Redwall - Mattimeo's Offer
#8 of Redwall
It had been a very hard march that day for all the slaves under Slagar's cruel control. The Cruel One felt it necessary to get to Malkaris, a place unknown to any of the slaves, though the very name struck fear into the hearts of the guards under the masked Fox's command. All the slaves wondered just what was in store for them; Slavery? Death? Torture? Not knowing was the worst part.
Though all the slaves were being treated horribly, Slagar had saved his wrath for Mattimeo, son of Matthias, Warrior of Redwall. The masked fox blamed Matthias for his facial deformity. Having been chased from Redwall after he had murdered Methuselah in cold blood, the fox sought refuge in the dense Forrest of Mossflower. Though Slagar--or, Chickenhound as he was called at the time--thought he had eluded the creatures of Redwall, he met an even more terrible punishment than any good-natured Woodlander could dream of. He crossed paths with the adder, Asmodeus, who attempted to eat him, but was successful only in biting his face. Though the young fox lived due to his extensive knowledge of herbal remedies, the poison had done it's damage. Chickenhound's face was so hideously scarred from the venom that the fox felt forced to live the rest of his life wearing a harlequin mask. It was from that moment that he lived not as Chickenhound, but as Slagar the Cruel, Slagar the Slaver. His one purpose in life: get revenge on the creature who put him in this predicament; get revenge on Matthias!
After he had been thought long dead for seasons, Slagar was able to slip Vitch, a young rat claiming to be a mouse, into Redwall Abbey to spy on the inhabitants. During this time, Vitch became a bitter enemy of the young Mattimeo, son of Matthias the Warrior. When Vitch had informed Slagar of Mattimeo being Matthias' son, the cruel vulpine knew that he must capture the young mouse to make Matthias suffer, knowing that his only son would be forever gone.
After Slagar and his Slavers--disguised as performers--had drugged the entire population of Redwall, the vermin band abducted all the young, able bodied creatures to sell into slavery. Slagar thought that his revenge would soon be at hand, but he had not counted on the tremendous resolve of the Redwallers, especially Mattimeo, son of Matthias. Mattimeo defied Slagar at every turn, trying to escape, undermining his authority, and even directly challenging the fox after his band had buried his father and the otherrescuers in a cave. Mattimeo went so far as to say that he lived now for only one purpose, to kill Slagar. The masked fox was so enraged, that he he beat the young mouse with a cane, but still his spirit would not break. This didn't stop the fox from trying other punishments. He ordered Mattimeo be given no food or water for two days, knowing that eventually he would fold under the pangs of hunger. Yet again, Slagar underestimated the resolve of the young warrior mouse.
It was at the end of the very first day of being starved, that Mattimeo knew he could not continue without proper nourishment. Vitch wasted no oppurtunity that day to mock and torment the mouse, knowing that his strength would weaken, and his resolve abandon him if he went without food and water. That night, as all the slaves and guards lie sleeping, Mattimeo devised a plan of action.
The young mouse heard his stomach growling, rumbling with hunger. His lips were parched, his tongue dry. He wanted to cry, but knew that would do him no good, and only give Slagar a victory. The young mouse looked into the burning campfire, wishing he had some scones to roast, or anything for that matter. Oh, but thinking about food only made it worse! He must concentrate on a plan of action. How was he going to get food? He had nothing to pick the lock that chained him with the rest of the slaves, and there was no food or water within reach, not to mention the rattling of the chains might alarm the guards, or worse, Slagar. No, there had to be something he could do. But what?
Just as the young mouse tried to think of a proper course of action, Damper, one of the weasel slavers went walking by Mattimeo. As slavers went, Damper wasn't that terrible. He seemed to keep a good appearance, bathed on a regular basis, and was the least cruel of all the slavers. Mattimeo knew what he had to do.
"Pss! Damper!" whispered Mattimeo.
The weasel turned around, looking surprised that the mouse was still up. "Whadda ya want, mouse?"
"Give me food and water, please!"
"And risk getting skinned alive by Slagar? I don't think so!"
"Please! I'll do something nice for you!"
"Ha!" scoffed the weasel. "Slagar won't allow it!" he said, then turned to walk away.
Mattimeo grinned. "True, but will Slagar suck your cock?"
Damper stopped dead in his tracks, turned around and stared in disbelief at the mouse's question. "What did you say?"
"I asked you if Slagar would suck your cock?"
Damper looked even more confused than before, but Mattimeo just smirked.
"He won't do that, but I will."
Damper pointed his paw at the mouse. "You serious, mouse?"
"If you give me some water, I'll suck your cock, then you can give me some food, okay?"
Damper looked around for any sign of movement from the other guards or Slagar, but all except the two of them were awake. Carefully, Damper took the key from his belt and undid Mattimeo's fetters. Putting a paw to his mouth, he hushed the young mouse, not wanting to make any sudden or loud sounds that would arouse suspicion. Away from the campfire, Damper and Mattimeo went into the forest, where no one would see or hear them. Confident that they were in the clear, Damper gave the mouse his canteen. Mattimeo wasted no time in gulping down the entire supply of water. Never had in his life had he so loved the feeling of cold, refreshing water quenching his terrible thirst. Giving the canteen back to Damper, the weasel now gave Mattimeo instructions.
"Here's how it's gonna be, mouse. If you try to run, I'll catch you and slit your gullet. If you try bitin' me, I'll cut your balls off. You better do a good job of sucking, got it?"
Mattimeo simply nodded his understanding. The young mouse watched as the weasel undid his belt, pulled his breaches and loincloth off, and laid down on the grassy surface. Mattimeo went over to the weasel, getting in between his legs, and carefully started licking on the increasingly hard weasel member. Damper grunted, not from pain, but from the feeling of another beast pleasuring him. Like many of the other guards, he had been without sexual engagement for sometime now. Normally, the weasel would only want this kind of attention from a female, especially one of his own species, but after being forced to paw off, he felt one mouth was as good as any other.
Mattimeo, now with a fully erect cock in his mouth, didn't find the experience all that bad. He and his friends Tim and Sam had been enjoying the delights of male on male fun for awhile now, though always in secret away from any of the other Redwall residents. Normally, Mattimeo was the type that most enjoyed being sucked off, particularly by Sam, who had absolutely no trouble taking in his entire length and giving the mouse a world class blow job. Though that was Mattimeo's preference, he too would readily admit to anyone willing to keep a secret that sucking off Sam and Tim, particularly Sam, because he had the biggest dick.
Minutes went by, and Mattimeo worked on the member hard. He could feel the weasel bucking his hips, wanting the mouse to suck harder and faster. Mattimeo knew that his well-being, even his life would rest on how well he pleasured this weasel. Giving it everything he had, Mattimeo sucked and sucked, only stopping to swirl his tongue around the head of Damper's bulging penis, making the weasel shiver. Though it was difficult, given that Mattimeo was famished, he somehow managed to give the weasel his very best blow job, one that would have made Tim or Sam proud. Damper, unable to stop his orgasm, covered his own mouth as he cried out. Mattimeo felt the flow of the weasel's hot cum shooting into his mouth. The mouse swallowed all that he was given, even go so far as to lick the weasel's cock clean.
Basking in the afterglow, Damper stared up at the night sky for sometime before finally rising to his feet. Putting his clothes on, the weasel couldn't help but be amazed.
"Bet that's not the first time you did that, eh, mouse?"
Mattimeo smiled. "Nope. I take it you were pleased?"
"Best I ever had!" said Damper, who even patted the mouse on the head. "Well, unlike most them scum, I'll keep my deal with ya!"
Damper handed Mattimeo some fruits and bread that had been wrapped in his satchel. Mattimeo appeared to inhale the food, devouring it with gusto. Once he had finished, Damper quietly escorted the young mouse back to his chains. Locking the mouse back in his place, he whispered into the young warrior's ear.
"Same time tomorrow?"
Mattimeo smiled. "You bet!"
Damper nodded, then went back to his sentry position. All Mattimeo could do was think of how he had outfoxed the fox. Not an easy task for any creature, but anything felt possible when you were the son Warrior of Redwall.