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Logan knew he’d gotten engrossed in his work, but only realized how much when he felt someone behind him lay a hand on his shoulder. The brush he’d been sliding along white fur skipped along the stallion’s flank, the well-behaved beast flicking his ears in complaint. He didn’t need to look back to know who it was. The dark fur on the hand grasping his shoulder softly was clue enough.

“Sorry if I startled you…” came the cultured, smooth voice of the fox behind him.

“Didn’t think anyone was up…” Logan replied, focusing once again on the proud white stallion who deserved his attention, rather on the owner who courted it.

“Me neither. You could have just put him in his stall with some oats and fresh water and waited for morning to brush him down.”

“He’s a purebred… a horse like this shouldn’t spend a night with the dust of the rod clinging to him.” Logan said. Teucer, the stallion in question, was a magnificent specimen and the stable boy could only guess at the mount’s price.

“I rode the same road, got covered in the same dust… how do I go about receiving such devoted treatment?” Zain said, in a low one that was too close to Logan’s ear for his comfort.

The fox was the sort of man who could afford a mount like Teucer - an envoy for the merchants’ guild needed to ride fast and in style. The fox was well known in this, and many other coaching inns. Charming, immaculate and very generous, he tended to make people around him feel at ease. Everyone but Logan.

“Were there no girls around inside?” the boy said, his hand still on the horse, and Zain’s still on him.

“I came in late, so no luck there. At least until I came into the stable…”

“So no luck at all. You’ll have to wait until morning for someone to brush you…” the Logan said, trying to put some steel in his voice. He was a man now, although he had to admit he still looked more boyish than manly.

“Are you so certain? Is there anything I could do to persuade…” the fox said, his muzzle close enough for Logan to feel warm breath against his earlobe. He shuddered before brushing the fox’s hand from his shoulder.

“Save your persuasion for the village maidens, you always seem to have luck with them…” Logan said, annoyed that Zain was trying this again. It was too late and he was too tired to brush him off politely.

“And do you know why? It's because they want something, but have to be careful in how they go about getting it. I’m not from the village, I’m someone who they know will leave soon, maybe coming back only once in a while. They don’t want someone around to spread rumors and ruin their reputation. Discretion is, in part, what I give them.”

“I don’t want your discretion, or anything else from you… sir.” he said, even though Zain had never demanded to be addressed as such. He couldn’t offend him, he was an important man and a valued customer. He was just a stable boy, and being ordered around and looked down on was something he could live with. But the way Zain looked at him disturbed the young man in a way he couldn’t put to words.

“You say that, and yet you don’t really shy away do you?” the fox said, putting the same hand on the same shoulder, making the youth shiver under his touch.

The demeanor the fox had around him made him feel awkward in ways he couldn’t explain even to himself. He wasn’t naive, he knew what Zain wanted from him. If the fox’s tastes ran that way, it wasn’t really a stable boy’s business, but Logan didn’t want to be one of the lecherous vulpine’s conquests, discreet or otherwise.

He knew he was attracted to women, and the maidens tended to look his way when they came to the inn, they blushed at his compliments and had kind words for him in return. But a stable boy wasn’t much of a prospect, and so they would give him no more than a compliment or a kiss and a touch. The few experiences he’d had were with married women but he felt like they treated him like a toy, a handsome young man more tractable and eager than the men they had married.

He’d never looked at a male the way he did at women or girls, but Zain did look at him like that. He flirted without shame, and tended to let his hands linger as he did now. Logan waited for him to slip the paw away trying to mask the way his breathing was quickening to match his heartbeat. He wondered if the older male could sense it. He was too clever by far, and more brazen than he was clever. He toyed with the laces of Logan’s tunic, the manicured claws tickling the spot just under his neck. A little further than he’d gone before, but the youth didn’t know how to stop him short of making an incident.

I’ll humor him. He’s just trying to get me to react because he’s bored.

He was still sure of that when the laces were undone and the fox slipped his paw under the linen, brushing against the skin of Logan’s chest. The young man whirled on him, indignant rage burning in his eyes but failing to melt or wither the bemused look on the fox's face.

“That’s too far!” he spat, but Zain still looked at him with a confident half-smile.

“You’re blushing. How long do you intend to deny what the sight of you tells me?” the fox said, taking a step towards the youth. The confidence irked Logan. Zain was slightly taller than him, and a little broader in the shoulders, but not physically intimidating. If Logan decided to get violent, the vulpine male would by no means escape unscathed. But Zain seemed completely confident that the young man wouldn’t.

“I am telling you to stop this. I… I’m not…”

“Curious? Say that and I’ll know you for a liar. What then? Not ready? You aren’t a virgin, of that I’m sure. Not interested? Then why are you having trouble catching your breath, keeping the color from your cheeks or a bulge from your trousers?” The fox said, now standing toe to toe with the flustered youth. He raised a paw to trace the line of Logan’s jaw, making the boy flinch and tear his eyes away. He cursed himself silently for that. He should have stared him down, coldly and sternly. Or would that have been wrong? Now he felt like a shy girl unable to stand the charmers gaze, but if he’d looked into his eyes would he have stared like a woman already hooked by them? How could he fight Zain off if he couldn’t count on his body to fight along with him?

“Like I said, discrete. No one would know. But you would. You aren’t sure what you feel, what you want. That’s what’s scaring you…”

“I’m not scared!” he spat, feeling like some petulant child, too quick to deny.

“At unease then? I don’t enjoy seeing you like that. I’m not a cruel man. I could be very kind…” he said, a soft tone, a soft touch. The paw-like hand moved down Logan’s neck, along the left side of his chest, his waist. The fox was brazenly staring at him, a slender youth on the cusp of manhood. He, in turn, found himself examining the fox.

He wasn’t sure of his age, but he wasn’t old. Fur would hide wrinkles, by the tailored clothes hugged a form with modest but firm muscles. No gray hairs under his chin either. A male in his prime. Logan felt his throat run dry when Zain’s hand lingered on his hip. Is he stupid? Why is he touching me there, there’s nothing there! But if there was nothing there, why was he breathing hard, why was he as tense as a coiled spring.

“I could be gentle… kind… and in the end at least you’d know…”

His hand moved again, along the line of Logan’s belly and the young man was sure Zain was about to grab him. But the fox moved his paw under the youth’s tunic, letting it slide over the toned, smooth skin.

“You seem to have even less hair on your body than most human men. Smooth chest, smooth cheeks…”

“I shave…” Logan replied, trying to sound stern and wincing at the quiver in his voice. This bastard was teasing him, that much was obvious.

“Must be a superb razor…” the fox said, a low intimate tone. Almost but not quite bereft of mockery.

Logan was curious. He had to admit it, at least to himself. He was curious why being touched like this by him was making him short of breath, red of cheek and tense in the groin. And it wasn’t like he was unattractive. There was something exotic about him, the way he moved and the proportions of his body. And the confidence. Insufferable but somehow attractive. But curiosity would die when sated. And no one would know. As far as he knew, Zain was a man of his word. No one would know, but he would. By the time the vulpine male was carefully undoing Logan’s belt the young man was working on the buttons of the fox's shirt. The fur on his chest was pale, sleek. It hid more than bare skin, but it didn’t hide much. He laid a hand on it, felt the fox’s heart beat through his fingertips. He looked away.

The fox pushed his paw into the youth’s pants, cupping the smooth shaft that was as hard as a woman had ever made it. He cupped Logan’s erection, running the back of his hand against it and making the young man shudder as fur tickled his manhood. But he doubted that it was what the fox was after.

By the time they were naked they were both breathing hard, but there was no mistaking who was in control. Logan allowed himself to be gently pushed and nudged back until he felt straw under his bare foot. Clichéd, and the sort of place a stable boy should have been laying someone down, but it would serve. He distanced himself from the amorous vulpine long enough to grab an old horse blanket, throwing it on the pile before allowing Zain to lay him down. His heart was pounding and his pulse racing as the smiling male loomed over him, and he was past caring why. He’d had an opportunity to stop this, just not the will. He’d go through with it, let the damnable curiosity run its course. He could feel Zain’s eyes on him, and his own were wandering over the lean male’s furry form. He kept himself in very good shape, with a hard chest, a trim belly and…

He was staring as his eyes fell, catching sight of that part of Zain which was distinctly inhuman, a sheath with several inches of purple-red slipping out. Tapered and shiny, but not repulsive to the breathless young man. He wasn’t sure what he’d be expected to do with it, but he suspected he’d wind up doing whatever Zain wanted. But the older male didn’t seem to be in a rush, planting one hand on Zain’s hip as he leaned in. Logan closed his eyes for the next part, feeling his heart racing and skipping a beat when his lips met a muzzle. He thought for a second that he’d be able to pretend this was a woman, at least for this part. But there was no way to pretend Zain was a vixen. The hand on his hip, the one cupping his jaw were strong and possessive, the tongue sliding into his mouth the same. What shocked the youth was that he didn’t need to pretend.

He threw his inhibitions out the window and let his arms wrap around the fox’s neck answering passion with passion. Fur tickled bare skin as the older male pressed himself against his smooth-skinned partner, the palms now roaming across the hairless young body. A few hot drops against his bare stomach made Logan wince. That red thing was no doubt growing, slipping out and leaking as the male it belonged to caressed the smooth-skinned youth under him. Zain pressed himself a little closer, pushing the young man into the straw as the hard vulpine length came to rest against Logan’s erect shaft. The fox was good at this, good enough for the young man to ignore some notions that still disgusted him.

I won’t let him… finish. Before he’s done I’ll slide off, I’ll push him away. He can stroke himself the rest of the way, but at least I won’t be left with his mess after my curiosity wanes.

That decision made Logan feel like he still had some control over this, even though it was slim. And that he wouldn’t be left with humiliating evidence of the act if he wound up having regrets after this was done. He let a hand slide down along the fox’s chest, realizing that the fur really did mask muscle. Zain was slender but strong, the body hard under soft fur, and the part bare of fur harder still. The fox almost growled into their kiss as his cock came to rest in the human’s palm, the fingers closing tentatively, the furred hips bucking in response...

He broke the kiss and buried his muzzle in Logan’s neck, the one the youth exposed to the licks and nips of the lecherous vulpine. He was gripping him now, and if Zain minded it was a stable hand’s calloused hand gripping him instead of a blushing young milkmaid’s he didn’t show it. His own shaft was nothing to scoff at, but the fox still proved to be more of a handful. Logan was panting with his mouth open and lips parted, apparently an invitation for the fox to slip two fingers in. The young man was puzzled but he was beyond questioning now, either Zain’s actions or his own responses. He began sucking on the fox’s digits, earning a murr of approval, the vibration feeling primal and exciting against the soft skin of his exposed throat.

The fingers didn’t spend long on his tongue, the paw disappearing as Zain’s other hand busied itself with the young man’s right nipple. Logan felt a blush creep across his cheeks, unable to understand why the fox was bothering toying with a breast he didn’t have but when Zain gave his nipple a pinch he still wound up groaning and thrusting his chest out. It had been a trick, and as clever as you’d expect from a fox. Zain’s other hand made itself known when the two spit-soaked fingers slipped into the crease between the panting boy’s cheeks. Logan had been fairly certain that the fox would demand nothing less, and since the touch didn’t repulse him he wound up opening his legs a little. Enough, as it turned out.

Zain pressed his muzzle to the youth's lips even as he pressed his fingers right where he needed to. The pressure was teasing, but persistent, and the intrusion sudden. Logan’s back arched sharply but Zain just pushed him down, leaning into the young man as he spread the boy open, invading his mouth with his tongue as two nimble digits slipped somewhere much more intimate. Logan had expected it to hurt, but there was just an unnerving discomfort as his body clenched up on instinct...

“Just relax. I can make this feel good for you… you know that now, don’t you?” the older male said, his voice as confident as ever but pitched in an intimate, husky tone Logan hadn’t heard before.

This was the tone he used on the girls, the one that got them to do more than they intended, the sort of stuff their mothers cautioned them against doing. The sort of things Logan was even now doing… The muzzle went back to his neck, licking, kissing and nipping gently. And when he’d relaxed enough to let Zain’s finger slide deeper, the young man knew what the fox had meant.

It was like nothing Logan had felt, a touch against something that had never been touched. His hips gave a buck on instinct, enough to make his erection grind against the older male’s bestial shaft but not enough to dislodge Zain’s digits. Logan had no idea what the fox had found in there, but the vulpine lothario wasn’t as ignorant. As the fingers rubbed, Logan felt his own dig furrows in the older male’s fur as his hands slid along the russet back, ruffling fur and feeling the muscles beneath. One hand slid lower still, palming the other male’s rear, earning him another murring noise right against his Adam's apple. His erection was throbbing in time to the prods and strokes of that spot inside him, and between the grunts he was making bizarre noises, seemingly encouraging the male who was now almost pressing him into the straw. When Zain pulled his hand away Logan almost whined, but he doubted he’d have long to wait for more attention back there.

The fox pulled himself up, grabbing Logan's left leg under the knee and lifting it off the ground and to the side. The young man didn’t even need to look down at the vulpine erection. He knew what was to come, why the fox was opening him up. The vulpine legs bent as Zain crouched down a little still holding Logan's gaze as if looking down might wake the boy from his blissful daze. He felt the hard, hot tip as it poked, under his testes, against his cheek… It slipped into the crease between them and then it was just a matter of sliding in slowly until it caught on the spit-damp ring. The fox held himself there, and Logan wasn’t sure if Zain was expecting something from him, or if he was just letting his cock drool against his pucker to make what was to come easier.

Zain was using one hand to keep the youth’s leg up and the other one on his hip, and his eyes fixed on the Logan’s own, the young man’s pride not letting him look away in spite of the intensity of the fox’s gaze and the intent clearly written in those eyes. The thrust caught the youth off-guard and he hissed as the fox let out a groan so throaty it could have been a growl. It hurt, but not nearly as much as Logan suspected it would. His body was clenching up, trying to push out the invading flesh even though the young man still had no regrets, or any intention of stopping the fox.

“Shhhhh, just relax. Hard part’s over…” the older male insisted, making Logan’s jaw tighten at the patronizing tone.

But even as his jaw tighten other parts loosened, enough for Zain to slide a little deeper. The vulpine male leaned over him and laid his body tight against the smooth skin of his reluctant lover. Logan felt his cock rubbing against the soft fur and the hard muscles of Zain’s belly, the older male’s hand gripping his hip firmly as he covered the youth. His lips parted as another inch slipped inside him, but any noise he would have made was muffled by Zain’s muzzle and soon the fox’ tongue. Logan was almost grateful since he wasn’t sure what sort of noise he would have made.

The russet-furred male was wedged firmly enough that he could start thrusting, small but smooth movements of his hips that replaced the feeling of fulness with that of friction. Zain was laying on top of Logan now and the young man found himself clutching the fox tighter still. One hand held the back of the vulpine head while the other rested on a cheek that was clenching with every thrust into his body.

As long as he relaxed down there the fox’s thrusts were smooth, but every once in a while the tapered tip would strike something in there that would make him clench up and make the coupling intense, for lack of a better word. He could understand how sheathing himself in something young and tight felt good for the fox bucking into him, but couldn’t understand how a male in his position could feel this kind of pleasure. He knew part of it was because the fox had seduced him, stoking the flames of his arousal until it overshadowed reason. But there was something physical to this, some reason why his own cock, untouched but for the male’s fur, was twitching, leaking and rock hard.

The thrusts had gotten harder, wilder and Logan knew he was taking as much of the fox as Zain could slide in at this angle. His body no longer fought the slide and stab of the vulpine shaft, the sounds of their rutting growing slicker as Zain leaked inside him. Logan would have to push him away at some point, because the idea of having another male’s seed leaking out of him still repulsed him. He still had time, he was sure. Nobody would have the confidence of this orange bastard if they wound up finishing after just a minute or two of thrusting.

He was proven right by the steady pace the fox had set, the red cock pistoning in and out of him as the vulpine muzzle slid from his lips. Logan found himself desperate for breath, and even Zain was getting winded. As the fox once again nuzzled along his neck and collar, he could feel the force and heat of the other male’s breath as the hips worked tirelessly. He tilted his head back, exposing his neck and staring blankly at the ceiling. It heightened sensations, both the hard heat filling him, the soft fur pressing against his own manhood, and the licks and nips the vulpine male was giving him.

When the next withdrawal of the fox’s shaft ended with the tip slipping from between his cheeks, Logan stared down, wondering if the russet male’s stamina was at its limit. Zain looked a little winded but still hungry, stopping for a moment to admire the panting reclining youth. Logan felt empty, but it wasn’t the emptiness he’d felt before the other male had entered him. Things felt… different down there and he almost blushed as a stray breeze found a place where air had never reached before. Zain grabbed his shoulder and the young man found himself being turned around so that his chest was laid against the hay and soon enough the fox against his back.

He’d spread his legs without even thinking about it, a clawed thumb digging between his cheeks warning him what was about to happen. The fox spread him wide, planted his tip and slid in smoothly. Logan groaned as his body excepted, if not welcomed the vulpine erection back, wincing when he realized that from behind Zain had even more to give him. The cock that had looked like a smooth rod with a tapered tip seemed to be bigger at the base, enough that he could feel the thing being forced in and a second later tugged out.

Zain didn’t leave the boy time to think about it, his hips moving quickly as he rutted the younger male in long but quick strokes. The paw that had spread him open remained on his rear, groping his cheek hard enough for the dull claws to poke into his skin. The nape of his neck got the same treatment as his throat, and while he nipped and licked back there he wound an arm around Logan’s chest, once again toying with the young man’s nipple.

Every touch seemed to push the young man further beyond reason, closer and closer to a mind-shattering peak. The fox knew exactly what to do, and the still sapient portion of Logan’s brain was humbled by the older male’s skill. He’d teased him, provoked him, seduced him and mounted him, and now had him writhing against an old blanket as another male claimed him. He had no idea how many young women, how many young men Zain had rolled in the hay to get this good, but the fox did travel around an awful lot, always discretely.

The thrusts grew shorter and harder, the… whatever it was at the base of Zain’s shaft getting big enough to make the stable boy wince when it was forced in and tugged out. The noises he was making betrayed no pain, strange animalistic grunts that he’d never heard, let alone made before. He was being driven into the haystack now, pinned by the male smacking his hips against his ass in a short, rapid staccato, barely bothering to pull the hard mass out of his latest conquest.

Logan felt the mass inside him swell, filling him with an unnamed fear and reminding him of his near forgotten line in the sand. He mustered enough force of will to force himself to act and to pull himself away from the amorous fox, but he had an even harder time of actually getting his body to release the hilted cock. He tugged again and winced at the stab of pain, Zain’s arms tightening around him as the dominant male kept rutting him in shallow thrusts.

“G-get off… I told you…” he groaned, his face burning at the tone of his voice.

“Shhhh, don’t worry. It will come out when it's over. You'll be fine, just give in…” he fox murmured, holding him tight.

Oh my God, he’s like a dog! Logan thought as the… thing inside him began to spread him wide. He’d never seen more than a few inches of a male dog, but he’d seen them after they were done with a bitch, and the two animals stayed bound rump to rump until he was done. And if Zain’s the dog, that made Logan the..

“Bastard! Bastard, bastard, bah…baaah…” he cried out, spitting the word out as first. But as he barked the insult out, muscles back there contracted, rubbing his insides around the invading beast. As he tightened around the fox, there was a jolt like he’d felt when the older male had his fingers in him and was pressing a sensitive spot. But the fingers hadn’t throbbed, and the cock hilted in him was throbbing hard enough to make his toes curl. After the first few spasms his body took over, clenching up for a second, releasing, clenching again…

He couldn’t get the word out, his anger buried under something more basic. Zain didn’t miss it and he could hear the fox’s whispered words even though he could no longer understand them, could feel the muzzle hot against his bare neck. Zain had one paw on his waist, another wrapped around his chest with the palm resting against a stiff nipple, teeth teasing the nape of his neck. Logan grit his teeth and muffled a cry as everything broke, muscles twitching across his trim young body as he sprayed his seed against the horse blanket. His shaft was pressed against his stomach and he could feel the wet heat against his skin as he came. He was beyond shame as the groan of the male who’d claimed him rolled into his ear, the shaft inside him twitching in time to the contractions of his own treacherous body.

He couldn’t feel the streams of Zain’s seed but he knew what was happening. The last line he’d drawn was gone, the fox had claimed him just as he’d claimed so many naive girls taken in by his charm. He winced again as he felt himself bloating, wondering just how much of Zain’s sperm he’d be forced to take before the fox was done. Through it all the vulpine hands continued to caress, the muzzle continued to nibble and kiss along his neck, and he found himself wishing he could recoil from the other male’s touch. It was too possessive, too familiar, and too effective…

Minutes ran by without a word being spoken, too many of them until Logan finally felt the vulpine male shift. The fox was tugging, and it hurt but Logan wanted him out. He pushed, he spread his cheeks and bit his lip until finally a swollen mass ripped free of his pucker, the slick and still firm shaft following suit... He gasped as a gush of vulpine seed ran out of him before he clenched up. He didn’t want to keep another male’s cum inside him, but he didn’t want the fox to see him leaking. Not that it mattered. He could feel the hot trickle running down the insides of his thighs and down his own depleted sack. He couldn’t bear to look back at the fox whom he could feel gazing fondly at his latest conquest. A clink brought his attention to the post near a stall door, where Zain had just set down a short stack of silver coins.

“Take those back! I’m not your whore!” he growled, but his voice failed to alarm the smiling male who was taking his time getting dressed.

“I know you’re not. But you have been going out of the way to care for my loyal Teucer, and I feel I have failed to show my gratitude. There are several fine clothiers in town, why not go and treat yourself to something that will get the girls looking your way? You know what they say – the clothes maketh the man…” he said, but it was clear from the glint in his eye that Zain preferred the young man as he was – naked and spent against a haystack…