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Wolf soldiers had entered the village hours ago, but Fritz did not know their true purpose until his parents brought him to them. He looked at the soldier, all tall, armed with long spears in their paws and swords sheathed on thick leather belts. Confused, the young fox looked to his mother and father for an explanation.

"You need to go with them, son," said his mother.

"But why?" asked Fritz, still not understanding what was going on.

"We can't take care of you anymore," said his father. "There's not enough food in the village this year. If you stay here, you'll starve."

"But I don't want to go," said Fritz, feeling tears well up in his eyes.

"I know, son," said his mother, stroking his head. "But you must go with them. They will give you so much better of a life than we ever could."

Fritz hugged his mother and father as he cried. He didn't want to leave the only home he'd ever known in his short ten year life. All his friends and family were here and he had no idea what the soldiers would do with him.

"Please make your farewells brief," said one soldier, appearing to be the captain of the band, to his father. "We have a three day journey ahead of us."

Fritz was permitted only minutes to tell everyone else he knew in the village goodbye before he was escorted by the wolf soldiers into a carriage. Before leaving, he saw the the captain handing a small bag to his father. It was when his ears picked up the jingling sound the bag made that he realized what was going on. His parents had sold him to the wolves. He felt the horse drawn carriage move, and slowly the village, and everything he had known in life, disappeared from view. He had no idea where the wolves were taking him.

Fritz had briefly considered escaping during the journey, but he knew such an act would be futile. The wolves were riding horses, and he could not outrun such an animal no matter how hard he tried, and even if he did manage to escape, where would he go? He couldn't go back to his village where creatures were starving. His parents would probably be angry if he returned anyway, perhaps fearing that the wolves would come back and take their recently acquired money away as punishment for their son's escape. He couldn't just run to any of the villages that they had passed on their journey. No one in any of those places knew him. Besides, as far as he knew food was scarce in those places too.

The young fox finally realized his true destination when the band approached a great palace. Fritz had never seen such a colossal structure in all his young life, and was in awe of it. The band stopped just outside the palace gates. There, the wolves told him to get out of the carriage and follow them inside. As he had done the past three days, Fritz obeyed the soldiers without question, fearing that he might upset them.

The gates opened, and Fritz was escorted inside passed the walls and inside of the palace itself. Having lived in a thatched roof house all his life, the young fox couldn't help but gaze in wonder at the palace. Clearly this had to be the home of the king or some powerful lord, he thought to himself. The wolf soldiers handed Fritz over to the palace servants before finally leaving. Now in the presence of servants instead of soldiers, Fritz felt a slight ease of tension that he'd been enduring the past few days.

The servants, also wolves, gently took the young fox by the paw and escorted him to a large chamber in the palace. The room had a vaulted ceiling and there on the floor was a large pool. Fritz put his paw inside the water, but quickly pulled it out.

"It's warm," said the young fox.

"It's for bathing," said one servant. "The king would like you to bathe before he has an audience with you."

"So this is the king's home?" asked Fritz.

"Yes," said the same servant. "This is the home of His Majesty, King Ulf."

Fritz couldn't believe it. Not only was he in the home of King Ulf, he was actually going to meet him. The servants told him to strip his clothes off and get in the water for a nice, warm bath. Fritz obeyed, pulling his clothes off, he eased himself into the warm water. The heat from the water was soothing, relaxing to the young fox. Once he had been in for a few minutes, a servant handed him a bar of soap and told him to scrub his fur vigorously. Fritz lathered up his fur with the soap, making sure to wash away all the dirt, oil and filth that his coat had accumulated. Once the servants were satisfied that he was properly scrubbed they had him get out of the bath, only to have him go into a separate pool to rinse off.

"That's good," said one servant to him. "You can get out now so we can dry you off."

Fritz got out and quickly felt the servants scrubbing him dry with soft towels. The young fox had never felt so refreshed, so clean in his entire life, but still he was naked as the day he was born.

"Where are my clothes?" asked the young fox.

"We took those to be burned," said a servant. "Those filthy things are no longer proper attire in the home of His Majesty."

"But what will I wear?" asked Fritz.

"This," said the servant. He held up a type of strange cloth that Fritz had never seen before. "Allow me to put this on you."

Fritz lifted his arms as the servant took the cloth and tied it around his waist and around his crotch, making a type of loincloth for him to wear. The fabric was so wonderfully smooth against his fur.

"What's this cloth?" asked Fritz.

"Silk,' answered the servant.

"Will I be getting anymore clothes?" asked Fritz.

"No," said the servant. "His Majesty has given us very specific orders that he does not wish for any of his boys to be dressed in anything but what you are wearing now."

"His boys?" asked Fritz, confused by the statement.

"Follow me," said the servant. "And you will meet the other boys."

Fritz was lead into another wing of the palace. The servant opened a door, revealing a large room that was filled with lavish furniture, the likes of which the young fox had never seen before. Candles light flicked all about the large chamber. A table in the middle of the room was covered in all manner of food, fresh fruit and vegetables, bread, cheese, wine and even cooked meat, but what really had Fritz's attention was that the room was being occupied by what he counted to be eleven foxes, all male, and all dressed in silken loincloths like he was.

"Here are the other boys," said the servant. "I'll leave you alone with them so they can explain to you your purpose in being here."

Fritz saw the servant exit the room, closing the door behind him. The eleven other foxes all approached him. Fritz wasn't sure what they were going to do.

"What is this place?" he asked.

"It's the room of His Majesty's boys," said a fox who appeared to be around his own age. "My name is Thomas. What's yours?"

"I'm Fritz, but what do all of you do here?"

"Here," answered another fox. "Here we simply relax and eat. Feel free to take whatever food and drink you want."

Fritz had been feeling hungry. Grabbing a plate off the table, he filled it with a loaf of bread, a cooked chicken leg, cheese and a tomato. He had never seen so much food all at once. He laid down on a reclined couch as he ate while the boys continued talking to him.

"How did all of you get here?" he asked in between bites of food. "Did your parents all sell you too?"

"Yes," said Thomas. "Our parents all sold us to the king."

"Are you mad at them?" Fritz asked.

"Not anymore," said Thomas. "I watched two of my brothers starve to death. My parents forced me to work from sun up to sun down every single day. I would have ended up just like my brothers had the wolves not come along with His Majesty's money and purchased me."

"My name is Andrew," said an older fox. "It was the same for me as well. I barely got enough to eat, was worked to the point of exhaustion, I probably would have died at a young age, but His Majesty was my sslvation."

"Is the king a good master?" asked Fritz.

"He is indeed," said Andrew. "Since I came here, since all of us came here, we never have to lift a paw to do any work. His Majesty loves and treasures all of us, that's why we get to live in such luxury while most of the countryside lives in misery and squalor."

Fritz looked down at his loincloth. "What do you think of these things we have to wear? Seems like a strange choice of clothing to me."

"It's what pleases His Majesty," said Thomas. "That silk you're wearing is very expensive material. Don't you think it feels better than itchy wool?"

"It does," said Fritz. "Is that all we'll ever wear?"

"Yes," said Andrew. "Trust me, a week from now, you won't want to wear anything else ever again."

"Are we just here to eat and relax for the king?" asked Fritz. "Does he ever have us do anything for him."

"Every night," said Thomas. "His Majesty enters this room and chooses at least two of us to go to bed with him."

Fritz stopped eating. "Go to bed with him?"

"That's right," said Andrew. "That is our purpose in being here. We go to bed with His Majesty when he tells us to."

"So," said Fritz. "Do you . . . do you pleasure him?"

"We do," said Thomas. "His Majesty has a great love for young males foxes."

"But," said Fritz. "Everyone always says that it's wrong for males to lie with other males."

"Not for the king," said Andrew. "Don't worry, he won't hurt you. He loves all of us dearly and I'm sure he'll love you too once you've pleasured him."

Fritz didn't know what to think of all of this. He certainly didn't like the idea of being sent back to his village to live out what would most likely be a short, miserable existence. If what the boys all told him was true, he would be provided a privileged life here, with plenty to eat and drink, comfortable furniture, possibly whatever he wanted. He wasn't exactly opposed to the idea of pleasuring the king, it's just that the stigma attached to that was widespread throughout the land. He thought all of it over. He considered how highly the other boys spoke of the king. It was obvious to him that they all shared great affection for him, so how bad could it be?

Fritz continued eating and talking with the other boys until evening came. At that time, Fritz was told to be ready for the entrance of the king, and to be prepared to be chosen that night, as King Ulf would want to get better acquainted with him. Fritz was nervous and hoped he would not do anything to jeopardize the king's first impression of him.

Just as darkness covered the sky, there was a knock at the chamber door. Thomas and Andrew told Fritz to stand next to them with the rest of the boys, so that the king could examine all of them at once. Fritz took a deep breath as he stood there beside Thomas and Andrew.

The door opened, and in walked a tall, dark furred wolf in royal regalia. Fritz, along with the other eleven young male foxes, all wagged their bushy tails and smiled.

"Good evening, Your Majesty," they all said in unison.

"Good evening, boys," said King Ulf. Fritz's felt a certain warmth radiating from the monarch. Even though he had only heard three words come out of the king's mouth, he instantly noticed the wolf to have a smooth, calming tone of voice. The king slowly moved over and stood in front of him. He looked the young fox up and down.

"What is your name?" asked Ulf.

"Fritz, Your Majesty," said the young fox.

"Fritz," said the wolf. "That's a very good name for a fox. How old are you, Fritz?"

"Ten, Your Majesty," said Fritz.

"Ten," said Ulf, taking his paw and gently stroking the young fox's cheek. "You're quite a handsome boy, Fritz. I take it the other boys explained to you why you're here?"

"Yes, Your Majesty?" said Fritz.

"I've been good to all my boys," said Ulf, now stroking Fritz's ears. "And in turn, they have all been good to me."

"I will be good to you, Your Majesty," said Fritz, soaking up the wolf's affection.

"I'm certain you will be," said Ulf. "Thomas, Andrew, would you join Fritz and I in bed this evening?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," said Thomas and Andrew together.

Ulf smiled warmly. "Very good."

Fritz, along with Ulf, Andrew and Thomas were brought into the royal bedchamber. Fritz caught the smell of incense burning, along with the dozen candles burning inside. He saw the king's massive bed, the mattress covered in gold embroidered sheets. Ulf had the three boys stand there as removed his clothing down to his own silken loincloth. Now dressed as the three foxes were, he laid down on the bed.

"Fritz," said the big wolf. "You come over here and lie down next to me. Andrew, Thomas, you two get on the foot of the bed."

All three boys did as they were told. Fritz laid down on the king's right sight and quickly found the wolf's muscular arm embracing his much smaller frame. Without even thinking about it, Fritz rested his head on the king's chest, feeling safe and secure next to him. Ulf looked into the young fox's eyes and smiled.

"Comfortable?" asked Ulf.

"Yes, Your Majesty," said Fritz.

"Good," said the wolf. "Andrew, Thomas, why don't you two boys put on a show for Fritz and I, hmmm?"

Getting on their knees at the foot of the bed, Thomas and Andrew embraced each other. Fritz watched as the two young foxes opened their mouths and licked at each others' faces. Fritz had never seen such a spectacle in all his short life. He'd been told it was wrong for males to show affection like that to other males, but that rule did not apply in the palace of King Ulf. Fritz felt the king stroking his ears as the two of them watched Thomas and Andrew kiss each other. Fritz was surprised further when Andrew stuck his paw down Thomas's loincloth, obviously to rub at what the loincloth held inside.

"I have a wife," said Ulf to Fritz. "But I only take her to bed to sire pups. My first love, my true love are you fox boys. I don't think God ever created a more perfect, more beautiful animal than the male fox. What do you think, Fritz?"

"I think you're a very generous king, Your Majesty?"

"Thank you, Fritz." he said. He turned his attention back to Andrew and Thomas. "Andrew, Thomas, you can remove your loincloths if you want."

The two boys pulled their loincloth off and tossed them to the side of the bed. Fritz stared intently as the boys cocks were both fully erect and rubbing up against each other, like two swords clashing in battle.

"You look like you're enjoying what you're seeing, Fritz," said Ulf, pointing at the young fox's crotch.

Fritz looked down, his silk loincloth displaying a noticeable bulge. He blushed, embarrassed that the wolf had noticed his arousal. Ulf just stroked the young fox's cheek.

"Nothing to be ashamed of," said Ulf. "Why do you think I have Andrew and Thomas being intimate, if not to achieve an arousal like that myself?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," said Fritz.

"I think it's time for us to join those two in removing our loincloths as well," said Ulf.

Fritz saw the king pull his loincloth off before he removed his own, leaving all four males completely naked. Fritz felt strangley comfortable stripped down to his fur and lying in bed with three other nude males. He continued watching Andrew and Thomas kiss. Fritz had never witnessed anything so exciting in all his life, seeing the two males in such an intimate way. Ulf kept stroking his ears as he decided to make things even more exciting.

"Thomas, suckle on Andrew's penis, would you?" said the wolf.

Andrew laid down and Thomas opened his mouth and took in the older fox's cock. Fritz watched as Thomas moved his muzzle up and down on Andrew's dick. Andrew let out soft moans, indicating he was greatly enjoying the attention Thomas was showing him. Fritz couldn't help but notice that the king was stroking his own cock, which was much larger than the other three in the room. Ulf smiled at the young boy.

"Like what you see?" asked Ulf.

"Yes, Your Majesty," said Fritz, smiling at the big wolf.

"Don't be shy," said Ulf. "Go ahead, touch it."

Carefully, Fritz moved his right paw onto the king's crotch and took hold of the sizable shaft. He could barely wrapped his paw around it. He moved his paw up and down it, pleasuring the king.

"Ah, very nice, Fritz," he said. "Thomas, stop sucking and let Andrew mount you."

Fritz was yet again surprised that day when he witnessed something that he had never even heard of. Andrew waited until Thomas had gotten on all four and lifted his tail high into the air. Andrew got behind the younger fox and slowly inserted his member into Thomas's tail-hole, causing the mounted fox to emit soft whimpers. Fritz's jaw opened at the sight. He had no idea such an act even took place, but here he was, watching Andrew move his hardened member in and out of Thomas's rump.

"Do you like this too?" asked Ulf.

"Yes," said Fritz. "I just . . . never knew that males could do that with each other."

"Indeed they can," said Ulf. "Would you like to join them?"

"Can I?" asked Fritz, not thinking that such an offer would be presented to him this evening.

"Certainly," said Ulf. "Just go over there and have Thomas take you with his mouth. He won't mind at all."

Fritz moved got up and went around to the foot of the bed. He got back on it and laid on his back, his legs spread wide enough to make room for Andrew and Thomas. Just as Ulf had said, Thomas happily opened his mouth and took in Fritz's cock. Fritz felt his head spin as the warm, wet mouth of Thomas sucking him off. Ulf watched at his three boys, seeing Fritz getting sucked on, Andrew fucking Thomas, and Thomas getting spit roasted. The king rubbed at his cock, savoring the show that was being put on for his pleasure. No longer satisfied with just jerking off, he ordered all the boys to get in the middle of the bed and the threesome was turned into a four way, with Ulf taking Andrew from behind, Andrew mounting Thomas, and Thomas sucking off Fritz.

All of the shame, the worry, the uncertain that Fritz felt earlier had now vanished. He was having too much fun being pleasured by Thomas and watching the scene behind Thomas too. The royal bedchamber rang out with the sounds of sexual frenzy as all four males got it on. Andrew was moaning especially loud since the largest cock in the room was taking him from behind. He was older than the other eleven pet foxes of King Ulf's, and was more experience, more adept at taking the wolf's large endowment. Ulf closed his eyes as he plowed away at Andrew's rump, his ball sack slapping against the fox with every thrust.

"God, I love my boys," said the king over and over again.

Fritz, having pawed off for the first time only six months ago, couldn't hold back his climax anymore. Crying out, he came into Thomas's mouth and watched as the fox swallowed what he had just been given. Thomas let the penis slide out of his mouth and let out loud, very audible moans now that his mouth was no longer occupied by Fritz. Andrew, sandwiched in between Thomas and Ulf, plowed away at the younger fox's ass, desperately wanting to send his seed into him. Ulf, kept moaning, saying how much he loved his boys. Fritz just laid down on his side, basking in the afterglow and taking in the threesome. He watched as Andrew cried out during his own orgasm, sending his seed into the Thomas's ass and onto the bedsheets. Now finished with his part, Thomas went and laid down next to Fritz, putting his arm around him. Fritz didn't mind, he rather liked the attention his new friend was showing him.

Andrew cried out loud as the large wolf cock inside him continued to pound away, stretching him to the limits. Ulf panted heavily, his tongue hanging out of this mouth as he got closer and closer to his ejaculation. If Fritz had thought that Andrew had sprayed quite a bit of seed when he climaxed, it was dwarfed by Ulf's climax. The royal wolf sent stream after stream into the fox's ass, only to have it trickle out onto Andrew's fur and the bed. The king felt much better, having mated with one of his beloved boys before retiring for the evening. The three foxes got up out of bed, allowing the king to lie down once more.

"Cuddle up against me, boys," said Ulf. "And let's get some sleep after all that fun, okay?"

Fritz went back to cuddling up against the wolf on his right side, only this time he found Thomas was cuddling up against him. He closed his eyes. This had been the most incredible day of his life and the beginning of what looked like a bright future. He'd been taken from his parents, but now he was in a place where he would never be required to do any work, he could eat as much as he wanted, with a wide variety of food to choose from, he only had to wear a smooth, silken loincloth for clothes, and he got to find out about the pleasures of male on male intimacy. The young fox smiled as he looked over at the now slumbering Thomas cuddled up against him. It looked like he had made a new friend too.