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Master and His Pet

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

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February, 2015

Hours after their shared lovemaking, Cederwyn led Hartley into the enclosed trailer, listening as the Whitetail baulked and cried out, digging his cloven hooves in against the gravel driveway and pulling hard on the lead rope.

"Hartley, my love - we need to go home," Ceder pleaded with him. "Its late in the afternoon, I'm tired and exhausted and I want to get you home where I can take off this halter and just let you come and go as you please. Now, stop being such a misbehaving Fawn and get in..."

Again, Hartley baulked and struggled, before Ceder sighed and walked over to him, then put his paws and forearms beneath Hartley and grunted, staggering under the weight of the Whitetail Buck as he physically carried Hartley into the trailer then tied the lead rope short to the crossbar. Ceder didn't know why Hartley was misbehaving and being s uncooperative, usually the young Stag happily walked straight on and was completely placid - this afternoon, Hartley was tense and misbehaving - and Ceder wasn't sure what had gotten into him.

*

An hour later, Ceder stopped the car and un-dogged the catches on the trailer, dropping the tailgate with a loud thump and walking in, before untying Hartley's lead rope and slowly turning the young Stag around.

"We're home now my love, you don't need this any-more - now stand still and let me take it off you." Cederwyn told him, then began unbuckling the halter.

Freed from its grasp, Hartley shook himself then bounded out of the trailer and immediately went into hyperactive mode, galloping at full stretch around the car and trailer, then the house and just enjoying being 'freed' from the trailer and halter and working himself up into a light sweat. Ceder giggled, then walked out and closed the trailer tailgate, snapping the catches back before he went and sat on his stairs, watching the enthusiastic young Whitetail just randomly running around and around.

"Hartley, my love - I wish I had half your boundless energy - how you can do it, it truly leaves me in bewilderment and amazement." Ceder yelled out, as Hartley streaked past him again, ears back and wind blowing across his shoulders.

For over an hour, Hartley ran, leapt and squealed with Cervine joy, before at last he slowed and trotted over to Cederwyn, who cuddled him close and felt the hot, sticky sweat on Hartley's neck.

"Now you've done it, look at you - all hot and bothered and - " Cederwyn squealed and trembled, as Hartley's head darted beneath his green robes and then the Stag's cold, wet nose nudged Cederwyn's furred scrotum.

"HARTLEY!" Ceder squealed, as he snatched his robes up and forced Hartley's head away.

Hartley merely blinked, then licked Cederwyn's paws and trembled, his tail snapping upright as he stared at Cederwyn, then his tail slowly began to flag from side to side, and he bleated like a Hind, before he nuzzled at Cederwyn with more instance, then turned about and crouched slightly, gazing back over his shoulder at his master.

"You...you want..." Cederwyn gasped, his eyes widening before his ears turned a brilliant crimson, as he realised Hartley's intentions. "My love...I...not here Hartley, come on, let me get you cooled down and dried off, I don't want my dear, sweet Stag getting a chill from the night air."

Hartley blinked and snorted, then licked and nuzzled insistently, not comprehending a word, but as Ceder rose and the robes fell back around his ankles, Hartley's tail drooped in sadness,but he obediently clambered up the ramp specially made for him and followed Ceder into his house. Here , Hartley was completely comfortable, knowing every creaking floorboard, wall and room - having been raised in this house, it didn't bother him at all, and he happily submit to being rubbed down with a thick towel, before Ceder lifted his chin and gazed into his eyes.

"Hartley - I want you to do this - of your own desire my love, I know its not natural - for a Buck to lift his tail and let another Buck mate him like a Doe...even if they're as kind, and gentle as me - show me - something my love, that shows you really want me to bed you, and I will...I promise. Don't do this, because my scent makes you want to make me happy - I honestly want you to show me some sign, that you're willing and wanting to be my Doe, and I'll take you to my bed and give you the pleasuring you're seeming to want from me."

Frowning, Hartley was confused, mixed feelings and scents he got from his master, had him bewildered and upset, before he shuddered and shook it off, before he nuzzled then turned about and his long tail snapped up and he willingly 'presented' to his owner, looking back over his shoulder at Ceder and started to flag his tail from side to side.

"THAT I understand - " Cederwyn giggled, then lovingly caressed his paws over Hartley's flanks, making the Stag tremble and crouch lower, the flagging tail inceasing in speed.

"Hartley? Bed!" Ceder called, and stood.

Hartley frowned a moment, before he blinked and trotted eagerly down the hall, his cloven hooves clicking hollowly against the timber floor and his furred right hip striking the edge of the bedroom door as he slipped and barely managed to regather his hooves, then he bleated impatiently, waiting as Cederwyn walked in his wake, shedding his light summer robe and letting it fall to the hallway floor.

Cederwyn sprawled on his bed, then rolled onto one hip, as naked as the day he had been born, and looked back at Hartley, who stood at the foot of the bed, tail flagging and giving his owner such a look of love and trust, but knowing he wasn't allowed on the bed until Ceder told him.

"Hartley, up - come on my dear, sweet Stag - up!" Ceder called, and patted the bed.

Hartley placed his outstretched front hooves on the bed, before he knelt and dragged himself forwards, folding his back legs so he was now kneeling on the bed, a frightened look in his eyes as the soft mattress gave beneath him, but he crawled forwards until he could stretch his head out and lick at Ceder's muzzle and forehead.

"Good boy Hartley," Ceder smiled, then giggled at Hartley's adorable licks. "Alright my love, I know what you want - do you - still want to be bred? I know you - you often submit because I want too..."

Hartley frowned again, before he tilted his head and bleated softly, his tail flicking back up and he began flagging it in agreement - or so it seemed. Cederwyn spent twenty minutes just cuddling and scritching the squirming and bleating Hartley, who loved their special time together, but he was frustrated with his master - he wanted to please Cederwyn, but Ceder's scent showed his master was not yet aroused - interested - yes - aroused, no. Hartley was patient, knowing his master wouldn't leave him, would do anything to please him, and Hartley in turn would do anything...

*

Hartley's mind snapped back on itself, as he felt Cederwyn's paws on his hips, then those long fingers gently stroking the underside of Hartley's tail.. Shuddering, Hartley blinked and shook his head, gazing back at Ceder, whose full erection peered over Hartley's rump and glistened with the unpleasant scent of whatever Ceder used to help him mount, and Hartley shook his head again, before his eyes widened and he grunted, as he felt Ceder press himself against Hartley's tight sphincter, the mule Deer's penile head sliding forwards and into Hartley's young body.

"Oh dear Hartley..." Cederwyn gasped, his paws splaying their long fingers over Hartley's rump, feeling the incredible tightness and warmth of Hartley's body.

Hartley shuddered and bleated again, keeping his tail up and away from the sticky lube, as he gazed back at Cederwyn, a look of complete love and trust sparkling in his eyes, before he gasped as Cederwyn's paws began to tremble. Hartley knew from experience what was coming, and just as Cederwyn twitched, Hartley pushed forwards - a half-second before Cederwyn squealed and his feral instincts seized him, his hips smacking hard against Hartley's rump, making Hartley bleat loud and long, as Cederwyn's orgasm began flooding his body.

"Fuck..." Cederwyn wept, as he slumped onto Hartley's trembling body, then heard the Whitetail whimper in fear and alarm.

Cederwyn shuddered, feeling his penis still pumping his hot, sticky semen deep into Hartley, but it was his love his his Stag lover that made him reach up and rub away the tears that started to flow down Hartley's cheeks.

"Honey...I'm so sorry - " Cederwyn sniffled, feeling Hartley quivering. "I...I know you hate when I...I do that to you...I...I can't help it and..."

Hartley twisted slightly, keeping his groin firmly pressed against his master, then licked his cheek and began flagging his tail, the ache from his rump soon forgotten, as Cederwyn gasped and trembled, before laying on his side and pushing himself hard against Hartley's rump, as Hartley licked adoringly at Cederwyn's muzzle, the two Stag's enjoying each others love and affections, Cederwyn stroking Hartley's sides and flanks, before tenderly cuddling his buck close and continuing a more gentle, passionate lovemaking he knew he could sustain for hours...much to Hartley's pleasure...

END