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A Taste of Wealth

A week, one very frustrating week had passed since that wretched coyote cursed me.

Jalith had parted ways with the company. The crocodile who had once been my golden ticket out of the caravan had left without so much as saying goodbye to me. I was heartbroken at first but I had thankfully converted much of that despair to rage.

As far as he was aware, I had ONE bad night. ONE night where I was unable to cum and he decided that made me not worth purchasing?

To hell with him!

But of course, in reality it was not just one night. With Jalith no longer paying rent for my exclusive services and my dance having ignited the loins of Bruthal and Odal, I was finding myself in high demand.

The wolf and the hyena were fighting over whose turn it was with me each night. At first it was a race to see who could give the orders to me first and my collar would comply, but eventually they started trying to overturn the other's orders. There was at least one night where I had gotten between their fight and ended up sandwiched between them as they growled and humped at my ass and crotch.

I wasn't above getting turned on by this, quite the opposite, in fact. But inevitably when I was about to reach climax the same thing happened.

Slaves need to ask permission.

Bruthal and Odal were too drunk on arousal to notice the black glyphs circling my cock but I could not ignore it. Unlike the first night, it was no longer going limp but remaining hard and sensitive, leaking precum but never able to reach climax. I wanted to cum so bad, to get some kind of relief, but this curse refused to lift itself.

I thought this to be a permanent curse, one that I must suffer in silence with, but fate had another intention.

The caravan was between jobs and I found that, much to my disgust, something that helped keep my mind off of the sexual tension that I could not relieve was...working.

I found myself volunteering for menial chores around the camp more often without being asked. It kept me busy and concentrating on things I could control, rather than things I could not. In particular, my cock had gained a habit of suddenly growing hard, even dribbling with precum at inopportune moments. I could tell it wasn't a sudden burst of virility from me because those damned glyphs were visible on my cock whenever it happened and if I so much as thought about trying to get it back down...

Slaves need to ask permission.

We had camped on the outskirts of a town one day and while Bruthal went into town to inquire about caravan contracts, Odal had demanded I collect firewood. The hyena was bundled up once again in his blanket, shivering violently in the warm, by my standards, summer evening.

I gladly complied. Better to think about firewood than the wood between my legs. I went on a leisurely hike through the woods nearby and collected as much tinder and kindling my arms could carry and began making my way back.

Suddenly, I found myself coming to a halt in a meadow not far from the camp. The air was still and quiet, but I found my ears darting around, listening for danger like I was a scared animal. There was nothing there but something deep in my heart kept telling me to beware.

And that's when it happened.

With a sweep of my arms, I tossed the firewood onto the ground and struck a post, curling my left arm behind my head and pointing upward with my right.

"No, no, no!"

I cursed aloud but my body was enslaved to a silent song and I quickly began prancing through the meadow, twirling and spinning, stopping only to do another goofy pose with my arms and sometimes followed by a clap of my paws.

It didn't take long for the song to reveal itself. The gentle whistling of a flute caught my ears and my dance grew in tempo as I blindly danced towards camp. My body compiled but my brain burned, knowing exactly who that flute belonged to.

The world was nothing more than a blur when I pranced into the center of the camp and spun around as the flute rolled a little melody to my movements before finishing with a crescendo. I clapped my paws and flipped my loincloth to the side, revealing my cock, glistening with precum, before pointing my claw forward in a dramatic pose.

I was paralyzed from the enchantment and admittedly, nauseous; but I was not in the slightest surprised to see a far too familiar coyote standing next to me along with Bruthal.

"Excellent work!" Benny clapped with a wry grin before taking off his feathered cap and bowing. "Still have your passion for dance, I see!"

I could do nothing but smile, however I wanted to snarl.

"Two days for...two thousand crowns, you said?" Bruthal said with a snort.

"Are you serious!?" Odal snapped. "Bruthal, have you forgotten he stayed with us in exchange for entertainment just a week ago!?"

"The Gilded Coffer Bank gave me a guarantee of credit," Bruthal shrugged. "If he can't pay that, that's between them and him."

Wouldn't that be ironic? I thought bitterly. If he can't pay back his debt and he finds himself in a similar position as me.

Odal rolled his eyes, "So be it, as long the gold keeps flowing and I get paid."

"Indeed it shall!" Benny exclaimed and pulled out a length of leather with a metal clasp at the end of it. "The money shall be available at the bank tomorrow. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think I'd like to take my pet for a walk."

Something about the way that last word was said had me hunching over, about to go on all fours, but Benny caught me by the collar, hooking his claw around the metal rim of it. With a smile, he reached forward and latched the leash onto the ring of my collar, before letting me fall to the ground on all fours like a common dog.

"Come along!" Benny yanked on the leash lightly. He didn't need to goad me, of course, the collar burned and forced me to pad along behind him as he walked towards the town, tail wagging happily behind him. Clearly my collar had decided Benny was my owner now and was accepting orders from him.

It was demeaning having dirt collect in my paws, let alone being forced to do so by the architect of my current misery. Worse yet, my cock was still hard and hanging down toward the ground like a stalactite and dripping with precum. As we approached the walls of the town, the various vendors and locals took notice and began staring, some even laughed.

By now I had finally worked up the nerve to object, "I demand to walk normally!"

Benny laughed silently and before he could respond, I fired back again.

"And lift this damned curse you placed on me!"

"Oh?" Benny suddenly stopped and stretched his leg forward, rubbing his furry toes against the tip of my cock. Heat flushed over my skin and my back arched, paralyzed by the sudden jolt. "But I thought you'd be into this? Am I wrong?"

Of course, I could not truly deny this. I had been forced to sleep with far more despicable people during my time as a slave and I had managed to extract pleasure out of it. But even in those cases, there was still the possibility of...

"Cum, slave," Benny suddenly ordered, gripping the leash tight.

I gritted my teeth as my cock trembled, shaking violently as a rush of pleasure began to sweep through it. Release was finally coming, I could feel it running through my veins and just before it came...

Slaves need to ask permission.

"Let me cum!" I begged aloud in response to Benny's voice in my head.

"But I ordered you to?" Benny titled his head in mock confusion.

Snarling, I pushed the leather of my loincloth to the side, revealing the black glyphs crawling around my tapered red cock.

"Ooooh, that!" Benny laughed with a roll of his eyes. "Would you believe I forgot about that?"

"No."

"Well, you'd be right. I'd never forget something so...fun..." Benny reached forward and gave my cock another stroke from his foot, "...but tell you what, I'll lift the curse once I'm done with you..."

Benny pinched the tip of my cock between his toes, forcing me to grit my teeth as jolts of pleasure shot through my cock.

"...But first I want to get you all pent up and have some fun...my toy..."

Raising his muzzle high, Benny yanked my leash and bade me to follow him.

"After all, that's what you wanted your crocodilian would-be master to do, was it not? Or was it the luxury he offered you off of his unscrupulous industry?"

It was both, I thought, but kept it to myself.

We silently walked through the streets of the town. I had been in the caravan for too long that I was taken aback by some of the sensory delights. My nose caught the smell of freshly baked meat pies and my ears rang with the festive noises of music and conversation. The town itself, objectively speaking, was quite provincial; mostly dull wooden homes with unremarkable features, but as I was a slave and one with his nose inches away from the dirt road, I was not exactly in a position to get all bourgeois about it.

Benny led me to one such home just one street away from the main square and took out a key.

"Welcome to my humble abode," he said, inserting the key and unlocking the door. "I trust it'll be comfortable enough for you."

The coyote pushed the door open, revealing a modest living room attached to a kitchen with a stone oven and a staircase leading up to a bedroom loft. It was hardly fancy but I had to admit it had a hominess to it that the caravan did not have.

"Sit!" Benny ordered as soon as I crawled in the door and I planted my butt on the floor and raised my muzzle high as my collar burned. The coyote reached down and patted me on the head. "Good boy, wait here."

With a hop, the coyote ascended the staircase and began rummaging in an armoire that was only just visible from my location.

"You're probably wondering what I have in mind for you, yes?"

"As long as it gets the curse removed, I don't really care."

"You were..." Benny cleared his throat, "...quite well-off before the slavery, yes?"

"Yes."

Wealth and comfort built on what I thought was an infinite line of credit to be exact. Those were good years but sadly not everything good lasts, even though I was having a bit of fun as a slave, all things considered.

Until someone decided to cockblock me with a curse.

"And as such your comforts are purely at the whims of your masters, well..." Benny paused for a moment and examined a shirt before shaking his head and tossing it back in the armoire, "...I've decided to let you experience your old life once more."

I tilted my head, "Pardon?"

"There's a party being held tonight by the local well-to-dos and you will be my plus one," Benny clicked his tongue as he examined another article of clothing I couldn't quite make out. "Are summer hues in or out right now?"

"In," I blurted out confidently though I had a quiet moment of dread on the inside when I realized my time in the caravan might have kept me out of touch with high fashion.

"Good, good," Benny continued. "You'll be allowed to enjoy the same luxuries you used to enjoy and converse with the local people of note. You may do as you please unless I give an order otherwise."

Stiffly, I reached up and tugged at my still-warm collar, "Are you certain you wish to bring a sex slave to a party? People might talk."

"Hah! Let them talk!" Benny exclaimed with a long swish of his tail. "Besides, I'm sure you're already very familiar with such parties, half the attendees will be bringing along a prostitute or a mistress of some kind!"

A pile of clothes suddenly catapulted across the loft railing, fluttering in the air before slapping me in the face.

"Put those on."

I let the clothes fall from my face and onto the floor. I was only able to examine the red silk shirt and matching trousers briefly before my collar forced me to put them on the ground and get to work on removing my current clothes.

"My paws are dirty," I said as I began untying the cords holding my tattered burgundy doublet together, tracking mud and dust onto the fabric.

"There's a basin in the kitchen," Benny called down and followed up with an order. "Go wash up first!"

My knees snapped up in one motion just as I tore my doublet away, revealing my slim chest and white chest-fur. Carelessly, I tossed my doublet onto a couch and stepped over to the kitchen.

A basin filled with clean water waited for me and I got to work at rinsing the grime away from my paws. There was no soap, but there was a jar of floral-scented oil, lavender, my nose told me; that I poured across my paws and scrubbed until they were pristine.

Once I was done cleaning, I grabbed a nearby towel and patted my paws until they were dry. I took a moment to admire my soft, silky fur and my immaculately manicured black claws that I had spent a lot of time keeping them looking good while doing chores.

My collar suddenly flared up and constricted against my throat, choking the vanity out of me and reminding me I hadn't fulfilled an order. Sighing, I went back to the pile of clothes on the ground, my collar loosening up with every step, and untied my loincloth.

I winced as the leather of my loincloth brushed against my rock-hard member and let it fall onto the ground. A bit of precum dripped from the tip of my cock and onto the loincloth on the floor. There was a sudden sharp jolt of pleasure followed by...

Slaves need to ask permission.

"Damn you..." I cursed as the glyphs danced across my shaft yet again, mocking me. I spun around to find Benny on the staircase and pointed. "You'd best be telling the truth about lifting the curse!"

"Me? Lie?" Benny put his paws to his cheeks in mock surprise. "You wound me! And after I paid so much money to take you to a party as my guest!"

I frowned at him incredulously and would have done nothing more than that if it weren't for the collar making me pick up the silk shirt and slip it on.

"And just to be clear," Benny cleared his throat and leaned forward, tapping on the collar with his claw. "If you leave the party without me, you are to come back to this house and masturbate until you're told to stop."

The collar clenched a little bit before relaxing. Its own little way of acknowledging queued orders with specific triggers.

Not that I had any intention of leaving the party and triggering that. Despite this coyote's presence, I assumed that such a party would leave little chance for him to practice his mischief and I wouldn't need to even think about fleeing and forcing the collar to make me edge for hours on end.

But of course, things are never quite that simple.

"...And so I told them most people think Redburg is a poor man's Tisona, but I think Tisona is a poor man's Redburg!"

The house's foundations practically quaked as the table I was lounging at, wine glass in paw, roared with laughter. The associated fops and dandies were clutching at their chests, wrinkling their ornate shirts of silk and cotton, and some had even deigned to pounding their fists on the table like we were at a tavern. Mayor Cosimo himself, a portly and short wolf, was so choked with amusement that I could see his skin turn blue beneath his thick gray coat of fur.

Even some of the neighboring tables stopped what they were doing to join in on the mirth. In fact, the only ones who didn't seem to enjoy my jape were the musicians on stage nearby, who continued to gently play their flutes and violins in a vain attempt to keep the attendees calm.

Slavery had done nothing to dull my wit and knowledge of popular philosophers of the day. Well, truthfully, I hadn't so much as read a word of Redburg or Tisona, dreadfully dull stuff, but that's the great part about parties like this, no one else has either, they're just pretending to keep up appearances of culture so you can say whatever you like and as long as you're confident enough they'll respond however you please!

"Tadhg," the Mayor coughed and wiped away a glob of red wine from his lip with the table linens, "who did you say your Master was? He surely must be lucky to have a slave as well-read as you!"

"Ah, there have been so many!" I waved my paw flippantly and swirled my wineglass before taking a sip. "Really now, one buys me and then someone else sees me and makes a better offer...and so on, and so on...far too difficult to remember their names as anything but Master!"

The table chuckled once more and a vixen leaned forward, batting her eyes at me, "You know, my home is nearby and so lonely right now...if you'd like to join me..."

My cock suddenly went from limp to fully erect in a mere instant, the tip struggling against the tight silk fabric of my pants. I shuffled my chair, putting my waist beneath the white tablecloth, which served only to aggravate the friction in my pants, and soon an all-too familiar rush began that would instantly fade to nothing.

Slaves need to ask perm-

I KNOW! I snapped in my mind.

By now the table was staring at me with some concern. Though I kept my expression controlled, the mostly feline and canine guests at the table had their noses wiggling as they sniffed in my direction, sensing my internal aggravation.

"Perhaps later..." I explained with a grimace. "There's still so much party left to enjoy!"

The folks at the table began to talk among themselves now that I was no longer the center of attention. I narrowed my eyes and glowered as I took a sip from my glass. I wasn't sure where Benny was, he had left me to my own devices shortly after we were admitted, but there was no doubt the coyote was laughing at me somewhere.

But then, I only had to put up with him for a short time and I would be free of this curse, assuming the coyote wasn't pulling another trick on me.

The current song slowly came to an end and the musicians paused for a moment to rest. There was not a single clap, they were after all meant to be merely background music.

However, something caught my eye. A figure emerged from a crowd huddled around a table near the stage, a far too familiar coyote.

Sauntering up onto the stage, Benny cupped his paw around his muzzle and whispered to the conductor, a pencil-thin weasel.

What is he up to?

With a shrug, the weasel hopped off of the stage, abandoning the conductor's podium to Benny. The coyote whipped out his flute and held it from the wooden end with the mouthpiece like a baton. He flicked it up in the air, the metal length of it shimmered in the candlelight, and paused while he tapped his toes to the tempo of the next song.

Sweeping his arm, Benny waved the flute around and the musicians began to play once more. For all of his dramatic posing, there was not much different to the music he was ordering them to play than before, the same soft background music that was present at a lot of events like this.

He is a musician, perhaps he just wanted to show off?

I began to lift my glass but the moment I got it halfway to my mouth it suddenly slipped out of my fingers, spilling warm wine across my lap.

"Shit!" I cursed, drawing the attention of the table once more.

A fiendish cacophony of laughter erupted around me. The good folks I shared japes and conversation with were now merely nothing more than impish figures with razor-sharp teeth lining their cackling muzzles.

I was in hell, one of my own making. I wanted to crawl into a closet and hide but there was no such escape and I could not leave the party, not without suffering Benny's promised punishment.

Blushing, I shifted in my chair and turned away from my table as they continued to make fun of me. Benny was gently waving his flute until he suddenly snapped his wrist to the side.

My hand swept to the side as well, knocking a silver plate off the table and onto the ground with a clatter. The attendees at the table were all wide-eyed with shock, as was I myself, but at least I knew what was going on.

He's controlling me again.

"Tadhg," the Mayor cleared his throat, "there really wasn't any call for that kind of outburst! We were just having a mere jape!"

"It wasn't me, it was-" my hand suddenly slapped my forehead and my fingers pinched at my lower eyelids, pulling them downward.

"Really!" the Mayor slammed his fist on the table. "Making faces no-!?"

My hand shot forward and firmly poked the wolf on his big, black nose. Cosimo was fuming with silent outrage as I suddenly kicked my chair back and stood up, clapping my paws together.

The flutes began to gently whistle and a slight shiver ran through my cock to its subtle tune. Next came a jolt of electricity as the bows of the violins ran along their strings, my cock was growing hard within its sheath.

My ear twitched. The tune was familiar, I knew it from somewhere and it filled my stomach with dread. I also knew that somehow it would be far more embarrassing than exposing myself if I were forced to dance to it.

I regained some control of my legs and tried to make a break for it. I got only three steps in before Benny swept his flute towards me and I froze in place.

"What in the hell is going on!?" another attendee barked, summoning even more unwanted attention my way.

The tune of the flute danced and I was forced to join in, prancing along the length of the stage in a strange loping motion.

It was then I recognized the song.

"Lope de la Luna."

A traditional wolven erotic song usually danced to by she-wolves during particular times of the year, if you catch my drift. Though the song is often played innocently as background music during parties like this, it is considered especially poor taste to perform the traditional dance unless you are a she-wolf in heat. Even then, wolves generally do this dance in a more private, wolf-only, gathering.

Flicking my tail and sticking out my rear towards the Mayor, I closed my eyes out of sheer embarrassment. Growls rumbled from across the room, including the Mayor's table; Benny had successfully made me the enemy of every lupine that night.

Despite the obvious danger this presented, Benny's song continued to tug and tickle at my cock and lewd thoughts began to grow in my mind while my dance teased the wolves. Wolves had many ways of punishing those who offend them and I could not help but imagine every angry wolf taking turns mounting my rear and humiliating me for this insolence.

My cock had hardened and escaped from its furry confines, pressing up against my tight trousers. I quickly undid the belt looped around them and let them drop to the floor.

The crowd gasped as my tapered cock was exposed to all. Even the musicians stopped playing, though Benny continued to wave his flute around.

My tail continued to sway to the music as I tore my shirt away from my chest, showing off my thin frame and white chest fur. At least one person in the audience cheered but most were silent with horror.

Thrusting my hips forward to Benny's commands, I spun around the room with my cock pointing forward. My knot had already swollen up angrily and it was downright painful with desire and was dripping precum all along the floor.

My spinning began to slow down. Was this some kind of twisted version of Spin the Bottle? Was Benny going to have me kiss or fuck whoever my cock pointed at when I stopped?

I never found out because I was quickly dogpiled by three wolves and not in the fun way I imagined. I was on the ground in moments.

"It wasn't my fault!" I objected but was drowned out by heavy barking and growling. "I swear, it was-"

"ENOUGH!" a black wolf growled and hoisted me up by the shoulders along with the others carrying my legs.

I tried to explain myself, but even as I was restrained, Benny kept flicking his flute up and down, forcing my hips to thrust along with them. This did nothing to endear me to my captors, who wrinkled their muzzles in disgust at my precum soaked cock.

Looking up and past the black wolf, I saw the entrance door grow closer and closer. I was suddenly reminded about Benny's warning.

"Wait, no!" I begged, still thrusting at air. "Anything but that, I can't leave the party!"

"You should have thought of that first," the black wolf grumbled as he pushed the door open, revealing the black void of night before us.

With two heaves, the wolves tossed me out onto the streets and on my back. Thankfully, I managed to roll and break the fall, but I only had a few seconds of freedom before I felt my collar burn.

Back to the house.

The voice whispered in my brain and I immediately began to slowly walk through the empty streets, unable to so much as question the command.

Occasionally, I'd pass by someone who would flash me a smile or a whistle. My cock was still as hard as a rock and leaking precum, and I ran the risk of getting arrested for indecent exposure, but thankfully the guards did not run into me.

Though I was not at the house yet, my mind was still racing, sending jolts through my cock at the slightest invasive thought. I passed a burly horse with rippling muscles at one point who didn't so much as even look at me but I imagined him taking me and shoving his thick cock up my ass until...

Slaves need to ask permission.

I hadn't even noticed my cock had gotten so bothered until that damned voice whispered once more. The black glyphs were mostly invisible in the dim torchlight of the town, the last thing I needed was the rare bystander commenting on those.

Finally, I reached Benny's house and entered. The moment I closed the door behind me, I collapsed onto the floor and rolled onto a carpet. Panting, I snatched my cock in my paw and immediately began to ferociously pump it. All the fantasies I had earlier started rushing through my head.

Plunging my cock into that vixen's thighs...

Gangbanged by the wolves...

Fucked in an alleyway by the horse...

But they all ended the same way, with a zenith of pleasure followed by a sudden halt and...

Slaves need to ask permission.

I screamed, begging for some kind of relief, all the while unable to stop myself from stroking my cock and bringing it to its inevitable failure. Nothing more than a few drops of precum ever escaped before the glyphs appeared and stole my pleasure away once again.

This went on for what felt like days. I was exhausted, panting uncontrollably with my tongue hanging out onto the floor, but I could not stop.

The door knob suddenly clicked and I whined pitifully as the door swung open.

"Ah, you're here! What a surprise!" Benny grinned sarcastically as he stepped inside, taking off his cloak and putting it on a coat-rack. "A shame you stepped out early, it was a hell of a party, except for some creep who decided to expose himself!"

"You did this!" I growled, still pumping my cock. "You made-"

"Shush!" Benny ordered and my collar tightened itself around my throat, cutting my voice off. "How funny, didn't you go from luxury to slavery once before already?"

I tried to say something, anything, but my collar wouldn't let me do anything but silently pleasure myself.

"Perhaps you just desired slavery so much that even one night of luxury and freedom was just too much against your station!"

Benny rubbed his chin, thinking, "What was it you told me last time we met? Something, something..." Benny waved his paw around in a circle, "'...I figure I'm owed a little luxury, whatever that cost may be?'"

I couldn't speak, but I could nod, so I did.

"Slaves aren't owed any luxuries," Benny whipped out his flute and poked me in the nose with the metal end. "Especially not one who had it all but threw it away carelessly and desired to live off the wealth extracted from the sale of other slaves!"

Perhaps I had been a bit morally dubious in trying to seduce Jalith to be his favored slave, but such was the way of the world in my station. I wish I could have said that to this coyote and fired back at him, but I was still muted.

"Wealth, luxuries, fine foods and drink..." Benny trailed off. "None of those belong to you, don't you agree?"

Benny snapped his fingers and the collar's constriction suddenly loosened. I could finally speak again.

"I'm owed whatever I can ge-aaaaaaa!"

My cock was screaming in agony, precum dribbling from the tapered tip. I was paralyzed with joy and for a moment I forgot about...

Slaves need to ask permission.

"Please!" I begged as my cock slackened. "Please stop this!"

"Not until you agree with me."

"What!?"

"You're a slave and you're due no luxuries, nothing except what little scraps your master deigns to give you. You do not have the right to live in the lap of luxury off of the suffering of others, don't you agree?"

"I..." I panted, pausing. I wanted to argue but I could feel my cock welling up again with pleasure and my wrist was burning with agony, so I forced myself to control my temper.

"Really, if it were up to me, you would never be free of this curse! But alas, promises are promises..."

"I agree."

"What are you then?" Benny smirked.

"I'm...just a slave with no right to anything," I sighed and lowered my head.

"Good!" Benny snapped his fingers again. "You can rest now."

Collapsing onto the floor, I spread out my arms, finally able to let them rest. Every muscle from my wrist to my shoulder was burning from exhaustion and I could do nothing more than pant helplessly, trying to catch up on breathing.

"You may rest however you please," Benny sang as he ascended the stairs. "I'll see you in the morning, slave!"

I was too tired to even think about escaping or performing any act of revolution, not that I had any desire to. The only desire I had was still lurking in my cock, which begged and moaned for further attention that I was too exhausted to give, even as it enticed me by leaking precum onto the floor.

In the end, I was a slave. My very bones desired to be controlled like this, to be degraded even when I wished not to be.

I was owed nothing by anyone.