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***Side Note***

I think I developed a bit of a problem with starting too many sentances with the word "I". If you look carefully, I'm sure you'll probably say the same thing. In any case, I'm too lazy to edit this again. Instead, I'll just aknowledge that there's a bit of a problem there and try to keep it in mind in the future. It's slightly different than this side note in the sense that it's actually a problem with the word "I" and not words starting with the letter. I just kind of thought it would be funny to make fun of it. Yeah, I'm bored.

***End Side Note***

It was so surprising to wake up with my head resting on Fred's chest. During the night, my head found its way under the covers, but to nowhere of any real significance. My naked body was pressed up against his light clothing, my legs locked between his. I poked my head up slowly; the light of the morning barely managed to penetrate my formerly private chamber. My chin rested on his chest, looking up at him. "Good morning," I said, as I looked up at Fred.

He roused quickly; his eyes flashed open and his hands slid down my back. "Well, now it's good to see you up," he said before pushing me back by my shoulder, "Now get back down. I believe you still owe me." A grin filled his face as I hesitantly backed down under the covers. "Only if you feel like it though."

I looked up again, this time the grin on my face, "Aww, aren't you going to make me?"

"Perhaps," he said, "Perhaps." A single claw ran along my cheekbone, "Maybe I will or maybe I'll just settle for doing other things to you if you don't. Now where did I put that flogger?"

I pushed my way back up, lifting the sheets just high enough to make my own morning hard-on visible. "Is that for if I do, or if I don't?" I asked, now much deeper into the fantasy than I had ever been.

His hand gripped my neck and forced me back down. "Now, now," he said, "Your role is to do, not to question."

The sheets transformed everything around me into a blur as my head dipped under. There was a slight rustling as I shifted back and kneeled across his knees with my face just hovering over his fine erect member. Through the dim, diffuse light, I could make out several little barbs of flesh around the base. As he did to me the night before, I took hold of his cock to keep it straight and ran my nose along the sides. The barbs gently massaged my face as I let the warm musk of his crotch fill my lungs. My nose dangled over the tip as I licked my lips thinking of how long he had kept me waiting the night before. Now was my chance to return the favour if I really wanted to. It seemed as if I'd be in line for a flogging anyway, so I backed off for a while and cupped his sack in my hand.

A fine, thin velvet like fur covered his scrotum. It felt very gentle against the pads of my paws. I slowly stroked the sack with two fingers as I rolled his twin testicles around inside their container. Out of curiosity, I lowered my head a bit closer and gave it a little kiss before sucking one of his plump orbs into my mouth. My tongue dragged it in further and pulled the second one up against my lips. In a fast snap of the jaw, I skilfully captured the second orb in lips without nicking anything with my teeth. More and more of his sack entered my mouth until my nose was right up against his penis again.

I let his balls drop from my mouth as I extended my tongue and ran it up the length of his shaft. His feet curled around my back as if to draw me in closer. I wanted to just lay back and play, but there simply wasn't enough room on the bed for that. My tongue worked its way between the barbs and liberally soaked each of them in saliva. For a while, I just lapped away at the base. I coiled my tongue around the side and slid it around the bottom, back into my mouth.

Then I moved onto the smoother shaft. My tongue swirled around the tip and picked up a bead of pre-cum, as I introduced it into my mouth. The succulent little drop quickly lost its flavour in my salivating mouth. I curled my lips back over my teeth as I formed a seal around his cock. His hips shifted slightly and his cock made a quick little thrust into my mouth. Some side to side swaying followed as he settled into a more comfortable position. It felt almost like he was dancing around in my mouth as I sucked.

My fingers drifted around the spikes on his member. I had heard stories about people with them, but till now; I had never actually seen them for myself. Pinching one between my fingertips, I investigated a little further. They seemed rather firm to the touch, but the tips were flexible. I wondered how it would feel to have them enter me as I repeatedly tensed and released my muscles. My bottom swayed back and forth in eager anticipation as I felt the first drop of pre-cum slowly drifting down my member. I wasn't quite sure if it would tickle or hurt to slide his member into me, or if it would be different sliding out than sliding in. It seemed like something like that would serve the same function as my knot, to discourage early removal, so I was kind of leaning toward hurt. My cock throbbed again, begging for attention as I tried to focus my efforts on getting off Fred.

His and slid down the back of my neck to my shoulder, gently patting me. I was just a giant lump in the sheets, a big, warm, pleasurable lump. I figured he probably wouldn't mind if I were to help myself a bit while I was working on him. He probably wouldn't even notice as long as I didn't leave anything incriminating behind. I shifted forward and slid a hand back as I placed my other arm at his side for support. My head bobbed up and down over his cock like a dirty sex slave as I curled my fingers around my own cock, stroking my dripping cock slowly a few times, trying to pleasure myself, but not too much. Then I moved my hand back to him, taking hold of his sack. The taste of pre-cum was now building in my mouth as I played with his balls again. Two fingers poked past the testicles and rubbed the bit of flesh between them and his anus.

My tongue worked faster in my mouth as I once again gripped my own member. He was tensing and had a bit of a hold on my head, keeping it in place. I could sense that he was close as I tried hard to refrain from stroking my cock too hard. Eventually, I decided it would be enough just to hold it as his hips thrust towards me, shooting more of his member into my mouth. I took the whole thing into my mouth and started swallowing as he erupted with white liquid. My tongue swept everything into the back of my mouth.

Finally, I collapsed with my head resting over his navel, and my hand still firmly clutched around my cock. It felt so tempting to stroke it and I did a little before I recalled the previously talk about keeping me withheld. My hand moved away, reluctantly. It seemed a little unfair that we haven't a chance to lay down any rules. For that matter, I didn't really have a chance to do or go over anything with my master yet. Practically everything was done by proxy and I felt uncertain of what I should and shouldn't do and how I should act.

My current spot felt rather comfortable though. I was content with staying under the sheets till being told to move. He seemed rather relaxed under me as well. So there we lay as the time passed and feelings of horniness subsided in favour of feelings of hunger. The sheets lifted, letting the light in again as he asked, "So, how about getting the day started?"

I nodded, "Sounds like a good idea, Fred." He tossed the sheets off and I slid off him to the side so that he could get up. "Breakfast?" I said, half-asking and half-suggesting.

"Yes, off to breakfast," he replied, "But bathroom first."

I soon found myself being dragged by the arm over to the mess hall with my hand cuffed behind my back. Of course, I was fully clothed again. It was more or less how things usually went. I was good for moral, so they kept me close. If I wasn't so willing, they probably wouldn't have treated me so nicely. Willing, that was an interesting term. Submissive seemed like a slightly more appropriate one at the moment. I suppose the role still fit. Willing, submissive and more or less ready, or at least once I get a better grasp of what I'm supposed to do.

I sat down in my usual seat, near the food and facing the line up of soldiers waiting to collect their share of whatever meal they were after. The past few days though, the line had been getting shorter as many of them moved on. The flood of new faces flowing through had died down and most of the personnel had moved on. Master Preston slowly limped up to his usual seat across from me, with a tray of food in his hands.

"Good morning my slave," Preston said, "Did you have a fun night?"

My shoulders drooped and I looked downwards. "That wasn't what I had in mind," I admitted, "Hard, but ok."

"Did Fred hurt you enough?" Preston asked as he leaned forward and began to eat with his elbows on the table.

"Only once master," I replied.

Preston chuckled and flicked his head back suddenly; his ears flopped back in turn. "Did you like it?" he asked.

It felt almost like he was asking me a personal question about my sexual history. Somehow, I didn't really know how to answer. Normally, I didn't like being hurt, but for some reason, I just didn't really remember pain at all. That was something different. As I thought about it, it seemed more like a gentle, sudden, warm hug than a flash of sharp pain. It was a gentle blow, though, not a serious one. I was confused, "I'm not sure."

"Does that mean we have to try again?" Preston asked.

I could do nothing but stutter in response, "Umm, umm, umm, master?" It was a bit awkward, but I shrugged as best I could with my hands cuffed behind my back.

"Oh, that's ok," Preston said as he drummed his fingers on the table, "I'm sure we'll have a lot of time to figure this out and there's definitely more than one way to keep you in line." His head turned briefly. As he gazed off into the distance he asked, "And where do you suppose your friend is with my toys?"

I quickly gave the line up a glance to see if I could spot him and then shrugged, "I don't see him, but the rest of the stuff is back at my room."

"As long as it's all accounted for," he said, as he focused on his food again.

"Master?" I asked timidly.

Preston glanced up slowly. "You want some?" he asked.

"I'm curious," I said, and paused again afterwards.

"Oh, about what?" he asked as he looked away again.

"The month thing you were talking about earlier." I said, "When does that start?"

Preston smiled, not bothering to look up. "Not for a while," he said, "Not for a while, till then, feel free to enjoy yourself when you aren't doing something else." He snickered again between bites and added, "The more often, the merrier."

"I see," I trailed off as I took hold of my tail. It felt kind of distancing as I sat there and watched him eat with my hands cuffed. My eyes glanced around again and I tried to find Fred. I was relieved when I saw him approach with a tray of food in each hand, zipping past the other tables like a waiter.

"I see you saved me a seat," Fred said as he sat down next to me and placed both trays on the table.

"Thanks for bringing the food Fred," I said and Preston immediately chuckled.

"Don't tell him," Fred quickly blurted.

"Tell me what?" I asked, "What's so funny?"

Fred smiled to me, clearly cracking up on the inside, "Let's just say, information is a privilege." Then he started laughing as well.

I felt confused, but if I wasn't supposed to know, I supposed I shouldn't push the matter. My focus shifted back on food and shuffled over and rubbed my side up against Fred. "May I eat now?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, "Dig in."

For a while, I was expecting to be uncuffed but Fred just picked up his fork and started on his food. I sat by for a while just watching before I interrupted, "Fred?"

"Go on," he said, "Don't wait for me to feed ya."

Again, I sat there for a while staring, then I got the idea and leaned over slowly, sniffing the food before I poked my muzzle and tried my best to keep everything from sliding all over the place.

"Looks like we've got an uncivilised one," Preston commented.

Fred shrugged, "Well, if you want to feed him or something, be my guest."

"No," Preston said, "I was just thinking, maybe we should set a bowl down on the floor for him. It seems slightly more appropriate for that manner of dining."

I blushed under my orange fur; something about that conversation had me stiff. Eating out of a bowl on the ground sounded like something a pet would do. I tried my best to ignore the comment as I lapped up the remaining food out of the corners of the tray. That was a suggestion I wasn't particularly looking forward to. My ears drooped to the sides and my tail fell limp behind me, as I looked up with a big mess all over my muzzle, unable to do anything about it. The mood was suddenly gone.

"Would you care to do the honours?" Preston said as he gestured towards my face with a napkin.

I pouted as Fred wiped my lips with his napkin, "Messy little beast, isn't he?"

Things started to sound more insulting than playful, so I just had to interrupt. "Please," I angrily stated, "I'm not in the mood."

Preston nodded, "Ok, let's break it up." He slowly stood up, using the table to support his weight as rose. "Solack, mind being a crutch for me?" he asked once he was standing.

I took a deep breath before I got up, then I turned to Fred and looked down at him briefly. That had upset me. I trotted off to the other side of the table and positioned myself next to my master's hurt leg. We walked for a while. Neither of us said anything as we took our time, travelling to somewhere I wasn't sure of.

Eventually, I had to break the silence. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked timidly. "Nope," Preston replied bluntly.

"Ok..." I trailed off awkwardly, "Next time, can I eat with a knife and fork?"

"Sure," Preston replied, "Whenever you feel like it. You have a right to say no to anything, though you might want to use that sparingly depending on how deeply you want you get into our fantasy."

"That's good to know," I replied sadly.

Preston then broke into a stereotypical gay lisp and said, "Though if you're not going to help out around the house while I'm working hard to support you, we're going to have to talk about our relationship."

I couldn't help laughing at the comment and broke into a lisp of my own, "Ok, but there's something I have to tell you. I was out cheating on you last night and it was good. I enjoyed every minute of it. In fact, he might even be better than you. Things were so good with him, I might even do that again."

Preston gave me a pat on the back. "Since I set that up, I suppose I'll take that as a complement. I hope you do enjoy your next encounter with," he paused for a while before finishing, "Fred." He was starting to make me blush when he tugged us towards a chair and sat down. "I've got a bit of a check up to go through and then I suppose you and I can have a little fun and you can tell me who you think really is better in bed."

My cock jumped at the thought, and I grinned as I took the seat next to him. "So, how's your leg feeling anyway?"

"It's fine," he said, "I just can't put weight on it without hurting, but I can rest it without trouble." His hand ran down my back and then he looked up with a smile, "And are you feeling better now, my pet?"

I nodded and panted with my mouth open just a crack. My cock was bunched up awkwardly in my pants and I wanted to fix but the best I could manage was to wiggle my hands a bit behind my back. "Yes master, I feel better now."

Preston gave me a little push forward, taking my back off the back of my chair, "Seeing as to how I shouldn't be supporting your weight in my current state, I can't offer up my lap. For now though, if you'd take my shoes off and curl up by my feet, I'll give you a little a little back rub."

I looked down at his feet and started to lean forward out of the chair. It sounded a little more pleasant than degrading, but I suppose it was more in the kind of deal that was made of it than the actual act. As I got down on my knees and crouched over his shoes, ready to pull the laces loose with my teeth, he grabbed hold of my handcuffs and pulled them upwards. My body tilted forward and locked painfully with my back arched.

"My, my, you look rather sexy like that," he said, "Maybe I should give you a good spanking once we get a bit of privacy."

My tail shot up, and brushed his arm as he reached down and patted my bottom, "Well, maybe a good spanking is just what I need. Do I deserve a spanking now?"

"Well," he said as he backed his hand away and tapped my bottom, "I suppose you do deserve a spanking at the moment, but this isn't my comfy chair." He quickly unlatched the cuffs and I slid onto the floor, "Now, I believe you were about to take my shoes."

I shook my head out as I picked myself up off the ground and immediately gave my wrists a quick rub. Since it seemed cute at the moment, I nipped the end of one of his shoelaces and jerked my head to the side, untying one and then the other. His shoes slid off easily and I tucked them under the chair before I turned myself into a comfortable little footrest.

We sat there waiting, his feet brushed back and forth across my back, and he occasionally dug his toes in for a good solid rub. The shirt was making it a little awkward, but it still felt good. Before I knew it, it was time for him to get a quick check. His hand pointed towards the ground as he got up slowly with the nurse's aid. A few steps later, he was motioning for me to follow, so I rose on my hands and knees, and crawled along behind him at his slow, limping pace.

We essentially went around the corner and resumed our previous act with a different chair in a slightly more medical looking environment.

I'm going to have to remove your pants to examine you," the nurse told him.

"Preston smiled and stretched out his legs, as he unbuttoned his pants. "Well, Solack, you've been waiting for a while to get my pants down. Would you care to do the honours?" he snickered.

I rolled onto my back and looked up at him trying my best to ignore the presence of the nurse. She looked down at me in surprise as took hold of Preston's pants and slowly tugged them towards me while he shifted his weight from side to side to allow them to slide off.

"Ok," said the nurse, half-trailing off in shock of what she had just witnessed. She reluctantly pulled Preston's leg away from me and unwrapped the bandages. A large section of his fur near the wound was shaved off and looked smooth with nothing more than a bit of light fuzz. It didn't really look that bad to me.

After a bit of poking and questioning, another bandage was wrapped around and Preston limped out again, using me as his crutch.

"Back to your room," he said, "You've heard me rant about my quarters before. Surprised that they still let you use that room after you became mine. I've got some people you'll have to thank for that."

"Thank in what way?" I asked, "The fun kind of way?"

"I suppose it would have to be fun for you too, probably in the same way you're thinking, but hopefully not quite what you expect. I like to keep you surprised and on edge," he said.

I quickly snorted, "I suppose that's one way to do me."

We were getting close to my room again when he said, "Well, maybe they won't be doing you. Maybe a good massage and a while of having a servant will do."

"Oh really?" I asked. That just didn't sound right, they probably wouldn't pass up the chance to use me.

Preston suddenly snapped at me, "Are you questioning your master?"

"No master," I instinctually replied trying to save myself.

"Are you lying to me?" he snapped again.

"No master," I replied again.

Preston shifted more of his weight onto me. "Oh, but you are," he declared, "You questioned me and you lied to me twice. You've been a very bad slave."

Something like this didn't really seem like a pig deal, but just the same, I was confused. "Sorry master, I didn't mean to" I apologised.

"Ah, so you didn't mean to. Since you have such poor control over what you mean, maybe I should just relieve your troubled mind of that burden and forbid you from speaking. Leave a bit more room in your head for things more important things than defiance."

My brain struggled in frustration as I failed to think up the right responses. Everything I said seemed to be a mistake in some way. "Please master," I begged, "Can't we talk about this?"

"See, now you're disobeying," he arbitrarily decided, "I thought we just agreed, you don't have the mental capacity to properly express yourself so we agreed that you shouldn't be allowed to speak. Now clear your little tiny head out and just focus on being a good slave. Speech is too sophisticated for your tiny brain."

"But what," I began only to be interrupted.

"I still here talking, you disobedient slave," Preston cut me off.

"What about," I tried again.

"You aren't listening," Preston insisted, "This is why we agreed that you can't talk."

"But," I began again.

"I 'ought to have your vocal cords cut since you don't seem to be able to handle having them," Preston threatened.

"Saying no," I finally finished in a desperate last outburst before shutting my mouth.

"To this or in general if you can't speak?" Preston asked, now back to a much more caring tone.

"Both," I replied as his hand shot out to cover my muzzle.

"Heh, got you," he giggled. "Now I suppose I'll have to give you that spanking. In general, I suppose playing no is best done with a code word. How does Arcadia sound to you? Just say it and we'll stop."

I nodded, "Sounds good."

"Hey, I didn't say you could speak yet," Preston bolted back into action, "Anyway, if you physically can't speak, grunt quickly three times, knock on something three times, I'll get the idea. It's a nice round number, enough that it won't be an accident and quick enough that you won't be interrupted while you're signalling."

I pouted and nodded and otherwise tried to signal my understanding without speaking out of fear that he'd yell at me again.

"Carry me the rest of the way you bad slave," he insisted.

I bent down as he shifted his weight solely onto his one good foot and tried to scoop him up without hurting him. We were able to travel quite a bit faster but it was a little hard to balance. The rest of the distance passed by quickly.

"Have you ever considered how romantic it is to carry someone into a room," he said as he reached out to open the door for me.

"No," I accidentally replied as I lowered him into the bed. Suddenly, I gasped as I realised my mistake.

"See, now you're learning," Preston smiled to me and then pointed at me and ordered, "Now strip and make it look sexy."

The order was a little surprising, but it sank in after a few seconds. My mind did feel a little small, but I tried not to let that bother me. A tune filled my mind and I nodded my head to the beat. My hips swayed with the rhythm as I dragged my shirt over my head. Then I spun around and pointed a foot out. I tugged the waste of my pants down to my thighs and rocked my hips back and forth till the slid down most of the way. There wasn't really much left now except for my boxers, though I wasn't really dressed with much to begin with. I stepped out of my pants and turned to the side with my head pointed downwards. The boxers came down next in a good quick jerk that caused them to slide to my feet instantly. Then I paused for a second as my tail drifted back up.

Preston got up and slowly made his way over to me as I held my pose. It felt as if he was inspecting me as he staggered around me and then back into my field of view. "You could use some practice," he said as he looked down my body, which made me suddenly aware of my stiff member. "As nice as you are, nudity doesn't earn you any lenience, nor should you expect it to," he warned, "Now carry me back to the bed so I can spank you."

The tune continued on in my mind as I scooped up Preston again and carried him the two steps back over to the bed. "Now bend over and rest your chest over the bed," he ordered as he stroked his hand down the width of the bed.

Fear was starting to set in as I kind of realised what I was about to put myself through. I leaned forward over the bed, bracing my head with my arms. Then I tried to rest my knees on the ground but found the surface a tad too high. Eventually, I settled into position with my legs spread and tail bounce around above my back with a clear shot of my bottom.

My master leaned over me and pressed his arm into my back. His fingers worked their way down through my fur and stroked my skin from the neck to my tail. "Now, I'll give you a choice and hopefully your little mind can handle the hefty burden of making choices and talking at the same time," Preston said, "I could give you a cute little, playful spanking, but I won't. That's more of a thing that lovers do for fun. Seeing as to how we aren't lovers and this isn't a for fun, it doesn't seem appropriate." His hand swung back and slapped me firmly with a sound, crisp clap. I jolted upwards in response, my ears pointed upwards and I backed into his arm which pushed me back down hard.

"Seeing as to how you're a slave and a rather lousy one at that. You also need to be punished for various deeds. So of course I'm going to have to hurt you and you'll probably start getting squirmy," Preston said as he pat my bottom again, "So I'll give you this choice, cuffs, or no cuffs?"

I shivered and my legs drooped inwards. My hands left their comfortable position as I whimpered in confusion. Since I had already shifted my position, I decided I might as well go with it and show that my mind has some certainty to it. Then my hands slipped behind my back, "Cuffs please master."

The weight left my back briefly as he pulled my wrists the rest of the way and cuffed them together. "Cuffs it is then," Preston said. Once again he pulled my arms up by the chain. I squirmed as he quickly hoisted my arms up beyond a comfortable level. It became hard to breathe as I squealed repeatedly hoping for mercy. Several seconds passed before I gave up trying to find a comfortable position and settled in pain. "I'd say you made a good choice. Seeing as to how squirmy you can get at times, keeping yourself held down will probably make this easier on you. Perhaps you do have a bit more intelligence to you than you seem to demonstrate."

I couldn't do much but whine and that was getting difficult now, as my neck grew incredibly stiff. After that first little bit, I didn't feel like struggling. Anything he wanted to do to me was going to happen to me. My mind nervously raced as I considered my lack of options. I knew what was going to happen as he rubbed one of my butt cheeks in warning. My harsh squeals did little to help as his hand slammed down my defenceless rump. I choked back the tears, completely forgetting about my ability to say no.

"That's one," Preston said, giving me some time to recover, "How was it? Hard enough to teach you a lesson?" His attention shifted back to my face for a while, one finger squeezed around my chin which was firmly entrenched in the bed. My arms were allowed to drop into a more comfortable position as he warned, "That was just a bit of a sample. I get the feeling you haven't been spanked in a while and it shows slaves like you need to be punished regularly to be kept in line. Not only that, but punished even more severely after mistakes."

As much as I could have used some time to adjust and calm down, his speech wasn't relaxing. Things skipped back to business all too soon. My body jolted forward as he slammed his hand into my bottom again. Thankfully I was braced against the bed and wasn't in danger of hitting the floor or the wall. It seemed all too soon when Preston's hand sliced through the air and pounded solidly into my bottom. I grunted in pain and my legs turned to jelly and wobbled back and forth almost wishing that they could dangle freely.

My mind started tracking time in breaths. I got two breaths in between overlooking that I was breathing rather quickly. I braced myself, his hand was already off my rump and capable of striking at any moment. I held my breath and time seemed to stop for a while as my hands shook with the handcuff chain taught between my wrists. Wham! Sure enough he hit me again.

His hand settled on my bottom and rubbed over my sore, tender flesh. A loving tap told me that he was done for now and started another monologue, "Does that feel any better to you? Admit it, you need to feel a little pain to remind yourself that you're under the yoke of your master," he declared. My tail was brushed back into his other hand, and soon restrained against my handcuff chain. "Do you feel you've learnt your lesson yet?" he asked.

I snorted with watery eyes on the brink of full crying. I lifted my chin off the bed with a slow groan and got it just high enough to nod. It hurt a lot more than I thought it would and the romantic appeal vaporised. It wasn't as cute now. It really stung.

"Are you kidding?" Preston said sounding surprised, "I think you could use a bit more." I felt the handcuffs drift upwards and found myself pinned against the bed again trying to minimise the pain. "Since I have to train you more or less from the start, I suppose I should treat you as a fresh slave and try not to hurt you too badly till you get used to the idea," Preston declared. However, stopping didn't really feel like the direction he was going. My hands were jerked up sharply into the painful region. "But if I didn't give you one more round, it wouldn't be fair to either of us. It's in my best interest to make sure that this doesn't happen again and it wouldn't be fair to you if I stopped before you really got the point and had to punish you for the same thing again," my master declared.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as he hoisted my wrists higher still. My lungs felt stiff and I held my breath as his hand came down on my bottom again. His hand backed away and quickly slammed into me again. I was spanked once more after that and my writs were allowed to drop back to a comfortable level.

I was breathing again, but the warm throbbing feeling was now twice as bad as it was before. My eyes were sealed shut with tears dripping liberally out the corners of my eyes. I whined once for attention as he rubbed my back for a while taking things slowly. "Now, now," Preston said, "That's over and done with till the next time you need to be spanked." It took a while for my breathing to slow and heart to calm down. After a while, I started to feel more secure about my legs. Things drifted back to a more or less normal level except for the lingering pain in my body and fixation in my mind.

Once I was a little more controlled, Preston rolled me completely onto the bed. For a while, I rested on top of him, our chests pressed together. His hands affectionately rubbed up and down my sides as I silently drew myself together. Some more time passed and then he uncuffed me. My arms flopped lazily to my sides. His kind hands brushed my ears back and patted my tuft of head fur down. A big smile told me that everything was alright. He rolled me over again o to my back now that my hands weren't going to be squished between us.

One hand drifted down my face and closed my eyes as a way of telling me to relax. His arms locked around me and rocked me back and forth in my stupefied state. "Just relax for a while," Preston said, "You handled that quite well for a first time. Inhale slowly, deep breath in. Deep breath out."

For a while, my head swayed back and forth on his chest as I contemplated pulling my head together. There seemed to be an odd, blank bliss after being hurt and I felt safe relaxing in my master's arms despite what he had just done to me. I groaned softly and tilted my head back, exposing my neck to the air. His hands flowed up my body and slid his claws up and down my throat. My mind continued drifting in and out.

Preston closed his hands around my neck again, this time I did not struggle. My mind simply failed to make the connection between the warm pressure of his hands around my neck and danger. Instead, I rested, my body slowly bobbing up and down as my master breathed. "I'll give you a bit of time to think about this," Preston whispered, "If you feel you can handle talking again, you may do so now. Otherwise, I'll fuck you silly then give your mind till breakfast tomorrow before we try burdening it again."

Once he finished, his hands slid away from my vulnerable throat and rubbed my upper chest. A voice in my head echoed the message back to me; it's meaning felt almost cryptic in my current state. Again, I reminded myself of what he said and gradually came to a conclusion. "When you're ready either just say something or prepare yourself," Preston said, "Put on a good show of fingering, get yourself relaxed, stretched out and ready for my hard cock to plow into you without mercy."

My mind repeated his statement to me over again as I once again tried to extract some understanding. Then it broke the message down a bit and a more concise, paraphrased version came through. It repeated to myself again and I finally started working my way back to my actual surroundings. Basically it came down to either fucking or speaking and I felt like choosing fucking. My mind busied itself by slowly counted out the number of hour left in the day as my hands drifted between my legs. I rubbed my fingertips against my inner thighs checking them over and over again before I decided to move onwards. My claws had all been trimmed away by my captors to prevent using them as weapons, only fairly smooth lumps, which barely stretched past my fingertips, remained.

My legs slid apart as I rubbed the smooth skin at the base of my tail, the edge of my hand barely grazed my tenderised rump. I whimpered and sank lower in Preston's arms as a hot wave of pain ran through my system making me aware of just how sore I had become. Cautiously, I rubbed my tail hole up and down, feeling the smooth texture of my skin and stretching it out between my fingers. I was barely aware that I had made up my mind when my other hand appeared at my muzzle begging for a good coating of saliva so that they could explore my insides. My tongue was far too happy to oblige as it slide out of its hiding place and coiled around my fingers one at a time before returning to my mouth for a bit more.

Preston saw that I had made up my mind, or at least started far enough down one path to justify punishing me if I spoke again today. He slid me off his chest and lifted me off him at the hips. "Keep going and put on a good show," he said as he slid over to the far wall, completely avoiding putting weight on his foot. His hand dipped into his breast pocket and produced a small camera as my tongue slobbered a third coating of saliva over my fingers. There was a flash followed by a quick beep. "Turn this way," my master ordered me. Without thinking, I pivoted around on my bed, my legs now dangling over the edge. There was another flash and another beep as my wet hand dropped back bellow my waste. Preston's foot brushed my tail away as he gave another order, "Raise your leg and run your hand under it."

Having photos taken of me was hardly on my mind as I pulled a leg back up onto the bed and dug my ankle into the edge. My body twisted onto a slight tilt as my wet hand slid under and began stroking the moist saliva over my tail hole. It was a bit chilling at first but my body quickly got used to the feeling. I pushed my cheeks apart with two fingers as another flash went off. My eyes shut tightly and my head tilted back as I breathed deeply while my mind wondered what it would feel like to be fucked as I timidly slid a single narrow finger into myself. Another flash followed as I worked my finger in with little resistance. I let the finger flop around inside me, half-grateful at the how easy it went in and half disappointed that there wasn't much fanfare.

"Move your other hand away and let me see that it's really in," Preston's voice said, "Hold your cock and play with yourself if you want. Take that second finger when you're ready." I wasn't sure if he was telling me to look like a slut or if I was just thinking it, but I moved my hand away and there was another flash. My hand closed around my member as I put off trying a second finger till I felt more confident. The single finger slid in and out as I clamped down on my finger, somehow wishing for more but not sure if I could handle it. There was another flash as my hips started to rock slowly and my hand drafted up and down my cock. I took my second finger and began to rub it down along my rectal opening wondering if I was ready. The first one didn't feel like much, so I pushed in with the second finger. I could feel myself stretching and backed out for a while before trying again. My worries that it would hurt quickly disappeared, but it now felt too tight to move around.

There were more flashes and as Preston congratulated me, "Very nice. Do you think you can handle a third?"

My third finger tickled the bottom of my opening as I wondered how I would position it. Bellow the other two was a pretty scary thought, which probably would have torn me. Bunched into a triangle, I was afraid that would hurt. I shook my head as I slowly stroked my cock again.

"Well, take your time and wait till it feels comfortable," Preston said as he took another photo, "Wait till it feels a little more normal, and when you're ready put both legs in the air, take your fingers out and I'll see what I can do to you. Then we can see how sore you are in the morning."

I released my cock and brushed it with two fingers, gently teasing myself as I tried to hold back my release. Though it was tight, it was far too tempting to squeeze my fingers. My cock jumped and things suddenly felt more sensitive. A twitch developed in my leg as I groaned in pleasure. I felt so close, yet I kept holding myself back.

I groaned again and rocked my hips. It was just so close and I could hardly take it anymore. I knew what I wanted and ready or not, I was going to get it. A moment passed as I let myself relax and then squeezed again trying to convince myself I was ready. Satisfied with my quick check, I dropped my hand away and raised my legs.

"That was rather quick," Preston remarked, "Are we really ready, or just impatient?" He rose slowly, leaning against the wall to help him up before slowly waddling over, "Just so you know, if you're hurting in the morning don't bother telling me. If you're being foolishly hasty, in this, you're not allowed speaking tomorrow." My master leaned in between my legs, his hands pressed into the bed near my shoulders as he spoke, "Ya know, maybe it isn't such a good idea for me to do this standing up till I'm done getting over your nicely positioned mine work."

He gave me a playful smile and a wink, so I wrapped my legs around his body and pulled him over me. With a bit of effort, I managed to turn us so that we were once again lying along the length of the bed and pouted at him wondering what he had in mind.

Preston looked down on me and drew my head up for a quick peck on the side of my muzzle. "You know what I think," he began as he rolled off me and started removing his pants. "I think you probably don't get enough exercise cooped up into a little room like this. Someone like you ought to be allowed a chance for some rigorous physical activity every now and then." The mattress shook a little as Preston struggled from side to side getting his shirt off. His gentle brown fur was now fully exposed to me for the first time. He reached into one of his pockets before tossing his clothes aside and dropped a cold little packet of lubricant right on my muzzle, "I think you should do a bit of riding."

I peeled the packet of lubricant off my face, now suddenly afraid of hurting myself again. My eyes quickly glanced over the package before I tore it open. It wasn't really a brand that I had seen before, but it felt pretty nice when I squirted some between my fingers. Preston's warm, erect member felt warm in my hands as I held it up and emptied the rest of the contents of the package over it. The liquid felt cold on my fingers as I spread it out down his full length. I tried my best to keep the rest of the lubricant on two of my fingers as I spread it out. Somehow I felt that I could really use as much as I could get. Once his member achieved a glistening coat, I hunched over it and smeared whatever stuck to my fingers over my tail hole and slid them in doing one last check to see if I was really ready.

Preston shifted his weight back and forth to get comfortable before firmly gripping my narrow waist in his hands. As much as I was going to be in control of the thrusting, he made it clear that I was there to facilitate his wishes, not to act out my own. He gave me a stern look and almost as soon as I pulled my fingers out, he tugged me downwards while I struggled to stay up. Things weren't entirely ready and it didn't feel like I was going to get any more time to prepare. My hands slammed down on the bed as I tried to get balanced enough to line myself up. His cock flopped down under me as I rushed to get my hand under and guide it in. My body fell slowly, giving into his pull as his cock slide away from the target. I whimpered, embarrassed and defeated. "What's the matter?" Preston asked, "Sex slave like you don't know how to take bit of cock?"

I nodded as I wiggled back and forth trying to get up again without success. It didn't feel fair to be rushed when I wasn't sure I was ready. I suppose I was partly to blame as well since I tried my best to claim I was ready. His hands pulled me down with even more force now, holding me close. A stern gaze told me that I was doing something wrong and I ceased my efforts.

"Wait until I'm finished before you try again," Preston scolded, "I'll give you a fun punishment seeing as to how you've already had a painful one. Get it right this time and get off three times before I do. If you can't do that, for every one you don't make, you'll spend an hour sitting in the corner without release. Do I make myself clear?"

I nodded, three times didn't sound that bad. Usually I could get one off pretty quickly if I really tried for it. The second and third though, I was hoping for a speedy recovery. His hands let go and dropped to his side. Free, I immediately set out to begin my task. His cock slipped around in my hand as I held in place, slowly lowering myself down. I closed my eyes as I felt myself stretching down around it tightly. Everything felt so much more difficult than when I was fingering myself. Maybe I wasn't really ready, but I was hoping not to show it. His hands took hold of me again and dragged me down unexpectedly, pushing the tip completely past my ring of muscle in a single, swift slide. I panted in surprise and took a while to settle down. For some reason, I wasn't sure if I was hurting or not. It was a strange new feeling for me. Things got going again all too fast and not of my choosing. Preston dragged me down on himself a little further. Thing weren't going to slip out any time soon.

"Everything ok?" he asked.

I wasn't sure what to answer, it had all happened too quickly. I had been swiftly pried open and broken into. My head couldn't manage much more than a weak whimper, still unsure of myself. Now that it was in, it felt a lot easier. I was a little sore, still adjusting I supposed. My eyes blinked and I sank further down his member. I groaned and cringed; it felt so big as I wondered how much more of it there was. Everything about me suggested that I was hurting, but I still wasn't really sure if I was in pain. My shoulders rotated back and I slid back up again a bit to where I figured I was earlier.

"First timer?" Preston asked.

I nodded, wondering how badly it showed. My tail drooped between Preston's legs and swung back and forth. It was kind of a scary experience now that it was actually happening.

"Work it in slowly," he said twisting from side to side, "It'll feel easier once you've got had a sample of the full thing."

My shoulders drooped and nodded, just going to take it easily. I lowered myself a bit further, twisting back and forth to work it in slowly. It was difficult to make any progress, but I felt I was slowly getting somewhere. Sex with an objective was something kind of new to me. Slowly getting there, but the keyword at the moment being slowly. Then I felt things going the other way. I couldn't help it. My body couldn't help it but to give a bit of a squeeze and we both cringed in unison before I let go.

Preston panted, "Ok, now you're asking me to hurt you back."

My body rocked as I shook my head. That was quite a bit more painful than I thought it would be. Muscle twitches were going to happen though. It was really just a matter of time and timing.

Kindly, my master's hands guided mine back to my member. "Here's an idea, how about you give that a go and just let yourself naturally drift down till you're comfortable with everything," Preston instructed me, "Give yourself a few minutes and you'll either get used to it or get really sore. One or the other, I can never remember which it is."

There was almost no helping it; I chuckled nervously at his remark, squeezing over and over again as I laughed. It wasn't nearly as bad as the last time though. Once I regained my composure, I tensed my muscles slightly and developed a good grip on Preston's hard penis. My own cock hopped into position, stiff, erect and more sensitive than ever. I grinned as I looked down and curled my fingers around my proud member. I stroked it up and down slowly with a loose grip as I focused my mind on the happy thought of impaling myself on my master's gorgeous member like a dirty cock slut. It was feeling so nice that I barely had to do anything get myself close to the edge. If I was told to orgasm, I could probably pull it off within a few seconds of the word. My hand slowly stroked my cock towards the tip with a good squeeze and then returned back to the base gently. Just a few strokes away, a little faster and all it would take is a few strokes to set me off.

My body sank a little deeper as I wondered how much longer I could enjoy this wonderful feeling before I caved in. My hand moved back and forth in a predictable, slow fashion and my breathing slowed to match. It was a good tip, but I wondered if I'd be able to get off just riding alone. It seemed possible given how close I've felt ever since it took hold of my member. Then I shrugged; there'd be plenty of time for experimenting with that later. Possibly even times when I wouldn't have free hands to play with myself. I was reminded that I still had three times to go, but wanted to time my first one with having it all the way in. There was going to be some strong squeezing and I hoped I could get the hardest part done and over with while touching myself still felt good.

It felt much easier to drop myself down smoothly over my master's cock now. I don't know how much I took in or how much I had left to go, but with a firm grip on my shaft, I slid down and made my biggest drop yet. My breath hastened and heart raced as having that much more made me so much more sensitive. It almost seemed like a bad idea to stroke my cock anymore at this point. Things were more or less at the point where any movement would set me off and I'd rather it came from my bottom than my hand. With all my will power, I tore my hand from my member and pressed down. Finally, I was riding cock like the submissive sex slave I had so badly wanted to be. My eyes closed and I held my breath, determined to push myself down the rest of the way and set myself off in the process. I couldn't help squeezing a bit as I slid, this time, it wasn't painful, but rather made things a little more pleasurable. Things seemed to go so slowly for a while, then it hit almost all too soon, my bottom finally made contact with his knot.

It was one goal down and one goal, not quite completed. For a moment, I contemplated stroking myself off the rest of the way, but then decided that this was probably the best chance I'd have to try this for a while and rocked upwards a little. Just a little bit, it was such a struggle getting down that I didn't want to risk repeating it just yet. Up a bit and down again. It was more vibrating in place than actual riding, but I gave another light squeeze and finally, there I was. White gobs of goo drizzled almost anticlimactically out the tip of cock. Just a few globs of it, but they were big globs.

"That's one," Preston smiled, "Only two more to go if you'd rather not spend your time jacking off and never actually getting off. Though I think you've been giving yourself too much of an unfair advantage. You make a very nice and firm fitting cock ring, but thus far you've been a lousy jockey. Do you think you're ready for a bit more riding yet?"

I took a deep breath and shrugged. It felt a little different after that first orgasm. I tried to pull myself up a bit, then a bit further. It was getting easier, but things just didn't feel the same as they did before. Maybe it was just like stroking my external bits and just needed a bit of time to recover, I guessed. Then I slid down again, completely loosing track of how big Preston's member was. Things started out slowly; just short little movements till Preston took hold of me again.

"Ok, I suppose I'll have to help teach you how this is done," Preston said, "You ready." As soon as I nodded, he began lifting me up, double, triple, quadruple, the distance I was going before. I could feel quite a big difference between where I was and where he put me and then he guided me back down again, a little gentler than he took me up. My head hung in shame as I realised how much further I could have gone. His hands guided me up again, and down and up once more. "You think you can handle it now?" he asked.

I nodded again and resumed bouncing up and down in a jerky, stop start motion. The feeling was gradually starting to return or more correctly, the awkwardness began to fade. My body pitched back and forth in exaggerated motions as I made seriously small movements on Preston's cock.

"You know what?" Preston rambled, "Cock riding is a very backward sport. In most cases the one being ridden gets more exercise than the one doing the riding. Also, in most sports, when results aren't what they should be, the one riding hits the one being ridden. But again, cock riding is a very backward sport. If you're not doing a good job riding, you're going to get smacked." His hands gripped my sides again as he went through the motions with me again. "Smooth, consistent motions. This isn't a stop and go traffic jam, you want things to go smoothly and to keep things steady. Don't stop in the middle go a bit further and stop again. Think of a treadmill, just straight consistent motion. What you're giving me is more like stairs, up and down in little tiny steps."

I nodded reluctantly. It was all pretty simple stuff that I had figured out before the beginning, but it was different actually carrying it out. I was worried, worried that I'd hurt myself. As much as that would probably feel nicer, I didn't want to hurt myself. Smoother, more consistent motions. I was once again going at a pace where I could match up my breathing with my motion and tried to keep relaxed. This was easier stroking my cock; it gave me something to think about other than potentially hurting myself. Granted, I didn't really do a good job then either. Up, down, up down. It felt almost like learning to march again. Sure, we all knew how to walk, but keeping everyone going the same speed and doing the same motions at once was slightly different. Up, down, up down, it was so simple, yet for some reason I wasn't doing a good job. I suppose it kind of fit my theme for the day, screwing up everything because I'm just a stupid slave, nothing more, nothing less.

Once again, I held my member in my hand. It was beginning it's bounce back to life and I could feel it getting harder as I tensed my muscles to make use of the best of Preston's cock.

"I still think you have this riding thing pretty skewed," Preston said, "The primary role of the cock jockey is to facilitate the steed's wishes and so far you've been doing a rather unsatisfactory job of that. You're focusing too much effort on other things and not enough on getting me off. Come on, hitting you on your first run probably isn't the best thing for you."

That was true, but if anyone was going to be sore after this, it would be me, not him. Since it really is a backward sport, I suppose rather than killing a hurt steed, killing a hurt jockey would fit the theme quite nicely. What I really needed though was to relax and get my mind off things, and I knew just the thing for that. I closed my eyes and took hold of my member again. It was time for round two. My mind relaxed as I got something to focus on, the smooth gentle motions of my hand sliding over my warm, throbbing cock. It took a bit of effort, but I soon managed to get my body moving in unison with my hand.

I couldn't really move very fast though, it was hard to move. A lot harder to move than I had first imagined. It was getting easier though, but I was starting to get sore in another way. Normally, there wasn't anything I'd really have to hold myself open for and my muscles were starting to ache. It was better than some other reasons though; this one I knew would go away after not too long. My mind focused mostly on one thing, my cock that had gone back to its very pleasurable state. Once again, my muscles tensed and gripped Preston's member tightly, and my cock twitched till it pointed out stiffly and aggressively. I was riding much slower now, but my hand was starting to go a bit faster. Not that taking it wasn't fun, but stroking myself was just that much more familiar.

With a firm grip on myself, I once again brought myself close to orgasm. For a while, I had wondered if I could do what I did the first time and trigger myself by riding again. I took a firm grip on the knot at the base of my cock and squeezed it as I rocked up and down. My aching muscles squeezed a little and soon all motion ground to a halt. It was just too close, just too tempting. My hand pumped back and forth along my cock as my head tilted up in delight. I made a high pitched squeal, as my rump ground against his hips. Hot white drops of goo sprayed out the tip of my cock. It was nothing more than a few drops, but it went a bit further than the first time. It was what happened inside that counted. My head and shoulders drooped and my eyes slid shut. My mind just completely shut down.

The world was nothing more than a calm, warm, relaxing bubble for a while till Preston had to poke me back to reality. "That's two now, but you're still not really doing that much to get me off. As nice as it is to stop and play with yourself it doesn't work for what the point of this exercise is really about," Preston scolded, "Oh well, I suppose you only have one first time. Better make it a memorable one. And with regards to memories, I think maybe you need a few more photos."

A blinding flash took away my vision for a while and left me with a dizzying purple rectangle in my eyes. Yeah, memories, I was hoping to have some kind of magical connection, not this kind of half worried about hurting myself thing. It was pretty much a result of jumping into things too early. I kept going though. It was kind of rude to have kept him waiting so long, especially when he was the master and I was the slave.

Aches were starting to develop in all sorts of other places now. What he had said about not getting enough exercise in this little room was true. There just wasn't anything to do here or any room to do it in. I was gasping to catch my breath as my chest ached, my arms were sore, and my thighs were tender, but I tried my best to keep going. For the first time I was taking in the spirit of the circumstances and focusing my efforts on getting Preston off. Making the third shot wasn't going to be a possibility for me, something was going to give out before I could finish and I'd rather let it end with him getting off than collapse.

I forced my tail hole to relax as I pressed on going faster and faster promising myself that it wasn't going to be that much longer. For my efforts, I received a little pat on the thigh.

Preston grunted in delight and thrust his hips to spear me a little deeper. It was nice to know that he was finally getting into things after complaining about how I've been acting as a nice cock ring. However, it was a bit easier without that. My body arched over as I panted, struggling to hold itself up. Still, I promised myself that it wouldn't be that much longer as my member slowly come back to life. This time, I'd be ignoring it, there wasn't the strength left in me to drag this out longer than it had to go.

My ring of muscle was starting to go numb as I continued riding, not sure if I'd be hurting afterwards. Things were starting to go from a fun, experimental little dance to an arduous labour of love. It didn't seem like it would be that much longer as Preston started shifting about and whimpering underneath me. I kept going, waiting for things to come to an end. There was little denying that my body was going to give out as we groan in unison. It was just a race to see if I'd be able to finish before I collapsed.

I could see Preston's breath growing more rapid as his chest bounced up and down. Things were getting closer as he grabbed hold of my knees. A couple of yips later, his hands slid up my legs and gripped my waist again. This time, instead of encouraging my motion, he dragged me down hard and held me against his hips as he thrust up to contact me, threatening to split me open with his enormous knot. Pain shot through my body as I stretched a little further but no where near enough to take it in. His member shook for a while and then collapsed back into the bed.

That was the sign I was waiting for and my body shut down once I saw that my goal had been met. I flopped over face first into the bed beside him, his cock slipping out of me as I fell. His gentle hand slicked my ears back as he began getting up. "That was nice, but you've left a pretty big mess all over me," Preston said pointing out my flaws again, "Since you don't seem to be going anywhere, I'll be off to go clean myself up. Rest well Solack, you deserve it."

I groaned and shifted my arm weakly to touch him one last time before he left. Finally, I could take a well-deserved break, far too tired to care where he was off to or when he'd return. My body slowly sprawled out over the now vacated area of the bed as I made myself more comfortable. Preston gave me one more pat on the head before I heard the clanking of crutches and followed shortly be the opening and closing of a door. Now was a good time for a nap.