Nick Gets Nicked
Author's Note: This is one of the first cub stories I wrote, about eight years ago. A thieving cub is finally caught, and taken to the Warden for his punishment. Geographically-minded people might notice that the fox's name is also the capital of Lithuania; I have no idea why I chose that; it just sounded good for a fox.
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NICK GETS NICKED
Characters and Text © Sandwalker, 2003
The heavy wooden door opened, letting the orange-red light from the torches in the corridor flood in to illuminate the stark holding cell. The current occupants, two teenaged wolves and a cougar cub, looked up with fearful eyes at the guard who entered, a rather imposing badger wearing leather armour and a spiked helm of steel. "You! Cat! Come with me. The warden wants to see you."
The cub whimpered and got up, taking hesitant steps towards the door. The guard had cuffed him around the ears before, and he didn't want to be hit again. The guard did take a swing, but the cub ducked and hurried out of the cell, into the arms of the awaiting vulpine escort. Without a word the two soldiers took hold of the cub's shoulders, turned, and started marching down the corridor, forcing the cub to almost run to keep up.
For several minutes they marched through the lower levels of the castle, climbing up a couple of flights of stairs, passing only a couple of furs on their daily business. Why did they put the cells so far away? the cub wondered, his step faltering a moment before he regained his quick pace. The guard on his right glared down at him for his misstep, but didn't say anything.
Eventually they stopped outside an ornately carved oak door, inset with iron fittings. The guard on his left tapped smartly on the door, and was answered by an almost immediate, "Yes?"
"Sir! The prisoner you sent for!" the guard responded.
"Bring him in, then get out. Make sure I'm not disturbed." The voice coming from the other side of the door was deep, and strangely lyrical. The cub fancied that it belonged to one of the aristocratic horses, second in rank only to the royal house.
The guard turned the latch on the door and pushed it open; the other guard pushed the cub inside, then shut the door, leaving him facing a huge mahogany desk, behind which was a heavy chair. The back was facing him, so that its occupant was hidden. Slowly it turned, indeed revealing the long facial features of a horse. The large black eyes studied him, roving over every inch of his five-foot body. He was silent for what seemed like an eternity, then he spoke. "So you're the little thief who's been stealing fruit from the royal orchard," he said quietly, in a pleasant tone dripping with malice. "We've been trying to catch you for three months now -- and now I have you, right here in my office. " He steepled his fingers, then asked, "What's your name, boy?"
"My friends call me Nick," the cub replied, trying not to stammer, "because I was able to nick things for them."
"Hmm, yes, that does seem rather an appropriate name. I, as I'm sure you know, am the Head Warden." He paused, then added, "Now that we have the formalities out of the way, what say we move onto my favourite part -- the punishment. Now, normally I would sentence you to a public flogging, or even a stay in our excellent dungeon facilities, but I think that in your case...." The warden trailed off, eased himself out of his chair, and came around the desk to get a better look at Nick.
Nick flinched as the warden placed his large hands on his shoulders and squeezed gently. The hands moved lower, feeling his arms, his torso then -- to his embarrassment -- his crotch. "Feels like you have a nice package," the warden murmured, giving Nick's genitals a grope through the fabric of his trousers. "And a nice butt," he added, putting his hands on the cub's cheeks and squeezing hard.
A gasp escaped Nick's throat, and the warden chuckled. "Ooh, you like that, do you? I'll keep that in mind." He stood back and leaned on his disk, tapping his fingers on the wood. "I saw you being led into the cells, and I thought to myself, 'Now, there's a sexy boy. I'm sure he'll be fun to play with.'"
An idea of what the warden might be planning skipped through Nick's mind, sending shivers of fear -- and, oddly enough, anticipation -- through him. He found himself wondering about what was hiding inside the warden's trousers, and felt his own start getting tighter in the front. Suddenly feeling very self-conscious, he tried to cover up his crotch before the warden noticed.
"Oh, no you don't," the horse rumbled, leaning forward and pulling Nick's hands away, getting a good look at the bulge straining outwards. "Let's see what you have," he murmured, quickly unbuttoning Nick's fly and pulling down his pants. Five inches of hard feline cock sprang out, already oozing a drop of precum. "My, you are an eager one. How old are you, Nick?"
"Uh, fourteen, sir," Nick replied, blushing redly within his ears. "Fifteen in a few months." He moaned softly as the warden crouched down and grasped his cock, his hand strangely gentle.
The warden smiled and moved his hand up and down Nick's member, giving it little squeezes on the upward strokes. "Fifteen, hmm? Almost an adult." He stopped stroking Nick's cock and leaned back. An enigmatic smile creased his lips, giving Nick a slight pang of worry. An expression like that never boded well, especially when it was on the face of such an important person. "Tell me, Nick...have you ever played around with anyone?"
For a moment, Nick had no idea what the warden was talking about. He blushed harder when he realised what was meant. "Uh...once or twice," he murmured, looking down at the floor. "With my best friend's sister."
"Really? Are you still a virgin?" The cub's head lowered even further, giving the warden his answer. "Good," he murmured, stroking the bulge growing in his crotch. "I always like to introduce young people to the joys of sex." The warden's voice was tinted with lust. He eased himself to a standing position, and began to unbutton his own fly.
Nick swallowed hard as his eyes beheld the massive tube of flesh that was slowly revealed by the warden's actions. It stretched out at least a foot, and was steadily growing, thick and dark brown. The warden grinned at Nick, and began to fondle his shaft, lightly moving his large hand up and down the heavy length. "You want this up your ass, Nick?" As he spoke he fully removed his trousers, letting his heavy balls dangle freely below him.
"Me?" Nick uttered the word a couple of octaves higher than normal. "That, up me?" Fear finally stabbed Nick through his heart as he tried to imagine that enormous cock driving up into his young body. "I...I can't!" he protested.
The warden leaned forward and rubbed Nick's head. "I was just kidding. You're not going to get fucked by this. However...." He walked briskly over to the door, and opened a little hatch at eye level. He spoke quietly to the soldier standing guard outside, then closed the hatch. The door was opened moments later, and one of the vulpine soldiers entered. "Yes, sir?" he asked, closing the door behind him. "What is it you wish me to do?"
"You see young Nick here? I'd like you to help me deflower him." The warden and the soldier shared a large grin. "He's too small to take my own member," the horse said, giving his cock another stroke to emphasise his words, "but I'm sure he'd be quite capable of taking that of a male such as you. Besides, when was the last time you had a truly tight fuck?"
"Months, sir!" replied the soldier, eyeing Nick hungrily. Nick stared back, his gaze drawn to the quickly rising tent in the fox's trousers. "The last time was with a cute little calico. She was tighter than the King with his gold!" he jested. Seeing the youngster staring at his crotch, began to release the fastenings on his trousers, grinning lasciviously. From his underwear sprang a dark pink cock, somewhere around seven inches long.
Nick swallowed hard, realising that he'd shortly have that piece of vulpine meat stuffed up his defenceless tailhole. If he was going to get his virginity taken away from him, he was not going to fight it -- he knew how much pain might be experienced by listening to accounts from one of his boy-loving friends. Sighing in resignation, he stripped off the rest of his clothes and looked to the warden for further instructions.
"That's the way, boy," the horse replied, smiling widely. He turned around and headed back to his desk, easing himself back into his large hide-covered chair. "Ah, that's better. Come over here, Nick, and show me how well you can pleasure me."
"Yes, sir," Nick responded, nodding his head slowly. He padded over and went behind the desk, standing in front of the warden. He looked down at the huge cock lying against the warden's body, and took a tentative hold on it with his hands. It throbbed strongly, jerking upward at the initial touch. Nervously, he lowered his head and gently licked over the flared head, making the warden moan softly. "Oh, yes...that's how I like it. Nice and slow."
Feeling just a little more confident, the cub began to move his hands up and down the thick shaft, slowly swirling his rough tongue around the sensitive cockhead. A thick spurt of precum suddenly splattered against his muzzle, and without thinking Nick licked his lips. "Mmm, nice," he murmured, flicking his tongue into the cockslit to get some more. His hands seemed to move by themselves, one hand sliding up and down the shaft while the other one went down to fondle the large brown orbs below.
The warden gestured to the soldier. "Get over here, Vilnius, and give Nick a taste of your cock. But...just for this time, lick his ass, and get it all wet. Don't want his first time to be murder, do we?"
Nick's blood seemed to freeze in his veins at mention of murder. He stopped what he was doing, looking up at the equine face above him in consternation. "Don't worry, boy. I didn't mean it like that," explained the warden. "A bad joke on my part. Please, continue."
Not entirely reassured, Nick went back to pleasuring the massive organ in his hand. As his tongue moved around the cockhead, he tried to take it into his mouth. After a few attempts he managed the feat, taking the flared head all the way, although his jaws pretty soon hurt like crazy from being stretched so wide. A spurt of thick precum fired out of the member and splashed against the back of his throat, making him gag and choke in reflex. He pulled his muzzle off the warden's cock, hacking and coughing. "Sorry, sir," he gasped when he had regained some of his breath.
"Quite all right," the horse said, scritching Nick lightly behind the ears. "Try not to take so much. Not many can get their mouths around my cock with ease." He waved the soldier forward. "Go easy on him, Vilnius."
"Yes, sir." The fox had removed his trousers, and was now totally naked from the waist down. His member stood out proudly from his body, oozing a large droplet of precum. He crouched down behind Nick, parted the youngster's cheeks, and began to lave Nick's tailhole with his rough tongue.
Despite his trepidation, Nick felt himself relaxing as the fox dug his tongue into his anal star, and pressed his butt back against Vilnius' muzzle, trying to get more of the oral member into him. "Mmm, that's good," he mrred, returning some of his attention to the warden's cock.
Vilnius smiled as he pleasured the cub's tailhole, giving it up after a short time to stand up and press the head of his member against Nick's anus. He gripped Nick's hips and, before the youngster had time to tense up, he pulled him back and thrust forward, impaling him on his thick shaft.
Nick's mouth opened, and a loud yowl of pain and protest escaped from his throat. His hand tightened on the warden's member, making him moan in pleasure. The pain was incredible, like nothing he had ever experienced. He felt every searing inch of the fox's cock push hard into his inner depths.
"Ohh, yes," Vilnius drawled, hilting himself fully in Nick's ass. "You're definitely the tightest I've ever fucked." He held the cub against him, feeling the resistance of Nick's rectum trying to push the massive intruder out, with no success. "Just relax," he said, "and stop trying to fight it. It'll only be the more painful for you."
I know that, Nick thought with some heat, but it's hard! Ow, it hurts! He was somewhat gratified to notice that the fox wasn't moving. In fact, Vilnius had moved his hand beneath his body and was stroking his erection. Nick mrrred softly as the pleasure from his cock slowly reduced the pain in his ass. He began to thrust against the fox's hand, inadvertently fucking himself on the vulpine cock buried within him.
The warden lightly grasped Nick's head and bent it down again. The cub took the hint, and resumed his oral manipulation of the horse's member. Precum was flowing copiously from it now, and Nick savoured the bittersweet taste before it slipped down his throat.
Behind him, Vilnius picked up the pace a little, sliding half of his cock in and out of the feline's tailhole. "How's that, Nick?" he asked, stroking the youngster's cock in time with his thrusting. "Is it feeling good?"
"Mmm-hmm," replied Nick, suckling on the flared head of the warden's prick. He was starting to purr softly in response to the gentle fucking he was getting. He let a hand drift down to the huge equine balls below, and began to massage them, squeezing them gently, rolling them in his fingers, scritching them.
"Ohhh," the warden moaned, closing his eyes and leaning back heavily in his chair. He felt his orgasm rising, the cum churning in his balls, ready to start the journey up his shaft into Nick's muzzle. "Suck me harder, Nick. Show me that you want my seed!"
At the same time Vilnius increased the force and length of his thrusts, slamming all of his seven inches deep into Nick's abused asshole. The knot at the base of his cock was slowly growing, and he knew that if he tied with Nick, the cub would be in a lot of pain. On the other hand, the chance to do so with such a nice boy was too good to pass up. He started humping harder, trying to get his knot past Nick's tight anal sphincter.
Nick didn't realise what the fox was trying to do until it was too late. He felt the fleshy bulb battering against his opening for a few seconds before he suddenly cried out in pain as Vilnius jammed his knot into his rectum. In moments it swelled up, tying them together. The hand on his cock never ceased its wonderful stroking, and presently Nick realised that the strange pleasure he had been feeling up until that point was the vulpine cock prodding his prostate, if what his friend had said was correct. Now that Vilnius was locked inside him, and still fucking him, albeit with greatly reduced thrusts, the prodding was constant. That, coupled with the hand still stroking his cock, quickly sent him over the edge into the most intense climax he had experienced in his young life. He cried out in ecstasy, his hands tightening on the warden's thick member and round balls as he shot several small jets of feline seed out onto the rug below.
Moments later Vilnius joined him, grunting loudly as he pulled Nick onto his cock and released his foxcream deep into the cub's bowels. The spasms of Nick's anus massaged his member deliciously, keeping the fox on the edge for nearly a minute before he finished coming. Quite weak-kneed, he refrained from pulling out forcibly as he usually did, and just savoured the sticky heat of the ass surrounding him.
Seeing that Vilnius was coming, the warden arrived at his own peak. Bellowing in a typically equine fashion, he gripped the sides of his chair as he thrust upward into Nick's muzzle, filling it with the first thick spurt of his seed, almost immediately followed by another.
Nick was taken by surprise by the amount of semen that splattered into his mouth, and he choked on the first mouthful, letting it spill down the warden's mighty shaft before he managed to draw breath through his nose and gulp down the next spurt. It was incredibly gooey, and seemed to ooze slowly down his gullet, causing the cum to back up. He coped admirably with the flow, only losing a quarter of it. What dripped down the horse's cock he rubbed into the flesh like a moisturiser, making the warden groan louder in pleasure.
When the warden was done he slumped back further into his chair, scritching Nick behind his ears. "Come up here, boy, and rest on me," he said tiredly, but with a note of kindness in his voice.
With some difficulty, for the fox was still embedded in his ass, Nick shuffled up onto the warden's body, lying against him and purring softly. Vilnius draped himself over Nick's back, tied for the next few minutes with his young partner. "I enjoyed that," Nick murmured sleepily.
"So did I, Nick, so did I." The warden sighed contentedly. "And you, my foxy friend?" An affirmative grunt was his reply. "So...would you like to do that again sometime?"
"Sure, I think," Nick murmured. His ass was quite sore, but he had been told that after the first few times he'd feel little or no pain. "As long as you don't try and fuck me...Vilnius was good." A happy noise from the fox acknowledged the compliment.
"So I've noticed on a couple of occasions," the warden said with a wink at the fox. "I'll do you a deal. If you come by, say, once a week for some of my soldiers to relieve some of the pressures of their job in you, I'll grant you free range of the orchards, with a limit of one basket of apples each week. I'll inform the guards, so that you won't be stopped. Sound fair?"
The thought turned around a few times in Nick's mind before it settled down comfortably. He flexed his anal muscles, feeling the foxcock still trapped inside him, and reflected on how nice it felt. "Deal."
The warden smiled. "I'll sign the papers later -- after we've cleaned up from our little tryst in here." He ruffled Nick's fur. "You can wash up in my bathroom once Vilnius has pulled out."
Nick merely nodded and sighed, for once feeling happy that he had been caught stealing. He couldn't wait to tell his gay friend all about it. "Could I bring a friend?"
"By all means! I'm sure my soldiers wouldn't object to another cub to fuck. Is he as cute as you?"
"He's a black panther, sir. His name is Buster."
"I look forward to meeting him, then. Vilnius, are you done yet? Both of you are getting a little heavy."
"Sorry, sir." The fox dragged himself upright and gently pulled back, easing his shrinking knot out of Nick's tailhole; the cub hissed as his anus widened momentarily to release it. He weakly padded over to pick up his trousers and put them on. "If you need me, sir," I'll be taking a bath. George will relieve me."
The horse nodded. "Thank you, Vilnius." Once the soldier was gone he carefully pulled himself up, slipping his arms beneath the drowsy cub, and picked him up. "Let's get you washed and back with your friends, hmm?" he murmured as he strolled toward the bathroom. He closed the door behind him, and moments later the sound of running water was heard.