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The soft song of the violins echoed through the grand ball room, the flutes drifting on the wind itself. The parade of fine clothes swaying to the tune laid out for them to follow when a voice called all to silence "AHEM!! Lords and Ladies I'm sure you've been anxious and all a flutter with rumours of this nights masquerade ball." The lion in the golden mask stood apart from the others yet none of those gathered here would acknowledge who was who, for fear of the scandalous rumours that would follow.

"Allow me introduce the main dish as it were." gesturing to the massive doors to the south of the flawless Victorian ballroom. Creaking wide these elegantly carved doors unveiled two robed figures being led into the ball room the brooding Jackal in the white mask.

The white masked canine clutching his velvet blue robes with tight fists as the lion continued to aureate to the crowd "We bring you the finest displays, and this is but the first of many evenings for our newest aquisition." The Lion then gestured to the second figure being ushered into the room. This tan furred figure solid, a white and gold shall wrapped about his narrowed waist. Broad chest and thick shoulders, this Herculean figure unmasked and proud. A warrior of the arena the scarred maw of the sabre-tooth known as Serno Snapjaw. The weight in his steps spoke of the countless foes he'd that fell at his feet and scars to show the few that had proved a challenge.

The faceless jackal trembled in fear, his pride and naiveté had put him here...a spectacle to the masses. Jackal was hard pressed to maintain his silence anonymity being his only shield. Naked beneath the robe, granted only for purpose of 'dread'...dreading the moment when he was forced to part with his dignity. His slender body far from the sculpted predatory perfection that encroached on him. Near womanly in comparison silver piercings in his ear marking former nobility. The canine eyed the crowd with rage and shame, fear seen in the tail that pulled itself between his legs

Unlike the Jackal, however, Serno held a imposing and unmistakeable smirk upon his muzzle, his gilded shall hiding very little from the eyes brave enough to peer passed the silken folds. The young Jackal was there because he'd put him there...in a manner of speaking, the true puppeteer being the golden lion who hid his face.

Both met in the centre of the ballroom aside a heavy wooden dining table, bare save I-bolts and manacles. Serno looked down upon his 'offering' with a wicked grin only a sabretooth could manage, the Jackal shuddering under those blazing golden eyes.

"Did I not promise entertainment of the rarest order." The Lion bellowed to the crowd, light applause and laughter followed with lusty stares and baited breath. Leveling a proud gaze over the defeated Jackal and an acknowledging nod to the other with wicked intent. The Jackal was not as he'd seemed, a pretty slave...no a forgotten fool, Remile. The slightest whimper in his breath, knowing that he'd done this to himself, and trusting the lion was only 'his' fault.

"Feast your eyes ladies and lords." The escorts pulled the robes away without hesitation the Remile dared to cringe under their eyes. Though his lithe form was nothing to be ashamed of even exposed as he was center to this polished stone floor. The guarded stance only drawing more attention to his curves as he folded his arms in on himself. Tail guarding the swell of his hind end, one paw locked between his legs the other across the perfect white of his fur.

The crowd murmured and stirred, all assaulting the vulnerable and naked Jackal. None knew for sure who he was; the lion had made sure of that, these men and women of note a buzz with the creative depravity of diminishing one of their own.

The lion grinned, spreading his arms in grand gesture "As you know...the masks represent the roles to be played." Stepping forward to caresses the Jackal's muzzle with one of his large, golden paws, flicking a claw under his chin. "For the days and months to come, those bearing the 'white' masks are to serve, slaves to silver and gold." The lion explaining the masks they all wore "We have but a 'single' slave this evening and this is but a show; would you all take yours seats." The fine red couches set around the table were meant for the audience this evening.

Taking his place upon a throne-like chair the Lion sat as all others found their place. "Serno, has won his freedom in the arena but a week ago and I've seen to the only reward worthy of a male such as him." The jackal being that reward "And as a warrior of the colliseum, it is only fair that 'he' be the one to lead us into the age of a new spectacle." Serno staring down the young jackal knowingly, remembering the elder and the cruel youngling better than any ever could...it was time to level the scales.

The lion nodded to Serno, the sabretooth pulling aside his shall unveiling a thick threatening and half hard cock. His furred orbs the size of tangerines, now exposed to the frightened jackal; whom thought of nothing but fleeing this place. Death only waited for him should he manage to get away from Serno, Remile suddenly regretting how he had treated those he once thought beneath him...or was he simply thinking his fear would stall the massive feline.

The crowd cooed and applauded the feline's 'pride' which grew at the sight of the small jackal that couldn't help but stare at the beastly thing. "Servant!" The sabretooth barked at him "You've no right to modesty, move your arms or have them 'removed.'"

Shaking he swallowed a lump panic and struggled to pry his arms to his sides. The snickers and comments humiliating and encouraging, the canine's pink male hood betraying him by growing to length under these intrusive groping eyes, despite his humiliation. Serno's threat was not of restraint...but of brutality, and the jackal knew this well.

"On your knees," Words the pristine white creature used on many nights...a voice not being his "NOW!" the feline put a paw to the dog's shoulder and pressed him to his knees forcing him down them. Fear seemed to be all he wanted to focus on but some how his mind kept spinning this moment on his head. The parallel of being on his knees like many a slave at his own feet...this was a insult beyond insults, the voices so clear to his ears.

"Oh my god!"

"This is so delicious!"

"Is he going to?" "Oh my he is isn't he."

The laughter and tension, all those eyes battering down on his exposed frame, svelte from pampered living. In most situations he would've revelled being the centre of attention; all eyes on him though normally he would dressed and playing to the crowd not whimpering on his knees.

A smile half sneered came from beast above him, words growled with bared teeth "Now my little fuck-toy," a knowing stare mocking from on high "put those paws of yours on my hips," Remile whined, cut short by a clenched fist and show of teeth "Don't make me repeat myself." Shaking hands found their place on Serno's solid body "Good! Now see my cock..." The sabre tooth nodding at the terror filled eyes "might want to be generous considering where its going next...Remile." Serno whispering his last statement.

He wasn't imaging it, he wished he was... nothing seemed right, Remile was 'his' a cruel fortune to say very least. It spun circles around his head while the room stilled, and barely the shuffling of clothing could be heard as they all fought for a view. The Jackal on his knees staring at that half hard spiny length of feline male hood.

Nervously Remile leaned in with his broad tongue stretched out the musk of this male choking his every breath as he closed in. He'd never been between another male's legs before, it was below him, revolting, and now he had no choice. Taking a shuddering breath he drew his tongue across the underside of the predators waiting phallus, cringing at the overpowering flavour of sweat and filth, but something else that made his heart quicken. "PET! You know better!"

Serno was demeaning him purposely, and partially for his own selfish ends. A thick clawed hand gripping into the white head fur he found there his claws clinging tightly around one year, knowing that his grip caused pain, pain enough to open that mouth... Soon filled with the growing fuck-stick, the whimpering jackal being very careful as he began to suck and lick if only to stop that vice from closing further on his head. "You need practise pet." Serno cooed, at the sloppy untrained tongue, flicking deliciously at his nethers "Bite me and I'll have teeth removed shortly after your balls!" He growled out with a chuckle.

The crowd seemed to burst with shock, laughter, and applause pointing and admiring the Jackal's long tongue. His eyes burning with frustration but the rest of his form shaking in shame, tears forming in his eyes as he worked a little harder. That grip easing off as if a signal that he was doing well, knowing full well that Serno could destroy him. Bobbing his head to the feline's delight unable to take the impossible length to the hilt, dreading the day that he could...if it ever came.

His flesh hot with humiliation when his ears caught wind of a stray comment "L-look at that," and the following oooo and awwwwwe's peppered with haughty laughter. The jackal whined pathetically as he realized his own cock had swelled against his will, full and sensitive. He shut his eyes and tear rolled down his blushing cheek "Don't you dare shut your eyes!" Serno warned, Remiles eyes blinking open, watery and aimed up, looking for some sort of remorse.

He found as much as he'd given in the past...none what so ever. The raging length of this beast shuddering with a heavy heartbeat between Remile's lips. Just when things couldn't get worse that clawed grip palmed his head and yanked him from the barbed feline cock. A string of saliva connecting the two for a bried second as the Jackal was tossed to the side on his hands and knees but not for long.

Two powerful mits clamped onto Remile's hips and he was hoisted onto his feet and bent at the waist. Serno's raw power dominating him, the sudden hot pressure of it and the blinding pained forced a howl from the canine's mouth. Without warning or the slightest pause Remile found himself screaming and fighting for dear life as he was impaled upon Serno's cock. Held to the other's hips another paw pressing the hound's back to his barrel chest "Shhhhhh, little pet, shhhhhh." Only now did he show some sort of cruel kindness, pausing for Remile to understand or at least run out of breath, the crowd buzzing all the while.

The jackal's erection fading fast at the painful invasion, as well as any semblance of thought or resistance, sobbing whines in every weak breath, Serno whispering into Remile's ear as they stood there for a moment "That was for all the slaves that suffered the same fate you now share...Now lets give the crowd a nice show, know that I wont blame you for passing out." Serno chuckled as he released the Jackal and gripped hard on those hips again and began to give Remile the first and worst fucking of his life.

Remile never saw that night come to an end...unconsciousness took him first. A bitter prediction from his 'lover' had come true, eyes shut feeling crust upon his white fur, and powerful ache nearly paralysing his limbs. It was almost as if the crowd had joined in after he'd passed out, he was covered in in dry... The idea almost made him vomit, the taste in his mouth even worse than that. Remile burning tail hole crusty and his innards sloshing.

All he could do was lay there in this dark place, the sandy floor and rusty iron collar being his only clue to where he was. It was a slave pit...for new captures. If all guess's rang true he was in a training hold, the thought had him sobbing dry tears again and wishing Serno had killed him.

The noble Remile Lae, a naked cum spattered rug in sand pit...it was a sorry sight. Though to those that knew him...it was a deserved fate.