FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(Commission for PanzerMaus. As with the last, stick with it. It's only heterosexual for about 1/5th of the story.)

Morgan couldn't take his passenger's warning seriously. 'Beware of brothels in the Silver City; not everyone is as they seem. If you're not careful, you'll disappear into the night.' Bah. Visiting every brothel along the Zin river was somewhat of a hobby for Morgan; he wouldn't let some crone's shaky warning and nonsensical blathering about monsters and magic ruin his fun. He worked hard carrying goods from city to city, and he deserved to relax and release some stress into the talented hole of an experienced whore.

Dropping the crone off on the edge of the city, Morgan maintained a polite facade, all smiles, but as soon as she tottered off, he breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing into his seat and flicking the reins to start his horses on their way. The sun was beginning to set, and if he wanted to beat the rush of working men to the most popular whores, he needed to deliver his cartload of spices before it reached the horizon. Early on, he learned that regulars would immediately rush the doors as soon as the working day ended, and he didn't want to be stuck with the more seasoned older prostitutes.

Heaving sack after sack from his cart and trying his best to ignore the awakening pulse in his pants, he delivered his bulkiest load of trade goods in months. Tipping his hat and flashing his sweat-drenched ebony hair when the shop owner handed him a wad of currency, he thanked the short, balding man.

Carefully maneuvering himself back into his seat while attempting to adjust his half-hard cock, he sighed dreamily, urging his horses toward the stable. It was time for his favorite part of any journey. A hungry mouth, slick cunt, or tight ass bouncing on his cock with a staggering amount of wine poured down his throat. If he was lucky, he might even manage to snag the VIP treatment, with a back room and a night-long pass to empty his balls.

Pushing his way through the carousing crowd to the brightly lit sign proclaiming 'Women, young and old, ready to please.' with a stylized bare-breasted woman with red lips blowing a kiss at the viewer, Morgan took in the intoxicating aroma of a bustling whorehouse. His kind of atmosphere. Sweet musk, cigarettes, wine, and the fertile perfume of a freshly seeded whore, panting and broken upon a masculine spire. Perfection.

Cheap whores bobbed their heads in shady corners, gagging on unwashed masculinity, and dancers waved ornate fans in an enticing dance, covering their nudity strategically and pandering to drunken, hooting men, but Morgan sought a more refined experience. Winding his way through bare-breasted women and hungry drunk men, he found the proprietor in her seat at the back, clearing his throat to catch her attention.

"Well, hello there, handsome boy. What's a fine young man like you doing in this place?" Fanning herself in a way that wobbled her prodigious breasts, nearly flopping them free of their lacy prison, the scantily dressed madam hid her face behind the fan, batting her eyelashes coyly. "I assume you don't want to buy MY services, so you must be looking for the full experience. A little relaxation away from prying eyes~?"

"Yes, ma'am. I hope to spend the night with a woman of particular talents." Unfolding a portion of his money, he set it down in front of the woman, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "Preferably a woman with small breasts and an eager touch. Closer to my age than not, with a smaller stature." Of all the bodies he'd sampled, the best were always those he could lift with one hand, though it was a hard bargain if you weren't willing to settle for the more unsavory, illegal establishments. Still, it was worth it to be sure he was burying himself in a woman, not a girl.

"Well, aren't you a lusty scoundrel? I like a man that knows what he wants." Quick as a flash of lightning, the woman dragged his money across the table, tucking it into her bosom and winking at Morgan. "I have just the girl for you. She's new, but I've never seen someone as hungry for male attention as she is. Please follow me. I'll send her in with some choice drinks." Hopping off her stool, she beckoned, leading Morgan into the back of the establishment and through a paper screen into a small room with a lowered table surrounded by cushions.

Taking a seat on the floor in front of the table and drumming his fingers on it, Morgan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his free hand rubbing his cock through his pants. In his more innocent days, he would strip before the girl even arrived, but there was something perversely powerful about watching her eyes widen when she saw his endowment. He was proud of his cock, and though he knew prostitutes were prone to exaggeration, he'd like to think he'd given many a lady of the night a limp with his size. At the very least, she'd have an ache to remember him.

Her dainty hands cradled a bottle of spirits against her breast as the most ethereal creature Morgan had ever seen stepped through the sliding screen. With skin like fresh, undyed silk and long, beautiful dark red, she floated inside, taking over the room with her presence despite never saying a word. Arcane violet eyes flashed as her gaze lit over Morgan. He felt a strange hunger emanating from her, her expressionless face giving him the impression that she would eat him if he lowered his guard, like some mythical witch in a children's tale. Even the blood-red shade of her lips screamed danger, despite their dainty size. Yet, somehow, he wasn't afraid.

Morgan's cock surged at her appearance, straining against his pants as if it had a mind of its own. Her mysterious expression brought about thoughts of cracking its serenity, of making her moan and scream his name. Why waste time on wine and spirits when he could drink in her beauty? Like a child eager to unwrap their name-day gifts, he could barely contain his excitement, his heart pounding. His fingers twitching with the desire to rip her pretty, eastern-themed dress and see the fertile ground beneath, he nearly reached out but was stopped by her icy gaze.

Setting aside the bottle, the ethereal woman gathered fabric in petite, well-manicured fingers, releasing one creamy shoulder, then another, revealing the gentle swell of soft breasts that barely stood out from a pleasantly lean body. Stepping out of her flowing silk dress, she exposed a clean-shaven pussy with just the right amount of plumpness to its lips, its pretty pink pearl peeking and begging for attention.

Fuck. Barely able to think and fixated on the woman's core, Morgan gave up any pretense of gentlemanly behavior, dragging his pants down to his knees and hunching over the woman's naked beauty. Splitting her thighs with his hips, he slotted his manhood against her sex, his mouth seeking one rosy nipple and biting it with all the ferocity of a wolf mating with a bitch. With something so sinfully soft within reach, there was no time for foreplay, not a second to waste on gentlemanly decorum. All that was left was heat, hardness, and desire.

Wet, silken heat beckoned him into the woman's core, accepting his first thrust to the hilt despite her virginal appearance. Without a sound, she cradled him to her breast, her legs trapping him with a strangely powerful grip. Tight, dripping wetness suckled his shaft as though a hungry mouth sought his seed and sharp fingernails trailed over his back, cutting her mark into his flesh while she demanded his animalistic devotion with every part of her. Her stoic demeanor was far from shy, her silence demanding more, faster, rougher as if screaming, 'break me, drag my voice from my breast, and set me free.'

Balls slapping against growing wetness and cock singing with pleasure that Morgan had never felt before, he worshipped at the woman's altar, his resolve weakening and his stomach tightening with a telltale twist. With a bellow like an angry bull, he sheathed himself to the hilt, shuddering as his cock violently erupted, painting the woman's inner walls in his approval. An embarrassingly quick finish that left him drained and panting, but not one that Morgan regretted. With such a delicious creature at his beck and call, he'd be able to go all night until his legs gave out.

Tearing him away from his eager suckling, the prostitute finally broke her silence, one hand cradling Morgan's cheek and lifting his head from her breast. "You'll do." She spoke in a masculine, deep voice, her eyes flashing with supernatural light and her mouth splitting in an unnaturally wide, toothy smile full of sharp, pearlescent canine teeth. Far from the dulcet tones he expected, her sudden demeanor change awakened a primal disgust in Morgan.

Trapped by supernatural strength, Morgan tried to free himself, but his struggles weakened, his widened eyes drifting closed. Weight dragged him down as though he hadn't slept for weeks, and his body sagged against the monstrous woman, his vision fading to pinpoints of violet light before darkening completely, his brain screaming at him to run while his body wouldn't cooperate.

A soft, repeated slap against Morgan's cheek roused him from his unnatural slumber. Opening his eyes slowly, he found the prostitute straddling his waist, her terrifying smile still chilling his soul. Weakness kept him in place but allowed him to look around while a strange glow covered the walls, like an arcane cage encasing the room.

"Oh, don't worry, tender morsel. I won't harm you unless you beg me to." Skin rippling in an unsettling wave, she shook, her body swelling from its petite form into something muscled and fur-covered. Creamy white skin morphed into umber fur while her hair retreated into her scalp, replaced by two pointed ears, and her feminine features took on a distinctly masculine tilt.

Soon, in place of the maiden that drew Morgan's attention, a monstrous fox sat, his heavy rear pressing Morgan into the wood below. His body seemed more at home on a seasoned soldier, but his rump would put most plump milkmaids to shame, and masculine manhood jutted perversely from his groin, spilling from a leathery sheath and dripping like a leaking tap.

"W-What? How?" Trying desperately to squirm, Morgan felt a visceral disgust rippling through him. He smelled unwashed, filthy, and sweat-drenched, as though he spent hours basking in the underclothes of a portly workman. The creature's balls were resting on his stomach, and Morgan's cock disappeared between the cheeks of a heavily furred rump, soft and frightened like the rest of his body, retreating from the bestial stink and pining for the embrace of feminine wiles. Did he fuck this monster? She felt so real, but now she was very clearly a male.

"How? Oh, dear sweet morsel, you allowed yourself to think with your cock rather than your brain. There's not a human alive that wouldn't sense my presence and flee, but let me guess. You glimpsed my hunger and assumed it was desire? Smelled my scent but attributed it to your manliness? Heard my conspicuous silence and assumed it was reverence for your manhood?" Opening his mouth, drool dripping from his daggerlike teeth, the shapeshifter trailed his vile tongue along Morgan's neck, then smeared his face with its noxious drool like a street mutt eager to greet those that feed it.

Silent and disgusted, Morgan squirmed away from the steaming heat of that maw. A scent so powerful that he couldn't take a breath without searing his lungs rolled from the fox monster in waves, like unwashed masculinity mixed with a peculiar spiciness. His vision blurred by watering eyes; the human tried to wish away his situation, feeling sure that his flesh would feel the sting of teeth. At least if it ate him, he could escape the shame of mating with this foul creature.

Instead, that sloppy canine tongue followed the movement of his face, pressing against his lips and smearing them with heavy, thick drool. Worming its way past his tightly clenched lips, it tainted the inside of his mouth, resisting his biting teeth as though unbothered. Inch by inch, it split his lips, working his jaw open until his throat felt the bulky ribbon's slow lap, his face engulfed in a tilted muzzle.

Struggling as best as he could, Morgan groaned out his displeasure, though, with every thrust of the fox's tongue, he could feel his brain growing cloudy, his cock twitching as though it couldn't decide whether he liked his situation. Forced to swallow to avoid drowning, he downed what felt like cups of fox drool, his mouth sticky with its vile remnants. His only saving grace was that the fox's breath didn't match his rank odor, smelling of nothing save a mild sweetness.

"Mmm. Such a sweet, pure soul, with the right amount of darkness to add depth of flavor." Licking his chops, the fox took Morgan's sputtering face into one paw, his long claws digging into the human's cheeks like knife tips. "I'll offer you a choice, my beautiful morsel. Pledge yourself to me, give up your soul willingly to serve me, or deny me my due and suffer the consequences."

Coughing indignantly, Morgan spat the fox's flavor, attempting to save face. "I refuse. You can't have my soul. Kill me or let me go." Spitting his words, he tried to show all the ferocity he could in the face of the monstrous fox, despite his vulnerable position. His soul was his own, and he wouldn't give it up so easily.

"Exactly what I was hoping you'd say. It's always so much more fun to break those that resist." Lifting his weight from Morgan's midsection, the fox took hold of a massive sheath, stroking a pointed member from within its fleshy confines. A heated rain of arousal dripped from its tip, sliming the human's chest as the fox contemplated his prone form. "I know exactly how to break mouthy prey like you. I've yet to meet a meal that didn't enjoy themselves."

Turning to reveal his wobbling, exaggerated rump, the fox lifted his tail, slowly lowering himself until he kneeled above Morgan's face, his stench growing more pronounced. "First, let's give you a nice, deep breath of your new master's scent. No better way to get to know a canine~." With a mocking singsong tone, the fox buried Morgan's face between his cheeks, leaving him face to face with an equine-like hole with a puffy rim and glistening sweat dripping from its surface.

Raw masculinity gagged Morgan on his first breath, and breathing through his mouth did nothing to mitigate the stench, forcing him to hold his breath in the dank, moist valley between those cheeks. Holding out until his lungs screamed at him and his vision darkened, he had to settle for shallow breaths, his eyes watering as the fox invaded every inch of his brain with powerful musk. His only saving grace was the fox's rear seemed relatively clean, free of anything worse than sweat and natural odor.

"That's it. Deeper. Do you feel that tingling sensation starting in the back of your brain? That's my influence, worming its way past your defenses. It'll be so much easier if you just let go and breathe deep, but your squirming is just so exciting. Struggle valiantly for me." Adding to the pool of slimy precum marking Morgan's chest and stomach, the fox lowered himself further, bringing his glistening, puckering hole closer to the human's face until Morgan could feel the intense heat radiating from its soft surface.

Head spinning and eyes streaming from the intensity of the shapeshifter's scent, Morgan twisted his head from side to side, trying desperately to get a breath of fresh air. Strangely, with each breath he drew, it was easier to breathe, growing less harsh until Morgan could breathe normally, blinking his surprise. There was almost an alluring, hypnotic effect growing with each sniff, and he increasingly found himself fixating on the sweat-dripping rim above him. Did it always look so inviting? How would it feel against his face? Would the fox let him taste it? Increasingly lewd thoughts filled his mind, sending steely hardness through his cock as he willingly drew closer, the tip of his nose nearly touching the object of his growing devotion.

"Deep breaths, morsel. How else can you grow acquainted with your new master? I have no name, but there's no mistaking my scent, and you'll learn to recognize me through that alone. In the meantime, perhaps Masaru shall suffice. It's an old name from a forgotten life, but it's better than nothing." Finally shoving his weight down to mash Morgan's nose against his gloriously soft pucker, the fox flopped the underside of his canine cock against the human's stomach, growling approvingly.

Growing bolder with every breath, Morgan rested his cheek against Masaru's hole, huffing greedy breaths of fox musk and marking himself with sweat. With every worshipping sniff, he felt his arms losing their weakness, letting him embrace the fox's ass as, shaking with desire, he brought his tongue to bear, simply resting it against the clenching hole in front of him and tasting a rolling drip of sweat. Heat and musk called, begging him to lick, but something stopped him. He needed permission, needed to hear Masaru's orders.

"You may lick. Master's hole demands worship." Growling and rolling his hips, the fox smeared his puckered hole over Morgan's face, his palm pressing his cock against bare skin in a slow grind. Spurts of his masculinity painted Morgan's comparatively tiny manhood, weighing it down until it pressed against his stomach, buried under wave after wave of hot cockslime. It felt right, somehow, bathing in his master's arousal, letting it smother him like a warm, sticky blanket.

Diving in like a starving man presented with the finest cuisine, Morgan flicked his tongue over every inch of the puffy pucker, greedily gathering every taste of musk he could. Burying his face in the gloriously silky entrance, he dug his tongue in deep, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head with every thrust of his dripping oral appendage.

There was something infinitely satisfying about the groans of approval he wrung from the fox's maw. Each deep, masculine sound brought out a ravening beast within him, deepening his laps and putting his teeth to work on the slippery, drool-drenched hole. He needed more of that rich baritone vibrating through his bones, more of that musk bathing his bare skin. More.

"Ready to give yourself to me?" Grunting as he withdrew his fragrant, intoxicating ass from Morgan's face, the fox demon blasted his body with an endless stream of cum, leaving the weakened human thoroughly marked as his sex toy. With his gloriously slick, clenching hole on display, he looked over his shoulder, flashing his teeth in a dominant grin despite the orgasm still pouring from his cock.

Shameless and needy, Morgan shook his head, his intoxicated brain reasoning that if he gave into his master's demands, their fun would end. Taking hold of his slick manhood and using the fox demon's fluids to stroke himself, he stared intently at the clenching portal to heaven, trying to articulate his desire to fuck his master's perfect ass. If not for his selfish desires, then to please his master.

"Lying little morsel." Swatting away Morgan's hands and swallowing his goo-coated member between heated cheeks, the fox slammed his ass down onto the human's groin, smearing the underside of his eager member against that ebony rim. "Though I'm not sure I mind. It's been a long while since I've ensnared something so tempting. Your soul will taste even better after I've wrung every drop of pleasure from your mortal body."

Insistent and without a hint of hesitation, Masaru slammed his hole down the human's length, capturing his shaft within hungrily clutching depths and bringing that silky, plump hole crashing down to the base of Morgan's cock. His tail flagging, he brought his weight down in a slow rhythm, muscles flexing with every cock-wringing, sloppy push. Morgan's manhood was nothing more than a toy before the might of his rear, and he seemed determined to break it.

Unable to move under the weight of the fox's sweaty, plush rump, Morgan could only weakly thrust his hips, his hands resting on rotund cheeks and his eyes fixating on the disappearance of his cock into searing hot depths. Without the distraction of the demon's ass on his face, Morgan realized something worrying. No matter how close he felt to the edge of orgasm, his cock straining and bucking in overstimulated bliss, it was impossible to finish, his cum boiling at the base of his shaft but never letting loose. Confused, he whimpered, digging his fingers into wobbling cheeks and humping upward with growing urgency. Master's hole deserved to feel his devotion shooting deep within.

"Denied by your stubborn attitude. How fitting." Chuckling, the fox sped his bounces, his hole clenching like a silken vice. Bone-crushing weight slammed into Morgan's hips, threatening to split his pelvis in half, but still, he grew no closer, drowning in never-ending pleasure with no release. Nothing but intense pleasure radiated from below his waist, and he wasn't sure if he even had legs anymore, but still, there was no release, no peak, only an endless climb.

"Allow me to offer you mercy." Tongue hanging out in a pleasured pant, the fox taunted him, looking over his shoulder as he destroyed any coherent thought with his ample assets. "Repeat after me. 'I surrender my soul to my master, now and forever. As his thrall, I pledge to fulfill his every wish.'"

"I-I-" Torn between continuing the blessed torture of never-ending pleasure and letting himself go, Morgan tamped down the increasingly quiet voice in the back of his head, screaming at him to protect his most valuable possession. "I s-surrender my soul to my master, now and forever. As his thrall, I pledge to fulfill his every wish." As though a seal lifted, Morgan finally felt the sweet release of orgasm, a scream of pleasure torn from his lips as he felt himself let go. White hot sensation blasted through his body with the intensity of dynamite piled into an active volcano, sending his body into a fit of wildly humping, desperately squirming motion.

His cock flopping free from the fox's hole, Morgan watched in mixed horror and pleasure as ghostly light blue strings of glowing fluids shot from his cock's tip, creating spiderwebs of pulsing, luminescent light as they rained down on the kitsune's rump. A sensation of tugging deep in his stomach, followed by a draining sensation and something he could only describe as blissful emptiness replacing whatever was lost.

"Mmm. Tastier than I imagined." Dragging a fingertip through the glowing mess, Masaru brought it to his lips, drinking it down with a relishing lap. Before Morgan's eyes, his luminescent contribution to his master's form soaked into umber fur, disappearing as though absorbed. "Gods, the rush of feeding will never grow old. I feel a thousand years younger."

Moments passed as the fox basked in the glow of a fresh meal, his fur growing visibly healthier and his eyes brightening from a soft warmth to a blazing violet flame. Grabbing the nearby bottle of spirits, he popped the cap, downing most of it in a single swig, then fixing his eyes on Morgan's panting, dopily smiling face as he sat further away from the mess he made on the ground. "Now, to mold you into a proper thrall."

With a flick of his fingers, Masaru released the hold on Morgan's limbs, letting him sit up and bring himself forward to his new master. Empty adoration rattled around the human's head while Morgan found himself unable to look away from his masculine master, a blush coloring his cheeks as if he were a schoolboy in the presence of his crush. "Yes, master. I live to serve you!" Obediently standing before him, his body still dripping with excessive fox cum, he bared his manhood.

"Of course you do. My empty-headed little thrall. You've cum out everything that made you human." Tilting his head to the side as if considering Morgan's body, the fox traced an unknown symbol above the human's cock, his palm cradling Morgan's member as a magical heat began to spread through it. "Impressive enough as it is, but not altogether filling. Let's double your size."

With each stroke of his shaft, Morgan felt as if his legs would give out, shaking with unrestrained pleasure. Onyx skin spread from the fox's paw pads, morphing his member from a well-endowed human cock to something more beastly. Dark as night, with a pointed tip and a bulbous base, it filled out the demon fox's hand until it dwarfed Masaru's own, its weight nearly pulling Morgan down onto his face.

"This tanned skin must go, as well. A kitsune thrall should be a handsome fox, not a sun-damaged human with calloused fingers." Tracing more unknown symbols across Morgan's face, Masaru kept a firm hold on his transformed cock, drawing Morgan in closer until his shaft smeared over the demon's, adding its leaking trail of arousal to the mess already drooling from Masaru's.

Whimpering as his nose elongated into a vulpine muzzle and leaning heavily against his master, Morgan watched in wonder as silver fur spread across his body. His feet became massive paws as his eye level raised, his height coming to rest a few inches above Masaru's. Now a fox, like his master, Morgan felt the last of his body parts changing, spreading his legs further apart to accommodate balls that dwarfed most melons.

"Now you're worthy of being called my thrall." Tilting Morgan's face to admire his handiwork, Masaru licked his lips, his scent still overpowering as he leaned in, mashing his maw against Morgan's for another demanding kiss. This time, he wasn't as forceful, coaxing the newly transformed fox into a tongue-heavy dance and rewarding his participation with nipping teeth and pleased growls.

"Master-" Trailing off with a needy whimper, Morgan humped against Masaru's shaft, desperate to please him with his newly minted endowment. "May I worship you, master?" With his ears back in a show of submission, he pulled back, letting his aching tip spear beneath the fox demon's balls and caress his puffy entrance. The thought of taking what he needed surfaced, but he knew better. Master deserved worship. Master deserved obedience.

"Such an industrious little morsel. Moments into your transformation and already looking to please your master." Spreading his legs wide and welcoming Morgan in a perverse facsimile of his feminine disguise's eager embrace, Masaru drew Morgan's face to his chest, guiding him to the peak of one muscular mountain.

Far from his earlier performance, Morgan latched onto the proffered nub, gently suckling where before he had gnawed so feverishly. Feeling Masaru's hole stretch to accommodate him, he shivered, every eager prod working him deeper into searing hot depths and exposing his canine member to a tightness that neared painful levels. Still, even if Masaru's hole bristled with steel spikes, he couldn't resist the siren's call of master's pleasure, staring up into violet eyes with the only part of him that remained unchanged, his blue eyes.

"You feel that tug, deep down where your soul used to be, morsel? That aching desire to get closer to me?" Taking hold of Morgan's ass, the demon fox trapped him in place with his knot kissing his master's glistening entrance. "That will only get stronger over time. Your mind will erode unless I see fit to preserve you; until you are nothing but a walking cock, desperate to mate with your master, to bring forth any feeling other than emptiness."

Squirming, his desire to please overriding anything else his husk was capable of feeling, Morgan humped aimlessly, his cock seeking the spots that hitched Masaru's breath until he found a small knot of flesh within him. Master's breathing quickened when his tip grazed that sweet spot, encouraging him to thrust against it, growing more confident as crushing tightness clenched rhythmically. The rising pleasure behind his canine shaft forgotten, he nuzzled into his master's other pec, nibbling at his unattended nub.

"Gods, such devotion." Masaru seemed to lose control for the first time since revealing his masculine form, his tongue hanging out in a pleasured pant and his cock jumping between their stomachs, releasing a steady stream of translucent approval without a touch. Rather than passively providing a welcoming hole or Morgan to rut into, he pushed into each thrust, his hole stretching around the former human's knot as if begging to accept him.

Licking submissively at Masaru's neck, his paws cradling his master's waist and driving himself home, Morgan finally popped his knot into the heated paradise of his master's inner walls. Fountaining gratefully and whimpering his pleasure, he rocked his hips, his desperate thrusts churning blasts of his seed until his knot couldn't contain the overflow, wet spurts of seed decorating the floor below to mix with Masaru's puddle.

Joining his thrall, Masaru clamped down tight, his cock fountaining to cover their chests and stomachs with a musk-laden rain of desire. Words seemed to fail him, replaced with pleasing groans, muffled as he dragged Morgan into a passionate kiss, his claws raking the vulpine thrall's back.

"Alright. Perhaps you've earned the right to stay as you are." Catching his breath, the fox pierced his tongue with one sharp tooth. Instead of blood, the luminescence of Morgan's soul shined in a single drop, guided to his lips, and fed to him in a doting kiss. When he swallowed, Masaru affectionately patted his cheek. "I will not give back what I've taken, but this will maintain your sanity."

Morgan could hear the faint call of his soul, but he ignored it. It no longer belonged to him. It was fuel for his devotion, scraps from his master's table, no more precious than a crust of bread. What mattered was his master's praise. The sweet release of a devoted thrall, tending to his master's needs.