pressed back harder on Tanner's licked-and-prepped member.

A strange realization struck Tanner. The lord was desperate for this. He wanted the foreign-born horse to fuck him. The man was practically quivering in need as his voice grew tight in anticipating of getting what he craved.

"No? You refuse? Then you'll have to excuse me while I fetch the needle kit so I can begin to slowly prick your balls into useless masses of--ooOOOOOHHH!"

Tanner slammed forward as hard as he could. If this man -- this monster -- was into pain, the scared and horny horse was happy to provide it. And if he ruptured something and killed the fox lord, all the better.

The shopkeep grunted in surprise and pleasure as the lord's hole stretched smoothly around his invading shaft. This man had taken horse cock before. A lot of it, and regularly. What a perverse kink the lord of Deprecia had developed. Tanner had heard a lot of rumors about the ruler of this powerful hermit nation, but never once had he heard that the fox liked bending over for the 'animals' he ruled over.

Even as waves of physical gratification washed over him, Tanner decided right then that should he ever manage to escape this place, the whole world was going to find out that Lord Delinious was a thirsty mare for horse cock.

"Yes! Just so! Make it hurt, you untrained animal! You monstrous brute! Stuff your lord! Scratch the itch that only dangerous beasts like you can find!"

Not seeing a reason to hold back, Tanner performed as he was instructed. Pulling out quickly he shoved right back in just as hard. He wasn't interested in the lord's pleasure -- he just wanted to hurt the man.

But rather than cry out in pain, the fox moaned in an unrestrained fashion instead. A moan of intense pleasure.

Getting into a rhythm, Tanner tried harder. And the mouthy fucker kept right on talking.

"We foxes are responsible for taking you from your home, yes? For ruining your life? Punish me. Make me feel a portion of your pain, beast!"

Trying to set aside the gratification he was feeling while also ignoring the twisted man's words, the stallion thrust for all he was worth.

"Come, you can do better than that, can't you? Put it to me! Ride me! Rape me! Stretch me to my widest point! Will not even the threat of gelding rile your anger? Or perhaps you've already been castrated, little mare, and I just failed to notice?"

Tanner did his best to ignore the man's goading but despite his best efforts the taunts and insults were getting to him. He tried to put the hurt to the vulpine but between the awkward position and recently getting tased multiple times into unconsciousness, the stallion had nearly maxed out thrusting power.

Still, he reached down deep and tried harder. He'd given up hope that he could seriously harm the man but the shopkeep still wanted to make the fox pay for everything he'd done.

But 'pay' didn't seem to be quite the right word for what he was doing, based on the noble's reactions.

"Yes, better! Now, don't slow down! Don't stop! Make me take every inch, you mindless barbarian! Pummel my royal hole until I quiver in release! Ride me! Ride me like you rode my son!"

Tanner felt dirty. This didn't feel good. Well, actually it felt amazing. But instead of punishing the man he'd somehow allowed himself to become the deviant lord's latest equine sex toy.

But the horse couldn't stop now. Not for any noble reason but because his instincts and primal needs urged him forward. He had to finish what he started. He needed to breed this bitch.

"Gumdrop! Gumdrop, I'm cumming! Take me all the way, my stallion! Oh, yes! My lovely, loyal Gumdrop!"

Issuing a very unmasculine squeal of joy, Lord Delinious' vulpine shaft came hands-free, squirting his heavy load onto the polished floor of the palace.

Unseen from Tanner's vantage point, the fox's eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he pushed back against the brutal assault taking place under his tail. All the while his member continued to flex and spew, a testament to the lord's unspoken appreciation for Tanner's aggressive efforts.

Moments later, and perhaps partially triggered by the fox's feminine vocalizations, the stallion joined him in orgasm. The unmistakable flood of warmth in his backside made the noble whimper as he bit on his lip hard enough to nearly draw blood.

It was one of the most conflicted, confusing climaxes of Tanner's life but his equine cock didn't care -- it was just happy to get off. The guilt and self-recriminations only intensified as his brief but intense orgasm wound down. The horse couldn't believe that he'd just semi-willingly fucked his (former?) boyfriend's dad -- the fox who was actively threatening to have him castrated.

Nothing about the situation felt good to Tanner. And yet, part of him couldn't deny that the fuck had been hot as hell. Even hotter than deep dicking the man's son. The unbidden, unvoiced confession made him squirm and blush all the harder.

"Garrius?" the high lord called out as he pulled away, causing the shopkeep's soggy, dripping member to spring free from his well-worked hole.

Instantly a sharply dressed wolf attendant appeared from around the corner. The man had immaculately groomed snow-white fur and was donned in a butler's uniform that seemed devoice of even a single wrinkle or crease.

The wolf servant cleared his throat and then spoke, saying, "Yes, my lord?"

"Lick up that mess. All of it."

Tanner blinked upon hearing that. He thought the words were intended as a bad joke. They weren't.

"At once, my lord," the butler said, seemingly unperturbed at having been instructed to lick up their two men's 'leavings' off the polished floor.

It took only another few moments for the impeccably accoutered wolf butler to get on his hands and knees whereupon he began working on the noble's cumshot first, licking the floor clean with long, practiced sweeps of his tongue.

Equal parts amazed and disgusted to watch the man work, Tanner guessed the wolf was in his thirties which would put them at about the same age. Except he would never be caught dead licking cum off the floor. Even an insane high lord's cum.

"Don't mind him. Garrius is used to my particular... relaxation techniques. And with dealing with the aftermath. You're free to ignore him while we continue our conversation."

Even with that having been said, the horse can't tear his eyes away. Watching the wolf work is incredibly compelling in a disturbing sort of way. Part of the reason was the inherent contradiction. The butler seemed to be taking pride in a job that no one with a shred of actual dignity or pride would partake in. The only reasonable conclusion was that they were both mad -- fox noble and wolf servant, totally unhinged.

"What's the matter? Are you embarrassed for him? Don't be. He has been trained to serve the aristocracy since birth. For him, it's an honor to lap up his high lord's seed. Isn't that right, Garrius?"

The wolf briefly paused his floor licking to lift his head up and reply.

"Of course, sir. I live to serve," the butler said, his voice unfaltering and sounding entirely sincere before he returned his tongue to the floor and got back to work. There was still plenty of seed to lick up, after all.

But despite the man's words Tanner couldn't help but notice that the wolf made a face as he started in on a floor-chilled pool of horse cum. Apparently he didn't find 'animal' spew quite to his liking, compared to the noble's regal output. And because there was much more equine seed than there was fox cum, the wolf had his work cut out for him.

Should he be feeling sorry for the wolf, Tanner wondered? He honestly couldn't say. Perhaps there was a smidge of pity there but mostly the horse was just tired, confused, and extremely worried for himself.

After a moment's more consideration, the shopkeep decided he didn't have any sympathy for the bootlicking -- or in this case floorlicking -- servant. The butler could see he was in distress and yet did nothing about it.

Let the wolf lick his dirty cum off the floor, he thought. The fucker is just as guilty as the fox he serves.

"See? There you have it," the high lord said with a smile in his voice, oblivious as to the stallion's internal thoughts. "Anyway, as I was saying... Was that nice for you, boy? Get off on this, do you? Dirtying my pristine fox hole with your thick animal cum?"

Tanner wished he could turn his ears off. Now the man was yelling at him for getting off inside him? This was getting ridiculous. Beyond ridiculous.

"Your rutting has made my royal ring ache in a most pronounced manner. I hope you're satisfied with your petty revenge. What a savage you are. An utter beast. You haven't even gone fully soft! What an unrepentant reprobate."

Despite the man's words, Lord Delinious didn't sound angry. He sounded horny. Lustful. Downright lecherous.

The fox re-approached the horse but instead of slapping or punching the captive, the noble fell to his knees and begins sucking on the horse's considerable balls. But even as he sucked and licked he continued to talk around al mouth half-full of equine sack.

"You're trying to mock me with that erection, aren't you? Trying to pretend that a foreign horse has more stamina than the lord and ruler of this land? Outrageous. I'll show you, equine. We'll go as many rounds as is needed. We'll go until you're limp and defeated, and I walk away victorious."

Tanner wished he was away from here. He wished a lot of things, actually. He wished he was back home and free. He wished he'd never met Marcus. And he wished the man's tongue and lips didn't feel so good.

"Garrius. Delay what you're doing and fetch me the lube. This stallion finished too quickly last time. We'll hope reducing the friction will help this equine male last longer."

Pausing to swallow the mouthful of cum he'd just slurped up, the butler decorously replied, "At once, my lord."

Eyes alight with madness and need the fox challenged, "Prepare yourself for round two, beast."

Lube in hand, Garrius applies the cold viscous liquid directly to Tanner's member. Even as he did so, the wolf refused to directly acknowledge the horse or his plight.

It irritated Tanner beyond reason that he was beneath the attention of a man who would literally lick up cum off a floor if bid to by his master. It was like having the town simpleton think you stupid. Infuriating to say the least.

Once the equine was freshly lubed the fox turned around and go back into position, ass raised towards the horse as looked over his shoulder to address his man.

"Garrius, guide him in."

"Of course, my lord."

With a white gloved hand -- and seemingly unconcerned with the lube or cum staining the linen -- the butler went about touching and guiding the horse's most intimate part. Tanner didn't want the jerk to touch him but with his arms vanished away down magic portals he didn't have much say in the matter.

Soon the man found his member half-inserted into the lord's flexible hole, both males groaning at the intrusion. Task completed, Garrius stepped away to a nearby wall at which point he turned around and faces the action. In his hand he still held the tube of lube, ready and on hand should his lord desire subsequent applications.

"So large... Holy stars," the fox complained. "How did my boy take you? You monster. Using this... this weapon on my son! I'll never forgive you."

Still mostly erect despite being recently spent, Tanner wasn't sure what to do. Did the fox really expect him to --

"Having a nap back there, are we?!" the high lord berated, his anger as hot as his criticism was biting. "I said get to work you useless excuse for a--aaaaAAHH! There we go! Yes! Harder! Breed me! Use me! Make me your mare!"

The shopkeep had considered what the likely alternative was to temporary compliance and figured this was the least bad choice available to him. Reluctantly and half-heartedly, he got back to thrusting.

However, Lord Delinious wasn't having it.

"Are you deaf, horse? I said fuck me harder! Or I'll have Garrius here shove your balls through the royal chef's pasta maker. AFTER he tenderizes them with a meat mallet!"

Huffing in annoyance, Tanner put his back into it. He just prayed the fox didn't want a third go because he was sure he didn't have much left in reserves.

"Better," the noble allowed, still sounding less than happy. "Now, fuck me like your future sons depend on it, because they very much do."

Feeling a bit like a living dildo, the shopkeep tried to keep his pace up. He wasn't totally sure that the man was serious about the castration threat but the fox did seem mentally unwell enough to go through with it, if pushed.

As he thrust Tranner tried his very best not to think too hard about what came next, after the now whimpering high lord got his kicks.

Garrius, who had not been dismissed, stood silently at attention nearby, on-hand and ready to serve his master however the lord should require. The attendant had loyally served the fox for a great many years and observed the coupling with keen eyes, seeing everything but saying nothing -- as always.

And yet, as much as the disciplined butler tried to keep his eyes either pointed forward or directed towards his lord and master, the wolf's eyes occasionally stole a glance at the fox's discarded clothes.

He needn't have bothered to hide his interest in Lord Delinious' apparel because both fox and horse were entirely consumed by the passion of the moment. As the minutes ticked by and the sounds of lust continued to fill the room, Garrius kept his back straight and his face neutral as he faded away from attention and became just another element in the backdrop of the scene playing out before him. A role he'd become very familiar with over the years.

At his side, one of the wolf's gloved hands clenched tightly into a fist. It was the only sign that betrayed his hidden inner frustration.

( Thanks for reading! And for those who are interested, I posted some lore down in the comments section. )