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Theo watched the sun rise far away in the horizon. The wolf king stood before the tall glass windows in the wide throne room of the castle that, by all means, belonged to him. He could see the city just starting to wake up far below in the outskirts, but from that high he could see so much more. Far away, the mountain peaks were still white with snow even if everything below was of different shades of green. Spring was upon them, and that thought made Theo frown.

It meant that he had gone through all four seasons. All four seasons since the last time he... No. The wolf shook his head. A hint of a growl came from his throat. Such thoughts did nothing but sour his mood. They made the metal prison locked between his legs under his fine clothes feel heavier than it was. Cursed chastity device. No. Instead, the wolf focused on the beauty of the land before him while he waited.

The sun got a little higher on the horizon before the wolf's ears shot up. He heard sounds coming from the hallway. The entrance to the throne room was to the side. It wasn't long before the door opened.

"The king doesn't want to be interrupted. Is that understood?" The fox said to the guard standing by the entryway before he went in. The armored wolf just nodded and saluted him, which satisfied the vulpine. He came inside and closed the door behind him.

"Cadwin," Theo said in an empty greeting. The fox was his steward, yet he was also so much more than that. Cadwin wore his usual fine clothes. A set of black robes tailored for his small, lean figure. The red-furred vulpine was several inches shorter than the large gray wolf. The wolf king simply looked away from the approaching fox and focused his thoughts back on the view.

"My lord," Cadwin greeted in response. The fox went as far as to make a small bow, but the hint of a smile that adorned his muzzle made Theo frown upon it instead of acknowledging it. The wolf kept a straight face. "Your crown is slightly askew," the fox noted.

Theo brought his paws up and adjusted the small, golden adorned crown between his ears. "Can you finally tell me why did you make me wake up before sunrise to meet you in the throne room? The audiences won't start until later into the morning." The king's tone was firm. The same tone he would use to speak to any of his subjects. He had to show strength, he knew, and Theo was good at that.

"You will know soon enough." The fox simply turned around and headed towards the king's throne in the opposite side of the large window. Theo's frown deepened.

"Come here. Sit on your throne, your grace." Theo turned around to see Cadwin patting the seat of his throne. It was large, even for his figure, made of fine wood and adorned to be worthy of the king that sat upon it. It had been the pride of the wolven kings of many generations. The throne now also featured well-tailored red cushions to make it more comfortable while still keeping its regal look. Theo approached the throne but gave the fox an odd look.

"Why?" The wolf asked with suspicion.

"It's not your place to ask questions," the fox answered with a new, dry tone. The wolf said nothing in response and moved to sit, but then the fox stopped him. "Wait."

Theo froze and looked at him.

"Strip off of your clothes first." The fox spoke the order with such a casual tone. It was as if he was asking someone to move a step to the side so he could pass. As if he was ordering an underling to do a daily task. Cadwin's expression was plain and unreadable.

The wolf couldn't keep his eyes from narrowing in outrage.

"What? Have you lost your mind? I get you want to abuse your power between four walls, but we are in the throne room. There are guards just past that door!" The wolf's voice was harsh, his words coming amidst a growl. Cadwin, however, just remained with the same serious expression save for the smallest of frowns. It was enough to reflect his displeasure over the king's refusal.

"I think we are already well past the point where you try to beg to refuse my orders," the fox said in a matter-of-factly way.

"I have a king's reputation to uphold! Need I remind you that showing the outraging things you do would be as bad for you as it would be to me?!" The wolf placed a paw on the armrest of his throne. His claws sank into the fine wood leaving tiny marks as he held himself back from growling louder.

"The guards won't come in here." The fox didn't seem worried at all. Which, in turn, worried Theo even more.

"You can't know that!" the wolf said with his voice raspy from his growling.

"I know what I'm doing." Cadwin's affirmation only spurred the anger and outrage growing inside the wolf king. That fox could be just so damn cocky!

"I don't think you do," Theo said, forcing himself to calm down. He suppressed his growling, but his voice took a firm tone. A king's tone. "If you insist on inflicting your perversions upon me, so be it, but we will do it within the confines of my bedroom where no one will ever know about it."

Cadwin's eyes were set upon him. The fox didn't say anything right away, but neither did his expression changed. The fox's face was straight and serious, yet Theo was sure he could detect a hint of amusement there in the form of the slightest of the smiles. He didn't like it.

"Is that how you feel? Well, far from me to ignore my king's wishes," Cadwin replied, still remaining calm and cold as he always was. "It is a shame, though. Today is a special occasion, after all."

As he said that, the fox slowly reached into his robes and pulled out a single, small metallic object. A key. The wolf king couldn't keep his ears from folding back just a little as his eyes fixated in it. He knew very well what that key was for. In fact, the wolf felt his member start to harden a little inside the locked metal cage from the mere sight of it. Theo fought to repress those feelings, though. He was a king, not some puppy that would do tricks for a reward like Cadwin wanted.

His heart, however, did beat faster for the simple thought of getting that cage off. He forced himself to keep a straight face.

"You said..." the wolf started, then hesitated. His ears folded back a little more. "Has it been...?"

Cadwin's smile grew ever so slightly. "Maybe. I'm surprised you don't remember, your majesty. It looks like we're succeeding in making you more of a man and less of a horny young wolf."

The last time the fox had tortured the wolf with a chance of finally, finally releasing his pent-up seed, Cadwin had still denied him, but had said that he'd have another chance in eighty days. It was relentless and downright cruel, but the damned fox always stayed true to his word. Not a single chance or mention that he could cum had come, but the end of that promise also did not mean that Theo would get to release either. Indeed it didn't, because Cadwin had said that many times, but whenever the fateful day would come something would always happen to displease the fox and extend it. Still, the fox had to let him cum sometime. Each time the day came, hope that he would finally get his just reward lit up inside his chest. Truth be told, however, Theo had already lost count of how many days had it been since the fox had promised him eighty. It did feel like it was forever ago.

The wolf didn't dignify Cadwin with an answer. His heart was beating faster, his eyes fixated on the key. He was conflicted. If he gave Cadwin reason to extend his penalty yet again, the fox would leap at it in a heartbeat. Yet...

"Strip. All of it," Cadwin ordered again. Theo's eyes finally left the key to meet the fox's. They stared at each other for a few long, drawn-out seconds. The fox was challenging him, Theo knew. That was how Cadwin worked. The wolf fought against it, but the damned vulpine always seemed to find new ways to put him in situations where he could not win.

The lupine finally looked away. He had to suppress his feelings one more time as he pulled the crown from his head and set it aside, hanging it by the throne's side. Theo then unceremoniously grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head to take it off. He threw it at the floor next to his throne with bottled-up anger. The wolf gave the unlocked entrance another glance before he started unlacing his pants, then pushed himself into taking those off as well alongside his underwear. The king stepped out of them and, for the first time, stood in his throne room completely naked. The sunlight from the high windows cast upon his well-cared, bare gray fur and defined body.

Between his legs hung the wolf's hefty furry balls, pulled forward by the metal ring that surrounded their base to keep the devilish metal cage encasing his sheath in place. He hated that device more than anything. Theo saw Cadwin's pleased eyes staring at it for a few seconds as he stood there, bare, and that simple act made him painfully aware of his shameful state. Submitting to the will of this... this fox.

"Very good," Cadwin said with a smile. "Now, sit upon your throne, your grace."

Theo didn't say anything. He simply moved to sit down intent to show that the fox's plans to degrade him, whichever they may be, would not affect him. The fur of his bare ass felt strange against the cushion he was so used to sit on. The wolf gave the fox a displeased look.

"What are you going to do? Why are you making me do this?" The wolf asked with his best kingly tone. Cadwin didn't seem bothered by it, however, since all he did was smirk.

"Patience, my lord. Patience. Like I said, today is a very important day."

When Cadwin pulled several strings of thick rope from within his robes it was harder for Theo to keep his unfazed appearance. The fox instructed the naked wolf to place both arms over the armrests of his throne, which Theo did, and then started wrapping the rope around each of his wrists to keep them bound against it. The same was done to his ankles, which were fastened to the large throne's wide legs. In the end, the wolf king was left sitting straight on his throne as he always did, except that his arms and legs were tied to it. The throne being as wide as it was, Theo's legs were forced to remain spread as well, which left his caged sheath as visible as his furry orbs resting over his throne's soft cushion.

Theo made a constant effort to keep his ears straight and expression neutral. Cadwin would not have the pleasure of seeing how much the whole thing bothered him. It made the wolf deeply uncomfortable. He had endured a myriad of things from Cadwin, but the fox always seemed to find new ways to make him feel exposed. Vulnerable. The wolf's nervous eyes went back to the door far down the large hallway every now and then. What would his guards say if they saw him like that? Naked and bound? Theo tested the bonds in a subtle way, but the rope was thick and firm.

"One mention of getting to spill your royal seed and suddenly you're behaving like a trained puppy," the fox mocked. Theo had to hold his growl in the back of his throat. Instead, he remained silent with his severe eyes focused on the fox as he continued. "I suppose that at least it means you do deserve a reward."

The key was brought up again. It was so small, yet it meant so much. The fox sure knew how to be frustrating. Theo fought to remain still, but Cadwin made a point of rolling the keys between his clawed fingers back and forth a few times before he finally, slowly kneeled between the wolf's spread legs in front of the throne.

Cadwin's hand came to Theo's balls. Try as he might, the wolf couldn't keep himself from tensing up visibly when the fox's fingers enveloped them even if the touch was gentle. Cadwin caressed them gently at first, then used his thumb to carefully rub between the two fluffy orbs. Theo grit his teeth. He hated the touching. He hated it and Cadwin knew he hated it. It was the ultimate way to show how helpless the wolf was. Theo's hands curled into tight fists without him even noticing, but he successfully held back from growling. The wolf continued to pretend it didn't bother him and just hoped Cadwin could not hear how fast his heart thumped inside his chest as well as he could.

The fox took his sweet time fondling the wolf's balls. At one point, the fox's fingers went up to trail around the metal cage giving it a few light tugs. Theo fought against it. He fought hard, but he couldn't block how erotic the whole thing was. His member started growing without him wanting to, which had the red tip of his wolfhood appearing to press against the tiny hole at the top of his cage that allowed him to piss through.

His length came forth, then started pushing the cage more and more until it was taut against his groin. The discomfort Theo hated so much settled in. His cock tried and tried to grow hard, but it just couldn't. It was unnatural! The wolf frowned but forced himself to keep his muzzle shut to avoid making any sounds that would give out his immense frustration.

He got to see Cadwin's smile widening. The fox continued to play with his balls for a little while longer, then trailed one single clawed finger up until, with the blunt point of one single claw, the fox started making a little circle around the very tip of the wolf's member showing through the cage. Theo hadn't felt a direct touch to his dick in... He wasn't even sure. Well over a week, definitely. Without meaning to, the shortest of groans went past his gritting teeth.

The wolf hated himself for letting that out right away, even if Cadwin showed no immediate reaction to it. He knew the fox had heard it. He continued to trail his small circle to tip the straining tip of the wolf's cock. Theo felt his cage strain so hard that the ring around his balls started pulling at them in an even more uncomfortable way. Cadwin didn't relent. He continued to tease and tease. Seconds went by, which turned into minutes, and then finally Theo couldn't hold back anymore.

"Stop." The wolf said the single word the rough growl behind it, but he didn't let himself snarl down at the damned fox like he wanted to. He found that his whole body had grown stiff and very tense. Cadwin looked up at him as he spoke with the same coy smile plastered across his muzzle. The fox continued the tease for a few more seconds after the wolf's order just to show defiance, Theo was sure, but then his claw finally retreated.

"Does this displease you, my lord? Because it doesn't look like it does," the fox said with a calm tone of mockery.

"What is the purpose of this? The sun is already up. You know as well as I do that we have hearings scheduled to happen right here in the morning. Can you just untie me and be done with this?"

"Indeed we do. What's the rush? You're already here to hear your countrymen." Cadwin's smile took a more mischievous look as he spoke.

"Don't even joke about that," the wolf warned him, which prompted a bit of a chuckle from the fox.

"We can leave now, but then what about your prize?" The damned fox trailed a finger through the wolf's balls one more time before reaching for the key. Cadwin brought the key up, then Theo watched as the fox guided it all the way into the small, side lock near the base of his sheath. The wolf held his breath watching the fox press the key into the lock...

"Is this what you want?" Cadwin asked, holding the key inside the lock but not turning it yet. Theo's eyes snapped towards him.

"Of course!" The wolf answered promptly. Wasn't it obvious?

"I mean," the fox said, fingers returning to fondle the wolf's balls, "that we can either stop here and go back to your room like you seem to want to or we can continue with what I have planned for you. You are the king, after all."

Theo tensed up again. His member which had finally stopped trying to grow hard after that break started to swell inside his sheath once more right away. Theo cursed at the fox in his mind with every insult he could think of. The wolf ground his teeth inside his muzzle while Cadwin returned to teasing his locked sheath while waiting for an answer. All of that with the key right there already inside the lock. Theo knew what the fox wanted of him. If he said he wanted to stop, Cadwin just might stop, but he was sure he'd be punished for it back in his room. That wasn't even the worst part, though. He was also sure that he wouldn't get to see that key again for a long time after disobeying.

The fox's claws started idly caressing the very base of his sheath underneath the metal. The wolf's cock was straining against it hard. He was so freaking horny. Theo hated the feeling of his dignity being chipped away by the damned vulpine.

"So?" Cadwin asked, still teasing him. "What's it gonna be? Stay here in your mighty throne or leave?"

The wolf glared at the fox. The thought of someone coming in and seeing him like that was still very much in his mind, but he couldn't pass up an opportunity to... Just thinking about his own motivations made him ashamed of himself, but he was sure that that was what the damned fox wanted. Theo couldn't hold back a small growl of frustration.

"Just unlock it," the wolf said with impatience, defeated. Cadwin smirked.

"If that's what you want..." said the fox with mockery. Theo was able to focus only on Cadwin's actual hand moving for the key. On the delightful click that its turn made and how the metal cage loosened around his sheath right away with the lock broken. Cadwin slowly pulled the ring from around his balls, which was already a relief by itself, then Theo felt a small urge to moan simply over the freedom of the cage leaving his sheath. The damned device was gone. It had been too long.

Without even meaning to, the wolf pulled against the restraints on his wrists once or twice. Nothing more than the light breeze of the room and the sensation of freedom was needed for his aroused length to start growing out of his sheath right away. Theo watched his own member harden. The canine-shaped cock was of a light red color but took on a darker shade when it reached its full length.

"King or not, you're as horny as any other wolf around," Cadwin commented. It did not take long for him to reach down to the smooth, red length trail a single finger down from the tip all the way to the base. The touch alone made Theo stifle a moan in his throat. His cock pulsed with excitement and continued to grow until it reached full mast.

The fox got back down on his knees right between his spread legs. Theo forced himself not to react, but he was sure that Cadwin purposely placed his muzzle very close to the wolf's red member. Theo could feel the warm air of the fox's breathing on its underside. For a few moments, Cadwin just stared up at him with his paw resting on the wolf's thigh. Theo looked away, but he felt the fox's eyes on him. He would not break. He would not show the fox how much he wanted that hand to touch him.

"We have some time," Cadwin finally said, breaking the silence. His hand casually reached for the wolf's cock again to start a light stroking around the base. It felt even better than Theo thought it would feel. He hated how great that felt. Still, he glanced down at the fox who still held the same small hint of a smirk across his face.

"Time for what?" the wolf asked. A sudden awareness of where he was hit him when he thought about the meaning of that. After another worried glance toward the entrance, Theo realized that now he wasn't just naked on his throne. If someone saw him like that, things would be even harder to explain. A wolf perhaps wouldn't really take it against him to use a fox for pleasure, but he was the king. Theo had high regards when it came to reputation, as his father had before him.

Cadwin, however, didn't answer. The fox just smiled for a moment, then leaned in to press his cold, soft nose right against the underside of the wolf's cock. Theo had to hold his breath. Cadwin continued to use his fingers to lightly stroke the wolf's length, but also nuzzled the base of his shaft with his nose. It made the wolf's member throb right away with the first drop of precum already appearing at the tapered tip.

"You should probably just focus on your reward," Cadwin said. Even his breath right against the wolf's balls felt pleasant as he spoke. "Isn't this what every wolf wants? A fox with his muzzle right between his legs?"

Theo took a few seconds to breathe, in which he considered Cadwin's question. That was a dangerous zone. The devious fox would often lure him into admitting things that were part of the old prejudice against foxes. The prejudice he was supposed to be fighting to eliminate. One wrong word could bring Cadwin's wrath falling down upon him.

"A muzzle is a muzzle," Theo answered. A good answer, the wolf thought to himself. It didn't insult foxes right away, but it also didn't mean direct submission. Cadwin didn't look too pleased, which in turn brought almost as much pleasure to Theo as the fingers trailing through his needy cock.

"I agree," the fox said with his tone a tad more serious. "Who could possibly resist a muzzle, right?"

As he said that, Cadwin surprised Theo by suddenly grasping the base of the wolf's cock. The fox pointed it downwards towards himself, then with his eyes locked against Theo's, he simply opened his lips and slowly sank down on the wolf's length. Theo couldn't hold back a groan of pure pleasure. Cadwin took it slow, sealing his lips around the wolf's tip and then continuing to take more of the wolf's cock within his muzzle. The warmth and softness of the fox's tongue brushing against the underside of his cock as it went in were enough to drive a small whine of pure pleasure from Theo. His whole body tensed up and his hands closed into fists against the armrests they were strapped to.

"Hnnngh..." Theo groaned again. He had to close his eyes for a moment. His cock throbbed inside Cadwin's maw and he could feel the precum he was producing leaking from his tip, but the fox didn't seem to mind it at all. Cadwin continued going until he had over half of the wolf's cock within his maw, then he started to retreat in the same slow pace that drove the wolf king crazy.

By the time Cadwin had his lips resting at the very tip of Theo's cock again, the wolf was panting. He hadn't felt a muzzle around his cock in.... He couldn't even tell how long it had been. Cadwin finally retreated and let go of the wolf's shaft which, rock hard as it was, bounced up against his furry stomach to continue to point upwards. Theo looked down at his own length. The smooth dark red color glistened with fox saliva, which in turn made the light breeze around the room feel cold against his sensitive skin. The wolf could also see the big bulge around covered by his sheath at the base that meant his knot was already growing.

"Muzzles, huh?" Cadwin teased. "Almost as good as tongues..."

As he said that, the fox's muzzle advanced again. This time, however, Theo got to see as Cadwin extended his long vulpine tongue out to drag it from the very base of his length all the way to the tip. It was as slow as his muzzle job, but just watching that tongue against his length while feeling it go up had the wolf's ears folding back as pleasure coursed through him. By the time Cadwin's tongue reached his tip, another drop of pre was running down the other side of his cock. The simple act left Theo huffing again.

"Come on..." Theo said. His voice faltered a little. "You brought me up here to torture me? Is that your game?" The wolf frowned down at the fox. His breathing was still ragged. He would give the world to have his hands free and touch his throbbing cock pulsing between him and Cadwin.

"Torture you? You don't look very tortured." The fox's smirk of superiority returned. Theo hated that smirk so much. "Why are you assuming I'm here to torture you? That wouldn't be much of a reward. I know what you want, your majesty..."

Theo's frown just deepened. Yet, he couldn't keep his serious face up when the fox's tongue returned to his cock. This time the lick was faster, but it came accompanied by the fox turning his muzzle sideways so that he could lick the sides of his cock as well. Cadwin's fingers came back to continue stroking him as well in light, controlled movements.

Theo was forced to close his eyes shut and do his best to control himself. The whines of pleasure his throat yearned to let out were not dignified, nor were the loud moans that would most certainly echo through the empty throne room if he let them escape. Soon, Cadwin started stroking him more vehemently, but the fox's tongue didn't relent either. Lick after warm lick, it drove the wolf crazy with pent-up lust. Four seasons. Four whole seasons without cumming. Precum ran down his length in a constant flow, which Theo wasn't sure if Cadwin was actually licking up or avoiding. He didn't care.

When the fox's fingers went down to pull his sheath down, Theo couldn't hold back from gasping. Having his large, grown lupine knot out in the open was what his instincts were screaming for him to do. The fox was clever enough to know that, too. At first, Cadwin just ignored it, but with time those fingers came to envelop the knot and just give it the lighter of squeezes. It drew the wolf wild.

Theo tried to keep a dignified demeanor. He really, really tried and yet his ears were folded back against his head. His tail wagged back and forth by his side, just the tip visible due to him sitting on his throne like that. The wolf's bare ass ground against the cushion of the throne of the wolf kingdom. The same throne his ancestors had sat upon. None of that mattered, though. What mattered was the pleasure quickly building up inside the pent-up, denied young wolf. He let out a groan of pure pleasure when he felt the pleasure rise up, but in response to that, Cadwin started to slow down. The stroking didn't stop, nor did the licking, but everything went slower instead of faster as he wanted it to.

Theo opened his eyes to look down only to meet Cadwin's eyes. His expression hasn't changed. A smirk of superiority that the vulpine managed to keep even while dragging his tongue through another male's cock. Despite things being slower, Theo's pleasure continued to grow. He trailed closer and closer to the edge, but he was smart enough to do his best to mask it. The wolf pretty much held his breath to keep himself from moaning. Yet, his member wasn't so sensible. It continued to pulse and leak, his knot growing to its full size. Cadwin started giving more focus to the length and less focus to the knot. It frustrated the wolf to no end. Every instinct inside him shouted at him to shove his knot into something. Theo found himself gritting his teeth hard. What he wouldn't give to grab Cadwin by the scruff, turn him around, sink his teeth into the back of his neck and push his cock all the way to the knot into his tight ass. Theo could pretty much imagine it. He could imagine how it would feel. The wolf failed to stifle a frustrated whimper as the scene played through his head.

Cadwin's lips returned to the tip of his cock. The fox's hand now stroked the wolf's member only from the middle to the tip, avoiding the base. One squeeze on his knot. One squeeze was all he needed and Theo knew he was going to cum. He had longed for that feeling for so long. The fox continued to tease him, to please him, but to focus more and more on his sensitive tip. The way those lips suckled at his cock... Theo couldn't hold back his frustration. He let his breath out in a huff, which came alongside a loud growl.

"Come ON! Please!" The wolf almost shouted. As soon as he did, the sound echoed through the large throne room, which made Theo painfully aware of where he was. His ears went flat against his head and the wolf looked at the door for the thousandth time, but thankfully there was no movement. Cadwin did stop working on his cock a few moments after his outburst, but his hands still held the wolf's member. His breath still washed over the pulsing, sensitive flesh.

"Please what?" The fox asked with the most irritating mockery of ignorance ever. Theo let out another short growl.

"You know what!" the wolf growled, yet keeping his voice low.

"I don't believe I do." The fox's hand started moving again. Gliding through his length in such a slow motion. Theo told himself he wouldn't do it. He wouldn't cave in like the fox wanted him to. Yet, all it took was Cadwin's tongue coming to lap at the tip of his cock one more time for him to tremble with pleasure. Screw dignity. Screw it all.

"Please make me cum!" The wolf said with his voice even lower. Almost a whisper, but a desperate whisper nonetheless.

"Hmmm..." Cadwin made an exaggerated motion as if he was considering it. His hand didn't stop and, even worse, it trailed lower. Lower and lower until he reached the wolf's knot, then with one single finger he started teasing the overly sensitive bulb of flesh. "Soon."

That was all the fox said. Theo wanted to argue, but truth be told, that was more than he had ever gotten. Theo was forced to brace himself as the fox directed his cock to his muzzle again in order to take it in.

Cadwin was nothing if not careful. Theo did his very best to keep himself together, but the more time passed, the less poised the wolf managed to remain. The notion of time was lost to the wolf's mind. The better part of an hour went by, but it might as well be the better part of the day as far as Theo was concerned. Cadwin continued to tease, stroke, lick and suck his needy wolf cock without mercy. Every time Theo's whines signaled that he was close to cumming the fox would slow down again. It wasn't before long that the fox had to stop altogether, leaving the frustrated wolf's cock pulsing and throbbing in the air a mere second away from the ultimate pleasure he craved, yet that never arrived. Cadwin seemed to be having a lot of fun teasing the wolf's cock with a single claw when that happened while Theo tried desperately to will himself to cum.

Gone from the king were the notions that he was sitting on his throne. That he was naked, rock hard and having sex in a place of meaning. His wrists felt chafed with the effort he made against the rope holding them down and he didn't even notice it. All that the wolf could feel was the unending pleasure radiating from between his legs as the fox continued to keep him on the very brink of the orgasm he needed.

The tortuous edging went on and on. Several times Theo asked Cadwin to cum, yet the fox's answer was always the same. "Soon." At first, Theo still tried to be discreet, but after two denials the wolf had surrendered himself in saying the words he hated the most. "I beg you to let me cum!"

Yet, still, Cadwin did not let him.

Theo was huffing, his cock sticky with precum and his orgasm approaching for the hundredth time when all of a sudden, the sound of knocking echoed through the hall. As desperately horny as Theo was, his eyes immediately shot wide as the wolf tensed up. Cadwin let go of his member right away to look at the door just as Theo did, but his cock continued to pulse there in the air. The wolf king panicked. With his knot as engorged as it was, he knew that it would take a good while for him to go soft again whether he cummed or not.

"Wh- R-release me!! Give me my clothes!" Theo whispered towards Cadwin right away. Regret swelled inside him. He couldn't believe he had been doing that out in the open as he were. Theo was sure he could still pull up his pants and underwear up and tuck his cock in. Maybe the bulge wouldn't be too noticeable. Cadwin stood up and looked down at him.

"I'll see who it is", the fox said in a calm tone. Instead of untying him, the fox turned around to calmly walk towards the door.

"Cadwin! CADWIN!" Theo whispered as loud as he dared. He struggled against the ropes keeping his arms against the throne's armrests. The wolf struggled as hard as he could, but it was useless. He was forced to remain there, sitting on his throne with his legs spread and hard, knotted cock out in the open while he watched the fox open the door.

Cadwin was sensitive enough to only open the door enough to peek his head out. Theo could hear his steward talking to someone, but he couldn't hear what they were saying exactly. A few seconds went by with Theo's heart racing. The wolf was only just starting to calm down when, much to his terror, Cadwin opened the door to let someone else in.

Another instinctive struggle against the ropes came from Theo in a desperate attempt to do something to cover himself. Yet, as the figure walked in, the wolf realized with confusion that not only he had no idea who he was, but he was also a feline.

Cadwin closed the door behind the newcomer, then invited him towards the bound king. Theo felt his ears flatten against his head and his tail curling itself around his waist in an attempt to tuck itself between his legs. Being so nervous, his arousal was already but a shadow of what it had been, but with his knot out and as close to the edge as he was, Theo's member still stood there in all of its glory. The dark red length glistened with wetness of both saliva and his own precum.

"Cadwin! What is the meaning of this?!" Theo demanded. Neither his steward nor the newcomer said nothing while they approached, though both had their eyes solely on him. It gave Theo time to study the foreigner too.

The feline's fur was one hundred percent black. It looked well cared for from the way it reflected the light with a certain majesty. As expected, the feline was dressed in a completely foreign way. The clothes he wore under a vest of leather armor looked simple enough, but he also wore a belt around his waist made of leather with several colored feathers hanging from the side as some kind of bizarre adornment. From his left ear, a golden earring hung, which called attention to it in contrast with the dark fur. The feline's form as a whole felt alien to the wolf. Being born and raised in the royal castle at the heart of canine lands, Theo had seldom ever seen a feline in his life. Most of them had been in drawings or books. The foreigner carried no weapons, most likely due to the fact that he was in the royal castle. Theo had no knowledge of his presence, though.

"Who is this?! Cadwin, this is outrageous!" Theo complained. He had never felt so embarrassed in his life. He was sitting on his throne, naked and with his most private areas fully exposed. He could see the feline's eyes lingering on his member, which only prompted the king's face and ears to burn hot in shame.

"He is loud," the foreigner commented with a heavy accentuated, deep voice. Cadwin just smirked. The fox kept a straight posture and had his head slightly bent in respect just like he usually acted as the king's steward.

"This is Highprince Osyren, warrior lord of the six panther dynasties and lord of the eastern lands," Cadwin said, introducing the panther as if it was a normal situation. The strange titles held little meaning to the wolf. The feline nodded in acknowledgment that it was correct. Cadwin then extended his hand towards the bound wolf. "And this is King Theodar, son of king Thorden, ruler of the five canine provinces."

Theo didn't know how to act. Usually, he'd bow as a sign of respect after being introduced by his steward, but that was not an option that time. His member was only just starting to flag, but his length and knot still sat there hard and fully visible out of his sheath. Theo didn't really have to do anything, though, for it was the panther who stepped forward to walk around his throne. He looked at the wolf bound and sitting on it from different angles, but as Theo watched the panther, his eyes always seemed to go back to his cock.

"When your little band of meek foxes told me that you would present me with the king of wolves, I thought it funny," the panther said. His tone was controlled and he spoke slowly, word after word, with an accent that was still very present, for Theo was aware that they spoke a different language in the distant feline lands. "I laughed at the face of your messenger. I said meek little foxes cannot beat big strong wolves. And yet, I think maybe I was wrong."

The panther's words seemed to please Cadwin greatly. Theo saw how his fluffy tail swished back and forth behind him, yet perhaps the panther wouldn't be able to pick-up an expression that was so innately canine. Plus, his eyes never seemed to leave the wolf. Before Cadwin could respond, however, it was Theo who growled.

"This is an outrage! I don't know what my steward has told you, but this isn't wh-HNGH!" Before Theo could continue, Cadwin stepped forward and, with a single hand, grabbed the wolf's member. It wasn't pain that made Theo gasp and forced him to stop speaking. Instead, it was pleasure, for the fox grabbed his cock straight by the knot and squeezed at it. The arousal that Cadwin had built up for a whole hour came coursing through the wolf again, forcing him to take a moment to breathe.

"Open your muzzle," Cadwin ordered in a strict tone. Theo looked down at him, teeth still gritting given the fact that the fox hadn't stopped squeezing his knot.

"What?" the wolf asked between raspy breaths.

"Open. Your. Muzzle." The fox's tone was strong enough for Theo's ears to fold back, even if only slightly. Over the last year he had gotten to know that tone and it always, always meant something very bad. Given his current situation, however, the wolf still hesitated. He met Cadwin's eyes and saw them narrow ever so slightly towards him. Then, the fox's eyes shifted down to the side. Theo's eyes inadvertently followed the fox's to end up stopping on his the metal chastity cage left on the floor. The wolf's ears fell back yet a little further.

Slowly and still panting, Theo opened his muzzle and left it open. His eyes were fixated on Cadwin. Was that what he wanted? Apparently, it was, because the fox reached into his robe with his other hand and, in one quick swooping movement, pulled out his handkerchief and shoved it into the wolf's maw. Deep.

Theo gagged right away. His muzzle closed, but the piece of cloth was already lodged deep within it. The wolf coughed, then shook his head and attempted to push it out with his tongue, but it was in too deep for that. He'd need to pull it out with his hand, which in turn helplessly pulled against the wrist restraints.

"Hnnghpf!" Theo complained right away with a muffled voice. Cadwin let go of his cock and smiled, pleased with himself. It was only then that Theo understood that gagging him was indeed what he wanted. When his eyes turned to the panther and saw him smirking, the wolf felt the hotness wash over his face and ears anew in embarrassment.

"Splendid," the panther said in his rough, strange voice. "Like a... how do you say it? Puppy."

Theo felt his embarrassment growing even further. He shook his head again, this time to deny the panther's claim, and attempted to mutter a few more words that didn't make it past his impromptu gag. He attempted to growl then in sheer frustration and outrage, but that didn't quite come out as menacing as a wolf's growl should. Both Cadwin and the panther, ' Highprince Osyren', just seemed mildly amused.

"As was promised, your Highness, the king is at our feet. I believe this gift is enough footing to build a healthy agreement between our people?" Cadwin's highly polite voice was back. Theo's eyes snapped towards him, then narrowed. There was no agreement between canines and felines! He was the king. If there was, he'd know. Unless Cadwin meant... something else. It worried the wolf greatly.

"Hmmmm..." the feline brought a hand up to his chin, scratching it idly. Theo saw the feline's eyes descending upon him again. The bound wolf shuffled uncomfortably as those eyes studied him. Every inch of him.

"You did manage to impress me. That is no easy task," the panther remarked quite casually. He approached the bound wolf for the first time, which had Theo pressing back against his own throne. The panther leaned in and placed his hand down at his thigh, then started kneading it in a very light way. The wolf's eyes went down to the hand and, though he pulled at his restraints to show he didn't appreciate the intimate touch, Osyren all but ignored it.

"Hmghf! Hmghf mhf!" the wolf complained. His eyes met the panther's. They were yellow, much like his own, yet at the same time so very different. He got to see the panther licking his lips in a very subtle way. The feline's eyes were... predatory. They made the wolf feel small, yet in a completely different way than with the fox.

"He is a fine specimen, the king," the panther commented. His hand finally left the wolf's leg, but then was brought up to the wolf's chest. All Theo could do was turn his head away from it. The panther, however, ignored it. Theo could feel the feline's touch against his fur, against his broad chest, slowly feeling up the muscles beneath it.

"Canines have always fascinated me." The panther was so close that the wolf could feel his warm breath brushing against his muzzle. "I have beaten better ones. Bigger. Stronger. Yet, I still find this remarkable."

The panther's hand trailed downwards. Down his chest to his abdomen, feeling it up as well for just a second, and then without any ceremony, the feline used a single finger to trail down to the wolf's hard length. The knot was still preventing it from going soft and hiding. The red mast stood there proudly and, as that finger reached Theo's sheath and trailed up through his length, the wolf tensed up again.

"Hnfg!" Theo complained, his ears folding back. The panther ignored him, however, with all of his attention now focused on the canine's member. A thumb joined the first finger, enveloping the wolf's length and then slowly going down from the tapered tip to where it grew thicker near the base, just above the knot. The panther then retreated his fingers but kept the ring he had made with his fingers enveloping the wolf's length and looked at it.

"I have seen bigger canines in this aspect as well," he commented in an idle manner while looking at the crude measurement of thickness he had made with his fingers. Theo frowned with his embarrassment burning.

"And then there is this..." All Theo could do was continue watching as the feline's hand returned to his cock, this time to poke at his knot. The large bulb was still grown and inflated after all the edging and, as much as Theo tried, he couldn't help but groan when the panther gave his knot a few tentative squeezes here and there. He moved his fingers back and forth over the wolf's most sensitive spot gripping it, pinching it, studying it. Each new movement had the wolf wincing with small jolts of unwanted pleasure. As much as he hated it, his member was quick to return to full hardness. He was too pent-up. Theo heard a faint sound that, at first, he couldn't quite place, but then he saw that it was actually a light purring coming from the panther's throat as he played with his cock.

"I am very pleased," the panther said, finally relenting his assault on Theo's member. A tiny droplet of precum was appearing at the tip again. The wolf looked at his own rock hard member and genuinely tried to will himself to soften, but the tingle of extreme arousal still lingered on his balls. All over his body. "May I... appreciate my gift? Is that acceptable?"

The panther's question was meant for Cadwin, who still stood there with his hands behind his back just watching. Theo's ears perked up with concern as to what it meant. Even more so when Cadwin nodded and did a small bow.

"Of course, my lord. It is only right that you get to enjoy your gift," the fox responded in the most cordial manner possible. Highprince Osyren just smirked.

"He is your prey. Your authority. I will, however, take this gift with pleasure." As the panther spoke, his paws slowly undid the laces of the strange leather chest piece he wore. He pulled it up and took it off, revealing a long, well-woven shirt underneath it. The panther then undid the feathery belt around his waist, all with slow and careful movements. Theo continued to watch with a certain level of confusion. What did they mean by 'enjoy'? By 'prey'? He was no one's 'prey'! The wolf continued to stare at the feline with worry in his eyes.

The shirt came off next. The panther's fur was visibly short, not unlike that of some dogs he had seen before, but it still seemed so strange. What did they do when the cold of winter hit? The short fur, however, allowed Theo a much better sight of the panther's lithe yet muscular form. His biceps were as well defined as his chest without an ounce of fat in them. The build of a warrior, Theo knew. The felines did hold a reputation for their fighting prowess and traditions.

The wolf frowned heavily, however, when the panther slowly started undoing his pants as well. He dropped those without ceremony either. Not a hint of shame over getting naked right there in a foreign kingdom's throne room. The wolf's ears fell back in a rush of embarrassment of his own. He couldn't help but stare, though. Beneath his waist, Osyren featured a pair of heavy looking, furred balls sitting right beneath a sheath that wasn't too different from his own. His fur was ebony black from the tip of his ears all the way down to the sharper claws that adorned his toes.

"Whhmfh hhmmfghm?!" Theo tried to ask through his gag. His eyes shifted to Cadwin to avoid the feline's naked form. He didn't like it. He was naked and the feline was naked, but they were in the throne room! The throne room! And he was a foreign ambassador! Cadwin couldn't possibly mean to...

The wolf's muffled question brought both pairs of eyes back to him. The panther, however, gave him a sly smirk.

"If I didn't know better, I would think that he is eager," Osyren said in a suggestive tone. The panther approached him again, but now completely naked. Theo quickly turned his muzzle and eyes away from the panther's naked form. The feline, however, got closer and closer. Theo felt the warrior's weight over his right thigh as Osyren sat on his lap. The wolf's eyes snapped back to him. Sitting in his lap wasn't enough. The panther leaned in, placed a hand on his chest again and pressed himself against the wolf. Osyren's muzzle came to his neck, which in turn made the wolf's hackles spike behind his neck. 'Uncomfortable' didn't even begin to describe how Theo felt having the other man come at him with such intimacy. Though the wolf's cock was still hard due to his knot, he could feel Osyren's furry sheath rubbing against the base from how close the feline was of him.

"Hmmgh hmff!" Theo complained. He tried to struggle a little to show that he wanted the other male off of him, but all that Osyren did was press his short muzzle against the wolf's furry neck and inhale deeply. Theo felt the feline's other hand coming to his hip while the first one took its sweet time feeling his chest one more time.

"Such a canine smell," the panther said in a low voice. Osyren leaned yet a little further in and Theo could feel him grinding his sheath against the wolf's. Even their balls were touching. The act on itself felt deeply disturbing to the very straight wolf king.

"Maybe you are aware of this..." Osyren continued while still taking his sweet time fondling the wolf. "In our lands, lying with another male is a display of power. I consider it beautiful."

Theo could feel something else grinding against his cock. It only took a glance downwards for him to confirm his fears. The panther's cock was growing out of his sheath as well. Its light pink color growing and growing in contrast to the bright red of his own length, which he desperately tried to continue willing down. The touching wasn't entirely unpleasant, but the wolf was tense with discomfort as the panther continued to grind himself against him.

"It shows dominance. A warrior that beats another warrior has a right of claim. This is how it is. It is how it should be. It is the reward of strength and the price of weakness," Osyren continued. Theo's eyes shot towards Cadwin. The fox still stood there behind the panther, eyes on both of them and hands behind his back. The fox stood there like a steward. As if nothing crazy or inappropriate was happening at all. Yet, Cadwin couldn't hide the tiny smirk of satisfaction from his face. His eyes met Theo's. Though the wolf couldn't speak, his expression on its own made it clear that he was asking for help. And Cadwin's made it clear that he wasn't going to give any.

"I have taken countless males," Osyren continued. "I have earned each and every one of them. I take great pleasure in it. It is an acknowledgment of superiority. A rite of ownership." The feline's hand on the wolf's chest trailed down. It brushed against Theo's cock as it passed, which made the wolf grunt with unwanted pleasure, but then continued downwards to his balls. The panther's hand was rough in grabbing them. Within his palm, he held both of the wolf's nuts and then gave them a little squeeze. It was enough to make the wolf tense up and let out an immediate grunt from the light pain.

"It means I own you in every aspect. I did not defeat you myself, but you are defeated nonetheless." The panther's accent weighed heavy on his words. His tone was almost... erotic? Yet it definitely didn't feel like it was for Theo. It did seem to work for himself, however, because the next thing that made the wolf wince was when he felt the prick of something against his cock. His eyes shot downward again to see the feline's length fully hard. Or, at least, it appeared to be fully hard. It made the wolf's eyes go wide.

It wasn't its length or its width that impressed him. The panther's cock was as long as his own, though not quite as thick. Yet, while Theo's member was red and smooth, the feline's featured a myriad of tiny barbs all along its length. There was no visible knot, but as Osyren's hand came up to grab both cocks, Theo got to feel those barbs against his own cock one more time. He had to grunt and hold his breath. The feline detected this and, much to the wolf's discomfort, decided to very slowly withdraw, then hump his cock forward again while still keeping both members held together. It made Osyren's cock grind against Theo's smooth one, which in turn had the wolf feeling the full effect of his uncomfortable barbs.

The wolf had never seen a male feline naked before. How did they even breed their females with cocks like those?! The wolf held his breath when Osyren purposely ground his cock against his one more time. The panther let out a chuckle.

"You have never been with a feline, have you?"

To that question, the wolf quickly shook his head. He hadn't, nor did he want to be.

"This keeps getting better and better. Do not worry. I have taken other canines that were new to it." Theo looked at Osyren just in time to see him licking his lips. What did he mean when he kept saying 'taken'? Theo had an idea of what it could be, but he didn't want to believe it. He held on to hope that it meant something different, but then Osyren signaled for Cadwin to approach.

"Undo these chains," the panther said pointing to the wolf's legs. Theo's ears shot up. Without chains, he could...

"Are you sure, my lord? He is well tamed, but I would not recommend-"

"Yes, I am sure." The panther cut him. "I can handle him."

For the first time in the morning, Cadwin looked a little tense. Theo watched the fox reluctantly kneel down to undo the rope binding wolf's right ankle first, then left. The very moment Theo felt both of his legs free, he acted. Even with his arms still locked on the throne's armrest, Theo brought his left leg up to attempt to kick the feline sitting on his right thigh out as best as he could. He had only just started to move his legs up, however, and pain started irradiating from his balls as the feline's hand squeezed them in a very painful way. The wolf's vision blackened for just a moment. All of his strength vanished, yet he still felt a hand coming underneath his lifted leg. It all happened in a split second. The weight of the feline was gone, then Theo's leg was pushed upward like he meant to move it, except that it kept going up. The wolf's rear slid forward towards the edge of the throne as his back slid downwards and, when he blinked, he found himself staring at the tip of his cock pointing straight at his face.

Osyren's hand held his leg raised high just behind his knee. Theo had been left in an awkward folded position that took advantage of his innate flexibility, but still felt mighty uncomfortable. The feline had both of his legs raised upwards, one of his knees pressed right against the back of the throne beside his head while the other Oseryn still held up in the air. Theo slowly realized that that kept his rear lifted too. He was no longer safe sitting on the throne, but instead, he realized that the panther that was now smirking down at him had that spine-covered cock grinding right against his exposed tailhole near the throne's edge.

"Hnghf!" Theo tried to say right away. He pulled against the rope holding his wrists more desperately than ever before while, at the same time, he tried to wiggle his legs to get out of the awkward position the feline had locked him in, but it was hopeless. He had absolutely no leverage. Folded upon himself like that, the position held a constant strain on his curved backside.

"Clearly being king has made you soft. I expected I would have to at least try to subdue a warrior. Instead, I simply handled a bitch." The panther's mockery came with a chuckle. As if to illustrate that, the feline effortlessly pushed Theo's other leg a bit further up, which in turn made his hips inch closer to his muzzle and had his stubbornly hard cock brushing against his own nose. The wolf turned his muzzle away with a humiliated glare up at the feline, who in turn laughed at it.

"Do not worry. I am a gentle lover. I respect the strong, but I also pity the weak." Osyren's tone had gained a hint of smugness that made Theo feel even more ashamed of himself. The mockery and humiliation made him forget the worst threat for a few small seconds, but when he saw the feline shifting his position so that his cock could line up with the wolf's exposed rear, Theo started struggling and trying to speak again for a whole different reason.

All that Osyren did, however, was tighten his grip. "You are only embarrassing yourself further," the feline commented, right before he successfully drove the tip of his cock into the wolf's ass.

Theo hated it. He had taken males before. He had taken quite a few of them, all against his will, and each and every time he hated it. The initial pain of the thrusting came, making him grunt and shut his eyes with discomfort. Then, the panther thrust forward again, burying another inch of cock into the wolf's ass. It made him feel helpless. Weak. Used! He was a male. He was the king!

But then, a new feeling came. It made Theo's eyes snap open again as a muffled whimper made its way through his gag. As the panther drove his cock deeper into the wolf, Theo felt the first barb right against his most sensitive spots. It suddenly reminded him of how many barbs adorned the feline's weapon of a cock. How it had felt just idly grinding against his own member. And now it was going to be inside the tightness of his...

Osyren said he was gentle, but for Theo, that was obviously a lie. The panther let out a pleasurable huff when he forcefully drove another inch of his barbed member into the wolf. Theo had taken other males before indeed, but none that had anything like that. He could feel the prick of a dozen spines inside him and, before he had time to even think about growing used to them, the panther went even deeper. Five rough thrusts later, Theo's breathing was ragged and coming between grunts of sheer discomfort. That was when he finally felt the panther's balls resting against his rear, which meant he had hilted.

The naive wolf thought he had gone through the worst part there and then. Osyren leaned in and, when Theo looked up at the panther, he saw a grin. That short muzzle came closer to his ear.

"Hold back from whimpering," Osyren whispered and before Theo had time to ponder on what it meant, the feline pulled out of him in one single rough movement. Had Theo not be gagged, he was sure the guards would have heard the high-pitched whine he let out when all the feline's barbs were pulled out alongside the panther's cock. Osyren let out a hearty laugh while Theo felt his eyes watering from the burn he felt on his ass. There was little respite, however, as Osyren quickly thrust back in, driving his cock all the way into the wolf one more time.

"We are built to fuck our bitches deep," Osyren explained while still chuckling above the wolf. "We go in, we fuck, and they beg us not to pull out. To keep our malehoods inside them! It is a delight. Much better than forcefully wedging something thick in them."

As he spoke, the feline started to pull out again much to Theo's horror. This time, however, he did so only slightly. The wolf could still feel the barbs inside him, but Osyren only pulled out a little before he thrust himself back in with a groan of pleasure. The wolf still felt the spines, but it wasn't the blinding pain of feeling the feline pull out all the way as it had been the first time. The panther thrust into him a few times. Each one had Theo grunting with discomfort. The fucking felt way more intense than anything he had experienced with other canines, but at least like that, it felt... manageable.

It didn't change the fact that he was still a grunting, panting mess by the time Osyren hilted himself into him and stopped to give him a break.

"I told you I was gentle. If you behave, I keep being gentle," the feline said. Theo looked up at him to see him leaning forward again. Osyren's eyes locked on his own. He saw a hint of a frown at the feline's expression. As if to make a point, Osyren pulled his cock back a little more than usual, which had Theo tensing up and grunting with some measurement of pain. Then, slowly, the feline brought the wolf's leg closer and closer to his shoulder.

Theo saw an opportunity to kick him there. Only then he understood that Osyren was threatening him with his cock as a way to tell him not to do it. The feline led the wolf's leg that he held in the air all the way to his shoulder, then finally, carefully placed it right above it so that his shoulder would support it instead of him having to hold it. Theo considered kicking. He really, really did, but part of him considered that even if he did catch the feline square in the jaw with his foot he'd still have to feel that cock being ripped out of him if Osyren fell back like he wanted him to. With his face feeling hot, Theo instead resigned to showing submission and letting the feline support his leg with his shoulder. Osyren smiled.

"I knew you would understand it," he said. It made Theo frown. "I know how to read a man. And I know how to reward one, too."

The panther's now free hand trailed down until it found Theo's cock. Much to his shame, his knot still hadn't gone down, but the wolf's cock was flagging due to the painful, unpleasant and humiliating experience of getting fucked. Feeling the panther grab it made him tense up all over again, which in turn had him clenching up on the feline's cock and grunting because of it himself. Osyren, however, started stroking Theo's cock in a way that made the pleasure from all the touching that came before it bubble up to the surface all over again.

Theo didn't want it. He didn't want someone stroking his cock right in front of his muzzle while he was bent over himself with another male's length inside his ass. Yet, instead of fighting it, he found himself letting the pleasure run through his veins once more. He saw his cock starting to harden again right in front of his face. Harder and harder, until the tapered tip was almost touching his nose and he could smell his male musk as if he was a dumb teenager attempting to go down on himself just to feel lips around his malehood.

He should fight it. He knew that much. He shouldn't let this feline touch him like that. Shouldn't allow him to fuck it. The panther, however, started to speed up when he felt the wolf's cock hardening. That hand glided through the wolf's smooth cock, stroking back and forth with a strong hand that filled Theo with pleasure. After all those months. All that time without a single touch. The pleasure spoke higher than reason, filling the wolf's mind with thoughts that were averse to his pride, but were everything his body needed.

"That is better, isn't it?" Oseryn finally said from above. Theo looked up at him, but the stroking didn't stop. He had to hold back from moaning. All the stimulation from before was coming back to him. The wolf could feel his balls churning when he saw precum dripping down from his length to fall down on his own furry chest beneath it.

"We can do this through pleasure, or we can do this through pain. I say we choose pleasure, yes?" The panther never stopped stroking him, but he also started moving his hips to thrust into the wolf again. The feeling of those barbs returned, but with those thrusts kept shallow and the pleasure coming from his cock, it didn't feel half as bad as before. Intense, sure, but not as bad.

"There is no shame in reveling in your defeat. Through defeat, we can learn how to be victorious. That is what we teach our young." The panther's fucking started to grow faster. Theo had to bite the cloth inside his muzzle to keep himself from grunting too hard. He could hear the huffs of effort coming from the panther above him as the feline fucked him harder. At the same time, the grip around his cock that stroked him grew tighter as well, which made the wolf shiver with pleasure. The shame of what he was doing never left him. He could feel his face and downed ears burning.

Inside his mind, Theo was conflicted. How could he be enjoying that at any level? Yet, his body wanted him to hump into the panther's hand. The thrusts inside his ass didn't feel as humiliating and revolting as they should be. Instead, those same barbs that had hurt him so badly now brushed deep inside him, pushing buttons he never knew he had and throwing every nerve into a loop of pain mixed with pleasure that was hard to fathom.

"Yet, at the same time, it is not right to reward weakness," the panther said, finally slowing down a little. Osyren himself was starting to pant above him. His hand slowly eased the grip around his cock, then finally let go. The feline's claw trailed through its underside as it pulsed, stopping at his now completely engorged knot at the base again. There, every little trail of his claws felt like lightning to the desperate wolf. Despite his situation, despite dignity, despite everything... he felt like he was close to cumming. Theo was fully aware that he shouldn't. That he was going to hate himself for cumming like that. And yet, at that moment, he wanted nothing more than feeling the sweet, sweet pleasure of release. When the panther let go of his cock completely, his eyes looked up at him.

The panther looked back down at him. His expression stern. "I take joy in making the warriors I defeat enjoy the pleasure I inflict upon them in their failure," the feline explained. He started thrusting again, going back to his fucking. Yet without touching Theo's cock anymore.

"Even when it is easy. When they are eager and desperate," the panther continued, still grunting. Even without a touch, the barbs and the fucking made his wolfhood continue to throb. More precum came. When Osyren drove himself forward particularly hard, the tip of Theo's cock went as far as touching his nose, which created an embarrassing tendril of precum between it and his tip. The panther focused more on his fucking for a while, going quiet and not touching him anymore.

Theo was forced to stare at his own length. Every single thrust had those lightning jolts of pleasure running through him, which in turn were directly translated into pleasure on his pulsing cock. It continued to throb, to drip. His knot grew to full size. Without even noticing, Theo had his hands curled into tight fists still uncomfortably tied to his throne's armrest. The fact that they were in public, that Cadwin was watching, everything was all but forgotten to the wolf. There were only the intense thrusting, his cock, and the pleasure.

Yet, the panther wasn't touching him. He yearned for a touch. The more time went on, with each and every thrust, Theo's mind wandered farther away from his pride and dignity and closer to his desperation. He hadn't cummed in so long. In so, so long. Every male needed it. He needed it too. He was young, virile. All those sexual acts Cadwin had inflicted upon him without letting him finish. All of them weighed down upon the wolf. He wanted- no, he needed to touch himself. To cum! Theo went as far as considering taking his cock into his own maw, but with the handkerchief shoved in there as a gag, he couldn't even reach it with his tongue. If he made an effort, he could touch it with his nose, but that was it.

It was a while of that. The wolf getting roughly fucked while being forced to just stare at his own cock, rock hard from it. It felt like forever until finally the panther's groaning started to pick up. The fucking grew even faster. The thought that the warrior was getting closer was troubling. He didn't want another male's seed inside him. He wanted pleasure...!

The panther's hand came back to his chest. It felt the wolf's fur, which seemed to turn the panther on more. The fucking sped up one more time. Theo knew he was close, but for some reason, Osyren stopped. He thrust in deep and stopped. The panther was panting above him.

That hand on his chest slowly trailed upwards to envelop his cock again.

Theo's heart sped up.

"When I release my seed... when I claim a warrior... I enjoy watching them enjoy it." Osyren spoke through his own rasped breath above him. "Some of them fight it. They don't want to admit that they enjoy being claimed. There is little choice in this, however. They are in my hands to do with them as I please."

That hand squeezed the wolf's cock. It was just a light squeeze, yet it was enough to make the wolf moan into his gag. He was too close. Oseryn's hand and grip loosened, then trailed down his length. Painfully slow. Until the panther's fingers were enveloping his knot. Theo's cock throbbed. One squeeze there. One good, hard squeeze on his knot and he knew he could cum. He was so close!

"I reward the strong ones..." Oseryn continued. Theo was barely listening. His eyes were fixated on the panther's hand. On his own cock. As if, with his mind, he could make that grip close around it. The panther's finger gave Theo's member the slightest of rubs.

"The weak ones, however..." The panther's grip loosened even more. The grip vanished and Theo grew desperate. No! He was too close! The feline's finger went back up to the tip of his cock where it playfully circled it. That was enough to make the wolf moan.

"Did you know that there are ways to make a male orgasm without letting him feel any of the pleasure?" Theo's eyes shot up towards the panther's. He found the other male looking down at him. Smirking. The wolf didn't bother trying to hide his despair. What was he talking about?

"All you have to do is squeeze it in the right places, at the right time..." The panther used two fingers to give the wolf's cock a single squeeze near the tip. Then another near the middle. Then another near the base, just above his knot. The wolf moaned again with a thicker, heavier glob of precum coming from his tip.

"Then, when they start cumming, you just... stop." Those fingers came down to his knot. They touched it, one on each side, as if ready to squeeze. Just feeling them against his cock had Theo swearing he was going to cum. He was so close.

"You watch their seed dribbling down. Watch them struggle to get just one more touch. One more touch that will trigger all the pleasure, and yet the cum just continued to dribble while they feel nothing..." The panther's tone was suggestive. Theo's eyes were fixated, unblinking, staring at those fingers around his knot. One squeeze. He didn't care. He would feel pleasure, he was sure of it. His body told him he would. He just needed one more squeeze to reach the point all males craved more than anything.

Yet, those fingers slowly pulled away. Theo let out a whine.

"I would make you feel it. I would enjoy watching you whimper as you feel the release of a shameful warrior. I have a promise to keep, however. You are not my prey, and if the warrior who beat you doesn't want your seed spilled, then it so it shall be."

"HNNGHF!" Theo tried to say. He shook his head. His eyes watered, his ears were pinned against his head. Did he mean Cadwin? He didn't care. He just wanted...

"There's just one more thing I want..." the panther said. In an awkward movement, he leaned to the side to reach above the throne and, when his hand returned, Theo only got to see his own small, golden crown being brought up and placed over his head. The panther was careful to put it right between his ears. "There. The king of wolves."

The panther braced himself against him. With a powerful thrust, he resumed his fucking. Faster, stronger than before. From that point onward, it only took a few short minutes of Theo desperately staring at his cock, right at the edge of orgasm and being pushed even deeper into it by the barbed cock fucking him. The panther's groan of pleasure finally came.

Theo found that the incredibly shameful feeling of another male's warmth filling his insides was the same no matter if they were canine or feline. It made him feel ashamed of himself for letting it happen. He heard Osyren panting above him while each new jet of the male's spunk filled him.

Before he had more time to feel ashamed of himself, the panther unexpectedly pulled out. The rake of the barbs inside him brought the same jolt of pain to the wolf, making him let out another whimper through his gag. It was just as painful as feeling a wolf pulling his knot out. Even after pulling out, the panther kept the tip of his cock pressed against his entrance, forcing the wolf to feel the last weak jets of cum coming to mat the fur around his rear.

All while his own cock remained there, pulsing and utterly unsatisfied.

The panther finally stepped back. He let both of Theo's legs fall down. The wolf felt weak and defeated. He didn't even pull himself up to sit upright again right away, he just laid there panting instead. His cock was still as hard as before, pointing upwards and without him having any means to touch it. Theo could feel the feline's cum slowly leaking out of his abused tailhole to stain the cushion of his own throne, but he was so tired and humiliated that he didn't even care about it. His crown fell slightly to the side, but still remained over his head.

"A most pleasant experience," Osyren said towards Cadwin. Again, he did not seem bothered at all that his cock was still half hard. He held himself with his head high and back straight. The wolf got to see Cadwin smirking down at him for a moment before the fox bowed towards the feline.

"I hope this means we can have a thriving future of good relationships ahead of us."

The panther smirked. "You foxes have a way with words. We shall see."

Theo finally forced himself to sit upright on his throne. His cock remained hard and eager, but even with his legs freed there was little he could do. The humiliating feeling of cum sipping out of his tailhole continued, which was enough for him to keep his ears folded back. The panther got dressed, then he and Cadwin continued to exchange a few more words as if he wasn't even there. The wolf king grew nervous when they went to the door, but Cadwin was careful enough not to let anyone else in when he left.

Alone with his steward, Theo glared at him.

"Don't look at me like that, your majesty. You just helped cement powerful alliances today." The fox had the decency of starting to finally undo the ropes around his wrists. Theo was glad to be able to stretch his arms and rub his chafed fur, but as soon as he looked down at his own cock and thought about doing what he wanted to do, Cadwin gave him a hard stare.

"Don't even think about it," the fox warned him. Theo finally pulled out the handkerchief from his mouth and threw the saliva-covered thing to the side.

"How could you... I don't-" Theo didn't even know where to begin. He growled. "What WAS that? I am not aware of any alliances with those... those savages!" The wolf was genuinely angry. He didn't remember the last time he had felt so angry. Theo had put up with Cadwin's tricks for a long time, but enough was enough. There was also the matter of his cock. He was feeling hornier than ever before even if it didn't seem like an appropriate time to jerk off. He wanted the pleasure. He was entitled to it. "You said I was going to get a reward!"

Cadwin didn't look bothered by his anger. "And you did. You got to help me do something great." The fox slowly picked up Theo's own clothes from the floor, separating them carefully before offering the wolf's pants and underwear back to him. "Put these on. You're in your public throne room and your audiences are about to start. Don't you think it's a little inappropriate to be naked like this?"

The fox had the audacity to glance down at the wolf's hard cock as if that was improper. Theo's growling got even louder. He no longer cared if someone heard him growling from the outside. He did, however, glance at the entrance one more time. As much as he intended to tend to his cock, he roughly took the pants from the fox's hand and started to put them on. Tucking his hard, knotted cock into his underwear was a chore. He had to tug it to the side, but the lump on his pants still outlined it quite well, especially the knot. It was also hard to resist just gripping it and jerking off to release right there and then. The fox offered him his shirt next.

"I don't care about what you say. I don't care about any of this. You went too far this time, Cadwin. Too. Far. I am not going to sit idly by and let you... you... whore me out to some foreign savage to further the purposes of you dirty, tricky foxes!" The king was careful enough to keep his voice low, especially around the whoring part, but he wasn't going to have it. When he was fully dressed, however, Cadwin gave him a sudden push that had him falling back to sitting on his throne again. The fox gathered his discarded metal cage and shoved it in his inner pockets. The wolf growled again.

"You will do whatever I say when I say it. That is the agreement," the fox said in a dry tone. "I was ready to reward you for your service today, but it seems you'd rather keep a notion of wolven pride instead. Forty days."

Theo's eyes went wide.

"WHAT? How dare you...!" The wolf stood back up. He could barely hold back his snarling. Cadwin, however, just turned his back towards him and headed towards the door. "Come back here! I am not done talking to you!"

Theo was ready to follow him when Cadwin reached the door. Instead of walking out, however, the fox simply opened it wide and stepped to the side.

"Your first audience of the morning, your majesty. Lord Geriu of the Welfarg property!" As the king's steward announced him, a well-dressed wolf came in and started walking towards the throne. Theo's eyes went wide. He quickly sat back down on the throne and crossed his legs while putting both his paws over the bulge of his cock inside his pants. That alone was enough for him to almost moan, but the wolf quickly cleared his throat, forced his ears to go back up and straightened his back to take on a kingly attitude.

The king hesitated. He quickly cleared his throat and tried to muster up his kingly attitude.

"Speak your purpose," Theo said as he dutifully had to. The other wolf bowed in front of him. By the door, Theo could already see the next wolf in the long line of lords and merchants that were there for his morning audiences. He wasn't going to get time to do any of the several things he wanted to do.

As the wolf started speaking of the problems he had that needed interference from the royalty, Theo barely paid much attention. His eyes were focused on Cadwin instead, who stood by the door, back straight and unmoving as a good steward should. The fox's eyes caught his and, for a brief moment, Theo swore he saw a subtle smirk.

It angered him. Theo made an effort to actually listen to what the wolf was saying, but his hands still felt his own hard cock through his pants. He had to resist the temptation to touch himself even through his pants as it was. The wolf king also felt the slow tickling of the panther's seed staining the backside of his undergarments. It made his face grow red even as he sat upon his throne listening to his subject.

Cadwin would not get away with that. He would not! Theo had plans. The foxes were smart, but they weren't unbeatable. He would have to hasten those plans. One day, he would see Cadwin pay for all he did.