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Dreyfus ran through the night with murder thoughts fluttering like moths in his wake. The slender beastfolk bat was clad in dark clothes from head to toe, and his long limbs navigated the rooftops and balustered balconies with ease as he climbed and leaped over Lunamar's boisterous streets. During the day the city was a glistening pearl rising to dizzying heights from turquoise sea; during the night it was wreathed in velvet warmth of jasmine scent from its many terrace gardens, and even though he had arrived by ship just the day before Dreyfus had already fallen in love with place. He genuinely enjoyed working in beautiful cities, and had taken on the assassination job here gladly.

The imperial ambassador had been given quarters in the doge's winter palazzo, in the fashionable part of town, and guards had been posted only around the outer walls. They were bored-looking professionals who were more concerned about shooing off beggars and revellers than deterring any would-be assassins, career men in guarding the sleep of the wealthy and the powerful with little desire or imagination for acts of heroism. The palazzo's security was built to deter human intruders, and Dreyfus found it easy to leap and haul himself over the wall. In his line of work being nimble and quiet was more important than having brute strength, but he could still casually outperform even dedicated human athletes.

He landed in the garden, amidst marble statues and topiary trees in shape of exotic off-world species, and navigated through it flitting from shadow to shadow whenever a passing cloud hid the bright, pale main planet looming overhead on the fragrant sky. He studied the sleeping house for a long while before entering it, his large ears perking up listening for security chatter and his upturned nose trying to pick up any stray whispers of watchdog smell. Dreyfus took pride in his professionalism, and did not want to endanger any hapless servant or ill-sleeping pet--he disliked killing in self defense, and much preferred doing it only for money.

A second floor window opened silently after being unlatched with a thin dagger blade, and Dreyfus slid in the darkness within. He landed with a slight muffled noise on a thick, luxurious carpet, and looked around in what seemed like the ambassador's bedroom based on the personal effects. He melded with the shadows instinctively, leaning against the wall under the windowsill and obfuscating his shape, but lack of tell-tale heartbeat sound in the room told him that it was unoccupied. Relaxing, he started creeping ahead with practiced care, his bare feet avoiding creaky floorboards, when a startling discovery made him freeze in mid step.

On one table behind the wide canopy bed had been collected whips and manacles and all sorts of leather restraints, no doubt meant for interrogating prisoners! Dreyfus tried to stay uninformed of politics so his work would not get complicated by any sudden sympathies, but even then he could not help suspecting that something fishy was going on with this ambassador. Luckily he was here to put an end to it, whatever it might have been! A shudder passed through his spine as he imagined some poor soul getting tortured with those tools, but he steeled himself to focus on the task ahead.

The corridors were as lavishly decorated as the bedroom, and Dreyfus had no trouble sneaking on the soft floors. A thin sheen of light from outside guided his steps amidst marble statues and gilded curios as he ventured deeper into the palace, his passage watched only by the empty rooms with a baited breath. His nerves were as tense as harp string wound tighter and tighter, and a pleasant thrill of excitement tingled down his spine from the nape of his neck to the bottom of his taint. The stalk was his favorite part of business, and he had become erect without even realizing it.

Turning a corner Dreyfus noticed a light dancing behind a slightly open door, and heard the crackling of a fireplace from the room. He stopped immediately to listen, and could soon make out slight, clinking noises. Was it the ambassador working late into night? Or perhaps a servant preparing for the following day's tasks? He crouched low next to the doorframe, his large ears swiveling and focusing ahead. The sounds were too erratic to be made by a human, but Drefus had to be sure. He leaned in closer, ever so slowly setting his hand down for support, and reached out to take the tiniest of peeks inside...

“Do you think he's noticed us?", asked the ambassador who had sneaked next to Dreyfus and now leaned over his shoulder to peer into his chambers.

The bat-folk assassin made a very unprofessional yelp and leaped backwards, tumbled into the man behind him and rolled across the floor in an undignified jumble. However, he sprang up immediately on his wiry legs and held a dagger in front of him, trembling and wide eyed.

The human ambassador was a heavyset man maybe in his early fifties, not much taller than Dreyfus but considerably broader at shoulders, with a short salt and pepper beard and long white hair tied in ponytail. He was wearing loose pants and a bathrobe left open, showing off his gray hairy chest and well defined musculature. He seemed more amused than alarmed, which served to make Dreyfus even angrier.

“Call the guards and you die!", Dreyfus hissed and brandished his dagger.

“Really?" The ambassador raised his eyebrows. “I thought not calling the guards would be what gets me killed."

“Do not toy with me! I'm an assassin sent to put an end to your crimes whatever they might be!"

“Yeah, I figured out that might be the case. I don't usually get strange men in my house at this hour of the night--at least uninvited ones, that is." He pulled out a pipe from his pocket and started fiddling with it calmly, without even sparing a glance at the armed murderer in front of him.

“You seem awfully calm for a man about to die", Dreyfus said but did not drew closer. Something about the human's manners made him nervous, and suddenly he found himself hesitating.

The ambassador shrugged. “It's easy to be calm when you're as fabulously wealthy as I am. What are they paying you? Tell me their names and I'll double their price."

Dreyfus frowned and spat. “I stay bought." It was a cold statement of fact, but inside his belly Dreyfus could feel rage starting to boil. How dared that man not take him seriously!

“I wish you wouldn't do that", the ambassador made a tsking sound.

“What, show loyalty?", Dreyfus sneered.

“No, spit on the floor. Someone has to get it out of the rug."

“Enough!" Dreyfus barked and lunged towards the man, his dagger parting the air like a whistle as he came.

The older man snapped into action, and flinged a fistful of pipe fillings at Dreyfus's face. The surprised bat sputtered and stumbled as he breathed in a good lungful of ground tobacco, and fell onto his knees coughing and wheezing as it burned in his sensitive nose. He looked up teary eyed, and the last thing he saw was a meaty fist careening towards his head.

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When Dreyfus came to he had his face buried in the soft, thick rug of the room he had been spying on. He was on his knees, but when he tried to stand up he was stopped by a sudden jolt. He found his arms going between his legs, and his wrists lashed to his ankles with firm leather straps rendering him helpless. It was a worrisome situation enough, but when he realized that he had also been stripped naked he started to feel the first steps of panic rising in his throat.

“Oh good, you're awake", the ambassador said.

He was standing off to Dreyfus's side, next to a fireplace, and was feeding a caged Earth falcon one seed at a time as if he had all the time in the world to spare. The bird made faint clinking noises as it moved around its metal perch and played with the cage's latch with its beak.

“What is the meaning of this!?" Dreyfus's voice was muffled and he got a mouthful of rug taste as he spoke.

“We're going to have a nice friendly chat, you and I." The ambassador still did not bother to look at Dreyfus as he spoke.

“Is this how you treat your friends?", the bat snorted with ill-deserved indignation.

“Sometimes", the ambassador laughed, “but in your case it's just a precaution. Could be that I need to have an unfriendly chat with you instead."

The older man turned to appreciate the bat assassin's bared form while he let his words sink in. Dreyfus had a slender, toned body with long, delicate limbs and light brown fur that glimmered in the firelight. He had a cute face, with large brown eyes and small mouth with tiny pointy teeth, quick to smile in different circumstances, a pink upturned nose and huge, sensitive ears atop his head. He could feel the human's gaze wander across his body, and as it stopped between his legs he started to burn with embarrassment--he was completely exposed and in a very suggestive pose! Like everything else about Dreyfus his manhood was long and thin, and even flaccid it reached almost halfway down his thigh. His plump balls hung below it in a snug furry package, a little way from his black, tight pucker and a stump of a tail.

The ambassador stepped behind Dreyfus and out of his field of vision. His skin prickled as he anticipated a strike that was surely to land any moment now, and the desire to shield his vulnerable parts made him tug at his restraints, but to no avail. The air between him and his captor grew heavy with silence, and Dreyfus tensed up. To his surprise he could feel a twitch in his crotch as the adrenaline from his desperate situation surged through his body, the unfamiliarity of being taken captive and interrogated exciting him just as the hunt had. He was having a wholly inappropriate reaction, but he could not stop his cock from starting to harden!

“I see that you're already enjoying your stay as my guest. I like that in a man", the ambassador said making Dreyfus clench his ass reflexively.

“Do you expect me to talk?", Dreyfus said with as much bluster as he managed from the floor.

“No mister assassin, I expect you to cum."

“Wha-", Dreyfus started incredulously but was stopped by a heavy hand grasping his ass.

The ambassador had crouched around Dreyfus's rear end was squeezing his buttocks, eliciting a squeal from the bat more from surprise than any real pain. The human's rough fingers toyed with his tight pucker, massaging it and seeking entry into his warm depths.

“S-stop it! I'm not like that!", the bat spat out while getting more and more flustered from the human's advances.

“Really now? You seemed a lot like an assassin to me mere moments ago…" The ambassador chuckled and groped Dreyfus harder.

The lithe male squirmed in his grip and started to protest, but gasped and fell silent when he felt the human's thick digit sliding in his asshole. Dreyfus trembled and grunted as the intruder sought its way deeper into his tender insides, and could not help a moan escaping his lips when the finger pressed against the hard button of his prostate.

“Who do you work for?", the ambassador asked with a cool tone, without anger or arousal.

“Tsch, if you think that humiliating me will make-", Dreyfus muttered between clenched teeth but was again cut short.

“Wrong answer." The ambassador ground in deeper.

Dreyfus panted and grunted as the human inserted another finger in his hot, aching hole and started kneading his prostate with firm persistence. At the same time the ambassador's beefy fist closed around his rock hard erection and started to stroke its entire length ever so slowly, taking care to stop short of his throbbing cock head to keep him on the edge. Electrifying jolts of pleasure coursed from Dreyfus's loins and leapt along his spine as he was being violated by a man the age of his father, and he found it increasingly hard to resist giving in to the human's unwelcome attentions. The bat arched his back and breathed heavier as he presented himself to the older male, letting himself being carried over by the wave of pleasure even against his will.

The ambassador let go of Dreyfus just before he would cum and left him laying on the floor, panting and needy. As his lust-clouded thoughts cleared he realized how he had been acting like an animal in heat in the hands of his target, and he blushed fiercely from the sheer humiliation. He was not gay and did not think of other men that way, but the memory how much he had wanted it burned hot and shameful in front of his eyes, bewildering yet undeniable. The ambassador licked Dreyfus's precum off his knuckles idly, and propped him again on the kneeling position.

“How about now, feeling more talkative, hmm?" The ambassador patted Dreyfus's butt convivially.

Dreyfus gritted his teeth and tried to ignore the persistent throbbing in his slick cock. “Mark my words, human, when I get free I will make you suff-"

“If. Not when, if." The ambassador's tone of voice was as level as earlier, but the words made Dreyfus's belly clench with a cold feeling.

The human walked casually across the room to pick up a flogger, a whip with a bush of short leather strips. He had ditched his bathrobe earlier, and Dreyfus could see the impressive musculature of his bared upper body. He had broad shoulders, barrel-like chest with slightly bulging pecs, and bit of a gut, but was otherwise well preserved for a man of his age. His entire chest and belly was covered in scraggly gray hair that trailed off under his belt. Dreyfus gulped. The man would have been a formidable opponent even in a fair combat, and now that he was alone with him, leashed and lacking witnesses, there was no telling what he might do.

“You tried to kill me. That's hard not to take personally." The ambassador slapped the palm of his hand with the flogger softly as he spoke. “But I am a man of the world, I can understand that sometimes it's just politics. The Empire sadly does not have many friends in the frontier worlds! I have a vested interested in finding out who hired you, but no real reason to see you brought to justice. Tell me what I want to know, and I'll let your indiscretions slide this time. Deal?"

Dreyfus merely scoffed. His position was starting to get uncomfortable, and his knees and back ached to stretch out. His rear end still stung from the rough treatment it had received earlier, and the soft carpeting was tickling his nose with every breath. Suddenly he sneezed, making his eyes water, and he resigned himself to sulk silently.

“Oh come on, don't let your pride get better of yourself. Nobody has to know what happens here", the ambassador cajoled as he circled around the bat's prone form.

“Do you take me for a fool, imperial!", Dreyfus snapped. “Someone like you wouldn't give a rat's ass about a variant like me! I'm as good as dead if I talk."

“Such distrust among young people nowadays! Why, back in my day when a man gave his word it meant something!" The ambassador laughed and leaned in to caress Dreyfus's ears, rubbing them soothingly between his fingers and giving them a little kiss.

“Do your worst, man", Dreyfus growled but could not help shivering even as he spoke--from fear or desire to see what would happen, he could not tell.

“Well, if you insist", the ambassador said flippantly, and smacked Dreyfus's butt quite hard.

His fleshy rump made a loud, smacking sound in the silence of the night, and the human chuckled in surprise when he saw the how much the simple slap made the bat strain against his bindings. The hand print tingled and throbbed with heat that welled up from the violated muscle, but soon mellowed out into a pleasant, lazy feeling like soreness after a hard workout. Dreyfus was given only a short reprieve though, for the human started stroking his cock again, keeping it turgid and constantly on the edge of release. Dreyfus tried to buck his hips and hump the man's fist, but he simple let go whenever the bat's thrusts became too insistent.

The ambassador ran the flogger along Dreyfus's bare back and over his ass cheeks, letting the cascade of limp leather strips tickle him. They made promises of a harsher touch as they moved over his balls and across his rock hard cock, and kept Dreyfus tensed up. He drew quick, shallow breaths as he waited for the inevitable sting, determined not to give the human the pleasure of seeing him flinch. The ambassador swung the flogger lazily, and even the light brush of leather against his sensitive parts made Dreyfus inhale sharply and whimper.

“Feels nice, doesn't it?", the ambassador said with an amused voice, which infuriated Dreyfus more than anything. “But imagine your plump, tender balls getting whipped hard with this… the leather biting into your most vulnerable parts… Or you can prevent all of this by just cooperating, you know?"

“Feh! Just come closer and I show you a thing or two about biting vulnerable parts!"

“Oh my, looks like you actually prefer getting it the hard way, then", the ambassador said with mock surprise.

He slapped his own palm hard, and the loud, snapping sound made Dreyfus jump from fright. When he realized what had happened he snarled angrily, but could not take regain his lost composure. His pride was being ground up at a steady, implacable pace, and he could not even find solace in resigning to his fate. The human's constant jabs and mockery kept him off balance, his mind flitting between desire for revenge and desire for humiliation, for the complete loss of control was getting at him in a way he had never even dreamed of.

“Hah, you show spirit, I like that in a man! Maybe I won't do any permanent damage to you, this time at least, I would love to have a second encounter with you after all..."

The ambassador flogged Dreyfus with a loose wrist, tickling and teasing his sex with every slap against his trembling cock and clenched balls. It did not take long for the leather strips of the flogger to start glistening with the bat's precum, and the sound of his flesh being pleasantly tormented made him pant with desire. The air around them grew heavy with musty sweat and the salty tang of precum as minutes grew longer, accentuated by the moans and slaps of leather against flesh. Dreyfus's arched body burned with a need to straighten out and stretch himself, but he was held fast by his leather bindings and was reduced to a trembling pile of fuck lust. He squirmed and moaned but did not speak when the ambassador pressed for him names, which seemed to raise a grudging respect in the man.

“I see that you are a man with determination. In other circumstances that would be a commendable quality!" The human crossed his arms and looked down at the bat. Dreyfus's reply was just a faint smile, one lacking mirth and born out of stubborn defiance. I won, old man.

The ambassador shrugged and moved out of view for a moment, and when he returned he bent to unlatch Dreyfus's wrist cuffs from his ankles. He sighed from relief when he was released from his awkward position and flopped down, laying on the floor incapable of even a thought of escape as the tension in his back and thighs discharged through his muscles. His relief was short-lived, however, for the ambassador looped a soft rope around his wrists with a practiced manner, and before Dreyfus realized what was happening he was tugged up and left hanging by his arms. The ambassador had thrown the rope around ceiling beam and tied it to a cast iron sconce on the wall.

Dreyfus yelped when a jolt passed through his exhausted body, but the ambassador simply shushed him and tied the rope tighter. He was pulled up until he had to balance on the tip of his toes, and left teetering on the precarious position, his cock swinging in the air whenever his tired leg muscles trembled and buckled. Dreyfus called out his displeasure at the human, but the time for banter seemed to be over. The ambassador kneeled in front of Dreyfus, and ever so carefully took in his cock in his mouth and started to suck.

Dreyfus gasped when felt the soft lips close around his rigid erection, and a tongue press against the underside of his glans. He was young enough to be the ambassador's son, and much lower on the social ladder, yet he was getting pleasured with skill and enthusiasm fitting for a street walker by the older man. Dreyfus tried to stay upright, but his hips moved on their own as his cock was being licked and sucked with wet, smacking sounds. He was thrown off balance which made his arms protest painfully as his entire weight was suspended on them, and when he recovered back to his tippy toed position an another surge of pleasure from his throbbing crotch was already ready to keel him over.

“Enough!", he wailed in desperation, “I don't know them! I was contacted anonymously!"

The ambassador stopped and looked up with mischievous eyes. “Now that's a disappointment. Looks like we've had this conversation all for nothing!"

“Just please let me cum…"

“You have to want it in the ass, son." The ambassador kissed the tip of Dreyfus's slick cock and stroked it slowly. He did not look at Dreyfus, but his voice was a smiling edge to it.

“Please fuck me 'till I cum, okay?"

“Say it like you mean it."

“Fuck me raw in the ass daddy!", Dreyfus yelled with hysterical voice.

The ambassador got up and turned Dreyfus around, patted his perky butt and then grasped him by the hips with his strong hands. He lifted the bat up in the air leaving him hanging from his wrists as he lowered him slowly on his stiff, veiny cock. Almost instinctively Dreyfus clasped his thighs around the man for support, and let the hot, throbbing meat pole impale his tight hole. It was much thicker than the ambassador's fingers had been, and as it slid in it stretched out Dreyfus's pucker almost painfully wide. However, he was far beyond caring now and and simply bucked his hips to take in the cock deeper into his guts. His own cock sputtered and drooled precum on the floor in long, glistening strands, and when the ambassador started to thrust into him a wordless animal moan escaped his lips.

The human's firm thighs made slapping noises against Dreyfus's buttocks as he was penetrated roughly, suspended in mid air and growling mindlessly. His arms burned from exhaustion, his back was arched to a lust-driven spasm, and his tender bowels were being hammered by the human's blunt fuck tool. He had never been humiliated or aroused to such a degree before, but what drove him over the edge was the flush of realization that he enjoyed being taken by a man twice his age and size. He made short, strained yelp and shot his load on the luxurious carpet, the thick, pearly spurts of cum glistening accusingly on its pristine surface. Almost immediately he felt a warm sensation of wetness spreading in his ass as the ambassador climaxed too, grunting and wheezing from the exertion. His cock pumped thick human seed in his virgin ass load after load as if he was determined to breed his new boy toy.

Eventually they relaxed and pulled apart, and the ambassador cut the rope letting Dreyfus to collapse on the floor, flustered and panting. His ass hurt and he could feel a steady trickle of something warm seeping out with every breath, but he felt oddly content--whatever would happen next, he was ready to accept his fate as long as the after throes of his massive orgasm rolled around in his belly.

The ambassador crouched next to Dreyfus and patted his back, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. The human's breath was warm and soft, and it had a nice, deep growl to it.

“Truth to be told I already knew who hired you. It was I."

“W-what!?" Dreyfus's head snapped up and he stared at the smirking human incredulously.

The ambassador shrugged and continued matter-of-factly. “I'm new to Lunamar, and this port city is full of schemers and intrigues. I need someone who I can trust, an outsider like you with no attachments nor loyalties. You passed my test with flying colors!"

“You cannot seriously think that I would-", Dreyfus snapped angrily but was cut short by the ambassador squeezing his butt.

“Why not? You did not betray your client for money or under threat of pain, and in Lunamar that is a rare talent indeed. You will be handsomely rewarded for your services, and you've already demonstrated that anything I would ask of you, you wouldn't find distasteful." He pointed at his hairy belly and still hard cock jutting from a bush of hair. “And if you do well there's more of this too in store if you'd like…"

Dreyfus's anger went down with a single gulp, and was replaced by the heat of blushing on his cheeks. He looked aside and frowned, but could not find the will to turn down the man's offer inside himself. He huffed and stood up, and shook his spent limbs. A thin strand of cum dangled from his cock and stuck to his inner thigh as he did so. He walked up to the fireplace and stared at it arms crossed, the flames rippling over the contours of his slender body as he stood silently. The ambassador walked behind him and set his hands on his shoulders. They felt warm and Dreyfus did not shook him off.

“What's your name?"

“Lord Evenstone, lord Gabriel Evenstone at her majesty's foreign service."

“Do you have a wife?"

“One wife and two mistresses."

“So what I would be to you?"

“A retainer?"

Dreyfus turned his head to look at Gabriel. “Do you often fuck your retainers in the ass?"

“Only the cute ones, I let the burly ones to mount me instead." Gabriel laughed and kissed the base of Dreyfus's ear. It tickled and felt pleasant.

Dreyfus frowned and made a tight-lipped smile. “Fine. I guess I could serve you for the time being, on one condition: I don't do politics so leave me out of that nonsense."

“Would you do politicians, though?" Gabriel raised his thick eyebrows and smiled.

“It seems that I already have."

“Then it's settled", Gabriel grinned and closed his big arms around Dreyfus, hugging him from behind tightly against his hairy chest.

“A pity about the carpet though."

“Oh don't mind that, it has seen worse things."

“Would you like to show me?", Dreyfus raised his eyebrows and made a lopsided grin. He really enjoyed working in beautiful cities.