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Surprise Reading (Part 3)

Library Anthology Series

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Grithen snapped a whip against the stone with a loud crack, just as he had done when he first entered the room. His head was tilted back, his composure relaxed, but his eyes were piercing. “Strip for me, lordling."

Nerrim's body flinched and his eyes widened. “You don't expect me to get back in that chair, do you?"

Grithen clicked his teeth. “If you don't behave I just might. Don't make me repeat myself, pup."

The jackal's heart leapt, his blood warmed, and he felt a rush that harkened back to when he had first been linked with Grithen, but it was coming from within him this time. He didn't understand it, but he eagerly chased this natural high, his fingers racing to undo the excessive number of buttons on his ornamental aketon. After he tossed his elegant and expensive top aside without thinking, his arm froze as he watched the garment fall to the floor of this filthy sex dungeon. His heart sank, and he felt disgusted as his fine vestment hit the dirty stones… yet he felt his member pulse and drip at the raw essence of the depravity he was succumbing to.

“What… this isn't me… Stop." Nerrim pleaded as he buried his face in his hands, shame causing shivers to surge through his body, leaving his skin as prickled as goose flesh. However, though his fur stood frigid his blood only grew warmer; and as his chest became heavy his loins ached.

“My dear, sweet puppy…" Grithen gently lifted the canine's chin with a finger. “This _is you _… allow me to introduce you to yourself. If you truly want me to stop, say 'redacted,' okay?"

Nerrim whimpered as he nodded his head, unsure of what else to do. He couldn't wait to see what the rat had planned and much as he couldn't wait for this to all finally be over.

“Gooooood boooy…" The rat whispered affectionately into the jackal's ear. Grithen could see Nerrim's tail thrashing behind him. “This is why I love puppies, I don't even need mana to read you. An honest-to-goddess good boy through and through… you just need training." Grithen chuckled with that cruel and playful tone again. “Now, finish stripping for me."

Nerrim tore his pants as he hastily doffed them in his eagerness to obey and earn another “good boy" from the pink rodent, but he felt a sharp pang of shame, for he could not help but contemplate the absurdity of this moment as he acted in desperation to feel reduced and used as he was used by this rat who had been reduced to whoring himself out.

Grithen leaned in to scratch him behind the ear and reward him with exactly what he had been craving. “Such a good boy… And handsome! Let me look at you properly." He took a few steps back and crossed his arms as he looked him over. His fur was brown all the way through, although it did have a lighter hue on his chest and belly. He had black spots speckling his loins that matched the spots on his tail. His knot was impressive, nearly as thick as Grithen's fist. “My, I won't have any trouble riding that delightful toy…" He stepped forward and placed his hands on Nerrim's arm. “Mmm, strong too… and just the right amount of fat on the belly" Grithen rubbed the jackal's tummy and the pup immediately grabbed his hand and pushed it down to his cock.

CRACK!

Grithen smacked the stone with the whip he still held in his other hand. “Tsk, tsk… bad dog."

Nerrim's ears fell. “I…"

“Shhh! No words, unless you want to redact this adventure from the record. Lie down—now."

Nerrim obeyed silently.

“That's better." Grithen took the ropes and began tying each limb to the bed. “Stay still now, remember, no words. You can yip and bark, but that's it, my pet."

Nerrim replied by whining pitifully.

“Heh, gooood boy." Grithen cooed as he finished restraining the young lord. “Now for your treat!"

Grithen massaged at the jackal's upper thighs, kneading the hard muscle until the deep tissue work and playful scratches broke Nerrim into a fit of desperate whining as he thrust his hips in the air. The rat licked his lips and locked eyes with him, channeling mana into his lustful gaze before bowing his head to pay respect to his noble seed.

Grithen wasted no time bringing his lips down to the knot, licking it playfully as his antennae grazed his fur.

Nerrim's head reeled back as his hips arched up with all their might. His cheeks were aflame with lust, his mouth puckering as all of his oral muscles tensed and his tongue lapped his lips in hunger. His mind was overcome with pride and validation once more. His shoulders buckled and bopped in rhythm with his hips as every fiber of his being felt engaged at once. When Grithen finally lifted his head Nerrim collapsed, his jaw aching, his arms a bit sore, and his legs spent. His head rocked gently from side to side in a stupor until the snapping of the rat's fingers brought him back into the moment.

“Did you enjoy the feeling of sucking your own dick, lordling?" Grithen laughed.

Nerrim wrinkled his brow for a moment before he realized that he had been basking in the joy that Grithen felt simply by servicing him.

“I certainly enjoyed my own work…" Grithen sneered as lifted his dripping hand from his cock. Nerrim hadn't even noticed him kick off the skimpy fabric that had been hiding the rat's erection. It was bigger than he expected it to be, almost impressive, for a rodent.

“Want a taste?" Grithen brought a finger dripping with cum to the canine's nose, and without thinking he instinctually licked at it twice before realizing what he was doing. The jackal bit their lower lip, locking their tongue away, and growled. “Didn't like it? That's okay… you'll like this." Grithen spread the rest of his mess over Nerrim's member, taking extra care to coat the knot. “Brace yourself, big boy."

Grithen scooted forward into a squatting position over his bound and helpless plaything, taking his time in carefully positioning his knees as he prepared to take his mount. “We still have plenty of time to get you off, though I'm sure you're plenty pent up… so I won't make you wait any longer."

The cocky rodent reached back to steady his new toy and slowly lowered himself, pausing as the flare of Nerrim's prick pressed into his puckered rump, playfully wiggling and shimmying as he took his seat of honor. “No need to contain yourself any longer, hump and buck and squirm all you like."

Grithen placed his paws on his pet's soft chest and took a firm grip of his fur, and once his claws found purchase he began to push down and lurch up in a steady rhythm.

Nerrim yipped and moaned and even squeaked at a point as he desperately ground up against the rat's soft ass.

“Mmmm… You sure changed your tune quickly… look at you, pathetically begging this lowly whore to ride you… So depraved… so ashamed of pleasure that you need to be tied down and forced to enjoy yourself. Pitiful."

Grithen paused his rocking to stare Nerrim in the eyes. “Perhaps I should leave you something to remember how much you revel in disgrace… should I make you a collar out of one of these ropes as a souvenir?"

“Rr—…" Nerrim began but stopped himself.

Grithen snapped his eyes toward the jackal's face, carefully examining him with a concerned gaze. “Should I stop?"

Nerrim shook his head.

“Do you want me to make you a collar like a proper good boy?"

The young noble's lip quivered and his eyes trembled with a hint of a tear.

“Oh, it's okay…" Grithen leaned down, wrapping his arms underneath the fretful canine. “You can speak now… do you want me to collar you or not?"

As Grithen held him, his antenna brushed against the jackal's cheek and their bond intensified. Nerrim felt Grithen's genuine concern and worry that he had gone too far in his desire to make him feel as good as he could. He could feel how much this rat he didn't even know just wanted to help him to forgive himself, allow him to love himself… That this lowly whore saw right to his core and didn't just accept it, but was doing his best to become what he needed.

“Y…yes…" Nerrim finally said with a tear now streaming down the left side of his face.

Grithen smiled gently and scratched him behind the ears. “It's okay, I won't tell anyone. Don't be ashamed of what your body needs. Remember, you're always in control here, okay?"

Nerrim sniveled and smiled up the rat's kind face. “Thank you, Grithen."

“My pleasure. Now, about your pleasure…" Grithen pushed himself up. “Shall we tie the knot, my liege?" The rat grinned with a wink.

“If only for tonight, my whore." Nerrim said with a smirk.

“Heh, I'll let you have that one, but only because I still feel bad about how this all started… but you call me a 'whore' in that tone again and you won't be able to buy another MINUTE with me no matter how much coin you drop at my feet, you got that, pup?"

Nerrim frowned, “No more 'pup' then, I'm pretty sure I'm older than you…"

Grithen laughed, “Well I'll leave you guessing on that… but alright, is 'pet' fine?"

“… Yes… and so is… uhm… g-good boy…" Nerrim's voice fell to a stifled whisper, but Grithen didn't need to hear his words to know what he was asking for.

“I'll only call you that from here on out when you've earned it… so, let's see what you've got." Grithen hoisted himself up and then released all support and fell down past the jackal's thick knot in one fluid motion. “Ungh… that's a good start."

“I bet you like it… slut?" Nerrim finished his sentence with an air of hesitation.

“Hmmm slut is fine… but I think I preferred you much better with no words… only yipping and barking for you now if you want those special words."

Nerrim pursed his lips in a forced pout as he whined as pathetically as he could.

“That's a gooood… start!" Grithen winked with a devious smile. “Now, don't make me do ALL the work here!" He leaned forward and thrust back down with as much force as he could, and Nerrim took the hint. Though his arms were still bound he was able to slip his fingers between the mattress and the headboard and find purchase for his paws on the wood, steadying his body as he thrust his hips up into the rodent's warm, wet hole.

“That's it… that's my good boy…" Grithen began to moan and breathe deeper with each thrust. “Keep going." The rat commanded in a pleading tone as his tail skillfully crept under the jackal's swelling sac, gently pressing up against it at the apex of each thrust. Nerrim's own desire was at the forefront of his mind, but he could still feel his connection to Grithen, he could feel Grithen feeling him, and he did his best to adjust accordingly to make each thrust come back to him through Grithen with as much validation as possible.

“Fuck…" Nerrim panted, his mind overflowing with compounding pleasure.

“Shhh… bad boy—no words, my pet."

“RrrrRAUHHHRAUUFHHH!!!" Nerim leaned into the most guttural and primitive barking sounds he could muster. “RAAARF!!!"

“Goooood boy." Grithen praised him, “You're so well trained already, I'm very pleased with you."

Reduction to primal sounds and being praised for following such embarrassing orders from the smaller mammal unleashed a fervor within the pent-up jackal. He wanted to rip through his ropes and pin this disrespectful rat into submission but was intoxicated by the feeling of helplessness beneath him at the same time. He thrashed against his bindings with as much force as he was using to thrust up deep in unison with each stroke of Grithen's tail as it grazed and teased his balls.

SNAP!

The headboard began to buckle and splinter.

“Fuck," Grithen said with an air of approval “you're really putting your all into this. Good …" The rat trailed off edging the poor thing even with his words, holding his tongue on his bucked teeth as he stared directly into Nerrim's eyes now, eyes bright with mana. “Now, cum for me."

Nerrim pulled back, gripped the creaking headboard with all of his strength as he primed his legs, his toes curled in over the blanket as he flexed in a complete, full-body tonic stretch to build power and pounded into Grithen's ass with as much force as he could until he erupted inside the thirsty whore on the third thrust. The jackal held his position deep inside the rat, gently grinding out years of repressed desire until he collapsed in utter exhaustion.

Without wasting a moment, Grithen dismounted and undid the binding on Nerrim's right arm, and then curled up next to him, his head resting on his chest with his left antenna gently resting on the jackal's lips. Nerrim wrapped his free arm around Grithen and pulled him close; while his head was spinning from the absurdity of everything that happened, he knew he wanted to feel Grithen's warmth for as long as he could. Time fell away from them again, as they fell into each other, this time with no shame or animosity between them and no desire left unmet.

Nerrim was slowly acclimating to the blurring of their emotions, and he couldn't help prying deeper into Grithen. He was surprised that he seemed to genuinely enjoy pleasing him this much, and as he pressed further, he caught a glimpse of what Grithen was dreading. As their session came to an end, the bitter anticipation of his crueler clients bubbled up to the surface of the pink rodent's mind and they snapped Nerrim out of their trance.

“I… suppose I should get going." He said with sad eyes.

“Yes, sadly that was the last page of this chapter… But don't worry, this story has just begun." Grithen undid the rest of the young noble's bindings and picked up their clothes to hand to him. “I saw you peaking into someone else's book. Tsk. tsk…" The rat sighed and shook with a shiver as he composed himself. “I'm sorry you had to see—feel that, but if it's any consolation, you now know that you did truly earn those words. You are the only good boy I have booked for quite a while… Sadly I don't get too many." Grithen leaned down as Nerrim was about to begin buttoning his fancy and impractical aketon and nuzzled him, gently linking them one last time. “Be kind a good boy now, and be kind to yourself, Nerrim… oh!"

Grithen picked something off the floor and brought it up to his mouth, nibbling on it for a moment, before turning back to Nerrim. He tenderly wrapped a fragment of rope around the young noble's neck and tied it in a simple knot. Nerrim froze as he tried to work through the mix of emotions that flooded into him as he received this gift. He was so touched and lost in his own thoughts that didn't even notice Grithen leave the room until the door clicked closed behind him.