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Thieves' guild rule if you get caught doing a job then you are on your own. Do not expect to have anyone come look for you. Don't expect anyone to acknowledge your existence if your name should come up in conversation. And if you happen to rat out the guild and somehow survive, don't expect to have another peaceful night's sleep any day afterwards because a knife was always ready to find its way into your back.

There were the rules, every thief knew it when they entered the guild and this is what Jeff kept in mind as he walked down the hall of the building he had just infiltrated. The young coyote was nothing more than a scrap of a canine as he walked down the near silent passageway while trying not to let his fur bristle as paranoia gripped at his heart.

He was both way to young for this but at the same time he was very good at what he did and what Jeff did was sneak in and out of just about any place that had even the tightest security and not get caught. However he had always had backup with him, usually one of the thief guild's own professional assassins that would watch his back just in case lady luck was having an off day. This time though Jeff had been left to go it alone as everyone else had been called away for other jobs.

So here he was in some other kingdom's research facility in the mountains padding on the balls of his feet as he watched every direction all at once. He had managed to ease past the guards without incident since they had been too busy following the noise of a hoot owl which Jeff had managed scare while sitting over in a bunch of bushes on the other side of the building.

It didn't call for much finesse but at the same time he didn't have to kill anyone so that made it all the better for his conscience. Jeff was still at that grace period in his career as a thief where he hadn't had to spill blood in order to accomplish a mission so he was still a greenhorn by all accounts to the other members of the guild.

Though that didn't mean that the young coyote had come unarmed or ill prepared to defend himself. Several small carving knives were strapped to his belt, all tipped with a nerve toxin to slow down his targets, a gift from the leader of the guild to her more useful members whenever she was in the mood to hand out things. Jeff also had some white powder that was laced with an anesthetic that he could blow into someone's nose to subdue someone if they got to close. And last but not least he had his mage enhanced boots strapped to his feet; those alone should keep him from getting captured as they had several fleet foot runes laced into their soles.

So unless he came across several cheetahs that had been in the grand tournaments he should be able to get away from just about anyone.

Making his way around several corners, getting past another pair of security guards that were walking their rounds, Jeff found the hall with the doors that he was looking for. Apparently the person who made the request to the guild master Lorene needed someone to retrieve a set of vials of poison that contained some kind of disease that was highly infectious to anyone who came in contact with them. The guild master had been a little annoyed that the only person who she could rely on was Jeff but when life hands you lemons after all...

That meant it left Jeff going through several different rooms, some with nothing more in them than cobwebs and a few dead bodies when he got really lucky.

It took him almost an hour to find the room that he had been looking for and once he did Jeff picked the lock on the door and then stepped into the brightly lit room. A torch flickered on the wall giving some warmth to the coyote as he pulled the head of his cloak off from over his head to reveal his youthful face, both unmarked by time or scars.

Grunting from remembering the remarks the guild master had made about calling him pretty some days Jeff found his way over to the vault that he had been looking for and smiled as he studied it. It was a primitive but powerful thing, unlike the more common ones that had a single lock on this one had two. It would require that he turn the both at the right time and in the right combination in order for him to open the door but thankfully he had been given the combination by the person who had requested this mission.

Lacing his fingers together and then popping the bones in them back Jeff wiggled them in the air before reaching for the locks and beginning to turn them.

First he turned them opposite of each other and then counterclockwise into each other before turning one then the other until they stopped at the designated numbers going off in his head. When he heard the telltale click of the door lock coming loose from the wall Jeff smiled triumphantly before reaching out for the handle along the door and turning it.

A hissing squeak made the coyote fold his ears as he opened the vault and then got the door completely open. Moving around side Jeff gaped at what he was seeing as the end of a spear touched his throat making him take a heavy swallow of breath.

"Surprise little thief." A large and muscular looking gnoll said as he loomed over Jeff like death.

The coyote would have responded but at the time his life was trying to flash before his eyes and he was doing everything he could to focus on stopping that. Lorene always said that it was the first and last thing that happened when one was about to die and Jeff had no intention of kicking the bucket just yet.

"So it seems that master Reyus was right and someone would be coming to try to steal from his vault." The large hyena-man dressed in the guard robes said as he stepped forward forcing Jeff to walk backwards. "I'm surprised it's a boy though, would have figured that someone would have sent a grown male down here to die, not some pup."

"I am a man!" Jeff barked and then gulped as he realized that more guards might come into the room if he made too much noise.

"Don't worry; we'll be having more guests show up soon enough." The gnoll hiked a thumb over his shoulder to emphasize the vault when he spoke again. "That door was magically triggered to go off if it was tampered with by anyone other than master Reyus."

There was no way that the person who had requested him to go and retrieve the vials couldn't have known that this would happen, not and know the combination at the same time. A thought entered Jeff's mind then making him speak up.

"I don't suppose you know someone with dark hair, stand about my height and who speaks with a lisp, do you?"

"The only person like that would be my master's bumbling brother-in-law Lucas, not that it matter in your case as you're going to be dangling from the end of a noose once master Reyus gets here." Jeff looked around the gnoll at the opened treasure room and then cursed as he realized that he finally realized that he had been setup to play a part in a family feud.

"I don't suppose you'll just let me go if I asked nicely, will you?" The gnoll only laughed his dry hyena like cackle making Reyus hopes deflate. "Then how about I offer you gold instead; everybody likes gold!" Jeff grunted when the tip of the guard's spear pressed more intently into his neck.

I'm dead was the next bunch of thoughts that entered into Jeff's thoughts. There was little chance for him to charm his way out of here and the only other thing of value he had on him was his ass, yet somehow the coyote figured that the gnoll would be more interested in licking his master's boot that his virgin tail. Looking up at the other and carefully eyeing his spotted hide Jeff watched the guard's arms flex rhythmically as he held the spear aloft against his neck, down to the broad chest of the muscular male to the thick legs that carried the upper weight of the hyena-man's form.

All in all he looked more like a brawler than an average guard, at least to Jeff's keen eyes from the way he positioned himself at an angle to sweep his spear across the coyote's neck rather than puncture him. Weighing the options Jeff looked the other into his black iris' and then sighed,

"If I'm going to die tonight can you at least tell me your name?" He said while lowering his hands to his side, yet keeping them open when the gnoll growled at him.

"Why should I?" The other snorted.

"Doesn't a dead man deserve to at least know of the last person who he'll see before he's executed?" Fingers curled just light at his sides.

"Master Reyus will be the last person you see before your life ends."

"True, but I still would like to know your name in any case." A single claw pushed the side of his robe.

"My name is...none of your concern!" The gnoll growled lowly at this as he seemed to become increasingly agitated.

"Do you mean to tell me that a guard like you has no name? Odd wouldn't you say?" Jeff had found a weak point and exploited it.

"I have a name! It's Captain! That's what master Reyus calls me and it's the only name I need!" Lips pulled back into a snarl the hyena-man's fur was all put fluffed up across his body as tension mounted every fiber of his being.

"That's not really a name; it's more like a designation, a title not fit for a pet really."

Keep him talking Jeff, the coyote said in his head.

"What would you know about master Reyus! He's kind and take care of we gnolls! I'm proud to take the name he gives me." The spear in the gnoll's hand begins to quiver slightly.

"I think I'd call you Gresh. It's a name befitting you, in my opinion." He wasn't lying then as he looked the other directly into the eye.

"What's Gresh mean?"

The spear move slightly away from Jeff's neck and then coyote jumped back, stunning the guard mid-thought, pulled out one of his knives and threw it at the other's neck. Jeff watched the guard grab the knife in reaction to having it in his neck but soon he fell onto his knees and then slumped down as the sedative coursed straight though his veins.

"It means watchful, at least in the ancient tongue I think." Jeff replied as he watched the larger male twitch onto the floor.

The spear that had been in the gnolls hand had dropped onto the floor next to the hyena-man's body and as Jeff looked at it and then to Gresh he took a moment to think. Shaking his head the coyote decided that today had been good despite the previous little bump in the road so there was no reason to finish it off with blood on his hands. Going over and rolling the quiet gnoll over onto his back Jeff saw the other's eyes look up at him angrily as a thin veil began to cover his dark orbs.

"Now don't give me that look, I could have easily gone for an artery had I been anyone else so you should be thankful that you're alive." Jeff grunted as he got a tiny snarl of venom from the larger male. "Alright, fine. Be that way. Just for that I'm going to steal a couple of things out of this vault here and leave you to explain to master Reyus why a thief was able to just walk in here and rob him blind."

Jeff got a chance to see the other look at him with an expression of clear fear on his face before he shrugged and stepped into the vault.

Even though things had not gone the way he would have liked for them to Jeff still had a job to do despite his feelings about being setup. Looking for the vial he needed the coyote found it easily, took it gently off the shelf, opened a small pouch and carefully placed the vial inside before snapping the pouch shut. With his mission a success the little thief decided to keep good on his word and go rummage through this Reyus' safe keepings.

A bunch of scrolls were lined up on shelves on the wall, a few other potions for things Jeff couldn't read and then some jewelry in the form of pendants and rings. Knowing better than to touch the rings, magically enchanted items usually had bobby traps on them and the last thing he needed to do was lose a finger, Jeff grabbed some of the scrolls and shuffled them onto his belt and then rolled them around to his back.

Grabbing some potions he was familiar with Jeff found an Exit tome sitting on a desk with the name Lucas printed on it. Jeff took a second to blink at this before he picked up the book and thumbed through it. Inside the first pages was a simple spell to teleport out of the facility and the coyote silently praised this Lucas for having some foresight afterall.

Guess he didn't intentionally screw me after all, Jeff thought as he memorized the spell and then walked back out of the vault...and promptly found himself surrounded by more gnolls for guards and a wizardly looking man. The man was a human and was currently scowling at the guard who was lying prone of the floor trying to whimper up at him.

"I take it that you are master Reyus this guy here thinks is more holy than wine made from the god's vineyard?" Jeff teased and noted all of the guards seemed to grow in aggression towards him as they tightened hold of their weapons.

"I am. You must be the thief my brother hired. Return what you stole and I'll only flay your hide before sending you back to the thieves' guild."

"Wow how generous of you. Let me think, no." Jeff snarled and then crouched in readiness to defend himself.

"Fools, the whole lot of you, not to mention this waste of fur." Reyus stepped up and kicked the downed gnoll onto the side of the head.

"Hey, back off! That guy was doing his job just fine; he just happened to meet someone better than him." Jeff growled as he felt some pity for the other.

"I could care less, there are more than a few gnolls around to do his job and would be happy to have his position. Guard captain indeed."

When none of the other gnolls spoke up for their fallen comrade something clicked in Jeff's head. "You have them under some kind of spell. No way would the average gnoll be so willing to take that kind of bull from a human." Jeff had met other gnolls before and most of them had told him stories about how bad things were with their people. Some of the stories still gave him nightmares as he recalled the one where the females would openly claw out their own young to keep them from eating through their wombs to try and get out of their bodies.

What a fun group, he thought.

"Do I look like a beast tamer to you?"

"You look like an arrogant prick who needs a reality check. Life doesn't just go by your whims guy." Jeff clenched the book in his hands as he silently said the power words for the spell over in his head.

"But they do, however enough of this. Guards kill,"

"Before that, what are you planning to do about him?" Jeff pointed to Gresh who looked like he had lost his best friend.

"If you would let me finish," Reyus sounded vexed at this point. "As I was saying guards, kill them both."

Jeff whipped out a knife and threw it at the human making Reyus jump back and raise a hand to shield himself. With the mad wizard unfocused the coyote dove onto Gresh and then,

"exinosis la Grande!" The coyote shouted and in an instant both he and the fallen gnoll were enveloped in an array of light.

The other gnolls charged but soon they were too late as Jeff and Gresh both disappeared.

When he could see again Jeff found himself lying on top of something really warm and bulk and reached down automatically to smooth out the lumps of his mattress but was rewarded with a grunt and whimper for his troubles. Shaking his head and rubbing his eyes the coyote found himself looking into the face of a gnoll with a knife in his neck and then his memories began to click together.

Getting up from the other and then looking around Jeff noticed familiar landmarks that told him the Exit spell he had used had teleported the two of them away to the edge of Reyus' research facility. A good half mile away as the coyote looked and found that he could just barely see Reyus keep off into the distance.

"Well I guess I can't complain much. It could have been worse." Jeff thought he could have teleported them just outside of the keep's doors.

That would have been interesting, he thought before turning to look at Gresh.

The glassy eyed gnoll was resolutely trying to wiggle his body to unparalyze himself but it was useless. The paralytic in his system still had minutes to go before it wore off, though with the knife still in him maybe an hour.

"Listen, I know you can hear me because I've been the recipient of that kind of poison before so I know what it can do. Just look to where you can hear my voice and nod, okay?" Jeff waited but soon the gnoll's head did indeed turn towards him and nodded.

"Ok, I'm going to remove that knife and then patch you up. Don't try to fight me or you could rupture what I pierced and bleed out, alright?" Another bob of the other's head and soon Jeff was getting to work.

When he was done his hands were bloody, Lorene would laugh herself stupid over this one, and Gresh's neck was covered with a tight strip of cloth while a wad of medicated cotton was stuffed onto the puncture wound. Jeff realized he really had just missed hitting gnoll's artery and was grateful that the other was alive.

With that done Jeff sighed and sat down next to Gresh and then opened the spell book he still had on him and thrummed through it. Looking for a spell that might take him home Jeff just got through some of the greater mechanics of how to use the spell when suddenly the body next to him shifted and Gresh forced him away.

The coyote slammed the book close just in time to see the gnoll lunge for him and he had mere seconds to dodge as the other fell right where he had been, claws out and fangs bared.

"I'm guessing that you aren't thankful that I just saved your life are you?" Jeff asked whimsically before leaping away again as the bigger male turned and tried to pounce on him.

"YOU MADE MASTER ANGRY AT ME!" Was the boom like sentence that came from the hyena-man's muzzle as he tried to relentlessly catch the young coyote.

"I happened to save you and me both from being killed, can't you be just a little grateful." Jeff sidestepped the other but did sweep the gnoll's legs out from under him as he tried to get up for the umpteenth time once again.

Getting onto the other's back and sitting on him Jeff watched as Gresh tried to struggle underneath him but knew that it was useless. His system hadn't recovered enough for that so he was really just tiring himself out instead of gaining any real process.

"Look that guy Reyus hates you and your kind, he'd be happier if you guys were four-leggers than being who could speak up and tell him he's too full of himself." Jeff said while leaning down and whispering into gresh's upturned ears.

"Master good! Master not done anything bad! Your fault he mad at me!" Tears started to come out of his eyes and Jeff then realized just how strong the spell over the gnoll really was.

He whistled and wondered just how much money he'd have to part with to get someone to break this spell. Then again as he looked down at him the coyote began to wonder. What would happen to Gresh if his mind was freed after all? Jeff had heard stories where some victims of mind altering spells had never fully recovered or became like catatonic when the spell was lifted.

Would that happen to the hyena-man under him if he brought him to one of the mystics of the town he lived at?

"Hey Gresh,"

"Not my name!" The other barked.

"Yeah well you don't really have a name per say and I'm defiantly not going to call you Captain since you aren't a captian anymore." That got him a whimper but he moved on. "You know what will happen if you go back there right?"

"Master takes me back,"

"Wrong answer. Try again."

"Master not it when he say he kill me."

"Now do you really mean that? Think about how long you've been there," To this Jeff got silence, a good thing he thought. "Now how many times has he harmed a servant because he was angry?"

"Master not mean it."

"But he did it anyway. Now how often has he praised you in the past?"

"He made me captain!" The coyote felt the gnoll's body literally pulse with excitement as his short tail wagged behind him.

Jeff thought about this for a second and then asked, "What happened to the other captain before you?" He had a hunch.

"He died when he made master angry."

"He died or did Reyus tell someone else to kill him?"

There was silence and Jeff knew he was right.

"Gresh, he doesn't care about you and if you go back he'll kill you just like the other guy. I bet he's already named someone else your successor."

The gnoll whimpered, "...not true...master likes me...he lets me sleep on a rug inside.

If that's your idea of a wonderful thing then we really need to sit down and talk, Jeff thought but replied, "How about if I became your master then?"

"Huh?" The gnolls head turned to look at the coyote and Jeff winced as he saw red stain the bandage he put around Gresh neck.

Need a real healer or that may get infected, Jeff chided himself.

"Look I know some people who can help and if you consent to be mine then I'll be your master."

"Master other than Reyus..." The concept was almost foreign sounding as it came from the gnolls' lips.

"Yep! I'll be much better than him!"

"...you let me sleep on rug, too?" Either the control spell was weakening or Gresh had more free will than he thought if he could make a decision like that for himself, the coyote assessed.

"Y-yeah, I'll even let you sleep on my bed. How would you like that?" A tail wag was his answer even though the gnoll didn't say anything.

"Alright then, you just stay right here while I go get my book and then we can get thing started, that ok?" A nod was Gresh answer and Jeff eased off of the other's back, watching him carefully of course, and then went to pick up the spell book he had dropped.

Getting it and retuning over to the hyena-man the coyote opened a page and said a few power words then once again light flashed between them as they were teleported away.

When they got to their destination Jeff was never so happy to see home as he looked up at the old castle walls with the banner of Rosen Croft pinned on them. Smiling and then turning to see a slightly ill looking Gresh behind him Jeff grinned nervously as he thought that maybe he should have had the other stand up before trying another teleportation spell. Vertigo and an upset stomach were usually the main sufferance behind those kinds of spells and he had just done it twice to both of them.

Shaking his head the coyote helped to ease Gresh up off of the ground and then acted as a crutch to help the gnoll into the city gates. The guards nodded to him since they knew him from the guild, though they kept a dark eye out on the hyena-man, but Jeff just ignored them in favor for taking Gresh to a healer.

The healers accordingly gave him a quizzical eye when they watched him come in with the visibly sick looking gnoll but a few coins settled their opinions and still tongues as they worked on healing the other. Jeff made his way to see the lead healer and told her of his plight and she gave him her opinion,

"You're crazy." The older human woman with the black and hazel eyes said.

"Please I know it sounds crazy but he really needs this. I mean just look at him," They turned to watch the gnoll whimper and squirm around like a cub as he tried to get away from those healing him. "He doesn't even have the good sense to react calmly when someone's trying to heal him."

"Which begs the question of why he listened to you at all. Most cases of mind control speak of a firm handle over the thoughts of the subject. Any outside interference should be rebuked as if it were a stone being skipped along a lake."

The lead healer said before she walked over to have a look at Gresh and received a firm growl as he eyed her. Hands waving over him the healer cast as spell and then looked around at the thoughts of the gnoll and sighed at what she found.

"He's enthralled with a curse. Not powerful but nothing amateurish either. When did he start to respond to you again?" She turned and looked at Jeff.

"Like I said I found him inside of the...place I had been trying to sneak into and we just talked before I downed him with one of my knives." Jeff tried to keep in mind that he was still fulfilling the request he had taken and guild rules said no one other than guild members were to know about it.

"Well unless he had been sitting in some kind of magical locked vault he shouldn't have been talking to you in any polite manner." Jeff chuckled nervously at that. "Oh I see. More than likely then he accidently stumbled onto something with a certain magical frequency that jammed the spell holding over his mind. You just happened to come at the right time and made yourself the focus of his thoughts so he kind of imprinted you onto his senses."

Jeff really didn't get it but looked up at her expectantly, "Can you do anything? Preferably can you make it so he can have his own mind back?"

"No this spell is complex and the dangers are too great." Jeff's ears lowered at this. "However, since you have already become something of a master to him then I can change his focus from the old master to you." Jeff beamed.

"I'm guessing that this was your plan anyway from the way you're smiling and his thoughts have your name running through them endlessly?"

"Uhm...kinda..."

"...youth..." The woman said before she turned and grabbed one of Gresh ears and then Jeff's. "Alright then, just be warned you did ask for this." And then there was light and sound and Jeff and Gresh were grasping before everything calmed down to a dull haze.

"There, now you are his master. Treat him well young thief since you will be as much of a slave to him as he will be to you." The lead healer said mysteriously before releasing the two of them and then leaving.

Jeff didn't know what to say but he did look down to find Gresh smiling up at him almost euphorically as the gnoll wagged his tail and panted openly like a dog.

The two left the healer sand then went to finish his mission by reporting to Lorene. The guild leader looked confused, yet relieved to see him back and unharmed. Jeff fulfilled his report and then handed over the vial so that she could give it to Lucan before walking away and going to his dorm room. Living on the guilds territory meant that you ended up with dorms which you had to pay for monthly but they were just as big as regular bedrooms and meals were easily to get from the taverns if you didn't want to hunt yourself.

Gresh walked in and sniffed around trying to scent the place where his master had settled them, looking pleased to see a rug on the floor big enough to carry his bulk, and once he was done he turned to look at Jeff happily.

"Master needs anything from me?" Gresh asked as he watched the coyote walk through the room and then over to a couch where he sat down and then began to undress.

"Not really," Jeff lifted his cloak from around his body and looked up in time to see the gnoll deflate somewhat before he stripped out of his pants, making sure to set his trade tools off safely to the side not to mention the extra treasure he had collected from Reyus' vault. "Though, you could help me to relax a little from this long adventure."

"How master?" Gresh looked more than ready to die for Jeff if the coyote so much as asked him to.

"Come here," Jeff said and then waved for Gresh to get down onto his knees. Pulling his undergarments off from around his waist the gnoll got a chance to see his master's hard cock pointing up at him and wondered what he was supposed to do next. "Have you ever bedded someone before Gresh?"

"No master," the gnoll replied honestly.

The coyote nodded as he figured that Reyus would never be so kind to his servants. "Alright then listen to me carefully," The hyena-man nodded his head. "I want you to open your mouth curl, your lips over your teeth and take me into your muzzle." Gresh didn't even bother to contemplate what the purpose of this was as he did was he was told without much thought.

Jeff grunted and then gasped when his hard bone was resting on a broad, wet tongue. The feel of the gnolls hot tongue along his shaft was much better than he had originally thought it would be and Jeff had to stop himself from thrusting forward and grinding his sheath into the other's throat, though it would have taken much doing since Gresh swallowed most of his eight inch maleness on the first go. With the exception of his unformed knot Jeff felt like he was getting the best thing money couldn't buy even in a seasoned prostitute.

Looking down into black eyes and seeing the gnoll waiting for the next instruction Jeff said, "Okay I want you to start bobbing your head up and down over my cock while pressing your tongue alone the underside of it."

Gresh nodded slightly making Jeff hiss before he moaned as the hyena-man began to rhythmically slide his muzzle up and down across the length of his coyote cock. The warmth was heaven but the feel of Gresh eagerly trying to tongue at him was hell as Jeff grunted and reached down to clench at the cushions of his couch to still himself.

"Alright then, now I want you to speed up some wrap your tongue around my cock." Jeff hissed as Gresh complied and instantly began to curl his tongue around and pull it sharply into his muzzle. The tip had to have been hitting the back of his throat by now but the gnoll didn't seem to be bothered by it.

Maybe gag reflex is mental, Jeff tried to reason in his mind as his entire body quivered while at the same time he humped forward and pushed his groin into Gresh's face. The hyena-man barely made a muffled groan as he continued to push his face over his master's cock. Whether he felt any emotion about it at all was beyond him as he fulfilled his duty to his master with all the prowess he could muster.

"Gresh! Ahhh, you're doing real good!" The gnoll's tail wagged behind him as he heard this. His ears tipped forward and soon he was moving just a little faster. "Gods, suck on me Gresh! Take me all the way down your throat 'til my sheath is up against your nose!" The coyote commanded as he got into the role of master really easily.

Gresh pulled his cheeks in and then started to move his head further along his master's cock into all that was in his nose was the spice and musk of the coyote's sweaty sheath. Throat bobbing as the coyote's girth filled him Gresh moved himself so that he was able to stand on the balls of his feet and angle his head down so that it fully delved into Jeff's lap.

Jeff raised his hands up at that and then tugged at the gnoll's ears so that he could use them as handles when he gave over to his lust and began to thrust up hard into Gresh's snout.

If anyone would have come in they would have been shocked at what they were seeing as this much bigger male serviced the smaller coyote as if he had been born for no other purpose. A slight smile seemed to tug at the edges of his lips as Gresh let his master pull and pinch at his ears while at the same time Jeff huffed a few bitten of barks as he pumped his hips with growing force up and down on his cough. The coyote's rump literally bounced up and down as his balls slapped at the underside of Gresh's chin while his long tail wagged behind him almost out-of-control.

Heavy guffs of breath zoomed out of Jeff's muzzle as he growled down at his slave. His knot was firming quickly and soon the hard bulb was straining just on the outside of Gresh's lips almost as if seeking entrance. The gnoll didn't take this thought since he had only been commanded to suck on coyote cock, something that irked Jeff in his lust induced haze.

Something clicked then as Jeff felt his orgasm starting to churn inside of his guts as his scrotum tightened up close to his body and with a quick gaze he spied down and found that he couldn't see Gresh's maleness. Wondering why he couldn't the coyote realized that he hadn't taken any thought to the gnoll's own pleasure and was selfishly taking it all for himself.

Suddenly he felt like a bastard. How could he say that he was any better than Reyus if he didn't allow his slave any pleasure from this, though with the way the hyena-man's body was shivering under his hands Jeff smirked as he guessed that Gresh was enjoying himself some.

"Stop Gresh." The gnoll looked up almost as if he been reprimanded but instantly stilled himself. "Don't worry; you're not in any trouble. I just want you to take your clothes off and that's going to be kinda hard to do with your muzzle wrapped around my dick." Jeff chuckled and watched as his slave pulled back from him, a slick pop coming from between his very sinuous lips in the process making the coyote groan, before the gnoll stood up and then began to tear himself out of his clothing.

"Whoa slow down!" Instantly ears flattened and Gresh's claws stilled from where they were trying to rip at the fabric of his shirt. "Here let me help you take these off. Have to save these until I can get more from your at the tailors." Jeff stood and then went to help the other.

Starting with the shirt he was wearing Jeff pulled his fingers under the rim of the covering and bunched it up and over the gnoll's head and almost wished he hadn't. Though Gresh might have been big he was a mess of scars and other wounds that looked like they hadn't had much time to heal over properly. Thick lines of flesh could be seen from between the valley of fur on Gresh's chest and torso and Jeff felt almost compelled to reach out and touch them.

How did the healers missed this, Jeff wondered but then realized that they had only been looking at his neck, not his lower end.

"M-master...p-please...hurts..." Gresh whimpered and Jeff instantly dropped his hand.

"I'm sorry." The coyote apologized, then, "Did Reyus do this?"

"N-no...got hurt when trying to fight off men who came to steal from old master." The gnoll said while looking down at his new master, his breath stinking of drool and coyote pre.

"I see." Jeff didn't want to continue this so instead he tossed the shirt clinging in his paws to the side and then helped the gnoll to step out of his pants. Once this was done, thankfully without evidence of any more atrocities to the already marring the damaged gnoll, Jeff was able to look down and then find the other's cock somewhat half hard and leaking at him.

"Alright then, lay on the floor and spread your legs," Gresh bent his knees and then put his back to the rug underneath him before watching as his master leaned down and then sat in between his legs.

"Master?" Gresh asked curiously.

Jeff didn't answer but he did stick his head down and brushed his cold, moist nose against the taint of the hyena-man's body making Gresh yip and jump slightly.

"Feel free to get as much pleasure from this as you can Gresh." This is for you to, the coyote thought before he opened his mouth and stuck his tongue right into the gnoll's tailhole.

Gresh shivered from the feel while Jeff thanked the gods that the other was clean down here. Licking his tongue through the furry underside of his slave the coyote pressed his face deep into Gresh and then parted the tight ring of muscle he found until he was able to spread the other open. The hot laps of his tongue coated the gnoll's rump and anus as Jeff reached up to grab Gresh's thighs and bob his head forward just as the hyena-man had been doing to him just minutes prior.

For his part Gresh was all but barking in rapture as he panted hotly while grunting and humping his rump back on instinct. His cock was quickly hardening to its full potential, something it had never had a chance to do under Reyus, and by the time he was fully erect a proud twelve inch piece of gnoll meat stood directly up from the crux of his sheath.

Not know what to do about it though Gresh just ground his fingers into the carpet underneath him, tearing his claws through the fabric while listening and feeling his master taking his anal cherry. His cock began to seep fluids not too much later and as this continued the room around them began to quickly fill with the scent of male musk. The scent got so thick that it began to become harder for Gresh to smell anything other than his own stink.

Meanwhile, Jeff was finding himself coming to enjoy the taste of his slave. The flesh was sweat soaked yet that only seemed to enhance the flavor as the coyote through ate the gnoll out. His nose buried into the taint right underneath Gresh's ball Jeff's nostrils quivered as he drunk in the smell that was coming from the hyena-man's balls and he could swear he smelled the virgin innocence of the other oozing from his pores.

Sticking his tongue further up into the hyena-man's ass until he couldn't push any further Jeff circled his organ through the other making Gresh jump and cry out as something got pressed on inside of his body. The coyote looked up at the other and watched as Gresh's stomach quivered teasingly as the gnoll took several quick gulps of breath. Jeff promised himself that he was going to make sure Gresh remained in good shape because he definitely wanted to feel those muscles underneath his head at night.

Pulling back so that his saliva covered his face the coyote grunted as he licked Gresh's balls and suckled them into his muzzle.

Gresh loved this and he moaned out as loud as he could before suddenly going stock-still as his master nipped at his round spheres making him hiss between his teeth. Gresh felt the coyote nibble on both orbs as he took them into his muzzle before popping them, much soggier than they had been when they went in, not that it bothered the gnoll.

"I hope you enjoyed," Jeff asked as he watched the gnoll's head bob at him rapidly before continuing, "Now lift your knees up and hold onto your thighs." The coyote watched as the command was complied with; strong glutens were shown off for the coyote as he watched the gnoll take hold of his thighs and present himself perfectly.

"Alright then, now I'm going to stick my cock in your tailhole and then we're going to fuck, okay?" Even as he said this Jeff was moving into position yet he kept his cock hovering inches from Gresh's rump.

The gnoll looked confused as he wondered what his master meant.

"It's something two males do when they want to please one another. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you but I need for you to trust me and remain as calm as possible, can you do that?" Jeff watched Gresh nod and then he put his hands over the gnoll's fingers holding onto his thighs and then pierced the loose flesh of his insides with a single shove of his hips.

Several inches found their way inside of Gresh's ass before the gnoll let out a painful yowl. Gresh hissed and clamped up onto the coyote on impulse but that was to be expected and Jeff countered this move by holding steady and not pushing anymore of his cock into the gnoll.

It took several minutes before Jeff felt the lower muscles relax and then he slid the rest of his maleness inside of the gnoll until he buried his balls into the hyena-man. With his body pressed flush against the other's Jeff got a chance to look down at his slave and marvel at the tight control that the other kept to keep himself from rebellion again his master.

"Gresh you can wrap your hips around me if that will make you feel better," Jeff offered and then watched as the other did so. Smiling at the other the coyote leaned down and then grunted as he began to pull back and slide his wet cock out of the gnoll's tightly clenched rectum.

Thankfully the lube from his rimming and Gresh's saliva made everything wet enough to flow properly as Jeff pulled himself back until he was almost completely free from Gresh's body. The two panted as the heat, pressure, intensity of the situation and humming thrum of energy between them set the tone for the moment they shared.

The gnoll looked up into the face of his master and lolled his tongue happily before pulling himself up and nibbling at the underside of the coyote's throat. It was more a canine gesture than anything Gresh should have been able to go through with but it worked all the same as Jeff growled down at him dominantly. The question of who was in control had long since been answered but at the same time a need to show the other male who owned him was required and then Jeff slammed his hips forward.

Gresh yowled and then moaned as Jeff began to go to town fucking him in earnest. The coyote seemed to have a deep well of sexual frustration as he didn't go as slowly as he had planned to when his hips began to beat into the gnoll's pelvis with gaining force. The hyena-man just took it resolutely as he let himself be taken by his master.

Jeff grunted and rode Gresh hard as he slapped his balls into the gnoll's own fatter orbs. The golden eyes of the coyote barely registered that he had a living being underneath him as his focused seemed to tunnel to the point where all he could see and feel was the heated flesh underneath his grasp. His hands wrapped around Gresh's legs and thrusting back into the coyote barked as his knot slammed into the outer ring of the hyena-man's anus.

Jeff pulled his lips back over his teeth as he concentrated his thrusts so that he aimed in the general area to where he knew the gnoll's prostate was. Whenever Gresh would yip and shiver against him Jeff would smirk and try to aim for that particular spot. He wanted this to be a moment between them that would be euphoric as well as memorable because now that he had popped Gresh's cherry there was never going to be another time to go back over and do this again.

Not that, that meant Jeff wasn't going to ride the other as hard as he could every night before they dropped off to sleep together. The coyote was already imagining mounting the larger male out in the woods while on a mission or under the stars when he just felt like being away from the castle. Huffing and murring in the pit of his throat the coyote stroked his cock through the walls of the gnoll's velvet ass and wondered what it would be like to have Gresh's cock sliding up into his ass and hammering home into his guts.

Taking his eyes and leading them up to look at the thick piece of male meat shooting pre up and onto Gresh's belly Jeff got a wicked idea.

Grabbing the gnoll's long rod the coyote jacked his hand against the red shaft in time with the movements of hips. Gresh let out a howl of a moan as he turned his eyes up to look into his master's face, almost as if waiting for an explanation.

Jeff didn't feel that any was needed as he grunted and pulled his cock out of the other until the tip was free while at the same time rubbing his thumb over the head of the gnoll's tip. Body almost convulsing underneath him from the sensations Jeff waited for several seconds as he felt Gresh's needy ass suck over the head of his cock and then made his move.

Growling and then thrusting as hard as he could the coyote squeezed the head of Gresh's cock so tight that the gnoll howled to the ceiling and then nearly choked on a yelp when Jeff popped his knot into his already tender insides. The coyote murred from the sensations and the let out his own howl as his balls pulled up as he flooded his slave with his cum.

The hot but wet feel inside of his rectum sparked something inside of Gresh's as his cock jerked and then something fired up through his maleness out into the air. Jeff took that second to teach his gnoll about what was happening to his body as he pointed Gresh's cock at his face and then let him spray his seed right over his face.

The gnoll yelped and tried to turn his head when he heard his master bark at him, "Open your mouth and swallow it!" His body reacted before he could think and Gresh moved his lower jaw and stuck out his tongue to get at the string shooting up into his maw.

Jeff groaned from the hot sight of the submissive, yet muscular male drinking his own cum while paw gripped the bottom of the gnoll's cock. His own cock was still firing his pent up excess of cum into Gresh so he was able to share in the feelings of bliss the other must have been experiencing, though with him being in total control whereas Gresh had little made for a much different experience overall.

Their orgasms lasted for several minutes but once it came to an end Jeff released the hyena-man's cock and gazed up at him to see the thoroughly soaked from of the other. Fur matted down with drying semen, face covered in the same warm mess while his tongue dripped with a combination drool and cum Jeff didn't think he would ever see such a beautiful sight again in life.

"Did you like that Gresh?" He was honestly curious.

It took the gnoll a second to lick his lips and swallow the built up mass in his throat before he nodded.

"I'm glad; I'm going to pull out of you now and then we're going to bed." Jeff waited for confirmation that he had been acknowledged before doing as he said.

Grunting and tugging his hips backwards the coyote tugged on his knot and forced it out of the gnoll's backside so that when it finally came out a loud, squishy pop was heard by both males. A trail of coyote cum followed behind and Jeff snickered as he watched his essence flow from the hyena-man before he remembered something.

"You can unwrap your legs from around my waist now Gresh" The gnoll seemed confused until he looked and noted that his legs were still clenched Indian-style around his master.

Sheepishly smiling the gnoll lowered his legs and then spread them out to their full length before looking at Jeff.

"Alright, let's get you up and go to bed," Jeff yawned as he buckled his knees and stood up, offering a hand to his slave as he did so.

Gresh took it without hesitation and then the two were on their feet and heading for the back room, but not without Jeff taking a look backwards to see his cum making a path down the hyena-man's thighs. Slapping the other's rump and getting a yip Jeff found surprised eyes watching him expectantly but all he did was shrug and then smirk before opening the door to his room.

Letting Gresh step inside and then walking in himself the coyote shut the door on the two of them just as he got another sneaky idea into his head.

"Hey Gresh," The gnoll turned around to look at his master. "I want you to sleep a little further down on my bed."

The hyena-man nodded and as they both got into bed together Gresh scooted down and curled up to sleep, but not before the coyote draped his half hard cock over his slave's face while his balls brushed over Gresh's nose.

"Night." Jeff said with a chuckle while the only sound from the gnoll was a happy murr.