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"You dishonorable MONGRELS!" the white wolf shouted, growling. "You will pay for such disrespect! I will have you all on display in the gallows at the center of the city!"

Forced to kneel and with his hands tied behind his back, the knight showed his teeth and growled up at the bandit leader with fierce bravery.

Slade, the large black wolf that led the group, looked down at him with nothing but a snort, though. These knightly types, growing up pampered in their large estates, had a year or two of sword-fighting lessons with some extremely expensive instructor and thought they were the kings of the world.

"That so?" the leader asked. Unlike the kneeling knight, Slade sat in his tent, on his chair lined up with furs and pelts, looking down at the prisoner his band had captured. "An' how do you intend to do that? My men say you were easily captured."

The knight glared at the two ragged-looking wolves holding him down on his knees with outrage. "They made use of dishonorable techniques! I had challenged one to an official duel, yet they interfered when my guard was down! And not only that but also with poisoned weapons that knocked me out!"

Slade let out a loud laugh. "You foolish knights. Ya hear all these stories o' honor, pride and whatever other crap comes out o' your entitled minds, then you think everyone's gonna play by yer fucked up rules! HAH!"

The large black wolf's laughter seemed to further irritate the white wolf, which only made things funnier.

"Laugh away, mongrel! Your kind is the scourge of this land! Soon, I will be one laughing as you beg for your miserable life in the tribunal of the m-"

Slade interrupted the white wolf's annoying blabbing by slapping the white wolf across the face. Hard enough to force him to let out a surprised whimper.

As soon as he did, Slade could see the redness coming to his face and the inside of his ears. He immediately went back to growling even as the mark of the black wolf's paw remained on the side of his face.

"How DARE you strike me?! Do you not know who I am?!"

Slade snorted. "I got no idea."

That seemed to make the wolf even more outraged. "I am Sir Loran Mooncrest, first knight and heir of the Mooncrest name, honorable knight of the Pride kingdom, lieutenant of the King's forces by noble standing, future governor of all the provinces o-"

Another slap to the face made the white wolf yelp once more and almost tumble to the side. This one, Slade had to admit, he did just for the fun of it. It left the white wolf pretty fuming and huffing in outrage.

"Mooncrest, eh? First heir and knight... That's good to know. That's mighty good to know, pup."

"Don't you dare call me a pup!" the knight yelled, constantly growling.

Slade all but ignored the pup's yelling and the way he tried to struggle out of his binds. The black wolf grinned, rubbing his chin. He could take advantage of this. Very much so. The full armor and weapons the knight was carrying alone were already worth a dozen ambushed caravans on the road. If he was a knight and a noble, then that could also mean...

"...and when I'm done with that, I'll have you all hanging by your TAILS! I will take delight in watching the people throw fruit at you while you await your trial! Disobeying a knight is a crime! Disrespecting a duel, dishonorable conduct, banditry, unlawful-"

Slade slapped the knight for the third time, and while the white wolf recovered from it, he simply looked at his men instead.

"I have plans for 'im," he announced. "He's not to be hurt."

Both wolves holding the knight in place looked at each other. "Boss?"

"But- do take 'im out to the middle of the camp. Tie him to a tree for the time being. You all did good in capturing him. I think that all the good he can bring to us calls for a... celebration."

Slade grinned. The white wolf heard that and responded to it with the same outrage as usual.

"What?! Let me go! I demand you let me go right this instant! I am a KNIGHT of Mooncrest! If you DARE hold me here, I will show no mercy when I g-"

This time, in one quick movement, Slade took one of the sleep poison darts from one of his men's pouch and jabbed it against the white wolf's neck. The wolf's eyes went wide for a moment, but quick-acting as the concentrated poison was, his tongue lolled out of his muzzle and he passed out almost immediately. Slade kneeled in front of him, feeling him up. Nothing broken, everything fine as it was supposed to be. The knight's fur, so different from his own, was well-groomed and perfectly clean. There was no doubt about it. This knight really was foolish enough to think he could come and have a duel with a group of bandits, probably in search of some vain glory to bolster his reputation or whatever.

Well, his reputation would be bolstered alright.

His two men holding the wolf up looked amused. Slade stood up and put a hand on each of their shoulders.

"Tonight, we feast. Bring the kegs of ale we got last week and tell the others I want a bonfire. We're gonna have a good ol' fashioned party," the black wolf said, then he turned his gaze to the unconscious knight, "and Sir Loran here will be the heart of it."

***

From his tent, Slade could hear the knight's outraged shouting outside. He wasn't worried, for their current camp was hidden deep within the forest, way too far for anyone but them to hear his whining. The large black wolf finished up the cup of expensive wine they had recently stolen and grinned. He took his leather armor and shirt off. There would be little need of them at night. That left him with nothing but his ragged, well-worn pair of pants and nothing else. The wolf's broad chest and back were both lined up with scars. Most of them were from his younger days when he was less experienced at not getting beat up, but he still wore them with pride regardless. It helped make some of his men respect him.

Walking out of his tent, the black wolf's toothy grin widened. He was glad to see that, for once, his men had managed to follow his orders correctly, those simple fools.

His band was made of a little over twenty bandits. Out of those, most were canine, but Slade wasn't too picky. He'd take in anyone that proved to be able to handle themselves and obey orders. Somehow, however, all his men had one thing in common: they all sure as hell liked to drink. None of the other tents were as large as his own, but their camp was pretty much made of nothing but a circle of them that had been raised up in a forest clearing. Amidst the circle, at the wide center of their camp, preparations for a large bonfire were being made. The sun was still up, but it wouldn't be for much longer, and word of festivities at night sure as hell got everyone excited.

The kegs of ale were already set up, but they knew better than to break into it without Slade's permission. That didn't stop a lot of the bandits around from being drunk from their own stashes. Reckless fools. Some of them wandered back and forth around the camp, alone or in groups, but a small gathering of them was circling the main attraction of the night.

It did, after all, catch everyone's eyes with the way Slade had told them to set it up. As the black wolf approached, he was pleased to see that everything was as he had ordered it to be.

The moment he walked into the white wolf's line of sight, the knight's eyes shifted to him with unbridled rage.

"YOU! You- you are the leader of these dirty mongrels! Have them let me out right this MOMENT or else-!"

The white wolf still growled and showed his teeth even if Slade could see the way his ears bent back ever so slightly. The way they grew red in shame over being seen by a new pair of eyes in the position he had been laid at.

The once so grandly armored knight had been stripped of all of his possessions. Those were piled up right in front of him, from his clothing to each piece of his armor, so close yet so far. As if being left entirely naked was not enough, however, Slade had also ordered for his men to put him in a... special position.

As instructed, they had cut a hole through a simple board of wood. One wide enough to shove the wolf through, up to his stomach, but not too wide as to allow him to fully pass through. The board had then been stuck to the floor, forcing the wolf to stand bent over with his upper half through the hole while his lower half remained on the other side. Naked as he was, Slade had heard the knight's outraged yelling when forced to stand bent over like that. His hands had remained tied behind his back with a few new loops of rope to make sure they would remain that way.

The black wolf ignored the white wolf's anger and walked around the bound knight to inspect his men's work. His own tail waved back and forth in great amusement seeing the details of the proud knight's predicament.

His tail would surely be tucked between his legs. After all, bent like that and with his rear on full display, surely he would rather appear a coward than show everything off. His men must have noticed that, for they had added the extra detail of wrapping a loop of rope around the middle of the wolf's tail and connecting it to the ropes of his wrists. That forced the knight's tail to remain dully raised, exposing just about everything under it. Tautly stuck on the hole as he was, the wolf's rear remained fully bare with the back of his balls and hefty sheath showing between his legs as well. When Slade made his way behind him, the wolf pressed his legs together in a vain attempt of hiding anything. The black wolf punished that by giving the knight's rear a sound slap.

"OW! Don't you DARE touch me! RELEASE ME!" the knight shouted from the top of his lungs. All it did was invoke laughter from all the bandits encircling him and watching the scene.

Continuing to walk around the wolf, Slade saw that, as per his instructions, they had also looped rope around the wolf's neck, connecting it to a stake stuck on the ground to make sure he would stay bent like that and unable to pull back from the wooden board he was stuck through no matter what. He sure seemed intent on trying, the knight huffing as he pulled and pulled, but in doing so, all he managed to do was cut his own breathing as the rope around his neck grew tighter and the stake did not even budge. Another small wooden support had been placed under his chest to help him stay upright, something the knight didn't look like he was appreciating with the way he thrashed, but he would come to after a few hours stuck in that position.

Finishing his little tour, Slade stopped in front of the wolf, who glared daggers up at him with his teeth bared.

"You filthy mongrel! How dare you put a knight of Mooncrest through this- this... debacle! RELEASE ME! I hereby challenge you to a duel! A duel to the death! Accept it, or be dishonored for life as a coward!"

The black wolf looked down at the knight and opened a wide smile.

"A duel?" he asked, snorting. Seeing him laugh was enough to make his men around the white wolf laugh as well. "You want to duel me, pup? You challenge me?"

"Exactly!" the knight spat. "An honorable duel of arms! The winner takes all! Accept it, or face shame!"

Slade's smile only grew larger.

"Oh, is that how it works? Alright then... guess I've got no choice but to accept it! Ain't that right, folk?" The black wolf raised his arms, asking his men, who in turn just burst out in laughter again.

The knight's ears grew redder at this, but his growling also grew more intense. He went as far as smiling, however. "Good! Then choose your weapon, don your armor, and we'll-!"

Slade interrupted the knight's prattling by bringing his fingers up to his bound snout and flickering his nose with them once. It made the knight wrinkle his snout and try to turn away, but the rope around his neck wouldn't even let him do that properly.

"I choose my fingers as my weapon," the black wolf said in a tone of deep mockery. His men burst into a new wave of laughter.

The white wolf, on the other hand, snarled up at him with rage. "That's ridiculous! You can't do that! Release me so that we c- OW!"

Another flicker right on his nose. Slade gave him a third one, then a fourth, then a fifth, while the knight tried and failed to turn away from them.

"What's wrong? Ya wanted a duel, right? Well, I'm winnin'!" He flickered the knight's nose again, eliciting a new growl before the knight could respond. "Whaddya gonna do about it? I'm winnin' your duel!"

He continued to mock the bound knight, flickering his nose again and again while he tried to speak. He finally pulled his hand back when the wolf attempted to bite at his finger, but he did so with a laugh.

"This isn't a duel! RELEASE ME! Release me so we can fight PROPERLY! WITH HONOR!" the knight shouted.

"Well... you never said anythin' about bein' released. That part of this knight's code or somethin'? Does it say that neither combatant can be bound up an' naked?"

More laughter came from the half-drunk bandits watching the scene. The white wolf seemed to be boiling with fury.

"YES! The knight's code states that both combatants be armored and equipped with their chosen wea-STOP THAT!"

Another flicker against his nose silenced the knight, bringing so much laughter from the bandits that one of them fell over backward and made a ruckus. Slade himself laughed too, then stood up straight and looked down at the knight.

"Well, ain't it too bad that I'm not a knight then, eh? Can't abide by this knight's code if I'm not one. At least not being sworn to the knight's rule code will guarantee I don't end up naked in the middle of a camp of bandits."

The knight frowned deeply with a throaty growl of anger, as usual. Slade took his time laughing with his men at the noble's foolish notions. Wiping a tear from his eyes from all the laughter, the black wolf then turned around, letting his tail slap the bound white wolf's face just for good measure as he turned towards his men.

"Alright," Slade continued, "Weasel." He pointed at a short hyena, a slick, lean and ragged-looking fellow, then motioned for him to approach with a claw. "You gathered everything I asked?"

"Yeah, boss!" The hyena came closer nodding and with a large sack in hand. "We were almost outta love potions! Folk 'round here been usin' it a few too many times at night to sha-"

Slade's paw was quick to grab Weasel's muzzle and clamp it shut. The black wolf took the sack from his hands and gave him an annoyed glance, which was enough to make the small, dumb hyena lower his ears.

"Nah-ah-ah. C'mon. Let's not spoil the surprise o' what's in store for our noble guest."

Glancing back at the white wolf, he saw that that made his eyes narrow. His growling grew in tone, too.

"What's that supposed to mean?! What in all the heavens is a 'love potion'? Such witchcraft does not exist! Whatever you MONGRELS are planning, I will NOT be subject to it! I refuse!"

Slade had to give it to him, Sir Loran sure knew how to keep a high-and-mighty attitude even when half the camp had a full view of his bare ass. Rolling his eyes, however, the black wolf opened the sack, looked inside, and grinned. He shoved his paw in and rummaged through its various contents until he found what he was looking for to pull it out.

"We'll see 'bout that, sir knight."

Between his two claws, the black wolf held a tiny little flask. Courtesy of a special shipment they had raided from the alchemists a few weeks prior. Its effects had been popular among his men and even Slade himself had tried and enjoyed it a few times. Now, however, there was no better use for it than what he had in mind.

Popping the flask opened, the grinning black wolf looked down at the knight. Sir Loran seemed to predict what was coming, for he glared up at the black wolf and snapped his maw shut right away.

"Oh, come on, pup. If you don't collaborate, you're gonna make me start wantin' to punish you for it..."

The knight's eyes narrowed further and he huffed through his nose. There was still a growl coming from his throat, but his maw remained closed shut.

"Very well," Slade shrugged, "don't say I didn't warn ya."

It all happened pretty quickly, which was very much the black wolf's intent. He advanced upon the bound knight, grabbed his neck in a headlock and twisted the white wolf's bound head slightly to the side. The knight yelped over the strain on his neck from both the headlock and the rope around it. He opened his muzzle to growl and attempt to bite and struggle, but the moment he did?

With one dextrous finger, Slade popped the flasks' cap open and in a heartbeat, he dumped its liquid contents straight down the knight's gullet, withdrawing his head before the white wolf could even snap his teeth to bite it. Letting go of him, the black wolf stepped back while the white wolf was left coughing, spitting and thrashing about in his binds in another burst of outrage.

"HOW DARE YOU?!" the white wolf yelled. "YOU- YOU FILTHY, DIRTY MONGREL!" He spat on the ground several times, but Slade knew he had swallowed the mix. The black wolf threw the flask away over his shoulder, grinning again.

"Ya know, the alchemists recommend three drops of it in a glass of water for a 'nice night'. I figured a noble knight like yourself though could handle a slightly increased dose o' that thing, though."

That brought some laughter from his men that were watching the whole show. The knight, of course, was right back to angry growling.

"What does that mean?! What did you feed me? Was it poison?!"

That made the black wolf himself laugh out loud.

"HAH! Why would I bother wastin' poison on you if I have ya bowing down in front of me?" Slade looked down at the white wolf to prove his point. The knight looked up at him with seething hatred.

"I will never, EVER bow to the likes of you! RELEASE ME!"

Going back to thrashing, Slade ignored the knight and picked up the sack back up. He looked inside, rummaging through, and smiled.

"Time for the next step in our little com-"

"SCREW YOU!" the knight shouted, interrupting him. "WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, I WILL PUT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU IN THE DUNGEONS! I WILL HAVE YOU WHIPPED IN THE GALLOWS DAILY! HELLS, I WILL DO THE WHIPPING MYSELF! AND WHEN I GET TIRED OF IT, I WILL HAVE MY SERVANTS START-"

Slade rolled his eyes. The knight's angry shouting was starting to get on his nerves. Getting a new idea, however, the black wolf simply turned toward his men again.

"You, Brute, come here," he said, signaling for a tall, bulky gray wolf to step forward. Brute did, even if reluctantly. Even the knight stopped his ranting, albeit also because he ran out of breath, to watch with an angry glare.

"Yea boss?"

"When was the last time you bathed?"

At that question, the wolf's ears fell back. He looked this way and that, avoiding Slade's gaze, and stammered.

"Uhh- uh- 't was... last week? When I fell in da lake back at the previous camp!"

Slade's eyes narrowed. "Is that true?"

The wolf's ears fell even lower. "...No, boss. I- I think 't was some three weeks ago when I-"

The black wolf waved his paw dismissively. "It doesn't matter. Take off your pants."

That order brought some snickers from the bandits watching it all happen, but it made both Brute and the knight's eyes grow wide in surprise.

"Wha-? But boss I-"

Slade extended his paw, stomping his foot and giving the only barely shorter wolf a look of authority.

"Y-yeah, boss!" Needing no further ordering, Brute started to quickly undo the laces of his crude pants. He blushed as he pulled them down in front of all the others, who laughed and hollered a thing or two at him, but within a minute, he was giving Slade his pants.

The black wolf took them, gave a sniff towards them, wrinkled his nose and threw them away.

"Now the underwear."

Brute grew even more embarrassed. The large wolf didn't hesitate, though, pulling down the wrinkled, worn piece of clothing and holding it between two fingers. He gave it to Slade, who held it in the same fashion. The pair of cotton briefs had a few holes in it and it looked... worn. Very well worn. It gave off a musk that hit the black wolf's nose with potency. A deep, masculine scent that resembled Brute's for a sensitive nose such as Slade's.

The knight felt it too. He turned his muzzle away from it, or tried to, and made a face of disgust.

"Crude mongrels," the knight spat. "Such indecency!"

Slade chuckled. "Brute here wasn't the first one to get naked, ya know."

That made Sir Loran grow angry again. Good.

"That is because YOU poisoned me, then bound me in the most dishonorable ways! Then, you poisoned me AGAIN with gods-knows-what, further proving that your thieving, dishonorable ways are the only way you COWARDLY dogs know how to-"

To interrupt the knight's new prattling, Slade moved quickly again. He balled up the worn underwear in his paw, and when the knight least expected it...

He shoved it inside the white wolf's maw.

It was a glorious sight. The way Sir Loran's eyes widened, then grew wet as his face twisted in sheer disgust. Probably from the taste of musk he must be feeling. The white wolf opened his maw wide to drop it out, but as he did, Slade took the opportunity to use two fingers to shove the underwear deep within, way past the knight's teeth and fangs, to make sure it would stay lodged in there.

"HMMMMMMFGGHFF!!" Sir Loran protested, shouting in outrage.

A new, loud burst of laughter rose from all around them. The knight shook his head as violently as he could, back and forth, and thrashed in his binds in a vain attempt to dislodge the musky piece of underwear from his maw.

Slade, on the other hand, just wiped his paws clean on his side and threw the white wolf a victorious smirk.

"There we go. Sweet, sweet silence. Now we can proceed with the main attraction of this party!"

A cheer rose from the bandits all around them. It was filled with laughter and mockery while, at the same time, the knight's murderous glare came accompanied by a thousand words that would certainly be threats or insults, but now were nothing more than muffled noise.

Humming to himself, Slade grabbed his sack of stuff and moved behind the bound wolf. Watching the knight's arms shuffle back and forward behind his back, his entire bent over, bound form shifting as he struggled was delightful. In fact, when he reached the wolf's rear, it was even more amusing to see him wiggling his well-toned, exposed ass back and forth as he struggled. Stuck to the board as he was and with his tail lifted, it was quite the sight. Slade could see some of his men watching the view quite intently, too. Good.

Sir Loran seemed to be fussier being unable to see what the black wolf was doing behind him. The black wolf ignored him, though, and reached into the sack to pull out... an arrow.

He lifted it over his head.

It was a common arrow, with a sharp, steel point and a feather attached to it. The crude kind. He waited for all of the bandits surrounding them to grow quiet as they stared at it in confusion.

"Today, my fellow packmates, we're gonna hold a contest!" the black wolf announced. He had everyone's undivided attention. "And the contest will be... one of archery!"

Some of his men looked at each other. Some grumbled because they weren't good with a bow, others just mumbled confused notions. Slade just grinned.

"And the target will be..."

Putting the arrow away, he reached for his sack again. From it, he pulled two things. A small paintbrush and a half-empty bottle of red paint. Humming to himself, the black wolf dipped the brush into the paint while all of his men watched with curiosity, and then...

He painted a small circle right around the bound knight's exposed entrance.

The moment he did, the camp as a whole burst out with laughter. The knight, on the other hand, grew two times more fussy. He struggled back and forth, spitting muffled noises in complaint. Slade drew a second circle around the first, larger like a target's, but before he drew the third one...

Reaching down with a hand, the black wolf nonchalantly grabbed the white knight's balls. That made the knight jerk in his bonds again and yell more unintelligible things. Slade gave the knight's balls a few squeezes, feeling their weight, and then his hand moved further in... and he found what he was looking for.

"I knew it had to be working," the wolf said with a grin. "Looks like our knight is excited to be part of our contest!" Slade announced... as he grabbed the white wolf's half-hard length and pulled it down.

Hard as it was, it remained fully visible tucked between his legs against the board the wolf was stuck to. It was red, with a tapered tip and, Slade had to admit, of decent size. His men laughed, pointing and commenting about it while the knight thrashed. Slade gave the wolf's cock a few strokes for good measure and, when he did, he heard the knight's muffled words get mixed with a moan.

And of course it would. Slade had tried that 'love potion' thing above dosage himself. The night he did, he had fucked four of his men, one after the other, and he still had to fall asleep with someone sucking him off to get rid of the horniness it provided. As he stroked the white wolf's cock in the open, it throbbed, growing harder almost instantly. It stood out more between his legs on full display and, as he continued to stroke it, Slade could see the white wolf's knot starting to grow within his sheath as well. He decided to leave that as it was, however. Couldn't make things too comfortable for the knight, after all.

With a bulging sheath, hard member and ass fully exposed, Slade finally painted the final, larger circle over the wolf's ass. That one, being wider, went over the wolf's bound tail and even over the underside of the wolf's exposed, pulled-back cock. The fresh paint started dripping down the board and the wolf's fur, but the three circles that made a target, with the wolf's tailhole at its dead center, were fully visible. The perfect target.

"This," Slade said, giving the white wolf's rear a loud slap, "will be our target! And the arrow..."

Reaching into his sack, Slade pulled the arrow out again, alongside it, however, he pulled something else that made all of his pack erupt into shouts and laughter again.

The knight squirmed more. Slade could see him trying so very hard to look back, but the board and the rope keeping his neck lowered wouldn't let him. The black wolf slowly walked to the wolf's front again. It would be good for him to see it.

The knight's eyes were brimming with fury to the point of tearing up as they locked onto the black wolf. Slade wasn't bothered by them, though. The black wolf twirled the thing he had in his hands and, when the white wolf's eyes lowered themselves to see it... his eyes went wide, and his ears dropped low.

It was a dildo. A sex toy, made of soft material, commonly used in brothels. It was a pretty sizeable one, shaped like a canine, with a knot at the base and everything, albeit not a very large one. It looked a bit worn, and heck, Slade knew it was, but it would do.

The black wolf brought the arrow and the toy to the front of the white wolf, then raised them both. He let both his men and the knight see as he held them both above his head... and then shoved the base of the toy against the arrow. The arrow pierced the base of the toy, getting it stuck to it, making the arrow's head become the actual sex toy.

"THIS will be our ammunition!" Slade said.

The laughter that came from it was almost deafening. While his pack jeered, the black wolf looked down at the knight, who had a look of sheer fury, but his ears slightly folded. Slade could tell he was still trying to push the underwear out with his tongue. The thought of the mighty knight licking that musky pair of underwear pleased him greatly, and he knew first-hand that the gag would not come out that easily. These whelps that had never been gagged in their lives... Hah!

Holding his arrow, the bandit leader continued. "Now, since we're nice to our guests, I think he deserves it we make things easier for 'im. Tell me, mighty knight... have ya ever had a dick up your tailhole?"

The black wolf stared down at the knight. In fact, the laughter and mockery quieted down a little for people to look at him as well. The bound wolf looked up at him with the same look of unbridled fury, but there was also a redness appearing on his face and the inside of his ears. He hesitated for a moment, but then shook his head vehemently.

"I see! Bet your daddy bought you all the whores ya wanted your entire life, eh?" the black wolf mocked, bringing more laughter. "Well, first time for everythin'! I'll give ya a very good tip, then."

The black wolf lowered the dildo-arrow so that it stood in front of the bound knight, then used a finger to knead it. "See this? It's decent stuff, but it's not slippery at all. If it's going up your ass, ya're gonna want some good lubrication... or else it's gonna hurt like hell."

At that mention, the white wolf's ears fell further back. There was still rage in his face, but also some level of fear. He shook his head and let out some more muffled complaints, but Slade brought up a finger.

"Nah-ah! No complainin'. Yer taking it up the ass, that's not the question. The question is... do ya think we should lube it up for you or not?"

The black wolf asked the question out loud on purpose so that his men would hear. The white wolf's eyes widened again and for a moment, he looked torn. He tried to growl, tried to speak, but failed at doing both properly.

"Feel it," Slade said, bringing the arrow with the toy closer to the wolf's face... and rubbing it against the knight's muzzle.

"HMMMFGH!" Sir Loran tried to pull back from it, his face twisting in renewed disgust, but the black wolf kept grinding the toy slowly back and forth against his snout.

"See how rough it is? That's how yer ass is gonna feel if we don't lube it up. So... should we?"

From around the two, shouts from his men started to come. A lot of crude insults and cheers came.

"Shove it up his ass raw!"

"NO LUBE FOR THE PANSIE!"

"Lube it up with itching powder!"

"LET ME LUBE 'IM UP WITH MY COCK!"

Slade stared down at the bound wolf whose eyes darted back and forth hearing his men's shouting. He grew more and more angry and nervous at the same time. Slade just grinned.

He finally lifted his arms up. "QUIET!" the black wolf ordered, and everyone quieted up immediately.

"Let the knight answer!" he announced, then looked down at the white wolf. "Lube or no lube?"

The white wolf glared up at him. His face was crimson red, his ears half-splayed at first, but Slade could tell the knight forced them up. For a moment, he thought the fool would choose defiance again, but Sir Loran's eyes shifted down at the last moment.

"Lhhmb..." he muttered through his gag with a growl.

"What was that?" Slade asked with a grin. "Can't hear ya while yer chewing up on musky underwear, knight. Signal it with your head. DO YOU WANT LUBE?"

Sir Loran glared up at him. He could see the deep defiance in the white wolf's eyes alongside the hatred. Again, he thought his goading had convinced the wolf into making a poor decision, but the white wolf was clearly more anxious than defiant, for he lowered his gaze again and gave Slade a weak, angry nod.

"Very well! He shall have his lube!" the bandit leader announced. Some of his men booed, others cheered and laughed. Slade wasn't quite done yet, though.

Looking down at the knight with a smirk, he brought the dildo-arrow up...

Then spat down at it. A large glob of his saliva hit the smooth toy, wetting it.

The white wolf's expression was priceless. His wide eyes, his wrinkled snout, and the rage that came with it!

"HMMMFGH! IHHMM KKKHLL YYHM!"

Beginning his thrashing anew, Slade signaled for his men to approach.

"Let's all help give the knight the lube he asked for!"

Right in front of the bound knight, Slade had his men line up. The drunken bastard kind of did, and one by one, each of his packmates worked up a good spit and added their own saliva to the toy. By the end of it, the arrow was covered in gooey spit, one from each canine in his pack, all while the knight watched, growled and yelled as best as he could.

"Don't worry. We'll reapply the lube if it wears out. I'm sure it'll feel mighty nice goin' in!" Slade said. He brought the toy close to the white wolf's snout just to tease him with it, watching him desperately try to pull away from it.

After he had his laugh, Slade walked around the bound wolf again to reach his rear. The paint that made his target had dripped down a bit more, but it was dry enough to stick. The target looked great on the white wolf's soft, perfect white fur. Underneath him, the knight's cock was still throbbing. That drug would keep him desperately hard and horny. It delighted Slade to think of what the knight was thinking, feeling horny while going through all of this. What he wouldn't give to read his thoughts. The white wolf's knot was bulging his sheath quite visibly now, something that the black wolf was sure was kind of uncomfortable for him as well, but he let it be. It was a beautiful sight.

Lifting the arrow up, Slade asked for silence once more.

"The rules are simple! Whoever hits the mark from twenty paces wins!" His announcement was greeted with laughter. "And the prize, of course, is gonna be gettin' the first round on this."

To illustrate what he meant, Slade nonchalantly brought his finger to his muzzle, suckled on it, then in one fell swoop, shoved it into the knight's tailhole. The white wolf jumped when it happened, or at least jumped as much as he could, and started wiggling and thrashing again.

Slade twisted his finger once then twice in there before pulling it out. He let the new bout of laughter die out before he continued. "Or, well... maybe we can call it sloppy seconds, since the arrow is getting the first dibs! Regardless, ya'll get to fuck a genuine, honorable knight of Mooncrest, or whatever the fuck he's called!"

"Hmmmfgh! HMMFHG!" the white wolf kept trying to protest, huffing through his nose as he was determined to thrash even though the bonds had proven to be way beyond his strength of breaking them.

"Find a bow, line up... and we'll open the kegs and BEGIN! Try to get your shot BEFORE gettin' too drunk, though, eh? You fuckin' bastards!"

The cheer that followed echoed in the forest. It was a good call to make their camp so deep within it. From that point onward, the party started.

Slade didn't take part in the archery contest himself. The black wolf decided to get himself a large mug, fill it with alcohol and just enjoy the show. His men, on the other hand, were more than eager to win the prize. Or maybe they just wanted to play around with the knight? Either way, a messy line of pretty much all of his men formed at the marked spot for shooting.

Their target continued to squirm in his binds. Knowing what was about to happen, the white wolf continued to thrash and complain the whole time. Even hard stuck to the board as he was, it still made his tailhole a slightly moving target, adding a little bit of difficulty to the task, but that was alright. Some of his men were damn good archers and it wouldn't be fun if someone hit the mark too early.

The first man to try shooting lined the arrow with the dildo at the tip of his bow, aimed, and drew the string. Slade could tell he was focusing, but the laughter around him and the giggles he himself was letting out while he aimed at a noble wolf's butt made the arrow to awry. It went well over the target, flying over the bound wolf and causing the knight to try shouting a whole new string of outraged, muffled comments. Perhaps he thought they were joking the whole time?

The arrow was retrieved, the new archer gave the toy a big new glob of spit for good measure, and the act repeated himself.

As always, Slade's plan worked wonderfully. The morale of his men grew as they had a mighty good time discussing how to best get the arrow into the white wolf after each different man's attempt. The toy weighed more than a regular arrow tip, obviously, so some balancing was required to make it fly and strike through! The first good archer from the band, a scrawny coyote, looked like he might hit the target. His arrow hit the wolf right on the balls, remarkably close to the main target, but the way the arrow struck the back of the white lupine's nuts had his legs twisting as he let out a muffled howl of pain. It was the funniest shit Slade had ever seen.

Another arrow that missed its mark happened to hit the white wolf's cock, which also still stood hard, erect and downright throbbing fully exposed between his legs. The arrow hit the cock at its base, close to the sheath, and the shake was enough so that the white wolf's knot finally was able to escape its sheath. The big bulb of flesh blossomed, the sheath got pulled back, and everyone had a good laugh at the way the knight's cock pulsed and drooled, making jokes about how much it was waiting for another man's cock to fill his hole.

In total, it took thirty-two tries by the black wolf's count, until finally...

Another one of his best archers, a sizable wolf with his back full of old lashing scars, was wise enough to not get too drunk during the contest. He spat on the arrow, aimed, focused, and when he let it loose...

The arrow flew with precision. It arched ever so slightly, the toy's weight considered by the skilled shooter. The tapered tip of the canine cock shaped dildo finally hit the knight's ass dead in the center.

Slathered with spit as it was and with the strong momentum created by the bow, the bound knight was clearly caught by surprise when the toy entered and got swallowed almost entirely by his tailhole as it forced its entry, spreading the target open. The white wolf jumped on his bounds.

"HMMMMMFFFFGHHH!" The sound he made was something akin to a muffled howl, but it also resembled a whine. When the whole camp erupted into cheers and laughter, even Slade couldn't help but laugh out loud at that sound. It was unlike anything he had ever heard! To make things even funnier, the knight, who had grown tired of struggling against his bonds, started again with renewed effort, which only made his ass wiggle back and forth, outlining the large dildo stuck to it in the funniest scene the black wolf had ever seen.

With a large grin on his face, Slade raised his arms in celebration and approached the bound knight. Upon getting close, he could see that, indeed, the toy had gone in almost all the way, from its tapered tip to the wider girth around its center. The only part that had remained outside was the toy's fake knot. Even from his position, Slade could see how the knight's ass clenched, trying to expel the intruder that was stealing his probable virginity, but to no avail. The toy was well stuck to its target. Placing one paw over the bound knight's ass, the black wolf raised the other asking for silence.

The laughter and cheering died down little by little to listen to what he had to say.

"Well, mates!" Slade started, "the target has been struck! And the winner is... SHARPFANG!"

He signaled at the large wolf that had shot the winning arrow. The gray lupine was already drinking in celebration and a new wave of cheers and applause had him lifting his mugs and downing the whole thing in one go, much to the camp's appreciation.

By his side, however, Slade could only hear the knight's indignant muffled complaints. The black wolf gave the toy's base a few pats, making the white wolf jump and wince with each one in a funny way, then walked to the front of the bound knight just to see how he was doing.

Sir Loran looked at him with murder in his eyes. Yet, his ears were half-splayed and he was still blushing, probably due to the fact that he was naked, hard and with a toy sticking out of his ass.

"Hmmfgh HMMMGHFF!" the knight immediately started, growling with fury, but Slade just laughed and petted his head.

"Don't worry, noble knight! I know what you want! You'll have it!" The black wolf kept his voice loud so that everyone could hear. With his paw, he called Sharpfang, the winner, up to them.

"And now," he raised his voice once more, "as promised... Sharpfang here gets to be the first to- well... actually, the second!"

To add a punchline to his joke, Slade walked up to and gave the toy on the knight's rear a strong slap, lodging it slightly further into the white wolf's ass and making him jump all over again. Laughter surrounded them, but the gray wolf?

He was already undoing his trousers.

From that point onwards, the party raged. All the members of his pack that had wanted to remain slightly sober to have a chance of winning the archery contest said 'fuck it' and the mead started flowing freely. The kegs they had were emptied, one by one, as the pack got drunker.

The main attraction of the night was, of course, the knight. When Sharpfang took his pants out in the middle of the camp, the gray wolf was already hard himself. He pulled the toy out of the knight slowly, making sure to playfully shove it back in a few times before pulling it out completely just to make the knight squirm, much to everyone's entertainment. Then, he compared the toy with his own member, holding them side by side, and everyone was delighted to see that the real wolf had quite an advantage over the size of the toy.

Slade stuck around close. He patted Sir Loran's back and had fun whispering to the knight that the wolf was as hung as a horse, twice the dildo's size! Not quite true, but the look of panic on the noble white wolf's face was funny as hell as Sharpfang pressed the tip of his cock against his ass, then thrust it in.

Like before, the sounds the white wolf let out while being rutted in the middle of the camp were very unbecoming of a noble knight. The fucking itself was quite a show. Many of the pack came close to watch the clean, perfectly groomed white knight get his ass railed from up close, but not only that. Seeing the gray wolf's large, wide cock go in and out of the white wolf's forcefully spread tailhole was a hot sight that had even Slade's trousers growing tighter. Many of their packmates ditched their pants right there and then, some eager to have a go themselves and calling second or third onto the knight's ass, which naturally erupted into naked fighting and wrestling for the position. Others were content on beating their meats to the hot sight of the large gray wolf fucking the groaning knight, creating a delightfully obscene scene of cocks surrounding the white wolf.

Midway through the fucking, Slade ordered Sharpfang to spread his own legs wide as he fucked. That let the black wolf and everyone see the knight's own cock, which still remained rock hard against the wood pulled between his legs. It was clear to see how well the concoction was working on the white wolf. Slade himself was delighted to wonder about what he must be thinking. Getting fucked by a bandit who managed to hit a dildo in an arrow up his ass, and yet at the same time, it was clear to all of them how, each time the gray wolf's cock hilted into his ass, the knight's own member responded with a throb of its own. Pre-cum drooled from its tip, a tendril of it connecting it to the ground below and the wood behind it, and still it kept coming. The white wolf's knot was also large and engorged, signaling he was close...

Slade grinned. He put his hand on Sharpfang's shoulder, signaling for him to stop for a moment, then leaned in and whispered something. The gray wolf laughed, grinned and nodded. After that, his fucking sped up, but the gray wolf bent one knee, changing his angle of thrusting and going deeper with each one of them.

The change in the knight was visible. His muffled complaints turned into sharp gasps, then muffled groans and held back moans. The knight's cock throbbed, and Slade stepped back so he could see Sir Loran's face. It twisted into an expression of surprise, then one of pleasure, and then one of worry. His eyebrows furred, his eyes watered, his ears went down and his face turned red. For a few moments, it seemed like he was making effort, yet every time the gray wolf rocked his whole bound body by thrusting deep into him, the white wolf's expression twisted into one of deep, unwanted pleasure.

Slade could see the knight actively shaking his head, his ears and face growing crimson red at the same time as his expression changed to one of a deeper... pleasure. And when it did, the black wolf stepped back behind them to see what he knew was coming.

The white wolf's cock started throbbing. Completely untouched while he got fucked, thanks to the potion and that special spot that Sharpfang was definitely hammering...

A sudden jet of knight spunk erupted from it, hitting the ground hard. The bandits noticed one by one, pointing at it and shouting, and suddenly everyone was pushing each other to see how the noble knight started cumming hands-free from being fucked. The white wolf's dark red cock continued to throb, erupting in jet after jet of seed shot straight towards the ground as his knot visibly inflated, growing to full size. Above him, Sharpfang raised his arms as if in glory, continuing to fuck the knight hard while he groaned in shame and orgasmed from it.

It was while Sir Loran's climax was still dying down that Sharpfang let out a loud growl and, with one particularly violent thrust, shoved his own knot into the knight. The white wolf let out a new muffled 'howl' when the big base of his assaulter's cock forced his ass to take it.

Immediately after it, Sharpfang was the one howling as his balls pulled up and he was clearly filling the knight up with his load. Sir Loran squirmed a little, his legs kicking back weakly in the funniest ways while his own cock still throbbed weakly, spurting the last remnants of his own orgasm while he got filled up.

Others joined in on the celebration. A fox walked up stroking his own malehood and, with a squeeze on his own knot, cummed right on the knight's side, hitting the white wolf's fur with his shots. He also got quite a few cheers for that. As Sharpfang's own climax subsided, some of the packmates closed in growling and yelling at him for knotting the knight, preventing them from having a go. They slapped the back of Sharpfang's head in some playful horseplay, which had the knight grunting and groaning as the gray wolf's knot got tugged back and forth around his ass.

With the main event concluded, Slade himself went out to get a few drinks with his men as well. His plan worked perfectly. The night of partying was the morale boost his men needed. These parties, they all knew, were what made their sucky lives as bandits worth it! Even more so with a pampered noble to be the butt of their jokes for the night.

And that he was.

The black wolf was too busy with his own drinking, eating and laughing to count, but after Sharpfang's knot went down, he was sure he saw at least five more people fucking the bound wolf centerpiece at different times. They had gotten ahold of his red paint and, through the night, the target circling the knight's ass was far from the only thing decorating his white fur. Some tallies next to his ass cheeks were made, but everybody was too drunk to agree on what exactly they were keeping track of. How many people had fucked the knight? How many loads had been deposited inside his ass? A tally on his thigh seemed to be about how many times they had made the knight cum, too.

They didn't stop there. Crude words were written on the knight's fur. 'Knotsleeve' was the most prominent word smeared across his whole rear with an arrow pointing at his ass. Someone seemed to have tried writing something ON the knight's cock too, probably 'sword', but through poor consideration for letter spacing, only the 'SWO' had appeared on the knight's length, which was also hard the whole time thanks to the alchemist's potent potion.

His cock had been quite the entertainment as well. At one point, Slade saw two or three bandits sitting next to the bound wolf (while someone else had a go with his ass), all of them stroking and toying with the knight's cock until they managed to make it spurt another weak orgasm once more.

The party continued until sunrise. By the time the sky started getting bright and the sun appeared on the horizon, a good dozen of his packmates were passed out around the camp. The stink of booze and sex permeated the air. Slade himself had quite a buzz going, but knowing enough was enough, he walked up to the bound knight.

Sir Loran seemed tired, and rightfully so. They heard stories of nobles having orgies with dozens of beautiful, expensive whores, but the black wolf would bet anything the knight of Mooncrest had never had a night as... intense as that one. The moment the large black wolf walked into his sight, Sir Loran's eyes shifted to him and, as usual, narrowed down in anger.

"HMMMFGH!!" he complained, biting into the dirty underwear shoved into his muzzle and still growling. The black wolf had to give it to him. His pride was large enough that he still had the energy to be defiant despite how much dried seed there was on the fur of the back of his balls. Leaning back to see, Slade saw that the knight's cock was still erect as well. Also expected, though. When Slade had drunk that potion once his cock remained hard for a solid half-day too.

The black wolf just looked down at the white knight and sneered. Sir Loran went as far as weakly struggle against his bonds again. Surely he must be sore after a whole night stuck bent over as a target.

"Don' worry, noble knight," Slade said. "Ya paid for your stupidity. You're free to go now."

The white wolf's eyes went wide. He wiggled in his bonds again.

"Well... at least your freedom will be on its way. 'Course, we're gonna follow the proper steps here."

The knight's eyes narrowed inquisitively with a growl.

Slade placed a paw upon his back but found the knight's fur wet and clumpy from all the seed that had been sprayed upon him. He pulled his paw back and found a dry patch of fur to wipe his hand on, but kept his smile.

"Ya see, since ya were nice enough to tell us where you came from, all we're gonna do is send a small ransom note to your father. Once he pays an obscenely large amount o' gold to get you back, he'll find you bound up in the city's outskirts safe an' sound."

The knight's growling grew in tone. "HMFGH!"

"Nah-ah! 'S alright! I'm sure your father and his knights won't laugh at you just 'cuz you'll be naked. We might add a few extra implements as well, just to make it funny, but ya'll be safe, I guarantee that. Ya have my word."

"HMMFGH! MMMH HHMMGGGFFF!" the knight started thrashing in his bonds, his growling increasing. Slade pulled one of the sleeping darts from his pocket and unceremoniously spiked the wolf's rear with it, injecting the sleeping concoction. The wolf's eyes went wide feeling that and his thrashing increased for a moment.

"Like I saaaaid... don' worry. Ya won' be awake for any of it. By the time ya wake up... you'll be back home. And with a valuable lesson."

The white wolf's look was... Slade had seldom ever seen so much fury in one's eyes, but as a bandit, he was more than used to being scorned. That expression of sheer anger didn't last long, though. Slade could see he was fighting it, but his eyelids started drooping despite how much he struggled to keep himself awake.

"Next time, don't go bark at an entire bandit pack on your own, pup." Slade got close enough to whisper in the knight's ear. "We bite."