Punishment for the pickpocket
Punishment For The Pickpocket
Aldocourt District, Ivia
5th of September, 5:21 PM
"I remember the days before this whole thief gig started; when we were friends. When you and I ran through the palace halls for fun..."
The larger, sandy coloured wolf shuffled awkwardly in his chair as the pickpocket spoke to him. Even if he was an old friend, he shouldn't be speaking to him.
That friend, Decimus was a chocolate coloured wolf only a few months younger than the guard. Decimus looked as if he hadn't eaten in years, but everyfur in Aldocourt knew that Decimus' pickpocketing, burglary and parkour skills kept him fed as well as out of jail. Fortunately for them, each theft inflated his ego and after several years he'd finally been too cocky.
They weren't going to give him a chance to escape. Decimus was tied up, naked and on his way to certain death. All prisoners were supposed to be given a trial, but some fur as slippery as Decimus would be going straight to the gladiator pit where the scrawny wolf be torn limb from limb and if he was lucky might last long enough to pray to a God or two for forgiveness.
"Well... It was more like breaking and entering." Decimus continued.
"Stop talking so loud or I'll flog you." The lupine guard growled.
Marcius, the guard's name was. He was stockier than Decimus and far from malnourished, but he often buckled under great pains. Such a trait was not ideal for the Second Captain of the guards, but his charisma had seen him fly through the ranks. That charisma was also why Marcius wasn't a poor thief like Decimus.
A giggle escaped Decimus, the guard rolled his eyes as he anticipated Decimus' response.
"So does that mean I'm allowed to talk?"
"I was expecting you to say that you'd enjoy being flogged." Marcius chuckled.
"I was going to, but you already knew that."
That was quite true, having known each other all their lives they'd both gotten to know everything about each other. Which was Marcius hadn't tied Decimus up in a way that prevented all movement, it would only arouse the wolf. Just the light bondage of tying his ankles together and his wrists behind his back was causing the wolf's cock to protrude from his sheath. In fact, Marcius knew Decimus so well he could already tell that the wolf was trying to seduce him to create an escape opportunity.
It wasn't going to be hard, Decimus and Marcius had been lovers at one point. Both of them could picture the nights they'd shared in bed together, the time they'd gotten drunk on stolen wine then pounded each other's rumps until the sun rose and the first time they'd gifted each other blowjobs. Decimus knew exactly how to push each of Marcius' buttons and if the wolf could just get his finger on Marcius' fur he could probably make him do anything.
"Don't you just want to push me against the wall and plow me?" Decimus cooed.
Marcius gripped his spear tighter, forcing himself to stop thinking about their history together.
"I'm not interested in sleeping with you."
"You're not really sleeping with me unless we fall asleep..."
Decimus looked past Marcius, eyes focusing on the doorway, and suddenly started speaking with more energy than before.
"Mr. Guard..." He purred, batting his eyelashes. "Can't we go outside and have some fun?"
"No."
"We've done it before..." Decimus reminded him.
Marcius tried to remain calm and did his best to ignore the splinters digging into his forepaws alongside how his fingertips were turning blue.
"You were pretty shit in bed, but I'd be willing to overlook that if you kiss me a couple of times." The prisoner continued.
"Quiet, prisoner."
"Not a good offer? Fine, I'll blow you AND let you plough me if you let me out of these ropes in the next minute."
"Shut the fuck up, thief. Last warning."
"Ugh fine! Your sister was always sexier anyway..."
Marcius spear almost snapped in half as he lunged out of his chair and threw the weapon towards Decimus, it planted itself in the ground causing the wolf to yip in surprise. Just as Decimus opened his mouth to make another lewd, insulting remark, the chair that Marcius had been sitting on collided with Decimus and knocked the sly wolf onto the ground. Decimus found himself on his back for a few seconds, dazed and with his vision blurry. Though he was soon pulled up to his knees by Marcius.
The sandy coloured wolf held his old friend by the scruff of his neck, a jagged and worn knife pressing against Decimus' chin threatening to slit his throat.
"Would you like to repeat that, bitch?"
Had Decimus been able to speak, he probably would have repeated it quite happily.
"That's enough, Marcius." Somefur new spoke from behind them.
Looking over his shoulder, Marcius saw a lean, muscular ocelot standing in the doorway watching with glaring green eyes. It was the First Captain of the guard, one of the only furs that Marcius had to answer to.
"Commander... I can explain."
Marcius sheathed his knife, allowing Decimus to drop to the floor. He took a rigid position and saluted the feline.
"At ease, I heard the whole thing."
That wasn't as relaxing to hear for Marcius as the commander thought it was.
"He insulted you, Marcius. In my opinion, you have every right to beat this worm within an inch of his life. I won't tell. Or... you could always give him what he wanted, with a twist."
The wolf flinched at his commander's words. Beating his old friend into a pulp wasn't the best idea and wasn't at all what Marcius wanted, Decimus was always like this and the snivelling wolf didn't exactly deserve to die for it no matter how infuriating he was. He didn't exactly deserve the other option either. But it wasn't as if Marcius had a choice.
"Can I do both? I like my bitches bloody when I'm rape them..." Marcius snarled, spitting down on Decimus.
"Like I said, I won't tell." Grinning ear to ear, the ocelot leaned in the doorway and watched as Marcius rolled the terrified wolf onto his back and stomped his belly.
He didn't stop there and kept stomping until tears were trickling down Decimus muzzle and a paw print had been bruised onto his stomach. It was then he moved his stomp downwards, planting two against the wolf's genitals and laughing as the victim howled with pain. The stomping moved to one of his shins and continued until the bone there crunched. Decimus whined in submission, a noise that would normally make his honourable attacker back off. Not Marcius though.
Once again taking the smaller wolf by the neck, Marcius pulled Decimus to his paws and threw him against the wall before laying into him with a barrage of punches. His face cracked as blows landed all across his muzzle, one of his eyes turning black and his nose running with blood after a minute of punching. Decimus slumped against the wall and down onto his knees, but was soon pulled back up and choked as he hung in the air.
Marcius took in the sight of his brutalised friend, the way blood ran through his chocolate colored fur next to his tears and just how terrified he looked. It was pitiful and disturbing. Just as the wolf's face was turning blue, Marcius dropped him and allowed Decimus to curl up into a ball to await what came next.
"I'm done, commander." Marcius spoke, turning back to the ocelot who had been stroking underneath his loincloth.
"A beautiful display of strength. Hurry up and do what you must, it was your honour he insulted."
Without missing a beat, Marcius shot back:
"No. I won't do that to him."
Despite the pain that coursed through him, Decimus managed to smile through missing teeth and a bloody, broken jaw.
"Not here." Marcius continued.
Decimus' face immediately sunk, then sunk even further when the ocelot nodded, giving permission.
Marcius dragged the wolf onto his paws once more and took him through the corridors towards the forest. He limped, begged and whined as they want, doing everything he could to slow them down. But, in less than a few minutes Decimus was shoved against a tree and had Marcius grinding against the back of him.
The sandy wolf growled, stroking his forepaws up and down Decimus' lithe form. For such a starved furson, Decimus did have a rather bubbly ass. Marcius leaned forwards, licking up the back of Decimus' neck and around to his ears. He nibbled on one softly, then let his teeth trail down to the wolf's shoulder where he sunk them in.
Decimus moaned loud enough for the entire forest to hear, his body shaking and trembling as Marcius' hard cock grinded against his tail base. For a moment, Decimus expected Marcius to cram his cock right in, but he soon heard the sound as sucking as Marcius spread spit onto his fingers and used two of them to spear the smaller wolf open.
"You're such a fucking prick..." Decimus growled. "First you beat the shit out of me, then you tease me like this."
Marcius chuckled, he knew that his lover was joking.
Decimus was slutty enough to open up quite easily for Marcius' fingers, his tailhole spreading with a lewd squelch and a moan as the two fingers began to plunder his depths. The two of their cocks grew hard quickly, both dribbling pre before long.
"Sorry, but you know I had to make it seem real."
"Yeah, but you didn't have to break my nose! Gosh, I should never have agreed to this stupid plan of yours." Decimus pouted. "For a minute there, I thought you were actually going to kill me."
Marcius was quite thorough with his fingering, making sure to prod and touch each section of his lover's anal cavern. He went deep quickly and with just the two digits, stroked the wolf's prostate to revel in how he quivered, shook then moaned like a bitch in heat. He opened his fingers wide until the wolf's walls resisted, Decimus may have been a slut, but he wasn't quite as bad as some of the nobles who took delight in having their tailholes ruined beyond repair.
"Sorry, love. But how else were we going to get you out of prison?" The larger wolf apologised once more, not really listening as he was still taking in how perfect his lover's body was. "Can I make it up to you?"
"Before you've even punished me? Gosh you're really not very good at upholding the law."
"Wasn't being imprisoned and beaten punishment enough?"
"I was in prison for like a few hours and the beating was for the insults. I definitely still need to be punished for being a naughty, little pickpocket." Decimus wiggled his ass, hiking up his tail.
"Sounds like you want to be punished..."
Grinning, Decimus replied:
"What are you going to do about it?"
"I'm going to make you beg for mercy." Marcius growled low in Decimus' ear.
Before Decimus could even let out a provocative purr, Marcius had removed his fingers and let fly a rough spank against the chocolate wolf's butt. The smack was cold and crisp, the sound echoing off the forest's trees. Whimpering, Decimus sunk his teeth into his lips and tried not to cry out too loud as his backside was subjected to its weekly spanking.
Marcius put a paw on his lover's hips and sunk his claws in to keep a grip. There were so many ways he could go about this: go wild and smack Decimus so many times that he collapsed on the floor in sobs, keep it sexy and slow to give Decimus some light bruising and a red glow or go and retrieve a whip. Decimus was quite the whore for being whipped, so much so that Marcius wondered if the wolf was a pickpocket just so that he could be whipped on a regular basis. But, they didn't quite have time to get a whip leaving Marcius to make do with his forepaws.
SMACK
That one was particularly rough, jolting Decimus who dug his claws into the tree. He raked the bark up and down as he let out the submissive, desperate whimpers. It stung so harshly, but it turned him on so much that his cock began to rub against the tree trunk. All he needed was a few seconds of a rough fucking and he'd cum so hard that he'd pass out.
In no time at all, the bent over wolf's rump was an angry red and Decimus' face was a contrasting grin of euphoria. Moreover, Marcius spanks had grown slower and softer now that Decimus had grown sore. Yet the younger wolf wasn't quite finished yet.
"Moooooooore..." He whined. "If I wanted such a gentle punishment I'd let myself get captured again."
"Decimus, I've spanked you more than 100 times at this point." Marcius chuckled, squeezing the wolf's abused buttcheek.
"Yeah, but I'm not limping! I want more!" He sounded less like a hardened criminal and more like a whiney brat.
Marcius looked up at the tree they were leaning against, spying a particularly low hanging, long branch devoid of leaves yet quite sturdy. It was a perfect substitute. Reaching up, the wolf snapped it off and took it up in both hands. Stepping back, he bent the wood backwards and took aim. He let it fly.
It whooshed through the air and cracked against Decimus' butt and lower back. He howled in surprise, pain and pleasure. Marcius hurried to apologise, but stopped when he saw how the beaten wolf's tail wagged. That just meant he needed more.
CRACK
It collided against his ass, making it wiggle a little.
CRACK CRACK
Two more made an X shape across his back, the red marks already fading, but leaving a pain that would last for a little while longer.
CRACK
That one was against his leg, Decimus almost toppled over especially as more and more lashes hit the same spot.
CRACK
Decimus cried out, no longer able to keep it back by biting into his lips. It was an incomprehensible noise of what sounded like joy, Marcius was happy to continue.
The makeshift whip was used again and again, leaving welts and bleeding cuts all across the wolf's rump, back and thighs. He sobbed softly and trembled under the wood, but couldn't hide his painfully erect cock or his excited tail.
"That's enough for now." Marcius announced, dropping the branch."Let's see how stretchy your tailhole is."
Without lubricant, Marcius stepped up to the wolf's tailhole who shakily lifted his tail.
"Please, Marcius... I need your cock in me now I can't wait anymore." Decimus begged, shaking his ass weakly. "God it's been so long, breed me Mars please I need it..." Decimus' voice trailed off into a grunt as Marcius sunk his teeth into the wolf's neck.
The bite was by no means soft, Decimus hadn't been punished enough and Marcius wouldn't let the other wolf get off that easy. There was hardly any warning, just a suckle on his nape for just a brief moment before pain shot through him. They dug in hard, toying with the flesh under the fur and leaving burning teeth marks on Decimus' neck.
That was enough to make Decimus moan and wiggle a little, pushing his tortured ass back against Marcius' cock. They humped and ground against each other, from their backs to their knees to their crotches. The heat they shared could be compared to the sun as sweat trickled down their bodies and their eyes closed. Each time Marcius slipped his cock through Decimus' ass crack, he could feel his own willpower draining further and further. It wouldn't be long before he could hold out no longer. Decimus, on the other hand, had passed that point and if Marcius dared wait another second long he'd spear himself onto it on his own.
Fingers pinched at Decimus' nipples, tweaking and twisting until Decimus cried out. He lost control under the pain, squirming against the tree. But the fingers were still merciless, going and going with the claws piercing into the skin. Trembling frenetically, Decimus tossed his head back and tried to howl. All the noise he could make, however, was a whimper of a dominated whore. The whines spurred Marcius on, his humping growing faster and his brutal treatment growing harsher.
The biting and the pinching were both now a searing white hot pain, blinding Decimus' sight and mind as he went limp against his lover. His eyes fluttered open as he rocked back and forth, then suddenly shot wide open as he felt something splatter against his back.
Marcius groaned, his cock tensing before firing off strands and strands of the seed. It shot up between them, going as far as the small of Decimus' back and Marcius' chest. The wolf's cum erupted between them, each fire reaching lower and lower until Marcius' cock could only dribble it onto Decimus' ass cheeks.
Curving his back and giggling, Decimus opened his mouth to make a comment, but was interrupted from a furious growl from Marcius.
Marcius, determined not to give, up drove his cock deep into Decimus' until-now empty hole and bucked into him with newfound vigour. He growled, his twisting and biting growing more animalistic until his forepaws shot away to grab at Decimus' hips to hold him still. When Marcius' plump balls pressed against Decimus, he pulled back only to slam his cock in again. By now, the bottoming wolf had no defences and could only beg for mercy as Marcius' knot was forced in. With a lewd pop, the two become locked together and the wolf's tactics changed into trying to tear the knot free with tugs. These tugs ripped his cock back, each ripple battering over Decimus' prostate.
Neither of them could take much more.
At the slightest sign of tension in Decimus' tailhole, Marcius slammed home once more sending both of them over the edge. On instinct, they threw their heads back and howled at the moon which now hung low overhead. Their mating bodies bucked, shook and trembled as both of them shot their seed.
Handsfree, Decimus' cock went wild sending jets of cum squirting over the tree. They thundered forth from his cock tip and flew through the air. He rolled back against Marcius, cock still firing, yet shooting no cum. This orgasm seemed to last for years as he went dizzy, he was so captivated by it that he could not feel how much cum had been plastered into his insides by Marcius who fucked that cum deeper and deeper until he grew tired. They ended, Decimus leaning against the tree and Marcius leaning against him still knotted.
Still silent, their eyes met and in that moment the two communicated without words. Marcius leaned forwards and kissed his friend on the lips, plotting how they'd run away together.
This was the start of their new lives.