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The Mark of Nobility

By BunnyBoy

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Warning the story contains a non consensual sexual encounters between adult males and a male cubs. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy

The road was rough and rutted as the cart jolted its way towards the mansion. On the roof sat a pair of guards, in decorative armor culminating in ferocious scowling masks. On the front behind the great plodding pill bugs that pulled the carriage was the driver. A pale furred bunny with black spots, he quietly kept the beasts in line wincing at every jounce of the road, expecting any moment the harsh bark of anger from the occupants of the cabin. But that never comes even though the guards do growl down at him on the rougher landings.

Inside despite the rough terrain the riders are quite comfortable. The two silver and black kitsunes sit there chatting amiably with their guests. The 22 year olds look remarkably alike but that's not too surprising when dealing with twins. They are tall and lean with light red eyes, well built but not overly muscled. Each also has three fully grown sets of luxurious tails with three more starting to bud. There robes are of the finest silks in dark green. The one on the left is Lucas he's a little more talkative then his brother Darren the other brother however seems to be a little more friendly offering treats and morsels to the three young guests sitting with them.

On the bench across from the brothers sits three young cubs, all felines all dressed in clothes that are considerably more shabby then there adult counterparts. The oldest Duma is a ten year old tiger. His fur is white except for the patch of orange that blazes on his chest. He sits on the left hand side of the bench peering out the window with his bright blue eyes. Just a year younger is a nine year old cheetah, an unusual species to be found in this country. Shabiru has red fur with dark spots scattering his form. He's a little skinnier then the tiger but his legs are lean and well muscled. He's seated on the right hand side of the bench putting on a brave face and watching the two fox lords with his glinting green eyes. Seated right between the two boys is another cheetah still younger. At five Lasaroo seems a little worried he's never been this far from home before. He looks up at his big brother happy that he's here to protect him at least.

It's the littlest cheetah that seems to spend the most time thinking back on what has happened. He tries not to whimper as he thinks about how everything changed just a few short days ago.

The family had been settling down to eat the mid day meal. It was a meager affair of rice, broth and a few small vegetables. It was then that the door swung open with a loud bang. Standing there in the doorway was a big man dressed in something hard and shiny his muzzle under the helmet is an evil scowling monster face. He stepped aside and in came the two silver furred foxes. The two men closed on his father quickly and began talking in hushed whispers, but the little cheetah was near by. He heard them talking to daddy of back taxes, and how much they owed to the lord who watched over there small farm. Daddy looked worried, he tried to explain to the man that it had been a hard year. That what with the state of the weather lately there crops had been providing barely enough for them alone.

One of the foxes seemed sympathetic but it was the other one who talked. He frowned almost prettily at the older cat, as he hemmed and hawed. He said he was sorry to hear that but the lord, his father still needed to be reimbursed for letting them stay on this land. In fact if they could not pay or provide something of value the guards would be forced to turn them out. The silver furred fox sighed and said he hated that it had to come to this but it was the lords will. Is there anything, anything at all he could offer in lieu of payment?

Father frowned and seemed to grow smaller as he slumped down. He answered that no, there was nothing he had to offer.

With a deep sigh the fox that'd done all the talking raised his hand to call for the guards, but a paw tugged at his shoulder. The second fox shook his head and nodded away from father, towards where the family had sat down to dinner. The first fox smiled and turned back to father. He said "It looks like your wrong dear sir you do seem to have the means of paying your debt to your noble lord. We will take your son...", he was interrupted by a cough from the other fox, "your sons as payment. Just think about it with two fewer mouths to feed then you should be able to more then make up the missing money. Plus if this tithe pleases the lord then he may reward you." The fox then gestures to the guards and one of the scary faced men stomps forward taking the little cheetah roughly by the paw and his older brother too. They whimper softly and mommy shouts for them but daddy stops her. They both seem very sad and Lasaroo wants to go back but the big armored man won't let them go.

As they were lead to the carriage they saw another of the guards standing next to it holding tight to the ragged collar of a little tiger. The brothers immediately recognized him as Duma, the boy from the adjacent farm. It seemed like his daddy couldn't pay the taxes either.

The carriage stopped at several more farms and homes but in every case they two brothers came back with money or live stock. At the end of the day they loaded the money into an iron box beneath the back bench of the cart. They sped off then leaving most of the guards behind to travel back to the mansion with the slower live stock. The brothers however knew there father would want his special tribute soon as possible.

The brothers had ridden through the night dozing on there benches, when they could,. The little cubs tried to sleep too. The benches were heavily padded but the bouncing and rocking from the rutted road made sleeping hard. Instead the brothers asked there friend what had happened with him.

Duma whimpers for a moment looking over at the two fox brothers wondering if they might get upset. "Well," he whispers, "I was out helping momma with the vegetables. You know pulling up weeds and stuff. Momma would show me which ones were plants and which were weeds so I could be good. I saw the cart stop and I saw the men with all the animals. I was wondering what was going on. I thought it might be a circus, so I ran out front wanting to see the clowns." He blushes a bit feeling embarrassed about that last thought. "When I got out front I saw it wasn't a circus cart and there weren't no clowns. One of the men with the monster faces saw me near the cart and grabbed me by the scruff of the neck dragging me back to the house. Poppa was by the door talking with the two foxes. Monster face told them I'd tried stealing from the cart. Before I could even defend my self Poppa said he'd punish me severely. One of the foxes was looking at me though. He was looking at me funny too like he was hungry and I was sticky bun he wanted to gobble up. I think Poppa noticed too cause he said that since he couldn't pay this year maybe they could use me, I was very obedient and never talked back. He said I'd make a very good servant." The little tiger almost seems to cry at this. "So the foxes made Monster face drag me back to the cart and well you know the rest."

The cheetahs look at each other, some how they doubted the somewhat sticky fingered tiger really was as innocent as he said of trying to sneak into the cart. They felt sad for him though, it was bad enough to be taken away from your family but to have your dad give you away like that it had to be hard. They lean in and cuddle with there striped friend.

The second day was a long one the carriage only stopped once or twice for bathroom breaks and meals. Though the two foxes were very friendly, and shared many treats with the cubs, the boys were sullenly silent most of the day. Some times though it was hard and the boys would smile and laugh. Lucas had a huge repertoire of very funny jokes, and Darren could pull the funniest faces, the boy's laughed hardest when he did one of the grim faced guards. By now the boy's had come to realize the snarling, mean and unchanging faces of the two solders were merely lacquered masks.

That night they stopped at an inn. The fox brothers paid for two rooms and one of them, the cubs still couldn't tell them apart easily, looked at them with that hungry look again. His brother however put a stop to what ever he'd been thinking with a paw on his shoulder and a shake of his head.

After dinner the three cubs were shuffled off into on one of the room's along with the rabbit servant, and the guards. The rabbit and the two guards laid out the bed rolls on the floor giving the small bed over to the felines. The guards, one a weasel and the other a white and black dog of some sort, settled in with a practiced ease and start playing some sort of complicated game with the rabbit. They each hold a paw full of marked tiles and they seem to shuffle them back and forth. The cubs can't make heads or tails of it. After awhile they hear something through the wall. It must be coming from the other room the foxes had paid for.

The dog glances over as he hears the first low murmur of voices. "Sounds like the entertainment has arrived." He says with a grin. He glances back down to his tiles and casts them away. "Bout time to this hand was terrible."

The rabbit grins over at him. "You out then Don? Forfeiting this hand and your money?" He chuckles as he lays down a tile, the cubs stopped trying to follow the game ages ago so they are more focused on the new sounds coming through the wall.

The weasel pulls a tile from the pile set off to one side before scowling at the one the rabbit had laid. "Any one know anything about the new meat our lords wrangled tonight?"

Through the wall comes the sound of tittering laughter and high pitched squeals. The dog picks up his tiles again determined not to lose his money without a fight. "Yeah I do but it's Lord not Lords. Lucas is the only one indulging tonight. But as for the guests it's a couple of local boys whose family felt they needed the coin."

It's the weasel who replies as the titters turn into squeals. "Just lord Lucas, that's unusual any idea why?" He lays down a tile which makes the bunny hiss in frustration.

The rabbit draws and says, "My guess he's conserving his energy for his new toy."

The dog nods, "Exactly right."

Through the wall the sounds have gotten a little louder and muffled by the wall. Its heavy breathing, and the sound of some one moaning and panting. "Damn" mutters the rabbit shifting in his seat trying to get a little more comfortable in spite of his erection. "Sounds like he's really putting his back into the boy tonight."

The weasel frowns, "You know what screw the money how bout we play for better stakes."

The dog fishes in his pants and hauls out his cock out into the open air idly stroking it as the sounds grow louder. "That's more to my liking. What's the stakes?"

Soon the rabbit and the weasel have there own out pre dripping from them as there paws idly stroke but it's the rabbit who speaks up. "I say each hand wins you a favor from one of the losers. You have to declare the favor when you win, and with who. We can't collect tonight, not with the guests to look after, but once we get back to the mansion that won't be a problem any more." The other two nod in agreement to the terms and settle down to play.

The weasel reaches down tugging down his trousers letting his balls flop to the ground. They seem entirely too big for his body, the great orbs glistening with sweat as he loosens the cloth sling he uses to keep then from swaying about to much or getting in the way as he goes about his daily duties. "If feels good to let them down after a hard day. If I win a hand you think I could call in a favor tonight. It won't be too arduous and I doubt it would bother our guests." The other to game players eyes go wide as the admire the large orbs that fairly pulse with manly seed and musky scent. With out realizing it they both nod there ascent. "Good and since it's such a mild task if I win a hand I'm gonna to call in a favor from both of you. They need a good cleaning I Know you two are up for it." He smiles and turns back to the tiles trusting his assets to distract the others from there play, and get him at least one easy win.

The cubs whimper a bit confused, not sure what the sounds mean. But they do notice when the men are doing as they listen to the noise. The two older cubs know and blush having done something similar but never in front of anyone. They cuddle up with the littlest cheetah keeping him warm while they try to get to sleep, the sounds of sex in there ears, and the smell of rutting males in there nostrils. It takes them a while to finally find sleep and when they do they have rather odd dreams.

The next day they leave the inn bright and early. Lucas smiles happily to see the cubs but Darren seems tired like he hadn't slept well. The cubs themselves are rather tired, deep shadows under there eyes from the strange dreams. They seem even more ragged then usual.

Lucas spends a little time as the gather themselves into the cart teasing his brother. "My how sleepy you look this morning was your bed not as restful as you hoped? What's the matter brother dear was the bed to lumpy? Where our neighbors too noisy? What ever could have happened to disturb your slumber?"

Darren just growls angrily at his brother, "Will you shut up, and stop gloating if I say you were right? I shouldn't have indulged alright. Now let me try to nap."

Lucas smirks then turns back to the cubs. "Did you sleep well little ones." The boys still worried about there situation just nod, not wanting to tell man about the weird dreams. "Hmm Duma you look tired though did any thing happen last night."

The tiger meeps to himself not sure why this brother tended to single him out like that. "No sir nothing. The guards played a game but we didn't know how so we just went to bed."

The brother smiles reaching down under the bench and pulling out a basket he'd brought in from the inn. "Would you like some breakfast little ones? I know we left too early for us to eat at the inn but I had them pack us something for the road. We had to leave early if we wanted to reach the lords mansion tonight." He pulls away the cloth and holds out the small bundle of sticky dumplings. The cubs tried to feign disinterest not sure if they should be too eager to take anything from the person who had taken them from there families, but grumbling bellies proved them to be liars.

The boys each snatched a dumpling and began to chew, little paws getting sticky from the honey. Lasaroo finished first and the little blue furred cheetah looks up at the one wakeful brother still delicately eating his own dumpling. "We..." he hesitates not sure if he's allowed to talk like this, but the brothers had been so friendly he felt it was probably okay. "We are going to be at your home tonight? Why did you take us from our home? What do you want us to do in your home?"

Lucas finishes the dumpling, chewing for a few seconds before answering. "Well part of this has to do with grown up politics. See my father, Daemon, Is the lord of all this land. It is all his property but there is too much here for one family to care for and use properly. So he lets other people live here and work the land, people like your families, and because my father is kind enough to let them work the land, to raise food and money from his land he takes a modest tithe from the farms and families. Your families couldn't pay what they owed this year, neither in money, food or live stock. Because of that our father would have been forced to have your families removed from his land. But instead of doing that we noticed you three. You see like my brother and my father, I like to keep our eyes out for perspective young lad's whom might be of use to the household. We'll take you in lieu of taxes, and you will work as personal servants to us. As long as you work for us diligently and obediently your families will not have to worry about the tithe's owed to our father. In fact depending on the quality of your service to the family father might gift your families with lands and money." He holds out the bundle looking at the worried faces as most of the speech sinks in. "Would anyone care for another dumpling?"

Each cub takes the dumplings eating in silence as they think about what they just learned. Would they ever be allowed to return home. Would they ever even see there mothers and fathers again. Duma wasn't so worried about seeing his father, considering it was him who gave the boy over to the brothers, but his little sister and his mother would be missed but on the other paw, this might make things easier on his long suffering mother too. When the second dumpling was done the little white tiger felt the sticky honey all over his paws, he flicked out his tongue trying to lick his pads clean when suddenly a silver furred hand was there.

Lucas smiles down at the little tiger. "Dirty paws boy, let me help with that. It's only fair since it was my choice of breakfast that made them all sticky." He leans in his big tongue flickering out over the pads of one finger slurping up the little bits of honey that had gathered there. The little tiger giggles at the fox's touch. The tongue tickles as it cleans the palms of his hands probing at the rough pads, and diligently cleaning up every drop of honey.

Duma squirms some more trying to stifle the giggles. He's not sure but he doesn't think its normal for a well-bred young noble to lick the paws of peasant like this. He catches Lasaroo and Shabiru looking over at him surprised as well having licked there own paws clean as they watched. Again Duma fights a whimper wondering why the talkative young lord seems to enjoy singling him out like this. Lucas leans back, finished with his own special treat, and the boys catch a wisp of something oddly familiar. It reminds them of the smell in the room last night, but it's faint and not easy to trace. None of them notice the kitsune rearrange the folds of his robe to hide the lump that had formed at his waist.

The rest of the morning goes quietly with the boys still preoccupied with what they learned this morning and the soft snoring of Darren filling the space. The cubs spend there time staring out the windows watching the lands pass by. They see everything from farms to small villages. They wonder at the new found knowledge that the families of the two fox lords they are traveling with own all of this land. It seems impossible that it would all belong to one family let alone one person. The road is smoother here in better repair but still the jostling should be enough to keep any one awake, so the cubs are amazed by Darren's ability to sleep through it all.

The other brother only comes awake sometime after noon do to the demands of his bladder. Feeling that this was as good a time as any for a break the twins have the cart stop near a large grassy field. While some tend to natures call others are digging out more wrapped bundles from the cart. They pass around roasted fish and balls of sticky rice with a small corked bottle of some sort of sauce. The cubs eat quietly as always but the teasing of both fox lords seems to bring them out of there funk and it's too nice a day be grumpy. the boys frolicked and played a bit running through he grassy meadow as the brothers sat and laughed at there antics.

All too soon or so they felt they were called back to the cart and made to clamber aboard once more. The road was still well maintained but far from smooth but Lucas who'd been active most of the morning decided to take a nap. Still on there bench across from them the cubs had rearranged themselves. Lasaroo had complained that he never got to look at the window so the littlest feline was given his brothers spot, and though he had to stand on the bench to look outside he seemed fascinated by the rolling scenery.

Shabiru meanwhile nudged his friend in the ribs, and thus dragging the white cub's attention from his own window to the red furred cheetah at his side. "Duma." he said in a low whisper. "I wanna tell you something."

The tiger looks confused for a moment before frowning at his friend. "Is it a secret?" Intrigued now there is nothing the boy likes more then ferreting out a secret.

The cheetah looks over at Darren but he wasn't paying them much attention. The boy's had been so quite after lunch and full bellies made it hard to think. So he was engrossed reading through a sheaf of papers. He seemed to be enjoying it though as e muttered and mumbled pleasantly as he passed the time. Seeing that the fox most likely wouldn't over hear Shab leaned in and whispered "Sorta, I think it has to do with the noises last night. Remember those?" He pauses to take a breath while the tiger nods, "Well while we were playing today I noticed one of the guards had slipped away I thought he must be peeing when I heard noises, ones that were a lot like last night."

Duma's eyes seemed to shine he wanted to know what had happened he'd been confused all through the night and he'd had such dreams.

"I followed the sounds and I say not just the guard, it was the dog, but the rabbit that drives the beasts. The dog was down on the ground his trousers pulled down and the rabbit was behind him." He takes a deep breath "They were both making noises. And the rabbit was doing things to the dog."

Duma looks surprised, the guards looked big and mean the rabbit shouldn't be able to do anything to one of them, unless they wanted him too. Plus they had spears and swords so it seemed odd that it was the rabbit in charge. "Doing things? What sorta things? Where they good things?"

The cheetah looks around kind of scared again. "I don't know if it was good or bad I do know they looked like they liked it. And well do remember when your Poppa let you stay over at our farm and that night we went to get your stuffed toy beetle? And we saw you poppa and momma..." he blushes a bit at the memory. "Making babies. That's what they were doing in the bushes."

Duma frowned "Making babies, that can't be right you need a boy and girl for that right?"

Shab nods, blushing more but it's only really noticeable through his reddish fur at the ears. "Yeah that's what I thought too but that's what they were doing." He sees Duma is still confused, and the cheetah was sure his friend was gonna ask how. "Err in the butt, the rabbit was doing it in the dog's butt." His eyes go wide as his thoughts get ready to spill out but he first glances over his shoulder at his brother making sure he hasn't heard any of this. "And the dog's thingy was out and all hard, you know like how it some times gets and they were both moaning and making noise and seemed to like it. And I kept remembering last night how they said the lords had, gotten a couple of boys whose families needed the coin, and then how they sounded through the wall." He whimpers, a bit looking down at the bench confused and scared. "I think that's what they want us for, that's how they want us to serve." He's looking down at his paws on the bench so he doesn't see the confusion on his friends face. He's looking down cause the men he saw really seemed to like it, and though he didn't tell Duma his thingy had gotten stiff when he watched them. It's scary, and strange but he just can't figure out if it's a good or a bad thing.

Darren tries to keep the smile from splitting his lips. "Ohh I picked a smart one I did" he thinks, "This should be fun I can't wait till we present them to father tomorrow." With those thoughts in mind he turns his mind back to the rather naughty work of poetry he's been perusing. Some of the acts described here seem physically impossible, he makes note to try them out as soon as he can.

It was very late when they got to the lord's residence. But they could tell they were close when the dirt road gave over to a cobbled street. The clattering of the iron rimmed wheels on the stone made sleeping impossible, and rendered most speech useless as well. The brothers looked exalted to be home while the older two cubs seemed wary, Lasaroo though was still fascinated by the sights out the window. Especially now with lanterns lighting the dark streets of the village that surrounds the lords mansion. There are lots to see now with big buildings made of stone, colorful signs, and lanterns. The little cub almost jumps up and down in his seat yammering about one thing or the other.

The two silver kitsunes just smile at the eager young lad, enjoying his youthful exuberance. They both sigh happy to know that soon they will be out of this stuffy cab and into there rooms. Sadly alon in those rooms but just for this first night. The cart passes through a large wooden gateway and stops before a large building. It's bigger then anything the cubs had ever dreamed was possible maybe four whole stories tall. Its bottom walls were made of wood and stone, but as it rose higher, the wood seemed to only frame the building the rest seems to be made of large flat slabs of some sort of light white stone. The swept blue tiled rooftops come down in decorative overhangs with lanterns dangling from the points.

The cubs seem awe struck as they are hurried from the carriage. Tall servants in plain blue robes, marked with the same symbol that is painted into the massive front doors, hustle forward. There are three of them one and older male owl, tall and thin with brown feathers, the other two are a plain female mouse, and female tortoise. The owl stops and speaks with the two fox lords, they are too far away to be heard but the sweeping gestures seem to take in the cubs. The owl looks down and nods seeming to agree with something the brothers had said. Meanwhile the females seem to tut over the state of the cubs before ushering them down a side corridor.

The three boys are confused now that they are split off from the adults they spent the last three days with. The ladies seem to chatter on about the disgraceful condition the cubs are in. They herd the little cubs down the hall, the inner walls looking similar to the outer stone but seem to be made of wooden lattices with rice paper panels. Finally the boys are ushered into a small room with a wide, wooden in the center.

"Here we go boys. Now let's get those filthy clothes off you." The mouse in the heavy blue robe says with a grin in her eyes. The two older boys look shocked these ladies want them to strip down, here and now with them watching. The brown mouse titters covering her mouth with the back of her paw. Lasaroo being the youngest and objecting to clothes on what seems to be the way of all young cubs, is the first to strip off the ragged and dirty robes. "Oh don't worry boy's there is nothing you have that we haven't seen."

The tortoise, her robes bundled around her wide blocky shell a little awkwardly guffaws at that as he trundles over to the pull cord. "That's true, but I must admit it's something we see far too little of in service to the lord." She tugs the cord and somewhere in the building a bell rings, a crank is turned and warm water is guided up through a certain series of pipes and out a spigot emptying into the wooden tub.

The mouse tuts at the tortoise, as Las ran about in the bare fur "Oh hush you." It's more playful then really angry though as the steam fills the room. She turns to the last two boys still clinging to there dingy robes. "Now how do you expect to take a bath with those nasty things on."

The words do get a reaction but not the one they were hoping for, Lasaroo's ears droop as he hears the dreaded be word. "No bath, I already had one last week." A little blue streak tries to shimmy past the mouse and out to the hall but she fields him expertly. "Ho after three of my own little ones I should have expected that reaction." She carries the squirming little cheetah over to the half full tub and drops him in holding him there firmly but gently. "Now,." she says turning back to the other boys, "Are you going to get in or does Ms. Kame have to get rough." The mouse giggles as she says it but the turtle girl seems to stretch out her muscles.

Reluctantly the boys slide out of there old cloths before tossing them into the pile. They don't have the little ones anathema to soap and water but they do resignedly trudge towards the wooden tub.

A few moment later Kame tugs on the pull cord signaling the boiler man that they have enough now. She then waddles over to the pile of old clothes gathering them up before disposing of them. She's gone for just the merest of moments before she's back and the two ladies have the boys surrounded. Each has a block of sweet smelling soap in one paw and a brush in the other. Once in the water Las stops his struggling but he spends much of his time splashing and generally being silly. As he tries to doge soap and brushes alike. Duma and Shab on the other paw spend most of there time with cupped paws over naughty bits, shyly trying to keep them out of the view of the older women even as the brushes try to slip down and tickle there little marbles, sheathes and under there tails. The cubs squeak and jump every time the bristles tickle them there and soon they give up trying to keep them away the older women have obviously done this before and are far to skilled to be beaten by mere amateurs.

Once they were more or less clean the ladies ushered them out of the dirty water dripping on the tile floor. The two older boys still held there paws over there little sheaths, still deeply embarrassed about being naked in front of some one. The two ladies just grin before attacking the cubs with fluffy scented towels, drying there fur in quick practiced strokes.

"There you go." whistles Ms. Kame as she finishes. "Now you three have had a long day it's time for you to go to bed. You want to be bright eyed and bushy tailed when you meet the lord tomorrow. The cubs look around but can't find any replacement robes and when mouse opens the sliding door leading back out into the hall it becomes apparent that none with be provided.

Lasaroo of course doesn't seem to notice skipping out into the hallway his boy bits bouncing gently as he hops, the others come at a more sedate pace blushing fiercely though it only really shows in through Duma's fur. There gait is awkward as well they keep there tails low to cover there butts and both paws clasped to there groin. They don't know why the ladies are doing this they don't seem mean.

Luckily they don't meet anyone so the cubs don't get the chance to die of embarrassment. They are taken to a small room with a large sleeping mat against one wall. "This will be your room while you stay with us." Says the turtle. "At least it will be when your duties don't call you to be elsewhere." The Shab looks up at her worried about the tone of her voice. "But all that will be explained to you tomorrow when you are presented to the lord. Tonight though you will need your sleep."

The door closes leaving the cubs alone in the room. There is no lamp but it's not pitch black the paper panels in the door defuse the glow of the lanterns in the hall shedding a dim glow over the whole room. It's dark enough to sleep, but light enough for them to find there way around. Despite the fact that they really hadn't done anything the three boys find they are rather tired. They make there way to the thick mat and fall into its feathery softness. It's better then anything they had at home. It's even better then that night at the in. The youngest cat was asleep almost immediately leaving the other two with time to worry about the tomorrow but eventually they drifted off to sleep as well.

It seemed like the morning came entirely too quick for Duma. The cub felt they'd only just closed there eyes but the sun was up and bright outside. The older mouse was waiting for them again sitting in the doorway a small table covered in brushes combs and bottles arranged in easy reach. Shabiru was already under her ministrations, as she runs the brushes through his fur. Lasaroo must have already been brushed cause he had a light blue robe on. It seemed to fit perfectly and was very nice despite being rather plain. The only decoration was the symbol of the house sewn on the back. The tiger stares at the littlest cheetah, as he plays with some of the small soft toys that must have been in the room all along. Shab must have almost been done because before the tiger knew it he'd slipped over to join his brother. Duma noticed that the older cheetah's robes were almost exactly the same save one small difference. The symbol on the back was nearly identical but for a small additional mark, a slight alteration of the crest.

The mouse smiles at Duma. "Your turn dear." She beckons him over and the little tiger worriedly makes his way over. "Don't worry it won't hurt. Your friends didn't mind."

Duma still looks nervous but she starts out with the stiff brush. Long firm strokes brush through his fur, smoothing out the white and black hairs. Her other paw holds a comb which she uses to work out any of the particularly nasty knots, and tangles. Sometimes there is a tug and a little pain from this but her hands are gentle and that's not often. Soon though she's set aside the comb and is working with a brush in both and smoothing and fluffing out the little tigers fur in quick easy strokes. She goes over his whole frame and he starts to purr as the brush strokes work down his back. It feels so good it takes him a moment to realize she's fluffing the fur on his butt cheeks, before he can object she's moved down his legs, grooming his tail, thighs and up his belly. He was still a little drowsy so he'd forgot to cover up and it was a shock when she put down the large brushes and gripped a smaller handless brush. In a very no nonsense manner she grips his little sheath in one paw and brushes out the fur along his teeny little sack. Duma squeaks but she pays him no mind, working quickly so she doesn't prolong the boy's discomfort. She lets him go and sets that brush aside this time grabbing a small comb, she strokes his still shocked face with on hand as she carefully combs out his face fur. Cooing softl as she smoothes out the ruff of orange around his neck, gently fluffing his cheeks, "Almost done lovely. Lets see." She leans in taking a deep breath inhaling his scent. "Ahh yes a rich scent, I think I know just the one." She reaches for one of the clear bottles, pulling out the stopper and dipping two fingers into the bottle, she flicks them out splashing the scent onto his neck, but it wasn't strong and bore the flavor of citrus. She dips he fingers once again before tracing a path down his chest, and belly, over his sheath and flicking out to the globular fruits. Duma eeps again clapping his paws over his package, but the mouse was expecting this she whirls him around slipping her fingers up and planting the scent under his tail as well. "Yes I think young master will like that. And the scent of oranges suits you little tiger."

She hands him a blue robe like the others but again he notices a slight discrepancy in the crest. It's different the Las's and Shab's He wonders what it means. They sat and played under the watchful eyes of the mouse and breakfasting on rolls and fruit as they wait. It was some time before noon when some one finally came for them.

It was the two brothers themselves and each of them carried a large scroll in ther paws. Behind them were two guards. Shab stared at the guards. They were holding a big iron bound strong box each one gripping one of the handles, there other paws on the hilt of there swords alert for trouble even here. With there masks on The cheetah couldn't tell if it they were the same ones who accompanied them from home but something about the left one's wide legged stance put him in mind of the weasel and his special sling. The mouse leads the three cubs to there place in line right after the guards. With out a word they start marching down the hall. The cubs walk with the youngest in the middle each one holding his paws to keep him in line. They are sure something important is going to happen soon, but don't know what.

The come to a great set of wooden doors lacquered almost black with the house crest emblazoned in gold. It's then that the mouse steps away from the procession letting the men enter without her. They step into a large high roofed hall, each wall is lined with large decorative vases and stationed between them stand huge soldiers in armor. They carry massive spears with blades like curved short swords. The masks on these guards are particularly fearsome, making the ones worn by the regular solders down right pleasant in comparison. The stand still, and if it wasn't for the rise and fall of there chests it would be easy to think them simply statues. In the center of the hall is a large rounded table, of black lacquered wood and it is there that the brothers stop there silent procession. Against the far wall on a raised dais with several steps leading up to it is a throne of what looks like white jade. Seated upon that throne is a large well muscled kitsune, all nine tails reaching there full glory as they spread out over the white stone behind him. He himself wears a fine robes of black trimmed with silver. His fur is deep red, and in his face shines one bright silver eye on his right side and a silver cloth covering his missing left. He towers over his sons as he smiles nodding his head at there approach. He eye flickers over the men and to the light blue robes at the back of the parade and he licks his lips, but he knows he must wait there is protocol to follow after all. He waves his paw almost lazily to his sons' giving them leave to proceed.

Darren steps forward and unrolls his scroll holding it out before him. "My great lord Daemon, while my brother and I have rode ahead I bring you news of the tribute gathered in your honor from across your lands. The main train is still with the soldiers the bulk of which is meant for the lords out lying estates. The Beasts include 17 work and meat beetles, 22 milk aphids, 14 egg bees and 6 fine new ridding locusts bound for your own stables." He steps back and gestures to his brother.

Lucas steps forward holding forth his own scroll. "Great lord Daemon, also amongst the tribute gathered in your name were 34 sacks of rice, 11 bushels of assorted fruits and vegetables, 15 sacks of flour, and 16 large casks of fine rice wine." He steps back and signals to the guards

They step forward with the large iron bound casket resting it on the table before Darren opens it with a flourish. Inside coins of several types lay gleaming in the lantern light. Darren speaks up once more, "We have also gathered for you 34 pieces of fine jade, 87 pieces of gold, 240 pieces of silver, and 894 pieces of copper my lord." He closes the lid once more and hands off his scroll to the guard, his brother does likewise. The soldiers turn quickly carrying the chest and scrolls both to the exchequers office, and finally to the treasury.

Lucas steps forward gesturing for the cubs to come closer. "And finally my lord we bring you one last gift. As you know we have been with out personal servants for the past few months. So I finally present you with Lasaroo, His family consented to allow him into service to your eminence in your time of need." Lucas pats the youngest cub on the back so he steps forward a few steps. He looks scared now glancing back over his shoulders at Lucas and Darren. The brothers both nod and the boy keeps walking forward. "My lord father I would like to beg a small favor of you." Declares Lucas as the youngest cheetah gets to the bottom most step. "I only ask that I may take Duma, as my own personal servant." His paw comes down to rest on the white tigers shoulder gripping him firmly.

Darren follows suit as Lasaroo makes it a third of the way up the stairs, "And I ask that I may take Shabiru as my own servant."

Duma looks up at the fox and his eyes go wide. For the first time he notices the symbol on the shoulder of the fox's robe. It's the house crest but it also bears that little change just like the one he's wearing. It seems they brothers were already laying claim to the older boys.

Daemon still hasn't spoken he waits till the trembling cub has made it up to stand before his throne. He then stands up, a massive creature, he's a full head taller then his sons'. Little Lasaroo looks like he could step between his legs without ducking. "Ahh my sons, you've brought me such fine tribute. I gratefully accept it all and grant your boons." His voice is deep and rich booming off the walls of the great hall. "I especially thank you for this last gift, it has been so long since I had a servant to attend to my..." He pauses grinning down at the blue boy before him. "needs." with one hand the big fox undoes the belt of his robe, letting it part and pulling out his thick fat cock, already dripping copious amounts of pre as he stares down at the wide eyed cub. One paw grips his semi erect penis and wipes the head across the startled boy's face smearing the muzzle with the musky fluids. "I mark this one as mine." Daemon almost howls as he scoops the wide eyed cub into his arms before settling down on the jade seat. He sits the cub on his lap so the boy has to look past the lord's glistening marble black member and out over the room. The boy wonders what this all means as he whimpers softly.

The brothers both grin seeing there father approves. Lucas is the first to act opening his robes with a tug of one paw and pulling Duma in close. The Kitsune's firm red cock bobbles before the boy's startled eyes. "Lick, it." He says with a sigh, "Just like how I did with the honey."

Duma whimpers a moment not sure what's being asked of him. He sees the fox lord's member hanging there a pearl of pre glistening on the tip. "Wha..." he opens his mouth to ask a question but its then that the strong paw pulls him closer. His lips close about the man's sex instinctively letting them curl back keeping the teeth from that tender place.

Lucas starts to moan softly as the boy begins to suckle. "Ohhh god boy, you're a natural." The kitsune's paws rest on his head delicately stroking the boy's ears as his pre trickles onto the little tigers tongue.

Shabiru whimpers as Darren rounds on him. The silver kitsune grips the cub by the belt of his robe lifting him up bodily and sliding him belly down onto the lacquered table. He doesn't bother to open his robes just to let his erection jut out from between the folds. Though few people have ever been able to find the main physical difference between the brothers those that had were usually on the receiving end of them. Darren was a little bit longer then his brother, not much but noticeable, and he was ashamed to admit that Lucas had a bit more girth to his rod. Not that it mattered at this point, he leaned in shoving his muzzle up under the robe, the little red cheetah squeals feeling that ice cold canine nose brushing against his pucker. "Ohh that witch she knew what you'd be doing to me, that's why she used the jasmine, I love jasmine. Just the scent of you has been driving me wild." He lifts the boy's robe angling his cock up under that tail He presses again that ring of muscle, not to much though just enough to feel it.

Shab's eyes go wide as he fumbles across the table. He can feel the fox lord's member pressing into his butt. He whimpers loudly. "Oh gods I knew it, I was right." This is what was happening in the bushes. He wants to crawl away but knows there is no use. The pressure on his rear suddenly disappears and he feels his body turned over. He's on his back now staring up at the silver fox lord he whimpers again wondering about the hunger in the man's eyes.

Darren chuckles, "Don't worry little one that's for later, I was just teasing you for now. Wanting you to know what will be coming soon." The older fox giggles at his own pun knowing the boy won't understand it just yet. He grips the boy's robes opening them just enough. He leans in licking at the tight little balls drinking in the mix of scented oil and confused but aroused cub.

Daemon just sits watching his son's work. In his lap his own boy whimpers a bit as the scene unfolds before his eyes. The little cheetah had never bothered to wipe his muzzle clean perhaps scared for the consequences. One big hand ruffles his head fur, and despite the tableau below the little blue cat's eyes close for a moment and he tilts his head and purrs pushing into that big palm. As he opens his eyes again they keep darting over to the rather large pillar of maleness the juts into his view.

Daemon chuckles, "Kiss it lad." He sees the boy stiffen at the command. But the boy doesn't do anything so he grips the back of the cub's head a pushes it into the pulsing piece of meat rubbing the boy's nose into the lords musky fuck stick. "I can make you do what I want boy, but it'll go much better if you just obey. Now kiss it!" He moans feeling those hot little lips pressing against his skin and sighs. He feels the boy's lips parting and knows the lad is breathing in his musk. "See boy not so bad at all is it. Now hold it with your paws, move them on it." The little tender finger reaches out delicately touching the skin, hesitant at first. Now it's one of the lord's hands that hovers before him careful not to obstruct the view as his friends are taken. "Kiss it, suckle on it..." and with only the slightest hesitation his lips closes around one of the big man's fingers.

Lasaroo isn't sure what's happening. He does have some Idea I mean he is a farm boy he and seen the beasts couple but it hadn't been like this. With beats it's usually eggs and stuff not big black, throbbing... His lips brush the kitsune lord's finger. He suckles for a moment on the pointer wondering why the big man wants him to do it. But he also figures it's better to do what he says, he doesn't want to get punished. He's only got a moment though for the finger is taken away soon after, and he feels something pressing into his bottom.

Lucas moans softly, gripping the back of the little tigers head for a moment before pushing forward. He moans softly thrusting into the cub's muzzle. Both paws hold the lad's head still as his thumbs tickle and tease the kitten's ears. "Such a good boy you are, I'm so glad I picked you my pet. So talented, so exquisite, I can't wait. " He grunts softly trying to hold back his orgasm, wanting to savor this, that will be only the first of many tonight. But the little cub's lips are two sweet, to plump, too wanton, and he feels those lips milking him like the boy had never been weaned. With a howl he lets loose, is first volley pouring right down the cubs throat, as the boy doesn't so much swallow as keep his throat open to prevent drowning. The fox lord pulls back some and the next few pulses of his long ropey cum splatters out in the boy's sweet, sweet muzzle the salty seed rolling off his tongue as Lucas catches his breath. "Such a good lad..." pants the fox lord as he final pulls away his dying squirts assign sticky white streaks to that black striped muzzle.

Duma starts to cough, a thin trickle of cum dribbling down his lips. His eyes move up looking at the kitsune and he opens his lips to ask something. What that question was he's not sure anymore as the thoughts are dashed from his mind when the big fox takes him into his arms and kisses him passionately.

Lucas moans as he tastes himself on the boy, his tongue probing the boy's startled and open mouth. He breaks the kiss. "You are a treasure little one , a sacred treasure." He kisses the boy lightly as he walks over to the table.

Shabiru wiggles and whimpers feeling the fox nuzzling and slurping on his little fuzzies. He can feel his member getting harder, and he can feel his sheath pulling back showing that throbbing little pecker.

Darren sighs savoring the sweet taste of an innocent cub as his tongue explores the boy's soft little balls. His lips close around the boy's hot little member suckling gently like he'd never been weaned. He moans softly as he pulls more and more of the boy's immature length deep with in his greedy muzzle.

Shabiru whimpers now as a wave of feelings wash over him. In the beginning he was scared but now the feelings have changed. They have been overwhelmed by the deeper emotions that the kitsune lord seems to dredge up. As the man continues to suckle he can feel something tugging at him, and it's not just the man's lips pulling on his thingy, it seems to be pulling at his spirit, drawing in his very soul as the pressure builds and builds with in him. The little cheetah moans out loud riding the surge of dark pleasures forward as it ravages his thoughts.

Darren smiles to himself he can feel the boy's body shudder and twitch beneath him. He also feels the little one's immature root spasm. With a heady sigh he lets his lips milk the boy one finger teasing his balls. He waits for the motion to die down, the boy's panting to slow before he pulls back. Pooled on his tongue is what seems like only a few drops, the only product of the youngster's loins. He rolls it around on his tongue savoring the taste for a moment before swallowing. "Ohh so pretty so innocent my boy you are beautiful " The pulls the still startled lad up into his grip kissing him passionately almost savagely, as his own member arches up behind the lad begging for attention.

Daemon pulls his hand from the cub's lips growling softly. "Good boy very good. Now go back to licking me, but this time I want you to lick closer to the top, use your hands one the rest." He chuckles to himself watching the boy slowly move to obey. The littlest cheetah's tongue flickering out starting at the shaft and slowly working over the glans, that rough sandpaper tongue working counterpoint to the lads almost hesitant and gentle fingers. The little probing digits gently tracing the veins in the master's glistening black maleness.

Lasaroo tries not to whimper as the some what harsh voice giving orders. He tries to be calm carefully licking around the head of the man's penis. It tastes odd, not bad but salty, and with something else there too. The boy tense's up, his paws squeezing tighter for just a moment as he feels big strong paws on his backside, the fingers massage his rump for a moment before one spit slick finger slips up and under pressing against his tail hole.

The little cheetah nearly panics and the Lord almost laughs as the five-year-old's grip becomes wonderfully tight. He pushes the finger in opening the boy up, The cub on the other paw tries to get away scurrying forward pressing his soft fur into the fox's cock, inadvertently rubbing up and down it with his tiny body, polishing the ebon rod with his soft fur. "Mmmm oh yes pet that feels nice." He pushes the finger in deeper, the cub isn't licking any more but the feel of him like that is just so good. He twists his finger around getting a squeal from the boy then a coo as he finds what he wants. Putting pressure in just the right spot makes the boy shudder and moan.

Not knowing what he's doing little Lasaroo pushes back against the finger unknowingly dragging his body along the old man's sex, faster and faster. He likes where Daemon is touching him. He never knew his bum could feel like that, he doesn't notice the man grunting till the finger is removed but it seems that the red furred fox is rather excited. Thinking that maybe he'd put that wonderful finger back if Lasaroo went back to work the little boy lets his tongue flicker out over the head.

That rough tongue was the last straw and the lord fairly howls as cum fountains into the air. Thick sticky ropes of it shower down over them both, splattering black silk robes and blue fur alike as the boy looks on dumb struck, as even more splashes across his muzzle giving him his first real taste.

Lucas bends Duma over the table and slowly kissing along his neck. "You're a good boy Duma." He leans in planting another long passionate kiss on the boy's lips. As there lips meet his member presses into the cub's tight little tailhole. The boy's eyes go wide but any squeals of pain or panic are strangled by the lips pressed hotly to his muzzle.

Duma panics as he feels something pressing up into him, something stretching him open. His muscles burn as they are pushed passed there limits. The tight little ring stretched wider then they have ever been before. By the time the kiss is broken the man's cock is at least halfway inside him. Duma whines softly looking up at the man his eyes pained.

Lucas moans softly before smiling down at the boy. "Ohh Duma it's okay. Just relax it'll feel good soon." He looks down at the boy with a smile and kisses him on the cheeks. One paw slips down and grips the little cubs limp sheath, his paw gently fondling the boyhood softly. He groans as he arches his back thrusting into the little tiger, pulling out slowly before driving in deeper.

Darren smiles at the Shabiru. "Ohh look, I think my brother and your friend are starting to get along." He turns the little cub around sitting him down, so he can see the fox and tiger copulating against the hard table. The grunts of the man and the whimpers of the cub as they rut on the lacquered wood seem to fill the whole hall as the kitsune kisses the frightened cheetah cub.

As he watches Shab's eye drifts down to the length of meat protruding from between his legs. His own wiener is still limp, from his startling orgasm but the fox lord's is hard and dripping with some clear fluid. He whimpers knowing what's next, just knowing that what he saw in the woods and what's happening to Duma will soon be happening to him. At that thought he looks over at his little brother and sees the younger cheetah eyes wide but not staring at the table rather he's focused on the sight of the Daemon's massive shaft spewing out like a high pressure hose.

Darren licks the back of the cub's neck. "You know what's next don't you boy," His paw tickle at the cubs sides for a moment, as he waits. With a whimper the boy nods. "Very good lad, now let us begin." He picks up the boy and positions him up and over his throbbing member. With a sigh he lets gravity pull the boy down. The tight ring of that firm virgin ass resists but just for a moment, gravity is a harsh master and it pulls the boy down impaling him on that fleshy spear. The little cheetah hisses in pain. The thick drooling pre easing the passage some what but it still hurts. "Oh yes boy, yes that's good. It hurts right now but soon that pain will be gone. Trust me on that lad, Listen even now your friend is starting to enjoy himself."

Shabiru is surprised to find this might be true. Through tear blurring eyes he looks over and sees the white and silver smear that is on the table and he can hear his friend's voice. The whimpers are gone, no hint of pain now only the soft sigh of need, and animal growl of want. For him though there is only the burn of muscles pushed to far and the sting as he takes the intruder deeper and deeper inside.

Daemon leans in to whisper in the little kitten's ear. "Did you like the feeling of m finger inside you pet?" He doesn't wait for a response before he picks up the boy carrying him over towards the table his arms hold the boy close, one paw ruffling the fur between his ears.

Lasaroo is about to answer when the man hikes him up close to his chest. His eyes go wide as he sees the little tiger cub panting and moaning beneath the pumping form of lord Lucas, a brief glance off to the left shows him the seated form of lord Darren with his older brother balanced on his lap, at first he doesn't think anything in going on but then he notices that the lord only has an inch or two of his pink shaft showing, the rest must be sheathed inside the red furred cheetah. He whimpers a bit seeing his brother's face screwed up in pain and concentration.

Demon sets the boy down on the table, before leaning over him to whisper into that ear. "You didn't answer boy, did you like having my finger inside you?" To emphasize his words he pushes that same digit into the boy's bum pressing down on just the right spot.

The little cheetah opens his mouth to replay but before he can say anything that pressure is there again and he almost squeals with pleasure. "Yes!! Yess sir! I did please don't stop!" The little lad shudders under the touch.

Daemon smiles to himself, "Good boy, and now if you want it to feel even better get on your knees and rest your head on your paws." The boy nods his obedience but when he seems a little slow to react a little twitch of the fingers does it for him. The lad hitting his knees with a wooden thunk. "Good lad now raise that beautiful butt up high in the air, lift your tail for me." The older kitsune grins at the boy almost purring at that wonderful sight, The boy's tail waving slowly in the air, his pert little cheeks just begging to be nibbled on and that teeny little pink pucker, showing just a hint of red from it's so fare gentle stretching. With one paw he strokes his big black cock just aching to violate that little hole. "So beautiful, I'm almost tempted to stop hear and have a portrait of you painted just like this. Maybe I will later, but for now." He pushes in forward his head pressing into that tight little pucker.

Lasaroo whimpers a bit as he feels the man behind him. It feels bigger then the finger did. He squeals as that cum slick head pushes in. It feels like its tearing open his rump and that's just the head. He opens his mouth to whine when a strong paw strokes him down the length of his spine. It feels good, sort of calming and reassuring. Like it's telling him it hurts now but it'll feel good soon. The little cheetah takes a deep breath and lets out a long sigh, gritting his teeth as he waits.

Lucas pushes into Duma sighing as he feels his balls slap against the little lads rump. The boy tries to whimper but he can now feel the full length of the man grinding on his prostate, combine that with the warm paw wrapped around his length and the whine slips out at a pleasured grunt. The older fox leans in nuzzling his little lovers neck kissing, the lean soft expanse and down to the little orange ruff at the chest. The Kitsune pulls away, straightening his back now towering over the little tiger before driving into him with one hard thrust. He can feel the knot starting to form slipping into that cubby hole with ease for now. He smiles down at the boy, making sure to meet his eyes. "Does that feel good kitty." He holds himself there feeling the knot growing even larger.

The boy looks up at the man. Uncertain what to say, if he says no will the fox kick his daddy out of there home? Would he even want to say no, could he honestly tell the big fox that it was bad? He opens his mouth to speak but before he can say anything the hand on his dick starts to move, caressing him the thumb rubbing his sensitive little head. As the sensation floods his body all he can think to say is "Yessssss feels good!" Its part whine part yowl of confused lust but he notices the fox lord smiling down at him.

Lucas grin, "I knew you'd like it pet." He pulls back the half formed knot tugging at the boy's sphincter getting a squeal from the little tiger. With a measured pace he pumps into the boy's bum, its short strokes just enough to pop the still half formed knot in and out of that sweet little hole. The kitsune moans softly, one paw holding the boy still, holding one leg up to his chest, the other leg splayed across the table as the silver furred fox fondles the boy's member. "Do you like that boy? I know you do, you're a pussy cat Duma, you should be purring if you really like it."

The tiger whimpers softly, it feels good but he can feel something bigger popping in and out of him, something that seems to be getting even bigger. The strain on his muscles each time makes it hard for him to think. But that paw on his shaft seems to take away the pain, and the feeling builds and builds. It's reaching a peak he knows it is but not what that peak might be. He hears the fox talking but he can't make out the words but still as if on cue the feeling spikes and he purrs a deep throated noise even from such a small frame. He purrs loudly as something bursts deep inside. He feels the pulse of pleasure rush through him and itty bitty member almost seems like its on fire as he feels it pulse in the big man's palm.

The kitsune almost growls as he feels the boy start to shudder beneath him, he feels the hot little prick in his palm spurt, and he moves that hand up caressing the tip not wanting to loose a precious drop of sweet tiger juices. His hips thrust in feeling the boy resisting his full knot for the first time. He lengthens his strokes as he thinks now, working from the knot, to the tip but not pressing all the way in just yet. He thinks for a moment licking up the all too few spurts the tiger left oozing through his fingers. Mmm not bad but he can tell from the taste that the cub is malnourished, well a few days here will take of that. The paw falls from his lips and with both paws he grips the cub's ankles, spreading the boy wide as he leans in.

The lad had relaxed after his orgasm purring contentedly but with the new movement there is a catch in his throat. Duma is a little delirious still not come down from his previous high. He can feel something pressing into him and a shadow falls over him as Lucas leans in close. The fox holds his legs out but it feels uncomfortable to the boy. Instead he slips his ankles from the man's loose grip wrapping them around his waist as well as he can. It's an unconscious effort and his legs seem to pull the big man close with each frenzied thrust.

Lucas almost wants to laugh, the boy is such a natural it almost seems like he was bred for this. If he didn't know from his innocent looks that he was a virgin he'd have suspected the father of training him. The little lad's heels dig into his hips each time the knot presses into that anus. The boy wants to tie, he doesn't even know it but his boy wants that apple sized mass of muscle planted deep inside. Lucas isn't about to disappoint him either. He almost howls as he feels the orgasm build again, he pulls back listening to the boy almost whimpering as his master nearly slips out. One last deep thrust is all it takes, he meets resistance as the knot presses into the pucker and despite what both of them want, the ring of muscle resists. The cub squeals again as that fist of meat if pounded into him, and the breath driven out. Almost immediately the fox's lips close on Duma's and the kiss mingles there moan's as the fox pumps only his second load of the day deep with into his pet's sweet rump. The boy's legs twitch holding him close as the pain fades and the boy feels full like he'd never felt before. A fullness that might even be better then food.

Darren smiles watching the scene playing out before him. He sits before the table his playmate sinking into his lap, the boy resting on the knot working to keep that bulbous mass from being driven in deep. "Look," He says with a smile, pointing at the show before them both. "It looks like your brother and friend have learned there places. You should stop struggling and enjoy it. You liked what I did before did you not?" With these words fingers slips around the cheetah tickling his balls letting one finger play over his still sensitive sheathed member.

Shabiru's eyes flicker from his brother to his friend. He knows, it's useless to resist and despite the occasional pained squeals most of the noises are pleasured ones. He still tries though not wanting to give in. He whimpers, knowing that no matter how hard he struggles now his virginity is gone but he will not give in, he will not become one of those boy geisha's he heard the other children snigger about back at the village. That wasn't him, he still had some dignity, they may take his body but they would not break his spirit. He tries to get his paws under him despite the size of the thing below him, and the lack of any real purchase. He can feel it starting to force its way inside through shear force of gravity. He tries to fight but as he does he wonders why. The boy's back home had been so cruel in there talk about the boy geisha's or the grown males they heard of who some times took husbands. He knew it was said to be bad and wrong but he didn't know why. While Lasaroo was too young to know better, Duma seemed to be happy with his lot in life. And if the boy was being totally honest there was a part of him that liked how it felt too.

The older fox smiles his paws shifting up to the lad's hips lifting him, masturbating his long length with the sweet young anus. He shifts his weight a little angling the head up till it caresses the boy in just the right spot. At that moment he feels the boy shudder and slow, the little red cheetah stops his struggling and basks in the feeling. Darren grins as he can just imagine the emotions washing over the boy as he grinds against the sweet little prostate. The strokes grow harder and faster as he uses the boy to masturbate his long cock, listening to the little moans and gasps as the boy grows used to the feeling. With a loud moan Darren lifts the boy up and lets him drop letting gravity take over, fully impaling the boy and driving the cub down over the knot with a wet plop.

Shab squeals as he feels gravity grip him by the pit of his stomach and he falls. It's not a long fall but it feels like it goes on far longer then it should and when he hits bottom he can feel something driven deep inside him. It hurts but it feels oddly good too as the knot seems to grind into the spot that made him feel so good. He whines feeling the heat spreading through his bowels and the fox leans back and he can feel the hot sticky seed spreading into every nook and cranny. The boy's eyes tear up but not from his pain but from the knowledge he failed, despite everything he had liked it.

Daemon grips the cub by the tail, holding him there in place as he savors the moment. There is something joyful in this moment, the boy is already wanton and desiring him but there, in that instant before the master fully despoils his pet, the lust tends to build making the final act all the sweeter. He presses in sliding the big black head along the crease of the ass. His hand slips off the tail down to that rump, fingers digging into those pale blue mounds as he uses his thumbs to spread the cheeks wide now pressing into that pink little pucker once more. "Brace your hands on the table pet, and push back. This might sting at first." He smiles down at the cub who already has he muzzle buried in his paws.

Lasaroo starts to get worried he wants to look back at the red fox but is not sure if doing so would bolster his resolve or break it. All he knows is that the man's fingers had felt really good, and he'd promised this would be better. He lashes his tail about unable to wiggle his rump now that it's gripped tight but his muzzle is buried deep into his arms, he closes his mouth on one arm gently biting down not wanting to risk a yelp or squeal, thinking the man might stop if he thinks it's hurting him. He manages just in time biting down on his wrist hard enough to almost draw blood as he feels his tender young rump nearly split in two as that massive black root is driven in deep.

Daemon growls softly the thick fox custard that had been smeared on his shaft helping to smooth entry but he still feels the boy tense up. Almost cackling he doesn't give the boy time to adjust instead driving on in one hard thrust. He hears the boy squeak in pain even though the lad tries to muffle it. Buried deep in to the root he leans in letting his chest press against the boy. He pushes in grinding his hips against the boy's tender ass feeling the lad shift with even his smallest movement. "Good boy, you know you're such a good boy, can you feel it though, and deep inside, filling you up. You're so tight I bet you can feel every vein, every wrinkle, and every twitch of muscle." He pulls back shifting his hips a bit before driving in just as deep as before.

With the second thrust Lasaroo jerks his head up and lets out a low moan of mixed pain and pleasure. His face is shocked but he doesn't know what to do. It hurts so bad, it hurts worse then anything he ever felt before, it feels like he's being torn in half. At the same time he feels something else though the man is so big that no matter the angle, or speed he can't help but grind down into the cub's primed prostate, and the waves of mounting pleasure seem to smash up against the building pain. It's almost a tidal force the pain and pleasure moving back and forth, sometimes the pain is there with a searing intensity, of other times the pleasure washes out with an agonizing force. It's more then the boy can handle as the man's driving thrusts push his forward rocking him onto his chest as the lord grunts and groans.

Daemon gives in completely his animal lust driving him on as he pounds his member deep into the blue furred little kitten below him. All too soon he feels the pressure building but he struggles with his body, wanting this to last. He grinds in deep, the little gasps of pain, or moans of pleasure pushing him on. The boy is just so tight that he knows he can't stop the coming orgasm but it's through shear force of will that he doesn't tie, he can feel his massive knot straining against the little rump demanding it be allowed to take it's bitch as it should but the lord holds back. He keeps up with the even pace rocking his member deep into the cubby hole with each thrust moaning as he cums. The pace doesn't slow as the red furred kitsune humps his way through orgasm, letting his thick, sticky ejaculate flood the boy, making each new thrust easier.

Lasaroo moans He can feel something hot filling him, and for a second he wonders if the man pee'd. But no he shakes his head to clear it, no he's making the same noises he made when he shot out the white stuff. He thought that with that the man would stop but he doesn't even slow down the pace stay's just as hard and fast but the new wetness makes the pain fade even more. Even if his bottom feels much fuller now as the hot seed floods his bowels. The pleasure is more pronounced now as the pain falls away but he can feel him straining. He's so full that some starts to leak out, squirting out of his butt with wet lewd sounds as the master pulls back. He whimpers less now feeling the thick seed dribbling down his thighs even as the man drives into him. He feels it now deep down he was wrong it's not the same the big man's cock is now coming even harder and faster. He whimpers softly and starts to push back against the man.

Daemon grunts again driving against the cub feeling his pleasure building again. He is a creature of passions and urging his body on to another climax was not hard for him. The hole is still tight like a vice but his cock now slides in and out as if over oiled velvet. He feels the old animal lust still there demanding that the bitch below be made his now and forever. He grinds deep feeling the swollen knot, the fist of muscle that hadn't gone down for an instant in the minutes between the last orgasm and the one that was currently building up. He arches his head down teeth gripping the cub by the ruff of his neck even as that final thrust plants his knot and unleashes another flood of cum. The boy was already so full though that it sprays past the knot and loosened ring of muscle. The cub whines softly the feeling deep in his guts almost painful but it's the last bit of pressure he needs to push him over the edge forcing his own climax out adding one or two drops to the growing puddle of white matting his knees. Daemon collapse forward, careful not to let his full weight fall on the boy beneath him. He can already feel the lad tugging at the knot whimpering as the lord relaxes. He wishes he'd retained a portrait artist for this day. It would make a marvelous picture, this boy his ass levered up in the air, arse gaping open as spunk dribbles down his legs. Ohh well he'd have to get a set of pictures pained soon but the next few nights would be far too busy for that.