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Confinement

An ice-cold gush of water slapped across my face and I awoke, gasping painfully for air. My wet bangs drooped and dripped across my eyes, blinding me. I tried to move my hands, so I could clear my view, but they wouldn't move. Only the rattling of chains gave me any indication as to what my current predicament was.

“That woke you up," said a sneering voice in Regulian. Before I could respond, a tiny claw clutched at my hair and swiped them to the side, revealing a thin, red Vulpeculan in a burgundy suit. Yir, the Prime Minister.

Without missing a beat, as if he couldn't bear to be near me, he stepped back, withdrawing a handkerchief and wiped down the fingers that dared touch the human, before retrieving a Compad and pinching a tiny pair of reading glasses against the long bridge of his muzzle.

“You have the right to demand these proceedings be done in Regulian, Lupus, English, French or Spanish," he said, repeating the statement for each of the languages.

“English," I muttered, spitting out rancid water, “What happened?"

“What happened?" Yir stared up at me with a questioning look, “What happened? You ask?"

I looked down. My feet were not touching the ground and I was completely naked. Only then did I feel the strain of the bindings against my wrist as I was hung from them. There were similar manacles on each side of the wall and a heavy wooden door with a barred peephole at the top, across from me. Whips, chains and several sharp insturments were littered on a wooden table that Yir was uncomfortably close to. “Where am I? What the fuck is this, some kind of dungeon? You can't keep me here, I know my rights!"

“What? No, this isn't a dungeon, not for political prisoners at least, the Duke just uses it sometimes for..." Yir paused, clearing his throat and pawing at a scalpel on the table that failed to budge, “Well, lets just say it's all for show and avoid going into detail, yes?"

“Wait this is that kind of dungeon, you're saying?" Panic rose as I looked back at the expressionless face of the Prime Minister and realized what kind of a position I was in, “Please, don't! I'm not into this at all! I don't..."

Part of me couldn't help but think of the Duke coming in and declaring he was in control. Pinning himself against me and forcing his tongue in my mouth while I struggled. I shook this thought out of my mind.

“I do not intend to have sex with you, not in the slightest. Keep your mind out of the gutter and take this seriously," he peered down at my waist and I looked down to see that my cock was fully erect after having had my thoughts spin out of control, “You are, to be frank, hideous. It was the Duke's idea to hold you here in lieu of a proper confinement cell, anything he chooses to do with you, that is his business."

“What he chooses to do?" Once again, images of the Lupiad came into my head. His sheath rubbing against my cock while his own began to reveal itself.

Stop it! I shook my head. It wasn't him, it was the situation, the power. I mean, he looked good, I can admit that, but in a situation like this, with someone this powerful, I couldn't help but be aroused.

“Is his business. I imagine he intends to engage in some kind of fornication with you, but that's neither here nor there. You're in trouble, Nate," he paused, slashing a claw across the Compad, “Rit, the slave you were with, alerted us. We found you passed out with Prince Litho atop you, both of you were naked..."

“Litho..." I rasped, remembering what had transpired, “Is he…?"

“Dead. Poison it would seem," Yir sighed, “This creates problems, Nate."

“You don't think..."

He scrolled through the Compad with rapid ease, “No sign of puncture wounds, no abnormal discoloration, we have even confirmed, he certainly has no allergy to humans either. We're still waiting for a swab sample on his tongue to come back, but it looks like someone slipped something in his food or drink. You are, of course, the prime suspect."

“Why would…!?"

“Why indeed? We have several witnesses who have described his little game that he played with you and the stakes that were at play, including Duke Horith himself; countless other slaves and attendees witnessed you running around the hall in a desperate panic as well. Litho wanted you all for himself, I don't understand why, but he wanted to possess you and if you lost his little game, you'd have no choice but to be his pet."

“But I won! Rit will tell you..."

“Are you telling me you really believed Litho would hold up his end of the bargain? That he wouldn't take you regardless of what you achieved?" Yir shook his head, “The conditions we found you in obviously show that he had no intention of doing that. So, really, Nate, if anything you should not be asking what reason you had to kill him, but what reason you had to not kill him!"

“I..."

“Confess!" Yir slammed his fist into the table, “Confess now and we will make sure you get a lenient sentence!"

“How lenient?"

“Life in a work-camp in the Yukon," he grinned, exposing his needle-like fangs, “Conditions are good. Cold, but good."

“Sounds great," I said, reeking of sarcasm, “Only one problem..."

“Which is?"

“I didn't do it."

Snarling, the Prime Minister marched towards me, gobs of spit flying from his mouth, “The alternative is death! And once the Royal Claw is done with you…!"

I froze at hearing that name. He's not serious, is he? I tried to say something, but couldn't.

Luckily, I didn't have to, as the door flung open and a muscular, and very naked, Duke walked in.

“Yir, you're scaring the poor guy," Horith said with a confident smile as he patted the smaller man on the shoulder.

“Your Grace!" Yir's gaze was locked on the bulging sheath running along the bottom of the Duke's belly. He looked away quickly and if it weren't for the fact that he was completely covered in fur, I'd imagine he was blushing, “I must insist that you treat your position with a minimal level of dignity!"

“Yir, Yir, Yir," he muttered, shaking his head, “We need to get you laid, don't we?"

“This is an important matter and..."

“Hey, Nate!" The Duke stepped to me, scratching at an itch on his heavy balls. I blushed, “Is Yir more your type? Want to help him work off that tension?"

Yir hunched over, retching violently.

“Yir!" The Duke exclaimed in mock anger, “That's not very nice!"

“Pardon me, your Grace, but he is a human and a..."

“I happen to think he's quite handsome," the Duke's leathery paw-pads caressed my cheek, sending shivers down my spine, “Are you saying there's something wrong with my taste?"

“No, not at all."

“Very good," the Duke's amber gaze met my eyes and I was powerless to do anything. He tapped his broad muzzle against my cheek and his wet nose rubbed against my ear. With a whisper, he said, “You're losing my scent. We can't have that."

Pulling back, he spun around to face the Prime Minister, his tail brushing against the tip of my cock. The feeling of that was so sudden I couldn't begin to describe it. None of them noticed me gasping.

“The Royal Claw won't be here for another day, Yir," Horith's white, fluffy tail once again stroked my cock, slowly sliding across the shaft. Was he doing this on purpose? “And I have the utmost confidence that Nate is not the killer."

“Your Grace! We need to produce a suspect or..."

“And you really think he's the one?"

“I don't…!" Yir paused, flustered, “The Royal Claw will interrogate him and find something to incriminate him with!"

Horith craned his neck back, looking at me with one eye, “Nate, tell us what happened."

“Litho played his game with me. I had sex with Rit and won. Litho tried to..." I paused, biting my lips. I did well before, but saying it out loud, it brought back painful emotions, “...Litho tried to rape me. Then he collapsed and I passed out."

“And why are you here? How did you get invited?"

“I repaired Argus's computer and he took me here as payment."

Growling lightly, the Duke said, “I bet that old dog wanted you for himself. A cute, young boy-toy."

“I think..."

“Dog. That is the right English slur for Sirians, yes?" Horith didn't bother to wait for an answer, “Nevermind. Is that all that happened tonight, Nate?"

“Yes, your grace."

Horith turned his attention back to Yir and his tail started wagging happily, slapping my cock like a feather duster. Pleasure was building up and I was deathly afraid that I would cum all over the Duke if I wasn't careful. With a satisfied sigh, Horith continued, “There you have it! Even the Claw can't turn him into an assassin!"

“Yes, but..."

“Come now, Yir," the Duke patted the Vulpeculan on the shoulder again, “It's not like Nate is a spy or anything."

I swallowed, fear rising up in my chest. The mole. The Duke and the Prime Minister couldn't see it for what it was, or if they did, they sure were playing dumb, but there was no way that the Claw, the Empire's intelligence division, wouldn't be able to see it. Rey said as much, these were common spy tools among the aliens and if they found it…

Well, living at a work-camp in the Yukon didn't sound so bad now.

But I couldn't confess. Honestly, if the Claw was getting involved than so was the Regulian royal family and if they were, no assurance from Yir could be the truth; not even the Duke's leniency request would hold much sway. If I confessed to being the assassin, I'd be killed. If I confessed to being a rebel spy, hoping that confessing to that would make the murder charge slide, I'd have to sell out the resistance and as they said, I only knew one of their names and they would likely not believe it; I'd spent the rest of my life in questioning, until they forget about me and leave me to starve in my cell.

I needed to do something. But what?

“For now though, I'm going to enjoy my the company of my guest!" With one final, pleasurable slap of his tail, Horith turned to me and grabbed my chained wrists, unlocking the manacles with a simple twist of a key. I fell to the ground, nearly collapsing as my legs buckled.

“Your Grace, he is a prisoner!"

“And as Duke, I can personally hold him prisoner, can't I?"

“Yes, but..."

“So, there you have it!" Horith grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me into his chest. His musky, masculine scent wafted into my nostrils and if it were any other alien, I would have said it smelled horrible, but now, I could not help but think of the statement it made on me. I was marked with his scent, his name. No matter how much I could try, I couldn't stop myself from shuddering at the thought and I was not sure if it was revulsion or enjoyment, if only in gratitude for him sticking up for me.

Gently lowering his muzzle to my ear, he carefully licked at the side of my cheek before whispering softly, “We're going on a date. We're going to spend all day together, aren't we?"

I nodded. I couldn't do anything else.

Sniffing heavily, he added, “And I think we're both going to have a very happy ending."