# The Exiled Prince

Author: Cheetahs
Tags: Adult, Adventure, Anatomically Correct, Anthro, Anthropomorphic, Aroused, Balls, Bromance, Canine, Character Development, Doberman, Dog, Fellatio, Friendship, Gay, Handjob, Hard-on, Horse, Lust, M/M, Male, Masturbation, Muscles, Naughty, Nudity, Paws, Plot Development, Pre, Stallion, Teasing, Wolf, Yiff, ass, cock, erection, kinky, licking, nude, penis, precum, sex, story, tailhole, touching

Two best friends get naughty on their way to the king's castle.


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Maximus is the exiled prince of his kingdom. He's also a
king's lover, and the best friend of his partner-in-crime, Damien, a frisky
Doberman who never shuts up. As they return from the forest with a bandit tied
in the back of their cart, the two males get inspired by their mounts' swishing
balls. There's so much to talk about, so much pleasure to be had, and so many
ways to go about solving these needs...
Temptation gets the best of Maximus at night, when he jumps
off the wagon in the king's stables. It is there that one of their wolf mounts
takes an interest in his cock. Maximus pulls back, only to find himself teased
by his other canine friend. Damien surely knows how to weave his cheeks and
paws around his member. Maximus is sorely tempted to take him. One push. That
is all it takes, to be inside his friend's tightest hole and unleash all the
lust he's been harboring inside for days.***STORY STARTS HERE***Maximus Stride, exiled prince and sell-sword for the one
True King of Lion's Sky, Adonis the Fourth, was sitting in the back of the cart
and looking at the sunset. The sun wasn't any different than it was yesterday.
Same nurturing brilliance that kept the grasses tall and Maximus' tears
flowing. He blinked once and turned his gaze further down. The Lindr'el plains
were beautiful. Long fields of crops and wild grasses stretched as far as the
eyes could see. Maximus took a deep breath. He loved simplicity. Out here, the
only things he had to worry about were the creak of the cart's wheels, the soft
snoring of his trapped rogues, and the gentle humming of his companion. 
Damien sat at the reins, singing his favorite part of
"Maiden's wishful tale." The song quickly caught in taverns, mostly for its
lewd lines rather than the joyous tunes it empathized. Maximus wasn't
particularly fond of naked maidens shagging everything they encountered, but
then again he was never the type to listen to stories. He went out into the
world to make his own stories, heeding the call of danger and adventure. Maximus
handled either of those. Nobody could expect any less from a stallion of his
size. Healthy muscles rippled below his snow white fur, and they were quite
obvious. With nothing to wear except a golden cloak and a sword belt fastened
around his waist, Maximus often drew attention upon himself. 
It was happening right now. Damien interrupted his song just
before he reached the climax to snatch a quick look at the stallion's bulging
arms. 
"Want me to scratch that?" 
"Nah, I'm fine," Maximus rounded the pesky itch that rippled
along his back. 
"You can't tell me you're fine when your face contorts in
four different ways, Max."
"I'm...just...about done," Maximus breathed a sigh of relief
when he rubbed off the source of the problem.
"Oh good. I can go back to my song then, unless you have
other plans with your..."
Damien stared quite insistently. 
"My what?" Maximus shrugged. 
The canine pushed his head forward, trailing his tongue along
his muzzle in a rather suggestive way.
"Don't give me that look, Damien. You always have that crave
in your eyes when you want something."
"Maybe I do have a hunger for something moist and long right
now."
"Like?" Maximus smiled.
"Oh, I don't know..." the athletic Doberman rubbed his chin.
"I wanted to say cock at first, but then I remembered that juicy steak we ate
last week in Azry's tavern."
"Best cut I had in ages," Maximus pushed himself up, careful
not to bump his exposed cock into the cart's unprotected wood. A splinter in
that particular area of a male's anatomy could be most painful. 
"Seems I stirred more than one kind of hunger," Damien
grabbed around his pink splotched shaft as the stallion shifted towards the
front of the cart. 
"If limp meat is your thing, then feel free to indulge,"
Maximus said, placing one foot on the driver's bench. Damien held his grip. 
"Doesn't feel that limp to me, partner."
Only when the stallion dropped his bum on the straw filled
blanket Damien inched closer towards the tip. "In fact, it seems that this
dog's paw is getting you quite worked up."
Maximus grabbed the bold hand just as it rounded his flare.
"We're on the road mate."
"And? Nobody's watching."
"What if another cart shows up during the heat of it?"
"We'll lift our tails up for them."
"Really?"
"Or lift their tails if they're female."
"Mating travelers?" Maximus laughed and ruffled the canine's
head. "The sun must have scorched this fuzzy brain of yours."
"Come on, I'm serious!" Damien fought to push him away.
"You've been lucky to stay in the back and lounge like a cub in the sun. I had
to hold these reins and stare at swishing tails and drooping balls since
morning."
"So what? They're kin," Maximus gestured around with a wide
smile draped over his face.  "Would be
surprised if there isn't any sense of attraction going between you three."
"Anzy and Chass are my mounts. Our carriers," Damien
empathized with a gruff sigh and shook his head. "Gods, I can't believe you
went there."
Maximus never understood his trepidation. Damien mated more
than a bitch in heat.
"You're both canines. Why wouldn't I ask?"
"Because it's indecent?" 
Maximus raised an eyebrow. "And since when did that stop
you, partner?"
"It's..."Damien tightened his hold on the reins. "This is a
silly topic to discuss, even with you."
Maximus laid a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Come on. We did stranger things, you and I. Remember that one time when we
screwed around with our bounty?"
"I kind of do," Damien's lips stretched into a toothy smile.
"Aren was furious. He kept telling those oafs to stop wobbling around and sit
on the freaking chairs, and they couldn't!"
"Your knot does that to people."
"My knot?" Damien burst out laughing. "Come on, you horny
horse! We all know it was your rod that kept the poor sods on their feet."
"I deny involvement," Maximus drew, arms folded around his
chest. 
That didn't stop Damien from continuing his fit. "Deny it
all you want, Max. The image of you huffing over that slouched cougar and the
sound of your balls slapping together is forever burned into my mind. Can't get
it out, not even with your fabled cock."
"Mhm. I should try ramming it harder then. Stuff that memory
so deep until you forget about it."
"I'd like to see you try."
They remained silent for a bit. Maximus was content watching
his sunset while Damien slowly regained his breath. He turned his head around,
staring with profound brown eyes. "I didn't mate my wolves, Max. Got tempted a
couple of times though."
"I can't blame you. They have some pretty inviting holes,"
Maximus agreed.
"Mhmm. Often times I wondered how deep they go, yet I never
ventured past that thought. Mating beasts feels improper, even ones as fluffy
as these bastards."
That was slightly surprising. "You never touched them,
then?"
"Oh, I did that. Plenty of times in fact, mostly during
baths," Damien straightened his back. "Their balls are so firm and squishy.
It's a real joy to grab their melons."
"Did you grab anything else?" Maximus asked curiously.
" 'side from their sheaths? Yeah," Damien licked his muzzle
with a long stroke of his tongue. "I gave them a couple of rubs whenever they
got frisky. A dog's gotta leak if he wants to keep himself healthy."
Maximus crossed his legs. He felt himself getting harder at
the thought of seeing those plump sheaths squeezed between Damien's capable
fingers. He knew the best tricks in the books. Where to touch, how to touch,
and most of all, when to slide in. Damien could unleash a male's seed in
minutes or hours, depending on the technique he applied. 
"How much do they cum?" Maximus asked.
"More than the four of us combined," Damien gestured back at
the two captives resting behind. "Almost collected a full bucket from Anzy a
couple of moons ago. He whined after a female in heat for days. Left me no
choice but to squeeze his balls dry."
"And the other?"
"Who, Chass?" Damien pointed at the black wolf. "He's a bit
smarter than his buddy. He spends his seed at least thrice per week, usually inside
own muzzle. A few times I even caught him cock deep inside Anzy."
"They do that?" Maximus scratched his jaw in surprise.
"Humping? Course they do! Not a single day passes without
cock on the menu. Call me a liar if you don't see these two slobbering all over
their equipment when we reach Adonis' royal stables."
"The king won't mind."
"Of course he won't," Damien laughed. "He has been lusting
over your cock for years. I think he might be addicted to your juicy seed,
partner."
Maximus stared ahead. Adonis was many things. "Nah, he's not
like that."
"Come on. Adonis is always horny. Can always see his tip
poking through that fine silky robe he wears." 
"I'm not denying his arousal. He is known to be quite
insistent in the affairs of pleasure, but he and I go way back, Damien...maybe
even more than the two of us."
The doberman's ears twitched with interest. "That long? You
never told me."
"Because you never asked," Maximus patted the back of his
neck. "See to the road. I'll tell you more when we reach the castle."
"Oh, by all the gods and their throbbing cocks. Why do you
always have to do this?"
"Do what?"
"Get the blood surging. Stiffen the cock. Get me worked up.
Putting me on the edge before you're willing to spill," Damien ranted.
"I'm not doing it willingly, Damien."
"You do."
"No," Maximus shook his head. "I'm just thinking this is a
discussion better had over a glass of squeeze and a good meal. Right now, my
arse is killing me."
"And mine doesn't? You've been sitting in the back since-"
"I know," Maximus grabbed the canine's elongated muzzle. "Go
back there and relax. No more words. No more yapping. And no more spite," he
approached. "Wrinkles and rage don't fit well on this beautiful muzzle of
yours."
He released the canine, then pressed his lips against his
for a quick kiss.
"You're too bloody adorable to argue against, Max," Damien
said with a quick lick and handed him the reins. "Just call if you need me."
"Only if your beloved pets knot each other."
"Keep dreaming, charming."
Maximus steadied his grip on the reins and kept the two
direwolves on a straight path. They were quite beautiful, with bushy tails,
thick paws, and broad tongues that stirred quite some envy. Maximus shook his
head off the indecent thoughts passing through his mind. He focused ahead,
staring at the winding path ahead of him. Only Elorlan's tallest spires were
visible to the naked eye. Maximus knew for certain he was going to arrive late
at the king's castle. The only question was how late. 
He pushed the wolves into a full run until the sun settled.
Then, when their tongues lolled from their maws and froth gathered along their
whiskers, he slowed them down a little. The progress was outstanding. The sky
barely bruised to a deep purple and the city's wall already became discernable.
Maximus planned on keeping the same speed until nightfall. He had plenty of
thoughts to busy himself with, and he didn't want to wear out Damien's beloved
pets. 
The moon rose over the proud city. Maximus looked at it. So
pure and untainted. Fond memories of his childhood breezed through his
thoughts. He remembered the wind's gentle caress and his mother's gentle voice
as he chased his siblings through the palace gardens. Such easy times, those.
Maximus almost forgot what safety meant. He was certainly not the same
care-free stallion from his youth. His ears were always perked, and his eyes
always looking out for danger. Life in the wilderness sharpened his instincts,
but it also instilled a general sense of uneasiness before darkness fell.
Rogues loved using unfair advantages to get whatever they wanted. Darkness was
one of many. Maximus's eyes fixed on every twitching patch of vegetation. His
fingers played along the sword's handle, ready to draw it at any moment's
notice. 
"Gods..."
The metal hissed in its sheath. Maximus got half of his
sword out, almost meeting Damien's face with his elbow. 
"Gratitude for that," he said dryly as he pushed the
muscular arm away. "Dog wakes up from his peaceful slumber to have his muzzle
shattered. Fair, honest deal, if you ask me."
"I'm sorry."
"For being unreasonably edgy? Yeah, you should be," Damien
groaned as he stretched.
Maximus grabbed his muzzle and squeezed. Damien's groan
turned into a drawn out whimper. 
"We're alone carrying two known outlaws. Do you really think
we're going to have a smooth ride into the city?"
Grumbles and whimpers answered him. Damien tried to free
himself, yet Maximus was noticeably stronger. Years of hard training had that
effect on his physique. 
"Keep it low. I'm going to release you if you promise to be
reasonable."
Damien didn't promise, yet Maximus couldn't hold him trapped
indefinitely. He removed his clutch from the dog's muzzle, only to have one of
his arms slammed up his jaw. 
"I was being silent, until you grabbed me like a whore."
At least he had the decency of whispering. 
"You groaned like a boar. What did you expect me to do?"
"Use your head!" Damien hissed. "We're in the middle of
nowhere with two sleeping bandits on the back of a cart that is, by the way,
led by two huge fucking wolves."
"And that's supposed to make me careless?" Maximus shrugged.

"Careless? No. More reasonable than a frightened rabbit?
Yeah!" he approached, touching his nose to Maximus'. "You are the best fucking
swordsman I know, and you've got some skill with the bow as well. What in the
world are you afraid of?"
"The unpredictable," Maximus said without even thinking. "A
moment of lassitude is all it takes to end up like them," he finished by
pointing towards the two outlaws. 
Damien didn't argue. He just pulled away and settled with
his back against the cart's walls. "I'll watch over these deadly rogues then.
I'm sure their fearsome drooling and twitching limbs will be the end of us."
"Do that. And freshen the sleeping herbs. I don't want
either of them twitching an eye before we reach the city."
Damien begrudgingly obeyed. He was a care free spirit. That
made him stupid and reckless at times. Maximus appreciated his friend's
qualities, yet rational thinking was not one of them. Damien had a mind for
acting over thinking. That led him into all sorts of trouble. Most were easily
avoidable, but did Damien ever listen? Only when cock or cunt was involved, and
even then he could be an erratic beast. 
Maximus kept vigil on the road. Unwarranted or not,
carefulness never did any damage. They reached the city just before the last
meal. Maximus knew that from the dampening lights snuffing out around him. The
whole city was preparing to sleep, and here he was, nudging sense into two
drooling wolves that could barely remain on their feet.
"Almost there. We'll rest soon. I promise."
He finally fulfilled that promise when he reached the
castle's stables. Maximus hopped out of the cart and unlatched the harness from
Anzy's chest. The grey wolf nudged into him, smearing a trail of foamy goo. 
"Almost done, partner," Maximus sunk a hand into the
animal's thick fur. "Almost done..."
Just a few more latches, and he was free. Anzy rushed
towards the trough as soon as the leathers came off. Maximus did the same for
Chass. It took slightly longer to unlatch the straps. Chass still had some
energy left for sniffing. He pushed his wet nose into Maximus' crotch, licking
lazily with his half dried tongue. 
Maximus pulled the harness free. "There. You can go."
Chass didn't seem eager to do that just yet. He whiffed
insistently, scooping up the horse's limp cock until his tongue brushed against
the sensitive flare. Maximus gritted his teeth at the sudden rush of warmth.
His hardening cock was a vivid reminder of the amount of seed resting within
his perky balls. Maximus allowed that lovely tongue to slide against his head
three more times, then pushed the lustful beast away. 
"Go drink your water. It will sate your thirst better than
my seed ever will."
"Are you sure of that?" a voice asked.
Maximus sighed. Chass became quite persistent. He took half
of Maximus' cock inside his maw, bathing it in a prison of flesh and warm
saliva. 
"Ahh....Just... take your bloody wolf away before I spill."
"Wouldn't the king love that?" Damien approached. "Dry balls
for dinner!"
Maximus groaned. He planted his feet into the ground, then
shoved Chass so hard he stumbled. The wolf whined. He shot Maximus a betrayed
glance, then joined his grey brethren. 
"What did you do that for?"
"He pushes, I push back. It's how I do things," Maximus
said. 
Damien scowled at that. "Chass wasn't looking to do any
harm. On the contrary, you seemed to enjoy him quite a lot."
"I can't, Damien," Maximus turned around, slamming his huge
erection into the doberman's thigh. 
Both of them looked at each other. Maximus was about to say
something serious about the king, and that happened. A surge traveled through
his chest, exploding within his throat. He burst out laughing, joining Damien's
yelping barks. 
"I think I'm going to get my fur dirty if you keep pointing
your stick at me!"
"Would you like that?" Maximus pushed his flared tip into
the bulge of his crotch.
Damien sighed softly. He rubbed himself around the erection,
eyes half closed. "I would love that..." he grabbed the rock hard cock and turned
around, tail lifted. "I'd love to have you deep inside me right now, Max,
sucking up all that warm seed of yours."
Maximus thrust a few times. He loved how tight Damien was.
Milking his knot during the penetration was one of the most erotic things they
ever did. 
"Tell me, and it's done," Maximus pushed harder. "All it
takes is a push."
Damien whimpered. He clamped his cheeks around the flare,
keeping it there for a few seconds before turning around, head bowed. 
"It's improper. Not just for us, but for the king as well,"
he raised his hand when Maximus approached. "He'll want you, Max. Every drop
you have to offer."
"I can stall him. You know I recover quickly."
Damien shook his head. "That works with whores. Adonis is
king. He's been craving for this since we took up that bounty."
That was two weeks ago. 
"He has servants, Damien. Every desire he has is satisfied
before it even takes proper hold."
"Servants. Aye. But none has your cock," Damien cupped the
flare inside his palm and squeezed. "Or your stamina."
Maximus moaned when his balls found themselves trapped
between Damien's warm fingers. 
"Go inside his palace and liberate every drop you hold
within these jewels."
Maximus throbbed hard. He loved a firm squeeze around his
balls. The wild pleasure was so intense, it almost brought him on the verge of
release. And Damien didn't stop there. He rubbed his head while he squeezed,
applying friction to the soft ridges along the edge. Maximus became rock hard.
He pushed into the clutch, and pushed hard. Damien steeled himself. He brought
a finger along the base of his flare, then played it around the sensitive tip,
stirring the hottest kind of stimulation.
"What are you going to do, Max?" 
"I'm...I'm going to cum," the stallion huffed.
"How?"
"Hard...I'm going to thrust deep and hard..."
"And then?" Damien pushed the pad of his finger against the
hole of his tip.
Maximus shivered with lust. His muscles tensed and hardened.
They looked like stone from outside, yet inside they felt so weak. Maximus
wobbled on his feet, throbbing with raw pleasure. 
"I'm going to cum," he repeated, slightly more desperate
than the last time.
"Yes," Damien pressed inside the wet sanctuary. "Fill his
tailhole until he bursts with pleasure."
Maximus could hardly handle the stimulation. He stumbled
back, almost falling in his rush. His cock throbbed hard, squirting three jets
of heated precum. The splashes found shelter on Damien's bare chest, wetting
his fur with gooey stallion musk.
"Whoa..." he scooped up the essence and licked it off a
finger. "You really did cum a bit."
"I was so close..." Maximus panted. "So close... damn your
teasing and your fingers, Damien."
"For making you feel good?"
"For almost making me cum!" Maximus burst. "It's one thing
to fill your hole and another to burst into your hand."
"You would have liked it all the same."
"No. All those days of abstinence need a proper climax."
"Lie to yourself all you want, Max. Whatever you say won't
bend the truth."
"I...I know," he waved Damien closer.
"You sure want to hug with that stiffy?"
"Just come here you stupid dog," Maximus lunged forward. He
squeezed his friend hard and slapped him even harder thanks to his monstrous
erection.
"Alright. Love you too," Damien tried to pull back.
"Take care of yourself."
"I will, if you spare my balls," he winced.
Maximus pulled back, allowing the canine to rub off his
equipment. "Sheesh, you do pack a punch with that thing. Maybe you shouldn't
walk around naked."
"Clothes suppress me."
"For good reason. Your cock turns into a veritable weapon
when engorged."
"Then maybe I should stick you with it!" Maximus pushed
towards his friend.
Damien yelped and scampered back. "Keep that for the king!"
"Maybe I will," Maximus smiled. "For the sake of the whole
kingdom, I shall fulfill this great task." 

***CLOSING COMMENTS***
Hah. I bet you guys
wanted a happier finale to this part. Poor Maximus is teased from all
directions at once: the purpose of his visit, Damien's skilled hands and silver
tongue, and that broad, slobbery wolf tongue. Rest assured, our dear horse will
get his well deserved release in the following installment.
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