Spoils of War
Ani, put simply, was confused. The pup was confused as to why he, a male, was doing in a bedchamber.
It all started badly, Ani's tribe had sought to rise up against the humans, the strange beings who ruled over the lands with an iron fist. The result had been short and brutal; the humans had easily beaten the tribe and had taken its spoils of war, which included Ani.
Ani was by no means a warrior; he was still just a whelp, he hadn't even been promised to a female yet! And even if he had been older, he was not of fighting stock. Ani was lithe yet not bony, courtesy of being the son of the village's few traders.
The male's fur was as white as the first winter snow, save for the pink flesh of his loins, a mark of a pup. The dog's ears were floppy and his green eyes bright, causing him to have been fussed over by the elder women of his tribe.
Much to Ani's chagrin, his dress was still that of a puppy. His throat bore no collar or necklace detailing his feats of honor and sexual prowess. His loin cloth was the simple deer hide, lacking in the ornaments of his skill as a tracker or hunter. However, due to his status as the first born son of traders, the loincloth had fur on the inside of both the front and back flap.
All of this was one of the sources of Ani's confusion. He knew it was common to take female slaves of breeding age as spoils of war, yet he was a male, barely old enough to be called a whelp, in the bed chambers of a human.
A revelation was soon had by the pooch, causing the short tail to wag. The epiphany was simple; he must be in the bed chambers of a human female. Ani relaxed as he followed that train of thought. He must be a souvenir for some warrior's wife, a novelty at best, and a servant at worst.
As the hours passed, Ani, weary from the day, laid down on the bed to rest. His slumber was disturbed as he felt his hindquarters being raised up. Ani's eyes snapped open, it was morning. Ani tried to move his paws, only to find they were restrained behind his back. With a whine, the whelp tried to curl his tail between his legs, only to have it forced to the side.
The questions in his mind were answered as he felt his loincloth being removed. A strong hand gripped his tail and he felt a string of some sort wrap around the wiggling appendage and felt it tied to his bound paws.
Whines escaped his maw as he felt something cup his sack, he had always been taught no one should touch him there save his wife, and from the smell, the one doing the touching was clearly a human male.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Ani tried to ignore the wrongful touching, yet it caused a strange stir in his body. He felt his sheath start to plump out, his body relax on its own accord, because all of this touching felt, of all things, pleasant.
A new smell entered the room, another human male. Ani's ears pricked up as one said to the other "Watch this." As soon as Ani felt the warm, wet slippery eel like presence on his anal ring, he jumped, surprised by the presence. The shock gave way to soft moans and yips as the presence moved around the muscle ring, hands groping his loins.
The eel-like presence penetrated the whelp, the result was quite profound, the pup's body relaxed, tail twitched under the bindings, throat and maw uttered moans and yips of pure joy. The hips thrusted against the air, the now exposed penis dripping with want.
A new thought began to form in Ani's mind, one that would serve him quite well in his new life. The thought was quite simple, pleasure is pleasure, so why should it matter if its derived from male or female, human or canid?