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I still remember what my father asked me when he first took me in: "Are you going to cause me any trouble, boy?"

"No, sir," was my reply.

In truth, my bad behavior had already seen me removed from my scholastic studies at the local monastery. The monks decided that I would benefit from a more physical education and as long as they paid the sponsorship fees, the Guild wouldn't complain. However, I should probably start from the very beginning.

An ongoing feud between two noble families that I couldn't give two shits about had escalated into a full-blown war just as I was born. My original family survived for merely six years after that until my parents were caught up in the conflict and murdered. We hadn't belonged to either side, but the war trampled over us regardless. I was alone after that, managing to live off of scraps in the gutters of Port Crow. Being a harbor city, there was no shortage of leftovers to be had if you were quick enough, but as it turns out, I wasn't.

My youthful inexperience instead landed me in the aforementioned monastery for juvenile rehabilitation. There, the monks spent five years trying to whip some morals into me. It was probably an attempt to groom me for joining their religious order, and while some of their lessons took, I was far too unruly to ever be a monk. It was only an added bonus for the monastery that their petty quarrels with the Port Crow Guildmasters could be calmed somewhat by the monks offering to sponsor a "promising youth," and so I- the monastery's adolescent, leonine sacrificial lamb- was offered up to the Port Crow Trade Guilds as a tribute.

Unlike most lions, my fur was dark brown and my eyes were an unusual shade of violet. Unsurprisingly, my odd appearance made me feel like an outcast, but if that wasn't enough, I had already started feeling a strange attraction to other males, and older men in particular. I could make assumptions about my lack of a father figure, but the cause of my desires isn't very important. What is important is that I had them; I had them and I couldn't stop them even if I had wanted to.

Thus, when I was plunked into a chair in front of the various guild masters of Port Crow to determine which vocation I would take, I was immediately drawn to the more physical variety. The masters of those guilds were a group of brawny, older men seated to the right of the Guild Grandmaster, who himself was an attractive, aged bearded badger. To his left were seated masters and mistresses of academic guilds for the most part, though the weaving and leatherworking guild masters were also seated there. The room itself was fairly plain with a wooden floor and stone walls, several windows, and a few tapestries.

The masters spoke quietly to themselves, but it was clear from their tone and disapproving glances that no one wanted to take me in. After much deliberation, the master of the Blacksmith Guild begrudgingly agreed. His name was Theodore and he specifically asked me to never call him "Teddy". Naturally, that made me all the more tempted to do so. He was an incredibly large polar bear who personally delivered me to my new home. Along the way, he explained my position and what was expected of me, but I must admit that, even then, I was far more interested in imagining what he would look like in the nude.

My ears perked up from my fantasy when Teddy's deep, baritone voice spoke about the conditions of my new life. "If you do not adequately learn the blacksmith trade within ten years, you will be returned to the monastery," he said. "I expect the monks will not be pleased if you squander your time with the guild, and they would probably force you to work off the cost of the sponsorship fee they so generously offered us." I shuddered at the thought. Anything was better than being cooped up in that stuffy monastery again with nothing to do but transcribe books, and it would be even worse if I was a debt prisoner.

We arrived at a modest storefront in the trade district of Port Crow. Thankfully, it was an area of the city I hadn't explored during my time as a poor orphan; I didn't know what I would have done if my new employer had been someone who's food I used to regularly try to steal. The shop had all manner of steel tools displayed out front and I could hear the distinct, rhythmic clang of hammer on metal even before we approached the door. Teddy ushered me inside before I could stop to gawk at any of the items on display near the door.

The inside of the shop was warm and smelled of masculine sweat and hot steel. The scents sent my blood pumping faster through my veins and made me eager to see the man who could create such delightful smells. Teddy brought me around the counter in the middle of the room to the forge, where a muscular, golden-furred lion was hammering away at a long piece of glowing hot metal. The older lion was wearing a protective apron but was otherwise shirtless, and he concentrated on his work even though we stood mere feet away from him. However, in that moment, I honestly didn't mind being ignored. I would have stood there for hours just watching his muscles work and breathing in his delicious, almost intoxicating scent.

After a few more moments and countless strikes with his hammer, the blacksmith carefully picked up the metal with his tongs and placed it in a bucket of water nearby, which sent a cloud of steam into the air. He finally turned to face us, removing his work gloves before shaking Teddy's hand.

"What brings you to my shop, Theodore?" the lion asked in a gruff voice that made my young knees weak.

"I know you've been looking for an apprentice," Teddy said. "Luca here was graciously sponsored by Abbot Leland and I hoped he might benefit from your tutelage."

"The monastery, huh?" the blacksmith snorted as he gazed down at me with piercing green eyes. "Are you going to cause me any trouble, boy?"

"No, sir," I replied.

"Good. I'll begin teaching you right now since there's still time before dinner."

"I'll leave him in your capable hands," Teddy said. "Keep me informed of his progress, won't you?"

The lion nodded as Teddy left the shop before he turned back to my expectant expression. "Alright, Luca, put on that apron over there."

I hesitated. "Um, a question first. What's your name?"

The older lion chuckled, nearly making me swoon. "I'm Jacob. That apron might be a bit big for you, but you'll grow into it."

We worked hard that first day and by the end of it, I was exhausted. However, the cherry on top of my tiredness was Jacob finally removing that apron. I don't know if he saw me lick my lips at that moment, but I know that I did. I couldn't help it! He had a perfect torso with a thick, muscular chest and arms, but also a slightly pudgy belly. His brown mane framed his face and became a treasure trail that traveled down between his pecs and over his belly. His tawny fur was scarred in a few places, most notably a vertical scar on his left shoulder and a diagonal scar that ran from the right side of his abdomen toward his groin. While I ogled, Jacob cooked up a stew for us in his small kitchen and we sat near the fireplace in the back of the shop, behind the forge, to eat.

"Am I correct to assume that you have no family?" Jacob asked abruptly in between mouthfuls.

I nodded in response, "They were killed in the war."

"Do you miss them?"

I shrugged and let my eyes wander over his body before saying anything. "It's kind of difficult to miss what you can't remember."

"I see," Jacob said. "Well, this will be your home now. You did good work today, so make sure to keep it up and learn all you can. I imagine you don't want to go back to the monastery."

"Not if I can help it," I replied from behind a small grin.

***

In the several years that followed, I studied well under Jacob's yoke and I tried my best to please him. Shallow as I was, Jacob's attractiveness was certainly what kept me on the path to learning the trade. The work was brutal; nearly every night I fell into bed, too exhausted to do anything else but sleep. As I grew older, I also grew stronger. It was almost as if a switch had been flipped in me- suddenly I could work for longer periods of time without becoming fatigued and my muscles were developing nicely under the grueling work, though I was still no match for Jacob when it came to hammering metal.

Each clang of the hammer sent vibrations up and down my arms, steadily turning them to jelly. I must have had an uncomfortable grimace on my face because Jacob held up his hand to stop me after only six strikes.

"Let the hammer do most of the work, Luca," he said. "Trust your tools to do what they were designed to do."

CLANG! I clenched my teeth against the uncomfortable buzzing in my muscles and put the hammer down as I tried to shake the feeling from my arm. My whole body tensed up at the sudden sensation of Jacob behind me. His broad chest leaned into my shoulders as he took my gloved hands in his and guided me back to the anvil. I pushed back into him as we picked up the hammer and gripped the tongs to hold the hot metal in place. Jacob's grip was firm, but not painfully so, and as we raised the hammer, my nostrils flared at the manly, musky scent that wafted across my face.

Jacob brought the hammer down swiftly at an angle, turning the metal over once he had made half of a sword tip. We pounded the other side of the blade in a similar manner until the handsome point of a sword was created. Jacob stayed behind me to finish the rest of the blade, guiding my motions with his hands, but letting me do most of the work. It was more erotic to me than it should have been, and my loins stiffened from his masculine scent and his warm body so close behind me.

Before long, the work was finished and we dropped the blade into the bucket of water next to the anvil. Jacob moved away from me and I felt my heart sink. It was like torture being so close to the man of my dreams for years and being unable to tell him how I truly felt for fear of reprisal. "Let's get this place cleaned up, son," he said.

"Sure thing, father," I replied as I began to help him. I don't remember how old I was when he first started referring to me as his son, but I took to the idea immediately. As one might have thought, it didn't lessen my desire for him, and in fact, it made him even more attractive in my eyes. Back to the present, I might as well have been a pot of water ready to boil over with sexual frustration.

Cleaning the shop took some time, and the sun was already going down when we finished. Jacob patted me on the shoulder as we made our way to the small fireplace to eat, something that had become a family tradition for the two of us. The meal was quick, just a few slices of beef and some vegetables, and we both stretched afterward from the long day of work.

"I'm going out tonight," Jacob announced after the dishes were cleaned. He often did such now that he knew I was old enough to take care of myself. I assumed he would be carousing at some tavern or another. "You may do as you wish, Luca, but remember that we have a large order to fill tomorrow."

I nodded in response and added, "have fun!" as he left. In truth, my stubborn brain refused to stop thinking about my father's muscular body pressed against my back as his erection slid between my ass cheeks. The fantasy made my cock throb in my pants, fueled by years of desire with no outlet. That night, however, I was determined to get some relief.

I was a man of the streets and, as I had grown older, it wasn't too difficult to find the signs of depravity in the back alleys of Port Crow. During the years I had spent with Jacob, he had sent me on various delivery runs for materials, and on several of those runs, I had overheard some very interesting and enticing information about a place where a man could go to fulfill his basest desires. I was no longer a child at this point in my life and I had that burning need in the pit of my loins that ached for release. It seemed that my only choice to get the pleasure from older men that I so strongly desired would be that den of depravity: The Sword & Scabbard.

It was an innocuous name for an innocuous building. One wouldn't have been able to find it unless one was actively looking for it, and even then, the signboard next to the ordinary wooden door was so small, it was a wonder that the place saw any business at all. By the time I reached the entrance, it was already well after dark and the small, dimly lit alleyway was devoid of any other person. I knocked on the door and a wooden slat at eye level slid open to reveal a pair of piercing, yellow eyes surrounded by brown fur.

"Password?" The eyes asked in a gruff voice.

"Long live the Harbormaster," I said quietly. A moment of breathless silence followed as the eyes looked me over. I feared that during my snooping, I had misheard the password at first, but the sound of latches and locks being released from the other side of the door sent a wave of relief washing over me. The door opened to reveal an older wolf of average build with greying brown fur. He was dressed in a plain, beige tunic and brown trousers with bare paws. His eyes darted back and forth down the alley as he ushered me inside before closing and locking the door.

The entrance, like the rest of the building, was completely normal and empty except for a small table on which sat a book, a feather pen, and an ink pot. The wolf went around to the table and sat, opening the book and turning to an empty page. He gave me a predatory grin as he dipped the feather pen in the ink. "You're a bit younger than our normal patrons," he said. "But that's not a problem. We need fresh meat every once in awhile, so to speak. Once you tell me your name, I'll lead you to your stall."

I understandably hesitated. Did he mean something like a horse's stall? My heart pounded in my chest as I briefly contemplated leaving. The wolf seemed to see my apprehension and he smiled a kinder smile this time before he spoke, "No pressure, boy. You can leave if you want."

"C-could you elaborate?" I asked.

He nodded. "This is a completely anonymous agreement. No one sees the names in the book other than me. If you came in this entrance, I assume you're looking to feel another man's shaft thrusting deep inside of you or pulsing in your mouth as he squirts down your throat, am I wrong?"

The candid nature of his speech when he talked about such lewd acts made my erection throb and I could feel it tenting my trousers. The wolf glanced down at it and grinned. "We can scratch that itch for you, boy, and the best part is, there's very little risk of being seen by someone you might know."

I tried to keep my cool as the wolf adjusted his own crotch under the table. It seemed he was getting off on watching my trousers bulge. "There's another entrance?" I asked. The sailors I had overheard were only talking about this one.

"Sure is, but it's not anonymous. The entrance on the other side of the building is for men who are looking to breed. I keep this entrance private because it can be awkward for some who want to be bred, but also may hold positions of authority outside of the Sword & Scabbard."

That was understandable. In fact, this wolf didn't seem like the scoundrel I had been expecting. He was lewd and vulgar, yes, but he hadn't shown any signs of malice. He was actually being quite kind and reasonable. A sudden knock on the door brought the wolf to his feet and I could definitely see his ample bulge as he moved to the door and gently guided me to the side. He slid the slat back and I watched a smile creep over his face as he spoke, "Password?" There was a muffled reply from the other side of the door. "I'm sorry sir, but I am currently with another patron. If you would return in twenty or so minutes, I will sign you in then."

The wolf nodded before closing the slat and moving back to the other side of the table. My heart was still beating rapid-fire in my chest, but I was done with hesitating. The thought of being bred by unknown older men was too enticing. The wolf looked up at me expectantly, "So, will you give me your name, young sir?" He asked.

"Luca," I said, spelling it for him afterward. "Why do you need it exactly if this place is anonymous?"

"Signing in is a form of loose contract. If you cause trouble in the Sword & Scabbard, then I have leverage against you. But I don't think we'll see any trouble from a fine lad such as yourself, will we?"

"No, sir," I replied.

"Excellent!" He blew onto the page to dry the ink faster before closing the book and moving around the table once again. "Patrons refer to me as Master Guerrin. Come with me, please." I followed him out of the entrance room and down a dimly lit corridor, my heart racing in my chest faster and faster as we walked. We turned right after a short while and almost immediately, I could smell the musky, masculine scent of male sex. The hallway was lined on either side with doors that had ample space in between them. Most of them were closed, but the sound of grunts and soft moans could be heard from the other side. My cock throbbed as I followed Master Guerrin to one of the open doors and he ushered me inside. The room was small and did, in fact, look similar to a horse stall. On either wall perpendicular to the door were two holes, covered by a flap of leather that could be slid to either side and locked in place by a hook hanging on the same wall nearby. A bench sat against the wall opposite the door on which rested a basin of water, a cloth, and a bottle filled with an amber colored liquid. Master Guerrin entered the room after I did, but left the door open.

"Alright, lad, let's get those clothes off," he said. I'm ashamed to say that I complied without hesitation. The fact that I barely knew this older wolf was making my shaft throb and leak in anticipation. He continued with a surprisingly comforting smile: "Since it's your first time, we'll need to get you used to it before I let the boys loose on you. Some of them are very well endowed. Any objections to letting this old wolf have a taste first, my boy?"

I shook my head and watched eagerly as the wolf slid his pants down to his ankles, revealing his stiff erection. It was of average length and girth, but that was perfect for my first time. Guerrin motioned for me to turn around and I did so, sucking in a breath as he lifted my tail and his cold nose pushed in between my ass cheeks.

"Just relax, lad," he said, hot breath puffing against my twitching asshole. My own shaft throbbed underneath me and my stomach churned with excited butterflies. The wolf's long, soft tongue dragged against my entrance and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips as my tail thrashed from side to side over his head. He pushed it forward over my back to keep it out of the way as his tongue twirled about the edge of my anus, teasing the quivering, muscled ring until I eventually unclenched enough for it to dip inside. I gasped aloud as his tongue pushed into me, sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine. He kept it inside for a while, wiggling it against the inside of my butthole and rubbing my inner walls. I couldn't resist pushing back against his mouth as his tongue slid out and once again flicked across my entrance.

I whimpered, panting and shuddering as the older wolf masterfully worked me open. He pushed that long, warm tongue back inside and sent it as deep as he could, wiggling it back and forth all the while. I clenched my fists and teeth, gasping and groaning as I pushed back into the wonderful feeling that made my cock drip and my legs shake. After what seemed like hours of the wolf's tongue firmly thrusting in and out of my asshole, Guerrin gently pulled it free and licked his lips.

The wolf stood and picked up the bottle from the bench, pouring a generous amount of the oil inside onto his dripping shaft. He dribbled some more of the liquid over my clenching hole before he gently pushed a finger into me. Once again I groaned as he teased me, that finger curving as soon as he had the knuckles inside and pressing right against my prostate. I arched my back with a loud gasp as my tail writhed with a mind of its own, and in response, he shoved a second finger into me. Guerrin slid those two fingers in and out with steady rhythm over several minutes. I had never felt anything so pleasurable in my young life and I was eagerly bearing down on those fingers, trying to open myself up further for him.

The wolf must have noticed or at least he decided that I was ready on his own because he carefully removed his fingers and lined up the tip of his shaft with my asshole. "This is going to feel a lot more intense, boy. Just relax as best you can," he said. I nodded and he pushed forward. My asshole stretched around the head of his shaft, drawing a fevered groan from my lips. His chest and pudgy belly pressed against my back as he sank in slowly inch after inch, pinning my excited, twitching tail in place. My erection dripped under me, fueled by his prodding firmly into my prostate as it slid over my gland. When he finally hilted and my hole squeezed tightly around the base, he huffed into my ear. "The boys are going to love you, lad. You're doing great. Let me know when you think I can continue."

My asshole was clenching frantically around the intruder and I tried to slow my racing heart, but the thrill of finally having an older man's shaft inside of me was too exciting. A strange, blissful sense of euphoria washed over my body, making me feel as though I was meant to be in that position, with another man's dick hilted and throbbing in my asshole. Despite my entrance still clenching like a vice, I nodded to him and Guerrin pulled out about halfway before he slammed back into me. I yelped and then I could only whimper and moan as the older wolf set into a powerful, firm rhythm. He grunted above me, strong arms gripping my torso as his hips slapped against mine. "Gotta get you... used to it, boy," he whispered into my ear as the base of his erection repeatedly stretched me open with each hilting thrust.

His masculine scent drifted into my nose as he bred me, threatening to already bring me over the edge of orgasm, but I managed to barely hold back the mounting pleasure of the wolf's erection digging into my prostate each time he hilted. Guerrin's breath became ragged and his thrusts more erratic after only a few minutes and he growled softly as his grip on my torso tightened. "Yer so tight, kitty," he groaned. "Gonna fill you up and let the rest of 'em loose on you."

"P-please," I whined. "Breed me, Master Guerrin!" I clenched on purpose this time, actively trying to milk his cock as he let out a pleased rumble and his thrusting pace increased. His claws dug into my chest and belly fur as the older wolf let out a loud moan and his erection throbbed thicker inside of my asshole, shooting a hot warmth into me. His balls pressed tightly against my taint and I could feel them twitching as he unloaded his thick cum deep inside. He panted heavily over my shoulder as he slowly came down from the high of orgasm. I clenched again as I felt his softening shaft start to slip free, but that only helped it go, flopping out after the last of his load oozed into me.

"Yer a natural, lad," he said, panting in my ear. "You ready for the main event?"

"I-I think so," I said breathlessly.

"Any time you want to stop, just close the flaps," Guerrin said as he gently lifted himself from my back. "The boys are perfect gentlemen in that regard."

The older wolf reached over me and lifted the flap on my right and then did the same to the one on the left. I couldn't see well enough into the dimly lit room beyond to tell how many men were milling about, but I could now hear them moving and grunting and fucking. I positioned myself between the two open holes and Guerrin smiled kindly as he left, closing the door behind him. The holes themselves weren't large enough for anyone to make out specific details about me from the outside, and I was relieved at that. I felt some of the older wolf's seed still dripping slowly down my taint and sack and I slowly stroked myself in breathless anticipation as I pushed my ass against the wall behind me.

The hole in the wall was perfectly positioned so that only my anus and balls were visible from the other side. I had to hold my head up so that my face couldn't be seen through the opposite hole. My nervous heart fluttered about like an anxious butterfly. A cold nose nudged my taint without warning and warm breath kissed my balls, followed quickly by a soft, wet tongue that delicately licked each of my orbs in succession before taking my whole sack into the warm mouth. The sudden, intense pleasure made my fur stand on end and I panted through clenched teeth in response to the stranger's oral attention. The nose huffed and snorted near my twitching hole as the stranger's tongue writhed against my nuts. I panted and groaned, pushing back against the wall as the stranger cleaned Guerrin's cum from my sack. When he pulled away from me, I whined, which drew a deep chuckle from his chest and then the tip of what felt like a monstrously thick erection forced its way into me.

I yelped in pain as my ass was violently stretched open, pulling myself away from the stranger in surprise. My hole clenched angrily as I looked back at the enticingly thick, black erection sticking through the hole with a large pair of white, fuzzy balls underneath. It bobbed in the moment of silence before a low growl from the other side of the wall revealed the stranger's frustration.

"Get that ass back here, boy," he said in a very familiar voice.

I gulped and grabbed the bottle of oil from the shelf, pouring it liberally over the polar bear's throbbing cock; a cock I had fantasized about for more times than I could count. I could hear him chuckling and then groaning with need as I stroked his penis to spread the slick liquid all over it. A spurt of precum fired from the tip and hit me in the nose. My tongue darted out to lick it off and I swooned at the salty, masculine taste. It had been years since I had last seen Theodore, but that had not dimmed my attraction for him in the least. I leaned in and ran my own tongue over his hefty balls, enjoying the sound of his huffing groans while I teased him.

"C-come on," he grunted. "Give me that tight tail, lad."

I really did want to feel him inside of me. I would just have to take it slow and hope that he understood. I turned back around and gently eased myself backward slowly over the tip. Now that I was mentally prepared for it, conquering the head of his massive, girthy erection was easier. Don't get me wrong, I still gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat for him, but at least the pain had dulled to minor discomfort. When the head of his shaft was firmly lodged inside beyond my inner sphincter, I let out a gasping, ragged breath and let my hole clench around him. He was moaning at the tightness and I made him moan louder as I let go of his cock and pushed back toward the wall. Inch by blissful inch spread my hole wide as I groaned and whimpered. Three-quarters of his length throbbed thickly in me and my head swam from the ecstasy of being stretched open by such a masculine older man. I felt him step backward, starting to pull out, but I followed him until my backside was pressed against the wall and half of his erection was still inside. "Oh, yes, Teddy!" I whispered.

There was no way he could have heard me, but the powerful, almost vindictive thrust he slammed me with for a moment made me think otherwise and briefly knocked the air from my lungs. The polar bear behind me set into a violent rhythm, his hefty balls crashing into my own each time his girth split my hole open with the extra-thick base. I couldn't speak; I couldn't moan; I could only pant and cough and take the brutal thrusts like a good, obedient boy. The thought of his enormous shaft pushing Guerrin's cum deeper inside of me made my heart flutter and thump in my chest with needy desire. Teddy's dick twitched each time he hilted and his deep, grunting, panting moans were like music to my ears. I rode high on the thought that it was my body that was bringing him such pleasure, and I gasped when he pushed forward with enough force to bounce me off of the wall. I pushed back quickly and he kept his length deep inside- so deep that I could feel it slightly bulging my abdomen with the fat tip.

"God, you feel like a virgin, but you take it like a champion," Teddy huffed as he let his cock throb and spurt precum into me, and my hole responded by clamping down on his girthy base. "Where on Earth does Guerrin find exquisite lads like you?"

I didn't want Theodore to know it was me he was pounding so I didn't reply. Instead, I pulled away for a few inches and then shoved myself backward, drawing a low groan from deep in his chest. I repeated the motion and felt his shaft feverishly pulsing within me. My whole body shivered as the tip of his cock pushed out my belly each time my ass slapped the wall and his thick length battered my prostate.

I stopped after only a few repetitions, the pleasure of imminent climax bubbling dangerously in the pit of my stomach. However, Teddy didn't want to merely be teased. He quickly pulled out and shoved his meaty shaft all of the way back in me, forcing a hoarse moan from my lungs as his thickness pummeled my prostate and vaulted me over the edge. My own erection jumped up to my belly and splattered the floor with ropes of sticky, white, leonine cum as my hole clamped down around the polar bear's shaft, but Teddy did not relent. "Cumming already?" he growled with a chuckle. "Stay with me. Your ass is too good to stop now." My blissful release was made all the more intense by his continued pounding thrusts, and I could only shudder and whine in response as excess oil mixed with Guerrin's seed dribbled from my abused, clenching hole.

A soft knock on the wall near my head drew my attention back to that hole and the other shaft that bumped my nose as I turned. Without thinking, I inhaled it, still riding the final throes of ecstasy as Teddy's thickness milked my prostate for every drop of cum that I had. This is what I had wanted, to be used over and over again by older men. I closed my eyes as the shaft between my lips reached the back of my mouth, making me gag a bit from the girth and from the spurt of precum that fired down my throat without warning. I pulled back and swallowed, huffing a long breath of air around it before I slowly brought my lips back down, dragging my tongue along the underside of that delicious-tasting meat.

I heard the owner of the dick in my mouth panting and growling softly as my tongue ran over his length. Teddy's shaft was long enough that the tip was still inside of me when my lips reached the base of the stranger's cock, and I began to seesaw between them. The man in front of me grunted and huffed while Teddy moaned behind me. I could feel their erections throbbing and pulsing as I rocked back and forth, giving off soft whimpers of my own. I was on cloud nine, my whole body shuddering from the bliss of pleasuring these older men at the same time.

"Oh, yeah. Just like that," the voice from in front of me made my eyes snap open and as I dove back down his thick length, I recognized his scent and saw a familiar scar leading towards the stranger's groin from his right side. Could it actually be my father!? The lion's cock throbbed in my throat and I realized I had stopped moving. Teddy was carefully thrusting his hips against the wall, trying to get pleasure without pulling his dick free from my stretched asshole. My father's erection shot another strand of precum down my throat and I moaned around his thick base, pulling back and impaling myself on Teddy's dick once again as I rolled my tongue around Jacob's cock tip.

The polar bear groaned and resumed his firm, full-length, deep-dicked thrusts into my stomach and I grunted like a pig as I felt that wonderful sensation of his erection pushing out my belly with each hilting. I rubbed the tip of my tongue against my father's piss slit and got a shot of precum in return. Savoring the taste of that delicious, masculine liquid, I rolled it around my tongue, trying to gather as much of it there as I could before swallowing. It must have been torture for him to be teased like that, but he still seemed to enjoy it, judging from the moaning grunts and panting gasps that I could hear from the other side of the wall.

Teddy's thrusting pace increased and he growled in satisfied dominance as he further stretched and abused my entrance with his incredibly girthy shaft. I yelped around my father's dick each time the polar bear's nuts crashed against mine and several savage thrusts drew an open-mouthed wail from my chest as Teddy finally slammed home and erupted. The first thing I felt was the base of his shaft thickening even further, pushing apart my asshole with each throb, then a hot, liquid warmth spread into me from the slight bump his cockhead made in my abdomen. I swooned at the feeling, growing lightheaded from my rapid heartbeat and the pleasure of being filled by such a powerful man's seed. His balls twitched as he unloaded into me what felt like quarts of cum and I lost count of how many shots the polar bear gave me. His climax lasted for a long while and by that point, my hole was so tired that I couldn't even clench it around his pulsing cock as he slowly withdrew.

I shuddered in pleasure, whimpering softly as I felt his semen oozing from my wide open ass. My cock was already rock hard again under me, and I began to slurp on my father's erection once more. Teddy's tongue licked my balls again, this time sliding up my taint to dive into my entrance. I groaned as his wet saliva mixed with his cum and his warm tongue soothed my abused hole. He licked my hole clean, wiggling his thick tongue around as he pushed it inside and rubbed my inner walls. My father's cock throbbed in my mouth as I tried to copy Teddy's tongue movements with my own. The polar bear grabbed my balls in his fist and tugged them gently away from my crotch as his oral muscle danced around my anus. His lips surrounded my muscled ring and kissed it while his tongue slid at least two inches into me, and I moaned like a whore at the perverse feeling of him slurping his own semen out of my asshole.

All too soon, Teddy's tongue withdrew, leaving me panting around my father's meat. I redoubled my sucking efforts, trying to get the older lion off. He groaned and panted above, thrusting into my mouth with purpose, and I dove forward, pushing my nose into his deliciously musky crotch so that each of his thrusts slapped his balls against my chin. The tip of his dick throbbed each time he shot precum down my throat and I gripped his heavy nuts in my fist, tugging them downward, just like Teddy had done to me.

"I'm close," Jacob hissed through his teeth and in response I pulled back, rubbing my tongue rapidly under the crown of his erection. My free hand gripped and stroked the shaft outside of my mouth and his panting, breathy grunts turned into a full-fledged moan as his dick pulsed and fired thick ropes of rich, leonine cum onto my tongue. It was bitter and salty, but I didn't care. The fact that it was my father's seed filling my mouth made it taste like the sweetest honey to me in that moment. I gulped once, then again, and a third time as he pumped his load into my hungry maw. Some of it oozed from the corners of my mouth from the force of his explosion, but most of the delectable semen slid down my throat and into my belly. I continued sucking on his shaft until he started to squirm and I reluctantly let it go, making sure to close the flap as he withdrew to make sure he wouldn't see my face.

A stranger's dick poking my ass made me remember that the opposite flap was still open and I pushed back into the length, feeling it sliding inside with little effort. The owner pushed until his balls were against mine and I gripped my own shaft as I started to bounce on his cock. I imagined that my father had come back to use me a second time even though I knew it was unlikely. The stranger knew just how to thrust to hit my prostate every time and I felt myself getting closer and closer to a second orgasm the more I thought of this stranger shooting a third load of cum into me. Teddy's seed oozed from my hole around the shaft as he pummeled my gland mercilessly. I could hear his grunts becoming more urgent and I moaned softly.

"That's it," he said in an unfamiliar, domineering voice. "Moan for daddy."

Those words made my head swim with lust and I shoved my rear into the wall to let him really pound my abused hole. "G-give it to me!" I whimpered and he sped up his thrusts in response. I moaned out loud for him and I felt his shaft thicken against my prostate. He rubbed my gland in all of the most pleasing ways and I let out a breathless wail as my shaft squirted three small spurts of cum onto the floor under me. He groaned and hilted as my asshole spasmed and clenched tiredly around the base of his shaft.

"F-fuck yeah!" he grunted as my hole milked his length and I felt the now familiar, hot warmth of an older man's cum firing into me. I lost track of how long he throbbed inside of me, my bliss-addled mind too busy swimming in a sea of pleasure. Eventually, after what must have been minutes, he slowly slid out of my ass, reaching a rough hand through the hole to grab and squeeze my asscheeks as his semen mixed with Guerrin's and Teddy's to drip down my taint.

"Hope to breed you again, lad," his rough voice said as he kissed my sack and licked the juices from my hole. His tongue didn't dive inside like Teddy's had earlier, but instead, he slid it around my pucker, soothing the tired edges of my asshole. When he pulled away, I quickly turned and closed the flap before rolling over onto my back, chest heaving breathlessly from a very different kind of work than I was used to.

My mind raced, filled with regret over not getting to feel my father's essence filling my backside, and my fists clenched in frustration as I lay there, mentally chastising myself for something that wasn't even my fault. Eventually, my brain began to plot. Now that I knew my father shared my interest in males, I was more determined than ever to show him how I felt. I just wasn't sure if I could actually bring myself to say the words to his face...

***

The next morning, I couldn't shake the memory of my father's thick erection throbbing as he fired cum down my throat. Jacob made no mention of that night at The Sword & Scabbard, and I was relieved that he hadn't figured out it was my mouth he used. Blacksmith training remained grueling, but nothing was worse than the first few days after the night of my adventure. My whole body ached from stiff muscles, and my father gave me a few concerned glances as he noticed me wincing every time I was forced to lift something heavy or work the bellows. I waved off his concern by saying it was the intense training we had done the day before, and he seemed to believe it.

A few weeks later, I started feeling restless. I would lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling while listening to my father's rhythmic snoring. The urge to be bred was returning and I couldn't stop myself from staring at Jacob's sleeping body across the room while I slowly stroked myself. However, pleasuring myself was just not the same. I wanted to feel my father's shaft deep inside of me while his strong arms held my body against his muscular torso. I began contemplating the risks of speaking to him outright about The Sword & Scabbard, but I was unreasonably afraid of what his response might be, and so I waited.

Weeks turned into a month, and my temptation only increased the longer I kept my desires bottled up inside. One night, when we were getting ready to sleep after a hard day in the forge, I crawled beneath the wool blanket, ready to drift off into my very frustrated dreams. Across the room, my father stretched as he stood in front of his bed and yawned. I glanced over at him in time to see his bare ass slip beneath the blanket in the darkness of the room. I started to sweat, the embarrassed heat of lust burning my cheeks and sending my shaft to full mast. I couldn't sleep now; my libido had too many deliciously depraved ideas running about in my head. Could I bring my father to orgasm without him waking up? I knew that he was a reasonably heavy sleeper. I had been able to get up in the middle of the night without waking him when I was younger. My stomach nervously rolled over, sending a shiver down my spine as my erection oozed precum onto my mattress. I glanced over to where my father lay. The older lion was turned away from me, torso slowly rising and falling, but I had no way to tell if he was actually asleep or not.

I waited.

Was I actually going to do this? My mind raced, bringing up countless scenarios, each with an outcome worse than the last. But my libido countered with the memory of how delicious my father's erection tasted. My heart pounded as I lay motionless in the darkness, listening for the telltale sounds of my father's snoring. Each minute that passed felt like days, and several times I tried to roll over and go to sleep, but my angry, unbridled lust kept my mind from calming.

After several more rotations and worried waiting, the scent of my father's potent leonine musk wafted into my nose. Curiously, I glanced over my shoulder and saw that Jacob had rolled over, blanket tossed halfway off of him and onto the floor. One of his thick arms was draped over his stomach and his chest was steadily rising with slow breaths. And then he snored; a soft rumbling, snorting sound that made my heart leap in my chest with excitement. My stomach churned as I watched him rhythmically sleep for several more minutes. I had to make absolutely sure that he was as deeply asleep as possible. The blanket was barely covering his crotch, and his tail lazily drifted from side to side.

I carefully turned over to watch him more easily, moving as slowly as possible to make sure any sound I made wouldn't be loud enough to wake him. My whole body vibrated with anticipation as I watched my father's swaying tail move more slowly and then as if to signal me specifically, his crotch began to rise. Jacob's shaft lifted the blanket with ease as it thickened, throwing off the fabric with a throb to slide up his thigh toward his stomach. I watched, riveted to the spot, as his length jumped on his belly for a few pulses before it pulled itself upward, jutting from his pelvis to point directly at his head. I marveled at the way his erection held itself up. My own merely laid flat on my belly when I was on my back. My lungs burned and I realized I had been holding my breath, completely distracted by my father's masculine display. I released the nervous air in my lungs and carefully lifted my blanket from my body. My father's tail had stopped swaying completely and was now resting on the floor. A loud snore erupted from his chest, telling me that he was deep asleep.

I sat up in my bed, watching him sleep for several long seconds while I slowly stroked myself. Part of me wished that my father would wake up and notice, but my more perverted side brought me to my feet and made me slowly approach my father's sleeping body. I wasted no time sniffing his erection. His heady musk filled my nose and lungs, sending my senses reeling with unparalleled desire. I gently licked his heavy nuts, keeping my eyes upward to watch his belly rise and fall as he snored. Lust-fueled courage brought my fist around the base of his shaft where I squeezed to coax a dollop of precum from the tip. My tongue slid upward, licking that delicious liquid from my father's flesh before I took the fat tip into my lips. Jacob snorted and my eyes shot to his face, heart pounding in my chest. Another rumbling snore and I slowly descended on his delicious meat. My nose touched his pubic fur and that musk invaded all of my senses as I pulled back upward, sucking air through my nose before diving back down.

I set into a steady rhythm and gripped his fat nuts in my hand to gently tug them, his precum shooting in slick spurts onto my tongue and down my throat. Each deep breath I took of my father's musk made my own shaft throb with unbridled need, and I was so lost in lust that I didn't notice that he had stopped snoring, or that his powerful hips had started thrusting up into my mouth. A few seconds later, I gagged in surprise when both of his hands roughly gripped my head and he hilted completely in my maw. My lips quivered as my air supply was cut off and I squeezed his nuts in my fist, tongue writhing along the underside of his shaft.

"L-Luca, you little sneak," he sternly grunted above me, releasing my head only enough to let me slide back up the shaft for air. I nervously looked up, expecting to see his furious expression glaring down at my embarrassed, slutty face.

He was smiling.

His hands rubbed my head as he coaxed me back down, gently forcing me to take all of his firm, throbbing dick into my mouth. I moaned as best I could around it as my throat massaged the tip. Jacob growled and released my head completely this time, allowing me to pull off and gasp as my free hand gently stroked his saliva covered cock. I panted, slowly regaining my breath as he gently rubbed my head. I didn't know what to say so I awkwardly kept my mouth shut, averting my eyes from his while my hand slid up and down his length and made his teeth clench from pleasure.

"Y-you know, Luca, you've become a very handsome young man," he eventually said. "Over the years, I have grown very fond of you, but I- have been hesitant to act on my feelings. I'm sure you know that society does not approve of men like us."

I blushed hotly when he complimented me. "I know," I said. "I'm sorry for being underhanded about this. I just didn't know any appropriate way to tell you-"

"It's alright, son. It was certainly a pleasant way to wake up." He replied with a cheeky grin.

"Why did you start calling me that?" I asked. "We're not related."

"Not by blood, perhaps, but your apprenticeship to me has still made us family. Now that our preferences are revealed, would you prefer that I call you husband instead?" His tail thrashed near the bed and his muscles tensed as I idly stroked him.

I shook my head and the embarrassed heat grew stronger in my ears and cheeks. "N-no. I like thinking of you as my father."

"Even when- you are stroking my shaft- so damn well?" He tensely grunted and I realized just how close to orgasm I had brought him with my idle hands alone.

"Y-yes," I hoarsely whispered as I released my grip to let him cool down.

He let out a gasping, breath and I couldn't tell if it was from relief or frustration. It may have been both. Jacob slowly sat up on his bed and moved to the kitchen. I watched him go, heart thudding in my chest in anticipation of what he planned to do. He returned with a bottle of oil and placed it on the floor next to the bed.

"On your hands and knees, son. Your father's gonna treat you right."

I nodded and quickly did as he commanded. The older lion gently caressed my balls before reaching through my legs, grabbing my cock, and stroking it slowly as I felt his hot breath on my taint. A needy gasp escaped my lips as his firm, wet tongue dragged across my hole. I lowered my chest to the mattress and lifted my rear toward his slowly lapping tongue and heard him purr in response. My father's talented tongue teased the ring of my entrance, sliding around the rim until my anal muscles quivered and opened slightly for him. My hole was slick with his saliva by then, and my shaft had dripped a large amount of precum onto his bed.

The older lion firmly pressed his oral muscle against my anal ring and it obediently spread apart. His tongue surged into me and moved in circles as his lips kissed my ass. My tail waved wildly back and forth above him and he reached up with his free hand to gently move it to the side. My hole clenched around his tongue, but he did not relent as he slid out slightly and then shoved it back in. It teased my anal walls, making me quiver and moan into his pillow as my anus became more and more loose with each hot minute that passed. Steadily, I felt the familiar feeling of climax building the more his tongue played with my entrance. My cock throbbed and spat precum over his hand as I came closer and closer to the edge.

My father released me and I whimpered as his tongue slid out of my hole. He licked his lips and rubbed my ass with a rough hand before he poured a large amount of the oil from the bottle onto his dick. I felt him moving behind me, and then I groaned with delight as his thick length stretched my asshole around it. He huffed in surprise as my ass swallowed him to the hilt and then he pressed his belly and beefy chest against my back, wrapping his arms around me as his shaft pulsed deep inside.

"You're not as new to this as I thought," he whispered sternly into my ear. "I'll have to discipline you for letting another man use you before I could, son."

I sucked in a ragged breath as he pulled his hips back and held just the tip of his erection inside of my anus, shame washing over my stomach as I remembered how much of a whore I had been at The Sword & Scabbard. But how could I have known that my father would actually use my mouth that night? How could I have known that he was also attracted to males? I tried to prepare myself for whatever he had planned in the brief moments that he paused with only the throbbing head of his shaft inside of me.

I yelped as he slammed back in without warning, his crotch crashing against my ass as he set into a powerful, steady rhythm. He violently drove his dick into me, and the force of his thrusts only seemed to make his cock harder, making my own erection spurt and ooze precum onto the bed below. I wailed and moaned his name, asking my father to violate me harder, which he did. His hips assaulted mine, making each thrust feel like he was spanking both of my ass cheeks at once. His weighty nuts slapped against my smaller pair and I whimpered, craving the rich load of leonine cum that my father was preparing to shoot into me.

He bit my shoulder, growling as his cock throbbed deep in me when he hilted and tugged at my hole on the lengthy pull back. My ass clenched with each powerful push and I grew lightheaded from the scent of male sex and the sound of my father panting through his nose as he roughly bred me. After a long while of this treatment, Jacob eventually slowed and firmly pressed his length as deep into me as he could go. I panted into his pillow and he gave me a tight hug as he released my shoulder from his short muzzle. He lifted his sweaty chest from my back and rubbed my sides gently while his shaft pulsed in my asshole.

"Roll over, Luca," he said. "I want to see your handsome face."

I lifted my left leg, careful not to hit him with it as I turned; his erection slipped out of me in the process, but I expected that. He leaned forward and grabbed the pillow, slipping it under my rump to provide a better angle. He smiled down at me as he held both of my ankles and his thick shaft opened me up once more.

"Good boy," he cooed as he gazed down at me with those gorgeous green eyes. His dick throbbed in me, pulling a gasp from my lips at the depth this new position allowed him to reach. He gripped my ass and pulled it tight against his hips, pushing his erection still deeper and I arched my back, mouth hanging open in a silent moan of bliss. The larger lion above me leaned forward with my legs on his shoulders, pinning me to the mattress as I whimpered and huffed in pleasure. My father's lips pressed against mine and his tongue shoved its way into my mouth. Heat rushed to my ears and cheeks; butterflies assaulted my stomach, and my own erection spat precum onto both of our bellies.

Only then did he begin to thrust: firm, deliberate, slow thrusts that pressed against my prostate each time he hilted inside. My hole clenched around him, milking his length as he tenderly made love to me. My head swam from the kiss, his scent, and the overwhelming desire I felt for him as our tongues wrestled with one another in my mouth. He rumbled above me, the sound in his chest sending vibrations through my dick, pinned between us. I groaned into his mouth as I felt myself already approaching the edge. His methodical battering of my anal gland only sped up my building orgasm and I gripped his head, holding his lips against mine as his tongue writhed in my mouth and he grinned with a knowing nod.

I moaned like a whore as my shaft throbbed and fired sticky ropes of cum between us. My whole body shuddered in climax and I could feel my asshole clenching feverishly around his hot length as he continued thrusting. He broke the kiss to watch my face as I came, smiling kindly down at me as he purposefully dug the tip of his cock into my prostate. I shuddered and whimpered and twitched with each pulse of my erection until my orgasm ebbed and the last of my copious load oozed from the tip of my shaft. However, my father continued. He kept the same pace, but now he was gazing down at me with obvious lust in his eyes. His hips gyrated with practiced technique as his erection tugged at my tightened hole.

He let out a low groan as I tiredly squeezed his shaft with my anus, and his thrusts sped up slightly. He panted, huffing through his nose as his grip on my ankles tightened. I reached up and rubbed his chest, massaging his thick pectoral muscles, which drew a pleased rumble from his throat. I pinched his left nipple and he gasped, quickly shoving forward into me, which caused my cock to jump and spurt the very last of my cum onto my belly. I groaned with my father as I tugged at his nipple and his erection slammed into me in response. I wanted him to cum. I wanted to feel his seed deep inside of me.

"I-I'm close, son!" He moaned.

I reached my other hand up to his chest and pinched his remaining nipple at the same time, forcing a pleasured, moaning roar from my father's lungs as his nuts crashed into my backside and his shaft thickened for several, frantic thrusts. He finally hilted, lips drawn back over his fangs in bliss as I felt his warm, thick cum exploding into me.

"Yes, father!" I moaned as Jacob's shaft pulsed six or seven times inside of my hungry asshole. I could feel the weight of his semen as he filled me, and when his grunting, panting breaths finally slowed, he released my ankles and collapsed on top of me, pulling me into a warm, fatherly embrace. I cuddled against his chest, letting a disappointed whimper slip past my lips when his softening shaft flopped out of me. My asshole gaped open for a second before I clenched it closed, trying to keep my father's rich semen inside. I nuzzled his chest fur, reveling in his delicious, masculine scent and in the softness of his brown treasure trail.

"Well, I think I will keep you here even after your apprenticeship concludes, my lovely boy," Jacob said softly.

"Even if this hadn't happened, I think I would have stayed anyway. You would have still needed help around the shop after all."

"True, true," he rubbed my back gently with his large, rough fingers, drawing a purr from my chest. There was a brief silence between us as he massaged me and I hugged his large torso close to my softly rumbling body.

"Luca, how would you like to go out with me one of these nights to have some fun with your old man?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, looking up at him and feigning curiosity. I had a feeling I knew what he was talking about before the words left his lips.

"I'd like you to meet a good friend of mine named Guerrin."

My heart pounded with excited anticipation in my chest.

END