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"Was it Worth It?" - Story by Kaz

Chapter 1: Catalyst

The sound of the roosters crowing came early as they did every morning. The sun peeking over the horizon cast beautiful sharp golden rays throughout the small village, bringing it to life after a long night. Birds began their daily ritual, chirping and singing accompanying the rooster's crow. Within minutes, the sun had fully risen, and the day began anew.

Life in a village such as this was simple. There wasn't much to do, nor was there much expected of each inhabitant. The humble village sat a good distance away from the walls of an immense castle, one of a few bordering settlements outside of the main town within. Living so close to a castle like this might be inconvenient or filled with spontaneity one might assume, but it wasn't. If anything it was more boring and plain than living elsewhere due to the fact that all of the buzz happened inside the castle walls. That left this and the other villages surrounding the castle to their own devices, forgotten by most.

It wasn't a very large village, either. There were maybe fifteen different structures within the village, and then an open-air square with a crudely-fashioned well in the center of it. The straw-roofed stone and mud houses were quaint in a way, spread out around the square at the heart of the small village. Nearest the square were a few pavilion-style structures. One housed a bakery, with an attached small hut housing the ovens that made the bread. Another housed a metalworking station. Still another housed a small herbal crafting business. That was really the extent of it.

The villagers would craft and make various goods, load them on a large cart and head for the castle. They'd enter the market and sell their goods, using the money to purchase things they needed themselves. Sometimes, they'd get lucky and be allowed to set up their own stall in the market. This let them peddle more than just bread and flowers. Each time they were to take a shipment into the market, they'd send their strongest young men to haul the cart. It was always the same two. A husky called Tobyn and his closest friend in the village, a timid wolf called Gwatkin.

The two young men had been doing the market runs for at least two years now. Each time it was an adventure for them. Market days had them so very excited, they could hardly sleep the night before. The hopes and needs of the entire village rested on their shoulders when they took the cart off to the market, so they felt a sense of urgency and importance. That and they'd always had dreams of living in the castle town, training to become knights. It was a grand dream they had.

Tobyn had finally fallen asleep just a few hours before sunrise. The canine was snoring loudly, sprawled out over the pile of pelts that made up his bed. He had beautiful white fur, almost snow white on a good day. There wasn't a marking in sight on his body, the fur pattern was simply solid white. His tail, usually curled over his back, was currently lying limp on the bed.

Though his fur color was pure white, it had been a few days since he'd bathed in the nearby stream, resulting in a dingy tint to the fur, turning it more of an off-white yellowish color. Parts of his coat were tangled and clumped but for the most part he was presentable. As the sunlight flooded into his small hut, his eyes shot open, the sound of the rooster waking him. Today was the day! It was off to the market again!

Tobyn shot out of bed with an excited bark, his tail immediately flipping up to curl over his plump rear, wagging excitedly as he rubbed at his sleep-encrusted eyes. He snatched some fabric off of the ground, fumbling with the dingy grey underwear until he managed to tug them up over his legs. He reached back and fed his tail through the special hole in the back of the undergarment, pulling it snug to his waist and hopping around excitedly.

He wasn't the only one so excited for the day's events. Gwatkin burst through the door moments later, his trousers askew and his chest was heaving, eyes lit up with excitement. He was timid most of the time, but when the market run came about it was almost as though he was an entirely different cat. His pointed ears twitched, rapt with attention. His black and orange spotted coat glistened with the sweat of having freshly sprinted to Tobyn's house. His tail switched to and fro behind him as he gave a nervous chuckle, finally calming down a bit.

"Gwatkin! You scared the pants off of me!" Tobyn laughed as he made the silly joke, though that wasn't quite true. He hadn't even put his pants on yet! He swiped the tattered trousers from the floor near his bed and stuffed his legs into them, strapping them on around his tail, stretching as he looked for his shirt. "I know bud, I'm just as excited as you are. It's an extra big haul today!"

Gwatkin wondered how long they'd get to stay in the market town today, given that they had a few special items and far more than usual. Would today be a market stall day? The possibilities were endless! It had felt like ages had passed since they were last on the road with a cart full of goods. The cat nodded, "Ohhh yes it is! I hope we get to stay longer. Maybe we'll meet a real knight today! Gosh, wouldn't that be awesome!" The cat's child-like enthusiasm at the prospect of meeting a knight was endearing to say the least.

Tobyn chuckled as he slid into his greasy, slightly damp shirt, making sure he was ready to go before brushing past the cat gently. "Yeah, yeah. That's all I ever hear is 'when do I get to meet a knight'." He playfully teased the cat, poking him in the side before running out into the open air, taking a deep breath and waving to the fellow villagers, who were all preparing the cart of goods at this point. Two horses sat ready to draw the cart. They'd almost overslept, it looked like!

The villagers liked to get Market Days started early, to give them more time to sell at the market. The more they sold, the more goods would come back for the village. At the present, things were a little grim as their food supplies were running low. They'd only had fresh gruel once in the past week. They'd even had to lock a poor fellow in stocks for stealing a good amount of fresh bread from the bakery. Hopefully today would solve all of those problems.

Gwatkin just laughed off Tobyn's joke and ran over to start helping the villagers load the goods. Some of the villagers were elders, and they shouldn't have to load a cart like this. Tobyn and Gwatkin always tried to help but always managed to get shooed off for being unhelpful or something. That, or the villagers didn't want them giving more energy when they already had a day's journey ahead of them. The castle looked to be close, but it was at least four to five hours away on the cart. Hence why they started when the sun came up. It would allow the boys to be in town by mid-day.

As the last of the goods were loaded onto the cart, Tobyn and Gwatkin climbed into the seating portion of the cart, with Tobyn grabbing the reigns to the horses, giving them a sharp crack as they started off. Tobyn and Gwatkin waved back at the villagers, the horses picking up a moderate pace down the road as their adventure began.

"Tobyn, I've got a weird feeling about today. I dunno, it's not like...a bad feeling? But it is a bad feeling...I'm still excited to go though!" Gwatkin was preoccupied with something. He wasn't quite feeling right about the trip to the market today. Something was slightly off, and he could sense it. What it was, he couldn't possibly know yet.

Tobyn waved his hand, giving a jerk to the reigns as the horses rounded a tight bend. "Bah, don't worry about it Gwat. Everything'll be fine. In fact, I bet you're gonna get to meet a knight today. Best day of your life, coming right up!" Tobyn was good at making his friend feel cheerful again, especially when he was in his own head like that, worrying about what could or would go wrong.

Unfortunately for the both of them, the premonition was going to turn out to be correct in the worst possible ways. Not only was Gwatkin going to finally meet the knight of his dreams, he would be taken prisoner and tortured. Tobyn, in a foolish arrogant bid for Gwatkin's freedom would offer to take the cat's place, figuring he could escape. And the events would only get darker from there.

None of this could be known to either of the happy friends right now though. They were full of cheer and joy, singing silly songs about dragons and gold, lumbering towards the castle town just as they always had. Sure, Gwatkin had some idea of misfortune that would befall them, but it was a premonition or a sense at best. Cats were known for that sort of thing. Sensing the unseen and whatnot.

As they finally arrived at the castle's gates hours later, Gwatkin was fidgeting around in his seat, one hand cupping his groin as he groaned. Just as the cart was stopping at the main gate to be checked in by the guards, Gwatkin hopped down and apologized to Tobyn. "H-hey Toby, I'm sorry but I have to go to the bathroom. C-can I meet you inside?" Once on the ground, the feline was hopping from foot to foot, doing a little dance to try and alleviate the pressure of his bladder.

Tobyn smirked and nodded, waving his hand to dismiss the poor cat, having a pretty decent urge to urinate himself. "Nah, you're fine. I'll be inside, you won't be able to miss me and the cart here!" He turned to the guard, a solemn-looking bear with tired eyes who began the process of allowing the large cart into the city. He took the gold from Tobyn and stepped into the gatehouse, beginning to raise the spiked gate, slowly but surely.

Unfortunately, distracted by the process of checking in, neither Gwatkin nor Tobyn had noticed the keen, wicked eyes staring at the uppity cat. The way he pranced off into the thick copse of trees nearby didn't help things either. A club over the head and soon Gwatkin was gone...

Chapter 2: Gwatkin?!

Tobyn's cart slowly made its way through the castle gates, lumbering towards the sprawling market ahead. There was a clanging series of metal noises as the gate lowered behind him, sealing him in. He hummed quietly to himself as he ogled his surroundings. Market days were always fun and exciting, partly because he got to see so many strange things and people. Today was no different.

He passed a booth from a far off land selling magical baubles and trinkets. Some of the glowing crystals caught his eye and he grinned, waving at the merchant there. Some of these travelers must have come very far to get here. He couldn't even imagine what it must be like to be so free. To have the means and motivation to journey across the world gathering rare goods to sell at market. Such a life must be filled with the most fanciful of stories about the encounters one would have.

His cart lumbered along and he passed a few more interesting market stalls, his eyes scanning the long stretch of cobble road looking for an empty booth. His tail wagged gently behind him as he came to a halt near the end of the road, finally having located a vacant booth. Perfect! Now he'd be able to set up shop properly instead of just standing around his cart like a peasant. Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course. He just felt as though his sales were increased when he had a real merchant's booth to sell from.

He started unloading the good, marveling at just how much the villagers had prepared. Gwatkin hadn't been joking, there was a lot compared to what he normally brought along. Baskets upon baskets of bread, even a few delicacies stashed in there. From the metalworkers there were tools and trinkets, baubles and even a few beautifully-crafted swords. Woah! He didn't even know the villagers could craft weapons.

He lined his wares up on the booth's built-in table, beginning to sweat as he worked. He'd forgotten all about Gwatkin for the moment, finally managing to get the last few items placed on the counter. Standing up and dusting his hands, the husky grabbed the lead of the horses, tugging gently to steer the cart out of the main road, parking it next to the stall and tying the lead to a nearby post.

Now was the best part. He whisked two wooden stools off of the back of the cart, plopping them down in front of the booth, finally getting to sit down after he'd spend the last hour or so unpacking and setting up shop. His fur was bristling with excitement, practically standing on end. His eyes traced the crowd as they moved from booth to booth, a few approaching his small booth. Would these be his first customers of the day? He perked up and smiled as the couple approached his booth, beginning to look over his wares.

One of them held up a sword and Tobyn got extra excited. He could fetch a high price for any one of the swords given how much labor had been poured into making them. He knew the process wasn't easy. The elders must have spent days crafting the collection of weaponry he had for sale. He just needed the couple to name a pr---

"I could get better blades from a dining hall table. You would sell such implements only a few stalls down from the apprentice mastercrafter?" The man of the couple dropped the sword with a disdained frown, shaking his head and turning away, tugging the woman with him, leaving Tobyn alone. He felt his ears lower as he sighed. They had been right to complain. His wares were poor quality even among the poorest of quality wares here at the market. His people could barely survive, let alone thrive enough to craft worthwhile goods. Ugh.

One of the worst parts about market day was the disappointment when people insulted the goods or just didn't buy anything. Watching people laugh as they walked away really started to get to Tobyn after a while. That was one of the reasons he was so glad to have Gwatkin with him. The cat was really good at cheering him up when things didn't go the way he wanted them to.

He sat up straight in his stool and looked around. Where was the cat? It shouldn't have taken him this long to relieve himself. Tobyn's eyes darted around the crowd and then back to his booth. Something wasn't right...He could feel a gnawing sensation in the pit of his stomach as he searched frantically for Gwatkin. The cat was just nowhere to be seen.

Tobyn stood up and bit down on his lip. He had to go find the cat, make sure everything was okay. But he couldn't just abandon his wares...anyone could come and steal the goods...the villagers would be heartbroken if he came back without enough supplies to last until the next market day. They might even starve...

On the other hand, his best friend and only companion was missing. He couldn't be lost, they'd been to market so many times that the cat would know the place like the back of his hand. The guards had seen him ride in with Tobyn, so they surely would've let him into the market after his short break. Tobyn shifted nervously from paw to paw. What should he do?

He stood there apprehensively, waiting a few more minutes before deciding his friend's well-being was much more important than the wares. He'd find a way to make up for it but he wasn't going to abandon his best friend. The cat meant the world to him, and if he lost Gwatkin forever over some stupid gold and supplies...he could never forgive himself.

Tobyn grabbed one of the crafted daggers he'd brought, stuffing it into the waistband of his pants. He sighed as he took one last look at the market stall, steeling himself for what he was about to do. Turning away from the stall, he started heading towards the castle gate, swallowing hard as he approached the gatehouse from the inside. He wouldn't have to have the gate opened to get out this time, as there was a small door in the gate itself leading outside.

He pushed into the gatehouse and through the door, back outside the city walls, just a few feet from the main entrance. His first course of action before things got too crazy was to walk up to one of the guards, clearing his throat and looking around. "Excuse me...have you seen a cat out here? He's about the same height as me, he stopped to piss before we went in..." Tobyn's voice was laced with desperation. Please, let it be some mistake.

The guard looked down at the husky and shook his head, reaching down to scratch his leg. If even the guards hadn't seen him...that could mean the worst. He swallowed hard and tried to remember exactly where Gwatkin had went when he hopped off of the cart. Oh! That's right, there was a thick forest wrapping around the city walls, he'd went just to the edge of the trees closes to the gate!

Tobyn took off running, the guard jumping at the sudden departure as the husky darted around the corner of the outer castle wall, the line of trees coming into sight. There still was no sign of Gwatkin unfortunately. His heart sank a little as he started calling the cat's name, hurrying towards the beginning of the forest. He caught a glimpse of dingy greyed fabric torn up and lying on the ground just at the edge of the trees.

As he got closer, he saw a small bloodstain on the material, a trail of blood droplets leading deeper into the forest. Oh god...please don't let that be Gwatkin's shirt...He almost recognized the material on sight, and as his trembling hand picked it up and brought it to his nose, his worst fears were confirmed. This belonged to the cat, no doubt about it. His sensitive canine nose could detect the smell of his friend from the dingy fabric.

He crouched down and felt the ground next to the fabric, pulling his fingers back red, having touched the small stain of blood on the ground. The sharp acrid smell of urine mingled in heavily with the coppery undertones of the blood, telling him that Gwatkin had definitely been here and quite recently. Tobyn clutched the tattered fabric to his chest as he stood up, scowling at the darkness of the forest. He had to find out what had happened!

A great benefit of being canine, he was able to track by smell. In this case there was a trail of bloody sweat droplets leading away from the fabric into the woods. That should give him something to go on, maybe lead him closer to Gwatkin if not right to the cat. He quietly pulled the dagger from his waistband, readying it for attack as he crept into the forest, feeling the warmth of the sunlight disappear from him as he pushed into the brush, soon completely invisible to anyone outside of the thick cluster of trees.

The trail was present for an alarmingly long distance, giving him pause for concern. How badly was Gwatkin injured? He didn't know how he could help if the cat needed more than an arm to lean on or something of that nature. He wasn't trained up in medicine or anything so it wasn't as though he could mend the cat's possible injuries.

Tobyn swallowed hard as he detected a new smell - something that shouldn't be out here this deep in the woods. It was smoke. Someone had a fire going nearby. As Tobyn pushed through the trees, he broke into a massive clearing, and the source of the smoke was immediately evident. His jaw dropped a bit as he stared up at a huge structure, wondering how on earth it had gotten here or what it even was. It was a huge stonework manor like the sorts a noble would occupy. Decorative pillars lined a flat porch that wrapped around the building, an ominous deep oak door with wrought-iron hinges was smack in the middle. The chimney belching smoke told Tobyn that this was the place...that, and Gwatkin's blood trail ended at the door. Time to find his friend!

Chapter 3: Knights Aren't All Great

Tobyn gave a shudder as he stared at the large door. Bravado was one thing, but should he get help instead? After all, he was only armed with a dagger...he didn't really know how to fight either. The husky bit down on his lip and contemplated going back and getting someone stronger to help save his friend. No, that wouldn't work. By the time he got all the way back to the gates and led guards here, there was no telling what sort of predicament his friend might be in.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and held his dagger out in a slightly trembling paw, stepping up to the door and grabbing the thick iron handle. It was cold to the touch, rough against his pawpads. He was at the moment of no return. Whatever lay waiting on the other side of the door was about to face an enraged, emboldened husky's wrath for kidnapping his best friend!

He shoved with all of his might against the door, grunting as it swung inward. Tobyn almost immediately regretted opening the door as the most pungent, vile reek he'd ever smelled assaulted his nose full force. He felt tears well up in his eyes as he fanned the air, stepping into a cavernous entryway, his eyes quickly scanning as much of the interior as he could.

There wasn't much of note here, a few chairs and a painting on the wall. He might take more time to admire the décor but unfortunately the reek was so bad he could hardly breathe. It was stifling, humid and thick. The way it hung in the air was unnatural...His burning canine nose picked apart the flavors against his will. Mindmelting masculine reek, stale ball sweat mingled with stale old cum. The smell of urine, acrid and searing added right into the sweaty haze of b.o. that was so thick it nearly created a visible haze in the house.

He coughed as his eyes drifted to the floor, barely able to make out blood droplets through the tears in his eyes. They led towards a gaping doorway which apparently led downwards, underneath the house. Gwatkin was close, he just knew it! The husky steeled his courage and began venturing down the stairs, doing his best to keep as quiet as possible. His retches, gags and coughs were suppressed by the arm wrapped around his face. Though it didn't do much to keep the ungodly reek away. It surrounded him completely, soaking into his clothing and smothering his body. It almost was palpable. He could swear he felt it seeping into his fur...that must simply be his imagination though.

There was flickering torchlight illuminating the bottom of the stairwell, and Tobyn heard a distinctly male voice humming a deep tune of sorts. He stopped, just a few steps from the bottom as a shadow cast itself onto the stairwell, heavy clanking of armor getting louder and louder, signaling how close whoever it was had come.

Tobyn's heart pounded as he nearly vomited from the intense reek that poured up the staircase. Yeah, whoever that was just around the corner, they were the one responsible for this filth. His fur raised on end as he gripped his dagger tighter in one sweaty paw, abandoning all thought and lunging around the corner, stepping into what looked like a torture chamber, brandishing the laughable weapon.

The first thing he noticed was Gwatkin. The cat was bound and naked on a large wooden 'X' of sorts, hands and feet bound to the device. He was groaning, looking down at the floor as blood dripped from a pretty nasty looking head injury, a small pool beneath him as he endured his suffering. 'Jesus christ' was all Tobyn could think as he looked over his abused friend. It had only been a few hours at most since the cat had vanished, and he looked like living hell.

Cuts and bruises littered most of his body, his face puffy and swollen. He looked like he'd been beaten a dozen times in the past thirty minutes alone! The cat's face was wet with fluids of sorts, his chest even dripping the stuff. One whiff told Tobyn that it was piss. Heavy, heady piss. He gagged a bit and tried to purge the image from his mind, the image of what Gwatkin had went through here. He had other, more pressing matters to focus on.

His vision swept over the device-littered room until it fell on the offender in question. A massive, hulking lion standing at least five inches above Tobyn's height was staring blankly at the husky, a hint of anger in his eyes. He was wearing full plate armor, greasy and rusted in places, clearly in need of a wash. The collar of a silken nobles shirt poked out of his chestplate near the neck opening, though it hadn't been the color white in a long time. Perhaps since the day it had been made. Now it was the dingiest shade of brownish yellow imaginable. It turned Tobyn's stomach.

The lion's armor was gilded, and once upon a time it may have looked new and shiny. Now, it was just a rusty version of its former glory. The bulk of it and the crest of royal arms on the chestplate caused Tobyn's ears to flatten against his head. This...this was a KNIGHT? A knight of the royal court, servant of justice. And this was the man who had kidnapped and brutalized his best friend? Tobyn's heart sank a bit as he considered what was going to happen now. What chance did he have of besting a fully combat-trained knight with nothing but a dinky dagger?

Almost as if reading his mind, the lion stepped forward and let out an alarmingly booming laugh. "There's no need for violence, squirt. You must be here for the cat thing. I assure you he was a worthless plaything. Honestly I was about to dispose of him when you arrived. Lucky for him you came when you did. I know you want his freedom. Tell me, how will you buy it?" The lion was arrogant in the worst possible way, showing his entire hand to the husky and proudly at that.

As he stepped into the light, his greasy tangled mane was revealed, having been styled into thick dreadlocks hanging down his back. It shimmered in the light so brightly it was as if he'd just gotten out of the stream and it was still dripping wet. That wasn't water however. Judging by how strongly the odor here flooded the home, this lion hadn't seen a stream in at least four months or more. Tobyn retched again and covered his mouth, shooting pleading eyes up at the lion.

"Please. Listen, he's important to me, I'll do anything you ask. Anything! Just let him go, take me in his place. He doesn't deserve this..." Tobyn was frantic, barely able to choke his words out between gags due to the lingering vile stink. It didn't help that the source of the putrid odor was mere feet away from him, humming quietly and serving to cloud the place up a bit more with funk.

The lion chuckled and nodded. "That didn't take you long. Fine, you will be my property and the cat thing may leave alive. Careful, if you don't do exactly as you're told every step of the way I will make sure your last moments in this world are the most painful moments you've ever experienced. My name is Roulf the Strong, by the way. Sir Roulf the Strong." The lion flashed a toothy grin down at Tobyn, showing off a disgustingly yellowed set of gnarled teeth. This guy needed to learn personal hygiene, for real!

Roulf didn't even give the husky time to contemplate what he'd just done. He immediately moved to the chains binding Gwatkin and undid them, watching the cat slump to the floor and lauhing. "God he was so week. Coulda lasted longer ,that would've been nice. I hope you're more than a pocket pussy one-and-done. You've got a lot of work ahead of you to pay for your friend's freedom..." The lion snorted and reached down his armor and trousers to scratch his rear, releasing a deep earthy stink into the air.

Tobyn grimaced as he tossed the dagger aside, diving to the ground to cradle his friend, lifting him up and patting his back. "G-gwat? You're...oh god...listen buddy, you have to get up, you have to go. Get out of here while you still can..." Tobyn elected not to share the deal he'd just made with the disgusting knight, knowing that Gwatkin would just risk his life later to rescue the husky.

Gwatkin groaned and looked up at Tobyn, squinting through his swollen eyes. "W-what happened?" He managed to stutter. There was a huge lump on his head and it was throbbing visibly, oozing a bit of blood every few seconds. He needed a mender, for sure. There was one in the town, it pained him that he couldn't escort his friend to freedom.

"Listen bud we got attacked by a wild beast. It knocked you clean out, so we brought you to Sir Roulf's house to get better. But you gotta get out of here, go find the mender in the market square. Y-you remember where that is, right?" Tobyn helped Gwatkin to his feet and walked him to the stairs, gently sending the cat shambling up the stairs, leaving Tobyn alone with Roulf. The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a butter knife. Tobyn refused to turn around, grumbling loudly. "So what do you want with guys like me and Gwatkin? What the hell am I gonna do?"

The hulking lion gave a booming laugh as he shook his head at the whimpering husky's question. They were always so easy once the right bait was dangled in front of them. The white-furred shivering husky was no exception. The massive lion took a step closer, his footfalls even a bit on the thunderous size due to his sheer size and muscular frame. The reeking feline leaned in until his massive head was just a few inches above Tobyn's, curling his lips around his yellowing fangs, letting out a thick exhale over Tobyn's shoulder before speaking slowly and deliberately. "You....will do whatever I tell you to no matter how it makes you feel. You are mine now, my property. There will be no escape for you, and certainly nobody will be coming to your rescue. By the time I am finished with your weak frame you will wish you had never set eyes on my home. You will wish you had never met me. You will never forget me either, if nothing else my scent will ensure to that." His voice was deep and commanding, sending chills up Tobyn's spine as the massive lion sealed his fate. Oh gods...

Chapter 4: The Nightmare Begins

Tobyn's eyes rolled back a bit in terror as the massive lion asserted his dominance. Any flickering thought of retaliation or escape attempts was cut short by the lion's menacing demeanor. The husky swallowed loudly and turned around, his entire body trembling. Though the repugnance of the lion's unwashed body was strong enough to keep him in line, the more pressing issue was the fear of what was going to happen next. Tobyn had never had sexual relations with anyone before...let alone another male. Yet apparently he had sacrificed the right to his virginity to this disgusting, horrid Knight.

Roulf stretched lazily, his long sand-papery pink tongue rolling out past his yellowed teeth, curling in the air almost as if to show the husky just how big every part of the lion was. Even his _tongue_was much bigger than it should be. Standing right next to Tobyn, Roulf was at least two feet taller if not more. He absolutely dwarfed Tobyn.

Now that they were alone and Tobyn was forced to gaze upon the lion, he was truly taking in his appearance for the first time, and it wasn't pleasant. It made the fur on the back of his neck tingle, his stomach churning as he was assaulted by the pure filth rolling off of the stud. That was the thing - stud was an absolutely accurate word to describe Roulf. Though he wasn't a fan of hygiene, he was apparently a fan of extreme workouts and keeping his body more in shape than any one person could possibly need.

His fur was a beautiful shade of tawny, or rather it had been once upon a time. The proud golden-brown that marked a strong lion had long since been reduced to a dingy greyed out version of itself. Where a sleek, shimmering coat would be becoming on a proud feline such as Roulf, instead he was left with tangled, matted fur on nearly every inch of his exposed body. One could literally see the clumps of grime, sweat and bodily filth that had accumulated. This concoction of funk clogged throughout his fur gave it a shine of a different sort. It looked so wet that you might hear a 'squish' if you touched the lion's fur.

Roulf's face was grizzled and proud, fierce bold eyes penetrating every inch of Tobyn's soul. They were such a bright shade of golden yellow that he'd swear they were luminous. Roulf's jaw and muzzle were wide-set and squared in a very masculine fashion, tattered whiskers lining the end of his proud jaw and snout. His soft pink-tipped nose was huge compared to other felines, even anthro felines. Gazing upon Roulf was like gazing upon a real life giant!

The cat had a massive scar that was missing most of its fur running from the underside of his left eye clear down over his muzzle and down to his chin, ending on the right side and forming a diagonal slash of sorts. Where the scar crossed his lips, they seemed permanently pulled away from his yellowing teeth in a sneer. Very fitting for what little of his personality he'd shown off thus far. The disfigurement didn't simply spell 'ugly' for Roulf. Instead, it lent itself to his grizzled rugged handsome appeal. Tobyn imagined if one couldn't smell the lion, they might be insanely head-over-heels for him. He truly was a handsome man.

Then came the lion's thick mane. While most might prefer to wear their mane naturally, Roulf had gone to the trouble of dreadlocking his mane, letting it pour over his shoulders and upper back in a very interesting style. Golden rings tipped the end of some of his dreads, thicker golden bands were higher up in the mane along the dreads. His ears could just be seen poking out over the top of the dreaded mane, tufted with greying hair on the end.

His dreads were oily and slick, only adding to the funky cloud of stink around Roulf. His armor was covering nearly every inch of his body, only a few bits such as his strong massive paws and hands exposed to the air. That armor itself was a sight to behold. Clearly of royal make, the crest across the center of the chestplate was dingy and worn, most of the gold coloring flaked off over presumably years of adventuring and heroic deeds.

Still, the armor was made to fit the handsome musclebound lion. The outline of two massive pecs were framed perfectly above a defined set of abs. His arms and legs were no different - though covered by plating it was obvious there was some extreme muscle definition here as well. Roulf definitely wasn't a lazy or under exercised lion.

Roulf finished out his teasing yawn and grabbed a conveniently placed nearby wooden stool, extra large for a man of his size. He set himself down with a rattle of his armor and beckoned the husky forward. Tobyn didn't care much for the mischievous grin spreading the lion's massive muzzle. Roulf had something planned, something that the husky was going to remember for the rest of his life.

He held out his arm then, flipping it over and running his massive fingers from his wrist up to his upper arm, then rotating his arm and repeating the motion this time from the shoulder to the back of his wrist. "Now listen to me. You are going to help me...unwind. You will remove my armor...slowly. That is not all. You will clean each piece with the same loving care you would give your own...if you were good enough to ever own a set that is..." His gruff voice sounded lazy, unconcerned with much of anything. Whether or not his armor actually got clean wasn't of import to him. He simply wanted to play with the husky's head a little...push him to the edge of discomfort.

Tobyn blinked a few times as he stared at the lion's offered arm. Really? That was it? Clean the armor? He almost felt relieved that he wasn't being asked to do more. Though he had a nagging hunch that 'more' would eventually come up. This didn't seem like the sort of thing a knight would kidnap two young men for. He likely had royal servants on hand to do tasks like this. Still, he was going to play along for as long as he could...But Roulf didn't seem to have any sort of cleaning supplies for this lying around?

Puzzled, Tobyn twisted his head as he stepped forward, now standing just in front of the lion's outstretched arm. "S-sir...you didn't bring any materials to clean the armor with?" The confusion in his voice was strong, but there was more fear than anything else. If he said the wrong thing to Roulf...if he didn't do exactly as the lion ordered...what would become of him? The grisly image of his childhood friend bound to the wooden cross oozing blood from several wounds flashed suddenly in his mind, solidifying his resolve. He would persevere so he could escape and seek justice for this mongrel's transgressions.

Roulf gave a condescending, booming laugh. His entire hulking frame shook as he shook his head. The cocky lion even had to wipe a tear from his eye as he slowed down to a soft chuckle, eyes glinting as he looked over at Tobyn. "Ohhh my dear boy. Did you think you would be cleaning my armor in a traditional sense? No no...you'll use that tongue of yours, and I won't hear any more questions or complaints. Start with my upper arm, slave." His tone went from jovial to intense in a matter of seconds as he extended that arm again, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, leaving Tobyn to his work...

The husky should've known this was coming. He sighed as quietly as he could, screwing up his face as he reached his trembling paws forward, wincing as the fingertips made contact with the cold steel of the armor plating around Roulf's arm. Slowly, he worked his way up the armor, noting how slick to the touch it was. At least he wouldn't have to polish it too much...His fingers danced slowly up the lion's arm, marveling at the fact that it took both of his paws to grasp around the girth of the male's upper arm.

Finally his fingers found the clasp for the arm plating, clicking it and tugging, one hand on the lion's upper arm, the other on his lower arm. With a 'grunt' from Roulf, Tobyn managed to tug the armor free of the lion's arm, nearly dropping it as he did so. The wet cloud of humid stink that hit him full force was unimaginable! Roulf wasn't wearing anything under the plating! Tobyn didn't know much about armor, but he knew you were supposed to wear something underneath the steel protective plating. Precisely to prevent the kind of stench he was now experiencing firsthand.

Tobyn turned the piece over in his hand, nearly vomiting as he laid eyes on the dingy, tarred leather coating on the inside of the bulky piece. It had weight to it as well, definitely not your average make. He brought it closer to his face and recoiled, his brain trying to stop his body from doing this. Unfortunately, he wasn't going to be able to get out of it.

As his lips and tongue made contact with the stinky damp leather inside the arm plating, he felt dizzy from the rush of potent hormonal stink that repeatedly flogged his senses. This wasn't natural, this wasn't okay! He wanted to go home. He never wanted to come to the market again! A tear slid down his cheek as he kissed and sucked at the leather padding inside, afraid to look up at Roulf for what he might see reflecting in the lion's piercing gaze.

The minutes wore on until Roulf slapped the husky sharply, and quite suddenly. A greasy palm collided with his muzzle and sent the arm covering skittering across the floor, quickly joined by the other arm plating as Roulf sneered at the confused husky. There was already a faint yellowish brown tinge to the fur around his muzzle and snout. "Don't waste my time, boy. There's more to clean than that. Come here. Tongue my fur clean as well..." He extended that girthy arm, the fur literally dripping with sweat and grease buildup.

Tentatively, Tobyn leaned in, his muzzle still smarting from the slap. He shakily held Roulf's wrist as he brought his face into the cat's hulking bicep, shuddering at the greasy humid texture of his fur. However, he did have a job to do...He closed his eyes and prayed for an end to this as he brought his face gently against Roulf's throbbing bicep, afraid to put his mouth on it just yet...

Chapter 5: So It Continues

Tobyn felt as though his mind might melt as he was violently assaulted by the stink coming off of Roulf. With his muzzle resting on the sickly wet throbbing bicep, he might swear it was a penis if he had his eyes closed. His throat was burning as the rancid stink of the lion's overripe unwashed armpit was so close at hand. Dear gods, let this torture stop! Again, the fear of what might happen if he didn't comply drove him to action...

Tobyn opened his mouth and planted it on the front of the bicep, nervously dragging his tongue through a thick patch of fur, a tangy salty flavor pouring into his mouth. He could feel the gooey fur parting around his tongue as he lapped up the grime, wincing as the sharp taste made him retch. Roulf seemed to be enjoying the treatment, bringing a heavy hand to hold Tobyn's head in place, rubbing his face through the messy fur.

Again and again his tongue dragged across the lion's bicep. Now he was trying to get at it from different angles, feeling the thick syrupy sweat puddle in his mouth before dribbling down his throat. This was unnatural in so many ways. He cringed to imagine that Roulf was getting sexual arousal from being this disgusting!

Roulf seemed content with the polishing to his sweat-soaked bicep, pushing Tobyn's dazed, stained face back for a moment as he raised his arm, jolting Tobyn awake as the spicy onion reek blasted him in the face. His eyes opened as he stared at the matted, tangled jungle of unwashed pit hair. Stringy and wiry it had coalesced into a disgusting blob of oily hair. It even looked as though there was just a permanent yellowed stain around the pit.

Roulf grabbed onto Tobyn's head roughly, forcing his face right into the greasy pit. He knew the bitch would try to fight it. He could feel the struggle in his tense body. He wasn't going to give the husky a break. The sickening wet squelch that rang out was music to Roulf's twitching ears as he shoved his new pet's face as deep as it would go into his pit, chuckling as he felt the bitch's face slipping and sliding. Tobyn was trying not to let it into his mouth, Roulf could feel that.

"Now now, stop fighting and suck. Dig the sweaty globs of god knows what out of my pit and swallow them...like a good pet..." Tobyn's world was enveloped in the smothering blanket of rancid unwashed underarm. He could literally feel the stringy, sticky old sweat caking into his fur. If he could see himself, he'd see that his facial fur was tinged a disgusting shade of yellow at this point from how much of the buttery filth he was hoovering up.

He couldn't see anything, but he could feel the tangled wiry hair surrounding his face. Every breath he took was shaky and filled with the potent male reek. He gagged into the pit, muffled by just how tight of a grip Roulf had on the poor husky. Tobyn could feel his sinuses burning, begging for relief but he had nothing to offer them. Instead, he had no choice but to open his mouth, allowing the thick tangle of bushy pit hair to flop into his mouth, whimpering as he closed his lips around it and kissed the very center of the rancid pit.

Once in his mouth, it was like sucking on a wet sponge. The filthy pit hair oozed corruption into his throat one glob at a time. It was almost a partially solidified substance it had gone unchecked for so long. Had he not been in fear for his life, Tobyn would've by all means fainted, vomited or some combination of the two by now. He was almost entirely sure his taste buds were slowly being permanently burned off by the mind-melting reek he was consuming.

The lewd wet slurps and suckles under Roulf's arm kept the lion amused for a time, keeping Tobyn's head stuffed uncomfortably tight into the nook underneath his arm. It felt as though hours had passed when he finally yanked Tobyn's head from beneath his arm with enough force to make the husky a bit dizzy, his tongue hanging out against his chin. There was a long sticky strand of sweaty spittle connecting his tongue to the armpit, evidence of the disgusting things he had just been doing. His face was completely yellowed now, some darker bits even looking brown. He looked like he was wearing a mask, or makeup. His face stood out so strongly from the rest of his body.

Roulf laughed and gave the husky a few playful slaps with his meaty hands before gripping the lad's shirt and yanking it away from the husky's body quite forcefully. The resulting tearing of the thick fabric made a sound so loud it actually caused Tobyn to jump and shiver. Suddenly his naked chest was on display, puny underdeveloped muscles giving way to a somewhat flabby belly. Roulf's hand grasped those pants next, rudely yanking on them just as hard, completely disrobing the husky and staring down at him with those piercing eyes.

Tobyn was ashamed of his body, so underdeveloped compared to Roulf. Hell, just looking at his saliva-dripping bicep made Tobyn tremble again. He truly felt like a runt. Now the only thing separating his manhood and vulnerability from Roulf were his tattered underwear. Once bare, the stark contrast between his greasy stained facial fur and the rest of his body was all the more obvious.

Roulf snapped his teeth in irritation and patted his chest, leaning back and crossing his arms. "Get up here and take muh chestplate off. Be quick about it too." Roulf's eyes lidded over again as he waited to feel the inevitable tug to the clasps on his chestplate. Moments passed and there it was - the telltale 'click' that told him the chest armor was coming off. Unfortunately for Tobyn, it was much too large for him to hold...

There was a loud series of metallic CLANGs along with a shrill yelp as Tobyn clutched his wrist, staring dejectedly down at the armor as it skittered across the stone floor. It had been so heavy, he wasn't prepared for that and so he'd dropped it. The low growling that began above him sent his ears back against his head as he turned, his breath catching as he gazed upon the rippling pecs and abs of the hunky lion. They would be completely attractive if not for the matted down fur and visible clumps of grime build up in any crease the lion's body made.

That growl told him all he needed to know, the husky quietly climbing off of Roulf's leg and wincing, his wrist pulsing in pain as he headed over towards the discarded chestplate. If he thought the plates on Roulf's arms were bad, this was something else entirely. Right where the chiseled armor would hug the underside of Roulf's pecs was a line of disgusting residue build up into the leather padding. It was the same where the lion's muscular abs would sit in the armor.

Already uncomfortably familiar with the stench, Tobyn trembled and bent down, grasping the massive chestplate with both hands, grunting as he tried to pick it up. No use...The growling got louder behind him and his heart began to beat faster as panic set in. Fuck, fuck fuck! What was he going to do? He couldn't lift the huge cat's chestplate, much less carry it back to climb up on his lap with it...unless he was supposed to get down on all fours, there was n---

The thought stopped even as it formed. That's exactly what he needed to do. Tobyn groaned and got down onto all fours beside the chestplate, catching his toe on a crack in the ground and lunging a bit by mistake, awkwardly slipping until he was laying inside the overturned chestplate, immediately feeling his fur sink into the greasiest squishiest plot of leather he'd ever touched. This was beyond disgusting. He could literally feel the brutish cat's sweat congealing into his own fur...

Another yelp sent him tumbling out of the chestplate, whimpering as he felt the hot oily fluids running down his back. Surely, the fur was beginning to stain just like his face and chin had from being enveloped by Roulf's armpit. Looking down at the armor piece, Tobyn grunted and leaned over again, treating it like a wild animal might treat a watering hole. Thank god the growling from the big cat had finally stopped as his tongue began scraping globs and lines of crusted on filth, right onto his waiting tongue.

The lion started...p-purring? It was such a deep rumble that Tobyn wasn't sure, but a glance up at Roulf confirmed it. Oh gods he was really beginning to enjoy this. To make matters worse, Tobyn was beginning to forget just how disgusted he was and how much he hated being treated like this. Was it really so bad after all? Who was he kidding, YES it was awful.

Finally satisfied in his efforts as the taste of bland salty leather returned to his tongue, he stood up on wobbly knees, making his way over to the half-naked cat and climbing up onto one leg, balancing himself carefully as he looked up and down Roulf's chest. Calling him Adonis wouldn't be a strong enough description for the perfectly chiseled musculature hiding beneath that armor. He couldn't stop himself from running a finger delicately over the lion's pecs, tracing a greasy line down to those abs and pressing softly.

"Ahhh, that's the ticket. You finally getting into this, slave?" Roulf cackled as he stretched his arms out just a bit more, as far as he could to make sure Tobyn had all the room he'd need. He nearly moaned out as he felt a soft warm pair of lips against his breastbone, kissing softly up the clumped fur mound and back towards his pecs. Damn...he'd made a good choice with this one. Virgins learned fast 'round here, it seemed. Especially when their lives were on the line.

Tobyn's eyes finally stopped streaming as the rancid sharp odor lost the onion notes specific to the armpit and took on a sweeter undertone. No mistakes - this smell was still not good. However it was less not good than the greasy slimy pit he'd been forced into a few minutes ago. Now, as his lips traversed the masculine territory of Roulf's pecs, he felt a little better, a little less dirty. But his tongue told him that the bodily filth was still very much present...And he dreaded what would come next.

Chapter 6: Just A Sweatrag

Roulf let out a satisfied grunt as he leaned back and grappled Tobyn's head again, roughly pushing the husky's face where he wanted it. The thick husky tongue was feeling too good at this point. Each pass over his pec collected more of his grimy sweat, lapped right into the accommodating muzzle. The lion grinned and went so far as to scratch the husky's head in a mock gesture of affection, snickering as he felt the inevitable relaxation in the husky's body.

Tobyn had never felt this humiliated in his entire life. The acrid taste searing his mouth was bad enough on its own, but coupled with Roulf's demeaning mannerisms and forceful hand it was nearly unbearable. He gagged as his tongue pried its way through a particularly large tangle of fur between the lion's pecs, coming back with a gleaming glob of half-congealed sweat. It was slippery enough that it immediately shot to the back of his throat, the husky struggling to swallow it.

Roulf flexed his muscles against Tobyn's face, moving the husky's head up so that the tongue was in prime position to lap over his taut nipple. Due to his size, the nipple itself was bigger than it should have been for a small canine like Tobyn. He felt the grime practically peel off of that nipple as Tobyn's tongue flicked at it, the husky's spittle dribbling out of the corner of his mouth, beginning to run down his chin and chest, the fur there already fairly buttery from rubbing against the lion's filthy side for so long.

After a while, Roulf seemed satisfied with the treatment of his nipple and pec, grabbing Tobyn by the nape of his neck and tugging back, lifting the husky up away from his body, hoisting the smaller male into the air entirely eliciting a sharp series of yelping cries from him as he was painfully lifted in such a manner. Roulf's other hand grabbed a thick patch of fur on Tobyn's lower back, using the two hands to bring the husky over top of himself, lolling his massive tongue out and pressing Tobyn directly against his upper body.

Tobyn's face pressed against the lion's upper chest and neck, his vision darkening as his entire body was smooshed up against Roulf's. What in the living hell was the lion doing?! Tobyn's neck and back were burning with pain from the unceremonious lift he'd just received. That sort of thing could really hurt him...

The next thing he noticed was the slimy, buttery feeling pressed up against his belly and chest...oh no. He cringed as he realized his soft white fur was now being used as a makeshift rag for Roulf's body. Even without moving, he could practically feel the semi-permanent color and texture change to his fur.

Roulf laughed at the pathetic cries coming from the husky's mouth as he was lifted onto the bigger male. He retained his grip on the husky's body and started to slide him up and down, side to side. Within minutes of this, the husky's entire front half was coated in a greasy layering of Roulf's slimy sweat, stained a disgusting shade of yellowed brown that stood out painfully against his previously white fur. His body was now more in line with his head in terms of color and smell.

Tobyn couldn't do anything primarily for a fear of what Roulf would do to him if he resisted. Then there was the matter of the brute's sheer strength. Tobyn's ears laid back against his head, feeling his tongue poke out as he panted from the heat radiating off of Roulf's filthy body. Up and down, side to side. He almost felt a little nauseous from the motions as he was ragdolled around on Roulf's upper body. Now he doubted if he'd ever smell anywhere near 'clean' again after this. The thought made him shudder as he considered that for the rest of his life, he'd always think of Roulf and this horrid night with the lion when he breathed in the smell of his own body. If he survived the encounter, that was.

Roulf's hands finally slowed as he felt the husky's entire front side coated in his greasy fluids. Rubbing him around anymore wouldn't accomplish anything. Satisfied with his treatment, he shoved the husky backwards off of his chiseled upper body forcefully, laughing as he watched the naked male fall to the ground with another pathetic cry. God, this guy was beyond pathetic. Roulf stared down at him with those piercing eyes once again, spreading his legs out incredibly wide and pointing at them. He didn't even have to tell the husky what he meant at this point.

Tobyn gritted his teeth and squinched his eyes shut for a moment, fighting back a full-on sob fest. His ass was pulsating with pain after landing hard on the ground. He winced as he got onto his knees, scuttling forward until he was squarely in between the two massive legs. This was not the ideal place for him to be, what with his canine olfactory sensitivity and all.

He was immediately greeted by the stench of sour vinegar that had been left out in the sun for far too long. That mingled in with the ammonia-laced stink of urine. Even worse, there was a thick and heady stink of fish in the air down here, something that made his stomach roll. He was familiar with what happened to a sheath if it wasn't rinsed out every once in a while, though that didn't make it any easier to handle when it was right in his face.

His saving grace was that it wasn't time to deal with that just yet. Judging by how Roulf was behaving thus far, he wanted to force Tobyn to spend an inappropriate amount of time worshiping and cleaning each and every part of his armor and body individually. He'd started with the arms, moved to the chest and abdomen, now he was at the legs and feet. He imagined Roulf would save the crotch for last.

Tobyn swallowed hard as he turned his face away from the bulging steel plate over Roulf's crotch, focusing on the beast's massive leg. The rancid stink of old cheese hit him full force as the beast lifted his bare foot and wiggled the toes, a visible series of gooey strands linking the toes together. Tobyn turned away and coughed violently for a moment, a wad of spittle coming up as he fought the acid burning in his throat. Gods...this was beyond horrid!

He prayed to whatever god might listen as he turned back and shakily brought his arms under the beast's ankle, holding it steady as he pushed his face into the offered paw, immediately closing his eyes and letting it dwarf his head. Dwarf wasn't really an exaggeration either. The paw was literally larger than Tobyn's head. The fleshy pawpads pressed roughly against his chin and forehead, the fur in between completely soaked and gunked up with toejam and oily sweat. It immediately smeared into his fur as he tugged the straps on Roulf's leg armor free, letting the heavy plating fall into his hands.

The lion seemed to want a bit of tongue action between his toes, a sharp kick to the face that repositioned his toes in front of Tobyn's mouth was enough to communicate that. His nose was numb now, the rest of his face smarting as he pushed his tongue hesitantly in between two of those thick toes, feeling and tasting the rancid slime coat the inside of his mouth immediately. This was a whole different level of gross than anything else on the lion's body - feet generally were the worst after all.

The taste of smelly old cheese and stale sweat dominated his senses as he was marked by the worst part of a filthy person's body - the foot. He gagged and had to pull away after just one more lick, letting his slime-encrusted tongue hang out of his mouth as he brought the leg armor up to his face, staring up at Roulf and making eye contact as he repeated the cleaning process just as he had with the armor before.

Once again the leather sodden with sweat smeared into his face, thankfully muting the reek of the cheesy old foot stink he'd had to endure momentarily. Suckling and lapping at the soiled leather padding seemed to make the lion happy enough. After Tobyn had slurped every inch of the inner padding on the leg plates, he tossed them aside, leaving the lion's massive hulking legs completely bare.

Roulf growled as he flexed his impressive calf muscles, spreading his legs just a little further so that filthy husky head could press in under one of his legs, tongue quick to get to work as he kneaded and kissed over Roulf's lower leg. Tobyn couldn't lie, he was at least somewhat impressed at the rippling musculature beneath his filth-coated lips as he sucked a greasy clump of fur on the back of Roulf's calf. This guy could probably kick a hole clean in a stone wall if he wanted to.

The lion suddenly gripped the back of Tobyn's head again and jerked him away from his calf, shoving the husky's head forcefully deep up into his crotch, the side of his face rubbing against the steel plate there, his nose burrowing right into the crease where thigh met crotch, that stale male musk reek returning full force as he blanched. Here we go, he thought to himself.

Feeling his already-wet nose dragged through thick syrupy slime like the kind building up in this particular crevice was not a fun feeling. It nearly made his sensitive nose explode, the start of a sneeze building up. Thankfully the urge went away as he started kissing the inner thigh. He cringed to imagine what might happen if he got his snot all over Roulf's crotch. Hell, he'd have to lick that up too and he didn't think he could stomach that.

The fur between Roulf's inner thighs was probably the wettest, sludgiest fur on his entire body. A single touch literally stained Tobyn's finger, and a single lap of his tongue brought back a swamp of filth for him to work down. Ever lick brought another rancid burst of stale masculinity, making sure that no matter how hard he tried he couldn't forget exactly what he was doing, exactly the kind of service he was providing.

Up and down the inner thigh he went, tongue tracing circles through the tangled fur, replacing layers of built up sweat and oils with the husky's saliva. Roulf hadn't even gotten to the main event yet. A rough slap brought his attention back up to Roulf's face, dread flooding every inch of Tobyn, seeping into his core as a thick finger slowly pointed to the one place still clad in armor....

Chapter 7: Can It Get Worse?

His face was stinging from the force of the heavy slap, his chest heaving as he tore his eyes away from Roulf's dominating glare. Slowly, his eyes traced the lines and bulges of his abdominal muscles, finally managing landing on the target. A target he very much wished he could avoid. Until now, his exploration of Roulf's muscular frame had been fairly tame. His sexuality was still intact, innocence still in place. That was all about to change.

He could feel the lion's impatience and knew he couldn't just sit and stew on the idea of what he had to do. A soft whimper escaped his filth-stained lips as he brought his shaky arms up, recoiling as he brushed his fingertips across the steel crotch plate. It was hot. The immense heat coming out of Roulf's loin kept that crotch plate hot enough to sizzle when sweat dribbled down onto it. His heart sank as he realized the worst of the filth was going to be inside, and Roulf was going to make him clean it just as he had cleaned every other piece of the brute's armor.

His arms were trembling as he began to reach around the bulge, struggling to find the release for the crotch plate. He winced as he pushed forward, his hands passing under the lion's crotch, right through the saliva-slickened slime of those inner thigh creases. His eyes widened as he watched the muck drip and dribble down his arms, feeling soft soggy fur clods smear across his arm as his finger tentatively rubbed at Roulf's taint, finally locating the clasps just behind his taint, hugging the lion's muscular ass cheeks.

He undid the clasps of the crotch guard, grimacing as he pulled his arms back slowly, gripping the piece of armor and gagging loudly as it was pulled away from the lion's package. Just like the rest of him, his crotch was beyond filthy. The loin plate took a firm tug to fully unseat from the bulging maleness, releasing a cloud of actual steam as it was peeled away. The waft of steam carried with it an overpowering stench, enough to make Tobyn turn his head and cough, holding tightly to the crotch guard.

Roulf's heavy sac was dripping onto the floor, a collection of his fluids having nearly solidified a good chunk of his nutsac fur. It was like molasses dribbling off of his engorged testicles, the raw stink of rancid vinegar pouring out unabated now that the crotch guard was free. His eyes traced over the pendulous orbs, marveling at just how big this cat was. His stomach churned again as his eyes landed on the thick sheath throbbing above those nuts, the opening clearly crusted over with old smegma, a thick gooey glob of it just hanging on the edge of the sheath's opening,

At this point he was glad to divert his attention from the massive male parts on display here. Every second he could use to avoid putting his face any closer was a win in his book. So he hefted up the heavy, heated crotch guard and turned it over, shaking as he stared down into the ruined leather padding. He couldn't...there was no way he'd survive this!

The leather here was so worn and sodden it was almost completely dissolved from the inside of the crotch guard, giving way to the metal plating. He imagined that couldn't be the most comfortable for Roulf. Worse however was the thick layer of residue that had built up inside the crotch guard, every inch steaming and glinting in the flickering torchlight. A fine mucusy layer of grease had taken up residence inside of the thing, and it was going to be his job to eat it out...

Roulf churred and leaned forward reaching out to pat Tobyn's head roughly. "There's a good sport. Now bury your face in it. Drink from my male stink. You'll come to adore it, I know..." He cackled and sat back again, leaving his legs fully spread open, even pushing his crotch forward a bit to force Tobyn's head closer in proximity to his groin.

The husky swallowed hard as he brought the crotch guard up to his face. He'd be surprised if he could ever smell again, let alone taste. He could swear the potent reek and flavor of the fluids he'd consumed thus far had completely burned away his senses. Unfortunately, he was wrong about that. He carefully pressed the crotch guard against his face, shocked at how large it was and just how comfortably his face fit into the interior...almost like he was made for this.

The slimy hot wetness spread across his nose and face, immediately replacing the sweaty body stink he'd been bathing in with something far worse. This time, the burning sensation in his nose was legitimately painful to him and elicited a sharp yelp, muffled by the crotch guard. He didn't want to lick this...please god, somebody save him from this cruel fate...

Roulf wasn't in the mood for shenanigans, so he grunted and reached down, cradling the back of Tobyn's head with one hand, the other holding his crotch guard firmly in place. He pushed the two together, smearing Tobyn's face all around the inside of his crotch guard, hissing as he did so. "Fucking lick it. Suck it. Eat it..." His voice was frightening, and warned of a worse fate if Tobyn didn't comply.

Much to his chagrin, he had no choice now. Having his head forcefully smeared into the muck, he opened his trembling mouth, poking his tongue out until it met the smooth surface of the steel in a particularly warn-out part of the crotch guard. Fringes of stained leather tickled the edges of his tongue as he dragged his tongue through the mire of filth, pulling it back into his mouth with a new mouthful of grease.

Not only did the searing pain in his nose increase from the reek, but it also was literally painful to his tongue. The burning taste of it dominated his senses, and he choked as he struggled to swallow it, fighting his body's reflexes as he went back for more. Another slow tongue drag through the mire inside the crotch guard, another short chuckle from Roulf.

After enough time had passed, Tobyn fell into a pattern of dully tonguing out the crotch guard, having consumed most of the greasy slime built up inside. Now the worst of the flavor seemed to have dissipated into his throat but that didn't stop his tongue and nose from burning. It was as if someone had exposed him to an open pail of ammonia, or some other harsh concoction like that.

Roulf could feel the husky moving of his own accord now, and pulled his hands away, watching the canine clean his armor with a satisfied smirk. It took all of his energy to avoid getting hard now, yanking his crotch guard away and tossing it into a pile with the rest of his armor. Now that Roulf was fully nude, he was ready to take things for a more exciting turn...

"Lick my balls...put your tongue into my sheath while you suck on it...clean me slave. Every inch of me!" He barked out the command and yanked Tobyn's whimpering head close enough that his cool nose was able to press directly into Roulf's balls, the sweaty fur completely drenching Tobyn's muzzle in funky nut sweat.

Tobyn's eyes rolled a bit as he was subjected to the most brutal of masculine musk, reaching up to brace himself with a hand on either of the lion's inner thighs, feeling his fingers sink into the gooey fur there. Dear god, he'd just licked these free of the filth! Had it already regenerated to this extent?! Would he ever fully clean the lion at this rate?

His lips opened around the sac and he only managed to fit a small portion of one testicle into his mouth, retching as he suckled on it like a babe from a nipple. Fluids coursed into his mouth, the lion giving a satisfied moan as he leaned back to enjoy this new treatment. Tobyn's tongue flicked over the sac again and again, collecting sheer mouthfuls of bodily fluids that slid down to join the ever-growing pile in his belly. If he kept this up he'd end up bloated!

The worst of the worst was now up for cleaning. His tongue finished a last few passes over the underside of Roulf's balls, collecting the mildew tangles of old pubic fur in a greasy clump, swallowing those down and belching as he brought his face level with Roulf's sheath. The powerful fishy male stink blasted him dead in the face as he stared down that smegma-ridden orifice. Ugh...he wanted to get this over with quickly...

He wrapped his lips around the sheath itself without much hesitation. He was growing tired of the cleaning, growing used to the filthy flavors and smells. As he began to suck, he felt the gooey chunk of smegma that had been loitering outside the lion's sheath break away and crumble into his mouth, making sure any hint of the lion's ballsac was replaced with the creamy cheesy fetid flavor of his smegma.

As his tongue spread the fleshy orifice, he would have definitely vomited if he could see what was smearing across his tongue. Not even an inch into the sheath and his tongue was coated in yellowish white, literally the entire throbbing organ was coated. Not an inch of his tongueflesh was visible anymore, and still he had to keep going.

He jumped a bit as his tongue met with the tip of Roulf's cock deep within that sheath, the exotic feline shape was definitely new to him. Scratchy barbs all over the head rubbed his tongue the wrong way and only exacerbated his suffering as they helped spread that sickening flavor deep into his mind.

He could feel the squishy heated flesh of the sheath parting around his tongue. In and out he darted the muscle, his mouth going numb from the large amount of smegma coating his inner cheeks and the roof of his mouth. Another burst of tears down his cheeks as he closed his eyes and suckled on the filthy sheath, tonguing it out...like the good 'bitch' he had become. God what was wrong with him?! He had lost all will to fight. Even his level of disgust was tapering now...

Chapter 8: Yes, It Can

Tobyn was panting into the disgusting sheath. Each lap of his tongue spread out the orifice and rewarded him with more of the male filth. He could feel the velvety interior slipping and sliding against his tongue as he dug in again and again. His saliva had completely soaked the rim of the sheath, leaving the fur around it drenched. His senses were numbed, his mind beginning to break from the abuse he was experiencing...

Roulf periodically grunted as the bitch cleaned his sheath out, feeling his cocktip getting flicked repeatedly by the probing tongue. He was holding back, but now he was going to let it all out. He reached down with both hands and gripped Tobyn's head, forcing him to stay locked to the lion's slimy sheath. Then, the real fun began.

Tobyn's eyes went wide as his licks became shallower by the second, something large and pulsing beginning to force his tongue back into his mouth. He couldn't move an inch thanks to Roulf's strong hands holding him in place. With his lips spread wide around the sheath, he felt the heat of the lion's emerging cock begin to pierce his muzzle, carrying with it the sweaty musk that only a penis could bring.

His lips and jaw spread achingly wide as the cock grew and engorged. He could feel the rough barbs scraping against the roof of his mouth, dragging along his smegma-coated tongue as the cock dug deeper and deeper still. His jaw began to ache as his mouth was spread much wider than he would've ever preferred, alarm setting in as the cock just kept growing.

It slid into the back of his mouth and pierced his throat, causing a noticeable bulge in his throat as it engorged itself deep inside. He gagged around it, but Roulf gave him no reprieve as the lion forced himself down Tobyn's throat. Eyes watering, all the husky could do was take it. Weakly he suckled around the base of the shaft as the long, thick barbed length fully sheathed itself in his throat.

Roulf growled out as he held onto Tobyn's head, yanking his hips back and driving them forward again, using the husky's mouth like a toy. In and out, loud wet squelches echoing around the room as thick slimy strands of saliva and smegma connected his face and the lion's crotch, tears mixing in to create one hell of a sloppy mess.

And still Roulf was continuing to thrust. The lion eve stood and crouched over the husky's form, his brutal hip-battering causing immense pain to Roulf's jaw as the massive cock sped up, the roof of his mouth going raw as the barbs raked over his mouth again and again. He could swear he was going to start bleeding soon if this didn't stop!

Roulf was quick however, and it did stop...sort of. The roar that came out of Roulf startled Tobyn, his eyes widening to the point of pain as he felt the engorged meat buried deep in his throat begin to pulse and throb erratically. He actually felt each splurt of the lion's cum that came out as it traveled up his shaft, splattering deep into his stomach and adding to the accumulated filth that was already there from Tobyn's session with the beast's armor.

Tobyn couldn't refuse the implant of semen, even if he'd wanted to risk being beaten within an inch of his life. The lion's ferocious grip had him completely sealed to the beast's sheath, every last inch of Roulf's cock buried in his throat and pumping directly into his belly. He could feel the heavy greasy balls smearing against his chin, dribbling their awful fluids onto his belly and chest.

The bloating in his stomach increased and he struggled to keep it down, feeling pressure in his nose as it started to splurt out of both nostrils, dripping back down onto the lion's cock and balls. The impressive climax was just tapering down, thick potent rancid cum bloating out his belly and giving him a small rounded bulge. He was full to bursting it felt like...

Roulf unceremoniously yanked himself back while pushing the husky backwards at the same time, sending him down all the way onto the ground on his back, his head bouncing off of the stone floor with a sickening 'crack'. Dazed and seeing stars, Tobyn coughed and spluttered, thick globlets of the lion's cum pouring from his nose and mouth, streaming down his body and further marking his already stained fur. He took his small opportunity to gasp for breath, knowing that Roulf wasn't quite finished yet...

The lion laughed at the mess he'd made of the husky's face, watching him splutter and gurgle on the massive cum load he'd just deposited down the male's throat. What a pathetic bitch he'd turned into! Roulf grinned and took advantage of the husky being on the ground, turning around and beginning to crouch down, dangerously close to Tobyn's face.

"Now, just one last part of me you've got to clean. Don't worry bitch, I saved the best for last..." Roulf's voice was wobbly to Tobyn's dazed senses, his vision still a bit blurry. However, he was more than able to see what was being lowered towards his face, and that caused him a violent sense of panic. He frantically began slapping at the stone floor, trying to move out from underneath the lowering cat. He absolutely would not lick this. Anything else he could take, but this was too much!

Roulf used his meaty hands to hold down the struggling husky, his muscular cheeks spreading naturally due to the stance he was taking. He growled as he finally felt the husky's head press up between his cheeks and finished with a sigh, straddling that face like it were a chamber pot. "That's the ticket. Lick it, slut. Before I break your jaw and force you..." Roulf's words carried every bit of the weight they implied. He most certainly wouldn't hesitate to harm the husky, that much was evident from the lion's treatment of Gwatkin. Poor, poor Gwatkin. How much of this had he been forced to endure before Tobyn came to his rescue?

All of the thoughts of his friend were pushed out of his mind as he watched a horrid, disgusting ass lower to his face, his vision going dark as the last thing he saw was the pink puffy hole completely streaked in brown filth, sweat accumulating in the very heart of the crack to mingle with the feces, creating a truly vile mixture of slimy fluids, lubricating the lion's entire ass crack.

Tobyn's face was pressed into the lion's dirty crack, his nose pushing hard against the dirty hole, smearing the filth across his nostrils and forcing him to breathe in its stink. He turned his head upright and tried to keep breathing despite the rancid mess he was currently muzzle-deep in. Turning his head to the side only helped hurt his neck, and he quite honestly would rather deal with the filth than a broken neck.

Tobyn shuddered from head to toe as he felt the lion begin to gyrate over his head. That dirty hole began rubbing in circular motions. Where his fur might already be stained yellowish brown from the beast's sweat, smegma, cum and other bodily grime, now the lion's fecal residue was being added in, the entire mind-numbing stink of it all made Tobyn's eyes roll back a bit.

As Roulf didn't feel any tongue action on his dirty hole, he growled and started to grind more furiously, dragging his hole lower, freeing Tobyn's face for just a moment. If only so that he could watch in horror as the lion's dirty ass painted a thick brown streak down his chest, the ass gyrating on his belly as well. Not completely satisfied with his mess, the lion even parked his dirty ass over the husky's sheath, rubbing his greasy hole over it and painting it brown-tinged before finally bringing his ass back towards Tobyn's face. "Last chance bitch. If I don't feel your tongue in seconds, you're going to die..."

Roulf's ass returned to its seat on his face, now a lot less filthy than a moment ago thanks to the fact that a good portion of the anal residues were now caked into the husky's fur, permanently staining it a strange shade of brownish yellow. He gagged again and started sobbing underneath the lion's ass. His tears mingled in with the filth to create a frothy film that spread around the lion's ass crack.

Trembling lips struggled to open, Tobyn giving a painful kiss to the rancid hole, feeling the heat from it wash over his head as it puckered and kissed him back. Good god...his tongue shakily dragged up and over the wrinkled muscle, collecting a tongueful of brown smear, pulling it into his mouth and gagging loudly again. Just let it be done, please!

Again, his tongue dared to brave the swampy mire of Roulf's ass crack, tickling his hole again and rewarding Tobyn with another mouthful of rancid anal muck. Back and forth his tongue went, coating the hole in saliva as the powerful male musk rained down over him, melting his mind as he failed to resist anymore.

The next pass his tongue made saw it struggling to wrench open the hole, pushing inside just as Roulf had wanted. The velvety interior was painted with just as much filth as the outside, clinging to the husky's explorative tongue, once again warping his taste buds to accommodate the lion's incredible filth. How one person could manage to get this dirty on their own was beyond Tobyn. Vile, reprehensible waste coated his tongue, sweat and bodily grime mixed in to form a slurry of sorts.

"Fuck yeah bitch. Eat my dirty asshole. Suck on it...you're mine now..." Roulf's eyes lidded over a bit as he felt the tongue go back for more, again and again. Digging into him and spreading his rarely-touched hole open. The pleasure he received from this was so immense that his cock was already at full mast again, dripping sticky precum down onto the stone floor. He'd just orgasmed not even ten minutes ago and he was already prepared for another round it seemed. He flexed his anal muscles around the invading tongue and made his pucker 'kiss' the husky back with each probe up his ass. At this point, the husky's face was more brown than anything else, his sweaty ass funk having been smeared across every available inch of Tobyn's face. Roulf roared and fought back a second climax...not just yet...

Chapter 9: Climax

Tobyn felt like he might pass out at any second, completely smothered by the lion's muscular rear. How had he survived this far? He didn't know...all he knew was that somehow he was hanging by a thread, just barely staying conscious and avoiding the urge to vomit. The earthy bitter flavor of the lion's waste was dominating his senses, spread through his mouth as his tongue was lodged firmly inside the tight orifice there, feeling it pulse sickeningly against his face.

Roulf was panting above him, grinding his hips down and rubbing his ass back and forth across the husky's ruined face. That tongue really was hitting the spot. Even though Tobyn didn't seem eager enough to lap out the inside of Roulf's hole, it still felt good enough to light up his nerves. He bit down on his lip and reached down to grope himself, feeling his cock pulse with anticipation. He knew exactly what he wanted next, and a devilish grin crossed the dirty lion's face as he dismounted Tobyn's face, pulling away and standing up, turning to look over the stained husky.

While once the fur had been white, nearly every inch of the husky's body was stained either yellow, brown or some gross mixture of the two. It was pathetic in the worst way and all it did was serve to excite Roulf even more. His bitch was marked for life. He wondered if Tobyn's fur would ever resemble the clean shade of white it had when he first walked in, if it would ever be clean again. Probably not...not that he minded.

He wasn't quite done torturing the canine yet though. He stepped over Tobyn's body, watching the husky gasp and struggle for air, his mouth hanging wide open as strands of thick brown drool ran down his chin and neck, joining the mess of soggy tangled fur on his chest. "Mmm, you look like you're almost ready. Here, let me give you a little bath, hmm? Keep that mouth open or else..." Roulf's low growling voice was still as terrifying as it had been the first time Tobyn heard the male speak, and at this point he had no desire to go against what was commanded of him.

Roulf gripped the base of his shaft and twitched it, making it bounce up and down a bit as he put pressure on his bladder, grunting at the effort. For a few minutes, nothing happened as he pressed harder still. Finally, he felt the familiar sensation of warmth spreading up his urethra, closing his eyes as he aimed himself directly down at Tobyn's head, his cockhead bursting open as a torrent of warm piss began to spray out.

At first, due to his erection it was a bit spread out, splattering the stone floor on either side of Tobyn's head, only a few droplets making it onto his face. However, as the seconds wore on the stream strengthened and grew more accurate, the hot yellow piss spraying Tobyn's face, making the husky close his eyes as he felt the hot liquid pour down his face.

A large portion of the bitter, stale urine filled Tobyn's mouth, and he began to panic while struggling against the sharp ammonia-ridden flavor. Would he drown now? Drowning in Roulf's piss seemed like one of the more tame ways the lion might murder him. The hot liquid seeped into his fur and ran down his chest, the burning stench of it making his nose wrinkle once again as he gagged, a large splatter of urine pushing out of his mouth, quickly replaced by even more from the still-going stream.

"Swallow it bitch. Drink my piss." The command was short, but Tobyn knew not to disobey it. The taste of the urine was miles better than the shit streaks he'd just licked out of the cat's asshole, so grudgingly he did what he was told. The hot fluid began to rush down his throat as he allowed it to, a sharp laugh from Roulf causing him to blush again as his mouth filled up a second time, his throat flexing as he swallowed that down too.

Eventually the torturous piss tapered down and ended, Roulf shaking his cock to dribble a few remnant drops of urine onto the husky's soaked belly. There was even a puddle of piss on the stone floor surrounding Tobyn's body. While it had served to entirely soak Tobyn's body, the urine didn't wash away the filth already collecting over his body. It wasn't the 'bath' Roulf had said it would be, that was for sure.

Now, fully marked in Roulf's scent, Tobyn reached up and wiped his eyes, flinging piss onto the ground to join the puddle still around his body as he opened his eyes, squinting up at the lion. Was he done now? Did that mean it was over? He just wanted to go...he wanted to check on Gwatkin and---

His thoughts were cut short as Roulf leaned down and gripped the husky by the shoulders painfully, jerking him upright and battering him around as he flipped Tobyn over, forcing him onto his hands and knees. The lion was definitely not gentle in any sense...the huge hands squeezing his shoulders could break his bones in seconds if Roulf so desired it. Still, he was not being gentle.

Tobyn yelped out as he was roughly shoved and pushed to his hands and knees, feeling ashamed as the cool air rushed under his tail, tickling his private parts and causing his tail to lower over himself, trying to hide his shame. At the same time, his fur was drenched head to toe both on his back and his front now. He'd been laying in the puddle of piss and his soft fur had been absorbing the oily fluid, rolling off of his back as he was flipped over.

Roulf didn't waste his time getting into a new position, sending fear throughout Tobyn's entire body. He had never been penetrated before, his virginity was still intact even throughout all of this brutal horror he'd experienced. Would he physically survive Roulf breaking his ass open? He had a nagging fear that it might literally kill him. If nothing else, could he stay conscious through the pain it was sure to bring?

His heart lurched as Roulf gripped his tailbase and yanked his tail up out of the way, forcing a spasm through his lower back muscles as a burning pain swept up his back. Jesus Christ! His tail was a _part_of him, for fucks sake. It almost felt like Roulf had intended to tear the damn thing off! He huffed out with annoyance but that dropped away as he felt what he'd been dreading.

Roulf's massive cocktip pressed painfully against his unprepared anal ring, his eyes watering from the forceful jab forward. He let out a growling yelp and closed his eyes, knowing by now that Roulf wasn't going to stop. The initial force of the thrust continued as Roulf's cocktip slowly, painfully began to pry Tobyn's virgin hole open, resulting in a sickening pop as it finally yielded to just the first inch of Roulf's tip. Tobyn screamed out, a bloodcurdling squeal loud enough to hurt his own ears as he felt Roulf continuing to press forward, the lion grunting and seeming to enjoy the tortured scream...

"Mmm, yeah bitch. Take it. Yell for your daddy...your new master..." He suddenly packed a whole lot of power into his next thrust, his cock digging so deep into Tobyn's body that he thought it would rip him in half. The screams continued, his eyes popping wide as he felt hot liquid pooling around the feline's cock, his anus screaming for relief, the fiery pain dominating every inch of his body.

It was a primal pain, the sort he never wanted to experience again. And it didn't get any better. He could feel the sharp barbs inside tearing him apart, dragging forward over his ruined anal passage. He was openly sobbing now, a vein standing out in his neck as he screamed again, the feline having pulled himself forcefully back, dragging Tobyn's asshole with his barbed cock, forming a major prolapse for a moment or two. And yet he didn't fully pull out...

His hips jolted as Roulf rammed himself home, a sickening feeling in his belly as Roulf's cock bulged him out obscenely. His asshole was trying desperately to repel the invader, succeeding in nothing but tearing itself open with the effort, blood coursing down Roulf's cock as he brutalized his new bitch, digging into Tobyn's depths. Each pull back was as painful as the resulting thrust forward thanks to Roulf's razor sharp barbs tearing their way through Tobyn's impossibly stretched anal passage. He would never feel the same now...he had been utterly violated.

It went on like that for hours. Roulf grunting and slamming harder and faster by the second, pulverizing Tobyn's anus. The bloody shit-streaked mess of Roulf's cock was cleansed in Tobyn's unprepared asshole by friction alone. Each jarring pull back would prolapse his anus, each bone-rattling thrust forward shoving him back into place. Eventually, he thought the pain might subside and at least become numbness...how wrong he was.

As the hours passed, Tobyn screamed himself hoarse, coughing up blood from his raw throat as his puffy eyes wouldn't stop pouring tears. Just when he thought he was at his breaking point, Roulf slammed himself home again, those heavy greasy nuts slapping firmly against Tobyn's smaller pair, and the lion unloaded himself deep inside of Tobyn's ruined guts. The wet heat spreading into his bowels made him feel more shame than anything else Roulf had done to him thus far. He had truly been claimed, dominated by the lion in the worst possible way.

By the time Roulf was done, Tobyn's belly was an obscene bulge of cum, the lion yanking back so hard it sent another painful jolt through Tobyn's body. Finally free of the incredible pressure in his body, Tobyn collapsed forward and sobbed in a puddle of blood, piss and cum, his anus still searing with pain, fresh cum oozing over his bloody anal flesh, dribbling down his balls and joining the mess on the floor. He laid there just like that, a sobbing ruined mess as Roulf sneered down at him, shaking his head in disgust. "I'll be back for you bitch, I'm gonna go wash my dick off in the stream. Be ready for round two..." He cackled as he strolled out of the dungeon-like room, up the stairs and disappearing. Tobyn was alone, sobbing into the mess of fluids surrounding him, marked...claimed...destroyed....

Chapter 10: The Aftermath

Tobyn was shaking wildly, lying there on the stone floor in a pool of fluids. Everything had happened so quickly it felt like - and yet he had been there for hours upon hours servicing the filthy lion. He was feeling a whirlwind of emotions, but worst of all was the pain he was feeling. His anus was screaming, throbbing wildly. Every slight move he made caused another torrent of thick cum to gurgle out of his ruined asshole, pouring down his legs.

Yet his heartbeat quickened as he lay there contemplating...he was alone, truly alone now. The beast of a lion must have thought he was too weak to do much else than lie there on the ground. The sound of the heavy door slamming shut above him confirmed it - Roulf had left him to his own devices. A flutter of hope warmed his chest as he struggled to his hands and knees, wincing at the pain radiating through his body.

Now was his chance...did he have the strength to do it? He crawled slowly towards the stool that Roulf had been occupying, wincing as the stench of the filthy lion was still very much present in the room. That, or it was so caked into his fur that he'd never smell anything else again. That was a problem to deal with later. For now, he gripped the stool and struggled to pull himself to his feet, gasping out and struggling to see through his puffy teary eyes.

He was up! He was standing, albeit on wildly trembling legs. His knees were knocking together as he tried to regain his gait, chest heaving as he spluttered, cum and saliva dribbling out of his mouth as he took just a moment to get ahold of himself. In spite of the burning pain he knew he had to push on. He didn't have the time to feel sorry for himself just yet...Roulf could come back at any second.

He limped as quickly as he could towards the stairs, his heart beating faster as he managed to claw his way step by step towards the exit. He could do this! The horrid sight and smell of the stone room below littered with grungy armor pieces and bodily fluids was behind him as he peaked the stairs, limping out onto the main floor. That heavy door was just ahead of him now, and he lunged for it, leaving a trail of bloody cum behind him.

He wrenched the massive door open, the blast of fresh air hitting his face was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. It was nighttime now, the moonlight bathing the woods before him as he stood on the doorstep, shivering a bit from the cool night air that curled around him. Freedom was his! He looked around frantically, searching for a sign of the fetid lion. Judging by how fresh the air smelled right now, he was nowhere close.

Tobyn whimpered as he lurched out of the door, limping into the woods, his heart soaring as he saw no sign of trouble. He had begun to wonder if he'd ever escape, even after just a single encounter with the lion he'd felt doomed. Yet here he was, limping into the woods, headed towards the open air.

When he finally broke the woods and made it into the field beside the castle, he burst into tears, joyful tears. He'd made it this far, he might just be alright! He briefly considered seeking help from the guards stationed at the gate but decided against that course of action. If even one of them was in league with Sir Roulf, he was in a world of trouble. No...he would have to abandon the castle town and head for his village. The elders would know what to do!

Painfully, he set out down the path towards his village. Every limping step sent another jolt of fiery pain through his body. He didn't mind the pain now as much as he did before...this pain was good. It symbolized his escape, reminded him that he would never have to see Sir Roulf and his stinking, fetid genitals again.

Tobyn was passing by a stream, and he glanced down at himself in the water's reflection. He was mortified. He didn't even look like himself anymore! The naked husky's previously white fur was gone, replaced by the yellowing brown stained mess that was his fur now. Tangled and knotted, matted in places. He had been marked from head to toe, dripping in Roulf's various fluids.

He wrinkled up his nose and decided enough was enough. He was going to rid himself of the stink. He lurched down into the stream, falling to his knees on the rough sandy bed of the stream, the cool water immediately lapping over his lower body, causing a massive sigh of relief. It felt good in ways it really shouldn't. As if it was his first time bathing in many years...

He reached down and frantically started scrubbing at his lower body, running the water through the knotted mess of fur, closing his eyes and letting the stream wash away his humiliation. After a few moments, he fell back completely, letting the water course over his entire body, using his hands idly to untangle bits of his fur that had gotten the worst of the knotting.

After a fair amount of time had passed, he managed to claw his way out of the stream, wheezing as he cleared his lungs, closing his eyes and wringing his body out in typical canine fashion, shaking madly as water flew from his body in every direction. A heated twinge of pain in his rectum reminded him of what he was running from.

He blearily opened his stinging, tear-stained eyes to stare down at his reflection in the water again, and nearly screamed in horror. He'd just spend what felt like hours scrubbing himself in the stream, rinsing the filth from his body. He'd felt it sliding off of him, he'd _felt_his fur getting cleaner!

And yet as he stared down at his reflection, all he saw was the muddy brownish-yellow fur he'd had when he left Roulf's home. Albeit a little fainter in color than before, he was still so far from his white fur that he wanted to cry again. This wasn't right, this wasn't fair! How unwashed did Roulf have to be to do this sort of thing to another living creature? That his stench and filth would remain after a bath?

Tobyn shook his head in disgust and focused on his path, turning his gaze from the stream as he limped his way down the road, doing his best not to think about everything. However he couldn't keep his thoughts from his best friend Gwatkin. What had happened to the feline? Was he alive? Was he safe? Maybe he'd made it back to the village. God, he hoped so...

By the time the buildings of his village came into view again, the sun was rising once more. The bright rays of morning light filtered over Tobyn as he limped pathetically down the path to his village's main gate. His eyes swept over the village, searching desperately for signs of Gwatkin, or the village's cart and horses. The village was quiet yet.

Tobyn felt tears brimming in his eyes again as he realized he was entirely nude, his shame on full display for whoever might wander out and look at him. He shook that thought away and headed towards Gwatkin's house, the squat building just a few down from his own. He was gasping and panting as he made it up the small wooden ramp to the door, banging on it frantically, calling Gwatkin's name with a trembling voice.

"Gwatkin?! Gwat! Please, answer me Gwatkin!" His voice was shaking, sounding just seconds away from exploding into sobs. In truth, he was. He sniffled hard and banged a few more times, managing to wake the neighbors up, a few people poking their heads out of windows and shouting at the frantic husky.

Tobyn's banging got louder and more insistent as he got no response, finally feeling himself break down into sobs, falling to the ground and collapsing against his best friend's door. No...where could he possibly be? Had he gone back into the castle town? Tobyn had hoped the injured feline would make his way back home and seek help...yet nobody had come to Tobyn's rescue, so that meant...

"Gwatkin is safe, recovering in our healer's hut. Rest yourself young man..." The booming voice of the village Chieftain startled Tobyn, looking up with tears streaming down his face. Vision blurred, he stared up at the resolute male wolf. The news turned his frantic tears of sorrow into a moment of joy, his body shaking as he sobbed some more.

"It seems you also should see our healer...I fear what you may have endured on your venture into the castle. Come, Tobyn. Let us tend to your wounds..." The wolf offered an arm for Tobyn, the husky grabbing it and allowing himself to be hoisted to his feet. He was still bleeding from his anus, and had left a small stain of blood on Gwatkin's doorstep. The wolf's nose must have detected the stench lingering around him...

Every breath Tobyn drew was still rife with Roulf's stench. Every time he closed his eyes he could picture the knight's face clearly. Even worse, he could still feel his bodily filth caked into his fur. Even though he'd bathed in the stream...he knew it wasn't possible yet still he could swear he had sweaty ball slime tangled up in his fur.

The elder wolf led Tobyn to a hut just a few doors down from Gwatkin, knocking lightly at the door. The village healer, a vixen, opened the door and smiled up at the Chieftain. Tobyn was passed into her care as the Chieftain left, the vixen helping ease Tobyn into her hut, shutting the door behind them. "Ohhh, you poor dear. You and your friend must have been through a terrible ordeal...lie down here please, I'll take good care of you both..." The vixen's voice was soothing, reassuring. It didn't take much to get Tobyn to lie down, already feeling his eyelids flutter as sleep threatened to overtake him. His head turned on the stone bed he had been laid on, a smile stretching his features as warmth flooded his body. Just next to him on a similar stone bed was his best friend, the timid feline Gwatkin. With a bandaged head and snores coming from his slumbering frame, it looked like things might just be okay after all...