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I licked my lips, purring softly as my most recent customer pulled his britches back up, the taste of his musky spunk delightfully fresh in my mouth. I couldn't resist a smug smirk. He, like many a John before him, had questioned receiving a blowjob from a cougar. He thought my tongue would be unpleasant. He found out what they all found out: I'm good. There were delicate things I could do with that tongue that made men beg­-rich men who'd perish the very thought of groveling.

The badger, whose name I never had gotten, didn't say anything as he straightened himself up and departed. Some clients were like that. Maybe they were shy or embarrassed about what they'd done in hindsight. Maybe they just wanted to do their business and leave. As long as they paid and didn't play too rough it was all good by me and my Madam's establishment.

Mining was never going to be my calling. I knew that from a young age. I didn't fill out like my brothers, and the prospect of being underground chilled my bones. So I, like untold masses of other rural young men and women, headed for the city full of visions of endless jobs and opportunities.

Of course, that dream was a lie. I took odd jobs as they came, living in communal quarters when I had some money and wherever I could lay my head when I didn't. It was by chance I stumbled upon The Twisted Vine, an unassuming tavern right where the industrial working class area of the city met the upper-middle class one. I went in that day because the food smelled good and I had a few extra coppers to my name. The food was good, but it wasn't the main attraction to both nobleman and millworker alike. It was, as I came to know quite well, one of the most infamous brothels in the city.

I won't say how I came to work there, as that's a story all on its own for another day. Suffice to say the lady of the house, Madam Keyt, was lacking a male employee who enjoyed servicing other men. I had a room, a full-among other things-belly, and just enough coin to get by in that crazy world.

I licked the out of place strands of fur on my forearms back into place and freshened up. Before I left I made up the bed. Any other guests that night might bring would be greeted with an immaculate room that hadn't been obviously well used. It might surprise some, none more than my previous self, but I felt no shame in the line of work I'd ended up in.

As I walked down the winding stairs I caught the knowing smile from the voluptuous vulpine that was my Madam. I responded with a playful flick from the black tip of my thin tail. She waited for me behind the bar, and I took my place beside her, handing over the coins. The notion of giving someone else my hard-earned money would have been absurd to me before but Madam Keyt was true to her promises; I'd get my cut at the end of the week. She was quite the entrée for an item that was decidedly off the menu for all but a handful of select customers. I didn't have to be straight to see the appeal of her curves in all the right places, accentuated by the tight dress she wore. She highlighted her natural fur markings with a delicate touch of powder, and her eyes played games with a man's very mind.

"It's quiet, tonight." She observed.

Madam Keyt was correct. My eyes scanned the candlelit corners of the large dining room and found Meghan, Victoria, and Candice all on the floor serving food and making idle conversation. There were nights at The Twisted Vine where the noise from boisterous and rowdy guests got so loud I could barely hear myself think. That night was a low din, punctuated by moments of laughter as the girls flirted with potential customers.

Even that noise slowly ground to a halt when folks saw the two wolves enter the establishment. The newcomers stood tall and proud in their gold-inlayed doublets that bore the crest of the King on the left breast, ignoring the stares from patrons as they took a table near the center of the dining room. Gradually the conversations began once again, as the momentary tension eased.

That tension was still visible on my lady's face. The local police were bought and paid for, and even the Crown's Prosecutor used our services from time to time, but the Royal Guardsmen were different; they answered to no one but the man himself.

"Michael," the vixen addressed me by name. "Take care of those gentlemen. I'll have the girls close down extra business until they leave. For now we're just a tavern. If they do want more than food let me know. I'll handle it."

She was smart to take that approach. Sending me instead of one of the lasses would subtly send the message to the Guards that if they wanted to bust the place as an illegal they'd have to work for it. If they just wanted food there wouldn't be a problem, and if they wanted company Madam Keyt would make sure it wasn't a ploy before agreeing.

I grabbed a pair of cups and a pitcher of ale and headed towards the pair. They whispered something to each other as I got near. I have to say, they were handsome devils. Both had similar gray and white faces with black marks on the top of their noses. They looked so similar that if not for the fact that one of them wore an eye patch I might not have been able to readily tell them apart. Beyond the patch extended a long scar across the cheek and neck of the one-doubtless an old battle souvenir.

"Gentlemen," I set the cups in front of them. "It's an honor to have you here. I'm Michael. Who do I have the pleasure of serving tonight?"

"I am Llewyn," spoke the scarred wolf. "This is my brother Liam." Explained the similar looks. "We hear the food here is exquisite."

"It is, sirs. May I start you with an ale, or would you prefer spirits or wine?"

"Ale for us both." Liam replied. Though his face lacked the roughness his brother's had his voice was gravelly.

As I poured I couldn't help but notice those three golden eyes surveying the tavern. They saw Madam Keyt speaking to Victoria, the busty raccoon girl, and I could tell they were taking mental note of the other girls. It was a reminder that it was a potentially perilous situation we were all in. My tail stayed steady and my ears straight as I did a good job of hiding any anxiety I had from showing itself.

"We're known for our fish stew, served in a bowl of bread. We have other meats available as well. I believe our cook butchered a few chickens this morning and he grills them up quite nicely."

Llewyn exchanged glances with his brother, the two silently communicating their decision. "Stew. Is it large enough to share?"

I bow-nodded my head. "It can be. Anything else?"

"Leave that, we'll help ourselves to it." Liam pointed at the pitcher in my hand, and I did as requested.

If I hadn't known better I could have sworn I felt their eyes on my backside as I made my way to the kitchen. A person senses when they're being looked at, and a whore like I was made a living off reading those feelings. A wheel began turning in my mind as I wondered. Homosexuality was forbidden, though it was certainly conceivable that members of the Royal Guard had such desires. Would they not disguise themselves though if that's what they sought? They'd only endanger their own careers by purchasing a night with a tavern boy. No, if anything I was a degenerate in their eyes worthy of being made an example of. I had to tread carefully.

Madam Keyt had taken a seat at her table in the back corner and watched me as I prepared the food. It felt good knowing that she trusted me enough to not step in and micromanage. She had a keen eye and mind for things, and she'd step in at any sign of trouble.

I picked out the biggest loaf of bread there was, slicing a circle in the top and carving out enough for the stew. As for the stew, I mixed it up well with the wooden ladle, being sure to grab plenty of fish and potatoes with each scoop; couldn't go cheap and brothy on these two. Once it was full I placed the cut up pieces of bread on the platter around the bowl and carried it back.

As I neared Llewyn pulled out a chair and patted it with. "Sit. Share a table with us."

I traded looks with them both; knowing that to refuse would be the height of rudeness but that accepting would be just as stressful. I sat, curling my tail around the back of the chair. Llewyn cracked a smirk before dipping a piece of bread into the thick broth of the stew. His satisfied rumble and his brother's nod of approval told relaxed me ever so slightly. If nothing else they at least enjoyed the food.

"Where you from, Michael, was it?" Liam asked before taking a swig of ale. Impressive. Most customers didn't remember my name ten seconds after I gave it.

"Korvala, sir. Probably never heard of it. Mining village in the south."

"Isn't Sergeant Millville from there?" Liam queried his brother.

"He's from Kor_vee_sa, you dolt."

Liam shrugged, filling his empty glass up. "Hmm, didn't fancy banging on rocks your whole life? Can't blame you. City what you expected?"

"It's lovely, sirs." The words came out of my mouth automatically, not wishing to offend the men.

They looked at each other, then back to me. Llewyn laughed and shook his scarred head.

"Speak plain, son. We didn't come here to be sweet talked."

I felt a lump in my throat, and only then noticed I'd nervously been flexing my claws into the wood atop the table. "It smells bad." I started, waiting for some rebuke from the Guards. Instead, Liam tipped his head in a way that told me to go on. "It's dirty. People here are rude and pay no mind to their fellow man except in how to exploit them for their own uses. Still, I like working here more than 'banging rocks', as you put it."

"What is it you do here, Michael? Just serve food, or do you serve the guests as well?"

I wasn't sure how to answer Liam's question, though it was around that moment that my nostrils twitched at the slight, unmistakable hint of canine arousal.

"Gentlemen!" All three of us looked up at Madam Keyt. She'd clearly taken an interest in what was being said, or perhaps she sensed my anxiety and was coming to make sure I was okay. Either way the timing could not have been better.

"Evening, ma'am." Llewyn said as the pair partway stood for the lady. "Not to bee too forwards but we were interested in a little company this evening. Your lad here is quite a lovely young man."

The vixen folded her arms and narrowed her gaze. "Not to be too forwards? Sirs, you come into my establishment and disrespect my staff!" I hunched down slightly, stuck between the two wolves and a fiery Madam. "You take me for a fool? That I'd let uniformed men of the Royal Guard set me up as a criminal. Your master The King's law does not permit prostitution, nor men lying with men."

"My lady," Llewyn started. "We came in uniform for your very protection. You do not think we have Guardsman that have frequented here? There are. We, however," he turned to look at me, hungrily "are giving you a powerful weapon. Our careers would be in peril were the Court to know of this, yet here we are in the open. We have a private business matter to discuss with your Michael, if he does well in his interview."

The words resonated with her. I looked up to see the wheels turning in her head. What was this private matter? Interview? It was the realm of fantasy that they might want to recruit me to be some whore spy, or to come ply my wares at the caste, but what else could it be?

"Michael, go to your room." Her voice commanded. Usually negotiations were between myself and the customer, but these were unusual circumstances. I extracted myself from the situation, quickly making my way up the stairs and only glancing back a single time to see the single eye of Llewyn watching me.

I took a few deep breaths once I was in the familiar confines of my room, letting them out slowly as I focused my thoughts. A few fingers of strong spirits helped, as well. I wasn't sure what sort of "test" this was to be, but I had to approach it like I would any other time. Make them happy and give them what they want. I slipped out of my clothes and replaced them with a simple robe, which I left open.

That's when I heard several sets of footsteps coming up the stairs. I hurriedly placed the container of lubricant in plain sight near the bed, should either or both of them feel inclined to use my tail.

As the door creaked open I stood ready to receive my guests, both of whom seemed pleased at my new choice of attire. The flanked me, one to each side, as they circled me like, well, wolves. Llewyn wasted little time as he began to disrobe, followed by his brother moments later. The hints of arousal I caught earlier bloomed full in that tiny room. My eyes focused in on the nether regions of Llewyn as his pants slipped off, exposing the red flesh of his arousal. I strode near, gently cupping his tight sac with the pads of my paw as I licked my chops seductively.

While I was distracted with that I felt a hefty hand brush the back of my neck. I stayed focused on the mark in front of me, allowing Liam to push my robe off and let it tumble to the ground. The fur on my neck bristled as I felt hot breaths fall upon them, and I couldn't hold back a hearty purr as Llewyn ran his claws through my short white bellyfur. My own cock started to stir. I hadn't been able to appreciate the builds of the two brothers when they were wearing their poofy uniforms, but now that they were laid bare I drank in the finely toned muscle that defined their arms and bodies.

Llewyn gave my thigh a playful pat before he took a seat at the head of the bed, legs invitingly open. I knew what he wanted, and if my instincts were correct Liam, behind me, wanted to stay that way.

I got on the bed on all fours, slowly moving my muzzle towards the open legs of Llewyn while swaying my hips behind me; tail hiked in the air. First things first. I nuzzled the soft fur of Llewyn's inner thigh, drinking in the spicy aroma as I got closer and closer to the prize. I poked the glistening shaft with my nose, letting it bob in the air a few times before I ran the backside of my tongue across. Most men were surprised by that. They were all braced to feel the barbs and felt nothing but smoothness. Not to worry, after a little wetting down I flipped the script and curled my tongue around him, not licking but just giving presence to the tiny spines. He squirmed, cooing in pleasure just like they all did. I shot a pair of sultry eyes up at him, proud of the faces he was making as I went to work taking his tip into my muzzle. He tasted good. Sometimes clients were behind on their hygiene, but the wolves both seemed to be quite on top of that much to my delight.

The bed sank behind me with the weight of the other brother. My ears swiveled as I heard the container of lube being opened and applied to something; didn't take a genius to figure out what that something was. I stopped what I was doing and held still when I felt fingers wrap around my lower tail and the slick tip probe against my backside. I closed my eyes and relaxed, letting the tapered tip slip inside effortlessly. After that there was more resistance, but Liam was gracious about it, taking his time as his length spread me open.

A tug at my ear let me know that I'd taken too long of a pause with my first charge, so I apologized by way of sinking my muzzle all the way down on Llewyn. The scarred wolf moaned and gripped at the top of my head as my nose buried itself in his groinfur. As I pulled my mouth back I teased his sensitive flesh with my tongue ever-so-slightly. My reward was a healthy helping of sweet pre.

Not to be outdone by his brother, Liam began to slowly move in and out of me. I shivered at the friction of another man taking me, and purred-to the delight of Llewyn's cock-as he hit my pleasure spot seemingly at will.

My serene little room became a chamber of grunting, panting, purring, slurping and rhythmic slaps as we danced our dirty deed. Somewhere in it all I managed a few moments of coherent thought and wondered if the brothers often shared partners like this.

Llewyn wouldn't be long. I glided my tongue across his tip, working his orbs with my paw and giving them a gentle tug. All I needed to do after that was curl my fingers around his knot and squeeze. His breaths became ragged, full of urgency as his hips bucked into my muzzle; cock held still by the grasp I had on his knot. I felt it pulse and twitch in my fingers a few times before his seed spurted into my maw.

Hearing his brother got off clearly egged on Liam, who bucked harder into me. Strong lupine fingers gripped my hips as he plowed his prize relentlessly. I decided to let Llewyn's cock slip free of my muzzle, letting it leave a line of cum on my cheek as it brushed through my fur. I wanted Liam to hear me moan, and moan I did.

I felt one of his hands leave my backside and felt it moments later, holding his own knot back. He didn't want to tie me. Shame, that cost extra. His powerful body bent over my much smaller frame, and I could feel his breath on the back of my head like I had earlier. He growled loudly in primal ecstasy as his cock marked my insides. He held it there until he was done, then squeezed every last drop he could up into me before he huffed and pulled out. I lay flat on the bed, spent cock flopped right near my nose and a matted mess at my backside. The breathing was heavy all around, but the wolves eventually gathered themselves and stood up in unison, leaving me suddenly alone on the bed.

"He'll do." Llewyn stated.

I rolled around on to my back, watching as the two Guards wiped themselves off with a towel. "I'll do for what?"

"Your Madam will have a Palace Summons for you." Liam smiled devilishly. "The King has need of your services."

They didn't say anything else as they dressed. For my part, I was quiet as well. I pondered what that meant, or if it was to be a one time thing or more.

I didn't know what was to come. I only knew that things were going to be a lot more interesting.