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The wolf took yet another heavy sip of his wine. Who would have thought that being king could be so hard?

"Tell you what," the other wolf sitting at table with him said, "if your father were still around, none of this would happen. None of it."

The older wolf lifted his own cup of wine to his muzzle and drained what was left of it in one big swig. Theo raised an eyebrow towards his fellow lupine guest. He was clearly pretty tipsy already.

"As I was saying," the other wolf continued, "I could smell the stench of cowardice, the stench of prey, all the way from my own state. Sure enough I was right. One day later, fuckin' early in the mornin', one of my servants comes to call me with her ears all low and lookin' down. Tells me 'my new neighbor' came to introduce himself. Do you know who he was? Do you?"

Theo sighed. He shook his head. "Who?" The wolf king asked, more out of politeness than of interest.

"A fox," the older wolf said, disgust dripping from his voice as he said the word. "A fucking small, scrawny, red little fox. All dressed up in fancy clothes pretending to be as noble as one of us wolves. Came to MY door, extended his paw towards ME. Went on sayin' he and his family had just bought the big farm lands next to mine that belonged to old Wilsham. A fox, for fuck's sake!"

The king kept a steady, rigid expression to himself. Even if it was already well into the night, even if the council, the hearings, everything was already over, even if he was sitting in the meeting room just having a casual, 'friendly' drink with lord Gregor, one of his older and richest retainers, he still had to keep a king's posture. His father had taught him that much. The dark grey wolf had his small, pure gold crown sitting on his head between his straightened ears. He was dressed in a fine cotton vest, lined with golden threads but dark in color. The wolf sitting across from him at the table was dressed with the same level of wealth. The white from the jacket over the older wolf's own vest suited his black-ish fur well, but unlike the king, who was still just well into his twenty summers, lord Gregor had seen well over forty winters.

"You do realize it's all within their rights now," king Theo said cautiously. He knew it would do little good to say that to this wolf in this situation, but a king was all about staying to the right words. Another thing his father used to say. As expected, lord Gregor snorted and just slammed his cup against the table.

"Their rights my ass!" The older wolf spoke a little too loud. The wine clearly getting in the way of proper etiquette, especially towards the king. "You know what I did, then? I back-handed the little fucker's muzzle right there and then. You should've heard him him yelp! Whimper like a little bitch. I'll tell you, that felt so good! Sent 'im running away with his tail literally between his legs! No fox is gonna step inside MY house, I tell you, not as long as I live!"

"You shouldn't..." The king started, frowning in disapproval. The older, drunk wolf interrupted him, however, raising his cup and yelling a loud "More!". The king's ears twitched back with worry, but that only lasted a split second. He kept his posture.

The third and last presence in the large room stepped forward from the corner where he stood. The king's steward, who just happened to be a fox, dutifully stepped forward with his head low and took hold of the bottle of wine in the table that was right next to lord Gregor's cup and started filling up the cup. Lord Gregor made no effort to hide his obvious disgust just for having a fox near him. King Theo glanced at his steward, who just kept his own respectful posture while doing his duty, then stepped right back to stand at the corner of the room as soon as he was done.

"I don't know how you manage to keep one of them so close to you," the older wolf commented, happy to be able to sip wine once again. He looked at the steward and snorted once more. "Look at 'im. All dressed up in fancy steward clothes too, pretendin' he's important. I'll change my words. I don't know how you manage to keep him so close to you and resist shoving 'im down against this table to fuck him!"

Lord Gregor laughed at his own comment this time. King Theo just stood still, his back straight, his face still showing no expression.

"That's where they belong, ya know? Where they'd always been. Brothels. Streets. Servants. Or at least in their own little dirty province where I bet they crave cock all the fuckin' time. That's why they come to our territory."

Theo just sighed again. He shook his head. "I really don't think you should-"

"Male, female, it doesn't even matter!" The inebriated wolf interrupted him once again. He seemed more than happy to keep talking. "They're all sluts. All of them! They whimper with happiness when you bend 'em over and fuck them. It's like nature made them to fit around a wolf's cock!" Lord Gregor looked at the king and grinned with drunken amusement. "C'mon, tell me the truth. You fuck 'im, don't you? You keep 'im close so that you can have him on his knees sucking your cock before a big audience, ain't that right?"

Even the king had a hard time hiding his discomfort there and then. He gave his steward another glance and met his eyes. The fox was just looking at him, face also impossible to read. The king just cleared his throat uncomfortably and looked away, back towards his retainer.

"...I really don't think that's a proper subject to discuss."

"HAH!" Lord Gregor said, laughing. "I knew it! So you DO fuck 'im! 'Course! Why else would you keep a FOX in here tainting the royalty with his presence?"

The king's ears flickered back again. "You know as well as I do that it was within the peace treaty after the fox province's big rebellion. They have the right to occupy any position a wolf would." The king spoke with a stern tone, but lord Gregor was too drunk to notice it.

"Fuck the peace treaty! I know what it says! If you ask me, signing that thing was the single biggest mistake we wolves have done in the last two hundred years or so!" Lord Gregor drank more of his wine and it was obviously taking its toll on him as the wolf started to cross the line from moderately tipsy to genuinely drunk. Theo just frowned.

"You know it wasn't by choice. They outnumbered us greatly." The king growled softly. It was a sensitive subject, after all.

"Bah!" Lord Gregor slammed his fist against the wooden table. "One good wolf can take on ten of those weak, small little sluts!"

"I'm not even mentioning the weird machinery they had, Gregor." The young king's growl grew in tone. His muzzle parting in a bit of a snarl. "If we hadn't signed the peace treaty it could be two foxes sitting here in this castle instead of us. Trust me, I hate it as much as you do. I really, really fucking do, but there. Was. No. Choice!"

Lord Gregor grew silent. The older wolf's ears even folded themselves back a little. King Theo realized he had let himself get carried away. The fine, smooth wood of the table was marked by his claws which had pressed too hard against it. The wolf king quickly cleared his throat. He glanced at his steward standing at the corner again who stared at him as well, then his eyes went back down. He adjusted his vest.

"I apologize," the king said, returning to his polite, controlled tone. "It's the combination of wine and weariness taking its toll. It's getting late, after all."

Theo dropped the polite hint over his guest and watched him. He was glad when the older wolf nodded and stood up, even if wobbling a little, then the king stood up right after him.

"Of course, your grace. Thank you for your time. We must do this more often."

The wolves exchanged a shake of paws and a few more polite pleasantries before lord Gregor made his way out to meet his own servants waiting for him. Theo let himself sit back down at the chair sighing. He took his cup of wine and drained what remained on it in a single go.

Another servant came into the room. This one was a wolf just like him and, unlike his steward, this one was also dressed like a servant. Simple, commoner clothes. He made a deep bow towards the king but said nothing, simply rushing to take the bottle of wine and both cups to the side, then quickly start wiping the table with a piece of cloth while keeping his head down. The king stood up again ignoring him and his vulpine steward stepped forward as well, bowing much like the wolf servant did before speaking.

"Your grace, should you retire to your quarters for the day?" The fox spoke with a very controlled tone and kept his head low and eyes down while addressing the king. Theo simply sighed again, even if his ears twitched down for a split second. He kept his straight posture just as well.

"I believe there are still a few things I should settle in the office for the day," the wolf simply said, rubbing his temples. The fox nodded in understanding, but didn't move.

"I see. I beg you pardon for intruding, my lord, but I believe the documents can wait until the morrow. Might I suggest that you rest for the day, your highness?"

The king grew stiff. He looked at the servant finishing up cleaning the table, then at the fox, then finally resigned and nodded. "Fine. I suppose you're right," the wolf just said, then left without looking back with his steward hurrying after him.

They crossed the hallways of the large wolf royal castle in silence. The king walked with his head high receiving bows from the occasional passing servant while the fox scurried behind him in an effort to keep up with his large steps. When they arrived at the king's quarters on the upper floors, the wolf stood by the door so that his steward could open it for him with a bow and also close it behind them after he entered. As soon as the king walked into his room, he let out a weary grumble.

The room was very large. It had everything anyone could ever want. A fireplace with large, cushioned chairs around it. An ornate table at the corner with chairs for eating that he never used. Large, draped windows with a beautiful view of the keep and city down below. What really drew attention in the room, however, was the overly large bed at the center. The king was a big wolf by all means, but the bed could fit four of him comfortably. It was adorned with beautiful, red sheets made of soft linen and had at least ten pillows resting against the headboard. It was a comforting sight for the wolf, to say the least.

As soon as Theo stepped inside, he loosened the collar of his vest from his neck. He tried to keep his composure, however, standing straight and keeping his face stern even if he wasn't even looking at his fox steward still standing by the door.

"I'm very tired tonight. Dealing with lord Gregor is always exhausting and taxing. I would appreciate if you cou-"

"On your knees."

The wolf king was interrupted by the fox. He stopped speaking right away, still not looking at his steward, but this time his ears did flicker down. He took a deep breath, making an effort to keep them upright. To keep his tail still. He was a king and he needed to keep his dignity. Nevertheless, the big wolf slowly sank down to his knees right where he was standing with his back towards the door. He didn't say anything else. He just kept himself firm while he listened to the steps of the fox slowly approaching him.

"You seemed awfully unhappy about the peace treaty with lord Gregor," his steward, whose name was Cadwin, said quite calmly.

"I just said what I had to say to keep lord Gregor appeased," the wolf responded, still on his knees, still looking forward towards the bed, still making an effort to keep his ears standing up and his face stern and serious.

"Is that so?" The fox had a hint of what one could mistake for amusement in his voice. The wolf wasn't that foolish anymore, though. "You sure sounded passionate about it. Very, very convincing."

The wolf king swallowed. He hesitated for a moment before answering.

"You know that I have nothing but respect for the treaty. I've followed it dutifully for well over a year now."

"Hmmm..." The fox made an exaggerated sound of thinking about it, placing a paw on the wolf's shoulder. The touch made him grow tense. "Yes. Yes, you have. I know that. I know that pretty well indeed. It's perhaps you who need another refresher of how things work?"

This time, Theo couldn't help but let his ears fold back a little.

"No, I know very we-"

"Quiet." The fox's order wasn't loud, but it had such a deep firmness. The wolf shut his muzzle right away and lowered his head, growling softly with frustration. "You are right. I know and you know," the fox continued, "we are one of the few who know who really came on top of that rebellion. We know who really won, don't we?"

The wolf nodded reluctantly, frowning but not daring to speak.

"We know that you, mighty wolf king Theodar, son of king Thorden, sit on the high throne of Veredia, ruling over the five canine provinces like the wolves always had for ages because, and only because, it is more practical."

Theo nodded again. His ears twitched back once more, his paws clenching into fists. He had to hold back from growling louder, but he could feel his face getting hot with shame. He hated that feeling more than anything.

"We know that if a fox were to sit on the throne, it'd spark more rebellion, it'd draw attention from the other kingdoms. We know it was easier to keep you, big scary wolves up there for you looks, but we also know who really pulls the strings now, don't we?" The fox's paw on the wolf's shoulder gave it a few pats. Even that felt degrading. "Who is it? Who controls everything? Who dominates the mighty king and all the wolves beneath him? Can you say it back to me?"

The wolf couldn't hold back from letting his growling increase in volume. He knew he would probably regret his lack of control later. He kept his head low, looking at the ground, his face burning even hotter. It took him a few moments to gather himself up to say it.

"Foxes," he finally said.

"What's that? Louder."

"The foxes rule, the wolves obey," Theo said again, making a big effort to swallow his pride. His muzzle felt like it was on fire and the wolf felt himself trembling. The fox behind him let out a small chuckle. He was laughing! The wolf's growling returned for a moment, but he controlled it. It was better that way.

"Very good." The wolf felt the fox's paw leaving his shoulder. Perhaps that was it? Some relief watched over the wolf. He let himself relax.

"Strip." A single word from the fox broke it all again. The wolf cursed inside his mind. Again, he hesitated, his mind racing as if it could possibly develop something that would get him out of the situation he hated so deeply, but he knew from experience that there was no running away from it. Slowly, king Theo stood up and started taking off his shirt.

Two winters ago, he never would have thought it would come to this. When he was sitting in his war room, receiving the fox negotiators knowing that there was no longer any hope for the wolves to come out on top, the proposed deal hadn't even seen so bad. Wolves would continue ruling, his family's legacy wouldn't be lost, for he himself would still be sitting on the throne. A peace treaty, demanding in written law that the stereotype and prejudice towards foxes were to be eliminated. That they no longer be seen as lower than other canines by society and that they were just granted the rights that were technically theirs if not for prejudice itself. The peace treaty for the public to see, for everyone to stop fighting. It made it look like the foxes had backed down, even if they had the upper hand, but alongside the treaty came the second part. The hidden part.

A council of foxes would rule behind the king. It was a brilliant plan, even Theo could admit it. The foxes had won, but forsaking most disadvantages brought by such a rebellion. No lack of stability, no vulnerability to the kingdom, nothing. And yet... The wolf never thought it would be like this. The foxes were much, much more relentless than he had ever imagined.

"We might have to do something about lord Gregor," Cadwin, his honorable 'steward', commented, bringing the wolf out of the world of thought. He pulled his vest off to reveal his chest. Muscular, lean, and of a lighter tone of grey than his back was, for he was a king and he had been taught how to fight. He looked back at the fox for the first time, though, his eyes narrowing with some worry.

"He's old fashioned, that's all," the king commented, trying to make it look like it wasn't a big deal. He put his claws on the waistband of his own pants and hesitated. He always hesitated, but the fox gave him a short nod signaling for him to hurry up, so he pulled them down as well.

"Perhaps." The fox moved forward, calmly stepping around the kneeling wolf towards the king's bed to sit on the edge. He could see that coy hint of a smirk on the fox's face, could see his eyes fixated not on the wolf himself, but on his body. On his chest, on his legs, on the bulge his sheath did on his underwear when he stepped out of his pants. He could tell the fox, unlike him, enjoyed this.

"I'm a firm believer that old dogs can, in fact, learn new tricks, though," Cadwin continued. "Maybe I should have my men give him the same treatment we gave lord Ferren? I'm sure that a few months working on one of the very brothels he says foxes deserve so much to be will change his mind about a few things."

The king growled. He couldn't keep the snarl out of his face. He saw the fox's smirk growing just a tiny bit more. The bastard enjoyed that as well. Cadwin pointed at the king's underwear with a single claw, then snapped his finger once to reaffirm his previous order. Reluctantly, Theo just obeyed, pulling his underwear down and keeping his head low.

"Perhaps this time we ought to send one of Gregor's prized sons with him. He takes such pride in them. Perhaps he'd take pride to see them learning to suck on a fox's cock, to see them taking two foxes on his ass at once. It worked wonders with Ferren. By the time he was done he was so ashamed of what he had done that he has never spoken a single word of what really happened to his wife." The fox's amusement only grew as he kept speaking.

"Please. Lord Ferren had killed a fox for little reason. All Gregor did was misspeak." The wolf hated that he had to pretty much plead towards the fox, but he had absolutely no doubt that he would carry out with what he was saying. He had done worse. The foxes had spies, had agents, had men everywhere. They seemed to know everything. The wolf didn't know how it was even possible, but he had seen enough to believe it. Cadwin brought his paw to his chin, making a motion as if he was thinking about it.

"Hmmm. We'll see. I'll think about it." The fox licked his lips not even trying to be subtle about staring towards the now naked wolf's hefty sheath and hanging, furry balls. Theo felt exposed and weak. The wolf hated it with a passion, but he just kept his head low and his growling to a minimum.

"Come here," the fox ordered again quite casually, pointing at the floor right in front of the bed, where he was sitting. At the same time, he started undoing the laces of his pants. The wolf's ears folded themselves back just a little giving away his distress, but hesitantly, he crawled forward. He stood back up to his knees in front of the fox, no use in playing games when they both knew what it meant, but he stopped at that, looking at the fox's crotch. As soon as those pants were open, the faint scent of male musk was the first thing that hit Theo, making his nose wrinkle. The red sheath and the more than half hard member coming out of it were nothing compared to his own. Cadwin used his paw to slowly stroke his member, coaxing it to keep coming out, but he limited himself to that at first. Theo kept staring at it with his muzzle just inches away and, though he purposely didn't look up, he knew the damned fox was observing him. He kept a straight face. He still had dignity, he kept telling himself. The smell of musk got gradually stronger, the wolf's sensitive nose picking up every small part of it.

"So, my dear king, after all this time do you still claim to want nothing to do with males? Ladies only?" Cadwin asked full of amusement, his paw taking his now fully hard cock and pushing it down, aiming it directly towards the wolf's muzzle so that the tip was almost touching his nose. Theo made himself stand still, refusing to flinch away from it, to play into the fox's game.

"Yes." The wolf answered without a second of hesitation.

"A shame," the fox just said, his disappointment full of implied mockery. He scooted forward in the bed ever so slightly, enough for the tip of his cock to touch the wolf's nose. Theo frowned, but he stood still, looking as stern as if nothing was happening. He could smell the fox's malehood, even more as the damned canine rubbed it softly against his nose. A small drop of precum came to wet it and, this time, the wolf did growl softly. It was so hard to keep still. His muzzle kept twitching, but he held back from snarling, keeping only a low growl at the back of his throat.

"Most wolves don't really care, you see. At least when it comes to commoners. Or at least when it comes to foxes," Cadwin continued, coming forward just a little more so that he could rub the side of his cock against the fur of the king's muzzle. The wolf stood there taking it as the disgusting scent of male musk was being ingrained in the fur of his muzzle.

"Most wolves will just fuck anything they want. Anytime they want. It doesn't matter if the fox is indeed a slut in a brothel or just a peddler trying to make his living." While the fox spoke, he stood up so he could get close enough to rub himself further against the wolf. Cadwin's paw came to the wolf's head, holding it at first, but his grip slowly got tighter as he kept talking. "It doesn't matter if they're in a bedroom or at the peddler's shop, with his children and wife watching." A light, uncharacteristic growl came from the fox. It was subtle, but Theo could hear it. He couldn't keep his ears from going down, however, and couldn't keep himself from closing his eyes either as the fox forced his muzzle forward towards his furry balls. He forced the wolf to grind it against them, the smell of male musk so strong that Theo, not used to such things, felt his eyes watering a little, but he endured it.

It only lasted a few seconds. The fox let him go and he retreated by himself, frowning heavily. He looked up at his steward and the fox's growl was gone. His composure regained as if he had never lost it with the calm, cold look back as well. The wolf brought a paw up to clean his muzzle from the lingering scent of musk, but the fox stopped his hand before it could reach it. A single shake from the fox's head was enough for Theo to understand it, growl a little louder and slowly put his arm down again.

"Get on the bed," the fox ordered. "On all fours." Cadwin stepped aside so that the wolf had space to obey, but this time Theo hesitated. The wolf slowly stood up, but he just looked at the fox instead.

"Please," he said, though still keeping his stern tone. He hated having to say that word towards the fox. "This isn't necessary. I acknowledge my outburst, it will not happen again."

The fox looked back at him, his face also impossible to read. For a few moments, Theo dared to hope some mercy would come from the little demon.

"On the bed. All fours," the fox repeated, crushing those hopes.

Theo had little choice but to move forward, crawling over the bed, then staying still on all fours as ordered. The wolf kept looking forward, but this time he had even more difficulty trying to keep his ears from folding back. He felt very, very vulnerable like that. The worst part was that the fox knew it. The wolf simply heard the rustle of clothing, knowing the fox was undressing himself and dreading it even more, but he dared not look. He didn't want to look.

Soon enough, however, Cadwin's weight could be felt over the bed. It made the wolf growl, but also tense up, his tail left downed to cover himself some, but in reality it was tucked a little more between his legs than it should. That wasn't a problem for long, however, for it was the first thing that the fox yanked up, making the wolf sink his claws into the bed sheets with anxiety. The fox's paw held his tail up high, then his other paw came to the wolf's heavy sack, exposed between his legs. They lightly fondled them in a playful way, rolling the furry balls between his claws in a somewhat pleasurable way.

"Such a fine wolf, the king is," Cadwin finally said still playing with his balls. The wolf's growl grew a little louder. The touching felt invasive, violating. Humiliating. His muzzle felt hot with shame again for letting the fox do this with him. Those light fingers of him moved on to the wolf's sheath, playing with it, teasing it, pulling it back a little. Theo closed his eyes and frowned. He had been through this before. He wasn't going to let the fox win.

"Does the mighty king have nothing to say during the foreplay?" Cadwin asked. There was some amusement to his voice again now. Mockery too. The wolf didn't dignify him with a response. Theo didn't want to play his game. He just tried to keep himself focused.

"Silent or not, it looks like someone is enjoying it," the fox continued. He was referring to, of course, the wolf's cock, which he was successfully coaxing out of his sheath with his dextrous, skilled fingers. Theo growled louder as if that could deny it. He still didn't answer and focused on keeping himself soft, but he knew it was a losing battle. The wolf's pink, growing member was already halfway out of his sheath and the more it grew, the more the fox had to work with. Those hateful fingers trailed through his member, caressing it, stroking it, pulling his sheath back to reach more. Theo would never admit just how pleasurable it felt, how much it made him tremble, but it did. It was a matter of minutes before the fox had a fully hard wolf cock to slowly stroke.

Cadwin spoke with casual interest again. "It used to take a while for us to reach this stage." His fingers kept going through the now deep red length of the wolf's cock, hard and hanging between his legs save for the knot. Like that alone the wolf was already considerably larger than the fox and the vulpine took advantage of every inch to tease and stroke with his fingers, lightly brushing them against the underside of the wolf's length, then stroking it properly a few times, them playing and focusing on the tip... It made Theo grit his teeth, holding back. He didn't want to feel so much damn pleasure, but he couldn't help it. The fox, however, continued.

"Why do you think we have you here, hard and eager like a teenage pup, so quickly this time?" The question came with a few harder strokes, followed by the fox tugging at his sheath softly to tease the wolf's forming knot, which was by far the most sensitive part for him. A drop of pre formed at the wolf's tip dripping down over his bed sheets. Theo was starting to pant a little, but he didn't move, he didn't speak. He simply stood still, enduring everything. The fox came closer to him, moving forward. The wolf was considerably larger, so Cadwin just stood on his knees behind him, paws reaching over around the wolf's hips to continue teasing his cock, but it allowed him to poke his own hard-on right against the wolf's furry rump and vulnerable entrance.

Theo's ears went down, folding themselves back. He couldn't help it. He hated being taken. Hated having something violating his most intimate depths more than anything. Cadwin knew that as well, the wolf knew, which was why he was rubbing his hard cock right against the wolf's tailhole, threatening to line up and penetrate it any second and, worse of all for Theo, keeping the wolf rock hard and throbbing while doing it. Those skilled fingers never left his cock, stroking ever so slowly in a tease. Theo kept preparing himself mentally. He knew how this went. When he least expected it, it was going to happen. The fox wanted to hear him whimper, wanted him to beg, but he wasn't going to go down to that level. Then Cadwin finally spoke again.

"On your back."

The order caught the wolf off-guard. He opened his eyes and looked back at the fox surprised for a moment. Cadwin's paw retreated from his length and the fox himself moved back to give him space to move. It was with some relief that the wolf obeyed, rolling over so he could lie on his back. His cock stood there, red and hard right over his stomach, but even though he had to look up at the fox he still felt a lot less vulnerable this way. At least where it mattered the most.

The fox was quick to advance again, moving to sit over the wolf's thighs himself so that his own member was pressed right against the wolf's larger one. His paw returned as well, but this time it took hold of both cocks, stroking them together. Theo could feel the heat of the fox's cock on his, could feel their precum mixing up on their lengths. The wolf frowned again. He realized that, though this new strange position was better for him, it was unknown territory.

"I believe I asked you a question just now," the fox casually said as he continued to stroke both cocks. The touch felt new to the wolf, felt... intimate. He didn't like it at all, but the pleasure was undeniable. It was the fox's words that bothered him the most, however. The wolf looked away, but Cadwin pressed on. "Answer it. Why do you think we got you hard and eager so fast this time?"

Theo frowned heavily. His growling returned and the fact that the fox didn't stop stroking them at all even as those cold eyes set himself on him waiting for an answer just made it worse. The pleasure was there, solidifying everything. The wolf didn't want to speak. The fox's other paw, however, reached out under their members to take hold of the king's balls. In one quick grip, the fox gave his nuts a heavy, strong squeeze that made him flinch and gasp from the pain. His eyes never let the wolf's, his other paw never stopped stroking. "Why?" He asked again, then another hard second-long squeeze came. Theo had to hold back not to let a whine come through. The wolf's growl returned, but after the second squeeze, he resigned.

"Because you haven't allowed me to cum for a long time!" The wolf answered, just like the fox wanted. Saying those words, admitting to them, made the humiliation behind it feel so much worse. The fox simply smiled, the grip on his balls easing up a little more, but still there.

"And how long has it been since the last time you spewed your royal wolf spunk?"

The wolf's ears fell down right away this time. The fox was speeding up the stroking, turning it into a more aggressive type of pleasing, much to the wolf's shame.

"...Since the beginning of spring," the wolf answered with spite.

"Is that so? But that can't be," the fox continued, his smile growing wider. "We are close to fall. That would mean over a hundred days without cumming for a young, virile male wolf such as yourself."

Theo had to make the biggest effort yet to hold back from outright snarling. They were nearing the one hundred and sixty day mark and the wolf just hated the fact that he knew the exact count of days in his head, but he was absolutely sure that, despite the fox's attitude of mockery, he knew that as well.

The wolf didn't want to dignify him with a response, so he kept quiet. He had to stay true to his dignity. He had to. Even if in reality he just wanted to hump against the fox's stroking hand. Just wanted to take his own cock into his own paw and deal with that himself, stroking his cock three times as fast, cumming like never before...

The wolf's cock throbbed. His knot grew way too fast nowadays, now swollen and bulging against the fox's much smaller member. Precum came almost without stop to stain the fur of his belly and the same effort the wolf had to suppress his more aggressive instincts were being put into suppressing moaning. In the end, Theo just huffed and panted, trying to act as the dignified wolf he should be at his position even with the damned fox teasing his cock like that.

The lack of a proper response did make the smile of superiority fade on Cadwin's face, so Theo just took some solace in that. The fox, however, pulled his paw away from both cocks, wiping his pre-stained paw on the wolf's hip fur. Theo let out the softest grunt of disappointment that the pleasure stopped, but he would never admit to it.

"I see that even though you're a king, you seem to lack the proper manners of conversation." The fox was frowning now and as soon as Theo noticed that, he got anxious. "Lord Gregor theorized that you kept me around so I could, quoting his words, 'suck you off before a big audience'. Would you say that's accurate?"

The wolf looked down at the fox confused. He felt a trap coming, but he didn't know how to react or get out of it. Reluctantly, the wolf just answered with an uncertain, more question-like "..No?"

"But according to Gregor, that's all foxes are good for. You don't agree with that, then?"

The wolf's eyes met the fox's and he hesitated. That hesitation, that small pause between them had an implied answer on itself and Theo saw the result of it in the form of a deep frown in the fox's usually so controlled face. He knew he had made a mistake there. The wolf quickly tried to rectify it by answering "no" right away, but it was too late.

"I see," Cadwin simply said. "Perhaps there's some truth to it," he continued, and Theo grew more nervous. He had no idea where the fox was going, but it couldn't be good for him. The fox scooted back, shifting his position so he was sitting a little lower down over the wolf's legs, almost at his knees and then, much to the wolf's surprise, he leaned forward and gave the wolf's still rock hard cock a single lick, right at the tip. Theo couldn't hold back a gasp that became a bit of a moan halfway through it. He hadn't felt a tongue on his cock in... it must have been well over a year.

It didn't stop there. Cadwin's eyes were locked on him, watching his reaction and he licked again. This time, the wolf managed to stop the moan at his throat, but his paws had to hold tight to the bed sheets underneath. A third lap came, then a fourth, then the fox's paw came to take hold of the base of Theo's cock, enveloping his thick knot, and the fox's maw advanced upon his cock, enveloping it.

Theo moaned. He closed his eyes and moaned because he couldn't hold back. He felt the warmth of the fox's maw, felt the soft tongue brushing against the underside of his member, felt the gush of precum he let out right at Cadwin's tongue. The wolf's incredibly pent up cock enveloped in that pleasure was almost too much to bear.

The fox took it slow, of course. He suckled at the wolf's tip at first, then slowly, so very slowly, he started taking more of that cock into his muzzle, inch after inch, until half of the wolf's pulsing, dark red member was inside his muzzle. Theo saw no real pleasure coming from the fox for what he was doing. There was still a hint of a smirk at the side of his muzzle, he could see it, but he just knew that that pleasure was due to how torturing and pleasuring the whole thing was at once rather than over the act itself. Nevertheless, the fox continued. It wasn't a great blowjob at all. It wasn't even a good one, he could recognize, but in Theo's current state it was the best maw work that had ever happened in that castle.

Theo's poise was falling apart second after second. The wolf was huffing, gritting his teeth to hold back the soft moans of need coming from his maw. When he felt that tongue swirling around his member, warm, wet and soft like a feather, he humped up against it. He tried to, at least, but the fox's other paw that wasn't holding his cock steady was firm over his hips keeping them down. The bastard was expecting it. As undignified as it was, Theo felt like he was ready to blow his load already. Given how long it had been since he had had any satisfaction, it was within reason, but he was already past caring about such frivolities. He grunted and groaned, feeling it coming soon, his cock pulsed... and the fox retreated.

Cadwin pulled back just enough to leave his muzzle hanging right above the wolf's cock, paw still gripping his knot to keep it still, but not moving at all. Theo's eyes snapped open to look down at him, the wolf panting. Seeing the fox's smirk, his mind slowly came back to the reality of his position and, in consequence, his face started feeling hot.

"You seem to be enjoying this. Should I take that as confirmation that lord Gregor's words were true?" The fox leaned forward just enough to brush his nose against the wolf's leaking cock. The act alone made him hold back a whimper of pure need. "Do you think that foxes are made to suck wolf cock, then? That I should finish you up like the good fox I am? Or would you say that's nonsense? That I shouldn't keep doing this if I don't want to?"

Theo froze. It took a second for his mind clouded by lust to realize what the fox was doing, but he did. The bastard. The little red bastard. The wolf hesitated again, but when he saw the smallest of frowns coming to Cadwin's muzzle he didn't want to make the same mistake again. Before he could even think about it, he spoke.

"No! Foxes are not sluts!" He answered even before he could give proper thought about it and, given how the fox's whiskers brushing against his needy member were enough to make a drop of pre appear at its tip, he regretted saying it just after he did. His mind was racing thinking about something he could say that would continue the blowjob. Cadwin smiled, looking amused, but he also moved to sit back up and that alone brought up a tiny, frustrated whimper from the wolf.

"I see," Cadwin said, his paw holding Theo's knot releasing the grip, but instead starting to trail up the wolf's member. He caressed it with a single finger, making the wolf tremble with pleasure. "So you agree I shouldn't keep sucking you off since I find you wolves just disgusting, right?"

Again, Theo hesitated. He swallowed hard, but there was nothing else he could say. He knew this fox, he knew Cadwin. If he said anything else, he would get punished. Hard. The wolf nodded with resignation, muttering a defeated "yes" while still staring at his own cock.

"Very good. Good boy," the fox cooed. Theo growled softly. He hated that kind of degrading talk, maybe because he had been a prince and then a king and nobody but this damned fox had ever dared talk to him like that. The fox's finger didn't stop. It circled around the wolf's throbbing cock, sometimes just caressing and trailing around it with a claw, sometimes using his thumb to rub it a little more firmly. It kept the wolf hanging around the same level of need and want. "I suppose you deserve a reward for behaving like that."

Theo's ears perked up right away. He looked at Cadwin with some hope, receiving an infuriating smirk from the fox. He didn't say anything, he simply shifted position. The wolf held himself dutifully while he watched the fox move to lie at his left side on the bed, though supporting himself with an elbow. In the position and given the fact that the fox's paw moved to caress his chest it was as if the fox was his lover lying in bed with him. Cadwin even put one of his legs over the wolf's, getting comfortable, soon enough, however, that gentle paw moved down to feel up Theo's stomach, his defined abdomen, but all the wolf could think about was how close to his cock it was.

He didn't know what the fox was planning, but he looked at him with eagerness. Cadwin kept watching him, looking at his body, but he still said nothing taking things in his own slow, frustrating pace. That paw reached the wolf's cock again and, much to the wolf's relief, started jerking him off. Slowly, too slowly, but it did. If he cummed like that it would be right over his own chest, but it didn't matter. He just wanted- no, he needed to cum.

"You know," the fox started, speaking casually while jerking the groaning wolf off. "You're still not off the hook for your outburst. For what you said." The fox's tone was calm and soft, almost loving, even, as if he was indeed talking to a lover about the lighter of subjects, but that couldn't be farther away from the truth. Theo's ears withdrew slowly, but he was focused on his pleasure. It was all that mattered. "I'm thinking that tomorrow you can spend another day with you-know-what into you. You have quite a few hours of hearings tomorrow, which means just sitting on your throne and looking high and mighty for your fellow wolves..."

Theo whimpered softly. Half of it was due to the pleasure he was feeling, but the other half was for the fox's words. The hateful thing he meant was one of those rubber-coated, brothel toys. Cadwin knew, he knew how much the wolf hated having things shoved up his ass so the first time he had made the wolf spend a whole day with a brothel toy stuffed inside him, it had been hell. Moving around and keeping his composure, feeling that thing pressing into him all the time. And sitting down was the worst part, forcing every single inch of it into him.

Despite the situation, despite all of the humiliation, the wolf felt himself getting right back to his edge. He felt himself tethering close to his premature climax. Cadwin leaned in. Enough so that he could just whisper words to the wolf's ear while, at the same time, speeding up his stroking just a little. "Or perhaps I will have you suck me off at the high balcony again," the fox said in a hushed voice. The wolf's ears folded themselves back all the way and he whimpered again. "The mighty king up there so high, on your knees, sucking a fox's cock out in the open... Never certain if someone can see, if someone can make out what's really going on..."

Theo's paws were clenched hard into fists. He was holding tight to the bed sheets beneath them, panting like a thirsty dog, feeling his orgasm drawing close despite how frustratingly slow the stroking still was. He let out a groan of pleasure, and then the fox's paw withdrew again. A reflexive, loud growl of pure frustration came from him. He opened his eyes to look at Cadwin with fury sparkling behind them, but the fox was still just smiling. He moved again and, given how much the wolf wanted him to keep stroking his cock, even that looked excessively slow. Cadwin got back to his first position, sitting over the wolf's thighs with his own member, which was still hard and hot, touching the wolf's. Once he sat there, however, he didn't do anything. He just kept looking down at the wolf, all superior. The fox was letting him cool down, Theo knew, but he didn't want to cool down! He wanted to heat up!

It took all of Theo's willpower not to reach for his cock that stood right there, throbbing with desperate need, and finish things off himself. He imagined himself twisting over the bed in one swooping movement, one paw holding that damned fox down by his neck while the other stroked his cock off furiously. He was larger, stronger, better. He was a wolf. He could do it. He imagined looking at Cadwin's frustrated face while he clawed for air while Theo howled above him in a mindblowing, much needed climax letting his seed coat the fucking little runt's fur while his paw pressed even harder against that soft neck to pay back for some of what he put him through...

Cadwin cleared his throat. Theo snapped out of his dream. He realized his claws had sunk onto the bed sheets, making small holes in it. He saw the fox stroking his own member but giving his own no attention, but the damned vulpine's eyes were fixated down on the wolf. Sometimes his claws gave his cock a little brush, but it was just a tease. Theo's ears went down again. As much as he wanted to fulfill his imagination, as much as he craved it, he knew he couldn't. If he did that, even if he got rid of Cadwin, he would have broken the deal. Cadwin was a thorn for him, but he knew that the foxes he worked with were capable of much, much worse things than what this fox alone was doing to him. He had seen it happen before. He had regretted rebelling more than he could possibly describe. He had to hang on.

The fox's stroking of his own member was getting faster. Unlike before, the wolf's was still getting no attention. At first, this act, this position, had felt intimate, unmanly, but now all the wolf wanted was for those claws to envelop his member again. He almost craved to feel the heat of the fox's cock against his. It took him a little while of just watching to realize, but he realized from the way Cadwin looked down at him, from the way his paw was always teasing to reach up to his cock as well, that the cursed fox wanted him to... Theo frowned. He swallowed hard.

"Please," the wolf said. That alone had been hard to mouth, but his lust shadowed his sense of dignity.

"Please what?" The fox asked, feigning innocence. Theo's frown deepened.

"Please... do me as well." The wolf felt his face burning again, but he couldn't take his eyes out of the fox's hand stroking that red, knotted member and his own bigger, throbbing cock glistening with a coat of his own pre alone.

"You'll have to be more specific," the fox just said in a playful way. Theo could swear he had heard even a hint of a chuckle there and that filled him with rage. Still, the wolf took a deep breath. His muzzle was burning up.

"...Please, stroke my cock as well." The wolf's eyes narrowed themselves towards the fox who, in turn, just grinned.

The fox obliged. He moved painfully slow, but he stopped his own stroking so that he could envelop both cocks with his paw and press them together just as he had done before. Just feeling the heat of the fox's cock was enough to make the wolf king hold back a pleasurable groan. Both members, his larger than the fox's, were glistening with precum and more came from Theo's extremely pent up balls. As the stroking slowly began, the wolf felt himself overwhelmed.

It had been just too long. After so much teasing and edging, he craved that more than anything. His mind wandered back to his youth with images of both the whores he had fucked and the noble ladies. To all the times he had jerked off in his own room. The fox started to speed up and for a blissful moment Theo managed to forget that he was groaning to a man's touch. To a fox's touch. To THIS fox's touch. He managed to push the deep humiliation from his mind when he closed his eyes. The wolf's breath became ragged, unsteady. His toes curled, his tail wagged and, most importantly, his cock throbbed. The red, knotted cock belonging to a king flexed with need with every stroke of the fox. His knot was fully inflated against the fox's much smaller one with precum coming almost constantly from his tapered tip. Never had a set of fingers against his cock felt so great.

The wolf could feel his balls tightening. He grit his teeth, growling in pure lust and even bucking his hips a little against the fox even if the stroking was fast now. This was it. If Theo was with some girl or, well, in any situation really, he might be a little embarrassed by just how... fast things were. But in those conditions? After all that time? The wolf couldn't care less. He just wanted to cum and nothing else.

And then it stopped again. Theo's eyes snapped open, his growl of lust quickly growing louder for a split second in a snarl of frustrated fury. He looked at the fox, who was smirking down his way and now back to stroking only his own cock again. The stroking paw was not even an inch away from the wolf's cock, but it just stood there, throbbing and pulsing alone in the air with no further stimulation.

"Please!" Theo said this time without any hesitation. The fox's smirk just grew. It filled him with fury, but he didn't care about that at the moment. When Cadwin continued to just keep stroking his own cock, Theo's despair grew. "Please. Please stroke my cock! I'm asking like you wanted me to!"

The wolf's eyes stared at the fox's paw, each movement looking like it might be the one where those fingers enveloped his member as well. Another spurt of precum came from his own member just thinking about it. He had to hold to the bedsheets so very tightly to hold back from stroking himself. Theo felt himself trembling. The fox slowly came forward, leaning in so that his stroked cock started pushing the wolf's unattended one down against his own stomach and fur. The act alone made Theo moan softly, but it wasn't proper stimulation. It wasn't what he needed.

Theo had to grip the bed sheets with all of his strength. The fox's eyes went to his right paw just for a moment, then came back to staring at his own eyes. The look they exchanged was full of meaning. That enraging smirk, the stroking of the fox's own cock right above, right against his own was like a challenge. Theo realized that. The fox was daring him to act just so he could punish him for it. Theo cursed inside his mind. His hips bucked up a little, grinding his cock against the uneven back of the fox's stroking fingers in an overall unpleasant attempt to get the final stimulation he needed. It was no use.

"I didn't say anything about cumming," the fox finally said. The wolf's ears went right down, pinning down against his head.

"But it's been too long! I said everything you wanted! I did everything you wanted! Everything!!" The wolf was pretty much pleading. He was aware that he was degrading himself by doing it, but he just needed that touch! One release, he told himself, then he could go and pick up the shattered pieces of his dignity. Just one release!

The fox, however, just moved again. His paw that wasn't stroking himself came down to the wolf's shoulder for support. He lifted himself a little, his cock still keeping Theo's pressed firmly against his own fur, the back of those stroking fingers providing a small, uncomfortable bit of stimulation. Sometimes it brushed against his length, sometimes against his knot, and even that was enough to make him groan with a little pleasure, but it wasn't enough.

It was clear that the focus had changed, however. Cadwin let out a pleasure huff himself starting to stroke himself faster. Theo looked down to see the red, tapered canine cock of the fox hanging right above his needy one. It was like a smaller version of his own. Precum came from its tip to slowly fall over his own larger member underneath it. He could feel the warmth of it when it did and that alone made a drop of his own precum come to mat the fur of his stomach. Another grunt came from the fox alongside a small growl.

"I've decided," the fox said, panting lightly now as well. He stroked himself even faster. The fox's paw pressed down on the wolf's shoulder and he pressed the wolf's cock harder against his fur. Theo looked down to see it pulsing in stimulated bliss. The same bliss he craved so, so much right above his needy cock. Cadwin leaned himself forward some more, muzzle coming close to Theo's own. "Twenty more days," the fox simply said.

Theo's eyes slowly widened. The expression of panic grew on his face. At first, he thought about asking what that meant, but there was no use. They both knew fully well that it was what the wolf craved the most that wasn't going to happen for another twenty whole days. Theo opened his muzzle. The wolf also knew that it did not mean at all that in twenty one days he'd get what he wanted, either. He thought about complaining, about growling, yelling, contesting, anything! It wasn't fair! But then the fox himself groaned. Cadwin's eyes closed for a moment and just as Theo looked downwards, it happened.

Right above his cock, the fox started cumming. Cadwin groaned in relief and pleasure. Theo was sure the fox was letting his pleasure show just as another cruel mean to torture him. The warm, thick cum came to coat the wolf's chest with jet after jet of heavy fox seed. Theo couldn't help himself. He whimpered. He let out a long, drawn out whimper looking at the fox's member throbbing, cumming like he craved so, so badly right above his own member that wasn't going to get any sort of relief.

Cadwin bucked his hips back and forth a little, letting his cumming cock rub right against the wolf's needy one underneath. The last weak spurts of fox cum came over his own length. The smell of cum filled the wolf's nose. He was still trembling, aching to reach for his own cock and it was just so hard to hold back. Theo growled. His mind went through a whole series of possible consequences for what he wanted to do and, while they all seemed pretty damn bad for him, he just needed to cum.

The wolf brought his right paw up to his cock. He took hold of it and just feeling his paw enveloping his throbbing, red length was a bless. Theo had to close his eyes for a second to appreciate it.

"What a bad dog," the fox said above him. His own paw came to Theo's wrist and the wolf felt some effort to pull it away, but he didn't care. He easily held still, ignoring the weaker fox's efforts. He didn't care. He would punished for that, he knew that much, but he would at least take his punishment as a relieved wolf. He started stroking his cock, slowly in the first second then quickly picking up speed. He wasn't far, it wouldn't take long. With how pent up the wolf was and how wrong it all felt, he didn't want foreplay. He just wanted to cum.

He did look up at the fox, however. After his efforts to stop the wolf's paw failed the fox had a little bit of a frown on his face. That alone brought Theo almost as much pleasure as the stimulation he was finally getting. The wolf groaned. He could feel it coming soon. His precum joined the drying fox cum over his stomach and chest, but he didn't care about the mess. He didn't care about anything.

"You know," the fox started again, his tone regaining his calmness from before. "I believe you used to be friends with lord Erewon? Lord Gregor's second son? He's about the same age as you are. I believe you two received your combat training together under the same teacher growing up, yes? Shared a few drinks as well, hmm?"

Theo's hand stopped stroking his cock. He looked at the fox again and he couldn't quite hide the surprise in his eyes. How did the little bastard know about that? That was a long time ago! It was the wolf's time to frown.

"Did you know that the most popular brothel in the fox district is one that has two wolves? I imagine they'd increase their profits very much if they got another two. No client is going to care that they are father and son, I assure you, nor about them being muzzled for the first few days."

Theo growled again. His paw held fast to his cock. He was so close! Just a little more and he would get what he needed so badly. On the other hand, he knew the fox was threatening him. Those yellow, cursed eyes were set on him staring, studying what he would do. Theo's growl grew in volume and frustration. As much as he wanted and needed this, he couldn't put lord Gregor and his son through that just because he wanted to cum. The wolf, with much reluctance, slowly opened his hand, letting go of his pulsing member and moving his hand back to his side. The damned fox smirked.

"That's better." Cadwin started to move away, crawling to the side of the bed then staying up. Theo sat up as well with his hard, knotted length still bobbing in front of him desperate for another touch, but the fox just glanced back at him and said "Stay".

The wolf growled softly again for being ordered like a dog. He could feel the thickest parts of the fox's cum over his chest slowly dripping down his fur. He frowned. Dry cum was terrible to remove from one's fur, but the worst part was having the fox's cum on him. The smell of it was all over him.

"Would you like some water, your grace?" The fox asked using his steward voice. The wolf's frown didn't leave his face, but he muttered a quick "yes", which he immediately regretted. The fox walked towards the jar of water on his cupboard and, before filling a cup, he stuck his paw in the water a few times in order to use it to clean his cock and balls. He still had the audacity to fill a cup with the tainted water. Theo's muzzle wrinkled with disgust. He didn't even move to take the water when it was offered to him.

"I don't wa-"

"Drink it." The fox's tone was serious. Theo's growl returned and he hesitated. "You can call it a toast for lord Erewon's safety, if you'd like."

The fucking fox always knew what to say. The king's eyes narrowed towards him, but he took the damned cup and brought it to his muzzle. He saw some ball fur floating above the water's surface inside his cup, which swelled up the disgust inside him all over again, but he still brought the cup to his lips and just drank the whole water in one go with his eyes closed shut. Theo didn't even look at the fox when he handed the cup back to him.

"I should thank you for the wonderful, satisfying night, your grace," the fox started again while settling the tray with the water on the king's night stand near the bed as if he would want to drink any more of that. "I will be taking my leave, but we have to take the necessary precautions to make sure you won't fall into the temptations of disobeying again after I'm gone. You know how this works."

Cadwin spoke quite casually. He kneeled down on the floor to open the last drawer of one of the larger cupboards at the room's corner and started rummaging inside it. The wolf's ears went straight down again. He knew indeed what the fox meant. Theo looked down at his cock, hard and needy, but the thought of what was about to happen was enough to make it flag.

"Please. I won't touch myself. I swear it. I swear it as a king." The wolf still tried to keep a dignified tone to his voice, but he felt it faltering. The fox found what he was looking for and slowly stepped back towards the bed. Theo's ears slowly folded themselves back more and more until they were flat against his head, wary eyes looking at the fox's closed paw.

"I'm so sorry, your grace, but that's just not enough. You're a horny wolf and horny wolves hump the first thing they see in front of them." Cadwin climbed over the bed again as he spoke and, though Theo kept his head high, he retreated an inch or two from the fox as if he could get away from him. The fox's paw came close to his cock, which was still hard despite everything, and then his fist opened to reveal what he was holding.

It was, in Theo's experience, the worst of the strange devices the foxes had come up with. It consisted of nothing but a small metal cage attached to a ring, but this one was measured up exactly to be as big as the king's sheath. At least that's what Cadwin had claimed the first time, but it still felt too tight when he wore it. The metal cage would envelop the wolf's sheath and seal it completely with nothing but a small hole at the top preventing for urinating. It meant that whenever the pent up wolf felt arousal, it would instead be turned into frustrating discomfort as his member struggled to harden and strained against the unyielding metal.

"Well, this won't do. I've never seen you so excited to wear your cage. Perhaps you're starting to take a liking for it?"

"No!" Theo growled! He hated that thing more than anything. "Please, it's not necessary. I will behave as you say. This won't happen again!"

The fox just shook his head. In one swift moment, his paw came forward to grip the wolf's balls. Theo's eyes only had time to widen, then that gripping paw started squeezing. Pain shot up through the wolf's body as his most sensitive spot got attacked. His paws shot up to take hold of the fox's wrist in reflex, but through the blinding pain he felt all of his strength felt sapped. Theo grunted heavily and even whimpered in pain. The squeezing stopped for a second after a while, much to the wolf's relief, but it returned just a moment later and it felt even harder than before. Theo saw black spots clouding his vision in a daze. The pain seemed to last so long. He couldn't think, he just felt it. And then it stopped.

The wolf was left panting and grunting, his squeezed balls aching when the fox released it. Theo realized he was lying down, though he didn't even notice himself falling back, then he grunted again when he felt something cold enveloping his sore nuts. It took the recovering wolf a few seconds to realize what he was, but then he sat right back up again immediately. His ears pinned themselves down against his head when he saw the fox finishing adjusting the metal cage over his sheath, the ring going around the base of his balls to keep it steady. He had retreated back to his sheath through the pain, which he now realized was the intent, and then the fox brought up a small padlock that went through a small hole designed especially for it. The click it made to lock itself up was painfully familiar for the wolf.

"There we go. Now we don't need to worry about you misbehaving. When I feel like you know your place again, I will remove it." Cadwin moved to stand up again and started picking up his clothes to put them back on. The wolf tugged at the cage. It felt so heavy and unnatural over his sheath. Who would come up with such a devious, terrible device? He still felt the tingles of arousal inside his hurtful balls, felt that frustrating feeling of having his needs denied once more. His own touch over the cage and balls was enough to make his cock stiffen a little again, only for it to meet the hard metal keeping his sheath locked.

"Have a pleasant night, your grace," the fox said. When Theo looked up he was back in his clothes already. The fox bowed towards him just like he always did as he steward in a perfect motion of reverence, then went to the door. Theo was left sitting on his bad, naked with fox cum draped over his broad chest and a metal cage over his sheath. Before the fox left, however, he looked at the wolf again with the door half open.

"Forty days," Cadwin just said before leaving.