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Slave's Favor

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Lord Hector remained in the stone building with Sidney as the fox cleaned everything, followed by himself. Sidney was perfectly happy to have his master so close by, still able to smell the stag despite the reasonable distance between them. The slave was happily going about the task, giving every last part of the cleaning job his ultimate attention in an attempt to make his master even more pleased. Lord Hector was happy with him; the thought almost made him forget about Ulric... almost.

Sidney glanced to his master; Lord Hector had a brush in his hands and was casually smoothing out his silvery fur. Although the fox desperately wanted to speak about the leonine slave master, he realized that it was not his place. Lord Hector had promised him that Ulric would not cause harm to him, and that would be enough. It should have been enough. Although Sidney had complete faith and trust in his benevolent master, he could not shake the feeling of dread.

The stag looked up the moment Sidney wrung the mop out into the bucket. "Are you done?"

The fox paused halfway through the motion of putting the mop back into the small storage closet. He glanced at the mop, then to the floor, then to Lord Hector, "I..." he paused, looking back at the floor. Was his master displeased with his work? It wasn't clean enough? Had he missed a spot? A faint whine almost escaped the fox as he softly spoke, "Yes?"

"Good." Lord Hector commented, "Once everything is put away, meet me outside." and, with that, the platinum-furred elk stood and casually strolled to the door. He opened it and stepped through closing it softly behind him leaving Sidney alone in the room. The fox swallowed his unease and put away the rest of his cleaning equipment, then hurriedly went out into the open courtyard after his master.

Lord Hector stood a dozen feet away from the door, hands on his hips, gazing skyward to the lightening sky to the east; the pre-dawn horizon shed the faintest light across the morning mist, leaving Sidney shivering. The early hours were not abnormally cold, but the fox still shivered. The faint corona of light cast off of his master's fur mixed with the hanging haze of fog and gave the stag an unearthly glow so ephemeral, so amazing, that the fox felt his still-aching groin begin to stir anew, which counted for far more of the shudder than the temperature. Sidney fought back the growing erection with the skills he had learned as a personal slave, but only barely succeeded.

"Sidney," the buck inquired, causing the fox to almost bark in surprise as his attention was immediately called to order.

"Yes, Master." the slave moved obediently to his side and knelt, gazing down at the grass. Thankfully, the movement and requirement for self-reflection helped ease his body's reaction, though he could still smell the hypnotic, tantalizing musk of his master, and Sidney could only come to the conclusion that he would never be free of arousal while his beloved Lord Hector was near.

"I have a set of orders for you to complete before the morning comes." the stag stated, "You will not be going back to bed."

"I would stay up a hundred nights if you wished, Master." Sidney vowed, though, mentally, he continued to consider ways that 100 nights could be spent better than just sleeping if Lord Hector were involved. He drifted upon the scent of the buck, giddy at the proximity of his amazing master. Despite the fatigue caused by the Sardassi, Sidney could still feel his pulse quicken as he considered all of the things that he might do for his master in private if not for their clothes. He avoided licking his muzzle at the thought.

"Do you understand?" Lord Hector questioned, pulling Sidney suddenly out of his daydream. The fox panicked. What had his master said? What had Lord Hector demanded of him while he was, like a fool, caught up in his own mind? Sidney began shaking faintly, his tail tucking as he knelt on the ground.

"I... I'm sorry, Master..." Sidney whimpered, "I... the..."

A calming hand came down to rest upon his head between his ears, "Calm yourself, Sidney... calm." the buck softly stroked his head. The shivering did not stop-- if anything it intensified as he reveled in his master's caring touch. "You may still be feeling some of the effects of the Sardassi... tell me... are you well?"

"I... don't know, Master. I think I am."

"Are you unable to carry out my wishes?" the stag inquired, slowly removing his hand from the fox's head.

"I would die before I was unable, Master." the fox stated with conviction.

"Good... now listen to me, Sidney..." Lord Hector began, and Sidney did.

"I want you to return to the work shed; do not go inside. Busy yourself with stacking the loose wood by the chopping block into a neat pile beside the shed. You will do this until the sun is half-way over the horizon." the stag's hand returned to his head, "Do you understand this much?"

"I do, Master." Sidney confirmed.

"Good." the hand patted him on the head, then moved to his shoulder, "Come." and the stag walked back with him on tow toward the main portion of the courtyard. Once the two had gone a dozen yards, Lord Hector continued, but spoke in a quieter tone, "Once the sun has risen to its appointed spot you are to return to the Sardassi." The two walked several more paces before the buck added, "That is all."

Sidney stopped in his tracks. What Lord Hector asked of him was simple enough, but it didn't make sense. Once he returned to the Sardassi, then what? What was he supposed to do? He paused, his tail starting to tuck again as the elk turned to regard him, "Is something wrong, Sidney?"

"I do not understand, Master." the fox whimpered.

"You do not understand my directions?" Lord Hector inquired, looking to him.

Sidney lowered his gaze so he could avoid looking his master in the eyes, "I do not understand what I am to do once I return to the Sardassi." he clarified.

"That is the end of my series of orders, Sidney." the stag explained, "Whatever you do after that is up to you." and, with that, Lord Hector walked off toward the house, "I will call for you in the afternoon, Sidney-- until then, do not neglect your Slave Master duties."

Sidney stood in place for several seconds, almost failing in an attempt to fight back a whimper. The fox made no attempt to try and guess at his master's meaning. He knew that Lord Hector was far wiser and learned then he and, while he would never presume to guess what was on his master's mind, Sidney truly had no idea why he received the instructors that he had been given. He let out a sigh, but it caught half in his throat as Lord Hector suddenly turned to face him, "One more thing, Sidney..."

The fox was immediately attentive, "Yes, Master."

"You may not reveal any information about the Sardassi to anyone... do you understand?" the stag's voice was firm and even, but the fox had no illusions that a cold threat of horrific punishment would befall anyone who disobeyed that command.

"With all I am, Master." Sidney promised.

"Good." the stag nodded, "I will see you this afternoon, Sidney..." and, as he walked away, the stag added, "I know you will not let me down."

"You are always right, Master." Sidney spoke almost inaudibly, and turned to make his way back to the work shed.

The fox was rarely assigned to physical labor; it was not one of the standard tasks for a house slave. Despite the exertion, Sidney could not wholly say it was something he disliked-- there was a purity of form to it... a simplicity that allowed him to keep his body moving without having to involve his mind. The methods for which he was required to be physical in his prior position usually required the investment of his mind-- a kind of careful observation of everything he did and everything that was done to him. He had to be able to act and react to every move, every need, every demand whether it be in bed, or just in general.

He'd heard it called intellectual rape by another bedroom slave-- being required to invest oneself in the act so fully for the sake of another without any interest (or sometimes, the direct opposition) of wanting to. Sidney was much less melodramatic; to him, it was simply his lot in life. Regardless, the fox had rarely been given so free an opportunity to let his mind wander as he went through the motions of a repetitive task of stacking wood. He managed his job with a faint wag, enjoying the freedom of being able to let his mind wander.

The fox was in good shape of course, as it had been required of him ever since he was first sold as a pleasure slave. The task of moving chopped wood from one place to another was neither strenuous nor exhausting, but it did get his circulation going and, after over an hour, even managed to get him panting lightly. Despite the fox's propensity for distraction, however, he did as was requested and completed his task as the sun rose half-way above the horizon.

Sniffing at himself, Sidney sighed; the physical exertion had brought up the power of his body odor. Excessive musky scent from a pleasure slave was frowned upon but, he reminded himself, he was not a pleasure slave. Regardless, Sidney promised himself that he would clean up before his day officially started. Before that, however, he was to check on the Sardassi.

Sidney loped to the stone building at a quick pace, the activities of the morning, strangely, added vigor to his step rather than taking it away. The fox moved to the door and reached a paw out for the doorknob, but froze in place; when he left, Sidney had closed the door completely but, as he stood gazing at it, the portal was ajar. The fox slowly opened the door, but not before brushing his knuckles against it several times in a quiet knock, "Lord Hector?" he called mutedly. "Master?" Gazing into the room, Sidney stopped dead in his tracks by what he saw.

A powerful hum met his ears the moment the door was open wide enough for him to see. The Sardassi was powered to full and bluish-green emanation cast flickering light and long, dancing shadows throughout the room. Energy crackled from the device and its restraints, coursing with power, held fast despite the constant thrashing of the Sardassi's user. The artifact, to Sidney's surprise, was not occupied by Lord Hector, rather, the current user was Ulric... and it was readily obvious that he did not know how it worked.

The lion's back was fully arched, teeth clenched as sparks cascaded off his whiskers like miniature fireworks. His paws gripped at the stone table, toes splaying and clenching intermittently as he fought against the restraints, which were solid energy, which flexed only enough to give the illusion of progress-- Sidney knew the feeling well... he himself had been subjected to it less than a pawful of hours before. Unlike his own experience, however, the lion had apparently not been informed of its proper use; lightning arced across his chest as a completed circuit lanced between the restraints on either wrist.

Ulric continued to thrash in place, jolts of energy shooting up either leg from the lasso of electricity restraining his ankles. Sidney, despite his surprise and alarm at the situation, had his attention drawn to the glowing ring that adorned the lion's erect shaft. The ring glowed with as much ferocity as the bindings, and it visibly vibrated with the strumming jolts of power that were fed to it from each of Ulric's limbs. The lion's tortured member pulsed and heaved constantly, covered with remnants of multiple releases. A faint, constant dribble of fluid leaked out of it, no longer able to be considered ejaculate, as the pool on the floor hinted that the tortured slave master was obviously long-since spent.

As Sidney watched, the lion's back arched further, and his paws clamped down on either side of the machine. The energy coursing through his body snapped and crackled, creating little eddies of back flow across Ulric's body, appearing not unlike the strange glowing runes inscribed into the sides of the artifact itself. The lion roared, but it was a feeble sound, a combination somewhere between a raspy cough and a sob. Despite his obvious exhaustion and his body's spent reserves, the Sardassi somehow managed to coax even more from him, and the fox watched in awe as the lion's heaving shaft was forced to give up even more to the insatiable artifact's ruthless will.

Ulric groaned and went slack as the device lessened its flow of energy into the tortured lion. Sidney knew that it would not remain idle for long, so he quickly spoke up, "Ulric?" he murmured quietly, tail tucked, ears back.

The lion looked up slowly, tongue panting out of his muzzle as his eyes fought to focus, "S... sid...ney?" he wheezed. Ulric's eyes met his. Sidney watched as a small sheen of green light danced across the lion's pupils. "Mmm... you look good like that..." a pained grin came to Ulric's muzzle, tongue licking the parched lips, "come a little closer and turn around... let me see that cute little tail of yours..." The fox did not miss the little crackling motes of energy that snapped between Ulric's teeth and tongue.

"It's the Sardassi, Ulric... you're not looking at the real me." Sidney explained. In any normal circumstance, the fox would have done as directed, but he realized that Ulric was not in control of his own body, much less the situation. It was strange to see the lion so subdued... so helpless; something about the situation made the fox that much less intimidated of him.

"I'm surprised..." Ulric continued, panting, "I thought Lord Hector would have ordered you pulled apart by two teams of horses... instead.... he shows you... how to use this... thing..." the lion began to struggle anew as the faint hum of the Sardassi raised in pitch.

"Stop struggling... it only makes it worse." Sidney explained, and he took a step closer.

"Heh... I like the way you make that sound..." Ulric licked his muzzle again, "Usually that's my line." the predatory gaze in the lion's eyes made the fox take an involuntary step back. A crackle of energy shot through Ulric's body, and his grin disappeared, but the gaze remained.

"It's going to start again." Sidney spoke, gazing away from the lion's hungry stare.

"It's... it's so good..." Ulric purred, and another jolt of energy caused him to wince, "but... it hurts... it hurts so much..." and he began struggling anew.

"Ulric... stop fighting it." Sidney pleaded, unable to watch as the large slave master as sent into a fit of groans and gasps. The fox wanted to explain more, but he had promised Lord Hector. The lion continued to struggle, and the Sardassi only increased its power. By that time, Ulric had once more become distressed.

"Sidney..." the lion gasped, "Sidney... make it... oh GODS... make it STOP!" the lion writhed as much as the faint give of the restraints would allow, squirming atop the stone table as his spent member was forced to attention once again, quivering at the unreal demands of the device.

The fox moved up beside the Sardassi and knelt down next to it. Ulric's paw, barely two inches from Sidney's head, was spasming uncontrollably, claws digging ineffectively at the stone surface as the lion whimpered through another induced orgasm. "Make it stop..." the slave master whimpered, the plea barely audible, "...make it stop..." he sobbed.

Sidney leaned closer to the device, "Sardassi'en ee'nu." he whispered to it, and the strong thrumming of energy left the room immediately. Several simultaneous metal *clank*s later, and the exhausted lion fell to the floor. Sidney knelt down, resting a paw in front of Ulric's muzzle and felt for a breath; the lion was still breathing. Ulric let out a long, agonizing groan. "Stay here." Sidney stated, and he ran to the cleaning closet.

The fox had dealt with cleaning supplies often enough to recognize an enchanted storage closet when he saw one, and the one in the Sardassi building was no exception. Sidney opened the door and grabbed the cleaning bucket. Although it had been put away dirty, it had since been made pristine, and pure water sloshed around within it. He moved quickly back to the prone lion, and slowly helped him to sit up, groaning under the lion's massive frame.

"Here..." Sidney offered, cupping a pawful of water and raising it to the lion's muzzle. With a growl and a clumsy shove, Ulric pushed Sidney back and grabbed hold of the bucket. The lion raised the entire container and began drinking greedily of its contents. Water sloshed down either side of his muzzle, further drenching the lion's already sweat-covered fur. Ulric moved the bucket aside, setting it on the ground to his right as he leaned to his left and vomited.

Unwilling to continue watching, Sidney quickly went back to the supply closet and gathered the mop-- Ulric had made quite a mess... and not just with the vomit. No words passed between them as the lion lay on the ground and the fox moved about the room. Sidney took a cloth to the far wall; he could only imagine what Ulric must have gone through if he somehow ejaculated on a wall nearly 20' away from the Sardassi. The entire room smell of the lion, and Sidney knew that cleaning everything to spotless perfection would not be an easy task. His pondering ended the moment heavy paw landed on the his shoulder, gripping it tightly. Sidney yelped.

A broad muzzle bumped the top of his head and its nose drew through his fur as the large form behind him shivered, "You have a girly scent, Sidney." Ulric spoke into his fur, "You'd be a disgrace to males everywhere, except..."

"Except?" Sidney asked, his voice high in his throat as his tail curled between his legs.

"Except you smell so damn GOOD..." the lion rumbled. A second paw clamped down on the fox's hips and pulled him back against the slave master behind him. Sidney felt Ulric's naked groin press against the small of his back, and the fox's eyes went wide in surprise. The lion began to lick the top of Sidney head, kneading his shoulder as he spoke, "I hear pleasure slaves can do things that most folks only dream of."

Slowly, but purposefully, Sidney snaked a paw back around between their bodies until his fingers encircled the other male's flesh. Ulric let out a powerful purr at the touch, though the sound was laced with agony at the stimulation on his overworked member. Sidney's paw slid down to the base of Ulric's shaft and the lion just started to thrust into the touch when the fox unclipped the ring that had still been in place. Ulric let go of him immediately.

Sidney stepped away from the lion, who fell to his knees, trembling. "It is the Sardassi." the fox explained, placing the ring into the cleaning cloth he had been using, knowing better than to hold it with exposed flesh, "Ulric... are you alright?"

The lion continued staring at the ground, entire body quivering. He remained there for some time as his body slowly began to relax and the shaking ceased. Ulric stood then purposefully walked over to a side table where his loincloth lay. the lion picked it up, walked to the water bucket, dipped his paw into it, and then cleaned off his groin. Still, without saying a word, Ulric donned his loincloth and passed by Sidney; he did not make eye contact.

The fox watched him go, closing his eyes as he took a steadying breath. Sidney opened his eyes once his heart had stopped racing and he glance down to the ring in his possession. The object appeared to be at rest, the stones embedded in it lacked the glow that he had seen so many times. Lord Hector said that it would affect whomever held it when it was in proximity to the Sardassi and that it shouldn't be touched. Sidney continued looking down at the ring he held in the cloth and slowly went to place it back down on the table where it had been before Ulric's intrusion.

He stared at the ring as it sat on the table. It was a simple little thing... strange that it would have such a powerful effect on people. He thought back to Ulric's grip on him, and the lion's naked groin pressed needfully against his back. Making a face, Sidney quickly used the cloth in his paw to wipe the remnants of Ulric's excitement from his fur.

The ring's power over the lion had been absolute, and the drying saliva on Sidney's head was proof of that. The fox gazed down to his own loincloth and the tent therein. He looked to the ring again then back to the firmness between his legs. Did the ring have that much power over him too, or was the truth much more concerning? Shaking the thought from his mind, Sidney returned to work; the room was very, VERY messy.