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Master of Hearts

Deviant Requests

Connor looked up at the entrance of 'The Cavern', and exhaled, breathing he raised his arms to stretch himself for his first day on the job and his first time entertaining a client. His heart raced, arms folding back behind his head Connor rubbed his shoulders, closing his eyes to center himself before opening them to feel the 'make-it or break-it' pressure bearing down on him. Exhaling, Connor closed his eyes and just crossed his arms to hug himself and try to relax before stepping into view of the front door, before settling into position, correcting his posture and tying his fingers behind his back as he stepped into view of the Falcon, the assistant manager.

“Good Morning sir." Connor greeted with a trained bow that exposed his neck. The falcon mirrored the bow, “Good Morning to you as well, are you fit to work today?"

“Yes sir," Connor nodded, only a single bob of his head.

The Falcon raised his Left hand and snapped his fingers, he barely glanced over his shoulder before summoning a co-worker with subtle gesture. A well-endowed peach colored doe with a cream colored chest clopped quietly up on polished hooves, mostly naked except for a black leather harness that out lined the curves of her chest and emphasized her large breasts. Her Amazonian green eyes weighed down on Connor with a flirtatious pride, a dominatrix, and possibly a prominent member of the staff. She smirked something dangerous and proud, before side glancing at the Falcon, never lowering her uplifted chin. “This is what I have to work with?"

“He's more trained than you were when you first started, and more experienced… Help him fit in, he's your apprentice." The Falcon returned speaking above Connor as if he were some mere pet, a feral animal who didn't understand; it made them feel like they were on pedestals above Connor and though he didn't quite like being spoken down to, but Banavi's training had numbed that frustration, so Connor just smiled and kept quiet.

The doe raised mauve dot that defined her brow line on her cream-colored face, almost as if she had expected some kind of response before reaching out to grab Connor's cheek to lift his chin till it was uncomfortable, and his neck strained, her gentle grip was rigid and rolled his head from side to side, “He's not bad, we'll just have to see how long this one lasts."

“I have a name Ma'am." Connor countered as his jaw line was dropped.

The doe rolled her key-lime eyes, “Not till you lasted more than a month, now come along snowflake, let's get you dressed." The doe corrected before turning to walk away, “Keep up, I don't like waiting." She ordered as she crossed her hands above her pointed tear drop tail, a mauve heart painted on the lower crest, just above the ridge of her round rear.

Connor was quiet until they crossed the floor bustling with quiet conversation and bustling staff dressed in black leather bands and tight black thongs, they wore silver collars with gilded gold crests that represent the Ravinith's property, a raven carrying a key in it's talons. The Doe swept a hand across a table and stole a riding crop from the surface and rolled it into her palm, bending it behind her back as if to emphasize incoming punishment. She pushed open the swinging doors next to the pole dancers, but paused and stepped to the side, cutting the air with the ridding crop to push Connor back against the railing that define the combat ring where two thick muscled Mincridarins pummeled each other in a bare bones brawl, the floor spotted with the blood spit up.

The doe bowed her head as a Patron walked out with a scantily clad black furred kitsune on his arm, her twin white tails dancing like wisps on the wind behind her. Connor bowed his head as the prostitute kissed the patron goodbye, and kept it bowed till the Patron had left, though the sight of the fox made Connor looked around at the staff when he raised his eyes and really look, because something was different. Since it was far busier than it was last time, and it was nine in the morning. The answer though probably involved the fact that Connor could see spirits now, because now more than Mincridarins he saw spirits, angels, demons, and elementals. He didn't have time to question anything as the doe led him deeper into The Cavern, and past opaque sliding glass doors where the soft sounds of muffled moans and painful cries echoed behind the glass.

The Kitsune waved her hand over a keypad and a magic circle rippled and collapsed into sparks as the door opened, she rolled her fingers and created a smoking pipe between her fingers and inhaled whatever was in the pipe before blowing out a plume of glittering purple smoke that smelled like an ocean breeze. The Kitsune glanced at Connor with dichromatic eyes, orange and yellow, and whispered a soft, “good luck," before rolling her shoulders as she leaned on the open doorway, probably to wait for another client.

The Doe rounded a corner filled with several more doors on the right side, but on the left, there was a single door marked for employees only, and stepping inside it was partially filled with stunning male and female Mincridarins and Spirits who were dressing for clients, relaxing, eating, or just talking to each other in small huddles. The walls were lined with lockers, except in the back right and left corners, the right corner had makeup mirrors and all kinds of perfumes and makeup stored in boxes underneath the counter, while the left had a steaming shower. The entire room had become quiet when Connor entered, at which point everyone just started analyzing him closely with either confusion or surprise apparent on their muzzles.

“This will be your locker," The doe called out, dragging Connor's attention forward, causing him to step quickly to examine the small wall locker tucked away in the corner of the room. “Put your finger tips on the pad." She ordered bouncing the crop in her hand as she waited just behind Connor, who obeyed silently.

Just laying down the five finger tips of his dominate right hand he watched as the screen scanned the tips with a green light, before flashing green, the lock clicking as it was disengaged and opened. Pulling it open with the grove above the security screen he found himself staring a small out fit hung up on a hanger just inside, “What is this Ma'am?" Connor asked glancing back at the doe.

“Most of your clothes and accessories are collected at the front desk in the lounge, but you can store them in here if you want. But primarily this locker is used to store accessories and clothes your clients want you to wear while you're serving them, as well as a dossier on the client that we store on the top shelf. It's recommended that you read it on your break so your prepared when you client arrives." The Doe explained pointing out all the shelves, before tapping the manilla folder tucked on the top shelf. “You're uniform is in the bin on the bottom shelf." She finished, kicking the black plastic crate tucked away at the bottom.

Connor dragged it out and looked inside to see a familiar black garments, he pulled them out and started to get dressed, slipping his feet into rubber sole socks with open toes, that felt distinctly sticky for better traction in wet environments for safety reasons, and black latex fingerless gloves. He snapped the thong on and tucked everything into the small compartment that squeezed his loins and left nothing hidden before pulling up a gray band.

“It goes on your left arm, it's to show you're an apprentice so patrons don't wave you down for assistance. You'll wear it till your done being my apprentice." She continued to explain as Connor slipped the band over his arm to see a black brand appear over the surface, Ravinith's brand. But there was something tiny at the bottom, a black ring with a freely rotating inner ring. “And what's this ma'am?"

“It's a siren, we do our best to thoroughly examine clients, but nothing is perfect, and sometimes you can get rough diners who violate the rules and boundaries. So, if you ever feel overwhelmed, rotate the inner ring and everyone will know something is wrong. For the most part we barely use them but it's just for our protection." The Doe explained kicking up her left foot to show the ring around her ankle. “It'll grow and shrink to fit what ever part of you body you want to wear it on. I recommend wearing it somewhere, where you can rotate the ring discretely."

Connor tugged at the ring and slipped it over his big toe, before standing up to gesture to his vest, “I can't take this off ma'am."

“I know, no one is going to ask you to, if anything, it makes you look good, you'd be surprised to know how many of us like that kind of stuff." She waved off before crossing her arms under her chest to pull up her breasts.

“Can I ask what your name is Ma'am?"

“Spera, but that's only in private, out on the floor you refer to me as mistress, or Ma'am, that's not bad either." Spera answered before kicking back int the crate for Connor before pointing to the inside of the locker, where a black screen was tucked away “When your done place your whole hand on the panel to sign yourself. Your hours start after you finish getting ready, and hours end when you get undressed." Spera added as Connor clocked in and waited till the screen flashed green to show he was good to go, before closing the locker.

“So what are we doing first Mistress?" Connor asked, Spera smirked at the formality before turning away, “For now, your going to be my shadow, and manage tables six, fourteen, twenty-two, and nineteen. Unlike modern human restaurants we don't work in table groups, we want every client to feel distinct, so we never sit diners were serving next to each other, so it's a bit more intense, but everyone works to cover each other, but unless it's our table we don't take orders. So, you have to learn how to manage your time with each table." Spera explained before hanging up the riding crop on next to the door in the locker room.

“But are we only waiters Mistress or do we do other things?" Connor asked and Spera nodded, before turning to face Connor, “We're not waiters were slaves, we serve the whims of our masters, we sit if they ask, we talk, we tease, but most of all we make sure they always leave satisfied. But one last thing you should know is that we normally serve small groups, one or two beings at most, it's very uncommon to serve a table with more than two people. People want private experiences, so they'll normally ask for private single reservations, if there is more than that, it's normally a very rare circumstance. I think the largest group I served in the past two years was six, but that was during mating season, and it was a coming-of-age party where the family came to celebrate their youngest son becoming an adult."

“So, tending to tables isn't the problem its just making sure that you never leave someone alone for two long?" Connor asked and Spera bobbed her head in agreement. “The best way to weave in and out of the tables is by serving food and letting them eat and relax, or even getting drinks. So I might switch out with you and leave you alone with diners so I can attend to other tables."

“That's fine Mistress I'll try and keep up." Connor accepted before tying his fingers behind his back.

“Good, I'll show you the kitchen where everything is, one other thing that makes us better than most human locations is that we attendants don't put anything into the register. We have a dedicated typer whose only job is to process orders and receipts. It's to help us spend more time with clients." Spera explained and Connor beamed, “Really, that's awesome… I hated the register at my old job."

Spera smiled, “It's a job that rotates, you'll work it eventually, and it's one of the most intense jobs we have here. Since you're processing the orders from about twenty plus tables and the bedrooms. We normally assign it as punishment." Connor's smile quickly faded and exhaled in pain, “Greeaaat."

“Come along, we have work to do." Spera smiled as she dragged Connor out of the locker room with a gesture, “These are our bedrooms, some clients will request them specifically if they want a more intimate experience, or to mate with us, otherwise we attend to most clients in the dinning hall. You won't work these rooms till the Lord Minor thinks you're capable. Some of the rooms are open for rent, and clients can select from a list of slaves to mate with. You can get added to that list if you want but only if the Lord Minor agrees."

“I understand Mistress," Connor nodded, as he kept close behind her, walking silently with her as they walked across the dining hall and into the serving airlock between the kitchen and dining hall.

“Just about everything you will ever need in the dining hall will be in here, we're not supposed to enter the kitchen unless absolutely necessary. It's a health and safety issues, because of our fur. But since your human, there might be days where your asked to work in there, do dishes or help clean up during the end of your shift if you don't have clients. Spare plates and condiments are in the cabinets along the wall." Spera nodded to the floor to ceiling cabinets that were only broken up by soda machines and ice boxes.

Before gesturing to the end of the hall, to a desk manned by a green parakeet, who was working through a through a tower of small papers beside her. Connor was able to see how the table functioned when a slave walked up and pushed their order down onto plastic tower, where at the bottom the papers were slid out and typed up; a simple way to keep everything in order. Then once the order was finished it was slid into an even taller plastic tower to the side that was switched out when it was full.

“That's Dia," Spera pointed out with a whisper as she nodded to the parakeet, “she's our primary typer, she normally works the night shift. Normally bad servants get rolled into take the day shift, if there hasn't been anyone distinctly bad it's just a random rotation." Spera explained quietly.

“It's nine in the morning, how long is the night shift Mistress?"

“About twelve hours, depends on when your cover comes in. But she started at nine at night and will end in probably fifteen minutes, when Havris clocks in." Spera nonchalantly answered, but that kind of hour was nothing to scoff at, Connor had never worked that many hours consecutively in his life.

“I don't think I really asked this before, but how long are shifts normally for us?" Connor asked looking up at Spera.

“Everyone works twelve hour shifts, it's the standard." Connor balked under the hours, and breathed painfully as he rubbed his brow, as he just realized what he had just jumped into. He asked to work a Mincridarn job, and being that their average day is thirty-two hours long, their standard shifts were bound to be longer too.

“Something wrong?" Spera asked and Connor sighed, “Nothing, I just didn't think the shift would be that long. I forgot this was a Mincridarn job, I've never worked a twelve-hour shift in my life."

“That's why the Lord Minor gave you days in between to recover." Spera noted but that did nothing to help the partially defeated Connor, “I train on my days off."

“Don't we all." Spera chuckled patting Connor's back, before dragging open a drawer to pull out two note pads and a pen and pencil. “This is where keep the spare notebooks… their designed to hook onto your underwear." Spera lectured as she dragged the black hook on the back of the note pad along her skin until it hooked onto the garter belt that hugged her upper thighs. The pen slid into elastic sleeve on the note pad.

Connor hung his from his thong, and Spera nodded to the window into the kitchen, “When a food order is completed, the kitchen staff will leave a number with the order." Pointing out the little plastic nameplate behind each dish. “There is a map of the tables on the side of the cabinet by the doors so if you get lost you can use that, just never forget who ordered what."

“This pretty the end of the lesson, now it's just experience. So do you have any questions snowflake?" Spera asked and Connor nodded, “Alcohol?"

“We don't serve it, it's a pointless expense since most of us won't drink it anyways. There is always been a huge taboo on anything that impairs one's ability to fight. It's kind of like being naked in public for you humans. If we just order alcohol, it's normally not a pleasant experience, and that's nothing compared to being drunk. I've heard of guards who were fired for getting drunk off duty." Spera answered before pointing to the soda machines, “But caffeinated beverages are ok, almost mandatory, because they can help to stay awake and alert."

“Bathroom breaks?"

“Ask a manager, for now, just tell me if you need to go."

“And breaks, how does that work, do we have to pay for food or-." Spera just raised her hand to silence Connor.

“You are a slave, that means the lord minor is obligated to provide you food at no cost. You can order anything from the menu, except certain products because of how hard the ingredients are to come by. There is a menu in the locker room that you can order from, anything marked with a black star is something you have too personally pay for. You get two breaks, or about forty-five minutes, one thirty-minute break after six hours, and one fifteen after four, that you can take at any time after the four hours. I recommend bringing some kind of snack so you can push your primary break further back towards the end of the shift. Also, when it comes to serving clients that tends to happen at the beginning of your shift or near the end of it. Until you start working with more than one that's kind of how its going to work out. If there at the end of your shift you can expect more exotic experiences because there will be less patrons around to disturb, if it's at the beginning it's either just a relaxing tame experience or the fetishes aren't intense. Do you have anymore questions?"

Connor shook his head, “Good, come with me, we'll start our rounds." Spera breathed, before nodding for Connor to follow, and they entered dinning hall, but instead they walked up to the front desk, and stood across from the podium and bowed her head.

“We wait here till we have someone to serve." Spera whispered before Connor could question anything, as he just mimicked her stance, and bowed his head, waiting for the real start to his shift. Minutes passed of complete and utter silence, until the heavy hooves clopped up to the front podium, a horse with chestnut brown fur, built stiffly, and his voice was distinctly masculine as he asked for a table. The Falcon snapped his fingers and dragged the two of them forward with a gesture. They bowed respectfully to the stud, who just coldly said nothing, before reaching out and grabbing Connor's cheek and dragging him forward and pulling him into his chest, “I've heard of you," he stallion numbly, his deep monotone voice gliding over Connor's cheeks.

“I hope my reputation has been nothing but fair Master." Connor answered as he let himself get spun by the stallion, he hummed his approval before dragging Connor back into his chest and locking him in place with thick arms. “I'd like to buy this one."

“The human is still in training, he's not for sale but he will attend to your needs if you wish. Do you want a table?" The falcon offered instead, “Only if he's willing to kiss my cock." The stud countered as he ground his thick sheath and dense orbs into the crook of Connor's back.

The Falcon looked down at Connor for his permission, “I'll do it… for a price." Connor asserted, as he reached back and stroked the studs leather sheath. “How much human?"

“For something like that, the standard is fifty American." The falcon intergected and Connor nodded, “Yes sir, just fifty, promise I'm good for it."

The stud snorted, whether it was out of annoyance or anger was lost on his emotionless muzzle. “Let's see what you can do human." The stud agreed as he crossed his arms letting Connor go.

“Can you humble me with your name Master?" Connor asked, as he knelt between the stallion's legs. “Agaris."

“May I touch you Master Agaris?" Connor asked and the studded waved the human onward, so Connor reached for the studs hips before nuzzling the sheath to smell the thick heavy musk, he had just had sex, his balls were damp with a female's release. The tip of his dick was dripping pre. “You smell amazing sir, I bet you make everyone beg for more Master." Connor added as he reached out and licked the head of the cock, before kissing the tip of the sheath and sucking on it's girth lightly tugging on it while his free hand rolled down to fondle his balls. Agaris snorted, his tail whipped the air and his chest tightened, his pleasure was silent. So Connor kissed deeper and harder and dragged out the head of the cock, and licked the barrel of the flaccid member before wrapping his hand around the extending shaft to drag it out with tender tugs. When it was fully extended it hung at least twelve inches, and was limply stiff. Connor kissed the head and stuffed the unflared head behind his lips to soak the tip with his saliva before pulling away. “Would you like a table sir?" Connor asked as he continued to masturbate Agaris, his dick laying mostly on Connor's shoulder.

Agaris exhaled and looked at the falcon, “Can I order any specials with the human?"

“What do you have in mind?" The falcon questioned as he licked his finger and held it over a rolling deck on the podium.

“How much would it cost to get this human beneath a table to finish polishing me?" Agaris asked and the falcon flipped through note cards, “two thirty, three seventy if you want to mark him, four forty if you want him to swallow." The Falcon tapped his arm, as Connor kissed his balls, “You'd be my first stallion Master Agaris, I can't swallow your sword sir, but I'm happy to swallow as much of your seed as I can." Agaris studied Connor with a glance before looking up at the Falcon.

“Four forty, but I want to watch him swallow everything. I want to get my money's worth." The Stallion declared and the falcon nodded, “we'll get you a cup." Then with a flick of his hand flashed a menu to Spera, “Come with me Master Agaris,"

Agaris snapped Connor up off the ground and hoisted him to his shoulder in a single fluid motion and tied him with single arm, exposing his entire ass to the restaurant. No one challenged anything, in fact they only smiled at Connor's embarrassment as his cock started to bounce against Agari's shoulder. The table the stallion got was across from the entrance and between the kitchen and pole dancers, so it was in clear view of everyone.

“Please Master, sit," Spera directed and Agaris rolled Connor of his shoulder and shuffled into the booth and dragged Connor's head beneath, and forced his face against his cock. “Get to work human." Agaris ordered, and once the tears passed from Connor's cheeks due to the rough handling he took a breath thick musk and adjusted himself and rolled his head along the shaft licking it from head to sheath.

“Would you like anything to drink Master?" Spera asked flicking up her note pad.

“Cola." Agaris blankly answered as his heavy hand pushed Connor's head down on the tip of his shaft which he so dared to swallow again, he gagged lightly in protest but kept it quiet and just focused on stroking the shaft till it was an warm metal bat.

“Remember he's just human, sir. They break easily." Spera warned with a smile. The studs heavy hand let up barely and gave Connor a chance to breathe. “I'll get you your drink while you look at the menu, please feel free to wave me down if you have any questions Master." Spera added before bowing out. Agaris' restraining hand came above the table and he flipped through the pages of the menu, while his hooves pinned Connor's knees against the bench locking him beneath the table.

When Connor was able to look at the thick cock shadowed by the table, the stiff hips settled onto the stone bench, his position finally settled in and he smiled. He almost wanted to laugh because he loved it, he was there in the middle of a restaurant giving a stallion a blowjob. Everyone could watch, so he was entertaining more than just the stud that blinded him with his grinding thighs.

Spera returned and clapped to cups against the table, “This is for you're release, when you want to cum, finish it in the glass and Snowflake will take care of the rest Master. Do you have any questions or do you need a moment to enjoy your purchase?"

“Do you have any daily specials?" Agaris asked with a blunt tone, and Connor felt insulted, the conversation was spoken freely and his very presence was meaningless, it was if the very situation meant nothing to the stud. Connor sucked on one of the heavy eggs between Agaris legs and his demeanor spiked as his legs tensed from the shock. He stifled his snort, as rubbed the shaft and massage the orb.

“Are you alright sir?" Spera asked as she leaned against the table.

“No… your human bitch is just teething a little." Agaris answered, with a dull annoyance.

“Do I need to correct his behavior?" Spera offered, and the stud exhaled, before his thick hand dragged connor's ear to the side to pull him off his balls. Connor bite back the pain and relented and his ear was let go, “Does that cost extra?"

“Depends on the punishment sir, did you have anything in mind?"

“How much would it cost to lock him into a sheath?" Agaris asked as he gagged Connor with space between his tight and cock.

“For an hour, fifteen, you can pay for up to twelve hours if you want to keep him locked in chastity for the rest of his shift." Spera explained and the stud nodded, “Can I leave him naked so everyone see his caged cock?"

“Of course, master, we can add that on for no charge, however he will need to keep his socks and armor on for safety reasons." Spera agreed and Connor exhaled into the warm flesh, as his punishment was determined.

“I heard of this new toy called a butt plug, can I use that on him."

'That'll be another fifteen for an hour, but if this is to punish him, I would humbly recommend getting a vibrator for just five dollars more. It'll cause him pleasure that he'll never be able to release thanks to the cage, and you can control how strong the settings are. I've learned punishments can be pleasurable as well Master." Spera proposed and the Stallion rolled Connor's hand through his hand, “Go ahead and get them."

“Yes sir, I will return as quickly as I can." Spera agreed before walking away.

Agaris roughly pet Connor's head tugging at his hair, “Get back to work human, my blade's dry."

“Yes Master," Connor answered quietly before opening his mouth to suckle on the cock and lather it with his saliva so his stroking was smooth and effortless. That however didn't last long as Spera returned with a tray that she laid down on the table. “Here you go Master, your tools."

“Thank you," Agaris answered with a huff as he fished Connor out from under the table and pushed him against the cold surface before dragging off his thong which exposed his bouncing erection. Agaris looked at the vulnerable display and held the cold cup of Cola against his cock. Connor grit his teeth as the cold bite his dick and caused it to retreat, but he did and said nothing as he watched Agaris familiarize himself with tray, before picking up the base ring and slid it into place, a metal ring that shrunk to fit tightly and perfectly. He spit into the metal ribbed cage, and dipped his finger into the metal sheath to lather it up, before pushing it into place. He pushed a lock through the port and turned the key to seal it all in place.

He sat the key on the tray but Connor saw the destructive energy in his eyes as his finger's tensed around the limp metal, he wanted to crush and break the key making the cage a more permanent addition but barely restrained himself before twisting Connor over his knee and pinning him under another, leaving his ass exposed to the rest of the restaurant, as his thick fingers slathered with spit primmed his ass while the nub of a butt plug was pushed into the scissored opening. It wasn't a pleasant experience, the stretched pulled and tugged at his sphincter and made him bite his lip in pain. Then firmly and roughly the plug was shoved home. Connor silently screamed in pain as his finger nails dug into the stone. Tears burned his eyes as he was pulled on to the stallion's lap.

“Can mark him with his failure?" Agaris asked restraining his delight for Connor's pain.

“I thought you might sir, you can use this marker." Spera offered as she handed a black thick chisel tipped marked to the stallion, but before he wrote anything looked up at the doe, “Will this cost anything?"

“It's of no cost, but no runes or magic spells." Spera clarified and Agaris pushed Connor's chest back to stretch him over the table before stretching the skin around his pubic area as he wrote. The cold black oil danced across his skin, and it teased his cock to a constrained pleasure that the stallion approved of in his own cold manner. When he was done he capped the pen, “It won't rub off will it?"

“It's an enchanted ink, it'll stay on the skin as long as needed or until magical salve is used to remove it." Spera explained as Connor sat up to look at his crotch, written in a clean arch around his caged cock was message in Enos, so he couldn't read it, but everyone else could.

“Will that be all sir?" Spera asked as she cleaned up the table, stacking the refuse on the tray as well as taking Connor's underwear.

“Will the plug fall out?"

Spera shook her head, “the base of the plug has runic anchor points once set they require a manager to remove, Master. But here, the plug is a vibrator, I forgot to ask if you wanted it or not so I upgraded it for free. This remote controls how strong shakes." Spera added as she handed over a small black Bluetooth remote.

Agaris picked up the remote and displayed his first physical emotion, confusion, his stagnate face cocked a brow and he glanced at Connor, before pushing a button. The vibrator roared to life and slammed into his prostate, the shock made Connor cry in pleasure and collapse on the table his body stalling as he struggled to breathe as his moans drained his lungs. The glass of cola nearby shattered under Connor's strain and soaked the table in syrup as the vibrator stopped.

Connor curled up, rolling up into a ball on the table as he gathered himself and tried to breathe through is whimpering erection that leaked pre all over his legs, “It's very intense Master, but if you use it too much he can grow numb to it. So if you change between the settings he'll never get used to it." Spera explained as she handed the remote back to the Stallion who only approved, “Do you know where I can get one for my mate?"

“the 'Night's Armory' next door has all toys, gear and supplies we use here Master, so when your done you can go next door and our staff will serve you as best as we can." Spera answered as she helped roll Connor to his feet, and held him up till his legs got their bearings, “Go ahead and clean up the mess and get another cup for your master… can you walk?"

“Yes Mistress," Connor panted, nodding as he stroked the writing to see if it was really permanent and rub the tension from his groin. “Thank you for punishing me Master, I will come back as soon as I can, forgive me." Connor bowed, his mind frazzled by euphoria he was still coming down from,

“You're welcome, now don't keep me waiting. If I go limp before you return, it will get worse." Agaris warned and Connor accepted with a quiet, “yes master," before flicking his wrist and rolling the soft drink into his hand as well as all the glass left behind by the shattered glass. “Mistress where do I take this?"

“There is a strainer in the kitchen above the sink, dump everything in there, the dishwasher will repair the glass." Spera steadied before nudging Connor along.

Connor walked with a broad step because of the plug buried in his ass, but he did his best to at least retain his posture as he relaxed, and just tried to breathe, he leaned on the kitchen sink after dumping everything away. His chest burned and he struggled to keep his eyes open, his mind still trying to reset. “You ok?" the dishwasher asked, a nice but timid looking red head with brightly freckled face and a meek frame.

“I will be, thanks for asking sir." Connor formally replied as he brushed his hair back, “Have a good day."

“I will, just try not to get hurt. Mincridarins don't always have their strength under control when their horny." The red head warned, and Connor nodded, “I know sir, but thanks." Connor finished before standing tall and walking through the rambunctious kitchen and into the dinning hall, where he got a replacement drink for Agaris, before returning to the table sir.

“Sorry about the wait sir," Connor apologized before offering the drink.

Agaris just adjusted himself as he accepted the drink, “just finish what you started before I press the button again." He warned firmly, while Connor bowed in understanding, “yes sir," he limply agreed as he dipped under neath the table and smothered himself with the stallion's balls, kissing them softly before masturbating the shrinking length and kissing it to retain its prominence.

“Would you like to order anything for breakfast Master?" Spera questioned, and Agaris tapped the table, “I heard your omelets are good, so I'll take one of those."

“Would you like a fruit dish or meat?"

“Bacon, Human's always recommend it, I want to see what they're talking about." Agaris answered as he adjusted himself in his seat and kicked up his left leg to cage Connor's head against his cock and right thigh.

“Would you like bread or hay sir?"

“Hay." Agaris brushed off before handing back the menu while Connor lapped at his musky sheath, Connor's hands doing the best they could in the restrained position, fondling his balls and stroking his cock all at the same time.

“I'll get your hay out in a moment Master, please enjoy your purchase while you wait."

“I will." Agaris answered as he tapped the button on the vibrator, causing Connor to bury his face into the stud's loins so no one could hear his moans. Even on a low setting, the vibrator terrorized his nerves and violated his prostate. Connor lost track of time, his memories were a blur of ecstasy that fueled his actions and yet still left him begging for more because his own climax was always out of reach. His back burned and ached; his jaw was sore as he teased the stallion for who knows how long, but eventually Agaris clicked his hooves on the stone bench, his legs shivering as he exhaled a sharp breath. He dug his thumb into Connor's cheek and dragged him away from the sweating musty cock that bounced, a soft jet of white seed splattered onto his shoulder and it's wet warmth felt like candle wax it burned as it seeped down his chest and tickled his side as it rolled down his chest.

Connor swept up the seed with the side of his hand and found himself marveling the seed and how gummy it was, tacky like wet gum but sleek like water. Agaris dropped his cheek and dragged the cup beneath the table and with powerful strokes finished, his seed jumping from the tip of his flared cock that spanned the entire opening creating a partial vacuum that left the glass seemed from the hot white runoff. He rubbed the droplets out like glaze that decorated the top of the half-filled glass. Agaris reached out and dragged Connor up between his legs by the collar of his armor before grabbing his jaw and sinking his fingers into Connor's cheeks he squish Connor's jaw open and slowly started to pour his thick seed down the panting gullet.

Connor swallowed and felt cum glaze his throat, and settle like warm chowder in his stomach, he subsided his own breath so he wouldn't spill anything with his gagging and did his best to just swallow everything. Agaris had no emotion on his face, but there was nothing in Connor that made him think doubt that he was enjoying every moment, he may have been playing high and might, cold and distant but Agaris relished Connor's torment, but that didn't make him cruel, because the moment he was done he slowly let go. No pushing, no degradation, it was more like the scene was complete, “Good work." He praised quietly before fondling his cock and dragging the damp sheath towards Connor, “Can you clean it up?"

“Yes master, thank you for letting me drink you're seed. I've never had something like that before, it tasted delicious sir." Connor agreed, leaning in again to lick the dripping sheath, pre and cum dripping from the shrunken head. But he found himself lost in the heat of the moment and found him kissing the erection like it was a shared French kiss. He hugged Agaris' hips, the stallion petting his head, and ruffling his hair, cleaning it up before tilting Connor's head back and dragging him away, “that's enough." Agaris finished, before getting up leave the table.

Connor dragged himself out from underneath the table, and stretched his strained limbs, “Thank you for coming Master."

“When do you work human?" Agaris asked as he dominated Connor with his body, pushing Connor against the table with his hips, grinding his cock in Connor's stomach. His coarse hands massaged Connor's shoulders and locked him in place.

“If you want to rent snowflake, you can apply for a reservation, but if not, you will have to come in and hope your lucky." Spera interrupted leaning in on the conversation, the stallion barely glanced at Spera before stroking Connor's cheek with his knuckles, “Your owner is lucky to have found you. May the gods Bless your joinning"

“Thank you Master, and don't forget to look at the 'Night's Armory' next door." Connor answered, not even guessing how the Stallion knew, everyone in Sanctuary Hills probably had a vague Idea of who he was by now.

Agaris reached behind Connor and dragged his fingers up the valley between Connor's cheeks and pushed the plug in as he clicked in on for a moment, Connor dripped on to the stallion's legs as he moaned into Agaris' chest, clutching at his fur as the Vibrator claimed all his sense's once again. But the tension subsided after a few seconds, and Connor panted for his robbed breath before bowing to the stallion as best as he could given his position. “Thank you for letting me attend to you today Master Agaris."

The Remote clicked on the table, “We'll meet again, and very soon, Connor." Agaris whispered in Connor's ear before groping his ass, and leaving without much more than another word. Connor's face burned as he loved the warmth that cascade across his Ear but wondered what the Stallion meant, before shaking the though out of his head, he had more pressing things to worry about.

“Are you ok Connor?" Spera asked and Connor nodded, regaining his posture. “Thank you, Mistress."

“Alright, clean the table and wash the floor and benches." Spera directed grabbing Connor's chin, “A mysterious patron extend your punishment, so you'll be stuck in your bindings for another hour."

“They can do that Mistress?" Connor questioned and Spera nodded, leaning into whisper, “That's what it means to be punished, anyone can sponsor it, and extend it; but it's limited to the length of your entire shift."

“I'll be on the other side of the ring, come find me when your finished, so I can check your work." Spera finished before wrapping a gray leather harness around Connor's chest, before clipping it in place. “For your notebook." Spera explained sliding one onto the strap across his harness.

“Thank you, mistress." Connor whispered, gulping down the tacky mess in his throat, before the doe left, trotting away with tantalizing sway of her hips.

Connor went to the galley airlock and grabbed a bucket for dishes and cleaning supplies before coming back to the table to clean up, however he realized one problem when he didn't know where to put the dishes. So he took them directly into the kitchen, and to the dishwasher. “Hey, sorry about this, but I don't know where to put these." Connor apologized as he sat them down by the sink.

The redhead shook his head, “It's fine, but you need to stay out of the kitchen unless your dressed or special circumstance. Ok?" he corrected as he picked up the bin, scolding softly dumping them into hot water. “You can leave the bins on the dividing wall."

“Oh, ok, thanks… What's your name by the way?"

“It's Angus," Connor flinched at the name, “Really?"

“My parents like weird names, and you?" Angus greeted offering his sudsy hand in greeting, Connor more than happily accepted and washed his hands in the aftermath. “Connor, but I got to go, nice to meet you Angus." Connor waved off evaporating the water from his hands before going back out into the dinning hall to finish up cleaning the table.

Tossing a rag away in bin in the Airlock, Connor left to get Spera who was sitting down with a scarred gray wolf, while a female sheep sat timidly by herself just watching everything, her hands stroking the wool clothed groin. “May I interrupt for a moment Sir?" Connor asked and the wolf bore down on Connor with a vengeance but said nothing in retaliation.

“Mistress Spera, I finished, do you need me to do anything else?" Connor questioned and Spera, pulled away, kissing the jawline of the male, “I need to check my apprentices work, let him entertain you in my stead Master."

“Go do your duties," The Wolf ordered with a wave of his hand before glaring at Connor who took her place, “Sorry for the inconvenience sir, how can I best serve you?"

“You smell like you sucked someone's dick?" The wolf countered with no tack and only bitterness, “Let's see if your any good."

“Yes sir," Connor answered as he leaned down and laid his head between the splayed thighs and licked at the dark sheath and sucked on the tip to draw out the lipstick trapped inside. While Connors head below the table he looked across the way to see the sheep's legs groin wrapped in metal, a chastity belt that she fumbled with, grinding it into her hands. “You smell amazing sir, better than the stallion I was just with." Connor distinctly added shooting in the dark.

“Really?" The Wolf asked, allowing Connor to stroke his ego, “Yes sir, the stallion may have been big, but his musk was, lean. It smelled clean, simple… but yours, it's thicker, warmer, it's just amazing sir." Connor breathed, as he continued to draw out the dick, and the wolf seemed to appreciate the praise as he rubbed Connor's shoulder. “I didn't think a human had strong enough sense of smell to know what a real male smells like."

“We don't sir, and isn't that even more amazing, you just smell strong." Connor continued as he adjusted himself, rolling himself up higher on the lap so his hands become free and fondle the gray pouch thick with sweat, before masturbating the sheath the drag everything out even more.

“Snowflake I need you to correct something." Spera interrupted with a soft tone.

“Your bitch is fine right where he is, you can fix the mistake." The wolf corrected fiercely, holding down Connor's shoulder, while Spera bowed her head, “Of course sir, please enjoy him till your satisfied."

“Sir, can I ask why the female's loins are caged?" Connor asked glancing up at the wolf as he licked the bent tip.

“Because she deserves it, just like you apparently, biting your guest?" The Wolf answered as he rolled his hand across Connor's hip, before crawling his fingers down to twist Connor's hips up so he can read the writing. “Can I ask what she did to shame you sir?" Connor probed as he kissed the wolf's balls in full view.

“She is nothing but a weakling that doesn't deserve such pleasure, the only thing she's good for is her coin purse." The wolf exhaled with a smile clearly enjoying the fact that he could tease his mate, and as he berated the sheep, her actions became distinctly agitated, and her fingers dug in deeper to her crotch as she softly whined for release. Connor sat up but kept masturbating the wolf, “Is your mate a cuck sir?"

“Cuck?" The Wolf asked intrigued by the slur, his warm wrapping around Connor's shoulders.

“Well a cuck is someone who enjoys seeing their mate, mount another… and never them. Someone who loves being completely inferior to their mate?" Connor asked glancing across the table, waiting for the sheep's response, who crumpled under the heavy gaze of the wolf.

The softest “yes," was whispered shamefully across the table, and Connor smiled as he got up from the table and grabbed the sheep's upper arm, before dragging her out of the booth and pushing her down beside her mate, before slipping down underneath the table. The wolf was to curious to stop anything and moaned softly with a smile as he felt Connor start to suck on his erection. Connor reached out and tugged at the sheep's wrist and dragged her down before grabbing her neck and pushing her down against the wolf's lap so that her nose was just beside the erection, she could smell and see everything, and the shame burned in her eyes as he free hand tugged at her groin.

The wolf loved every moment of his mate's shame and reinforced it by grabbing her head and holding it in place, “You really are pathetic, you'd never be able to satisfy me like this human can. A human does a better job than you ever did, how does it feel to be worse than a human?" His comments were racist, and the wolf was clearly self-entitled, but it wasn't Connor's place to jump in and correct him, after all this was exactly what the ewe wanted, because she was stroking her cage even harder, and she couldn't take her eyes off the bouncing knot. Her snorted exited breaths only stifled everything, and warmed up the cramped environment.

Connor grabbed her muzzled when it dared to open and lick the cock, he cut off her pursuit, and glared at her, “What do you think you're doing? I'm the one serving your mate not you. Got it?" The Sheep nodded and Connor let her go and went back to lapping at the stiff bone, with a bit of protective energy, glancing up at the wolf who looked happily surprised, before swinging up his right leg onto the bench to stretch his groin and give his mate a better view, as well as a stronger whiff of his musk, which made her limp forward till her nose was right under his balls. She silently begged for permission, but tried to reach out and lick his balls until Connor capped her muzzle again, and pushed her head back.

“Human, I'm close." The Wolf notified as he fish hooked Connor's jaw with his left hand and dragged him back, his thumb pry Connor's mouth open and his climax erupted, the cock bounced and fired the first few rounds into his lips before his mouth was capped with the wolf's thumb. Restraining his next load for a second to build up the release the wolf let go and his cock shot a jet of cum that pelted Connor's forehead and dripped down his face and across his left eye and cheek.

“Swallow." He ordered, but Connor looked up at him with his one open eye, “I already did sir."

“Prove it bitch?" The wolf demaned and Connor leaned forward and opened his empty throat. He smiled, and tapped Connor's chin up, “Thank you for letting me taste your cum sir, it's juicy and it cleaned my throat of that stallion's seed."

“Good, I hope you remember what it feels like to taste a real male."

“I will sir… can I clean my face?" Connor asked and the wolf nodded, then with that permission Connor buried his face in the sheep's naked breasts, and rubbed the cum off his face and into her fur. “There, enjoy your mate's scent…" Connor then grabbed her muzzle, and shared a kiss, “And there, have a taste, it's not likely you'll ever get to drink his seed like I can."

The sheep fondled her damp breasts and tried to pry her fingers into the lip of her cage, but her struggles were futile, she'd never get the release she wanted, and she moaned, whimpering painfully looking up at her mate for release that he turned away from when he felt Connor lean on his knee. “I hope you enjoyed that sir."

“I wouldn't have let your drink it if I didn't," he pet with a worth while smile.

“Can you honor me with your name sir?" Connor begged and the male laughed, nodding, “Romulus."

“Really? I think I heard of that somewhere?" Connor noted and the Wolf raised a brow.

“Really?"

“Yeah, Romulus was the name one of the first mythological founders of roman, one of the greatest empires in europe." Connor explained, before smiling, “I wounder if you'll live up to the name sir."

“I hope I do, or I would forever shame my father?" Romulus sighed with a painful smile as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Whose you're father sir, If I may ask?" Connor asked as he wrapped his arms across Romulus knee's.

“Calance Don Wolfric, the king of Mincara." Romulus introduced, and Connor shuddered under the realization, and his body burned with shame, he had just given the prince of Mincara a blowjob and insulted his mate, maybe a daughter of some high-class noble.

“I'm sorry sir… I didn't know who you were, please forgive me."

“Apologize for nothing human, you served me well, and I will notify Ravinith that I hope to meet you again when I come back to America." Romulus waved off, his demeanor changing drastically as if a light switched had been toggled, he spoke cleanly, respectfully and his posture straightened.

“I hope to not overstep my station sir, but can I ask why you came to America in the first place?" Connor asked keeping his eyes low as a sign of respect.

“We were here to attend the Pride Festival and less entertaining duties." Romulus answered as he pulled his mate up into his chest and let her rest her exhausted head against his shoulder.

“Wait, you were going to be there… I… I actually had one of the VIP passes, I was going to attend the festival. But I also had my first date with my mate that weekend so I never got to go… I guess in this case it was probably for the better." The sheep tapped Connor's nose, “He's cute, can we keep him?"

“I have enough concubines back at the palace." Romulus corrected dragging his mate's extended arm around his waist. “But none like him Romi, no one is feisty enough to be any fun." Romulus pet the sheep's muzzle to silence her, “I know Tana, but he's not for sale, he's not even a real slave." Romulus corrected speaking so simply about slavery and ownership, the sheer simplicity of their conversation really driving home how common slavery really was back on Ecorein.

“Connor, would to be available to attend a private party this Saturday?" Romulus offered and Connor shuddered under the idea, but smiled, “I don't know if I'm trained well enough for such an event sir… and I work that day sir." Connor evaded as competently as he could.

“You are a competent enough concubine, and the party will be here so I'll have Ravinith arrange it." Romulus waved off before getting a warm grumbling praise from his mate who cuddled into his neck. “Thank you Romi."

“In that case, I guess I can't really refuse sir." Connor shuddered with a smile, his heart raced in a panic that he hid behind trained compliance.

“Then I will see you there," Romulus finished as he nodded for his mate to move, he was leaving but before he could move Connor stopped him by grabbing his hip. “Sir… I um before you go… can I get your autograph? My mate will never believe this happened unless I have proof." Connor begged, retracting his hands and holding them in his lap.

“Come with me." Romulus breathed, a faint smile crossing his muzzle as he pushed his mate forward, before helping Connor stand, Spera quickly entered the fray, “Are you finished Sir?"

“For now, do you have a marker?" Romulus asked and Spera reached between her breasts and offered it to him, “Here you go sir."

Romulus uncapped the pen, and grabbed connor's left arm, holding it steady he flourished the chisel tipped across the veins, and signed his name in what appeared to be Enos. “There, will that be enough or would you like me to write a letter to your mate as well?"

“Sir?" Spera questioned as Romulus capped the marker and tugged at Spera's harness to drag her forward before pushing it up between her legs and deep inside, all the way to the knuckle. His fingers were dripping wet when he cleaned them off on Tana's ass. Spera grit her teeth and smiled, as Romulus, glanced at Connor. “have a good day human."

“You too sir, may the gods always be with you."

Romulus smirked, “And with you as well." He finished before guiding his mate away with a regal pride. Connor could feel Spera's glare burning down into his back, but didn't say anything as they were still in the dinning hall instead, she wrapped her arm around his and dragged him away and back into the locker room where she shut the door, at which point Connor's façade shattered and he started to hyperventilate and express panic, he hugged himself and from what seemed like rage turned into confusion then concern, that everyone shared as they looked at the human pace back and forth.

“Connor… are you ok?" Spera asked, and Connor whimpered tears burning his eyes.

“Romulus just insisted that I be on staff during the private party, and I don't know what to do. I'm definilty not ready for something like that, but Romulus is the prince of Mincara and he's asking for me personally. You don't turn something like that down." Connor exhaled as he sat down and just tightened his hold around himself his right foot pouncing on the ground in a panic.

A bull sauntered out of the bathroom with a towel around his neck, “What about Romulus?"

“Romulus just invited the human to the private party." A monkey answered, sitting on the bench beside Connor who instantly clung to her waist when she touched him. She rolled her hand through his hair before looking up at Spera, “Is there something you can do?"

“Well the Lord Minor might be able to, but it is still partially Connor's choice if what he says is true…. Connor you do have a choice, you can say no." Spera assured but Connor breathed, “Would you?" Connor countered looking over his shoulder at Spera, who instantly fell silent.

“Nothing is set in stone quite yet, until we know for certain-." A wall phone rang beside the shower, the bull picked it up, “No sir, she's in here with Connor… of course, I'll tell them both sir." He hung up the phone and shook his head, “It's real, he's not lying, Prince Romulus has declared that he wants to rent Connor as a personal concubine for the night, and The Lord Minor wants to talk to you both right now."

The room went completely silent, the shock and surprise completely smothering everyone's breath and conversation, until Spera exhaled and came to Connor's side, “We should go talk to the Lord Minor Connor, and figure out what to do next."

“Yes Ma'am." Connor breathed, as he accepted the help to stand, and leaned on her for support so he could regain his composure and steady himself long enough until they got to the office. Ravinith was already standing in front of the desk when they entered, a riding crop snapped in his hands when the door clicked shut, flakes of metal scattered to the floor around his face.

“Spera why in all creation did you think it was appropriate to leave Connor alone with the Prince of Mincara!" He roared throwing the refuse at the floor, the cracked metal plunged into the floor like knives in sand, before steam rolling up into Spera with a rhino's ferocity, pushing her against the wall so hard it cracked.

Spera crumpled and kept her head low, “Please forgive me Lord Minor, I didn't think things would get out of hand."

“Connor is your assistant! He's job right now is to live in your shadow Spera and copy you!" Ravinith pressed as he pointed at Connor with a deadly claw, “He is not meant supposed to be mating with the damn guests!" Ravinith exploded his fur erupting in to a bloom of fire that cloaked his entire body.

“We tried to deter guests but they asked for him specifically, you always say were supposed to obey every command." Spera cringed, as Ravinith retracted his hand from her chest, still seething.

“We?" he demanded to know who else was involved.

“Varis, he tried to double the prices of interaction as a deterrent, but the client still complied to pay four hundred and forty dollars, and then thirty more to rent toys for the hour." Spera answered with a free breath, keeping her head low as she struggled to keep her hands behind her when such a violent ferocity was still standing in front of her.

Ravinith clutched the side of his head, and snorted fire as he exhaled, the cloak of fire fading to a smolder that just highlighted his fur in an orange haze. “And then you left him alone with Romulus… why?" He interrogated, crossing his arms as he waited for an answer.

“Connor was just cleaning table, I left him there because I saw how talented he was with his first client. I've never seen such talent in a recruit before, and I wouldn't have done it for anyone else. It was just minute maybe more, I was just checking how well he had cleaned the table; it was spotless by the way." Spera fearfully praised glancing at Connor to prove her words sincere before closing her eyes to wait for more punishment.

“So when you told me that I had made a mistake that was just to drag me away?" Connor quietly asked and Spera nodded, “I tried to separate Connor and the Prince sir, but he was insistent, and I'm sure if I had pressed, he would have contacted you to demand the same thing anyways. So, I did my best to just stay close and watch, to make sure nothing happened or that Connor didn't insult the Prince by accident. Master Ravinith, they were thinking of buying Connor."

Ravinith's fur turned to smoke at Spera last comment, and he glanced at Connor in confusion, “What did… what did you think you did that impressed the Prince so greatly?"

“I treated his mate like a beta cuck." Connor reluctantly answered, and Ravinith's silent stare asked for more information. “I took a shot in the dark, when I was sucking the prince's dick, I saw that his mate was in a chastity belt, and she seemed to enjoy watching me please her mate. So I played with the idea, and it worked. Tana… I don't know what noble rank she is, is submissive to the Prince, she gets off on watching him satisfy himself with other instead of her, but more than that she also appears to like being degraded, mocked and humiliated. So when I started roleplaying to fit the scene, I think the prince enjoyed the change of pace because I don't think anyone on staff would have dared to do what I did." Connor explained, before taking a breath, “Tana said she liked how feisty I was and she was the one who proposed the idea to buy me."

“I heard the same sir." Spera added and then there was only silence as Ravinith rounded his desk and sat down. “That was dangerous game you played Connor, but the Prince and 'Lord' Tana, but loved what you did and they want to rent you for a private event this Saturday. Do you think you can do it?" Ravinith asked and Connor shook his head.

“I don't think I'm trained well enough for something like that sir." Connor admitted and Ravinith gestured to the chairs in front of his desk, “Sit, both of you." They both reluctantly sat down, “Connor, why do you think you can't do this?" Ravinith questioned calmly and quietly, his ferocity all but gone.

“I just started my slave training with Banavi sir, at most I've learned how work on a schedule, cook and clean, obey commands, but Banavi never got around to teaching me Enos, or anything about nobles and families, it's something he always planned to do but we just never got around to it. And he has to make up a lot of work because of all the time to time he took off to help me settle in, and stuff. I didn't even know the Prince of Mincara was called Romulus. A party is just different kind of work compared to what Banavi has been training me for. That's what scares me, I don't want to insult high ranking nobles and get kicked out of sanctuary hills, or worse 'Accidently' killed in a sparring match because I had insulted them. I feel like I might be overextending myself, and it might be overthinking it but my life could very well be one the line. By now the hunter's have probably heard of me, and sanctuary hills is probably the only thing keeping me safe now." Connor thoroughly explained, expressing himself completely until he had nothing left to say, he just waited for Ravinith's response which came after a breath.

“Connor, I understand your fears, and I respect them completely, to know your limits is important, but I'm in a rough position because they believe you already agreed to go. If you back out now it makes you look dishonest and those that trained you incompetent, and I hired you to work here. The Cavern is supposed to be a place of premium service, it could look bad for business to, so what can I offer you to make you at least content enough to try?" Ravinith firmly offered, his stance clearly defined much to Connor's discomfort who nodded in understanding.

“I need help sir," Connor started, and Ravinith nodded, “Yes we covered that already Connor, but what kind of help?"

“A crash course in noble etiquette, I need to learn the basics of how to act, and I need help understanding what my duties would actually be…. And I want Spera to be there." Connor started glancing at Spera, Ravinith waved off the last comment, “She'll already be attending, and I'll be there too. I'm actually a part of the meeting. But is that all?"

“Overtime hours?"

“It's a private event, that is already standard." Ravinith sighed, and Connor silently nodded kind of at a loss for ideas, “I don't know sir."

“Fine, if you don't atrociously ruin the event, I will personally get you a special gift as compensation, alright?" Ravinith proposed to finish the conversation, Connor quietly accepted, “Yeah, ok."

Ravinith sighed, “Connor, I promise to do what I can to protect you if anything happens, ok?"

Connor nodded, “Thank you sir."

“Good, both of you are off duty till this weekend, I want you to take this time seriously, especially you Spera. I'm putting you in charge of his training, just tell me what you need and I'll arrange it." Ravinith exhaled as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his legs.

“Well need dossiers on everyone attending the event, that's what I need sir."

“Wait… What about my client… I know I'm supposed to see someone today?" Connor asked and Ravinith sighed, “If you want to insist on retaining the meeting, that's fine. Spera can use it for training, but till then. I want you to be training."

“Of course, sir, that'll be fine. Thank you for your time Lord Minor." Spera finished, getting up from the chair, gesturing for Connor to follow, which he did, bowing in respect. “Thank you for everything Master Ravinith." Ravinith said nothing and just waved them off, and when the door clicked shut Spera breathed, exhaling and looking down at Connor before shaking her head. “Come on, you're going to live with me till Saturday."

“I really should call my owner." Connor countered and Spera relented, and just put a hand on Connor's back to usher him forward, and towards the locker room where the monkey from before jumped up to her feet to greet them, “God's above I thought he'd roast you Spera; what did the Lord Minor say?" The monkey asked, petting Connor's cheek, and smiling down at him before turning towards Spera for answers. “He enforced the Prince's wishes, like I thought he would."

“That's horrible, Connor, little guy, are you ok?" The Monkey pressed pulling Connor into hug, which he happily returned. “It's alright, we've got your back, you're one of us after all." She assured with a soft-spoken push so Connor could see he soft reassuring smile. “So what now? Are you going to take a break or go back to work?"

Spera shook her head, “Ravinith ordered us off so I can train Connor as much as I can before the event."

“Sorry about your hours." Connor quietly apologized and Spera shook her head, “I'll be fine, the pay is better than you think it is. Just go call your owner," she pushed sending Connor off, and gesturing to the phone, “Press seven, to dial out of the lounge." Connor exhaled to steady his breath, before picking up the phone and dialing Banavi's cell, it beeped softly, and Banavi picked up on the second.

“Connor what's wrong, your emotions are a mess; I was in the middle of meeting when you started panicking?" Banavi asked quietly and Connor leaned up against the wall, staring at the signature on his arm just to anchor him to reality, “I sucked Prince Romulus' dick today." Connor started, and there was only silence as if Banavi was waiting for a punch line that didn't exist. “And he wants to rent me for the night. So I'm going to live with my manager for a couple of days to try and prepare for it… I won't be home until Sunday most likely. I had him sign my arm as proof, I'll send you a picture as soon as I get my phone." Connor felt a large hand grab his arm, the bull examined the signature and showed it to everyone in the room quietly.

“Hand me to this manager." Banavi exhaled, audibly stressed, but Connor turned towards Spera, “He wants to talk to you."

Spera traded places with Connor the bull still examining the arm, “Are you going to turn this into a permanent tattoo? It'd be pretty cool trophy."

“I normally don't like permanent things like that, but I want too; how many people can say they got signed by the prince? but I'd rather get through this party and see how I do before I commit to something like that." Connor agreed as the bull just shook his head in amazement, “Damn you're lucky."

“By the way, what's your name?" Connor asked when his arm was finally relinquished.

“Canos." The bull greeted with a bow,

“I'm Connor, by the way." Canos shook his head, and walked to a nearby locker, “I know, just no one really cared, because we don't expect you to last till the end of the week. We're still taking bets to see how long you last." Canos pointed out, gesturing to a calendar on the wall above the phone filled with initials.

A tiger growled in protest, “You're not supposed to tell him, now you skewed the winnings, he might just stick around just to spite us." The tiger scratched his brow with two fingers. Connor looked at the calendar closer, quiet a few signatures were written on Saturday and Sunday, and the first couple of days after, while after that they became dotted across the rest of the days. “Is it really bad?" Connor asked looking back at Canos who slipped into a jock strap that did little to hide the actual mass of meat between his legs.

“We just don't expect you to stay, this job isn't meant for everyone, especially humans, it's surprisingly dangerous. I've got you pegged for two weeks," Canos finished as he tapped connor's Infusion vest with his knuckle, “I'd love to be proven wrong. But see you later, I'm out fuckers, good morning." Canos finished with a strong 'bird' to the tiger who returned the human gesture, “Fuck you later."

The moment Canos left, the phone hung up, “Your owner is very protective."

“I am his property, and mate after all." Connor smiled, as he tapped the Aranium around his neck. “But, I left pretty much everything I own up at the front desk, so we can leave once we get the Dossier's."

“Give me a second to get my stuff, I'll get the dossiers from the Lord Minor." Spera nodded before walking to a locker by the make-up mirror, but she paused and looked at Connor, “Do you want me remove the tools?" Connor looked down at himself and at his bound loins and shamefully smiled, “I forgot I was even wearing it," He softly laughed, “Yes please." Spera waved Connor over as she dug into the valley between her breasts, her hand partially disappearing until it pulled out a small silver key, tugging at the loop around Connor's cock she removed the lock pin, and let it fall apart in her hands. Grabbing Connor, she swiped her finger across the base of the plug before tugging it out, making Connor groan into Spera's shoulder as his ass now felt empty, and strangely enough he wished he almost had the plug back in because now he just felt slightly incomplete. “Thank you, Mistress."

Spera rolled her eyes ignoring his comment before turning away to open her locker and drop the toys inside the crate with heavy thuds, “At least you keep your butt clean."

“I gave myself an enema last night, just to be safe Mistress." Connor admitted as he sat down on the dividing bench to wait. “You're very obedient." The monkey interrupted leaning on Connor's back, her arms wrapping around his neck, “How are you feeling? You look a little better." She asked with soft motherly tones.

Connor exhaled and rubbed his sore heart, “I'm still scared, but I'm still trying to smile because I want to try and do this; Prince Romulus did ask for me personally after all and as a concubine it feels like a great honor." The Monkey nuzzled Connor's cheek and cradled his head against her shoulder, “You're so cute, I really hope you stay." She cooed before fixing his hair.

“What's your name by the way Ma'am?" Connor wondered, and the monkey adjusted herself so she sat on the bench beside him, but inverted so they could look at one another. “Suna Dana, I work the night shift, so we'll see each other during shift changes."

Connor hugged Suna, “Thank you helping me Suna." Connor whispered, and the monkey's tail flared, softly squealing as she hugged back, “You're so cute." But she steadied her breath before pulling away to rub Connor's cheek, “You're welcome."

“Come on kid, we can leave." Spera interrupted as she closed her locker, “Clock out." She finished as she fit her chest into a compact sport's bra.

Connor slipped himself free of Suna's grasp, “Yes Mistress." He obeyed, undressing even, before meeting Spera by the door, who wrapped her arm around his left arm and directed him away with her head held high. They walked to the podium where the Falcon said nothing, and instead just grabbed an un marked file box from a nearby side table beside him and dropped it into Spera's arms before dipping his beak down to go back to work. Spera rolled the box to her shoulder and just pushed Connor along, directing forward with a consistent pressure until they got to the front desk and grabbed their clothes.