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There's a mansion well hidden within dense forest, kept away from the prying and judgmental eyes of society. This place that I am forced to call "home" is nothing more than a prison, a personal hell that I want no part of and yet I'm forced to stay, forced to serve knowing that one day I'd have serve my purpose.On that day I'll go off into the woods and amidst the tall trees and foreboding caves no one will ever see me again. You see in these dark and scantly decorated halls of this hellish mansion I am a servant. For ten years all I've ever wanted was to escape, to leave this place and find my own in this world. I find myself still dreaming clinging to the last hope of being somewhere else. on a beach, in a city, maybe even a farm; I mean why the hell not after ten years of hard labor I could do the work. But I can't leave; better yet I won't resign myself to leave because...

"Scream louder for me bitch!"

"Ahhh! I-I'm sorry!"

Because of that, because right beside me is a door that never opens, well at least for the person inside. Everyday I'm subjected to this, the torture of listening to the sounds of wet slapping and parched screams escaping from a soundproof room. Soundproof heh it's funny it's kind of like the word home, in a place like this words like that, words that provide comfort or reassurance are nothing more than lies. Nevertheless within that soundproof room is the only reason why I stay. He knows that...they both do. So everyday I'm subjected to listen them rut. The savage, disgusting, cacophonous sounds of an apathetic, sadistic master who could care less about any of his servants, and then the servant...my reason to stay, I listen to him do his best trying to please that thing...that creature, forced prostitution for the sake of survival. It breaks my heart. It tramples on any hope I have for the future. Knowing that one day he'll get too old, or the master will get too tired and then...well he won't go into the woods like I will. No, but he'll vanish all the same. My strength, my rock, my hope, my...secret. I wonder do you know what you do to me? Do you know what I want to do with you? That I want to cherish you, hold you, stoke your hair, protect you, but I can't I'm too weak, too scared for any of that. All I've got are my wits, my intellect, it's what I've always been known for, punished for. When they, the other kids, and the "caretakers" would leer at me, snarl at me, talk about me behind my back you were there sticking up for me, defending me, always with a kind smile, or a gentle hand. And now after ten years after being brought here together iI can only look back and think that f I got stronger it was because of you. Yet still everyday I'm stuck here with the reality of being powerless forced to listen to you whine and scream for a creature devoid of passion, love, or kindness of any sort.

"Hey! I'm gonna cum! Move faster!"

"Y-Yah! Y-Yes! I'm sorry! Please! Go ahead and cum!"

I can hear them. His voice is agitated he's losing his patience. I can't help but flinch every time I hear him bring his hand down to slap his captives rear. The slapping of a strong, calloused, and over muscled hand repeatedly striking his rump forcing him to cry out in pain. The rattling of the chains as he yanks hard on the leash connected to the smaller one's collar.

"Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! Why are you so worthless!"

"I'm sorry! I can do better!"

"Obviously you can't! I guess I'll just have to do it myself!"

The sound of rutting increases as he's pressed against the cold wall. I can hear the bed moving banging furiously against the wall, only wordless screams pouring out from his mouth. All I can do is pray hope that somewhere beneath those screams is a small place of pleasure. That maybe through the abusive treatment he can find some joy. I can't help but to laugh at how I'm torturing myself. Praying to something that either doesn't exist or doesn't care, not that it matters. I'm brought back to earth by a large deep scream from inside. Followed by dead silence. They're done and as I look down I notice small splotches of water on the ground. I've been crying again, I know, but it's not what you think. I gave up crying a long time ago when nothing ever came of it. Today is different today is special. Still I quickly grab the tray and blankets that are on the ground beside me. I make sure that I dry my eyes quickly as I hear The Master get dressed and the door unlatch.

He emerges from the room, a tall hulking bull with dark brown fur and massive horns. He wears an overpriced blue suit with white pinstripes, on his right hand are three large gold rings. He stares down at me with cold unfeeling eyes and I speak out of obligation. "Master, I have brought dinner and a change of sheets for sir."

"Very well. Clean up in there and serve it food, then I want you to return to the other servants. The guests will be arriving shortly."

"Shall I get sir ready or..." he looks back at me in a cold fury .

"It won't be attending. Not tonight anyways, I'm not entertaining this is strictly business. The guests will be here within the next hour so hurry up."

"As you wish." I give a polite bow and watch as he moves down the dark corridors of the east wing.

I enter into the room slowly, regardless of how many times I've gone inside it's just as bright as the first time. A huge florescent light shines down on white walls raised with metal squares, the floor is an eggshell colored linoleum, easier to clean, and hide messes with. In the far right corner of the room is a recliner for invited guests. Then there's him lying there motionless on the bed. Every time I come in after one of their "sessions" I hope he's not dead, I'm afraid that if he died I wouldn't know what to do with myself...what I would do to myself...what I would do to the bastard responsible. I would have nothing to lose going out for vengeance who knows I might just succeed. I once read in a book that in ancient times Vengeance was a goddess I find myself daydreaming, picturing a situation where she would ask me to take her hand. Bless me with the power to take my revenge get my own cathartic pleasure in bringing harm unto the ones who harmed me. I guess no matter how old you get you never outlive fairy tales.

I drop the bed sheets on the recliner, put the tray on the table, and remove the lid so that the smell of the food covers the smell of rape sex though it never works. I look down at the tray and see a roll on a saucer placed next to a bowl of soup. In it there's a carrot, two chunks of beef, and a tiny onion. The so called broth is nothing more than a light brown water. There's only enough to keep him from starving, to keep his strength up, but not enough to keep him from escaping.

"Mmmmm." I hear the sounds of him groaning. He's in pain but that's good, pain means he's still alive.

"Is it dinner time already?" He says pulling the sheets off him. I can't help but to look at his lupine form. His body,even though deprived of food, is still kept in shape. He may not be overly muscular but he's lean, lean and tall. His fur is gray with white blanketing his hands, feet, chest up around his mouth, and under his tail. The hair on his head is a mess no doubt from his rough handling so I walk over and move the gray locks back trying my best to make it look neat.

"Okay, okay that's enough. So tell me could you hear me from the West Wing? He says jokingly while stretching, showing me the contours of his body.

"Uh well if you listened close enough."

"Cool. I guess a business deal or something fell through with the old man. Doesn't seem like-"

I hear the locking mechanism and turned to see him. He's standing in the middle of the room. "Hey Tal, what about giving me a hand."

"Oh! S-Sorry!" I rush over to the left side of the room beside the door where behind one of the raised squares is a panel that controls a series of mechanisms for the chains and the lock for the room. I slide the small gears up and listen as the chains loosen giving him free movement around the room.

"Thanks man. Now as I was saying doesn't seem like he was in the mood for some extended play today, just getting his rock soft. So are you gonna tell me about the party tonight or what,"

"I think it's a party for investors. He said he wasn't interested in entertaining anyone."

I watched as he ripped the roll in half and shoved it in his mouth, "You know that last time he said that I woke up behind the house covered in mud and lying next to pigs. Couldn't even stand the sight of bacon for six months after that."

I looked at his confident expression and started to chuckle which turned into a laugh then turned into something else. I heard the sound of water droplets hit the hard linoleum tile which led to a warm softness on my cheeks and looked up to see his strong brown eyes looking back at me, "Hey Tal calm down and don't cry. I'm alright. Anyway you know me I bounce back pretty quickly."

"Yeah you do." Then it hit me, "Oh! I have something for you. Close your eyes and open up your hands.

"You know the last time I did this-"

I knew where that was about to lead so I cut him off in mid sentence. "Trust me Cye."

"Okay."

He held out his hands and I gave him a surprise. "Go ahead open them."

"Huh...neat...a tiny cake."

"It's called a petite four. They're gonna be serving them tonight and I thought...well I thought it would be a nice surprise for you since today's your birthday and all." The longer I talk to him the harder it is for me to look him in the eye.

"Oh thanks. By the way how old am I?"

"Well you're a year older than me."

"Then how old are you?"

"I...don't know. They never kept any records at The Home."

"Hm, oh well I guess I'll eat this now."

"No wait!" It was too late he swallowed it whole. All my hard work in trying to get it gone in a second.

"Wow. that was good . I mean really good. Hey what wrong? You look upset."

"Yes I'm upset! Of course I'm upset! You always do these things without thinking! Do you even know what I had to get through to get that?! And then you just eat it. You couldn't even finish your meal first!"

He looks down to see my hands balled up and shaking as I try my best to glare at him under a furrowed brow. "I'm sorry Tal. It's just been so long since I've had anything like that. I guess I got carried away."

He embraces me in a hug and I can feel the warmth of his body and the softness of his fur combined with the soft beating of his heart it really is a soothing experience until I feel myself growing aroused from him. My next course of action probably wasn't my greatest as I push him away, "I-I gotta make up the bed. You go ahead and eat then I'll take the tray once you finish up."

I can't even imagine how red my face looks right now. Still I continue making up the bed while shaking nervously. I kept wondering if he knew or if he thought that I was just being weird. While I finished unfolding the last sheet a saw a jar, within it was a light blue gel, and on the label it says Muscle Medicine. I forgot I had managed to buy this as a second birthday gift for Cye. Things get pretty rough for him in this room so I thought that this could ease the soreness.

I approached him from behind nervously, "U-umm Cye?"

He turns facing me with a mouthful of food, "Hm."

"I actually had another gift. This one should last longer. It's a medicine for...soreness."

"Huh, lemme see." I hand him the glass jar and he shakes it furiously trying to get the contents inside to move. "Wow this must be some good stuff thanks, but well would you mind?"

"Y-You want me to put...this...on...you?"

"Oh wow thanks!" He says plopping himself down on the freshly made bed. Facing the ceiling he spreads out his arms and legs, "Whenever you're ready."

You know sometimes he can be really bold. I decide to climb onto the bed and sit on my legs at his side. I open the glass jar when a refreshing fragrance spills out and hits me in the nose. Shaking it off I began to scoop out a small amount of the slick gel onto my hands, and I begin to slowly massage it into him starting with his arms. I can't even begin to describe how I'm feeling as I do my best to rub the warm medicine through his fur and into the skin underneath. After I finish with his arms I begin to work on his torso, I can feel the outline of his abs on his flat and how his chest and breathing are moving up and down in time with the movements of my hands as I work his flat pecs. I look to see his face giving me a smile as I stop at his waist. I can see his furry sheathe a small red dot trying to poke its way out.

I look up at him and he is staring back at me impatiently, I feel a small shiver run down my back as he says, "Go on...it's not gonna do itself." The look in his eyes are almost like they're challenging me. I know I could stop here and walk away I have other things to go do and I've already spent too much time here. Then again when am I going to get this chance again? And why does it feel as though I'm getting swept up in his pace?

I slowly rub some of the gel into my hands and begin to slowly and methodically massage his thighs. I go in small circles and alternate between soft caresses and firm squeezes. My ministrations seem to have paid off as I hear a deep exhale and a small groan escape his mouth. I slowly work my hands upward getting as close as I can to his sheathe before pulling back in long strokes and I can feel him twitch under me his fur getting warmer from the gel. I look up at his face as I move in towards his sheathe again and see an eager look in his eyes I decide to give him a playful smile and this time I drag my hands all the way down to his feet and I begin to rub his legs from the knee down, "Fuckin' tease." Is all that he can say as I rub his feet and elicit a small moan of delight from his lips.

After about another five minutes with his feet and calves I pull myself up, "Well I need to be going, the guests should be coming soon and I need to be present."

Feeling satisfied I try to get off the bed, but I feel him tugging at my sleeve, "Not yet. You've still got the back to work with." He flips over and I can see his back, his tail, his butt and all I can do is gulp. I don't know what came over me but this time I got on top of him, "Ooo...looks like someone's getting bold."

At this point his birthday present was turning into something more for me than it was for him. I began to massage his back getting the feel for his muscles, using my fingers to trace and outline them. Then as I moved down to do his tail I decided to take the time and admire his butt. It was perfect two round full globes that looked all the ready to be "treated." I suddenly remembered the sounds of the spanking I heard coming from the room earlier so I decided to forego his tail and work on his butt. The sensation I got from touching his rear was totally different than from his other parts. It was soft and slightly squishy, yet firm it was still warm from the treatment from earlier and as I began to rub him I felt a hiss escape from his mouth. "S-sorry should I stop."

I looked up to see him with lusty look in his eyes he didn't say anything as he shook his head and went back into his pillow. I decided to take this time and do some teasing of my own. While I began to rub my hands over his perfect rear I said, "You have a nice butt Cye. It's a shame that I can't do this more often." I started to feel my pants tighten up as I grew hard and noticed that I was no longer massaging him rather I was groping him, playing with him and all this time he was letting me do this. Me of all people! I can think of all the nights where I wanted this opportunity, but now since it's here it all feels so surreal, like this could be a dream and at any moment I could wake up.

"C-crack." I heard come from above me. I stop and look up at him only to see an embarrassing look on his face and his tail begins to brush under my chin. Looking back down I see his butt is wriggling against my crotch. I finally understood he wanted me to spread his cheeks and play with his hole.

I took the gel and greased up the fingers on my right hand. Using my left I spread opened his cheeks and saw a large black dot blocking his tailhole. I used my freely greased hand to pull out a large black equine dildo. When I did Cye began to cry out in both pain and pleasure. Once I cast the toy on the pile of dirty bed sheets The master's semen began to pour out from him like a flood causing Cye to sigh in relief.

"Sorry I've been trying to ignore that but..." I stopped him from saying anything as I began to slide my fingers into his twitching tailhole.

"Don't worry I'm gonna heal and clean you up. It's my job after all." I then stuck two of my medicine coated fingers around his hole as it began to clench and tighten around me.

"More." He moaned as he began to buck into my hand. As I grew harder I shifted myself so that I was on his back looking at my fingers enter him. Then I added another finger and began probing for his prostate.

When I found it he yipped in delight and so I began to focus on that spot. I teased it sometimes pressing on it with full force, other times I would stop just shy, and sometimes I would just play with his opening as it clenched and writhed around my fingers. Everything I did made him moan. The sounds were something that I never heard of before all the times he was in here with The Master he cried out but not like this...never like this.

I decided to pull my fingers out with a loud "plop" scraping against his prostate as he cried out. My little wolf started to pant and I rubbed his butt gently, "D-Does my little wolfie want more?" I teased him and looking back he fervently nodded.

Taking his cue I bent my nose to his tailhole. The fragrance of the medicine covered up any stench from The Master's semen. That's when I knew that in this moment or any other moment in the foreseeable future I could have Cye in a way The Master never could. So I decided to thrust my tongue inside his hole.

"Rough!" he Yipped as his legs stiffened and his head shot up.

"Yeah sorry...f-felines have rough tongues. Don't worry, I'll go slow." I decided to add some medicine, to my tongue this time, and while feeling its warmth tingle my tongue I slowly slid back in this time being sensitive to him. I listened to his groans as his feet pressed against the mattress almost like he was trying to crawl away from me and hips moved back.

I pulled my tongue out to see the white of his face turn deep red, "You're really perverted you know?" Then I stuck my tongue in and began to lap and lick at his insides. He began to twist and squirm and move in every direction of my tongue while scratching at the walls and mattresses. Every time I thought I was doing too much he looked back and whimpered for more. I tried to dig my face as deep into his rear as I could taking in his scent, and the medicine as they mixed. and I became even more excited as I began to hump and buck into the mattress doing my best to relieve myself.

"Stop! Gonna cum!" When I heard him say that I began to redouble my efforts until I heard him shout, "No really stop for a moment will ya!" I could hear the frustration in his voice so I pulled back and wiped my face.

He then pulled me in close and looked at me with a cocky smile, "I'm a wolf and here you are panting like a dog."

As I began to laugh I suddenly felt his hands dip down into my pants, "What! What! are you doing?!"

"Here." is all he said as he dropped my head down to his crotch. The cute furry sheathe that I admired had a big, veiny, blood red knotty penis sticking out.

"That's your..." I couldn't look at him or his penis and say it.

"Cock. Say cock." He then groped my rear, "C'mon you're always so proper. This won't be fun unless I can get my proper cat friend to be a naughty kitty playmate. So say it!"

This time he managed to slap my rear while still in my pants, "I looked down at his crotch the massive organ was too big for him to be subbing anyone. Then I looked up into his eyes and there was a cocky dominating smile. I stared at them for what seemed like eternity and shyly said, "C-cock."

"Louder!" He commanded as he smacked my butt again.

"Cock! You have a big red doggy wolf cock!" I couldn't believe I just said that.

"I can't believe you just said that." He said grinning ear to ear. "Looks like someone likes this kinda play."

He dips his hand into the jar and brings out a massive glob of gel, "You've seen mine now show me yours." I meekly obey and pull my cock out so he can see it. I'm embarrassed because of the size difference, but when I look up at him he just smiles, "Not bad. So how about we finish this together?"

Whether it was because of the medicine that I had swallowed from earlier or embarrassment I could feel my slipping composure slipping away all I could do was cave into my own lust and nod my head furiously as he gripped both of our members in his slicked hand with a wet slap and begin to jerk them up and down. I had never felt anything like this before his grip was firm and every time he moved his hands he would do something different. Sometimes he would stroke while rubbing his hand in a clockwise motion and other times he would go counterclockwise. Then he would stop and work our heads togther grinding the tapered tip of his impressive tool against mine. All the while still groping and smacking my butt.

"Do you know what this is called?" He asked as he dropped his tounge and coated both of our tools in a mix of saliva, medicine, and precum. I nodded my head in response only to see him with a cross expression on his face, "I don't understand that...I told you I want you to be more naughty for me, me and only me. So don't just nod. Tell me upfront. If you do then I'll reward you."

"A h-handjob." At this point I couldn't tell if my speech was due to the gasps of breaths I was taking from him or my normal impediment.

Smiling he just looked back at me and said, "Cute but no, it's called payback." Then I let out an embarrassing howl as I felt something warm and pleasurable enter into me from below. Laughing he said, "And you know what they say about payback right?"

I didn't even bother trying to answer him as he played with my hole and my cock. All I could do was moan in an embarrassing feminine voice. Any shred of masculinity I had was being chipped away under his touch, under a feeling I had never felt before.

At this point my only focus was pleasure so I could only hear my voice as it bounced off the walls, "P-please. I need more!"

He laid back flat on his back and looked up at me, "I think I'm spoiling you." He then removed his fingers from my anus. "If you want it that badly then work for it. I am tired after all."

I held him down by the shoulders and started to rut against his penis mercilessly. Feeling the slick and stick and slimy sensations from below I stuck two fingers in my mouth and licked them lewdly as I moved them behind me and fingered myself. I got so carried away that for a moment I stopped paying attention to him. What brought me back to earth was the sounds of low guttural groans and grunts escaping from his mouth. Looking down at him at what we were doing I decided that I would confess, "Cye. I-I L-"

But before I could finish he presses his mouth into mine and begins to wrestle with my tongue. His mouth was warm and tasted sweet from the cake he ate earlier. I felt his warm tongue press mine down and every time it did I ground into him harder. Our kiss got worse even more sloppy as from time to time our tongues would slide out from where our mouths were joined whenever we took a breath.

He clenched the part of my hair that was held back by tie and pulled it off while finally moving his hips from underneath. Pulling me back with my hair draping over the two of us he looks at me mouth agape eyes watering and saliva around the edges of my mouth, "Look at you. You're beautiful."

"Huh." Was all I could say as he stopped his humping,

"This...you...I like the way you look like this. It's really sexy, and what makes it even better is that I'm the only one who can see this. From now on when you come in here I want you to take out your ponytail and wear your hair like this."

"But what about Master?" I asked weakly.

"What he doesn't know won't hurt him besides. I can be a much better Master to you than him anyways."

"You can?"

"Yep, and if it's to someone like you then I'll let you be The Master every once in a while too. If you agree then beg me to come like the slutty little kitty I know you can be.

I gave up, "Please Master, let your slutty little kitty cum!"

He then smacked my butt as he dug two fingers deep into my prostate then he began to buck his hot cock against me faster and harder than before. All I could do was mewl, scream, and cry for more. Before I knew it I was throwing my head back from feeling the most powerful ejaculation that I'd ever had, My semen poured out of me as if I were peeing and Cye's semen flew up to the sky some of it reached the ceiling, some of it landed on us and some I tried to catch on my tongue

I writhed and shook on top of him for the better part of five minutes before I fell over on top of him. Before blacking out I could hear the beating of his heart and feel the gentle touch of his hand stroke my hair. I then shot up and looked around to see him playing with his chains.

"Oh God h-how long have I been out?!"

"Don't worry it's only been ten minutes."

"But the guests...t-the p-p-p-party!"

"Calm down if you don't then you'll do that thing. You're doing right now."

I scratched the back of my head, "O-Okay. I have to go, Ummm this was."

"Thank you I enjoyed my present...all three of them." He said smiling.

"S-so did I." I started to blush so I rushed to fix my clothes. Gathered up the bed linens and threw them on the tray. Then I burst out of the room and ran down the hall. Still as I left him there in the East Wing with the images of what happened still fluttering in my mind I felt happy. Not about leaving him rather that I could be with him. Though I had no idea about what would happen next. .