The Prince, The Messenger & The Thief
The Prince, The Messenger & The Thief
Endless rain, and by now hours seem to last forever as I peer outside my bedroom's one and only window. A gray blanket with swirls of dark and light shades covers the sky, the sound of rain pit-patting against the castle's stone walls brought a calm, if not somewhat depression over me. I sat there, silently... my thoughts mused with recent events no matter how droll they might be to keep myself from falling asleep. I found myself slipping slowly, eyelids feeling heavier till' finally my drowning attention found refuge as someone knocked at my chamber's door.
"Who's there," I call out, to which no one answers. The knocking sound repeats it self, this time three instead of two.
"I said who's there," I yell, but not a whisper returns. It's then that the old door's joints creak & whining as it is forced open slowly allowing a torch's light to illuminate the slight darkness of my room.
It was another fox, dressed in poor man's rags with what appeared to be a brown leather sash wrapped around his face to hide his identity. Best I can figure, by the looks of him... I'd have to guess a small thief. Not too bright I'd say, but certaintly brave to have slipped past my guards.
"Surely this is a joke," I smiled at the smaller fox as I stood from my chair, "One so small, I see why you might have slipped by my guards. Though, you're hardly rugged or dangerous enough to be a thief."
I watch as the fox's hand slips a dagger from his pocket and holds it up at me as if daring to strike. I didn't feel threatened... and as I watch his hand closely, I could see his fingers fidgeting nervously.
I couldn't imagine what is going through the poor youth's mind, but his eyes display a terrible fear as he kept staring at me with dagger in hand. I slowly discarded my gold evening robe, leaving myself mainly naked.
"Unfortunately sir, I have nothing on me to give you. If you'll kindly lower your dagger, I'll gladly fetch something... though it'll cost you." I murmured, smiling as I peer into his eyes for an answer. I could almost feel those eyes roaming over my nude body, admiring my glistening silver and creamy white fur. It's at this time that a blond-feathered, white furred eagle steps into my chamber, one of my more frequent messenger carriers.
My and the thief's eyes quickly met our new company with surprise, but made no move. His lively green eyes quickly switch between the two of us with a look of shock on his beak.
"Si-sire, you're n-naked," he yells out in his unusual high, but soft voice.
"Such a brilliant observation, my feathery friend. May I also make you aware that you forgot to knock... Again," I look between the two curiously, though most of my attention seems given to the messenger now, "Looks like you'll need to be given another lesson about knocking."
The eagle blushes, skin beneath the yellowish fur reddening in embarrassment, "B-b-but sir, I, um... didn't," the avian sighs and gives up mid-sentence, knowing well it was senseless to argue with the prince. I smiled, nodded then turn to the thief who now looks lost in the middle of everything that's happening. His eyes met mine finally, fingers still clenching the dagger firmly.
"You might as well abandon your weapon. I'm far too capable of handling you myself, and even if you did manage to elude me and pilfer something... my guards would be on full alert with just a single word," I reach down and retrieve my thin robe garbs, then put them back on. I saw hope fade away as reality soaked into the young fox's mind and eventually the dagger fell with a small clatter on the stone floor.
"Good, glad you see the foolishness of your ways. For now, I want you to sit yourself on the floor while I manage with my rather disrespectful royal messenger," I walk over to my bed and pull open the clear velvet drapes. To no surprise, I turn and sit down only to see the eagle already walking over. I watch as his talons fiddle with his black vest then the red tunic worn under it, which left him completely unclothed.
"Such a shame that you know this routine so well," I murmur to him as he slowly lays himself over my lap. My fingers come to caress over those small and perky mounds of flesh. I could feel him trembling, anticipating the first swat... and it made me grin impishly as I cupped my hand to fit to the curvature of his cheek. I continue to massage those soft cheeks, allowing myself to enjoy how supple the tender flesh is. I lift a leg up and hang it across the back of his, my hand then lifts up. My eyes gaze at that beautiful ass, and then deliver the first smack with a resounding clap as my palm meets across his right cheek.
I feel his body stir with life, then settle down only to twitch again as I deliver another equally painful lick to the left cheek. My eyes lighting up at the sight as the force ripples across the flesh causing them to jiggle in a very captivating manner. While my mind is occupies itself with the beauty of that wiggling bottom, my hand steadily and dutifully administers smack after smack with quick pace. My ears fail to acknowledge the cries of mercy, but I non-consciously reply with a heavier hand to which the messenger's appeals turn into deafening cries of pain.
I was use to his high-pitched wails, and with my attention so focused on that glowing red bottom, I could care less for how much it his bottom aches with pain now. The eagle knew how much pleasure I derived from this, so it seemed ever sense I informed him of this secret desire he had done everything possible to get himself in trouble. This is perhaps the worst I've done, and I was far from done. I stop and inspect the eagle's tenderized and red bruised ass.
"P-please s-s-sire... n-no m-mo-more," I hear him say in a faint whisper. My response is a quick sharp slap across the back of thigh.
"I've told you time and time again not to speak when you're being punished." I growl, and then suddenly turn my attention to the corner to find the so-called thief patiently waiting. However, I can tell without a doubt his eyes focused on my messenger's tanned ass more than me now, which causes a vague smile to creep across my lips. I pull the messenger off my lap and stand him to his feet.
"I want you to go and stand yourself in the corner, I'm going to handle my little thief here," I smirk toward the young reddish orange fox, watching as his fingers toil with a few curls of his dirty brown unkempt hair. I beckon him over, and slowly he stands up and creeps forward. I remove his shroud, and then carefully relieve him of his filthy rags until he's completely bare of all clothes. He smells a bit, but not too bad. He couldn't be any younger than twelve, at most fourteen I thought.
"So, prepared for your punishment? I'm giving you the same treatment I gave my friend. Afterwards, I'll give you one hundred silver pieces. Alright," I ask. The youthful fox nods his head, smiling meekly, but remained silent.
"Can't you answer me with something other than a nod? Like a yes sir," I ask, but the boy refuses to respond. It's then I notice a slight frown on his face, then he gestured to his muzzle.
"You... you're... you can't talk," I ask, my sympathy growing as the adolescent fox nods then droops his head. Mute, yet... still a crime is a crime and needed repentance. I carefully take him over my lap, watching as the fox obligingly eased over. My hand grabs and pulls it tail against his back, while my other gently rubs and gives the young round bare bottom a soft knead. I direct the first smack across the center of his rump, then the right cheek and the left. I continue this rotation between the right and left cheek. I feel his body jerk, his legs kick and a few long whines as I discipline him.
It doesn't take much to get the thief crying, tears running down his eyes. I felt so sorry, but at the same time, I felt obligated to teach him better. The room seems completely silent, broken only by the sound resounding smack as every other second as my hand meets his bottom and the constant low whining from the fox. After about five minutes of non-stop spanking, I finally felt the lesson learned and allows him to get up and rub his bottom.
"I hope you never steal again, ok? To see that you don't, I'm going to have you stay in the next-door bedroom. It wouldn't feel right to push you back on the streets... no matter how much gold I offer you," I smile, embrace the young fox into my arms and lick away the few remaining tears off his cheeks. Soon after I send for a house cleaner, and when she arrives I have her carry off the child to the room. The door closes; the room falls silent once more... leaving my tanned bottom messenger and me to ourselves.
"Alright you filthy slut, fetch my cat o' nine tails from the cabinet. Carry it to me in your beak, and crawl over on your hands and knees," I said with a strict commanding tone. The messenger doesn't hesitate and quickly fetches the instrument. Then, as was asked, crawls over upon his hands and knees till' finally halting just short of my feet. I grasp the instrument, pull it away and let the several thick metal tipped lashes drag through the gaps of my fingers.
"You've been a very bad slut, haven't you? This would be your... tenth offense this week... and you know what that means," I chuckle, the eagle nods and then slowly turns around while staying on his knees. His wings then unfold and splay out to the side to expose his furred back. I quickly give a quick horizontal swipe across the center of his back, the metal tips snapping loudly as they dig and tear against his back's tender skin. Then I bring it back again, letting the lashes' vicious tips have another go at the same spot. My ears pleased as I hear him cry out in pain, knowing well those sobs were not just of pain, but pleasure as well. A few more swipes later and I stop, my eyes admiring the red welts left by the lashes' metal endings.
"Punish me Master, I'm such an awful slut and need to be punished severely for my misdeeds," he murmurs.
"Yes, you do and shall," I say as I lay the cat o' nine tails down upon my nightstand. I could no longer ignore the massive swelling, so I quickly dispose of my robe. My eyes look down, admiring the eleven inches of hard throbbing fox cock resting between my legs. I didn't give a hint to my next course of action, though it wouldn't take much thought to figure it out. My fingertips grab and spread those bruised cheeks, exposing that asshole which appears a little loose. No doubt from at least the eighty other times I've fucked that eagle's beautiful ass. It doesn't take much to penetrate that used hole, and then I secure the eagle's arms behind his back and force him to rest with his shoulders and head lying on its side against the stone floor. I immediately begin pumping my shaft into that deep ass and despite how loose his anus is, his insides, as always, are as tight as the day I met him. They grip my shaft and squeeze it as I pump my cock into his backside. I can feel my large balls smack against his furred rump with every time I hilt.
Mercilessly I fuck his ass, relentlessly pounding my rod in and out of that juicy rump. His cries of excitement encouraging me to fuck harder, I could even feel his ass pushing back anxiously to meet into every thrust. I clench my eyes shut, losing myself as pleasure courses through every nerve ending through out my body. I could already feel the pleasure amassing and my body calling out for a sweet creamy release. I even think the eagle felt it as his tight ass begins milking my cock now even harder as if trying to quench some desperate thirst for my seed. My resilience is firm, and I push the sensations to the back of my mind as I pull out. I quickly help the eagle to the bed, laying him on his back as I grasp his legs and bend them back toward his chest. Again, I expose that gaping hole and I plunge my shaft inside with a loud moan following. I could see the eagle's own rock hard shaft dribbling heavy with pre and just as restless as my own needs for release are. I stare into his needy eyes, losing myself in those beautiful pools of emerald as he stares back into my hazel eyes. At that moment, I feel as though our bodies suddenly become one in motion. I feel his gaze piercing into my soul, as did my own into his, and we both wanted the same thing. Therefore, I finally gave in, my cock throbbing as thick gooey ropes of seed fired deep into his backside. His own seed eruptive like a wild volcano, thick ropes of his seed splashing across his chest, face and even the sheets above his head. A few seconds feels like eternity at that particular moment, our orgasms eventually dying down to small droplets. I pull out with a slurp, my cock covered in my own seed. His asshole left gaping, stretched and my seed leaking out.
"Seems my slut managed to enjoy him self, though I don't remember you asking me if you could cum," I grin slightly, though it's hard since I'm trying to catch my breath.
"Sorry Master, I c-couldn't hold it anymore," he replies, blushing... the eagle breathing heavily as I am.
"No apologies... that's five licks with the cane," I slowly ease myself to my feet and wander over to grab the long wooden cane from the wall display. The eagle, though terribly exhausted, slowly manages to bend himself over the edge of bed.
"Of course Master... rules are rules, I'm sorry I disobeyed you again," he retorts, but I don't reply. I waste no time and straight away distribute all five licks. Each is hard, the cane landing with a thick heavy thud as it cracks across the eagle's already very sore bottom. He shifts from foot to foot in absolute agony as pain shoots across his bottom from each stroke.
"Alright slut, you may stand now," I say, and watch as he slowly stands up and begins rubbing his sore bottom.
"Master... may this slut sleep with you tonight," he ask. I nod, smile then give an approving nod. I watch him smile brightly, then slowly climb into my bed and submerge himself beneath the deep thick comforter. I soon join him after putting the cane back up, sighing contently as he cuddles and lays his head against my chest. I watch him as he drifts off, then slowly I am too consumed by my exhaustion and fall into a deep peaceful rest.