Quickie #1
Quickie #1:
Memories of Meadows
Jinot lay as straight as he could on the cramped pallet next to the door. The floor stank and he didn't like to even stand on it if he could help it. There was poor drainage in the cell. It had been only a few hours since he'd been put in solitary confinement, but he was still too wound up to do anything but huddle on the cot and shiver. Mostly white, his fur had a few large patches of brown, one of which gave his face a curiously quizzical expression. Once he had been healthy, but was now a little underweight due to lack of any caloric content. There was plenty of physical labor, though, and if this routine kept up for a few years, he would more than likely be dead of physical depletion. Ears falling to his shoulder blades if he stood, Jinot was still not very tall and combined with his lack of raw muscular power, he couldn't defend himself in this place.
Which was exactly why he had purposely attacked a guard. Ribs, arms, back... if he could name a part of his body, it hurt like hell. But a single beating by lazy guards was much preferable to what would have been happening had he been put in the cell previously planned for him. Filthy and exhausted, Jinot wanted to force himself to sleep while he could, but the only thing he could think about now was what might happen to him next.
The slums were a dangerous place, but not if you had grown up there. Aunt Tony had used to say, "Born an' bred in the briar patch, darlin." The old prostitute was now a prosperous madam, and her brothel was infamous throughout the slums for quite a few things. Working as a drudge there, Jinot had learned all about the laws of nature from a very early age. Concrete and steel might be the trees, asphalt and sewage might be the soil, people the animals -- but the savagery and callous apathy was all the same. His birth had left him with a debt to the House: his mother could not work while she was pregnant, for no one would take her. For some time afterward she could not work, for she was still weak from giving birth. On top of the debt she still had remaining when she died, it would take a long time for Jinot to earn his freedom cleaning the rooms and hauling wood and water. Manual labor was not in short supply in the city of Gibboun, but Aunt Tony was a generous woman, and had decided that it would be dishonest to throw him into the streets. At the time, he had been only eight years old. His mother had taken a little too much Vikre with her wine one night.
As was common to the slums, eventually the police made a surprise raid on the House of Meadows. In the chaos of fleeing patrons and employees, the police began to lash out with their shock-docks, and Jinot had been clipped over the head when he stumbled at the wrong moment. Cleaning up the haul, the police just loaded up everyone who couldn't get away. Now Jinot found himself up for auction in the Labour Stable. Although he hadn't liked the House of Meadows, Jinot would still have preferred the predictability of Aunt Tony over the chances of a new owner. That is, if he survived long enough to be sold. As malnourished and small as he was, it was just silly to hope for someone to buy him. Having come of age not long ago, as normal citizens would reckon such things, his relative youth and comparative submission was the only thing he had going for him. Stripped when incarcerated, the only thing left to him to wear was a loincloth. There wouldn't be a way to disguise that he was a physically weak specimen. He wondered bitterly if this was natural selection.
Realizing he heard approaching voices, Jinot jerked upright and scrambled back into the furthest corner from the door. Eyes wide and huddled with his knees in front of him, Jinot felt that if he couldn't pretend to not be frightened at all, the least he could do was not show outright terror. The cell door jerked open to reveal a canine Noble and one of the handlers. Extremely obsequious, the handler grunted and squeaked overly polite assurances that "Oh, very much, yes! He's practically free! Though I gotta admit, he looks a little rough right now, it's nothing that won't come out in the wash! Who knows, you may be able to tan that hide enough to fade them spots." The porcine guard continued to babble as the Noble gave Jinot a hard eyed once-over.
As soon as he began to speak, the handler immediately shut up -- cutting his sentance in half. "I'm taking him. Half price." There was little to argue about, and the handler agreed. But when he made as if to enter the cell in order to drag the trembling slave out, the Noble roughly slammed his gloved hand against the fat porcine's face to shove him out of the way. "Get away from my property." The canine stated calmly as he looked at Jinot. "Come," he said, directed at Jinot this time.
As strong as the Noble looked, and as abrupt as he behaved, Jinot decided it wasn't worth being obstinate and cautiously uncurled in order to approach the door. The handler was still groveling, but there wasn't any chance Jinot could get past his new, athletic owner. Wearing a silk kilt cut in the latest fashion, a long, silk cloak and tula sandals, the canine Noble's perfected physique was on proud display under a tightly tailored and sleeveless tunic. Among Nobles it was fashionable tradition to abstain from manual exhertion, but this Noble had a body moulded from muscle! The sleek, short fur allowed every minute detail of this Noble's body to ripple and bulk with his every movement. Dark as obsidian, his pitch fur changed to white below his knees and on his forearms; the tailored gloves ended in fashionably wide cuffs at his wrists. Such a bizarre and striking outfit for a Noble to wear, Jinot decided that this, combined with such an immediate purchase, meant his new owner was prone to whim and something of an eccentric. He must take care to not invoke a particularly harsh punishment if his master was feeling whimsical...
Without looking back, the Noble canine walked away down the narrow corridor toward the only exit. Staring after him, Jinot and the porcine handler suddenly were forced to catch up. The handler babbled sycophantic nonsense the whole way, but was careful to stay respectfully behind the Noble and away from his property. They took a different route to the stable yard which avoided the main pens; Jinot had at least enough of his wits about him to be grateful for that.
The Noble's mode of transportation was oddly normal considering what Jinot had half expected. A plain carriage, enameled black with a crest on the side. Having spent his life in deep resentment of the upper classes who lived within the high walls of the city, Jinot had never learned or wanted to learn anything about the particular Noble Houses. The crest on the carriage resembled an elaborate letter "S". His owner allowed the door to be opened for him, but had Jinot board first. They sat facing each other while Jinot fidgeted mightily and avoided his new owner's eyes. It would likely be a bad idea to speak without being spoken to, and Jinot had no idea what sort of temperment this Noble had. Considering his behaviour so far, though, Jinot tried to seem as passive and submissive as possible so as to placate the Noble's assured wariness. For crying out loud, the whole situation stank of something suspicious to Jinot's nose. Why would this Noble just buy him without even bothering to look him over first? Why did he not have Jinot transported in another vehicle? It was so unusual for a slave to be unrestrained while being transported, especially in such close proximity to a Noble... Jinot strained to not show his strain.
It was only after the Stable was a ways behind them that the Noble spoke, "You should know that you are now in the service of House Stockholme. I am Lord Rhupin Stockholme, as I'm sure you've guessed by now." Jinot continued to avoid looking at his lord. Since the statement didn't ask a question or seem to require a reply, he kept his mouth shut. "You'll find that I'm not cruel, though I do expect to be obeyed." Jinot's heart sank at this; in his experience, the worst of them always said something like that... "When I saw you on the block, you seemed rather new to the experience. How long have you been in the Stable?"
A direct question which required an answer. "Three weeks." He replied quietly.
"Ah. Likely you wouldn't have lived there for much longer. You'd need more meat on your bones to have been sold." Rhupin watched the leporid across from him and was pleased to notice the tiny reaction to his statement. It seemed that this was a slave with wits, as he suspected. Jinot didn't say anything about that, although he fidgeted a little more. It was uncomfortable, the way this Noble stared at him. He felt more naked than he was, and was acutely aware that he was sitting on previously very clean silks. "I think Hulma will have just what you need waiting for us when we arrive." Jinot dreaded finding out what this might be. A collar or a whip or both, more than likely. This Hulma person could only be the handler.
At last, the carriage bumped to a stop and Rhupin climbed out first. There were a few people waiting for them, and Jinot looked them over to gather any sort of information he could about his new home. A plump, dumpy hedghog wearing an apron with plenty of flour on it beamed as Rhupin climbed down. Must be the cook. Ferrets began to lead the carriage away and Jinot noticed that he was outside the city proper now. Sprawling over the hill so far to the north, only the vaguest outlines of the tallest towers were visible from this many miles away. A Noble who lived in the country? The mansion itself was enourmous, easily the largest single building Jinot had seen in his life. The surrounding buildings equally lavish, there was a large englassed dome rising from one side of a smaller brick building but Jinot couldn't see any more before he was lead inside and pushed along by an all-business maid.
She snorted and bundled him into an hot, steamy room lined all around by tiles. A bathroom? A stool squatted over a drain and steaming water pounded from a decorated spout in the wall into a stone basin. Before he knew it, the stout maid had gotten rid of his loincloth and was scrubbing him with a stiff brush and cake of soap! She began humming a ditty to herself, as if he were a piece laundry and she were trying to scrub the spots from his fur. Not sure how she ranked among the household staff, Jinot tried not to yelp too much when she began working her way further around his body. The suds and plenty of water combined with this woman's ferocious will to cleanse him within an inch of his life. Grinning ear to ear, she chuckled while splashing a last bucket of hot water over his head, "There now, we can see yore fur again! Alright, off you go, then: into that room over there. I'm off ter help ole' Hulma." Jinot stared at the sow as if she'd gone mad! Scrubbing him like a rug, and then bustling about and talking cheerily about food as if he were a beloved pet! A naked, soaked, and thoroughly mortified pet. What sort of place was this? And what did they expect of him if they would treat a slave so? With the maid gone, Jinot stared about the room at the gleaming mosaics formed by the tiles and saw there was an arched doorway behind him, though he couldn't see through it from all the fog. Crouching overhimself on the stool, he tried to maintain some modicum of modesty as he cautiously got up to see what was in the next room.
Now he understood how there was so much hot water and why this bath was so large: the house was built on top of a hot spring! This room was enormous and only partially tiled. Natural rocks forming the pool flowed out under the glass dome and outside, where the rest of the hot spring steamed away. Gaping in sheer awe, Jinot was amazed that he would be allowed, even told, to be here! Maybe he wasn't supposed to be in the pool, merely wait outside it? An attendant for when Rhupin came in, perhaps?
He began trembling even though sweat and steam slicked his fur. A chaotic whirlwind of events he could barely follow had placed him in the voluptuous lap of Luxury while he had been huddling scarce hours ago in a cell after having been beaten. Well, looking out the fogged up glass, it seemed it was already evening and night was spreading her cloak. More than a few hours after all, more like a full day. But Jinot worried about whether or not Rhupin would arrive. If he were expected to wait on the naked Noble while naked himself... Jinot squeaked and tried to cover himself more. The water seemed inviting... and it was the only distraction Jinot could think of to get his mind off the body of his owner. It wouldn't do to presume that much, and Jinot didn't want to be so out in the open besides.
Slipping down into the water, he grinned and giggled. Indulgence -- how long had it been since he'd thought it was so slyly indulgent that he'd stolen a piece of cheesecake from the House of Meadows' kitchen? The large tavern on the bottom floor was known for its drink and food. Aunt Tony never was able to deny herself any form of delight since she'd spent half her life without anything. Jinot supposed it only suited her that she would live in prosperity now that she was older. Besides, a good kitchen tempted men almost as well as the rooms on the second floor. Jinot lost himself remembering where'd he'd come from. The closet he'd inhabited in the basement of the House of Meadows was damp and musty, and there was little to laugh about while mucking out the stables in the back and carrying for the rooms where pampered and spiteful whores lounged. That time he'd stolen the cheesecake, he thought if he were caught he'd be beaten till his tail fell off. And now here he was, luxuriating in a Noble's private bath...
Laying with his head on his arms, Jinot dozed on the bank of the hot spring. He was too tired and preoccupied to hear the quiet sploosh as someone large entered the water. It was only when arms encircled his chest that he jerked and yelped. Squealing, he thrashed a moment until he realized that it was Lord Rhupin's strong arms that held him. Freezing, Jinot stared in terror out of the corner of his eye as Rhupin's body came up behind him. Stammering, Jinot tried to come up with a defensive explaination, surely the Noble wasn't pleased to find a filthy slave in his bath! "M-m-my Lord! I was-s just...!"
"What is your name, little one?" Rhupin growled.
Jinot's heart felt like it would batter its way from his ribcage! "J-jinot!" he quietly yelped.
"Do you like the pool?"
Not knowing what the question was getting at, Jinot paused and tried to think of what to say.
"It's my favourite place on the entire estate." Rhupin's voice rumbled and one arm shifted southward. "Looks like Umpe couldn't get those spots out after all." He licked his muzzle. Jinot twitched as he felt the Noble's hand touch his crotch. Holding very very still, his head raced to understand what was happening. Is this a dream? I think he wants me...! Jinot was rather surprised to have lustful thoughts quickly prance through his head. Now was not the time to consider that Rhupin was gorgeous and comming on to him, this could be dangerous and Jinot might still be in a lot of trouble!
The hand in his crotch slid under his thigh to support him as Rhupin turned them around to sit against the side with Jinot facing the pool. Sitting against Rhupin's lap, Jinot realized the wolf was hard. Very hard. The steel shaft pressed under his tail the way it was trapped between them. The hand in his crotch deliberately touched his penis, and Jinot twitched again and tried keep his legs closed. Panting, he felt himself responding to the skillful touch, and couldn't help but gasp when Rhupin's thumb scrubbed slowly against the tip.
"Wh-at do you want me to do?"
"Do you not want me to?" Rhupin's hand paused. Jinot couldn't answer, he was desperately trying to think of what he should say or do next. The muscles of the wolf's body felt intimidatingly sensual against his slim frame, but the arm around his body didn't feel threatening. "You're shaking." Rhupin rumbled into Jinot's ear, "I didn't mean to frighten you."
Rejecting the snarky retort which begged wording, Jinot merely nodded.
"Do you reject me?" Rhupin asked carefully. He knew full well that Jinot would likely have let him do whatever he wanted if he ordered it. Despite knowing that his position as a Noble was surely influencing this creature from the slums, his own ethos only desired seduction and was encouraged by the erection he felt in his palm.
Jinot's mind refused to grasp the concept of his owner asking permission. He could only shake his head while wanting to gibber madly. Had Aunt Tony thought he'd be worth it, she might have allowed Jinot to work off his debt from a second floor room instead of from the stables. He did bring it up every chance he got, but she maintained that he didn't have enough raw sex appeal to make any worthwhile amount of money. The same part of his mind that was laughing triumphantly entertained thoughts of what he would say to that old bitch if she could see him now! The other parts of him surrendered to arrousal. Rhupin's shaft felt like a burning iron under his tail.
A hand stroked him gently but quickly. The hand on his chest touched a nipple, the muscular thighs under his rump bulked as the wolf shifted beneath him. Reaching up with one hand, Jinot tentatively grasped the strong arm around his torso while the other reached behind him to touch the rippling muscles of Rhupin's side. It felt good to be touched this way; Jinot had never in his life experienced a hand that didn't hurt him and now that someone so beautiful was showing lust to him... perhaps even affection? The hand around his shaft felt unmistakably to be male: large and powerful, the pads felt textured but they stroked him softly. Occaisionally shifting his hips as if he could barely restrain the desire to thrust, it was obvious what Rhupin wanted badly. Jinot panted as he closed his eyes and lay against the wolf; here was someone who had not yet hit him or screamed at him.
The hand left Jinot's shaft to feel further southward, briefly cupping his balls before reaching with the middle finger toward his entrance. Touching lightly, rubbing a circle around the rim, Jinot tensed at first as Rhupin's finger pressed against him. After a moment, he forced himself to relax and tried not to tense again when the first joint pushed inside. The fingers of such a strong hand were thick, but Rhupin moved slowly as he pressed against Jinot's sex from inside. Jinot yelped jerked forward against the restraining arm, his toes flared underwater while he groaned as the finger stroked in "come here" movements. Sliding down just enough to make room for his shaft, Rhupin's muzzle pressed against Jinot's cheek as he positioned himself with one hand.
"You need to relax." Rhupin reminded him and scrubbed the pad of one finger against a nipple.
Jinot could only pant and lean his head back on Rhupin's shoulder. He felt something much larger than a finger press against him; it felt too wide. The thick head of Rhupin's shaft pushed up with slight spasms: Rhupin was having a hard time not jamming himself up and humping like mad. Instead, he used both hands to spread Jinot's legs apart with fingers on either side of his tail hole. As hard as he was, Rhupin had no problem keeping his shaft aligned while he increased the pressure against Jinot's entrance. First the head seemed to pop inside as the resistance slowly gave way and the shaft followed with slow determination until the entire length was in.
"It... hurts...." Jinot whimpered. Not too much, but it did strain quite a bit and he'd never done this before. When it was first going in it had hurt the most, but now it just felt like he was being stretched too much. It pushed against his sex so hard he felt himself pulse once or twice until he clenched down hard to prevent himself cumming so soon. It felt like too much, too good and too painful both at once.
"Just relax, I won't hurt you." Rhupin assured as he held himself still. He ached and throbbed, needing to pound in and out -- he almost wanted to just do it: just to hear Jinot squeal. Maybe another time. For now, he wanted Jinot to trust him, to want him. So he waited a few moments before slowly pulling a ways out. Gasping, Jinot whined a little when he changed direction and pushed back in. Rhupin held Jinot's crotch in his hand, the balls felt so tightly clenched within their pouch against his palm, and the smaller shaft pressed hotly against his wrist. He gave the balls a light squeeze before turning his hand's attention back to the member. It was like every whimper evocced from the leporid's throat urged Rhupin to touch him again. There was a slickness at Jinot's tip which had to be precum leaking out before it diluted into the warm water. Every time Rhupin pushed himself up into the smaller creature, he wanted to do it faster.
Speeding up slowly, Rhupin built up until he was thrusting fast enough to cause his knot to form. His own balls pulled up, they felt like fire that needed to be exploded. Jinot's rump pushing his knot down felt like too much tease to bear, and he thrust harder while tightening his grip on the shaft which fit in his palm. Being so much larger than the other, Rhupin was almost afraid he might break Jinot if he went too far. His penis strained inside the little one, wanted the barest excuse to release, but Rhupin refused to do so until he had coaxed an orgasm from his partner first.
It couldn't be long now, Jinot cried out as Rhupin's thumb scrubbed against his tip again. Rhupin panted deeply while trying to keep himself from popping his knot in; Jinot was whimpering weakly as a bed of muscle rippled under his back. His toes crimped up and his legs kicked involuntarily, he felt himself beginning to climax and he couldn't stop it. The slickness at his tip suddenly turned to thick white as cum emerged under Rhupin's pumping encouragement. Jinot arched up, straining against steel band around his chest and tried to make a noise but his throat was too tight to allow more than choked squeal. Rhupin felt the muscle at the base of his shaft clamp down as Jinot came, but he kept thrusting anyway. Faster and faster he pounded his knot against the outside a few times before slamming it up and pushing as hard as he could. He popped his knot inside between one of the pulses of Jinot's orgasm but the next wave clenched on him so hard it triggered Rhupin's climax as well. It felt like his balls were being pulled up and out the tip of his shaft! He growled low and long as he twitched his penis through a few last residual thrusts; his cum rushed out in long bursts. Jinot just felt the knot shove in and squealed louder as an extra powerful pulse ran out and into the water. He felt like he was being torn, but it felt so good! He could feel the shaft inside him move through a few pulses, and every muscle in Rhupin's body had turned to hard stone.
Only relaxing slightly after it was all over, Rhupin hoped he hadn't crushed Jinot while he wasn't paying attention... They gasped for air as Jinot sagged back against Rhupin who lay against the side again. Rhupin's knot held him tightly inside, and he didn't want to try to pull it out, it might hurt Jinot. It felt good to have himself tied up with such a sexy male anyway. He rested his chin atop Jinot's head and held him with arms around the slim waist. "In a moment, why don't you go see if Hulma has something for you to eat?" Rhupin panted. It would be a while before his knot shrank enough to let Jinot off.
"My lord...? Can... I ask why you..." Jinot asked timidly while feeling so secure.
"Don't worry about it." Rhupin interrupted. "Just know that you won't have to worry about anything anymore."
Jinot felt that Rhupin was being sincere. Despite his deep distrust of nature, he wondered if his luck was making a turn for the better. The knot inside him felt so comforting, he almost wanted to believe that this Lord Stockhome might really want to be kind to him. In any case, it wouldn't hurt to bask in his warmth for a bit longer.