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Far From Home

Chapter Three

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

10thSeptember, 2021.

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For an unknown time, Sebastian hung there, feeling sick to his stomach from both whatever the stranger had forced down his throat - and what was going to happen to himself and his beloved brother. His paws ached, his tail cramped and his feet long ago lost any and all feeling. One thing that he had feeling left in - and he wished he did not - was the terrible ache from his groin.

It felt like he'd never become flaccid again, so engorged was his penis, it literally was borderline causing him actual pain.

What was in that drink? His mind screamed at him.

He tried to speak, but the crude gag only allowed him a weak, whimpering sob. Suddenly, he heard a choking cough and twisting himself to the right, he saw Richard violently struggling as he regained consciousness, his eyes narrowed in anger, as he fought to free himself.

Who are they? Why are they hurting us? What do they want __from us? Sebastian wept, feeling such terror he thought his heart might very well cease.

Something moved into his field of view, and Sebastian shook his head, flinging away the tears that blurred his vision as he frowned and tilted his head down as much as he could.

His soulful eyes gazed into the dark brown ones of a strangely clad vixen, who stood a few feet away. She was dressed in what looked like deerskin jerkin that ended about mid-way down her thighs. Two feathers had been tied to a braid from behind her left ear and her black furred paws and feet were bereft of clothing.

Walking around them, she adopted a thoughtful look as she examined them front and back, coming back around to look up into Sebastian's eyes.

"I know you can understand me - " She spoke quietly, in heavily accented english, but english all the same. I will be your translator, as you do not speak the tribal dialect."

Richard twitched and struggled again, but as he bindings on his paws tightened, he quickly relent his paws turning numb. With a sigh, the Vixen walked over and placed her paw on Richard's thigh, feeling it quivering.

"Calm yourself..."

Calm? Richard's mind reeled. Calm? How can I be calm when my beloved brother and I are facing a fate of...

As if reading his thoughts - the Vixen shook her head gently. "Calm yourself, no harm has come to you or yours..."

Richard growled and flexed in the bindings, but it was expertly done and all he did was make them even tighter around his wrists.

"I let you down if you promise to calm..."

Sebastian sniffled and flicked his gaze at Richard, who glanced back. Seeing the look of pleading in his brothers eyes, Richard visibly relaxed from his tense pose and the vixen nodded, hearing Richard exhale loudly through his nose, his tense musculature easing.

A large male anthropomorphic wolf approached, wearing nothing but a deerskin loincloth. At the vixen's gesture, he nodded and quickly loosened the coarse ropes that bound both Kangaroo's, allowing their feet to touch the ground. Both of them whimpered and sobbed, feeling the ache of pins and needles stabbing into their feet as the blood rushed back into them.

Crossing his arms, the Wolf watched with unblinking yellow eyes fixated on both the tied kangaroo's, as the vixen quickly stepped back and sized the two of them up. They knew they were helpless - so they did their best to co-operate, even though their paws were still tied up over their heads.

"You not wild beasts?" Asked the Vixen, frowning.

Sebastian's eyes widened, then he shook his head from side to side.

As she reached up and untied the leather gag, Sebastian gasped and winced, then yelped in fright as the Wolf stared at him, a slow, threatening smile spreading across his muzzle as he showed off sharp, powerful fangs.

"We're...we're not..." Sebastian swallowed. "We're not...a threat, please...believe us!"

Curious, the Vixen edged closer, her senses on high alert, as she looked at Sebastian, who whimpered and quivered.

"You are...not like Ironfang - " Pondered the Vixen, as she walked around Sebastian again, trailing her fingertips lightly over him. "Nor you like this one..."

""I'm..." Sebastian flinched, unable to help himself, as her blunt claws tickled him. "I'm... we..."

Fearing his brother was close to hysteria, Richard answered for him. "We're Kangaroo's!"

Frowning, the Vixen looked at Ironfang, who rolled his shoulders in a wolfen shrug.

"What is - kangaroo?"

Sebastian looked at Richard, who gazed back, then frowned as he struggled to think of how to answer her. Reaching out, the Vixen placed both black gloved paws on Sebastian's chest, her claws pricking through the fur and touching the skin beneath.

"Fur is soft..."

Sebastian bit his lower lip, trying desperately not to tremble.

"Kangaroo is...definitely not like Ironfang..."

No...oh, please don't... Sebastian's mind pleaded, as his paws started to curl inwards as the curious Vixen's fingers slid downwards.

Her fingers brushed against his furred scrotum and Sebastian squealed - he couldn't help it, as his cry rang out, the Vixen snatched her paw back and frowned. Panting heavily, Sebastian shuddered and hung his head. He was scared, his entire body hyper-sensitive to touch and when she'd touched him there...

"I'm sorry - " Sebastian sobbed, great wracking sobs torn from him. "I'm...I mean I've - "

Tilting her head to the side, the Vixen's eyes widened. "Oh... oh! Kangaroo has never... "

"He's never made love with a woman - " Richard spoke up, hating himself for doing it, but trying to protect his brother and hopefully turning her attentions towards him.

Surprised, the Vixen looked over at Richard, then back at Sebastian who sniffled and hung his head in shame and guilt.

"It is...sacred, for female and male too - " Began the Vixen, then looked at Ironfang. "Is Kangaroo...oh..."

"Gay... yes..." Come Sebastian's weak sob. "I am..."

Scratching her ear, the Vixen frowned, looking from Sebastian to Richard, then back again. "He...is female?"

"Not in the... in that way, no, he's not." Richard murmured.

Frowning, the Vixen spoke at length to Ironfang, whose eyebrows raised and he replied to her. Sebastian glanced sideways at his brother, wondering what the two were discussing.

"I think I - so, he is...not female..."

"No..." Richard spoke calmly.

"He is...adult?"

"Yes, I am - " Sebastian answered her. "I'm an adult and..."

With a snort, Ironfang growled something and the Vixen spoke up, causing a brief but heated argument between the two.

"I don't like this - " Richard whispered to Sebastian, who swallowed and trembled.

"You, kangaroo!" Snapped the Vixen, as she gestured at Sebastian.

"Me?" Sebastian's eyes widened as his muzzle fell open.

"Ironfang decide punishment for your desecration..."

"I..." Sebastian whimpered, his ears folding flat against his neck.

With a grin, Ironfang pointed down at his loincloth, which started tenting.

Sebastian's eyes grew large like a full moon and he whimpered.

"You got to be kidding...." Richard moaned.

Smiling, the Vixen walked away and returned shortly after with a rough wooden bowl, in which some strangely scented fluid was held. As she held the bowl up to his muzzle, he sniffed it, then pulled his head away and shuddered.

"No...please - I can't..." He pleaded.

"Trust in this - " Whispered the Vixen, as she grasped his ears and pulled his head back, then poured it into his muzzle and dropped the bowl, then rubbed his throat.

Sebastian choked and gurgled, trying not to swallow the bitter liquid, but the rubbing of his throat made him swallow it.

"This will help you - " She told him, then shuddered, as if remembering some long forgotten painful memory. "I know..."

Sebastian choked again, before his eyes grew unfocused and he slumped, his body seemingly turning to jelly as the powerful drug took swift affect on him. Quickly, the Vixen untied the bindings on his paws and with a grunt, she caught him as he fell.

"What did you do to him!" Richard wailed, as he struggled in the bindings.

"This will...help him - trust me..."

Saliva drooled from Sebastian's muzzle, as he was pushed over, his paws slapping against the ground. He made weak, nonsensical grunts and moans, as Ironfang grinned and moved towards the buck. Strong paws encircled Sebastian's hips as Ironfang grunted and moved closer.

"Oh..." Sebastian's low moan come from his throat.

Ironfang growled in frustration, and from where Richard stood, he saw the firming length poking and thrusting against Sebastian's tail, then his furred scrotum and at last, with a growl, he found the warm slit of Sebastian's cloaca.

Sebastian panted and his paws contracted as he felt the wolf's penis poke him sharply, before it found the right angle and Ironfang tightened his grip and started vigorously thrusting.

"Urgh..." Sebastian gurgled.

He'd never experienced any male that even come close to what was being thrust inside him right then and there. Indeed, the Vixen's words filled his mind and he was thankful for the strange drug she'd given him as Ironfang altered his angle again and Sebastian instinctively crouched lower and raised his hips up.

Richard was torn between fear for his brother and the unmistakable noises which quickly come from Sebastian, whose paws contracted and relaxed as he moaned and shuddered. Firmly, Ironfang held Sebastian's quivering body, as he thrust again and again, his muzzle falling open as he began panting vigorously.

Please don't tie with him... Richard's mind reeled.

Ironfang tried, yet due to Sebastian's engorged length and the natural tightness of his cloaca - whilst the Wolf drove himself down to the knot - it wasn't physically possible to tie with Sebastian. Sebastian's eyes squeezed closed, his ears slicked back and he shuddered as if he was wracked with fever. His moans become loud, piercing squeals as he experienced the enthusiasm and power behind the Grey Wolf who growled and twitched.

"He's close - I can tell - " Whispered the Vixen to Richard.

Richard watched, as Ironfang's jaws closed on Sebastian's nape.

No...not there... Richard whimpered silently, eyes going wide.

Sebastian squealed and jumped up, nearly forcing Ironfang off, but the wily wolf kept his grip as Sebastian's penis flickered and a powerful orgasm sent his seed spurting at least seven feet before it touched the ground. Ironfang snickered, using his weight to push Sebastian back down, as he bit down a little harder.

"Urgh..." Sebastian yelped, another powerful orgasm shooting from his penis and splattering over the ground.

Ironfang held the shaking kangaroo tight, working Sebastian like a fine instrument. Staring, the Vixen's muzzle fell open as she watched Sebastian gasping and panting, his penis dribbling its seed from the tip.

As if sensing his plaything was spent, Ironfang snorted through his nostrils and pulled Sebastian even tighter against his hips, spreading apart the cloaca as he threw back his head and howled in a long, deep cry of lust and triumph.

Sebastian felt the hot semen of the wolf fill him and then some - he'd never experienced anything like it, his muscular contractions squeezing and milking the large canid penis that strained and twitching within him.

Wet, squelching sounds come from the exhausted Kangaroo's cloaca as Ironfang held him tight, lifting Sebastian clean off his long, slender hind feet as he ground his groin against the kangaroo, finally shuddering with the release of the endorphins that flooded his body with the last of his orgasm shot inside Sebastian.

"He is..." Gasped the Vixen. "I've never seen such..."

Richard shuddered as Ironfang gasped and slipped free, at least eight or nine inches of wolf penis slurping its way out of Sebastian's cloaca, before Ironfang shuddered and stumbled backwards, falling heavily on his rump as he doubled over and began panting, his muzzle open and drawing great gulping breaths, his saliva thick and ropy as he braced himself with one paw on the ground.

Sebastian's paws gripped the ground, as he gasped and panted, his whole body slick with sweat and the wolf's sticky semen dribbling from his cloaca and puddling on the ground beneath him.

"Sebastian...Sebastian!" Richard cried out.

Weakly, almost as if his paw was made of lead, Sebastian weakly raised it off the ground and gave the barest of nods, before his paw slapped back down and he resumed panting.

Ironfang, with remarkable constitution and resolve, slowly stood and walked over to Richard, whose eyes widened in fear and he began shaking.

"No...please - " Richard begged piteously. "I - I can't..."

Tied as he was, Richard was minimal effort for Ironfang to grip by the scruff of his neck and force the struggling Kangaroo down onto paws and feet. As the Vixen snickered and from a small, crude tent, she brought out a length of rough-sawn timber, about three feet wide and an inch thick. Richard whimpered and sobbed, his fear growing, as Ironfang held him with one paw - easily covering much of Richard's neck, then the Wolf gave a squeeze, demonstrating his strength and the fight instantly went out of Richard as he submit.

"Place paw here and here - " Spoke the Vixen, as she gestured to the spots indicated.

Tearfully, Richard did as he was commanded, and the Vixen strapped down his wrists to the board. His head was pushed down so his chin touched the timber, then a long leather thong was wound around his muzzle, tying under the board.

"Mmmph!" Richard gurgled.

"You quiet!" Whispered the Vixen.

Richard flexed his muscles, but she knew what she was doing, these leather thongs that bound muzzle and wrist were tight and strong - he couldn't get free. He twitched as the rope was pulled upwards, until only his toes and a third of his tail touched the ground.

Satisfied, the Vixen nodded and walked back to the tent, returning with a crude wooden bowl, which she sat about a foot from Richard's suspended body.

Richard trembled, his eyes rolling as he feared the worst - what did they want? What were they going to do to him...

As if sensing his fear, the Vixen smiled, then kissed Richard lightly on the chest, giving him a short, but sharp nip with her teeth in warning.

Message received - Richard's mind warned him. Don't do anything stupid...

Walking behind him, She sensuously stroked his tail from the tip to the base, feeling him squirm and tremble. As her short, blunt claws crept over his hips, Richard flinched and moaned helplessly, but the bindings held him almost completely immobile.

Her leathery paw pads slipped sensuously around his furred hips and one paw cupped the swollen, aching scrotum as she seemed to weigh them in her paws. Richard's penis flicked and squirted a quick slash of pre-ejaculate fluid and she grinned and nuzzled his neck as she moved closer, her forearms encircling his hips.

"Kangaroo is ready..."

Richard shuddered, then he bucked wildly as her left paw gripped his scrotum and the right one enfolded his engorged penis. As she slid her paw backwards, Richard squealed and she yelped as he stamped a foot. His body convulsed in her grip as he ejaculated then and there, much of it spraying wildly and spattering over the bowl and the ground.

"Good - " Snickered the Vixen as she gripped tighter, beginning to masturbate Richard with skill and energy. "You will provide much gift, yes?"

Richard's whimper was torn from his throat, as he thought of the bowl and what the Vixen obviously expected of him...

To Be Continued...