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Chapter 5

Tyne sat in the scattered straw, staring at the flickering light of the lantern sitting on the crate. The sea rolled gently against the window behind him, a soothing sound that lulled his quickly beating heart. He'd heard the slavers earlier - Kilyan was here! He was here and they had injured him, the morons. Tyne clenched his paws, wishing he could get them around the slavers' scrawny necks. They had removed the manacles to allow him to eat that evening, but they also put the chain back on his ankle. He was chained to the wall, straining to hear what was happening in Hukida's office. It was useless, however. Hukida's office was too far away. If he really had Kilyan, Tyne could not know.

Tyne sat back against the wall, resting his elbows on his drawn-up knees. At forty-something, his bulky body was tight with muscles in the lantern light, and his pale blue eyes reflected the flames like glass. During the voyage, his gray mane had grown out longer and had even become shaggy from neglect: the slavers were not going to deign to groom him, despite Kachada's orders.

As the chief's treasured slave, Kachada had ordered that Tyne was not to be harmed in any way. He was to be groomed, fed, and cared for as proficiently as he was in the moon village. If the chief found out otherwise, heads would roll. Tyne knew Wakiza was in danger of public retribution for just having kicked Tyne in the face. He would probably be locked in a pillory and spanked during a garden party. Or perhaps his pretty wife would have to service the chief for a night or two.

"Kachada . . ." Tyne whispered and smiled sadly. "I miss you . . ."

Tyne wondered what Kachada was doing now. Over the years since his disgrace, the chief of the moon tribe had treated Tyne for the first time like a slave. A real slave.

When they were growing up together, Kachada had always treated Tyne with kindness. He never humiliated him, harmed him, or even raised his voice to him. Tyne had been the chief's docile and dutiful servant, always ready with a pitcher of wine and a long-fanged smile, always so eager and ready to pleasure the chief in his bed, always drawing the envious and admiring eyes of the council and other well-to-dos in the village. Every moon wolf wanted a slave like Tyne: devoted, handsome, and eager. Tyne was a treasure, a prize. But he was more than that. Kachada loved Tyne.

Then Tyne betrayed his master. That he had tried to help Kilyan, Yana, and Yuri escape, he knew Kachada would consider that forgivable. In fact, Tyne was counting on it. It was the fact that Tyne also fell in love with Kilyan . . . that was the real offense.

The dismal day they made port, the slavers returned to the moon village, carrying Tyne, Kilyan, and Keeno like pigs on spits. Tyne was then forced to kneel before Kachada as the slavers tattled on him. He listened miserably to the accusations as Chieftess Iyira looked at him smugly, as Chief Kachada looked at him with narrowed eyes. Tyne knew he would get out of the mess if only his feelings for Kilyan were not revealed. But they were. The slavers announced that Tyne was not only cuddling with Kilyan in his bed, but he was crying and blubbering and seemed to want him for himself. Kachada's eyes brightened with rage, and it was over.

Tyne winced, thinking of that day. Kachada grabbed him by the mane and made him look at Kilyan - he made him look at Kilyan as he shouted that he would never touch him again. He then proceeded to rape Tyne right in Kilyan's face, and the humiliation continued. For months. Long after Kilyan had escaped with his friend.

"That you would dare," Kachada said later that evening. He sat in a chair in his bedroom, regarding Tyne with a twisted expression.

Chieftess Iyira was off with Aren and Kilyan, watching as they fucked for her pleasure. Kachada was alone with Tyne, and in the window, the full moon glowed bright. A gentle breeze came through, making the woven baskets that hung from the ceiling dance. It was a lavish enough bedroom, with a large canopied bed carved of smooth, dark wood. The bedposts held the shape of nude females, twisting as they thrusted their breasts and backsides from the posts.

Kachada's cushioned chair was by the window. His muscular body was strong and hard as he sat with his thighs apart, rippling belly flexing each time he yelled.

Tyne flattened his ears as he knelt before the chief. He had never seen his master so angry before. Kachada had never before hit him or raped him or yelled at him - he could still feel the blood on his backside. And he was frightened. He thought furiously of what he could do to appease him. He wanted desperately for things to go back to the way they were. He wanted Kachada to be kind again, loving, gentle. He wanted those sweet whispers and kisses in the dark, not the glares and bellowed insults. Tyne . . . wanted his lover back. He looked at Kachada and saw the pain in his eyes and wanted to kiss him, wanted to take that pain away.

Kachada shook his head darkly. "Don't you look at me with your sad eyes, you bastard."

Tyne bit his lip and stared at the hard wood floor. A large circular rug was in the middle of the room, woven with intricate blue and orange designs. Kachada had raped Tyne on that rug only moments before, mocking him that he would never have Kilyan. Never.

But now Kachada was calm and seemed to have regained his reason. He still looked angry, but the violence was gone from him. He sat stiff and straight in the chair, and he looked torn and tense.

Tyne squeezed his eyes shut, hating the fact that his cock was rigid and throbbing. Kachada had fondled him during the brutal rape, and in that painful and humiliating moment, he had realized how much he'd missed him. His cock was dripping. He looked at Kachada's hard body and wanted to suck his dick. The large organ was lying soft and limp against the chief's hard thigh. Tyne's blood was on it.

"My Kachada . . ." Tyne whispered to the floor.

Kachada stiffened. "Do not call me that!" His eyes darted to their corners, hard and resolute: he was determined to be angry. "Fetch the basin," he snapped, "and bathe me!"

"Yes, my chief . . ."

Tyne knew exactly what to do. When Kachada was angry like this, he was not allowed to walk. He crawled across the floor to the corner table, where a beautifully carved stone basin stood full of water. He took the washcloth in his mouth, careful not to let his tongue touch it. Now came the tricky part: he lifted the basin in both paws and shuffled back to Kachada on his knees, his head down, his hard dick wobbling and glossy with precum. Once he reached the chief, he kept his eyes down as he set the basin on the floor and began to wash his master. He dipped the cloth and carefully dabbed the blood from Kachada's soft cock. He could feel the chief's eyes on him, burning right through his guilty face.

"I named you," Kachada said softly into the silence. "Do you remember what your name was before?" It was a question Kachada knew the answer to: Tyne could hardly remember his tribe, let alone his name. The chief was sad, tired, and reminiscing.

"No, my chief." Tyne stole a glance at his master: Kachada's eyes had softened and he watched Tyne fondly.

Kachada laughed softly. "I still remember the day," he said, "when my father took me to the harem to choose a personal slave. You were number ten on the line. So that's what I called you. Tyne."

Tyne smile as he worked. He remembered. He remembered standing with the other pups and being so nervous, so frightened. He was terrified the prince was going to choose him. He didn't want to work in the big hut; he didn't want to displease the prince with his clumsiness and his timid cringing. He was relieved when little Prince Kachada was patient and kind. Relieved and shocked: while living in the harem, he'd heard many a horror story of what happened to Chief Ikronodo's slaves when they displeased him.

"I took you home," Kachada went on, "and I loved you. You weren't my servant, you weren't beneath me, you were my lover. And yet somehow . . . you belonged to me. I relished the fact."

Tyne swallowed hard. He had relished in it too, belonging to someone, feeling safe. When he was with Kachada . . . he felt untouchable. No one could harm him. After living first with the autumn wolves and then in the harem, it was the first time in his life that he'd ever felt safe! But now Kachada, his lover and protector, was the very one harming him. Tyne bit his lip as he thought of all the slaves he had raped . . . and had to wonder if he didn't deserve what was happening now. The fact that it was Kachada who was raping him . . . it made it worse. The very worst.

"I loved the idea of having control over you because I knew . . ." Kachada frowned sadly. "I knew it meant you would never leave me."

Tyne hated himself when he started to cry. The hot tears fell gently -- one, two - on Kachada's hard thigh. He closed his eyes when he felt the chief's big paw touch his mane.

"But you did leave me, didn't you?" Kachada whispered. "I don't mean physically. Given the accounts of the slavers, you had every intention of coming home to me. But your heart . . . your heart left me. You gave it to someone else."

"Y-Yes," Tyne moaned. Thinking of Kilyan off with Aren and the chieftess, he cried harder. The fact that that bitch had Kilyan! He dropped his face on the chief's lap and sobbed. Kachada frowned and stroked his mane.

"I don't understand why you love him, why you would betray me like this," Kachada said softly. "Make me understand."

"I . . ." Tyne sniffled himself quiet and just knelt there, his cheek on Kachada's thigh as he blinked out tears. "I'm s-sorry . . ."

"Make me understand, Tyne."

Tyne sniffled. "Kilyan made me feel free," he said hoarsely. "I chose to love him - of my own freewill!"

Kachada nodded miserably. "And with me, you always felt like a slave, is that it? Even after I set you free, even after I gave you a home and such fine things . . ."

". . . yes," Tyne admitted wretchedly. He looked up at Kachada, tears in his eyes. "I know you tried to set me free, but I'll never be free so long as I serve you - whether as your slave or as your slaver. My heart is tied to yours . . ."

"But you love it."

"I love it, my Kachada . . . I hate it too."

Kachada looked away, his eyes sad. ". . . I know my subjects continued to treat you like a slave, even after you were free. You could never truly be free here in my village. They will always treat you poorly but . . ." He looked at Tyne. "I can never let you go, do you understand? I need you."

Tyne nodded wretchedly. "I don't want to go," he whispered. "I came back because I want to stay here -- with you."

Kachada smiled, and Tyne thought there was something sympathetic in his eyes. Tyne knew why: he was like a dog latching to the leg of his master. But he didn't care: he loved Kachada. While being with Kilyan on the ship, he had secretly hoped that he would be able to have them both: remain the chief's lover while secretly fucking Kilyan. But then he realized that Kilyan needed to be free, that Kilyan needed to go home to his family, and that if he really loved him . . . he would help him.

"Is your anger spent, my Kachada?" Tyne whispered. His anus was torn and aching and he hoped another mocking rape was not coming. He thought Kachada looked calm and relaxed and his hopes swelled.

Kachada shook his head, not looking at Tyne. His blue mane was loose around his thick neck and powerful shoulders, and it tumbled when his head moved. "No, my anger is just beginning. You will hurt for hurting me, Tyne. It would please me to have your precious Kilyan publically whipped, but Iyira would never forgive me. Neither would you."

"I would never be angry with my Kachada in the first place."

Kachada shook his head sadly and Tyne knew what he was thinking: trained like a dog.

"Your backside has been punished enough. Your mouth hasn't, however. Go and fetch the gag. The one we used on Yana."

Tears welled up in Tyne's eyes. "My chief, please . . ."

"Go," said Kachada softly and pinched Tyne's chin, "and fetch. The gag."

Tyne swallowed hard and obeyed. He put the basin and washcloth back on the corner table, then crawled to the closet and opened it. His cock was still hard and dripping as he began to search and it was getting harder. He knew exactly why Kachada wanted the gag. Tyne loved to suck Kachada's dick, but the chief wanted to make it unpleasant for him. He found the gag and sagged miserably: it had a ring in the center for holding ones mouth open as they were forced to give head.

They had used the gag ring on Yana plenty of times. Kachada loved to have his dick sucked more than anything, but Yana hated to suck him. They would tie the gag ring in her mouth, forcing it open. Kachada would then fuck her face as Tyne fucked her in the ass. And she would kneel between them, helplessly moaning as she took it on both ends. Now it was going to happen to Tyne.

Tyne dismally tied the gag on his face and crawled to the bed, where Kachada was now waiting. The chief sat on the edge of the bed and watched with a hard dick as Tyne stretched out on his back. He waited, heart pounding, and then Kachada had straddled him. The chief knelt over Tyne with his hard cock in his face. It was hot and musky, and Kachada had missed the taste and smell more than anything. But god . . . not like this. Lying there as tears blinded him, he suddenly knew exactly how Yana had felt.

Kachada grabbed Tyne by the mane. "You will think twice," he whispered, eyes narrowed angrily, "before _ever_looking at another male again!"

Tyne sputtered as Kachada crammed his cock in. The chief's pink organ had always been large - painfully large. Even with the gag ring on, Tyne's lips felt taunt to the point of aching. His drool seeped over hot and Kachada sighed, closing his eyes as he slowly began to skullfuck. Tyne sobbed. Tears squeezed from his long lashes as his cheeks welled up in his eyes. Kachada still had him by the mane, and he fucked so deep and so hard, Tyne choked helplessly. He didn't think he could breathe.

"Through . . . your nose," Kachada panted. "Breathe through your nose . . ."

"Mm! Mm!"

"Oh, Tyne . . . you and your long fang . . . it's rubbing my dick. How tight did you make this?"

Tyne silently swore when the chief fumbled to pull the gag tighter with a hard wrench. His mane was caught up in the strap when the chief tugged, and he cried afresh. He had purposely tied it loose to give himself a chance to breathe, but now he was truly gagged and helpless. The chief's big cock choked him, and he fucked his face so hard, the headboard slapped the wall. Tyne continued to cry. But even as it was happening, he was getting painfully hard. He reached up and squeezed the chief's ass. When the chief did not protest, he sank a finger in his anus and massaged. The chief grunted in appreciation, and Tyne felt his cock drip.

Oh god. How long had it been since the chief had let Tyne fuck him? He wanted his cock there so badly! He was throbbing and dripping, pulsing and yearning. He looked at the chief with suffering eyes, silently begging for relief.

Kachada gave none. He fucked Tyne's face until he squirted in his mouth and pulled out. Tyne sputtered as the cum dripped down his lips and chin, pooled in his open mouth, and stained the gag ring. His heart sank dismally when the chief did not remove the gag ring - nor did he seem inclined to relieve Tyne's hard-on. He tied Tyne with a leash to the bedpost - then tied his paws behind his back and left him sitting there. Hard and unsatisfied.

Present-day Tyne let the memories fade as he sat grimly against the wall. Eleven years later, and Iyira was still moaning for Kilyan. She had gone through many other slaves, but none of them were quite as beautiful or quite as rare as he. Iyira loved beautiful and rare things, from furs to rings to statues in her garden. For her, Kilyan was a rare jewel that had rolled down a well. She had to have him back.

"I'll go myself!" Iyira declared angrily. She was sitting on her throne, magnificent in silver jewelry, her black zigzagging stripes hugging her generous hips. "If you fools are too stupid and incompetent to find one black wolf in a thousand gray ones!"

"Your h-highness . . ." stammered the slaver who stood before her miserably. His name was Inpae, and he was one in several slavers who had taken up Tyne's role after he was reduced once more to a slave. Each slaver that failed to bring in Kilyan was in turn reduced to a sex slave.

Inpae was a nervous wreck, and behind him, Wakiza and a few merchants and slavers stood, looking just as nervous. Squatting docilely beside Kachada's throne, Tyne watched sympathetically and did not blame them: several tall warriors stood nearby, waiting hungrily for the moment when the failures would be handed over to them.

"I n-need more time," Inpae protested miserably.

Iyira snorted. "You have been head of this pitiful search for two years. Now you can give head instead."

Inpae stiffened when Iyira waved her scepter: two buff warriors stepped forward and grabbed Inpae by the arms. His face washed over with panic and he protested at once. Iyira coldly ignored him. His eyes popped when one of the warriors grabbed his cock and fondled. They laughed darkly and marched Inpae from the room, who whimpered and protested all the way.

"Y-Your h-highness - oh, god, please - anything but this!"

In the wake of Inpae's helpless screams, Wakiza and the others stood looking horrified. Kuza was with them and half-hid behind his older cousin, looking as if he was going to faint. Tyne smirked: gentle little Kuza.

"Wakiza!" Iyira barked.

Wakiza flinched and came forward, ears flat and head down. He bowed. "I am at your command, your highness . . ."

"Save the groveling for when you fail," the chieftess sneered at once. "You are now in charge of the search --"

"And you will lead it under the c-command . . ." Sitting on his throne beside Iyira, Kachada sputtered into his kerchief. Tyne frowned sadly: this was one of Kachada's sick days. The kerchief was speckled red with blood, and nearby, many servants stood waiting with fresh kerchiefs, medicines, drinks, and basins of water. They followed the chief everywhere he went, his personal entourage of medics.

Kachada had been sick for years now. Tyne lowered his eyes miserably. What Kachada needed was magic. But he hated magic.

"Save your strength, darling," Iyira said soothingly and squeezed her husband's paw. She glared at Wakiza. "You will continue the search under the command of one of the Hu clan. Do I need remind you who they are?" she said scathingly. "The family who has built half the ships in my harbor?"

Tyne watched as Wakiza nodded obediently. The famous family of shipwrights would be more than fitting. They all had names that began with "Hu," and thus they were known as the "Hu clan" among the moon wolves. Many of the males in the family were large and stern: exactly what Kachada's lackadaisical slavers needed.

"They won't f-find him," Kachada coughed.

Iyira glared at him and her lips tightened: a sure sign of a tantrum. "They will," she insisted. "You promised me!"

Kachada's eyes dulled - with anger, with weariness. Tyne knew he was going to avoid an argument, however: members of the council were seated all around the throne room, lazily drinking wine and watching the proceedings as their silver jewelry glinted in the firelight.

The court sorcerer was there, sitting with his staff on one of the couches in a wide window. He watched Tyne with quiet hunger, and Tyne knew he would corner him later in yet another attempt to fondle him.

Iyira pouted, ignoring it when Aren offered her a silver tray laden with a single glass of wine. In a sudden rage, she slapped the tray from Aren's paw. The wine flew across the earthen floor and soaked the long black carpet that led to the throne chairs. Aren's ears flattened as he watched several servants leap forward with towels to clean up the mess.

"N-No," Kachada sputtered, waving the servants back. He glanced meaningfully at Tyne.

Tyne held back a moan. Eleven years, and he was still expected to debase himself to appease Kachada's anger. Was he going to pay for loving Kilyan for the rest of his life?

Keeping his face smooth and impassive, Tyne crawled to the stain in the carpet and began to lick the wine up. He noticed many males watching his cock and balls with hungry eyes. When he glanced up at Kachada, the chief was watching him hungrily too. He gestured as if it was enough, and Tyne was given a cloth to soak the wine up with instead.

As Tyne knelt scrubbing the carpet, Aren was called forward, and Tyne was spanked as he worked. He grunted with each blow of the paddle. The smacking was loud in the silence. As it was never allowed to be soft, his dick was already rock hard, and as the paddle came down harder and harder, he started to drip precum.

"Good, Aren," Iyira said, delighted. "Harder!"

Aren obeyed.

"Ah!" Tyne bit his lip, hating the sound of his own helpless cries.

Whack.

_ _

"Ah!" Tyne's muscular body tensed as the pain burned through his ass. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Wakiza watching him keenly.

"I think Tyne should join the search party," Iyira said. "He knows where my slave was initially from - after all, he was cuddling with him in his bed, wasn't he? Exchanging whispers and kisses."

Kachada's face darkened. "Hit him harder!" he barked at Aren, his voice suddenly devoid of a cough in his anger. "I want him to limp back to me!"

Aren drew the paddle back and gave Tyne a walloping blow.

"Ah!" Tyne tumbled forward and caught himself. The court laughed. He meekly picked up the cloth again and continued dabbing the wine from the carpet. As Aren continued to spank him and he continued to grunt, he locked eyes with Iyira. She was smiling in triumph.

God, he hated her.

Tyne pushed the memories away. The last he'd seen his lover, Kachada was lying in bed, looking gaunt and weak. The sickness came and went. There would be several months when Kachada would be back to his hardy self, only to suffer a break in his health all over again.

For years, Tyne watched his lover's suffering and silently suffered with him. He would sit beside Kachada's bed day in and day out, holding his paw, waiting for the moment when he would smile again and say he was well. And he would wait forever if he had to.

"Awake this time?" said a voice.

Tyne looked up to see Wakiza standing in the doorway. Ugly Wakiza, with his small eyes and sneering mouth. He was backed by two muscular warriors. Tyne recognized the males as Simpay and Tekki, a part of Hukida's traveling escort. The three of them moved slowly toward Tyne, who looked at them wearily from where he was sitting in the straw.

"You won't get away with this," Tyne muttered.

One of the warriors closed the door, the other set his spear against the wall and touched his cock. The warriors had huge cocks, though Wakiza's was small and stubby as a thumb. The three males looked at Tyne with hungry eyes as they surrounded him.

Wakiza grabbed Tyne's mane and forced his head back. "It doesn't matter. A spanking in the public garden is worth this." He traced a slender finger over Tyne's mouth.

Tyne watched indifferently as they closed in, cocks hard. They weren't even going to unshackle him: his ankle remained chained to the wall as they smoothed their paws over his hard, tight body, silently admiring. Tyne trembled a little. One knelt behind and grabbed his dick. He started massaging. Tyne moaned as he slowly hardened in those insistent fingers.

"Ch-Chief Kachada," Tyne sputtered as he hardened, "w-will --"

A sharp smack cut the air and Tyne's face burned with pain as he cried out and fell forward. He caught himself on his paws and knelt between his three attackers, shivering as they laughed at him. Shivering with anger at his own helplessness . . . shivering with anger at his own arousal. They hadn't stopped touching him, fondling, kissing. He could see the two big males fondling their own cocks as they touched his.

A finger went in Tyne's ass and he sighed.

"Shit, he's tight."

"I get it first."

"Alright. I wanted to suck his dick anyway."

Tyne bit his lip.

"And you're going to suck mine," Wakiza whispered. He grabbed Tyne by the mane again. "You're so good at that, aren't you, big boy?"

Tyne licked his lips miserably. Wakiza's dick was right in his face, dripping with precum, tight with veins. It was small and had a way of rolling on his tongue like a little sausage. Given the small size, it was very easy to toy with in his mouth, and Wakiza couldn't get enough. He jerked Tyne's head close by his mane and crammed his little dick in. Tyne wearily and obediently slurped on the little cock, wrapping his tongue around it and gushing hot spit on it.

Wakiza shivered. "Oh _shit._That's it . . . just like that . . . have had plenty of practice, haven't you? They teach you this in the harem?" He laughed nastily.

Tyne's nostrils flared angrily. They had taught him nothing sexual in the harem. He'd been a very small child, only perhaps three when they took him. Wakiza knew it. He was just being an ass. He smiled at Tyne with hooded eyes, then yanked hard on his mane, forcing his little cock deeper in this throat.

Tyne gagged as Wakiza's cock hit the back of his throat - then sputtered up more spit as Simpay suddenly plunged in his ass. Tekki's hungry mouth closed on his cock, and he knew the big male was lying beneath him, eagerly moaning as he sucked Tyne off. Tyne shivered all over and wept as his attackers rocked him. Simpay fucked him hard in the ass, spanking him, pinching his nipples, and Tekki pulled his mouth away to lightly trace his tongue over Tyne's heavy ballsack. Tyne could hear his own gulping as he was forced to suck and died a little inside.

"Shit, that's good . . . take it deeper. I know you can, Tyne."

"Mm . . . mm . . ."

"His dick is dripping in my mouth, Simpay. He must love your junk in his ass."

"Ha. You bet he does. His ass is squeezing on me. Like he's begging for more. Uh!" He stabbed his cock in hard and Tyne sputtered on Wakiza's dick.

"We'll spank him tomorrow," Wakiza whispered, touching Tyne's face again. "Won't we, sweet thing? We'll string you up by the wrists and paddle your ass until you cry." He laughed. "I love it when he cries." He ripped Tyne's face from his cock and smacked him again.

Tyne cried out from the blow and bowed his head, thinking of the day when they first took Yana, of the day when he slapped her so viciously. He had been so confident, so in control. Now he was on his knees get gang fucked. He grunted when Wakiza grabbed his mane again and yanked his head back. He pinched Tyne's cheeks in hard fingers.

"Suck my dick," Wakiza whispered, "like you mean it. Or by the gods, you'll be sorry."

Tyne trembled a little. That was a very real threat. Wakiza was very fond of kicking Tyne in the face while Hukida was sleeping - stepping on his neck . . . slapping his cock around with a violence that made him hard. Wakiza was the typical short, scrawny male trying to compensate before other males, and he used Tyne to do it any number of times during their journey.

"Kachada will hear . . ." Tyne whispered. "I'll tell him --"

Wakiza laughed. "Tell him. But right now you're gonna suck my dick. Suck it."

Tyne grunted when Simpay slapped his ass hard and stabbed his big dick in. He felt his anus tear a little and cried.

"Suck it," Simpay echoed.

Tyne glared at Wakiza, who was smiling at him triumphantly. He licked his lips, then violently ravished the cock in his face. Wakiza's head fell back and he moaned.

"Shit," said Simpay, impressed. "He's doing me next!"

"Mm . . . mmm . . ."

"Oh god . . . oh, Tyne . . . don't stop," Wakiza whispered breathlessly.

Tyne didn't stop. Tekki was still sucking his dick and he could feel himself throbbing against the male's mouth, ready to erupt.

For the next hour, they fucked Tyne, fondled him, and forced him to suck. He rocked between the three of them, helpless and helplessly hard. When they were finished with him, they bound his paws behind his back and left him in the dark . . . hard and unsatisfied.

They would begin again tomorrow.