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As far as taverns went, the one in the city of Corrun was one of the better ones that Vincent had seen in his career. He took another pull of his ale and took another look around the nicely appointed room. The tavern's common room was constructed of some white stone the mercenary couldn't identify, balanced with a dark wood bar and tables. The tables where large enough to comfortably hold the large, muscular bull and his even larger Clydesdale companion Gabe. It was a very nice tavern, in a nice capital city, in a nice country.

The perfect place for a pair of wandering mercenaries to settle down and take on permanent jobs.

So far, the country of Mailliw had impressed Vincent. It seemed to value balance: some magic (like the ones that heated the tiles beneath his hooves), but not so much that it was overwhelming; some public art and sculpture, but not enough that it felt like they were trying too hard; and a large enough presence of guards that law abiding citizens could feel safe without feeling that they were being watched too closely. All in all a very nice place for Vincent's version of retirement: applying to be captains of the Prince's guard.

Gabe finished his ale and wiped the foam from his white muzzle. "You think he's coming?"

"Patience," Vincent replied. "They aren't late yet."

The Clydesdale studied his empty mug, his tail sweeping the floor under their bench in agitation. "Hope he gets here soon. This is good ale. Might be too drunk to make a good impression if we wait too long." With that, the smoke colored horse pushed back from the table and wandered over to the bar.

Vincent smiled at his companion, but had to admit that he had a point. The bull drummed his tan colored fingers on the table as he scanned the tavern for the fur they were supposed to be meeting. A few wolves, some deer of various genders, a couple bears, and the bison bartender. No sign of any felines, let alone a cougar.

The bull was just fishing a coin from his pouch to order another round when he sensed someone approaching. He looked up to see a smiling cougar dressed in what Vincent had already identified as the Prince's colors of deep blue and gold stepping up to their table. The new arrival introduced himself as Collin, one of the Prince's seneschals. Pleasantries were exchanged, and Gabe quickly brought the conversation to the job of captains of the Prince's guard. The pair had after all been invited to come and apply for that post by the retiring captain, who had been a friend.

"Well. There is one thing you should probably know before you commit," the cougar replied. He leaned in and lowered his voice. "You see, Mailliw is an independent country. But Kalvin Jansen is only a prince. This is because the traditions of the Jansen royal family require that a member be married to be a full monarch."

"So, the Prince hasn't found his queen yet?" Vincent asked with only mild interest. He knew that the Jansen family of foxes has ingrained themselves so deeply into international politics that the family did indeed rule about six independent countries and had family in a dozen or so more. But their family idiosyncrasies where no concern of his. Guarding a prince or a king made no difference to him as long as the pay kept coming.

"He isn't exactly looking. Not for a vixen any way," Collin answered, his tail flicking in obvious agitation. His ears folded flat and he dropped his voice to just barely audible. "You see, the prince... he's a tail lifter."

"That's rude," Gabe said after a moment of silence, his own tail swishing across the tiles. Vincent nodded and swished his own tail in dismissal as he took another long drink of his ale. "Shouldn't call the boss names," the horse continued.

"It is," Collin nodded as his eyes flicked back and forth between the two mercenaries. "But you would be surprised how many in your profession leave after hearing that. It is nice that you gentles are more open minded."

Vincent shrugged his shoulders and smacked his tail against the floor in finality. The Prince's sexual preferences where not a big concern of his. The bull snorted thoughtfully. If the ruler displayed the same balance that pervaded his kingdom, then the worst Vincent and Gabe could expect was to be ogled every now and again... Maybe propositioned. But the two of them had worked for aggressively sexual female captains before (and a male), so they were used to those situations.

"Did we pass the little test?" Vincent asked after studying the cougar.

"Oh yes," Collin nodded emphatically his ears flicking back and forth. "And I apologize for needing to put you through it. But the Prince has been known to openly enjoy the visual appeal of his guards while in private, and occasionally he has invited the willing to... hmm... share the royal bed as it were."

"As long as he's willing to accept 'no' as an answer," Vincent said with a nod. "I don't think we'll have a problem." Gabe gave an affirming nod.

"Of course," Collin purred reassuringly. "And excellent! I will leave the tavern keep funds for your drinks, meals, and lodging. If you will come to the palace at midday, the guards will be expecting you and we will introduce you to the prince."

***

The noon sun filtered through the many windows of the palace's main hall and created a soft glow as it reflected off the polished marble that made up the walls, columns, and floor of the huge room. Lamps lit with magic also illuminated the few shadows that remained.

Vincent had to admit, he was impressed. The place had the same sense of balance to it that the rest of the city had. That extended to the guard force as well, he saw as he and Gabe walked down the hall. The force was almost exclusively male, although that wasn't surprising given the line of work and the Prince's preferences. Many (mostly bears, horses, and bulls with a few very large wolves) where dressed in armor that covered the vitals of the chest (barely) and a codpiece- an armor set that didn't actually offer the wearer much in the way of protection. But it wasn't supposed to, Vincent knew well- the point of such outfits was to show the guard's muscles and size, adding to their sense of being intimidating (and being eye candy for the Prince, he suspected). As the mercenary looked around, he saw enough guards (mostly smaller or thinner species like foxes, weasels, or deer) in full armor to convince him that the Prince did indeed understand the point of such displays, and the need to back up the threat.

Prince Kalvin Jansen sat on a large throne covered with relatively simple geometric carvings. The throne had large crimson cushions that set off the Prince's silver fur and dark blue outfit that vaguely resembled a dress military uniform. Even from his respectful distance of half way down the hall, Vincent could see the ice blue eyes flick up from the two furs talking in front of the Prince. The Prince gave a polite welcoming smile and as much of a tail wag as the seated fox could, his white teeth clearly evident against the almost black fur of his mask, before returning his attention to those in front of him. To Vincent, it seemed that the Prince was arbitrating a property dispute of some kind. The bull adjusted his uniform as he settled in to wait for the Prince. Next to him, Gabe also settled in, turning to look at the paintings on the left hand wall. After a few moments, Collin stepped from behind a column and came up to them.

"The Prince felt you would feel more comfortable with someone you knew handling introductions," the cougar said. Vincent nodded in thanks, catching the Prince's ear twitch slightly towards them. "The court is fairly informal in Mailliw due to the Prince's rank and personal desires. A half bow is more than sufficient to show respect, or a military salute since you will be in the guards. As for addressing the Prince, he usually prefers shorter titles like 'Lord Kalvin' or 'my Prince or Lord.' 'Your Highness' is inappropriate when the Prince has foreign guests- again due to his rank."

Vincent filed it all away for future reference. "He needs to find a husband and become a king," he grunted as he reached up to rub the base of his now polished average sized horns.

Collin smiled with a twitch of his whiskers. "Yes, that would simplify things wouldn't it? Sadly, that ongoing search has yet to turn up any potentials."

In front of them, Prince Kalvin rose to his paws as the two citizens bowed to him and the Prince nodded in return. Introductions where made, and Collin excused himself to resume his duties.

Vincent had to admit the Prince did make a good impression- he was thoughtful, but decisive- offering them the job after a few minutes of conversation. It was clear to the bull that the sense of balance he had gotten from the city did indeed come from its ruler. The Prince also had refrained from making any comments that gave away his sexual preferences, although Vincent could not imagine Collin passing that information on to them without the Prince's knowledge and direct consent.

Half an hour later, they were finishing up lunch with the Prince and were meaningfully employed again. Another hour after that, they were stripped down to loincloths and were being fawned over by five mice of the Prince's personal tailor staff.

Kalvin studied the two mercenaries- no, his new guard captains- closely as they were measured for their new uniforms. Neither had objected to the Prince's presence while the tailors and armorers took measurements of the muscular bull and Clydesdale. But then, they didn't really seem to mind the Prince's appetites that much. Vincent had even made a "look, but no touching until we know each other better, sir" joke. That was good, Kalvin thought with a wag. The fox doubted that either captain would consider themselves interested in other males, but they weren't the type to be repulsed by the fact that their employer was... At least for now, Kalvin thought with a tight smile.

But even as the thought occurred to him, he wondered if he should take it back. He had started his "hazing" program for guards to reduce the number of incidents that came up with the type of individuals that were willing to make their living at such work. But neither Vincent nor Gabe had displayed the negative traits the process was to weed out. Vincent in particular had displayed a deep level of professionalism and understanding about how Kalvin wanted his guard force to run. The fox pondered that for a while as the tailor mice scurried over the big tan bull and the huge smoke and white stallion. Perhaps he shouldn't put them through the program...

It was the scars that finally made up the fox's mind for him. Not that scars on someone who made a living in combat were rare: most of his guards had some and even the Prince himself had a few. But there were so many on Vincent and Gabe's bodies. Kalvin's nose twitched and his ears flicked in typical fox deep thought. The two had clearly had very difficult careers. Vincent had said that they wanted to settle down to a more stable and safer life. In that moment, the Prince decided he would give it to them.

As if on cue, Stephen stepped into the room. Without a word, the lion padded up to the Prince and considered the two almost nude furs. Vincent looked up and noticed the newcomer. Kalvin had to admit that Stephen was... an interesting figure to someone who didn't know him- particularly with the fact that he shaved his mane. The Prince gestured to the lion for Vincent's benefit.

"This is Stephen, my personal physician and alchemist."

"Greetings Captains," the lion nodded respectfully. "As his Lordship's personal doctor, my services will be available to both of you as well. I must beg the Prince's attention for a few moments."

"Prepare the drafts," Kalvin told the lion as soon as they were out of ear shot of the new guards.

An eyebrow went up on the lion's face and his whiskers twitched. "You sound almost unsure."

"I was," the Prince sighed and swished his bushy tail. "I am no longer."

Stephen shrugged. "From what I have heard, they don't really need it."

"We won't need a full dose," Kalvin finally clarified. "I want to give them a good life- not force them into new behaviors."

"As his Majesty wishes," Stephen said with a bow.

By the time the mice had finished measuring the two new guards, Stephen had returned and set out three glasses that appeared to be filled with wine. Two were a silver metal that Kalvin knew to be steel, and the third one was clearly his from the gold color. The two large mercenaries, still clad only in their undergarments approached the Prince. Kalvin smiled warmly.

"It will take a few hours for the tailors to get your new uniforms made. I thought you might like some refreshments in the meantime?"

Both males nodded and accepted both a seat at the table and one of the offered glasses. The Prince took a measured sip from his and began a discussion about the places they had seen in their travels. It turned out that the Prince had actually briefly met the pair before- at the Spring Festival at the crystal city of Mondyar. Vincent, in his second glass, was in the middle of describing the city when his speech began to slur. The fox pretended not to notice and continued the conversation until the bull simply stopped in mid-sentence.

The Prince looked up to see the two mercenaries looking at the table blankly, their mouths open, their tails still, and their eyes completely unfocused. The fox stood up and brushed himself off. The drafts had done their work. "Walk with me," the Prince commanded.

The two mercenaries stood up and followed the Prince automatically, their eyes still unfocused. The silver fox led them down a corridor to a secluded room that was painted black with odd white spiral designs painted at about eye level for the horse and bull. The only furnishings were two upright planks with rope sized holes at about ankle and wrist height. Two wolf servants stood next to the planks. The Prince pointed the two mercenaries to the planks.

"Tie them in- but gently, just enough to support them," Kalvin ordered the wolves. "Then leave us." The servants did so.

The Prince stepped up to the wall his new captains were blankly staring at and reached up to brush his paw over the spiral design painted there. The enchantment placed on the wall caused the spiral to begin spinning, capturing the focus of the drugged captains. The spiral spun slowly and then began to pick up speed and the fox could see the bull and the horse staring at it. Behind the two, Stephen had entered the room. Kalvin smiled and began to speak.

"You are so relaxed, so calm, so relaxed, so calm," the Prince intoned, watching as the pair slowly relaxed back against the tables, their eyes still on the spiral. Gabe was beginning to mouth the words in time with Kalvin. Good, good. "Your minds are empty, you hear only my voice. Only my voice. It is very soothing, very relaxing to listen to my voice."

Behind the hypnotized guards, Stephen was stripping. As part of his fee, the lion was allowed to enjoy this process- it was part of the changes he had requested be made to him when he had tested out the procedure on himself. It was only then that he had come to enjoy males exclusively, come by his lean physique, the somewhat larger than average balls, and lost almost all of his mane (to make him look and feel young, the lion had claimed). By the time Vincent joined in on repeating the Prince's words, the lion was completely nude with his cock already beginning to poke out of his sheath. The smell of lion musk began to fill the air.

"You both came to this place seeking a good life," Kalvin cooed as he stepped forward to his new guard captains. The silver furred fox put his paws out and removed both their loincloths. He was not disappointed by the large balls and full sheaths on each male. He reached in and fondled each of them, getting moans in return for his efforts. "And you shall have it."

"Good life," the two muttered.

Kalvin nodded, his tail swishing in excitement. "That's right. The good life. The good life is very relaxing, very fulfilling, very arousing."

As he spoke the last word, the Prince moved his paws up to caress the captains' sheaths. They were beginning to swell with his words.

"The good life. You deserve it. You will have it. You will serve me, as the captains of my guard. That is good. But there is more to it than that. You want to know how to have the good life don't you?"

"Yes, Prince," they both muttered.

"Good. Good," the fox said as he continued to fondle his captains. Behind the bull and the horse, Stephen was beginning to stroke himself. The arousing scent of male musk grew thicker as bull and horse musk added to the lion. "The good life is so arousing. The good life is about loving those around you."

It was all perfectly reasonable, every word the Prince said was true. The two nodded as their cocks came to full attention.

"I do this with all my new guards," the Prince told the hypnotized and aroused males. "Usually it is to make sure I have not gotten any bad apples, and to correct those I did come by."

The Prince studied the pair. According to Stephen, Kalvin was speaking directly to their unconscious minds- he could implant any thought or desire he wanted. Or get absolutely truthful answers without the subjects being aware of it. He had done one or the other, today he would do both.

"So I bring them here, and give them double duty: guards, and my personal harem. For most this is compulsory, but for you I will ask if you would be willing to do this?"

For a moment, nothing happened. Even Stephen had stopped pleasuring himself. Then slowly both the bull and horse nodded. The fox smiled broadly, his tail wagging happily.

"Very good. Very good," Kalvin said quietly. "You have been looking to settle down and taking permanent jobs. Do you know why? It is because you have come to a realization. That you two have been together so long because you have deep feelings for each other. You care for each other. You have been friends, comrades. But you have realized that you would be more. You love each other. You came here because you knew that I would not only allow your love: I would support and celebrate it."

It took several moments, but the two captains finally nodded. Prince Kalvin let out the breath he didn't realize he was holding as the two turned their heads towards each other with unseeing eyes.

"I love you," they murmured towards each other. Below their waists, their cocks throbbed and beads of pre began to form. Stephen crawled forward and began to nuzzle Vincent's balls as he reached down to finger himself. The arousing scent of musk grew even stronger. The fox smiled.

"You are grateful to me for assisting you to this revelation that you desire to be mates," the Prince continued, his tone almost that of a question. Both males nodded. The Prince hesitated for a moment, then continued with more confidence. "You show this gratitude to me by playing a game with me: I am your Master and you are my Pets. This is a private arrangement, and does not come into your guard duties. No one outside my household is to know of this." He got nods.

"For both of you, this is just a game," Kalvin stated flatly. For most of his guards, it was not. "You agreed to this, but I cannot force you to do anything you do not wish to do. It is a game that we play, it is strictly for fun. You like to have sexual fun with me in gratitude for showing you the love you share for each other."

"Yes... Master," they said, grins spreading across their blank faces. Of course. Prince Kalvin had led them to discover the greatest joy of their lives, so of course they would play sexual games with him. Besides, the Prince was their Master in employment, why not in the bedroom as well?

The two captains' cocks throbbed again in excitement of their new roles. Gabe in particular seemed very excited as he began to leak a steady stream of pre into Stephen's waiting muzzle. The fox prince smiled even broader. It was time to begin making his captains perfect, in both attitude and in body.

"You, Vincent. You are always so in charge in your life, ordering everything the way it should be. You are a good guard. A great captain. But in private, I sense a deep desire to give up that control to others. Is that true?" The Prince got a nod in return. "That is good. It is good to let go of being in charge. It is so arousing for a stud like your mate Gabe to be in in charge, whether he is plowing you with his long, powerful shaft; or he is having you empty your massive bull balls into him."

Vincent moaned as his mind accepted his new reality. It made perfect sense of course: he was the senior captain of the guard after all, in charge at all times. Why bring that into his private life as well? Unbeknownst to the bull, his balls (which despite the Prince's words were average sized for a bull) had begun to swell. They had begun at the size of oranges, and grew to the size of grapefruit and continued to grow as the Prince continued to recite a glowing physical description of Vincent. The mercenary had been a fairly robust specimen when he entered Prince Kalvin's service, but now the Prince's words brought him to perfection. His thighs, chest and arms swelled, making him _huge_even by the standards of bulls. His rear grew slightly larger and much more round to accommodate large horse shafts while still being accessible to the Prince's knotted shaft. His sheath vanished, leaving his shaft to hang limply over his balls when he was flaccid- a beautiful change in Kalvin's humble opinion. His horns also grew longer, giving plenty of room for his mate and his Master to grab them when...

"You love having another male in your muzzle. The feel of his maleness pressing against the roof of your muzzle while you rub it with your tongue. You love the knowledge that you are giving another pleasure, and it is so arousing to you."

The Prince looked over at Gabe but continued talking to the bull. "You love the feel of a cock throbbing in your muzzle as they release in your maw. And you always are considerate enough to share the taste of that seed with your mate."

With the bull properly prepared, and Stephen happily sucking on Vincent's now thicker cock, Kalvin moved in front of the Clydesdale. The Prince took hold of the stallion's shaft and began with the physical changes first. The horse grew under the fox's words, going from an impressive specimen to a truly massive stud. Where before Vincent had only been a few inches shorter than the Clydesdale, now the horse was a full head taller, with massive muscles that even made the newly enlarged bull look small. Gabe's own balls enlarged as well, though not as large as Vincent's but large enough.

It was his cock that got the larger size upgrade. It swelled in the Prince's paw, going from eleven inches to roughly a foot and a half. The massive equine shaft began to flare as the tip now rested against the fox's elbow, matting the Prince's fur with a steady drip of pre. Gabe's own sheath contracted, not as much as Vincent's, but enough to leave about half of the horse's shaft hanging out when he wasn't aroused. For a brief moment, Kalvin wondered if Vincent would be able to take the massive shaft (for himself, he knew he wouldn't even try to take it all), but as the fox looked over he saw Stephen whispering in the bull's ear (which he had just pierced with a stud of Kalvin's signet) to make the proper changes. The captain's rear twitched, alerting the Prince that the adjustments were taking hold and the Prince turned back to Gabe.

"You are happy to let Vincent be in charge in your public life, he has had education that makes him good at talking. But in the bedroom, you are the big stud who is in charge. You allow me to be in charge of our play together as part of our game of Master and Pet. But with your mate, you are the stud in charge. You love taking care of your bull's needs. You know your bull's needs, most times better than he does. You love showing him a good time- whether that means giving him that big flared tool of yours in his perfect rear, or having him show you just how good he is at filling you," the Prince told the horse as he let go of Gabe's shaft and gave it a pat. Gabe nodded blankly. Now for the kinky things. "You love your bull. You love to show your ownership of him as much as loves to be owned by you. You love it so much that you almost cannot control yourself, and lose control of your bladder. But that's okay, your mate loves it when you mark him." The fox looked over quickly to make sure Stephen was still telling Vincent about these changes.

"But this is just between the three of us, so you will drink plenty of water and fruit juice. And just as your mate loves oral, you love to rim a male's tail hole. Properly prepared, of course. You love the pure musk you can inhale while you lick them. You love the warm feel of their insides pressing against your tongue. Your wide, thick tongue that is perfect for preparing a tail hole to receive your mighty shaft. Or to reach those places in them that make your partner moan and squeal with delight. You love to paw you your mate while your tongue explores his insides, or do the same while he suckles your shaft. It is so wonderful..."

Kalvin reached in and undid the straps holding the horse to the plank and looked over to see that Stephen had released Vincent as well. The Prince took the needle and stud from the lion, the fox stepped on a stool kept in the room for this purpose, and hopped up to pierce the horse's ear as the bull's ear was pierced. That done, he took a few steps back, and to Gabe's left.

"Now, I will tell you to come. You will stroke yourselves to climax, and then you will awaken from your trance. Unlike most of my guards, you will remember everything. But before I allow you to cum I have one final question," the Prince looked at Stephen, who was stroking himself again. "For the first month of their employment, I put my guards in chastity to make sure they have adjusted properly. We have magically created cages that are soft and comfortable to wear while still performing their duty. Would you two be willing to do this?"

Both nodded. "Yes Master," they replied. "We would."

"Excellent. Now my new captains, come and enjoy the new lives that await you."

One Month Later

Vincent clomped down the back hall of the palace that lead to the rooms he shared with his mate. Today, as with most days, the captain had been playing the role of "show" guard and was wearing the barely-there armor of that intimidating role. And of course, he had gotten some quick and stealthy appraisals from Prince Kalvin when the prince was not engaged with his duties. The Prince's approval always made the day better. And so did the knowledge that Gabe was waiting for him back at their suite. A whole night off! The Prince had retired early to "inspect" some other of Vincent's guards, giving his captains this gift.

The bull resisted the urge to run as he neared his room. He had made a stop before heading here that would give them a head start on the evening. He never opened the door- it opened as he reached it, and a muscular grey arm pulled him inside before slamming the door closed behind him. Before his mind caught up with events, Vincent's muzzle was locked with Gabe's. The massive stallion was already stripped to his loincloth as he pulled his giggling mate to their large closet with its drain in the tile floor.

Gabe nuzzled his mate's neck. "Mmmm... Strip," he ordered in a husky tone. His mate complied eagerly.

Vincent had barely managed to get his loincloth off and lay down on the heated tile floor before Gabe pulled his own loincloth under his large balls and released a steady stream of urine on his mate with a groan. A satisfied moan escaped Vincent's muzzle as the warm liquid from his mate splashed on his own crotch. Thanks to Master's thoughtful instructions for Gabe to drink plenty of water and fruit juices during the day there was plenty of warm, barely colored, almost odorless liquid splashing on the bull's massive balls. Vincent's cock strained at his firm but soft chastity cage as Gabe moved his stream up to mark the rest of his mate's crotch and his stomach. It was so nice to be marked by his mate, to feel the warm liquid splashing on him and flowing down his sides, under his balls, and between his legs. After a long, pleasurable moment, the stream finally stopped, and Gabe smiled down at his mate as he shook the last remaining drops of pee from his own caged shaft.

"That was amazing love," Vincent sighed contentedly as he rolled to his knees and presented his rear. Gabe's urine continued to drip off the bull as he gave his rear a teasing shake. The big Clydesdale knelt down and gave the bull's perfect rear a kiss. Vincent smiled to himself, glad he had time to prepare for this.

Gabe moaned in pleasure into his mate's rear as he nuzzled the bull's crack. Slowly, his tongue extended to lick his mate's tail hole. Vincent moaned as the thick stallion tongue passed through the ring of his tail hole and worked its way deeper into his insides. Again he feel his cock straining against the comforting confines of his chastity cage as Gabe's tongue flicked against his insides. This was the best way to end a long day of happily guarding Master.

At that moment, Vincent heard their door open. The bull looked up as Richard, with his usual perfect timing, strolled into the room. The wolf was their personal servant, a gift from Master to take care of all their needs. The wolf was the fourth son of a noble family, given the honor of being a servant of Prince Kalvin's house. Not that they would recognize him if they visited- Master had changed the wolf's form to a much more lean frame that was almost feminine. The wolf was lean, with wide hips and a large round rear that made the pants he was wearing seem tighter than they actually were. He was holding a pair of large towels against his well-toned chest.

"Good evening Captains," Richard greeted with a wag as he took in the scene before him with a smile. The two muscular guards moaned in greeting. "I take it we are in for the night?"

Vincent nodded as Gabe finally withdrew his tongue and rested his head on the bull's ample rear. Vincent playfully slapped his mate's shoulder with his tail.

"Yes Richard," they said in unison.

"Very good sirs," the wolf said as he placed the towels on the side table and walked over to the two kneeling guards and undid his belt, then reached behind his back to undo the fastener above his tail. He stopped in front of Vincent's muzzle and let his pants fall away. "Kyle is drawing your bath now, while the kitchen finishes preparing your dinner."

Vincent nodded as he reached up to undo the wolf's long suffering undergarment. Richard was a good servant to allow his master the pleasure of finishing undressing him. Even though he had seen it every night for the month of his employment to Prince Kalvin, Vincent still sighed in satisfaction as the reason for the stress on Richard's undergarment was revealed: a very out of place mottled horse cock and balls was revealed. The wolf's equipment was nowhere near as large as Gabe's, but on Richard's almost feminine frame, it was more than large enough. As with Richard himself, the changes to the brown furred wolf were a gift from Master Kalvin- with his mate willingly in chastity, Vincent couldn't indulge in oral with Gabe. So Richard filled in that role, just as the wolf's feminine horse mate Kyle now sported a knotted canine shaft to satisfy Gabe's love of being knotted. Vincent was grateful as he nuzzled the wolf's sac and the bull took the wolf's rapidly hardening shaft into his broad muzzle.

Richard moaned in gratitude as his shaft slid into the warm wetness of his master's muzzle. He was so lucky that Captain Vincent was so willing to pleasure him so. As Vincent bobbed on Richard's horse shaft, Gabe crawled behind the wolf and spread his cheeks. That done, the stallion gave Richard's inviting tail hole a lick. Richard moaned even louder as Gabe continued to lick the wolf's prepared hole. The captains were so good to him. Master had been so thoughtful in his gifts to them.

"Master Kalvin says he will be taking you out of your cages next week," Richard groaned as Gabe's tongue slid inside him. "He says... ohhh... he'll... ahhh... have something... special to...ohhh... celebrate..."

Both captains paused for a moment as they thought about that. It was a slightly disturbing thought- they would be... naked without their cages on. But Master Kalvin knew best. They could always ask for another hypnosis session to help them adjust. The bull and the horse resumed their attentions to their servant. Vincent moaned around his servant's maleness as he felt the wolf's equine shaft begin to flare against the roof of his muzzle as he continued to suck on it. It wasn't long before Richard came into Vincent's waiting muzzle, filling the bull's mouth with a generous load of wolf seed. But the captain refused to swallow.

"Thank you captains," Richard panted in gratitude as his two masters locked muzzles to share his wonderful gift to them. On slightly unsteady paws, the wolf pulled up his loincloth and wobbled over to retrieve the towels. "I will see how Kyle is doing with your bath."

"Good," Gabe grunted, then nuzzled Vincent's neck. "Then tell him to get ready."

"Yessss," Vincent cooed. "We'll have some more fun after dinner."

Richard looked back at the hugging guards and smiled. Another of the Prince's thoughtful gifts- both he and Kyle could be ready to go again in mere minutes, and give their masters as good a performance as they had before. Suddenly, Richard was looking forward to the end of dinner. The wolf bowed.

"Of course, my captains. I look forward to it eagerly."