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The Tale Of Randen Arch 01 - The Northern Continent By Afril and Chaos Blackwing (cl) 2011 - The Gay Furry Association

Volume 01 is about the Town named LaFaelt and the outlying areas

Book 05 - Chel and Hweh

Chapter Forty One - The Alley Behind The House

Chel stood next to the alleyway, Shivering. He had heard that if one came to this place, And asked - Certain services would be rendered for coin. He licked dry lips... It wasn't that he was a pervert, Mind. He was just - Curious. The canine took a few steps closer... Unbeknown to him, Every fumbling step had been watched. His scent inhaled, His worth judged.

"Looker at the Gate." Lookers were those who liked to watch. Many people came to admire the naked boy butts, Hanging out windows and Perched on balconies... However, They never actually went Into the House. There were rooms where one might sit or stand and gaze through Holes in Walls at Customers doing things, Or the lads doing things. Sometimes a Looker might ask for help, But rarely did they last long enough to be a bother. Except when they came so much it took hours to lick the walls clean again. Price was the same - 1 copper. Business was doing so well, They had to buy more Houses on Other streets... Yatt had learned his lessons very well - Parents were in affordable housing and very grateful to their Son(s)... As were many other Families. They sent their Best to him to be trained. And they Did learn - School, Chores... And a very different kind of trade:

• You didn't suck cock like you sucked your Thumb, Unless you Sucked your thumb So Well you could Tent a Guard's pants.

  • To Taste or Not to Taste. Leave the throbbing thing in the back of your throat if the flavor was not to your liking, or slide it forward to enjoy all the hot cream. One could spit it in a Bucket instead - It never happened, But it Was an option.
  • Breathing. Deep Throating is fun, But Don't forget to inhale the spicy rut scent. Let your cheeks fill while getting a few breaths in for the ones who were part 'water-hose'.
  • How Not To Gag on the Big Ones.
  • How to Roll your Rump so they stained their pants Watching you.
  • How to get Help when your Customer has passed out on Top of you. Fun, But what if you get Hungry? Had To Pee and can't Reach the Bucket?

Plus there was the House's interior - Spotless. Washed and scrubbed and cleaned by naked boys on hands and knees, sitting on sills, Standing on stools to wipe the walls. Many were Apprenticed by other places - Milling, Cleaning, Clerks... All returned Home at Last Bell. Like Master Yatt said, "Do you want to do This All your Life? Or do you want to Know Something, Be looked up to. Find someone like Baron Tama and his Husband to Spend your life with." So the boys went out in all directions to work their butts off. Then came home to 'Screw them back on', As they said.

It amazed the mouse how many 'Fathers' there were...

"I - I would like someone to talk to." And a young scamp would come and sit with 'Da'. Listen to his day, rub his aching back, Hug him if he wanted to... Let him cry if he wanted to. Too many runaways - An angry word, A slap not meant. Always, they wanted to Elevate their offspring - Don't be like Da, Be Better. Do Better. Death from an accident, A disease they couldn't afford to treat, Stupidity... Do that Again and I Will sell your ass on the Street of Desires! And now they are gone and one wonders... Here there were No pointed fingers, No 'I told you so'. Sometimes the customer caressed, Sometimes the boy. Always the Male led the Dance. They were here for Him, and what He wanted (Within reason) they would give. Strangely enough, There were very few who had to be directed to The Street of Desires - No Sir, We don't employ females (But dresses were available in both cub And adult sizes). Sorry Sir, we don't do That here. But - If you go down to The Street, Three Houses in... Madame Teml will be happy to give you want you want.

And so a grudging respect was paid to the Houses of Baron Rornes. Spies were nonexistent - A believable story, A fake tear, and half-hearted sucking got one shown the door. All new recruits got sent to the 'Basement', where a gold-eyed 'Demon' held their hands and asked to tell Why they wished to come here. Some came for the lure of Money - Money was made easier elsewhere. Some wanted something Different, Exotic, Fun. Some were running away, Or had no other place to go and Didn't want to hoe crops or Walk the Street. The hardest ones were the Faggs - At least They thought they were... And they were Scared to Death. Those went to Trusted Adults - It was always nice to have an Adult In Residence. Any questions asked, There was an Adult to answer them. An overzealous customer would be warned, And if they insisted - A Guard was a whistle away... And the Guards Liked their positions in the District. So much so, Many a Thief, Zealot or other Riff-Raff Had to be taken to a healer before they got to be shown a Cell - If they were ever Seen Again.

Rarer were the boys who Left - Parents who Did want them back. They found work they liked better. Someone wanted them not for their sexy body - or Did so and was open about it... Many a lad found himself with a Lower Council Seat because his Patron kicked the Church Bell - With a Big smile on his face! And Clerks from House Rornes was always available to help with Finances and Disgruntled Family members who had their claws in the Old Bastard for years before the Catamount appeared!

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Chel took a closer step, looking like someone who stole the Church Candleholders.

"Can I help you Sir?" The canine jumped as a young male came out of the Alley shadows. Just a feline - Not a Dragon or Demon. A cute lad with yellow fur and bright eyes. Chel found himself walking toward the kit...

"I..." He had to pause and swallow a dustball. "I walk by the House sometimes. I see all the cute lil' ones... In their altogethers. And I want... Want to touch one." A hand was in his and he was walking down the alleyway. Then stopped a moment - "Am I a... Because I want to... To..." A Talker. Talking clothed was free. Talking nude was 1 copper. And it rarely ended with just talking. Maybe not sex, but That was available. Maybe just touches and caresses and a nap beside someone cute and wriggly and sexy. And that was enough for some - To be curious or to Want to talk about things they can't to Wives, Brothers, Lovers, Bosses. To lay your head on an ass So Hot it Burned... To have a soft head in Your lap, kissing and nuzzling and breathing softly... And if you popped an erection, that was ok too - Some wanted to cuddle After. Some broke into tears. Most Snored... And the lads would snuggle, kiss - Share a cup of cider with their Customers... Maybe even get a second chance to make the males Groan so sweetly.

Stay a Moment, a Candlemark or a Bell, Price was the same - One copper per butt. This was a House and Servants stayed here. The canine looked at the boy who just held his hand, Nothing in the eyes but curiosity... And maybe a touch of humor, Every now and again glancing at the front of his pants. They continued on up to a door, Chel growing more and more unsure... Until the kitten gave him a quick Hug.

"It's Ok... To want to Touch us, To Talk to us. Many of us Like being looked at by those walking by..." Actually, All of them did, Taking bets on who would be first to come around to the back of the House as they waggled butts and tails at passer-by.

Another Watcher was already at the end, watching for Customers, Trouble... Whatever was going on. A knock and the door opened, the male being led inside. Sometimes they chose their guide. Sometimes it took a tour to find what they wanted. And some, Like the trembling male who watched the cat take a single copper from his purse and put it in a box, Just couldn't decide... They were called Fence-Sitters (And if anyone had ever sat on a splintery fence in thin pants - Or seen the fancy ones with the metal spikes, they would Laugh at the name). The purse and his pants were helped off with many a giggle and tickle and butt-pat, and went into a basket. Some barely made it past here - A soft cloth, a nibble or squeeze, or just a pat on a shivering rear and *Spurt*. Embarrassment was covered up by kisses and licks and a tonguing of the offending member... Then Back into the pants with gentle squeezes and smiles and 'Thank You Sir, Please come by again'.

"If Sir wishes, His pants can be washed while he is here. Free as is the cider, A bath... Whatever Sir wishes." A soft nod and the purse remained in the basket. His name and the basket number was written in a Book. "Does Sir have a Preference, Or an idea of who he might like?"

Such a cute Doggy... All eyes and shivers and pants. Nice rear, Not too bad in Front either. A finger stroking the swelling sheath found a knot that promised to be a tongue-biter - To make one howl when it finally went in. Canines were always Fun - Quicker to get it in, but once it Was in, they had time to talk, to touch. Took a while to get soft, If they were Allowed to get soft. Even semi-limp cocks were pampered and cleaned and kissed... Sex was always more fun than Lectures and scrubbing. And the wobbly-legged Customer would be helped out another door, Then to the Street. A soft blush made the brown face even cuter. A heavy breath, A tug on the ball-sack... He might not make it to the towel. But the Customer decided... This was Not a Brothel, They were not Ladies In Waiting. There were many fine Bottoms, but No Ladies...

The kit got a soft pat on his still clothed feline rear and was tempted to 'help' the customer out a bit - Push the male in an alcove, swallow him whole. Do it twice, and then the male can sit and wait for his Pants... Hweh nuzzled the male's chest, waiting for his Customer to decide. Like Him, Some of the lads were here For The Sex.

Money was nice to hear clinking in a purse, And he Was learning a lot - How to speak properly, How Discipline would get one through the most boring chores. Even showed a knack for Painting... Flowers were beautiful, Naked butts were even more so. He was a Cock-Lover - Didn't care if he got paid or not... Long as it was Hard and In hand, or muzzle or ass (Preferably one of the Last Two), Hweh was happy. As a StreetKitten, Hweh learned quickly which Adults were Bribable, and which weren't. Which would give you a coin for a quick kneeling in an alleyway, Behind a shed, Even under an apron. Which would give you a place to sleep on a warm floor. Sometimes a soft bed with a Hard Prong between one's cheeks. Those he enjoyed the Best - One way or another he always got something Hot for Morning Meal. But it was becoming dangerous on the Streets - Gangs took your coins, Pressers didn't look too closely to see if you had collar marks on your neck or not - They had quotas to fill. Guards friendly one day, Might give you a kick in the ribs the next.

So Hweh gave the pants to a naked lad, and waited politely. Another lesson - How to wait for something. Be it the splash of cum across one's tongue or Fingers on one's back in a warm bath. Trust, Sympathy, Loyalty... Words out there. Iron-Bound certainties Here. A hand holding his when the thunder rolls across the rooftops. A shared pain when splinters or blisters or Punishment made tears squeeze out from closed lids. Laughter as someone did a DrunkWalk down the stairs - Next time, Don't Bed A Mule... Hoarding lasted a week, Sometimes less - The guilty one putting coin or Food or an extra pair of pants on the Desk downstairs. Sometimes a hand got slapped, Sometimes a butt. Most times they got a Hug, and sent off to do Chores. No one Laughed if you had a Doll - Called it Ma or Da or Brother/Sister. No one Laughed when you cried for something Lost. Or something Found. Not for long... HouseAdults had many names, many faces - But one Creed, "If I have to spank you, I haven't done my Job - And neither have You."

They came between - Between Cub and Customer. Between House and Outside. Between Fear, Pain, Jealousy, Hatred - Whatever was held inside and not allowed out... Until it was Safe. Safe to yell and kick something and curse. To cry until they couldn't cry any more - And cried anyway. To allow emotions to be felt again. To no longer wear Masks - Happy, Sad, Contrite, Afraid. So the boys watched out for their own. Wanted out? Here is your pants, your pay and There is the Door. The kit would think about what lay out there and decided green things tasted bad, But could be eaten - Long as one was allowed to make Faces about it. Wanted In? Sit on front of a Circle. Look into the Demon's eyes. Tell us Why we should let You in.

Watchers were on constant patrol... A snatched shirt-collar or ruff, Pulling a wild-eyed cub into darkness and safely - At least long enough to find out if it is a Game in progress, A spanking that won't start until the cub is found... Or a Pack after a stranger in their territory. And not just Cubs, Adults found themselves with a small hand in theirs, Being shown a door or a clear path in the maze that was District 7. It didn't have a name, Was too diverse to be called WareHouse Place or AlleyRun... Not poor enough to be a Shanty or Dump. Not rich enough (Yet) to have a groomed park, or a statue or much else than stone streets, and Houses. Lots and Lots of Houses. Probably prosperous at one time, Prosperity moved. Tastes changed.

People came home to kits and cubs and mates. To baths and meals and fires. Vendors walked up and down the streets with most anything one could want to buy or be fixed - The poor didn't go to Mills to get a post mended or a cracked beam plastered. Lads with tools and skills with wood did that. Never took money (Hardly any to give), But a cup of Cider and a Meal was always welcome. Journeymen popped up like mushrooms after Baron Rand's doings became public knowledge - And like wild fungi, One had to watch out for the Bad Ones. Nowadays, all those who came from Baron Rornes' shops had a stylized rabbit's foot painted on their butts. Many a male had to drop his pants before allowed to pick up a tool in the Houses - And most had to come back as they never got around to Fixing whatever was Broken, Because one had to rub the paint to make sure it wasn't Fresh...

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Hweh shook himself out of his thoughts and tickled the fat sheath, trying not to drool - "Would I do, Sir?"

Bunnies, Bunnies, Bunnies... For Months on end, everything with long ears got screwed senseless. Public Nudity had been curtailed with Winter coming - Or perhaps because the Gentry were Fat and Ugly without clothing on? Many a rump covered only with fur was still seen - Just not commented on as much. The canine inhaled a deep breath... And with no more than a nod, off came the kitten's pants followed by very hot kisses that made his nuts swell. Especially since they were On said nuts. Then a tiger naked as the feline lad but very much Adult, gave them a room chit.

"If Sir has any needs, Do not hesitate to let the lad or myself know immediately." Complaints ran to 'Don't Do Tha-' and 'Oh Godssssss...' Broken sentences were the norm around the Rooms. He felt a little bit sorry for the male being led upstairs by the lad who could outhump and out-guzzle anyone in the House. He looked at the Book, Added the room number to the Male's name. There were no races, quotas - Make one male spurt or a thousand, The pay was the same for all. None of them were Lazy (Unless it came to Chores), But some were more Gifted than others. The Basement was just that - A Basement. No chains or manacles... Those were kept in the Healer's Office. There were plenty of moans and groans as a cub found that dildo Just Didn't Fit, No matter How Hard they squatted or shoved or rammed their butts on it. Patience - It would In Time. Meanwhile, a smaller one felt as good, Went deeper, and stretched one's passage as much, Yes?

Chel followed the kit, head turning like a confused owl's at all the nakedness. Here a butt flashed in the light. There a pair of them, So hot he drooled. Boys everywhere - Sitting and chatting, Coming out of rooms with bright eyes, licking lips and sometimes walking a little crookedly. On their knees scrubbing the floor or standing to scrub the wall. And they All grinned and patted his rear in passing.

The door closing woke him up from the so erotic dream - And tossed him into another. Not the room itself - It was plain, an off white that was cheap to get and cheaper to splash on. It also hid white streaks painted by Happy Customers. Not that Those lasted long - Not with so many hungry muzzles eager to tongue wash painted wood, cloth, fur or skin equally. The bed was sturdy and of average size, Clean sheets. A bucket, two cups, a pitcher of what smelled like Cider. A candle, some cloths... All lit by a window open enough to let in air, Shuttered so the Sun's light didn't hurt the eyes - If a Dragon or God wanted to look down from the Heavens, They were most welcome to Watch all they liked!

Hands played with his sheath, his balls, rubbed his legs and he sat on the bed abruptly, Knees buckling - It happened a Lot around here. The kitten kneeled, rubbing his feet, Massaged them, kissing each toe... And making him groan loudly. Massages were a very common request, and a rough heel was rubbed by a fuzzy scrotum, while the other foot was lifted and nuzzled.

"There is no hurry Sir, Unless You need to be someplace?"

A Rented Room, a Tasteless Meal. A fitful sleep on a mattress much rougher than the one he sat on. He shook his head, and startled as the feline kissed his closed eyelids. Hugged him softly... Cubs cried, So why shouldn't Adults? A furred butt rubbed his crotch and he found himself blushing at his arousal showing itself in More than just a red face. Chel got another kiss, This time on the lips. The kit was flattered that the male enjoyed his company enough to be erect, and whispered so in the canine's ear, before tucking the hot pole between his firm cheeks, Making sure the So yummy knot was out. And it was a Spanker for sure - Spanker because after one had taken it, One didn't sit for a while. A rough but very hot pounding had the same effect, Males of that caliber were always in Demand. Spankings were given out by The Adult - and No One Else... Wayward and contrite rumps got popped by Everyone, But Customers who enjoyed that kind of thing were diverted to 'Mistress Umgib's House of Swat.'

The feline moved - But only to lay him in the bed, and slide across the male in such as way as to make him gasp for breath. Fingers gripped his throbbing meat, Holding it. Just holding it. A tongue was torturing one of his nipples, the other hand brushing the fur from around it so it could be studied by a white-striped kitten muzzle. Was Chel really his name? The male nodded, moaning as his other nipple was found and kissed, nipped gently. Slow kisses slipped down his belly and he moaned loudly, trying desperately not to cum... Poor Male - So strong, and so Stiff, And except for one Place, Not in a good way. What kind of work did he do?

W H A T? The confused canine jerked his body up to stare at the kit... Who ringed his sheath with both hands. Kissed the pointed cock-tip... And swallowed it whole. No bobbing, or seeing if it would fit. *Gulp* Breath stirred his sheath as claws traced his hip bone, teased his stomach muscles, slipped down to cup his scrotum, squeezing the ovals softly. And the roof collapsed on top of the older male! A thumb stabbed the pulsating muscle between nuts and ass, Working it over while a hot throat inhaled his seed. Fangs pressing into the screaming, writhing dog's knot, adding a touch of pain to the already too excruciating Pleasure. Hweh was a Master in the Art of Emptying Balls... He knew how much to rasp his tongue, How hard to press fangs to Hard meat... And when to do nothing more than let it pulse and throb in his So Hot Mouth!

The kit wasn't all that interested in tasting the thick stuff pouring out of the piss-slit he was drinking as fast as it could be gotten - He preferred a full belly and the feel of hot skin moving under his rough tongue. Now the claws dug into the firm ass and the suction came on Full, keeping the poor mutt rocketing out of his body and keeping the balls churning. Now the tongue rasped over the knobs, the straining flesh as every muscle on Chel had locked... Passerby giggled and pointed thumbs at the room. Adults screamed around here all the time - 'Specially when He was with them. A Watcher looked in and saw a dog bent like a bow, the sheets in a death-grip, and a wink from the feline who face was buried in his crotch, Arms wrapped around the straining legs.

"Let him Breathe, Cum-Bucket... The Dead are no fun to play with." That got a giggle and the kitten nodded... Then hollowed his cheeks, letting go of the furry ass, Keeping the male pinned by suction alone.

"Show off! Breathe, Puppy, Breathe." And with that the older lad closed the door, to go 'rescue' another Customer.

Small hands slipped around the hips again, the muzzle stopped trying to pull his testes out his cock - Just. Hweh let the knot slide past the tight lips, kissing the abused flesh. An explosive, ragged breath followed another and the body flopped to the bed. The feline gently let his muzzle slide up the still throbbing pole, Until just the head was being suckled on... Then with an evil gleam in his eye the kit Grabbed the base of the doggy-dick, and *Squeezed* pulling every last bit of juice from it until fist met mouth. One last hard suck, combined with a slow swirl of the rough tongue and Chel exploded, a Mule kicking his head off his shoulders.

Chapter Forty Two - Poor, Poor Puppy

The dog woke to find he hadn't died after all. His nuts screamed at him even as fingers were gently massaging the ache out of them. His cock was sheathed... Thank The Gods! And the one he would tell the combination to his Boss' safe (If he had a boss) was lying on his belly, That so sexy butt waggling as a foot moved toes along his leg in a lazy scritch.

"Thirsty?"

Understatement! He had soaked the sheets and the pillows from ear tip to ankle. But rather than get up, he held the sexy kitten where he was, reaching for a cup, swallowing it almost too quickly. His thirst taken care of, he squeezed the butt his hand rested on. With a giggle, the youth rolled over him and gave Chel an upside-down kiss, then slipped to his feet. *Stretched*, coming up on his toes. 'Oh Gods! Please Don't...' Hweh wriggled his sexy butt inches from the panting canine's face. *Proing* The kit walked over and filled the other cup, returning to smile at the strong soldier who was again standing at attention. Stuck a finger in his mouth and worked it around... Then slid the now wet digit along the reddish skin before popping it back in his muzzle.

"You taste good. Chel, Sir." Godddddsssss... The kit refilled his Customer's cup, and put the pitcher down, sipping his cider. He smiled at the startled look as the shadows that were much longer than the male remembered. "We still have some Suntime left... And a candle if it is needed."

Hweh lifted the thick wax cylinder and the dog whimpered. 'He isn't going to...' Another Lesson - Let the Customer Assume All He Likes. The lad put it back on it's holder and slid the drawer open, Revealing a small pot of slick goo. Then pushed the cup in the male's hand, getting him to drink it.

'Poor, Poor Puppy... You is All Mine!' Hweh sat and traced veins on the erection until the cup was dry. Another? Ok... He filled it, placed it in the big hand and then returned to lazing between the strong legs, inhaling the male's scent, rubbing the big thighs, Teasing the doggy-dick that bounced on the flat belly with gentle nuzzles, Rolling it across his face.

"You never did tell me what Work was like, Sir"

Work... Gods don't do that! Chel got a giggle and a soft kiss on the pointed head for growling. Hweh liked to be aggressive when he was on Top... Clawed fingers, rough tongue and a throat that could pull the hot juice he craved from the most reluctant nut-sack. But when he was on the Bottom... Then he wanted it Big and Hard and So Far Up His Ass he could Feel it in the Back Of His Throat! Semen blasting into his guts, Fangs bruising his Neck, His own cum splattering the sheets... The lad *Purred* and kissed the canine penis again. When he found That male, The one who could take him from both ends Several Times, make him Scream for Mercy as he made the Males who came here - A knot the size of His Fist would be SO Wonderful! But long as He was a Mule who could Plow the lad's cat-ass Every Night, All Night - Then Hweh would leave here. Until then - Well, Nice males like Chel would do.

"Work?" He prompted, Moving his face to kiss and nuzzle the poor abused balls - They were going to get abused Some More, Soonly.

Work! Chel snorted... Get up and gulp down what you can before running out the door. Stand in a line and Hope you were picked to work that day. Otherwise you could go to other places and maybe find someone who needed an extra back. Or go home and try again tomorrow. He got his brains from his Mother - Sharp as a new pin. And she loved Dad with all her heart. But no one wanted a Clerk with hands like These - Knobby, Obviously broken a few times. So he did what his Dad had taught him - How to dig and carry and pound a peg with a hammer if you had one and a rock if you didn't. Too old to apprentice, Too poor to afford Tools... Besides who was going to paint a rabbit's foot on His ass? The canine shivered at a soft kiss on his hip. The lad said it was a Nice Ass... Maybe he would paint it for Sir Sometime in Cum or Pigment... or Both! The feline nuzzled his dick, letting it slip along his face, opening his mouth to breathe on it... Watching it flex and throb.

"Can't let you go home like that..." The kit grinned and looked up at the male, licking the pre bubbling out of the pointed head. "Would you like me to..." He gave the tip a kiss, "Again? Or were you curious about..." He glanced at the drawer and it's pot of lube.

Hweh got a sigh and a look at the window. It was getting late... "I have to work tomorrow. Maybe..." He ruffled the cute head-fur. "Maybe, I will just die here tonight." That got a laugh and he grinned...

Then Chel looked grim. "If I don't work, I will lose my Room. Which doesn't sound like a such a bad thing anymore - Mine's not near as good as this one. The Mines are always hiring - Show up, Grab a Pick, and Go to Work. Survive a week, And get Paid. That's how my Dad died - Cave-In. Ma was never the same... After."

Mines brought Salt and Coal and the Metals used to make coins. It also brought BlackLung, Explosions... Cave-Ins when timbers were used too sparingly. Gold-ringed eyes stared into his... Then Hweh was off the bed and up, Wagging his rear. Hmmmm... He hid a nasty smile, turning to put a hand on the canine's chest when he sat up...

"Stay. Please..." Chel nodded, putting his hands behind his head, watching the cute lad pad out, wondering what he had in mind... What the kitten had in mind was to stop and ask that a couple of warm, damp cloths be sent up to Room 17. Then stopped to talk to The Adult about job openings. Explained why when the tiger jokingly asked if he was leaving them. The older feline sent the lad back up after agreeing to look into it. Noted in his journal that this was the third time Hweh had been asking about Jobs for others.

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The canine grinned as the kit opened the door. Hweh picked up a warm cloth and spread it on Chel's belly and chest, *Shushing* his Customer while dipping a finger in the oil pot, then closing the drawer - He promised to be Quick. The lad rubbed the finger on his palm. Slid in beside the male and gripped the cock, teased the tip with his thumb. He pumped his hand slowly, allowing the lube to warm, grinning at the Moan... He put his head on Chel's chest and moved his arm a little faster... Not by much - He wanted to enjoy the feeling as long as possible. Hweh slid a leg along the dog's, Twining them as he rubbed his crotch against the strong hip, purring as the gasps and moans got louder, The heartbeat in his ear got faster... He grimaced at the thought of wasting the hot cum that shot onto the cloth... But it wasn't about him - It was about a lonely male who was thinking about dying. The kit squeezed the knot, rolling it in his fingers, then stroked a few more times before trapping the tip against the palm of his hand and giving short tugs to tease the oversensitive skin. He got a Howl and a few more splatters...

The lad kissed his Customer's warm chest, gently removing the cloth and wiping his hand before grabbing another warm cloth and wrapping the still dripping male-meat in it. They lay snuggled together, with one rough hand on the feline butt and his smaller one rubbing the painful nuts, Caressing the flat belly until Chel's knot went down and the doggy-dick slipped back into place. Even so, they lay nuzzling, kissing... Squeezing each other's sexy rears. Then as the sun vanished behind the roof-line, the older male got up. Rubbed his crotch with a cool rag, and let the kitten guide him down the stairs past still more hot rumps, to a different door. Where two pairs of pants came out, and a coin purse. The males slipped on their clothing and went out to look at the waning light.

"You still have a Candlemark before Last Bell."

Chel nodded, patted the cute butt again, ruffled the yellow headfur. "Ummmmm... Can someone take you home - For a Meal I mean?"

The boy shook his head. "I am not a high enough level to go out alone - Yet. But..." He looked into the brown eyes. "I can ask for Tomorrow - If You are going to Be Here tomorrow." Hweh stood on his toes and kissed the male. "I will buy the Food - You have Rent to worry about." That got a laugh and a soft swat on his too sexy rear.

"Tomorrow... Last Bell?" A soft nod and the canine walked off, Wishing he had brought a coat - But strangely, it wasn't all that cold.

The kitten walked back to his post - And got waved back inside.

"You been with a Customer - Go, Rest... Eat."

Hweh nodded and went back in, putting his pants on the stack - They all pretty much wore the same size. He bathed, giggling as he patted his belly... But before he ate, he went to 'The Adult', A shaggy male called a 'Bison'. Unlike his ox brethren, this one stood on two legs.

"Sir, I wish to ask for a Special Dispensation." He got a nod from the big male.

"A..." The kit swallowed a dust-ball. "A Customer asked me if I might have Last meal with Him. I offered to pay for the Food... I have a few silver saved. I ask that I might stay the night - So he may see the morning."

"And..." The deep but gentle voice prodded.

Hweh sighed... "And I wish to feel his knot inside my rear. But he must be alive for me to do that, Yes?"

The bison laughed softly, and a hoof rubbed his ears. "We shall see. Now go eat."

Ears down, Head bowed, the young feline nodded and walked off as if going to eat ashes instead of Something good - Or at least Good For Him. But with every step the head came up a little more, The ears moved up a little more. He hadn't said No! Hweh's foot jerked half a step - Gods, Please let it be the Little Green Rounds tonight. He would eat the Little Green Rounds. He would eat - If he had to, The Flowery Green Bunches. But if it was the Long, Stringy, Limp...

He would get it down if he had to ask Cook to jerk off over it! Not that he was - Interested, in the dog... But no one should have to work like that. The lad blushed slightly. There was nothing Wrong with Liking a Customer... He brightened more - 'Wonder how many times I can get him off before He can't get it up...'

Hweh Liked Challenges!

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Opening a book, the big hand dipped a quill and wrote next to the lad's name, Watcher Promotion Approved. 'The Adult' took a red card out of the same drawer, wrote the kitten's name. Wrote the Customer's name. Wrote, 'From Last Bell until First Bell' - With allowance for Meal and Travel time.

Which meant the scamp could tickle the dog's nuts the next morning, but Only until Mid-Candle. With a Watcher to make sure he got back alright. The male thought a moment about sending a message out to see if someone had any Openings for a large-handed Clerk. He looked at his own big, bony hooves. Then chuckled and ripped the card in half, tossing it in the trash. Took out a Blue card, Filled in the name and description. Reliable Adults were in short supply and one didn't get much more level-headed that a Miner's Son - If he could take hauling rubble all day long, He could swat Day-Dreaming butts, Keep wandering attentions on the books, Hug a doll because it's owner doesn't trust Adults That Far - Yet.

Gods - Hump their butts and muzzles as much as you want. Squeeze and play with their sexy rears, Pat their cute heads... But don't Hug them because that might mean you care about them - Of course One Cared! He *Sighed*, wondered if the canine was the jealous type... Well, They all had their Favorites. The bison let the ink dry and motioned to a rabbit (It always seemed to be a Rabbit - Maybe because they were Hot as Sin?) who took the card and a pat on his cute rear.

Tomorrow, the Day Workers were going to be less one body. He laughed softly and patted another long-eared head as Last Bell tolled.

"Day Shift, Rest. Night Shift, Prepare The House." If Baron Rornes or his Husband should walk through the doors of Any of their Houses, They Would find it in order... Ready for them to take it over, or Move in. The 'House' was actually 4 Lots over - This House had Rooms upstairs and Offices downstairs... A typical Boarding House. Except here, you didn't Rent the Rooms. Not that it Mattered - They Were The House Rornes!

Chapter Forty Three - If He Wishes

Hweh awoke at the usual time, washed and ate breakfast... The kit was given a purse, a pair of shorts that showed off his butt well and instructions on how to find the canine he enjoyed the night before.

"I... I can spend the morning?"

The HouseAdult chuckled. "You can bring him back - If he wishes."

The golden feline eyes almost popped out of the striped face. "Really?"

The tiger ruffled the kitten's headfur. "You will have to Share him... Watcher."

A gasp as Chit and purse were placed in a small pocket. Then a yellow blur hit the adult in a strangling hug. "You... You mean that? I get the Puppy And I get Promoted? Sir..."

"You earned it Hweh." A couple of years from being 'of Age', But Adult enough to make decisions. "You can only Offer the job to him, Kitten. You know who we are... What we do. Perhaps he doesn't want to be a Cubsitter. Doesn't have the patience. You can still be Lovers you know..."

Look at him... 'Poor Chel - I do believe you have a Guardian.'

"Be back before Last Bell. There is enough silver to hire a cart if he says Yes. And enough for a good meal plus a little left over if he says No. Now get, Before I change my mind."

Another firm hug and the streak vanished down the hall towards the back door. "They grow up so fast... Runner, Tell the Watch we may have Company. Make sure there is a room ready in case we do. And something special in the kitchen in case we Don't..."

He made a note in the Day's log, grinning... It wouldn't be a Candlemark before everyone in the House knew. They would be scrubbing extra hard today.

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Chel woke with a groan... Rubbed his aching nuts and grinned. Urf, They would probably hurt worst after tonight... Gods how the Kitten had made him Pop! The canine washed off in the basin - A battered dresser, a lumpy bed and his storage chest the only other pieces of furniture in the room. He put his pants on - Scratched his rump. *Sighed*. Rent was due tomorrow - Hopefully he would find work. Hmmmm... Maybe a half-day? He had promised the lad he could come by Last Bell - *Knock*

Who could that be - The Manager? He stood, staring at the creature who Never, Ever smiled. And was smiling.

*Ahem* "Chel Earilst, Your Cousin..." A whispered voice came from the left. "I mean... Your Nephew has come to visit." The smile dipped a little as a small hand dropped something coppery in the thin one. Went right back up when another coin added itself to the pile - Which vanished fast enough to leave a streak of color behind. As did the hand's owner - Who didn't care what his 'clientele' did in their rooms, long as they Paid. On Time. The coppers didn't plaster that greasy smile over the greasy muzzle - It was the quietly spoken hint that if the Dog was late in paying, the Manager should come to the House of Rornes and ask for the 5 coppers. And if the Manager wanted 4 coppers and a Cub for a time... That could be arranged too.

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In the meantime, the kitten made sure the door was closed behind him before burying his face in the startled male's crotch, Strong hands squeezing the firm ass he so wanted to spend time nipping and kissing and teasing - What time wasn't spent on swallowing the monster that he could Feel pushing the too thin pants forward.

"Hweh? Ummmmm..." A giggle and a long, slow nuzzle made Chel sweat a little. "I... I thought - Tonight..." The feline nodded, still inhaling the heady scent of hot canine rut. One last squeeze and he let go to look around - Some clothes folded neatly on a chest. A few bit of this and that... That's it? So little, For so long a life. The canine went to the chest, opening it - "I was going to clean up..."

He lifted out a battered bowl-shaped object with a sad smile... "My Father's helmet. It was all they found of him."

Hweh swallowed. He looked at a rolled-up pouch also sitting inside the chest. "Mother's quills... Haven't had much need for them, But I can't bring myself to toss them either."

Hoping to get his mind off of the painful memories, Hweh walked up to the older male and Hugged him, pressing his head against the firm chest for a moment. Then his ears twitched at a thought... He grinned and looked up at the canine.

"Chel, we didn't get to do *It* last time." Almost as soon as the words escaped his mouth, his shorts were off... A bottle of lube being fished out before they were kicked well out of the way. The kitten used both hands to open the buttons on the canine's pants and breathe Hot, moist air on the already full sheath as he squeezed the too-thin rear... Then he fished the sexy tail out and let the cloth puddle around the firm ankles. The kit looked up at the dumb-struck male -

"Please..." he whispered, closing his eyes and pressing his lips to the base of the fat sheath. Hweh *Squeezed* the sexy butt, kissing and nuzzling the shuddering tube of fur... And didn't make it anywhere near the tip before it split, the dog-cock popping out, full and dripping. Of course, Hweh couldn't let his Lover get knot-bound, So he skillfully slid the skin around the knobs, Kissing them as well.

He slid his tongue the length of the hard flesh, from root to tip, letting the pre drip on it... Before doing so again. The kit swallowed the male's offering. Mmmmmmm - Sweet Cock-Sap! Then stood, hands slipping across the hips, moving up to gently play with the brown nipples standing out from the chest-fur.

"Please..." He kissed the space between them, looking down and giggling softly. The way 'Puppy' was dripping, he might not Need to be lubed. The lad turned, swaying his hips to make the brown eyes follow his rump all the way to the bed. Hweh stood a moment. Stretched... Then bent over and looked over his shoulder.

"Chel... I wish I could just be here for you to look at all day (I Will get you, Puppy), But I do have to leave soon." And just to seal the 'poor' canine's fate, he wagged his butt again.

Like a sleepwalker, the older male dropped the items back into the chest, and walking to the bed, knelt over the feline, pressing his dick against the soft skin. The lad moaned softly as pre squirted into the passage the head managed to find entrance into. Squeezed by tight, silken walls, it Throbbed... Making it's owner yelp and moan himself.

'All of it Puppy.. I want All of it!'

By the time Chel came to his senses his hips were already thrusting over half his meat-pole in and out of the panting kitten.

Hweh arched up - Finally getting his butt stuffed... And did it Feel Good! "Harder, Lover... Please!"

Chel gasped and shook his head. It was taking all his will Not to pound the tight little ass into the bed, and he had to keep his eyes closed or he might anyway... Just one look at his straining cock going into the lad under him and... What did the Kitten just say? Don't Do Tha...

Hweh shoved back against the male's thrusting, another slick inch working it's way in. Damn... 'If you were only more aggressive (And half again as long), I would Mate your bony ass!' He hissed, fighting laughter... 'Don't want to hurt me? Wait until I am on my back with all four sets of claws digging into your butt - Then we shall see about Hurt... I am going to hump you until your Hair Hurts!'

He stroked the trembling arms on either side of his shoulders. Twisted his hips around in a way that made the dog Groan and shudder all over...

"Please Chel? Knot me before you cum - Unless you can cum then knot then cum again..." He *Purred*, vibrating the bony chest as he unbent his knees some more, pushing back to get a few more Hard, Throbbing, *Unnh* Thick inches of veined meat to open his stretched tail-hole and slide deeper.

The lad bit his lip, wondering if he should use a hand... Nah, Get that knot inside his ass and he wouldn't Need to jerk on his dick to cum. Get tied, wear the male out... Then ask him the Question. Make sure he can say nothing but Yes... Yes, Lover. Yes, Teacher. Yes, Yes, Yes! He shoved back roughly, feeling the swollen balls slap his cheeks as he worked the slab of canine-cock. He could almost feel the heat, the Bulk of the knot... And he Wanted It!

"H... Hweh..." The kitten's muzzle was fantastic. His rump was... Hot and Tight and Pulling his erection deeper into the squirming male. Lust, Love, Desire, Need... Burned to ash in the heat of the kit under him. With a half-strangled snarl, Chel shoved forward as hard as he could. Teeth gritted, he felt the little butt press against his knobs... Then Open and engulf him. Godsssss... He hugged the lad tightly, hips trying to move, balls mashed against the firm cheeks, trying to breathe, To tell the male what this meant to a lonely dog.

All he got out was, "Lover!"... Before blasting out of his body on a liquid rocket called Orgasm. It didn't help when the vibrator that was Hweh turned on High - Rubbing the heaving chest, Nipples poking his back. Tail mashed between them, It still managed to find those bumps and rub them... 'All the better to make you spew, Lover.' Heh, That the Puppy was doing very Well... Flooding his insides even as he wriggled his butt against those so tight balls. His own orgasm was almost an afterthought, spurting on the sheets even as he *Squeezed* another pulse from the fat cock that throbbed inside.

'What you panting so hard for? I have had bigger dicks than that - Ok, only a Few... Shoved in me. Push, Puppy... I want that Last Inch!'

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Hweh lay, half-smothered on the bed. *Didn't think this all the way through, Did you Stupid?* Shaddup! If he was at The House, a call would bring help running... He could stand the chuckles and sniggers of the others - They were just jealous. Now... He could breathe - Just. He could wriggle - A Little. He could hear the heavy panting slowing down with a heartbeat drumming on his back. The feeling of his rump stuffed almost full of hard cock, the knot right about... *YELP* Naughty Kitty.

When he felt movement from the male on top of him, The feline said, "Chel... Lover - Can you turn over? On the bed, On the floor... Someplace?" He moaned when the body moved - Up, rubbing his dick against the sheets. Then over and he inhaled the smell of all the Hot rut deeply. Waited until the canine was firmly in place before Squeezing every inch of dog-dick, Rippling his intestinal muscles to Milk the firm balls that were mashed against his ass. He moved one leg then the other to rub them, caress them... Got a couple of more squirts to join the puddle. A Wheeze as the male went stiff everyplace else. And the *Thunk* of an out-cold body.

Hweh lazed on top of his new Lover, reaching up to caress the firm, handsome muzzle. He rubbed his legs along the strong if bony calves and thighs, glancing at the wall, seeing how far the sun had moved - Really? Plenty of time to make the 'Puppy' cum again, Get him bundled out of here and Home - So he could do it All Over Again! The lad napped, letting his tail relax a little... That was the only problem - Damn thing kinked too much. Well, That was why you knelt over a cock - or made sure the 'client' didn't fall on top of you... Ah well. Small price to pay for having an ass-full of hard dick... Did I say you could get soft yet? *Squeeze*

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Chel awoke with a moan to find 'The Terror' between his legs, caressing his balls, licking his dick like it was a SweetStick. He groaned, and flopped an arm over his aching head.

"Morning Lover..."

There that Word was again. He arched up in time to watch the white-striped muzzle touch his cock-tip... And without so much as a grunt, Slide half-way down his stalk. His toes curled as the feline bobbed up and down several times, each one accompanied by a raspy tongue cleaning the hide, Tracing a vein. Then *Pop* - Soft nuzzles and kisses on the pointed tip.

"L... Lovers?"

Hweh nodded. "If you want to be... I would like you to be..." Gold-ringed eyes started into his, while the pole was tilted so they could watch his face, the muzzle continuing to slide the hot meat between soft lips. Slim fingers curled around the firm cheeks, *Squeezing* gently... Then the Fire sparked in those feline eyes. Claws dug into his ass, the head tipped just a little as it shoved the fat cock Past mouth and down into gullet, Where throat muscles latched onto it greedily. Then the kitten *Purred*...

Chel barely had time for a stifled scream before he locked in an arch, hands gripping the bed hard enough to rip the cheap sheets. Waves of orgasm wracked his rigid frame, while his nuts gave up not enough cream for the hungry male - Having pumped most of it in the feline's other end. His hips rocked in the surprisingly strong arms, Butt being caressed and squeezed as it was led back down. Up came the feline's muzzle, letting him gasp as it kissed his entire slick length.

"Every day... I will put you to sleep with my rump, Wake you with my tongue. Every Day I will be your Male - If you will be mine."

The sexy eyes stared at him as the tip popped back in the too-hot mouth to be gently sucked on, until it somehow disappeared back into it's furry holder.

"You're too young to mate, Not that I would mind..." Came from Chel's muzzle before his Upper brain functions could get enough oxygen to do their job... And got deprived again as a kiss hot as Summer and sweet as Wine was pressed on his muzzle. A little butt wriggled so nicely in his hand as the kitten explained about HouseAdults, And what they did. The offer to become one... Urf. He almost laughed... The canine had spent many a summer watching several cubs while Parents tried to make ends meet - Someplace. He opened his eyes at a soft noise. Sat up, seeing the ears go back, the little nose move as if the kitten was sniffling...

"Lover, What?"

Hweh sighed... "I would have to Share you." Then brightened and kissed the startled male, the little rear bouncing in his lap fit to make the monster stir again. "You called me Lover! Does that mean you will say yes? Please say Yes... Come live with me - Us. I will even eat my greens, If I can have..."

The little rump rubbed against his sheath, the gold-ringed eyes gleaming. "Dessert after?"

Chel moaned, trying not to laugh. To be seduced by a Kitten... "I won't say Yes..." He lifted the down-turned chin. "But I won't say No - Not until I have had time to think about this... Offer. I am not Young and I can't hump like a rabbit every day. And if I had to share..."

He hugged the feline who hugged him back. "Hey, We are still Lovers... That means you can come visit me anytime you are - Free to." That got a giggle and a kiss. Then the lad got off the bed and went to his shorts, fetching the coins for his new Lover...

"I am not hiring a cart... And I am not really Hungry."

Chel felt like grabbing the pillow and shoving it between his legs... Not Hungry, Hah! He got a soft kiss on his sheath instead.

"So use the money for Food, Better Pants - I don't want Everyone to see what a big dick my Lover has." The lad nuzzled the stirring sheath again. "A better place to Live."

Hweh sighed and stood, putting his shorts on.

"Lover..." The kitten said again, kissing Chel long and deep and hungrily. Then left, Noting he barely had time to get back, bathe and eat before the MidDay Bell shift.

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Chel found a better place to live, But Still not much work. That was ok however, as it gave him more time to be with his new Lover. At least once a week the feline would come over, peel him out of his clothes and hump him until he couldn't get erect for Days afterward... And he counted the hours between visits.

Hweh found that Greater Responsibility meant Less Time Off. He still got his share of clients to scream for him... Even fell for a couple of the thicker-dicked ones - But Puppy was still First in his Heart.

End of Book 5

End of Volume 01 - LaFaelt