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London 1901

The carriage swayed back and forth as It drove down Regent Street at a slow pace through thick evening fog. Lord William Maxwell, the sole occupant of the carriage, apart from his coachman Robert, sat in anxious silence as he grew closer to his destination. The black wolf reached inside his coat his watch to check the time, only to be interrupted by the chimes echoing from West Minster, informing him of the hour.

"Eight o'clock" he mutters to himself, returning the watch to the safety of his waistcoat. "Thank god, we're almost there."

It had been a long trip for the wolf; he was utterly fed up with this cramp carriage. He was cold, agitated, his rump had been asleep since Kensington, and he was starving...and not just for food.

The carriage turned down a number of back alleyways before stopping in the middle of a dark, deserted back street. William felt the carriage shift a little as Robert climbed down from the pilot seat and opened the door for him. He slowly emerged from the cabin and stepped out into the street, handing his cane to Robert as he took a moment to stretch and bring life back into his extremities. Once he felt he was sure his ass was still attached, he turned his attention to Robert who handed back his cane.

"Thank you Robert, be here by nine o'clock the next morning."

"Yes, m'lord," the gruff bulldog said dutifully as he closed the door to the carriage and tipped his hat. As he climbed back into the pilot seat, William notices him take a double take of the area. He didn't blame the bulldog for being a tad bit skittish; a dark, deserted, and dirty backstreet was the perfect environment for a criminal with malicious intent. London had always been a dangerous city, with thugs, pickpockets, and footpads lurking around every corner.

"You sure I shouldn't see ya in sir? Wouldn't be wise to leave you all your lonesome in a place like this." He says motioning the alley that stood before them. "Dangerous folk out and about at this hour."

"Worry not my good man," William told him with a reassuring smile. "And I've told you on several occasions that it's required I come alone."

Robert stared down at him perplexed, he was, of course, ignorant of the exact nature of William's occasional evening excursions and the wolf meant to keep it that way. The bulldog opened his mouth to say something but closed it again as he seemed to ponder a better argument.

"Believe it or not my dear fellow" William interrupted before Robert could voice another protest "This street" he indicates by taping his cane on the cobblestones "is the safest street outside of Westminster."

Robert suddenly appeared to be completely baffled, as if someone had told him the lie of the century. He opened his mouth to say something else but ultimately closed it for the final time, William could tell from his expression he was done arguing. Which was all to the good, as good as his intentions were, Robert was delaying him, and his patience was running short.

"G'night m'lord" the bulldog grumbled as he clicked his tongue, setting the carriage in motion.

William stood and watched as the carriage lumbered on down the street and ultimately disappeared into the evening fog, leaving him utterly alone in the dark alleyway. William took a moment to observe the deserted street, were he on any other street at this hour, Robert would indeed have every right to be worried. But little did Robert know, his master's associates commanded a certain degree of hidden authority here. So no criminal mischief, nor snooping policemen for that matter, would dare cause trouble here.

William started down the pitch black alley, his footsteps and the tapping of his cane against the cobblestones made the only sound to be heard echoing across the dark, run-down tenements. He made a series of turns around a number of corners until he found what he was looking for: a single, large, heavy door. Carved in the top right corner of its frame was the image of what appeared to be a winged cub with a bow and arrow. William approached the door and tapped the head of his cane against the bronze view slit. After a minute, the slit slid open, and a pair of inquisitive eyes stared at him through the slot.

"Password?" Came a lady's voice asked from behind the door.

"Omnia vincit Amor: et nos cedamus Amori."

The eyes disappeared as the slide slid shut once more, and the sounds of several mechanisms unlocking could be heard. After a second of silence, the door slowly opened, creating a loud creaking noise that William found rather unpleasant for such a quiet evening.

"Welcome back m'lord," the voice said, inviting him into the darkness. William did so, being all too glad to be out of the cold.

It was indeed much warmer inside, although it seemed slightly darker than it was outside in the alley, and the dimly lit candles mounted on the walls did little to help. William turned back to the door as the pleasant-voiced gatekeeper, a rather tall looking collie, finished resetting all the locks before addressing him.

"This way please" the collie instructed, as she led William down the hallway. Not far down the hall sat a scruffily dressed bear reading a newspaper. Beside him on the table laid a half-finished pint of beer, and next to that, a rather nasty looking club.

"Evening Reg" William bid the bouncer as he passed him by.

"Evenin' m'lord" the bear mumbled, without looking up from his paper.

William and the collie continued down a long hallway until they arrive at a drawn curtain. The collie pulled one of the curtains aside, spilling bright red light into the dark hallway.

"This way, if you please, sir" she tells him.

He passes through and finds himself in a large parlor. Red wallpaper adorned with flowers lined the walls along with several ballroom mirrors hanging from each wall. Red Persian rugs covered every inch of the floor, and giant exotic plants sat in every corner of the room, each one appearing as if they were entrances to a dense jungle. The only furniture sat in the center of the room; an elegant red wing chair and a small table beside it. The chair faced a pair of white French doors with pearl handles and gold hinges on the opposite wall. There was also a more unobtrusive second door, which was more of a cut-away with hinges that stood at one side of the room. Were it not for the handle sticking out of the wall one would rarely notice it.

William took a moment to check appearance in one of the mirrors, his clothes were all in good order but he was more concerned with his face. His business trip to Paris from which he had just returned had kept him so busy that he had started neglected his grooming. He was a wolf in his late twenties of about average height, but had a well-toned upper body. He had his mother's green eyes and his father's ink-black fur, both of which he took great pride in showing off. But his business in Paris had taken its toll on him, his hair was unkempt, there were bags under his eyes, and his claws were a little longer than he would have liked.

"Not the worse of errors" he muttered to himself as he stepped away from the mirror, he knew he would have opportunity to remedy them later.

William strode across to the chair and removed his hat. He rechecked his watch; it read ten past the hour, he tried to remember when the show was to start when a faint sound made him turn, although he knew full well who it was. There standing behind him was a handsome fox cub dressed in a tuxedo that made him look positively adorable. He stood at perfect attention with his paws behind his back and a smile on his face, and ever so slightly his puffy orange tail swung idly back and forth behind him.

"Ah Ty, there you are! I was afraid you weren't working tonight." He said, delighted to see his favorite attendant.

He was about twelves years old, he had orange and black fur along with golden blond hair that brought out his piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a fine black suit with gold buttons and a grey waist coat. His shoes were shined and his tie was straight, William didn't know how the cub did it but there was never a wrinkle or stain visible on him.

"Mum's feeling much better tonight, so I decided to come in, at least for a while."

T.Y. Cloud, or Ty to his friends, was among the most dedicated attendants the Cupid club had in its employment. Even at his age, he had the elegance and sophistication of a concierge, which is what many of the club members had come to view him in a semi-official capacity.

One wouldn't call him a mind reader, but Ty had an unusual talent for anticipating the needs of other gentlemen before they ever request it. Whether it was a beverage, a light for a cigarette, newspapers, scheduling business meetings, having gentleman's clothes cleaned and his shoes shined, preparing meal orders in advance of a gentleman's arrival, or arranging special "meetings" for certain gentlemen, he displayed the fullest dedication in his duties. Other gentlemen adored him, wanting nothing more than to be in his company. His mature demeanor, coupled with his beautiful appearance made him the most desired cub at the Cupid club.

"So happy to hear it," William said as he laid his hat on the table. "How is she, if you don't mind me asking?"

"The doctors say she's improving, although I still worry about her," Ty said helping William out of his overcoat.

"As any good son would; and your siblings?" William asks as he sat down in the large red chair.

"They're fine too, James starts school next month, but he isn't too excited about the idea." They both laugh at this as Ty bends down and unlaces Willaim's shoes.

"It's important for a lad to get an education," William says while undoing his cufflinks.

"That's what I told him, but he's not listening to me. He thinks he can come work with me." Ty chuckles at this as he tries to pull off William's shoes, which took a little effort. "I think you need to get some new shoes." He says pulling off his socks.

William flexes his toes; Ty was right about the shoes, they were certainly getting to be a bit cramped. But William just never found the time to buy new ones. His thoughts on comfortable footwear vanished as Ty leaned in close and began to nimbly undo William's tie. Instinctively, William reached down and clasped Ty's firm and round rump and gently began to pull Ty into his lap.

"Will you stay tonight?" William asks watching the fox straddled in lap perform his usual routine.

"I'm not sure" he replies with a shy smile "I'll certainly stay till after tonight's performance. After that, I don't know." Ty finished unraveling the wolf's tie until he had either end in both of his paws. The cub then proceeded to lean back a little, yanking William forward with him until the fox had slid out of his lap.

"Hey! Wha-WHOA!"

It was all William could say as Ty pulled him out of the chair, making him land on his knees before the cub who stood before him, paws still wrapped around his now undone tie like a pair of reins. He stared eye to eye with the smiling fox cub, he tried to think of something to say, but he was just too lost in his smile. He felt his arms move on their own; they wrapped themselves around Ty's waist coming to rest on his rump. The cub giggled softly and squired a little as William gave his backside a playful squeeze and pulled him closer, pressing the fox to his chest in his embrace. William felt something stiff press against his stomach and took pleasure in the fact that he was not the only one pitching a tent at the moment. He watched as Ty glanced down and finally took notice of his condition and William saw that his large cute ears turned even redder. Ty, while seemingly a little flustered only giggled softly as he yanked the tie from one end and tossed it casually into William's hat.

"Although..." the cub said as he began to undo the buttons on William's shirt "mum did assure me that she would be ok if I decided to work late."

William shrugged his shoulders as Ty unfastened the last button on his shirt, allowing it to slide down his back and leaving him bare from the waist up. The young cub blushed a little as he gently ran one of his soft paws up his chest before coming to a stop over his heart. They stared at one another for a moment, neither saying a word. Then William slowly raised a paw and affectionately cupped the fox's cheek.

"I won't keep you if you don't feel comfortable staying," he tells him with complete sincerity, as he always did when they were together. Ty smiled and brought his free paw over William's own as he rubs his cheek into the wolf's big, strong paws. Then ever so slowly, he began to slide his other paw down William's chest, traveling lower and lower.

"Has there ever been a night where I felt uncomfortable to spend with you Will?" He asks him as the tip of his fingers came to a stop at the hem of the wolf's trousers. There were very few cubs that William allowed to address him is such a familiar manner, but Ty was first among those privileged few.

The young fox undid the front of the wolf's trousers and allowed them to fall to the floor, leaving William in his underwear. With a teasing slowness, Ty hooked a finger into the hem of William's britches and tugged them forward. The little fox glanced at what was inside then turned his eyes up at William as a sly grin formed on his face. Then, with one movement of his finger, Ty let go of the hem, and the last article of the gentlemen's clothing silently fluttered down to the floor.

William stepped out from the pile of clothes gathering at his feet and stepped closer to Ty. He watched as the fox observed William's naked body from head to toe; his muscular arms and legs, his wide chest, his belly which seemed to get a little rounder each year. He ran a free paw through William's chest fur, slowly making his way down to rub his belly, making the wolf murr with pleasure.

"You'er getting fat," Ty says rubbing his developing gut.

"That's not all that's getting fat," William growls playfully.

Ty snickered at this, knowing all too well what he was referring to as he could see it for himself; the very thing Ty was making his way towards, William's sizeable bulbous cock stood at full mast, twitching ever so slightly between the two of them. Ty ran a finger down the lower half of his belly, past his navel, and came to rest ever so gently on its pre-soaked tip.

Ty looked up at his favored gentleman, still playfully swirling his finger over the wolf's oozing tip.

"I take it you can't wait till later?" He asks, seemingly already knowing the answer.

"Afraid not" William grunts, doing his best to maintain his composure. It was all he could do not to bend the cub over the arm of the chair and ravish him with all his strength. Ty let out a quiet sigh and shook his head.

"Well, I guess I'll have to take care it. Can't have you walk about all hot and bothered now can we?"

With a playful yet forceful shove from the little fox, William fell back into the chair. He watched as Ty patiently removed his white dress gloves and pocketing them before bending down between his legs. The little fox gently ran his paw along his inner thigh while eyeing William's engorged wolfhood. He traces a finger up along the wolf's thigh, then slowly over his large balls and up the length of his shaft before coming to rest back on its peak. William both hated and loved this game. While he hated the teasing, Ty always knew how best to work him over. He knew The little fox wouldn't disappoint, but tonight he was more on edge than usual.

"Enough teasing!" William whimpered, and Ty looked up at him with an evil smile.

"Tut tut," Ty says tapping his finger on William's tip. "Didn't your mother teach you patience?" He asks friskily as he slid a paw down to cup the wolf's heavy balls in his small soft paw where he gently massaging them.

"She never got 'round--ah haaaa--to teach me how to cope with torture!" William grunted through gritted teeth. Ty returned his attention to the task at hand; he continued to play with William's eggs as if they were a pair of Baoding balls. Slowly, wrapped his free paw around the base of his pulsing cock, giving it a playful squeeze that made William groan deeply.

"Did that hurt?" Ty asked teasingly.

"Agonizing" grunted William with a smile.

"Don't worry darling" he whispered warmly as he began to pump his paw gently. "I'll kiss it and make it better." Ty slowly lowered his head and, ever so gently, laid a kiss atop the wolf's pulsing member. He moved downwards, laying kisses down the shaft towards his balls. He kissed each one before lapping his tongue between them, then up once more back up to the top again. William doesn't say anything, only continued to moan with his eyes closed, his claws digging into the armrests of the chair. Ty gives the wolf's thick shaft a few laps before his next trick, he elongates his tongue and swirls it around its still oozing tip. William lets out a sharp gasp, and his large paw suddenly gripped the back of Ty's head, trying to inch his mouth down. But the young fox held firm and resisted the shoving, William starting to get impatient, he hoped the fox wouldn't keep him waiting any longer. Ty ceased his swirl and stilled his hands. William let out a slight whimper and lightly bucked his hips which made the cub giggle between his thighs. Ty glanced up at him with a sly grin on his face before he closed his eyes and lowered his head once more. Slowly he kissed the tip of William's warm cock and held it between his lips for what seemed like an eternity. Then slowly, carefully, his lips slid downward. He began to take a little more, inch by inch until half of it was inside his mouth. When he reached his limit, he slowly raised his head and then quickly slurped it back down, not once loosening his lips. The fox moaned quietly around the wolf's cock with each descent, and this made William let out more quivering moans, and while he had ceased trying to shove his whole length into the cub's mouth, he maintained a firm grip on the back of his bobbing head. Ty's lips were as soft as silk, and his tongue velvet. The cub's pace began to quicken, more and more of the wolf's cock disappeared into the cub's mouth. William's cries started to become more high pitched, almost sounding like a boys moans.

"Oh, oh, oooh, oh-oh-oh OH! OH GOD!"

William lurched forward and curled his fingers through Ty's hair. The fox squealed in surprise and tried to pull away, but the wolf held him tight and bucked his hips up into his mouth, forcing his entire length down his throat. The room echoed with Williams snarls and grunts each time his loins churned rope upon rope of his seed into his maw, so much that it began to squirt out of the corners of the cub's mouth. Still holding onto his hair, William yanked Ty off his cock and started pumping it with his free paw.

"Open your mouth!" he demanded, lost in his the high of his lust.

After coughing for air Ty did so, and when he did the last few shots flew onto the cub's face and into his mouth. Both gentleman and servant sat there panting for breath, but not for long. William pulled the fox up to his feet; his expression seemed lost in a daze. William wrapped a paw on the back of Ty's neck and pulled him into a deep kiss, the cub moaned with him but didn't put up a fight. William ran his fingers through the fox's hair as their tongues danced and mixed with the remains of his seed, in Ty's mouth it tasted so sweet to William.

He couldn't take it anymore, after being pent up for weeks he was still as hard as a diamond. His mind told him to forget dinner, forget the show, forget everything; he had everything he wanted right here in his paws. He reached down and felt the front of Ty's trousers; the young cub was as stiff as he was. He felt for the button but in his frustration could not find it. Ty squealed something, but William kept his lips fixed on his, he was lost, there as only instinct, and it told him to rip the cub's suit away.

He reached under the cub between his legs and curled his fingers around the hem of Ty's trousers; he wasn't going to waste a moment longer. In one fluid motion, he yanked the fox's pants down, drawers and all and pulled him up into his lap. William glanced down at the fox's crotch; standing stiff and red as his, he wrapped his paw around it and his own and began to pump them both into his fist. Ty squirmed in his embrace, though this time it appeared more out of pleasure than resistance. He released his grip on the back of the fox's head as he broke the kiss and moved both of his paws down to Ty's soft, round rump. The cub placed his paws on William's shoulders to steady himself, all the while the wolf kneaded the boy's rump as he slowly raised him over twitching member.

"Hehe cut it out, that tickles!" Ty said having just caught his breath.

William lowered his dear fox down...

"I did not realize you were so-"

He pressed his tip against the boy's rump, TY's eyes went wide.

"Wait! We-"

He slammed him down.

"WHOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Ty's surprised squeal of pleasure and pain resonated in William's ears like sweet music as he foxed the fox down onto his cock, he let lose a hard groan that echoed loudly in the enclosed room as the cub squeezed him like a vice. After several agonizing weeks, he was back where he wanted to be, joined at the hip with his favorite fox. William was thankful that Ty had the cub had relived him beforehand, had he not he would have likely spilled himself upon entry. The sensation was beyond words; he didn't even care for the fact that Ty had dug his claws into his shoulders if anything it drove him wild.

"Oh, how I missed you!" The wolf snarled hungrily as he took a firm grip of the cub's buttocks and bucked his hips upwards as he slammed the cub back down again.

"WHHAAAAAA!" The cub squealed again, sending out a small squirt of clear fluid out onto William's stomach. There was no gentleness in his speed, no prelude, no slow build up, only his law lust. It was not the first time they had been like this, and William knew that it would not be the last. He rammed the cub down as hard as he could and as fast as his arms would allow. The soft fwumps of their furred flesh slamming together filling the room with Ty's uncontrollable moans which only encouraged him to go faster, all the while dear Ty was holding on as best he could.

"AH!..AHHA...AHHN...OH OH OOHHH AH-H-H-H-H, WILL! AH- OHMYGOD!"

William looked down and watched as his cock sunk itself in and out of Ty's warm, soft, snug boy hole. So tight, and yet so accommodating. He loved the feeling of the fox's soft, round sack slapping against his stomach as his own heavy sack slapped against the soft fur of his tight rump. Even though he only just came a little while ago, he could feel his next one brewing, and he wanted to savor it. He slammed the cub down once more, then proceeded to roll the cubs hips back and forth in his lap, grinding his cock inside him. Ty slumped forward against William's chest, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"When I was in Paris" William grunted, "everywhere I looked there were all kinds of people offering to pleasure me; women -grunt- men, and cubs, so -grunt- many -grunt- damn -grunt- cubs, they were the most eager."

Ty did not reply, only continued to moan and grind his cock against William's fur, William did not know if the cub was listening but continued anyway.

"Practically had to BEAT them away," he said as his hips involuntarily bucked a little. "Hell, there was this one boy, a handsome dressed, blond-haired equine about your age, he approached me while I was out on my morning walk along the Seine and he actually wanted me to pay him fifty francs to suck his cock." William felt Ty curl his fingers into his nape, he wondered, was he just better securing himself, or was he enjoying the story?"

"So I asked him 'what makes your cock worth fifty francs?' And you know what he does? He whips the bloody thing right out at me, right there on the street -grunt- in broad daylight with people passing by and turning heads, and a surprising number of smiles. It was -grunt- as you would expect it; long, black, and very thick, -ooof- and before I knew it he was stiff as a nail and -grunt- he asked me if I wanted to get a room or if I just wanted to follow him into an alleyway." William could feel the fur on his stomach getting progressively wetter each time he rolled the fox in his lap, he leaned down and whispered the next part of the story into Ty's ear.

"To be honest, I was a little temped. I don't normally play with the 'big boys' but I hadn't had any in almost a week, and I was in a dangerous mood then. But, just when I was about to discuss the arrangement with the lad this gendarme comes running up down the street blowing his damn whistle!"

He was starting to bounce the cub again...

"The colt stuffed himself and took off while the gendarme chased after him. With the temptation now out of my sight, I went continued on my walk. But..." William stood up and allowed the fox to hang from his shoulders, Ty looked up at him through his now disheveled hair, apparently surprised by William's sudden change in position. "Guess what I saw a few streets down?" He asked as a devious grin stretched across his face.

"Please! Will I gonna-Ahhh!" The cub begged only to be cut off by one hard thrust from William, who continued to recount that morning.

"So I continued on my walk, and a few streets down -grunt- I came upon an alleyway and I heard a noise, do you know what it was?"

"Oh-oh-ooooooooooooh!"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, just like that." He said swinging the cub down to meet his thrusts. "I was curious so -ngh- I decided to investigate. I walked towards the noises until I came to a corner, as I did they grew louder and louder." It was not the only thing getting closer, William could feel the pressure building up inside him, and Ty's inner muscles seemed to clench him tighter with each thrust. "I peered around the corner and guess what I saw? That uppity cock boy sitting on a crate with his pants around his ankles and that bloody gendarme was sucking him off as if his bloody life depended on it!"

William suddenly felt the strength go out from his legs, he started to stumble, but he allowed himself to fall back into the chair. Ty, however, lost his grip and fell back between William's legs who managed to stop the cub's head from colliding to the floor, but rather than help the cub up he shifted his grip to the fox's hips and just allowed the cub to go limp and continued his thrusts.

"The boy was even wearing the man's cap, can you believe that?" William couldn't help but laugh a the memory. "Then I saw the boy look at me, and he smiled. I watched as he curled his fingers through the gendarme's hair, and made the man take it all, all nine bloody inches of it, or was it ten? He took it all without an ounce of protest, not even when the boy started to fuck his mouth!" William gritted his teeth, he wasn't going to last, and from what he could tell neither was Ty, there was no point in waiting anymore. "The boy made no effort to stay quiet, although no does in that city," he said as he hunched forward "and for a boy with such a big cock he started to sound like a little girl when he started squealing 'je jouis, je jouis, je jouis' before...before-"

The memory of the boy's orgasmic cries sent William over the edge. He slammed himself deep inside once more as the memory of the boy erupting inside the policeman's mouth was burned into his memory, how the man had tried to swallow it all as some of it squirted out of the corners of his mouth. William suddenly grasped Ty's stiff, red cock and began pumping it as fast he could, as he did the cub's back arched up hard into his fist as his whole body shook.

"OH NOOOOOOOOOOOAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

William felt Ty's inner walls clench around him, and suddenly the room was full of stars.

"OOHHH ARRRRRRRRNRRRRNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!"

As William erupted inside the cub, string upon long string shot from the fox's own cock, splattering all over his chest and face, as well as the carpet beneath him. William didn't know how long this lasted, but he didn't stop pumping his paw until his own orgasm finally subsided. For the longest time, they sat where they were, neither moving or speaking; both were too tired to do either. At one point William's deflating cock slipped out with an audible POP and William watched as his vast quantities of pent-up seed began to ooze out of Ty's abused rump while the last spurts of the cub's own cum trickled out onto his waistcoat. William pulled the cub dazed back up into his lap; he was absolutely disheveled; his hair was a mess, his clothes were wrinkled, and he was covered in his own seed. He cupped his paws on either side of Ty's cheeks and stared into his eyes, those beautiful blue eyes of his, and waited for the fox to catch his breath. Then, slowly, he brought his lips to his and kissed him deeply.

-SWACK!-

William didn't know how he was suddenly looking to his right, but he was. He could see his reflection in the mirror: a naked wolf with a towering erection and the most flabbergasted look on his face. Beside him was a young fox cub in an elegant suit with messy hair breathing heavily, William brought a paw to his cheek where he had been slapped, it still stung. He turned back to face the boy standing before him who still wore the products of his lust all over his face and suit. Their eyes met, but the smile and pleasant demeanor gone, there was only a scowl, a scowl that made the fully-grown wolf feel like a babe in small clothes.

"I..." was all William managed to get out before it happened again.

-SWACK!-

"What was that for?!" William cried rubbing his other bruised cheek.

"For going too far, AGAIN! And you made a mess of myself!" Ty retorted spreading his paws over his disheveled state.

"You could have just said something!" William said still rubbing the inflamed side of his face.

"I tried!" the fox growled as he attempted to straighten his waistcoat. "And you wouldn't let go! What was I supposed to do? Send a bloody telegram?!"

William drooped his ears and sat in silence as the fox tried to make himself look presentable, all the while muttering to himself about how he'd have to spend all night trying to get the stains out of his shirt. Then he strode over to one of the large mirrors that adorned the walls and attempted to wipe away his own cum from his face. Even though he was on the other end of the room, William could clearly see the frustration on the cub's face reflected in the mirror.

"I'm..." was all William could manage to squeeze out. Taking him another minute or so to try again.

"I'm sorry, mate...I just...I missed you...really."

Ty didn't reply, only continued to fix his hair with a comb from his coat. Once he was satisfied with his appearance, he straightened his tie and sighed deeply before turning back to William.

"I missed you too," he said as he strode back to the chair.

The anger melted from his face, but what was replaced conveyed a mixture of disappointment and exasperation, a look a parent would have after losing their temper while disciplining a cub. He leaned forward and kissed William affectionately on the head.

"You owe me though" he whispered, his lips only an inch away from his.

"As you wish," William whispered back, reaching out to caress Ty's side.

"One last thing," said Ty holding up a finger "I have a surprise for you" he narrowed his eyes and smiled "call it a 'welcome home' present."

"Oh? You don't say?" Michael says friskily, allowing his paw to drift a little lower "what is it?" He asked giving Ty's rump another playful squeeze.

"I've spoiled you enough tonight" Ty chuckled "You'll have to wait after tonight's show, and until then, I expect you to relax, eat well..."

The cub suddenly took firm hold of his paw and gently pulled it away. William wondered how this fox cub had such dextral strength for his age.

"And behave."

"You expect me to go in there," William said motioning to the pair of doors in front of them as he flexed his paw "and go without till dinner?"

"Trust me," he said reaching down and lightly slapping William's still aching sack, the touch might have been gentle, but it sent a jolt up William's back and made his cock bounce "you'll need your strength."

But before William could argue further, Ty pulled away and stood at attention, assuming his most professional demeanor that he often displayed with the other gentlemen.

"Now, if the gentleman is ready," he said motioning to the doors "he may enter the interior."

William couldn't help but smile at the cub's eloquent professionalism, it was really adorable, even though he was quite good at it. Slowly he stood up and watched as Ty turned in place and strode to the french doors in front of them. Ty waited until William stood behind before knocking. A second later the door opened, revealing a voluptuous white poodle dressed in a very low cut french maid outfit that exposed a considerable amount of cleavage.

"Bonsoir Monsieur" She greeted with a slight curtsy.

"Please see the gentleman in Marie, and see to it that he has everything he asks for."

"Très bien Monsieur Cloud," she said with a nod "now, if the Seigneur would please follow me." She stepped aside, and Ty did the same with a bow and a motion to enter. William reached down and tilted Ty's chin up so that their eyes met.

"See you tonight?" he whispered, still sounding apologetic. Ty took William's paw and kissed it.

"After the show, I promise."

William smiled "I'll wait for you then." and turned and begun to step through the threshold.

"Bienvenue an Club Cupidon."

-SWACK!-

"IIIEEEE!" William whimpered as he stumbled forward into the club foyer rubbing his stinging rump. He turned to see Ty just standing there with an innocent smile waving at him with the same gloved paw he had swatted him with.

"Be good now." The fox said playfully, his tail swishing back and forth.

William thought for a good comeback but nothing came, the maid standing next to the little fox was trying to stifle a laugh by covering her mouth with her paw. William decided to swallow his pride for the moment but made a mental note to return the favor for the fox later that evening.

"You as well," he said politely, and turned and continued on into the foyer, passing the large fountain in the center of the room. It was carved from pure white marble and depicted almost a dozen couples in Greco-roman garb in the throes of an orgy, and there high in the center sitting on a rock looking proud of himself sat Eros, bow in his lap, watching the couples give in to their lusts. As he rounded the fountain, he couldn't help but overhear something from behind him that made him smile, to William it was Eros showing him favor.

"Monsieur," he heard Marie whisper in a low voice "I zink you have some of zee Seigneur's sperme on your-"

"Oh bugger off!" _-SWACK!- _

"EEEEEKKK!"

To be Continued...