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Lord Creiher Wierhem had a hard time concentrating on his reading. The wolf's muzzle hung open in a quick pant. The wolf kept shifting back and forth, trying to get comfortable in the cushioned seat of his carriage. The large, dark brown trenchcoat he wore felt heavy and hot over his back and beneath it, the wolf still wore a well woven white shirt with a gray vest specifically tailored to fit his form and, at the same, go well with his pelt. Lord Creiher's fur was of a darker shade of gray with a few lighter tones leaning towards white down his chest that he didn't really care for, but nobody ever got to see anyways. As he shifted in his seat, the carriage hit another bump, causing the wolf to drop his book and almost fall forward himself.

"Cursed god-forsaken lands..." The wolf growled the curse under his breath. He sat alone inside the large carriage. The lupine bent forward to pick up his book and realized he had lost the page he was at. Outside, the sound of light rain pouring over his carriage was at least somewhat soothing, but even when it rained or, hells, even early in the morning as it was the weather in that place was still far too hot. For a thick-furred wolf like himself, at least, it was. The natives of those lands were, for the most part, strange-looking foreign species he had no real desire to interact with. The ones that at least looked somewhat canine had short, spotted fur that just looked wrong to the noble wolf.

The wolf lord closed his book with annoyance and leaned forward to look out the carriage's small window. He couldn't see much since some kind of morning fog had set down even deep into the jungle as they were. Of course it did, considering how humid that place was. He could see one of his guards, another wolf like himself, walking alongside the carriage in the rain. The guard carried his fire weapon over his shoulder, wearing the uniform with the Wierhem crest on it as he should. Aside from the guard, all he could see was the weak silhouettes of the trees and foliage by the road's side. If that could even be called a road. Another bump had the wolf having to hold himself on the bench to avoid toppling over again.

"Should've headed straight back home," the wolf mumbled to himself as he sat back down. He had already spent four weeks in a ship's cabin on the sea to reach these damned lands, then two more enduring the incredibly uncomfortable heat of the settlements made in the desert sands while handling his business with the locals. If these lands weren't so rich and profitable he would have never submitted himself to such a bothersome endeavor.

Still, the prospect of war was brewing in the countries of the middle-west and, as his father used to say, alongside war came great profit. Everyone was buying more than the Wierhem business could provide, so they needed to provide more. Importing minerals and wood from the new lands was way more profitable than paying the exorbitant, war-inflated taxes of his own country and so, there the wolf went. He would have sent stewards to handle these matters in his stead as he always did, but doing business was one thing and negotiating was something else entirely. It took an individual with real noble blood to do things right. Another thing his father used to say.

Creiher yearned to go back home. Back to his large estate, nice cold weather, fine wines, good food and soft beds. The wolf could have head back home three days ago after he successfully got himself a pretty good price over the mining production, but the head of the lumber sites he had heavily invested in hadn't shown up to meet with him. Lord Creiher had had every intention of yelling at the guy considering that the lumber production was well below the average for the past months. Did the bastard think he could get away with it by not showing up? He was very, very wrong.

And so, the wolf had set out south into the woods himself to visit his lumber sites. Having grown up in nobility and dealing with his family's business since he was young, Lord Creiher knew full well how effective it could be to have a superior noble show up in the production factories themselves. Let the peons glimpse a little bit of grandeur. And then, of course, give a small speech, chastise the manager in front of them all and fire him on the spot. That would keep them motivated to work hard for a few weeks too, he had no doubt.

Lord Creiher was considering whether he should resume his attempts at reading or not when suddenly, the carriage stopped. The canine let out an exasperated sigh. What could possibly be wrong again? It was supposed to be a three-hour walk into the jungle to reach the lumber site. Four with the large carriage, but they had already been on it for a while. The wolf's ears, up and about, twitched as he heard voices and movement coming from outside.

Again, the wolf leaned forward to look, but aside from shades of guards moving back and forth he couldn't quite make out what was going on. He contemplated going out to ask, but the rain was pouring a little harder and he didn't want to get his clothes wet. The wolf sat back and folded his arms with a soft growl of irritation rumbling in his throat. He was going to dock this delay from the driver's pay. All he could do, however, was wait.

The sound of agitated horses came next. Lord Creiher heard someone shouting, but he couldn't quite make out the words. Perhaps a wild animal was about? It seemed plausible in these savage, uncharted lands.

Another shout, but this time it was followed by the sound of steel. A sword being pulled out from its scabbard, the wolf guessed. The powder-based rifles wouldn't work unless the guards had taken special care to keep them dry. It startled the canine enough so that he finally decided to check on it. The wolf stood up and opened the door of his carriage. As soon as he did, the sounds became louder and clearer. Trees and leaves rumbling all around them, voices all over yelling things he couldn't understand. The carriage shook as the horses grew even more frantic. Lord Creiher couldn't see any of his guards in the dense fog at first, but finally one of them came stumbling backward until his back hit the carriage. The wolf lord poked his head out, looking at him.

"What the hell is happening?!" Despite the wolf's question, the guard didn't take the time to answer him. He brought his rifle up pointing at something, but then a small, dark silhouette came running at him with impossibly fast and pulled the guard towards fog. Lord Creiher started growing nervous, his hand moving into his trenchcoat to pull out expensive yet functional flintlock pistol he kept on himself. The wolf pulled the lock on it, ready to fire, and opened the carriage's door to really step outside.

He hadn't even set a foot down the steps of his carriage yet when he felt something sharp prickling at his neck. The wolf grunted and his hand reflexively came up to it. He was surprised to find something there, which he immediately pulled and brought up to see.

It looked like some sort of feathered bolt or dart. A viscous liquid was dripping from its tiny, thin tip. "Poison?!" The wolf's eyes grew wide, but only for a moment. He felt dizzy at first, having to take hold of the carriage's door to keep himself standing. His pistol fell down, splashing on the muddy earth beneath the carriage, but as the wolf looked down at it, his vision started to blacken. He lost balance. The next thing he knew was that he was falling. Then, Lord Creiher still got to feel the cold, damp mud against his muzzle as he fell face first on the ground below before his consciousness faded into the darkness.

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The wolf awoke with the world spinning. He felt a lot of different things as the world slowly started to come back to him. He felt dizzy and lightheaded, stiff and uncomfortable. He was lying belly down, but his bed felt as hard as a rock. Lord Creiher opened his eyes and immediately had to close them again with a grunt, for the world was just too bright. It made his head hurt more. His mouth felt dry and he realized he was thirsty. Thoughts of the water jar usually left by his nightstand came to him, but then that felt wrong. No, he wasn't home, he was in those cursed foreign lands. He tried to open his eyes again, shifting and grunting again, and then he saw a silhouette again. He was big... or was he small? The wolf had to look up to stare at him. The figure stood close to him, but the sun shone brightly behind him and everything was blurry and fuzzy.

"Shi-tova!" The person... or thing, said, and then he or she turned around and ran away.

The wolf tried to shout after him, but no more than a weak grumble came out, making him cough a few times. His muzzle felt stiff as if it couldn't even open and he really was thirsty. The wolf lord let out a weak growl of frustration and moved again. He felt so sick, so weak! His limbs barely worked, but feeling was starting to return to his body. That was what made him realize, after a few attempts, that the uncomfortable tightness around his wrists was rope.

The realization that his arms were tied behind his back slowly dawned upon him and got his adrenaline up. Lord Creiher quickly realized that his ankles were tied together just as well. His eyes opened again and he forced them to stay that way, but he couldn't see much ahead of him. He was inside something, but the ground was dusty and dirty. Rays of sun came from an open door or something by his side, where he had seen the figure before.

"Hmgh!" Lord Creiher tried to speak, but he quickly realized that there was rope keeping his muzzle shut tight as well. As he tried to make reason out of what was happening, the memories of what happened started coming back to him. The carriage, his guards, even the poisoned dart! Everything after that was a blank, however. The wolf lying on his belly made an effort to twist himself around even tied up as he was. With a grunt, he managed to do it, which left him panting and staring at the ceiling. Except it wasn't quite a ceiling.

Able to look around, the wolf realized he was in some sort of tent. A large one, but still made of a crude, dirty looking piece of heavy cloth. Or was that animal skin? The thought made him cringe. He was lying on the dirty ground indeed and, just like the thought of how dirty his clothes were going to get hit him, he realized that he couldn't feel them. Lord Creiher made an effort to look down at himself only to finally realize that he was indeed naked. He didn't even have anything to cover his privates! A mix of embarrassment and urgency hit the wolf, but he couldn't even use his paws for cover tied as they were.

The wolf growled with outrage, though his ears also fell down some just as his tail curled. Fear and anxiety rose, but he continued to study his surroundings as best as he could.

The tent was somewhat large, leaving plenty of space for a lot of trash to be spread around. Upon a closer look, he realized, however, that it wasn't just trash. Well, most of it wasn't. The tent was filled with all sorts of things. There were wooden crates and boxes stacked around, some looking good and some looking battered. A dozen crude-looking spears and bows rested on one side of the room, while the other had several different modern-looking paintings of various sizes stacked neatly on the floor. A warehouse of some sorts? There were so many things. Pieces of cloth of different colors hanging here and there, broken swords hanging from one side of the tent as if they were some sort of ornament, a low, weird looking couch-

The wolf stared at the couch. It wasn't actually a couch, no, it was the cushioned, leather-clad seat of the very carriage he had been riding on. The rest of the carriage was missing, but it looked like someone had crudely cut the seats off, or at least part of them, and brought them there.

Lord Creiher had no idea about what was going on, but he didn't like it.

"Hmmmlghp! HMGLP!" The wolf tried to shout as best as he could, then to twist in his bonds again to get rid of them, but the rope hurt his wrists. Still, he had to get away! The wolf turned around again feeling his chest hit the floor once more, then started to wiggle in an attempt to get out of the ropes. Where were his guards?! He had paid them handsomely to keep him safe!

The wolf hadn't managed to loosen the ropes. If anything, they felt even tighter than before. All he managed to do was drag himself a few inches through the ground when the flap that was the tent's 'door' opened for three figures to come inside.

With his chin against the floor as it was Lord Creiher could see why he had thought they were big when he was just waking up, but with his mind lucid enough to get a good look at them the wolf realized that that was not the case at all.

Three fennec foxes stood before him looking down at the fennec wolf. The fur of two of them looked very similar featuring a sandy color, but the third of them was leaning more towards the white. Their fur was as short as they were, for if Lord Creiher had been standing up properly he could tell that those fennecs would barely hit up to his waist. Maybe his chest if he counted the large oversized ears over their heads, which the wolf very much didn't.

Lord Creiher had never seen a fennec fox from up close but had read about them in books and seen them in pictures or paintings. It was not a species one would find in the modern world, but rather one of the more savage ones recently discovered in the new lands. He had no doubt that those fennecs too were indeed savages, for they wore nothing but crude-looking loincloths tied around their waists to cover their privates.

"Arr-ta. Tirihi cru," one of the sand-furred fennecs said to the white one, who just nodded a few times and then turned around to leave. That left only the two similar looking sand-furred fennecs in the tent with him. One of them approached the wolf and, as soon as he did, Lord Creiher jerked back to get away from him. The wolf growled at him, but he couldn't keep his ears from pinning down against his head or even his tail from trying to curl between his legs.

The sudden movement did stop the fennec, though. The creature looked down at him, then smiled.

"Iir arr her queir," the fennec said to the one behind him, which made the other fennec laugh. The wolf had no idea what they were saying, but he didn't like it. The first fennec then gave a nod towards him. "Ver iir hachirita."

It must have been some kind of order because the other fennec came forward. The wolf tried to stay away from them but bound as he was he couldn't keep them from touching him. Still, all the fennecs did was hoist him up, which took a little effort from the smaller creatures, until they managed to get him up sitting against one of the crates. The wolf appreciated the change of positions, though he still looked at both fennecs with wary eyes.

From his sitting position he could tell that one of the fennecs was taller than the other, but even so, the wolf was sure none of them would be taller than up to his abdomen at best. The smaller fennec stood in front of him and, from behind his back, he produced a very small knife. The wolf's eyes immediately went wide.

The knife came forward towards him. Lord Creiher pressed himself against the crate behind him, but as the knife approached his muzzle all he could do was close his eyes shut and let out a whine. He waited for the worst, but the worst didn't come.

Instead, he heard some laughter from the fennecs and then the tightness around his muzzle was gone. He opened his eyes to see the remnants of the rope that held it shut on the fennec's hands while the fennec looked at him with amusement. They were both still chuckling to each other. That made the wolf's face burn bright with embarrassment. He growled. Lord Creiher hated being laughed at.

"Who are you? What is the meaning of this?!" Without the rope keeping his muzzle shut the wolf was able to growl more fiercely. "I am Lord Creiher Wierhem, head of Wierhem industries and fourth Baron of the Wieford state! I demand to be released, I demand to be untied!" Though the wolf brought all the authority he could muster into his demands, he still had to stop to glance down. His grey-furred sheath on display brought an uncomfortable hotness to his face, but it also fueled his outrage. "And I demand my clothes back!"

Both fennecs just kept staring at him. They stared for a few moments until the larger one in the back spoke up first.

"Iir ack sadina. Tririe va catum?" The fennec sounded calm as he said whatever it was he said, which annoyed the wolf. He pressed his legs harder together to ease his discomfort and embarrassment, but it didn't help much.

"Va harida," the smaller fennec in the front responded. He then looked at the wolf right in the eyes.

"You. Speak," the fennec said. The wolf was surprised to hear words he could understand. His heart jumped with hope. The fennec, however, seemed to have trouble formulating the words properly. He stopped to think for a while before he continued. "You. Speak. Name." The fennec pointed at the wolf as he said it.

"My name? I just told you that," the wolf said with impatience. The fennec frowned at all the words he said, though. Lord Creiher just grunted, letting out an annoyed growl. He took a deep breath.

"Creiher," the wolf said. "My name is Creiher." The wolf lord spoke slowly, frowning. That his freedom was in the hands of a dumb fennec that couldn't even speak properly frustrated him to no end.

"Crei- ih- er. Crehi-er." The fennec tried to repeat it, but he was having some trouble. The fennec behind him decided to try as well, but neither of them were having much success.

"Creiher," the wolf repeated, rolling his eyes.

"Crehr," the fennec repeated again. Barely. He finally shook his head, still frowning. "Naha kada tirurir vana! Iir kada ih... hmm.." The small fennec bought his paw to his chin as if he was thinking for a moment, then gave the wolf a malicious smirk. "Gero."

The fennec behind him let out a small laugh. Lord Creiher just stared at them, confused. He was running short of patience for these little games. His arms felt stiff tied as they were, his legs were uncomfortable and his nakedness still bothered him very much.

"You. Name. Gero," the small fennec said pointing at the wolf. He was grinning. The other fennec laughed again.

"What? What the hell is 'Gero'? My name is Creiher. Creiher, you damned dumb little runt." The wolf glared at the fennec, who in turn just shook his head.

"No. You, name, Gero. It... better." He seemed to struggle a little to formulate the word 'better'. The wolf, however, just growled at him, this time showing some teeth.

"My name and last name come from generations of tradition in a history of proudly serving a country that is thousands of time more advanced than what you and your little runt brain could ever even COME to imagin-"

As the wolf snarled the words towards the small fennecs he was cut off when the small fennec fox's small paw came up to slap him straight on his muzzle. Even if the fennec's hand was small, the slap brought up a surprised whimper from the wolf, forcing his muzzle to the side and leaving an acute, burning sting on its side. The wolf looked at the fennec with his eyes wide with outrage.

"Iir va ni kuta," the fennec said, then he stopped to think for a moment before he spoke again. "You noise-y. Shu-ush."

The wolf simply snarled again in response.

"How DARE you hit ME? This is abuse! I am a LORD and you c-" As soon as the wolf's voice started to grow louder another hard slap came to his muzzle. It felt considerably harder than the last one and it made the wolf groan with pain. The fennec didn't seem bothered over having to administer those, though. In fact, the larger fennec behind him was snickering with amusement.

Lord Creiher glared daggers at the fennec, but with the sting of both slaps aching on his muzzle he held back from growling. There was still a small rumble deep inside his throat, but nothing more than that. The fennec waited a few moments staring him down as if challenging him to speak again. Lord Creiher felt his muzzle getting hot again, but dared not speak a third time.

"Ina," the fennec said, satisfied. He smirked. The little bastard. "Me. Name. Adahy," the fennec said pointing to himself, then he pointed at his companion. "He me name, Hakan."

The other fennec pointed at himself with a nod. "Hakan," he repeated.

"Adahy and Hakan," the wolf repeated without much trouble. He wanted to show the fennec that a civilized being had no trouble with language. The fennec just looked pleased, though.

"Iribi. Aac dui." Whatever the fennec said, the last two words came in a tone that the wolf could swear sounded demeaning. The other fennec, Hakan, giggled again while the smaller one, Adahy, smirked. Adahy cleared his throat to speak again.

"You. Took. You, Adahy Hakan now. You. Proper-ty. Adahy Hakan." The fennec pointed at the wolf when he said that, then at him and the other fennec. "You, property. Like property." The fennec then pointed at what the wolf had considered junk in his tent. Lord Creiher thought he understood what the fennec meant, but the little fox couldn't possibly think that was how it worked. The wolf's eyes narrowed towards the small fennec.

"What?" The wolf didn't hold back on his outrage as he asked that, but he saw the fennec's hand twitching up and that made him wary. He forced himself to hold back.

"You can't own someone. Not anymore. I know this is a land of dirty savages, but I'm a lord and I have to return home to..." The wolf stopped. Both fennecs were staring at him with confused expressions and the smaller one didn't look too happy. There was no pointing in arguing with idiots who couldn't even understand what he was saying. The wolf decided to focus on the basics first.

"Untie. Me," he said, speaking somewhat slowly for the fennec. He pulled at the ropes around his wrists and turned as best as he could to show them to the runt. He saw realization coming upon the fennec's face. Finally.

"Ah! Iir va tikri nokun." The fennec seemed like he understood. "Un-tie," the fennec repeated the word as if wanting to learn. He did, however, shake his head. "Iir va rivida nokun argh ka ja itira." The wolf gave the fennec an annoyed growl. The runt had to know he couldn't understand a word he was saying, so what was the use in explaining? "Simpletons," the wolf thought with disdain.

When he looked at the small fennec again, however, he saw his eyes going lower. A little too low, so the wolf pressed his legs together hard again and snarled.

"Iir gher ta irtica," the fennec said. The other one nodded in agreement to whatever it was. Adahy stepped closer and, without ceremony, the fennec's small hands came to touch the wolf's chest. Lord Creiher looked down at the touch with a small growl, but the fennec just took hold of a tuff of his fur and tugged at it. The fennec came closer, his other hand joining the first one in feeling the wolf's thick pelt.

"What are you doing?!" The wolf pressed himself back against the crate he was leaning on. He pulled at the ropes with annoyance wishing he could slap those small paws away. The fennec just ignored him and kept feeling and groping his chest, then moved up to grab at the thicker part of the wolf's mane at his neck. He tugged and pulled at the fur, grabbing as much as his small paws could hold.

"Iir gher vara ita!" The fennec seemed impressed or something. He pulled at the wolf's fur and showed the handful he was holding to the other fennec, which caused the other fennec to come close and grab a handful of fur from the wolf's neck himself. They both felt the fur with childish wonder. The wolf, however, snarled at them and finally shook his head hard enough to force them to let go.

"Stop it!" Both fennecs let go of his fur, but they were still far too close. They didn't look particularly scared by his snarling. "You dumb little bastards, STOP touching me! Have you never seen a wolf's pelt before?!"

They both stared at him for a few moments after his outburst.

"Iir gher ni ver eto," the large fennec finally said to the small, then both laughed. It only angered Lord Creiher further, but his growling didn't seem to bother them at all. If only he had his hands free! The small fennec said another unintelligible thing and pointed downwards. Towards the wolf's exposed privates.

"No," the wolf warned them. He growled with more vehemence. "Untie me right away! I want clothes! You can't d-"

...But his warnings fell on deaf ears. Adahy, the smaller fennec, was the first to lean down and reach forward to grab and feel the wolf's furry sheath without even a hint of consideration over how invasive that was. The sudden hand groping his sheath made the wolf's ears pin down against his head. The fennec felt the fur around it then had no reservations on pulling it back to expose the pink tip of the wolf's member out for both of them to see. They stared at it, giggling and throwing comments about it in their tongue. Lord Creiher struggled to pull away, to turn away, anything! But Adahy simply put his footpaw over the wolf's thighs using his weight to keep the wolf still. Without his hands and with his ankles still tied together, the wolf had nowhere to go.

"Don't touch that!" The wolf's protest came, but he couldn't muster all the authority he wanted to put in his tone. He felt his face hot with embarrassment.

"Cari ti vota!" The smaller fennec said, keeping the wolf's sheath pulled back so that his cock was showing. The other fennec's eyes were fixated on it with interest too. "Irivi ta?" Adahy asked, then pointed at the other fennec's crotch. "Vir ihi."

For the first time, the other fennec, Hakan, looked a little uncomfortable as well. The wolf saw him bringing his hand down to the loincloth he had between his legs and hesitating for a moment, then Adahy himself forced him to pull the loincloth to the side and expose his own sheath. Lord Creiher looked away as the civilized wolf he was. At first. He glanced towards it, however, and saw that it wasn't so different from his own, except that the fur around the sheath and balls was very short and thin, as it was in most of their bodies. It was also, of course, much smaller than his.

Adahy had no reservations about touching the other fennec's sheath as well. He prodded at it, then felt the other fennec's balls for a little while. Then, much to the wolf's embarrassment, Adahy's paw came down to feel the lupine's balls as well. It caused Lord Creiher to growl and try to pull away one more time. Adahy finally let out a small laugh.

"Gehr ve iir vi ta," the smaller fennec declared with a grin. Hakan let go of his loincloth letting it fall down and cover his privates again and Adahy finally stood up properly once more. Lord Creiher still growled at him with outrage.

The fennecs exchanged a few words, then finally looked at him. Adahy pointed at him, then nodded towards the entrance. The wolf didn't quite understand what was going on, but he was happy for a moment when he saw the small fennec turning around and walking away. His relief was very short-lived. Hakan came to him and, using the same small knife Adahy had used, cut free the ropes around the wolf's ankles. It felt so good to be able to use his legs properly again!

He had no time to enjoy it, though. The fennec took hold of the wolf's scruff, then pulled him forward. The fennec was small, but the pulls still made the wolf have to awkwardly hurry to turn and adjust himself to be able to follow him. When Lord Creiher failed to do so properly he just pulled harder at the wolf's fur.

"Hey! HEY! Ow! That hurts!" Without his hands, the wolf just got pulled to his knees in an awkward way. Even when he finally managed to stand up, the fennec still didn't let go of his scruff, forcing the much taller wolf to scramble and stumble while leaning forward so that the fennec could guide him by the fur of his neck. The fennec pulled him all the way out of the tent.

Lord Creiher struggled and pulled against the small fennec all the way refusing to be tugged around like a pup. The pull on his fur was hurtful and, every time he pulled against it, the fennec twisted it so that he would end up groaning with pain.

"You filthy little...! Let go of me!" Though the wolf growled at the fennec pulling him, even he had to stop for a moment when they stepped out of the tent. The sunlight was bright on the wolf's eyes.

The tent he was in wasn't the only tent around. Not by a long shot. There were dozens of those tents, some smaller and some wider, spread around the large... clearing? No, it might have been a clearing once, but the fennecs had to have cleared out some of the trees to make such a large space right in the middle of the forest. Out in the distance, surrounding the village of sorts, the wolf could still see the familiar line of trees. They were in the middle of the jungle, though, and that made the wolf's heart sink by itself.

They weren't alone, either. More fennec foxes of walked back and forth here and there. Some males, some females, some with different fur colors. Some of them were a little taller, some a little shorter, but still, none of them looked like they would go past the wolf's waist. All of them wore nothing but the same kind of loincloth Adahy and Hakan wore. A few of the wandering fennec's eyes fell on him, which made the wolf wish he could use his hands to cover himself even more. His ears folded back in embarrassment over his complete lack of decency.

He had little time to worry about that, though. Hakan gave his scruff a hard tug, causing him to stumble forward and forcing him to keep following the fennecs in an awkward way through the village, if it could even be called that.

"Stop! Stop it! You can't make me walk around naked!" The wolf complained, but neither Hakan or Adahy, which walked in front of them leading the way, paid him any mind. They probably couldn't even understand him anyway, which frustrated the wolf even more.

Giggling came from the fennecs that looked at him, making the wolf's embarrassment swell even more. He couldn't tell if it was because of the awkward way he had to walk with his hands bound behind his back and someone half his size leading him through his scruff or if it was because he was naked and bare. Probably both.

The sound of voices came to the wolf's ears, making him lift his eyes. It was the sound of many, many voices and, as they drew closer to the source, he saw what caused it. The fennecs led him up a small hill, where they stopped. Further down, Creiher saw even more tents and living space, but what really caught his eyes was the large circle of fennecs spread around an open space. All of the fennecs were jumping, yelling, cheering as, in the middle of the large circle, two people were... fighting?

"Iir vidi garregerrou," Adahy said, making the wolf glance at him. The smaller fennec approached him and pointed towards him, then towards the circle. When Lord Creiher looked at it again he saw that one of the figures wasn't actually standing up, but when he did, the wolf gasped. It was another wolf, like himself!

The wolf's fur was of a generic gray. Unlike Creiher, the other wolf wore a loincloth like the fennecs did. As soon as he got up, he and his opponent, which was clearly one of the small fennec foxes, started circling each other carefully. It gave Lord Creiher the opportunity to recognize the wolf as one of the guards he had hired for himself. One of the wolves that were with him when his carriage was attacked.

And then they advanced upon each other. Lord Creiher himself had to grasp as, in a display of violence, the wolf and the fennec grabbed at each other. The fennecs surrounding them exploded in cheers when it happened and continued doing so as both combatants punched and clawed at each other.

"Garreg-ii." Adahy said, smirking. It brought Creiher's attention back to the fennec. Looking at the ring once more a new realization fell over the wolf. His ears fell back in fear this time and his tail settled between his legs.

"What? Me? Fight?!" The wolf saw the fighters pulling back from one another. The small fennec seemed to be having a hard time facing the wolf, who was larger and well built. Lord Creiher could fire a pistol fairly well and could even swing a sword, though he had always thought that to be a decaying art. Even so, he had never gotten into a real fight in his life.

Both fennecs, however, laughed instead. The wolf stared at them with confusion. Adahy shook his head.

"Iir vi garreg iv i hadi!" The small fennec said, still laughing.

"Iv i midi," Hakan responded, laughing as well. He gave Creiher's scruff, which he was still holding on to, a small playful shake that annoyed the wolf. Adahy pointed at the wolf fighting in the circle.

"He. Warrior. Fight." The fennec smirked at Creiher, then pointed at him. "You. Garridi. Hmm... Wee-k." Adahy reached out to grab at Creiher's biceps. The fennec's small hand could barely grab at the wolf's arm, but they gave it a squeeze that was hard enough for Creiher to grunt in discomfort. Only then he realized what he was saying.

"You're saying I'm too WEAK to fight?" Creiher growled at the fennec. He didn't want to fight savages, he really didn't, but the sting he felt in his pride had him narrowing his eyes towards the fennec.

Adahy simply nodded, though.

"Iir vi nake de kaha. ...Ka... Gero." The way Adahy grinned and Hakan laughed after he said that was enough to make the wolf feel flushed and embarrassed even having no idea about what he said. He snarled towards the fennec showing some teeth, but the small fennec simply turned away from him. With another word he couldn't understand, he moved on and so Hakan pulled him to force him to follow along.

Though Creiher wanted to give the little bastard a big piece of his mind, he knew it was of little use at that moment. If only the fennec could understand who he was dealing with! He was a lord, not a regular wolf like his guard! As they continued to walk, or stumble in Creiher's case, one last glance towards the fighting circle had Lord Creiher's ears folding back again.

Apparently, the wolf, his guard, had won. He stood there while the fennec he was fighting against laid beaten on the ground. As soon as he was deemed victorious, however, several pieces of what looked like rope came flying at the wolf from several directions. As each piece wrapped itself around the large wolf Creiher saw that they were actually what the natives called bolas, a primitive weapon where weights were attached to each point of a rope so that, when thrown, it would wrap itself around the prey. The wolf fell face first on the ground wrapped by many thick layers of rope and then a good dozen of small fennecs ran up to him to hold him down.

Lord Creiher looked away. It didn't look like that wolf was going to have much of a chance of escaping even being a 'fighter', so how was he going to do it? Perhaps there would be a way of reaching that other wolf. Perhaps there would be more of them around. If he could reach them, maybe they could overpower the little fennecs...

"Cahivan," Adahy said, pointing at one of the tents. They made a sharp turn that almost had Lord Creiher tripping over his own feet. The thought of going inside something was good for the wolf, though. The feeling of the outside breeze against the bare fur of his rump was very unsettling for the wolf lord.

The tent they went into was larger than the one he had woken up in. That tent had been a mess of things as far as the wolf was concerned, but the new one? A warehouse was the only thing even remotely similar to what it looked like. All kinds of modern things were stacked here and there. Crates in a poor state, cloth, paintings, a loose, adorned wheel that Creiher was pretty sure had belonged to his carriage and even rifles and pistols. The firearms were what grabbed the wolf's attention, but he didn't have to be an expert to see that they were all in very poor condition. There was a chance that he could find one that could still fire if he somehow managed to find gunpowder, but that was little consolation for the wolf's mind.

Adahy led them further in. Strangely enough, of all the different things from the modern world thrown around the tent, the fennec chose to haul up a few stacked paintings. The oil painted art wasn't of exquisite quality, Lord Creiher could tell, but he didn't even know why anyone would bother bringing them to that sorry piece of land. Some important people did live there, sure, and the little savages must have stolen them from transportation routes or cargo ships. They were of different sizes and most of them had tears or were smeared, making them pretty much worthless. Lord Creiher simply frowned while the small fennec messed around with them. Finally, after some fiddling, the fennec's exclamation in his language seemed to signal that he had found what he was looking for. Adahy pulled on one of the larger paintings, knocking others down carelessly as he did so, until he could lean the piece of art against one of the crates for display.

As expected, the art was crude but realistic. Lord Creiher had a dozen pieces that were immensely superior in his manor. It was torn at the top, so most of the blue sky depicted in the painting was gone, but it was its central theme was still pretty clear. The picture showed a wolf, much like Lord Creiher himself, standing with its back turned on a green, grassy hill. The wolf wore heavy clothing, also like he used to wear, and was playing with a feral dog barking by its side. The wolf stared at it for a few moments not understanding what the fennecs wanted with it.

While Lord Creiher tried to make sense of it, however, Adahy was back to fiddling with the stack of paintings. He pulled another one up. The second one smaller and was put it on display next to the first one. It was in better condition than the first one. Its darker colors showed a wolf sitting on a table inside a house, though he was only visible from the waist down. The house was simple, definitely a commoner's house, but since the painting was a little smeared not much of the background was visible. By the wolf's side, there was, again, a feral dog. This one looked happy with its tail up in the air, probably wagging, and face stuffed down on a bowl of food on the floor. Again, Creiher stared at it for a little while, but he had already given up on the idea of finding any meaning on what the fennecs were doing. When he turned his head to Adahy again, however, he growled right away.

The fennec was wearing a trenchcoat. Not just any trenchcoat either, his trenchcoat. The same long, dark brown one he had been wearing the night he was captured. The small fennec fox had put his arms through the sleeves, though of course, given his size, his arms only went halfway through leaving the rest hanging. The back the trenchcoat was dragging through the floor as it was way too long for him.

"Heckere vi dago!" Adahy said. Hakan chuckled in response.

"Those are my clothes! You little runt! You're gonna get your fleas all over it!" The fennecs didn't seem too pleased with the wolf's growling. The larger fennec still holding to his scruff gave him a strong tug downwards, which forced Lord Creiher to stumble forward and fall down on his knees since his hands were still bound behind his back. The fennec finally let go of his fur when he kneeled, however. Adahy stepped closer.

"You." The smaller fennec said, pointing at Creiher. Or at least the wolf judged he was pointing since the sleeves still covered his raised arm. "Aic." The fennec's hand then pointed at the paintings. Lord Creiher simply frowned.

"Yes, that is the civilized world. Where we hang little unruly savages like you in the square." Lord Creiher kept his voice free of growling this time. The confused expression in Adahy's face pleased him. The fennec just continued, however.

"Me." The fennec said, pointing at himself. Then he pointed at the paintings again. It made no sense. The wolf looked closer, however, and realized that the fennec was pointing at the wolf standing on the field, then at the wolf sitting by the table in the other painting. Lord Creiher's eyes narrowed.

"What are you saying?"

The fennec grunted with frustration. He stepped to the wolf and rolled up his sleeve until his arm popped out of it. Then poked a clawed finger right against the wolf's nose.

"You," the fennec repeated. Then Adahy walked all the way to the painting and put his finger right over the dog playing in the field. "Aic." The fennec went to the other painting and pointed at the dog eating from the bowl. He then pointed at himself again, repeated the "me" and pointed at the wolves. Lord Creiher couldn't hold back from growling again.

"Are you calling me a dog?" The wolf's question was seething with outrage.

"Dog?" The fennec repeated his word. That one was simple enough for him to speak, apparently. Adahy pointed at the dog in the picture again.

"Yes, that's a dog, you idiot." The wolf glowered at the fennec.

"Dog," he repeated once more. Then pointed at the wolf. "Dog."

"If you're trying to imply that I'm a feral dog you're going t-" The wolf's growling took a new tone, his voice growing louder, but then a sharp smack against the back of his head by the larger fennec made him flinch and have to stop. Adahy stepped close to him.

"You. Dog." The fennec kept pointing at the picture, grinning with satisfaction. He then nodded towards his companion. "Hivic ari goha."

The moment the order was given, Creiher felt the other fennec's hand grabbing his fur again. He held the wolf by the back of his neck, but much to his surprise, the wolf felt a few tugs at the ropes keeping his wrists apart following and then, suddenly, the pressure was gone. His paws were free. Moving his arms was such a relief!

It was a relief he didn't get to enjoy for long. The fennec's grip at the back of his neck suddenly shoved him forward and down. The wolf used his hands to catch himself when his muzzle was almost touching the ground. The grip at the back of his neck was relentless with the fennec twisting his fur enough to make the wolf grunt with discomfort. Lord Creiher tried to push back and get himself up, but the fennec kept a tight hold, twisting his fur some more as a warning. The wolf was forced to stay down pretty much on all fours with his muzzle lowered. How did that little fennec have so much strength?!

"What in all the hells are you doing?!" The wolf growled with outrage. He saw by the corner of his eye that Adahy had left his trenchcoat in the ground and was walking around him, then he felt the fennec's feet casually pushing one of his knees to the side, forcing the wolf to spread his legs a little wider in his all-fours position. The lupine's tail shot down between his legs as thoughts of his compromising position went through his head.

"Let GO of me! I said LET-OW!" Another hard twist on the fur of his scruff had Lord Creiher gritting his teeth from the pain of having his fur pulled like that. Behind him, he felt rope again, except this time the smaller fennec seemed to be wrapping the rope around one of his thighs. Did they plan to bind his legs? Lord Creiher didn't like the idea at all. He tried using one of his hands to grab at the leg of the fennec holding his head down, but in one swift movement the Hakan's feet rose and stepped on his paw instead, pinning it down to the ground and eliciting a yelp from the wolf.

More rope came. After the fennec had something tight wrapped around one of the wolf's thighs he felt it being looped around his other thigh. Lord Creiher just waited. He didn't like it one bit, but the feet keeping his paw on the ground hurt and the fennec was rough.

"Hirivica avi goha ma," Adahy said behind him. The wolf had no idea what it meant, but the fennec holding his scruff stepped closer to him. Lord Creiher felt the hold on his fur tightening, the foot keeping his hand against the ground pressing a little harder against it. He grunted as it hurt. The reason why the fennec was holding him tighter became apparent soon enough. Lord Creiher felt a hand reaching in between his legs. The smaller fennec's paw took hold of the wolf's furry, hanging sack with absolutely no warning or ceremony. He then pulled it back.

The very moment the wolf felt that hand closing around his nuts, the wolf tensed up. As if expecting it, the fennec's hold tightened, his fur was twisted and his paw was stomped, bringing a whimper from the wolf.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Lord Creiher asked the question between gasps. Despite how painful the hold on his fur was the wolf still tried to get up when he felt that paw pulling his balls back between his open legs. The tug wasn't painful, just uncomfortable, but it was extremely invasive, to say the least.

The wolf wanted to look back, but as soon as he tried to, Hakan tightened his hold on his fur to keep him from doing so... Still, that didn't change the fact that he felt rope being looped around the base of his nuts. One loop, then another, then at third with his balls still pulled back between his legs. Adahy's foot came to his knee again, this time kicking it so that the wolf was forced to press his legs together. It made the wolf's thighs clamp down with his balls still pulled back between them in an uncomfortable position. After that, the fennec gave the rope a pull that made all the rope enveloping both of his thighs and his balls tightened up hard. It made the wolf gasp. A few more tense seconds went by with the wolf having no idea what was happening until finally, Adahy stepped back from him.

"Akra," the fennec announced. Regardless of what that meant, Lord Creiher was extremely glad to feel Hakan finally letting go of him. Both fennecs stepped away and looked at him obviously pleased with themselves. The wolf narrowed his eyes towards them. That rope was still around his thighs and balls, keeping them uncomfortably pulled back between his legs on the all fours position he was in. It was just wrong!

"You hellish little..." The wolf immediately began growling at them again. He was both reaching down between his legs to get rid of that rope and moving to stand up properly, but the moment Lord Creiher tried to bring his leg forth to get up the harsh pull he felt on his balls made him fall forward, face first against the ground. Falling flat on his chest had his legs attempting to straight up too, which gave the wolf another hard tug on his balls.

The tight rope kept his pulled back balls strictly connected to his thighs. The wolf was quick to realize that and bring his ass back up to the all fours position it had been in before. He also realized that both fennecs were laughing at him. Lord Creiher wiped the wetness from his eyes that came from the tug at his balls and growled at them, then immediately reached back to feel and pull at the rope. He realized what they'd done. With his balls connected in such a strict manned to the rope around his thighs his sack was forced to stay there, pulled back between his legs. That meant he had to keep his legs together and folded forward, for any attempt to straighten up his legs would mean that his balls would be pulled alongside them, stretching them away further and causing the pain and discomfort he had just experienced.

The realization made him even angrier. It would force him to stay down on all fours or at least in a sitting position. The wolf immediately glared at both fennecs, who were still giggling towards each other. Reaching back as he was, Creiher kept trying and trying to pull at the rope, but any pulling only made the thing feel even tighter around his sack. He managed to find the knot keeping the ropes together on the back of his right thigh, but it was an alien thing, tight and fierce, and it wouldn't undo itself no matter how much he tried to pull at it.

"What did you do?! Undo this! Untie me right NOW!" The wolf pretty much shouted with indignation. Having his balls pulled back between his legs was uncomfortable by itself, but it also made them visible. Left them on full display. The wolf turned around with the act of moving on all fours alone making his face grow red with embarrassment again. His threats, however, fell on deaf ears. The fennecs were obviously happy with themselves.

They ignored all of the wolf's outraged comments and instead kept calling him 'dog'. Adahy wrapped another piece of rope around the wolf's neck after pointing at a new, very torn-up painting that had remnants of a wolf and a dog walking along a shoreline with collar and leash. Creiher fought with all of his being against it, but in the end, there was little the wolf could do against the fennecs. He was forced to walk on all fours around the tent while Adahy pulled his 'leash' while unable to stand up because of the bonds around his balls and still having to endure having them pulled up like that. Even on all fours, his steps had to be small and careful, or else he'd end up tugging at them harder and bring a whole lot more pain to himself.

They walked him around the tent for a while, then, no matter how much Lord Creiher refused, argued or tried to fight against it, they led him back out in the open. Crawling amidst the other fennecs naked, on all fours and on a leash like that had the wolf lord keeping his head lowered in shame.

The wolf was led back to the smaller tent he had woken up in. There, the fennecs talked among themselves some more and ignored every plea from the wolf to have those ropes undone. The sun was about to set down and, from what he could gather, he assumed that tent belonged to either Adahy, Hakan or both of them.

As the day became night, things weren't exactly easier for the wolf. They didn't tie his hands anymore, but without being able to use his legs properly there wasn't that much he could do even with them free. Twice he got slapped for pushing the fennecs' curious hands away from his body until, finally, the wolf decided to just endure.

It was a terrible night to end a terrible day. Creiher was forced to sleep on the same piece of stretched cloth on the ground he had woken up in. The fennecs themselves slept on a similar fashion, though the wolf found it weird that Adahy and Hakan slept together, huddled up in their beds as if they were a married couple. The next day, he would escape. Lord Creiher promised himself that and drifted to sleep dreaming of paying an entire police force to raid the savage tribe and capture each one of these little runts.

The wolf was not able to keep that promise the next day. Nor could he in the third one. The second day was just as bad as the first. The fennecs led him around everywhere they went and most of the time with no purpose whatsoever. The wolf slowly learned that Adahy really liked to show him off and Hakan seemed happy, or at least submissive enough for some reason, to just follow the smaller fennec around do whatever Adahy wanted all the time.

They did not undo their ropework at all. The tight rope grew increasingly uncomfortable, especially around his sensitive balls, as he was forced to walk around on all fours left and right like a real dog. Every fennec they met laughed about his name, 'Gero', and at some point, Lord Creiher started feeling just too tired to growl and deny it every time. He was tired and, even worse, he was hot. These hellish lands continued to be far too warm for his thick fur and making the effort to keep up with all the crawling around the whole day only made it worse.

Yet, every time the wolf thought he could not feel more humiliated the damned fennecs found a way to top it in their own savage, stupid way. Adahy seemed set on treating him like a feral dog in every aspect the dumb fennec knew of despite the wolf's continuous protesting. The fennecs got bowls made of clay and put them on the floor in their tent, then filled them with water and fruit. The wolf had managed a whole hour of refusal before he gave in to eating from them, and then it took yet another good hour before he also folded to Adahy and Hakan not letting him use his hands to eat.

On the third day, the fennecs left him alone for a while. Adahy tied his 'leash' to one of the crates inside the tent like a dog, though. The wolf spent every minute of it trying and trying to get the ropes off of his balls so that he could actually get up and run the hell away. He tried his claws, but couldn't undo that knot no matter what. The sharpest thing he could find in the fennec's tent was a broken piece of mirror glass and, after fighting the apprehension of pressing something sharp against the rope that was so taut against his skin, he still failed. The rope was too thick and too tight, cutting it off would be a long shot. His leash he managed to untie, at least, and that got him yelled at and slapped again when Hakan came back to check on him.

Time went by and Lord Creiher could not find a way to escape.

At the dusk of the fourth day, Lord Creiher was inside the tent lying on the ground, eyes set up on the orange sky he could see through the open tent flap. He still had his legs and balls bound since the first day, but when he laid on his side he could stretch his legs a little better and rest. The wolf sighed. In his head, he still kept idly trying to think of a way to escape, but no new ideas were coming to him. He had tried wandering around the camp to see if he could find other wolves, but he had seen no sign of them ever since he saw that guard of his fighting in the ring. Maybe they had been taken somewhere else?

He had also tried talking to other fennecs, but none of the ones he tried had even a remote grasp of his language like Adahy had. He tried hiding from Adahy and Hakan and he even tried snatching a makeshift weapon and threatening them with it, but nothing came even close to working. By the third day, he learned that it was easier to just follow whatever those damned fennecs wanted and bring less pain over himself. He only had to do that until he found his golden opportunity, after all, and it would be soon. Or at least that was what Lord Creiher kept telling himself.

Lying in the tent, the former wolf lord only lifted his eyes when his ears picked up steps approaching. He could recognize Adahy's voice in the distance even if his words were still the mess they called a language. He didn't do more than glare at the fennecs when they entered the tent, both looking at him with Adahy grinning as he often did.

Hakan followed right behind him, but the other fennec, albeit bigger than Adahy in every sense, had his large ears folded down. A quick glance down was enough for the wolf to see that he wasn't wearing his loincloth but instead had both his hands covering his privates and at least had the decency to look embarrassed about it. Creiher saw a loincloth bundled up in one of Adahy's hands, which he assumed belonged to Hakan.

"Hiri va ni ii ga?" The larger fennec asked with a rather meek tone. They both waltzed into the tent and, though the wolf lifted his head and kept observing them, he didn't pay them much mind. He was already tired of arguing with them over his release or even of letting them know of his outrage. The dirty savages would never understand his position. At least not until he managed to get away and come back to press a pistol barrel against their foreheads. Then they would understand. The wolf huffed, appreciating such thoughts.

"Ka, va." Adahy said, waving a dismissive paw towards Hakan. He threw the other fennec's loincloth at a corner and the wolf saw Hakan's eyes following it with want. Hakan let out a small whimper-like sound. "Hivic a ki no mee," the small fennec continued.

Adahy's voice was authoritarian. The same tone the damn stuck up fennec often used with Lord Creiher himself. It made the wolf's eyes narrow ever so slightly even being completely out of the conversation. Hakan, on the other hand, lowered his head and stepped closer to the small fennec.

Lord Creiher kept watching them with little interest. He never expected, however, for Adahy to pull Hakan down to his own short muzzle and start kissing him. Hakan still kept his big ears folded back, but he closed his eyes and started kissing back right away. Both fennecs got really into it. The wolf, while watching, had his eyes wide. Both fennecs always seemed really close to each other, but as far as Lord Creiher had picked up, it was because these savages had little to no concept of boundaries. That, however... was a whole new level. They were both males! Yet there they were kissing as if they were lovers. Worse yet, Creiher had been pretty sure up until that point that Adahy and Hakan were brothers. They lived together, always did everything together and, most importantly, they shared numerous physical similarities between each other. Their eyes, their fur color, even the shape of their muzzle was different from any other fennec the wolf had seen wandering around. But, if they were kissing, they couldn't possibly be brothers. ...Could they? The wolf made a face just thinking about that. He had a younger brother of his own back home!

Their kiss lasted quite a while. Finally, it was Adahy who pulled away, leaving Hakan panting softly and looking flustered. The small fennec's hand went down through the larger one's chest much as it had done to the wolf in the first day. He felt it with his paw but kept going down until his paw reached his brother's sheath. Hakan's furry sheath had the same sand-like color that all of his fur had, but Adahy wasn't shy about pulling it back to expose the larger fennec's member, nor about starting to use his fingers to play with Hakan's cock. The larger fennec let out a soft moan. His member started to grow right away.

The wolf used his elbow to support himself. He still watched the indecent display with a horrified expression. He had no desire to see these acts of obscenity between two males, so he was about to get up and crawl out of the tent to leave them alone when Adahy happened to look at him. Their eyes met for a brief moment, the wolf looking disgusted and the fennec still smirking, and then the small fennec opened another one of his grins.

"Hivic a ga va ro onei," Adahy said, licking his lips. Lord Creiher looked away. He started to get up on all fours with a huff while being careful not to stretch his legs and accidentally pull on his tied up nuts. He was getting good at doing everything on all fours, even though he would never admit it out loud. "Hava Gero ori ni ga va."

Lord Creiher didn't know what the fennec had said. He didn't care. He didn't even spare them another look before he started crawling towards the exit. He had his nose outside the tent when he felt a grip on his tail tugging it and stopping him on his tracks. The wolf growled right away and, looking back, he saw Hakan indeed gripping his furry tail with Adahy standing by his side.

"Avac ii ni hadar," Adahy said, pointing at the wolf's 'bed' on the ground he had just left. The small fennec took a second to think, then spoke again. "Come. Dog. Lay."

Lord Creiher didn't like it. He stared at both fennecs letting his displeasure show in his expression for several moments, but ultimately he decided that it was better to just obey. The wolf turned around in crawl and went back to the piece of cloth on the ground that was his bed.

Both fennecs approached him. Adahy's hand came to his scruff, pulling him despite his protests towards one of the large crates they had inside the tent. The wolf was having a hard time understanding what they were doing.

"Iri ni a goha da," Adahy said, but the wolf wasn't sure if it was for him or Hakan. Suddenly, Lord Creiher had to look back when he felt pressure on the hellish ropes around his thighs and nuts. After wearing that for four days his skin felt a little chafed by how the ropes ground against it and his balls felt more sensitive than ever, so when he felt a tug on it, then another, then a third, the wolf went to growling right away. He caught a glimpse of a knife in Hakan's hand, then immediately tried to turn away from them, but Adahy twisted the fur of his scruff in a painful way to make him stop and whimper. Another tug came, and then, all of a sudden, all the pressure was gone. His balls were finally free to fall down between his legs as they were meant to, no longer tugged away from his body in that uncomfortable way. The rope around his thighs fell down after being cut, giving the wolf an incredible amount of relief. He could barely keep his tail from wagging back and forth once or twice in relief.

"Finally!" The wolf immediately turned around to sit on the ground. Adahy allowed that with his paw letting go of his scruff and the simple act of stretching his legs brought Lord Creiher so much relief he let out a drawn-out groan. He was free. He was finally free! He closed his eyes for a moment, moving his legs back and forth and reveling in the simple pleasure of his freedom.

The wolf's eyes snapped open again when he felt rope coming over his head to stop at his neck. He looked down to see the makeshift leash Adahy often used around put on him with the small fennec holding the other point. He said something in his language to Hakan, which the wolf saw was also holding a few more strands of rope. The larger fennec started approaching him.

"Oh no. No, you're NOT tying me up ag-" As soon as the wolf started showing his teeth and raised his voice, Adahy pulled at the rope around his neck. Being simply looped over itself, the fennec pulling it meant that it immediately tightened around the wolf's windpipe, making him gasp as his airflow was cut off. Both of the wolf's paws came up to grab at the rope pressing around his neck, but he couldn't grip it well enough to pry it away. Before he could do anything else, Hakan grabbed him by the scruff and forced him to lean forward, then the fennec took hold of one of his wrists and painfully forced them behind the sitting wolf's back. Lord Creiher quickly realized they meant to tie his wrists behind his back again when he felt the first piece of rope coming around the first wrist, but unable to even breath he couldn't put up much of a fight before both of his arms were secured and bound behind his back. Only then did Hakan let go of scruff and Adahy stopped the pressure around his neck, allowing him to lean his back against the large crate he was sitting against while catching his breath with a heavy pant.

"You... s-savages.." The wolf's voice was raspy and weak between his heavy breathing. Adahy still held the point of his 'leash', which made Lord Creiher wary, but the small fennec looked very pleased with himself. Hakan wasn't done, either. He wrapped the rope around one of his ankles, then placed a wooden stake on the ground inside the tent right beside it and stuck it to the ground by stomping on it. He did the same with the other ankle, forcing the sitting wolf to keep his legs as spread as they were. It was only after his breathing started to stabilize that he started to feel vulnerable given the fact that he was still naked.

One last large piece of rope was looped around his chest and the crate several times, making sure the wolf's back was stuck to the large, heavy wooden box filled with their collected junk and therefore too heavy for him to get away from. He tried as soon as he could. Lord Creiher looked at both fennecs hating the new position, but he still hadn't seen any reason as to why they would bind him up like that.

"What is the meaning of this?! I've obeyed your ludicrous orders!" The wolf was growling again. He had every right to growl! Both fennecs looked at each other, then back at him. Their complete lack of language proficiency was incredibly frustrating. As always, they didn't seem to pay much mind to his complaints. Adahy pulled Hakan closer and whispered something in his ear. It made the larger fennec's ears fold back again, but he still giggled in response and nodded and then, still looking a little embarrassed over his lack of clothing, he covered his privates and left the tent in a hurry.

Alone with the smaller fennec, Lord Creiher's growling grew as the fennec approached his bound self. Standing, the fennec was barely even taller than the wolf even sitting as he was. He could see Adahy's eyes judging him, then going down to his chest, to his stomach... to his exposed sheath.

"You, dog," Adahy said with a smirk. Lord Creiher continued growling. "You... please. Play." The fennec didn't look too sure of what words to use, but he didn't seem too worried about the wolf's lack of understanding.

"What in all the hells are you talking about?" The wolf's question was dry and angry. Whatever that was, he didn't like it and he intended to show it.

"Play," Adahy repeated. As if to prove some sort of point, his footpaw came forward to rest right over the wolf's sheath. The invasive touch had Creiher's ears shooting up. He growled and tried to instinctively pull away from it, but firmly bound as he was, he quickly found that he couldn't. Adahy saw that too and his smirk grew.

The fennec started to move his small foot over the wolf's sheath back and forth, rubbing it. The fennec reached down to his own sheath, pulled his loincloth to the side and then started stroking it as well. Possibilities of what the fennec could mean started popping in on the wolf's mind and he did not like a single one of them.

"No! Stop touching me! You CAN'T touch me!" The wolf's growling took a whole new tone. He pretty much shouted his outrage at the fennec. He struggled harder to get out of his bonds, but like all of the fennecs' rope work so far it was was firm and completely impossible to break out of.

Adahy didn't look pleased, though. The fennec frowned for a moment, grumbled something on his language then rubbed one of his own large ears. His foot retreated from the wolf's sheath, much to his relief, but that didn't stop his snarling towards the abusive fennec. He would not tolerate anything of that sort! Slowly, Adahy undid the knot of the loincloth he was wearing, which left the fennec naked in front of him as his brother had been before. Lord Creiher looked away.

"Get away! I'm not going to participate in ANY of your savage, perverted rituals!" His new complaint seemed to displease Adahy as well, which he was glad for. For a moment, he thought he had finally managed to let the fennec know how he felt, but then his eyes followed Adahy slowly picking up the rope serving as a leash from the ground again.

Before he could do anything, the fennec pulled at it again. The sudden pressure around his neck and the lack of breathing had the wolf gasping in surprise all over again. Adahy was quick, however. He put the rope tied to his neck under his arm to keep the pressure on and approached the wolf. With his small paw, he still managed to clamp the wolf's muzzle closed and then, gasping for breath, Lord Creiher barely saw how quickly the fennec's hand moved.

All he knew was that suddenly there was cloth enveloping his muzzle. He tried to twist it to one side or another to get away, but his body was screaming at him to breathe. Something enveloped his muzzle around the cloth, something else felt tight around it and then, finally, Adahy pulled back and the pressure on his neck vanished.

As soon as the wolf breathed in the first rush of air, his eyes immediately watered. His muzzle was tied shut by what he could see were thin straps looped around it several times, meaning he could only breathe in through his nose. Enveloping his nose and muzzle, however, was what he immediately identified as Adahy's loincloth. The scent was indistinguishable. It had his familiar scent, except in a much, much more potent way given that that was the loincloth that sat over the fennec's malehood day and night.

Still, he had no choice but to breathe in through the cloth again and again to fill his lungs. The strong smell right against his very sensitive nose had him blinking away little tears of pure outrage. The first thing he did was savagely shake his head in a helpless effort to dislodge the thing around his muzzle, but it was of no use.

"HHMGH! MMH! HMMGH!" The wolf tried to shout. He very much did, but completely unable to even open his muzzle his protests came as nothing more than muffled noise. That, in turn, seemed to please Adahy very much. The way the fennec grinned down at him made the wolf's blood boil.

"Ari vi ta hirita," Adahy said, the fennec's furry tail swishing back and forth behind him in contentment. Even the wolf's growling came out muffled with that thing around his muzzle. The wolf couldn't even growl properly like that.

The tent's flap opened and Hakan walked in. The larger fennec took one look at the wolf and laughed, which brought a proud smile from Adahy. Lord Creiher glared at him. Hakan brought in what looked like a bowl of some sort and, with care, handed it over to Adahy who took it with excitement. The smaller fox nodded towards the wolf, and then both fennecs approached him. Each one sat over one of his thighs, both too close for his comfort especially naked as all three of them were.

He managed to look into the bowl, though. It had some sort of balm in it, green and slimy. Something mashed out of leaves, the wolf judged. Adahy set the bowl next to himself, then dipped his paw in it to take some of the substance. He nodded towards Hakan, who nodded back in agreement. Lord Creiher just watched them both with wary, yet angry eyes.

The wolf's eyes followed it downwards, then grew wide when he saw and felt the fennec grabbing his furry sheath and feeling it with his fingers. Immediately the wolf let out a very muffled growl and pulled at every piece of rope holding him back, but the fennecs didn't even spare him a glance for all of his effort to show his outrage.

They spoke a few unintelligible things to each other. Both of them stared at his sheath with anticipation. Hakan's fingers circled it, then pried inside touching the wolf's hidden member. Creiher huffed with a mix of anger and embarrassment. The larger fennec then proceeded to pull his sheath back, exposing the wolf's pink tip to the outside world.

Adahy's hand went down at it as well. With the balm still in his fingers, the fennec started applying it to the wolf's member in a careful, slow way. Lord Creiher's eyes followed his paw. He felt every delicate touch of the fennec's small, clawed fingers around his member. The wolf had no idea what they were doing, but he did not like it. Lord Creiher tried to struggle again. He huffed and growled, tried to make words past the cloth keeping his muzzle shut, but the damned fennecs still just ignored him and continued their profane work.

"HMMGHHH!" The wolf protested as best as he could. How dare they touch him like... that? Due to all his effort, his breathing was coming short, which had him inhaling more of that hateful musk from Adahy's loincloth. Creiher's ears fell down in pure embarrassment, but his anger was still very much there.

"Kadi vii ari," Adahy said to Hakan, who nodded. Both fennecs looked very, very interested in the wolf's sheath. The small fennec took more of the balm and continued to spread it around the inside of the wolf's sheath and over his member. At first, the wolf had absolutely no concept what they were doing, but it didn't take long for him to start feeling some sort of... heat. It was as if his member and sheath felt hot and cold at the same time, but what he could very much notice was how it also made the light rubbing of Adahy's fingers start feeling way more intense over his most sensitive flesh.

Nervous about what was happening, the wolf resorted to struggle more. Cursed fennecs and their exceptional knot skills. It was of no use. Lord Creiher's heart sped up and, through the cloth around his muzzle, he finally let out a groan. He couldn't hold back. He was forced to watch alongside the fennecs as Adahy's ministrations finally made his member start growing.

It was a very unusual, different feeling. Both fennecs grinned and spoke excitedly towards one another when the wolf's shaft started growing out of its sheath. As it did, the damned runts made sure that every inch of his engorged member was covered in their substance. As the wolf's cock continued to grow, it gradually changed from light pink to a vibrant red, which immediately got slathered up with the greenish paste.

Lord Creiher felt his whole length heating up. When it reached full hardness, the fennecs already had it covered in their balm from its tapered tip all the way to the knot still hidden inside his sheath. When they did, it was a matter of minutes before the flesh started heating up and then, even though Adahy was still being delicate, the simple touch of the fennec's fingers had the wolf trembling with unwanted pleasure. It was as if his sensitivity had been heightened several times over. The wolf had never felt anything like that.

How pleasurable it was felt directly opposed to the fact that the wolf did not want to get hard in front of those savages. He did everything in his power to stop it. From closing his eyes and trying to think of other things to struggling so hard the rope hurt his limbs. Nothing worked. It became harder and harder to deny how hot his member felt or how intense the simple brushing of the fennec's paw over his cock was.

"Hivid kadi vi ta!" Adahy finally said with a grin. He pulled his paw away when the wolf was fully hard and already panting. The fennec looked satisfied. Adahy gave Hakan a malicious look and, when the larger fennec saw it, his large ears folded back. Adahy's grin grew, then he pointed his finger at Hakan's sheath. "Hiri kadi Hakan va. Adara ho."

For whatever it was he said, Hakan looked a little troubled. The wolf watched the larger fennec reach down to his own sheath, however, and pull it back to start jerking off. He looked a little embarrassed about that, but Adahy gave him a pleased smile and a nod. The wolf noticed for the first time that Adahy's own member was already somewhat grown. The fennec's shaft was definitely small compared to the wolf's as it matched his diminutive stature.

"Hmmgh! Mhgf!" The wolf complained. He had never wanted to get away from these crazy fennecs as much as he did there and then. Bound, naked and forced to get hard with some strange substance over his member. They were males! They were way, way past the line. He succeeded in bringing Adahy's attention back to him while Hakan apparently got himself hard as well, but the fennec just kept grinning.

"Aaah. Hivic aar kadi?" The fennec's question was almost... suggestive. The wolf had no idea what he had said, but he almost regretted complaining when the small fennec's paw came back to his cock. It enveloped the wolf's larger member as best as it could, then started stroking up and down still in very slow motions. With that heat and whatever that substance was, that alone was enough to make the wolf's eyes close for a moment. He huffed as pleasure coming from his member overwhelmed him. It made him tremble as his cock throbbed in the fennec's paw. Lord Creiher wasn't aroused, he told himself. He couldn't be, not in the middle of these savages. Not bound and helpless as he was. Not to the touch of other males. That's what he kept repeating in his head, but his body disagreed. The wolf's member had precum sprouting from its tip. Adahy said something and the lupine opened his eyes to see the fennec taking the drop of precum with a clawed finger, then lifting it up to show it off while laughing. Lord Creiher's ears fell back from sheer embarrassment.

Hakan's member was hard in his stroking paw. Adahy saw that then slapped the other fennec's paw away so that he himself could stroke Hakan's cock. Unlike how he treated the wolf's member, Adahy stroked the other fennec's cock with vehemence. He had a malicious smirk in his face while Hakan, on the other hand, said something that came out with a whimper. Lord Creiher presumed it had to do with Adahy's hand still being slathered with the sensitivity substance they were using on him. Hakan's member got covered in it as well, but the smaller fennec only played with him for a little while. The wolf got to see that those fennecs had knots at the base of their cocks much like he did, though they were proportional to their smaller sizes.

When Adahy pulled his hand back from Hakan's shaft, the other fennec whimpered but said nothing. Lord Creiher saw that Adahy himself was hard as well. The wolf turned his muzzle away, disgusted over being in the middle of two other aroused males, but soon the touching on his own member returned.

"Ari hata," Adahy said, grinning towards Hakan. "Hi Gero ta no kadi... iva."

Hakan nodded. Both fennecs scooted closer to the wolf still sitting over his thighs with the lupine's own member rock hard between his legs. Lord Creiher frowned and tried to speak against it, but nothing he did stopped both fennecs from reaching towards his cock. Four sets of small paws started stroking his shaft. They both dipped their paws into the balm to slather a new layer of the thing over the wolf's cock, which made the heat the wolf felt over his sensitive flesh burn even hotter.

They started stroking him. Both of them were careful and delicate, yet they touched him with both curious and malicious expressions. The wolf shook his hips, struggled against the ropes, tried to pull away in every way he could, but bound as he was, the fennecs had him. Their paws ran up and down the smooth length of his cock making his muscles weak with pleasure.

The wolf huffed. Soon, more precum started leaking from its tip. With that much pleasure being inflicted over his member, it wasn't long before his ears folded back as he got to see his own knot starting to grow. As soon as the fennecs saw it, they pulled his sheath back behind it and seemed even more pleased. Much to the wolf's despair, they soon covered his very sensitive knot with their paste as well. Every squeeze, every rub against the engorged bulb of flesh had Lord Creiher letting out involuntary whines through his closed muzzle out of sheer pleasure. The fennecs seemed to enjoy that immensely.

They kept going. The wolf tried to hold back, but he just couldn't. Sometimes one fennec would rub the underside of his cock while the other just focused on his knot. Other times, one's paw would just keep rubbing his tip while the other went up and down the entirety of his length. Before long, the wolf's knot reached its full size. Precum started oozing from its tip in a constant rate and each time it did one of the fennecs would pick it up and mix it with their messy paste over his length as they kept stroking him.

Lord Creiher hated it, but he couldn't deny that they were going to make him cum. The simple thought of being brought to orgasm by savages filled with the wolf with shame, but his body craved it. The pleasure rushed through him. The wolf closed his eyes and tried to imagine anything but what was happening to him. For a few moments, he managed to do it. He pretended that it was some well-paid whore back in his estate that was treating him. A feminine touch that brought all that pleasure. He wasn't tied up. He wasn't being abused and toyed with by savages. There was just pleasure. Pleasure that was about to reach its peak. Lord Creiher let out a drawn-out moan even through his musky, disgusting loincloth of a gag as he felt the climax approaching him.

And then all four paws left his member. The wolf was left there panting, feeling his orgasm about to rise with his cock pulsing in the air, but with no further touch, the explosive ending didn't happen. Instead, he felt the pleasure slowly dwindling inside him. The wolf opened his eyes to see both fennecs staring up at him and grinning.

The wolf quickly looked away. The way they stared at him full of mockery and amusement made him even more aware of what he had been doing. Yet still, his shaft pulsed between his legs just seconds away from the release that they had denied him.

"Ari hata. Viti o hivic atu..." Adahy had a suggestive tone on his voice again, which worried the wolf greatly. Hakan, still grinning, nodded in agreement. And then, both fennecs attacked his oversensitive member again.

It didn't take long for the wolf to realize he was in the middle of some perverted, sick game with those damned fennecs. They stroked his cock, caressed it, rubbed it with their paws in the most pleasant ways they could come up with. Then, when the wolf's breath started to pick up and the pleasure was just about to overcome him, one of them would say something and they both would stop all touch and just stare and giggle at how the wolf's shaft pulsed with denied need. Sometimes they even talked to each other about what he judged were new ways to bring the wolf the pleasure or shared some laughing, yet it always ended the same way: with the wolf on the very edge of cumming and them letting go.

Lord Creiher found it outrageous and incredibly demeaning at first. He was NOT some toy for them to play with! Yet, as the minutes went by and turned into an hour, the wolf's body was speaking louder than any sense of pride left in his mind. The first few incredibly frustrating times the fennecs did that the wolf reacted with struggling and muffled growling. That, however, slowly became less about growling and more about whimpering. The wolf's mind gradually shifted from thinking of ways of getting out of that game to desperately seeking ways of actually cumming. To hell that it was on their terms, to hell that they could see it! The more they teased him, the more he found himself needing to cum. There was, of course, still a very considerable amount of rage deep inside him boiling towards the pair of fennecs for doing that to him, but his primary need became actually satisfying what his body was hungering for.

For the hundredth time, their paws started rubbing his member. The dark red canine shaft still throbbed in the air between his legs. He was rock hard with his knot large and engorged at the base. Hakkan was using his fingers to delicately rub small circles around the sides of his knot, which was something that made him almost breathless with pleasure. The fennecs seemed to love that. Adahy, on the other hand, had both his hands making a circle that went up and down the very tip of the wolf's cock to tease him as if he was fucking something. The teasing barely lasted ten seconds given that Creiher was going mad with pleasure. His member started pulsing, the feeling of orgasm rising inside him in record time. Yet, no matter how much he tried to conceal it, the fennecs knew. They pulled away and giggled again.

"HMMGH!" the wolf tried to shout through his gag. He was going insane! That balm, whatever it was, had each light touch from those tiny clawed fingers sending shivers down his spine. Since they had to wait quite long to touch his malehood again before it cooled down, they spent the time in between stroking either themselves or each other. Twice they simply started kissing and making out right there still sitting over the wolf's thighs with his desperate member in-between. They teased his member while they kissed, one paw each, and took nothing but pleasure from his desperate, muffled moaning.

After another particularly intense and incredibly frustrating session of stroking, Adahy finally said something different and stood up. The wolf looked at him with his eyes already wet with despair. At that point, he just wanted Adahy to reach out for his cock and finish him. It didn't matter how or where. Nothing mattered except that that damned fennec just kept stroking him long enough for him to finish. Immediately, the wolf pulled at the bindings around his wrists. If he could only touch himself... he would gladly do it with his own hand. He needed it!

The small fox did no such thing, though. Adahy grinned down at him, then scooted closer. With a footpaw he pressed the wolf's member against his own furry stomach, which was enough to make him have to close his eyes for a moment and let out a muffled moan. Both fennecs laughed again, then Adahy reached out for the knots keeping that disgusting loincloth tied around his muzzle. The wolf watched with eagerness while his small claws worked the knot, then took a deep breath of fresh air when it finally fell down.

"PLEASE!" the wolf pleaded as soon as he could speak. His ears were still lowered. "This is TORTURE! You can't keep doing this! Untie me! Just let me ghhhnNNGH-" Lord Creiher's protests were cut off by Adahy pressing his small footpaw against his cock again. It rubbed and down against the underside of his length in a crude way, but with the balm still acting on it and after all that teasing, it was enough to make the wolf moan without even meaning to.

"Ahado. Shush." Adahy said, pointing at him. He had a serious expression for once. The wolf swallowed with his ears folded back and his face burning with embarrassment. Obeying the damned fennec hurt his pride, but sex was the prominent thing on his mind at that moment. The fennec's foot was quick to leave his member which, much to the wolf's embarrassment, disappointed him. The wolf remained quiet, though, with his eyes shifting between Adahy and Hakan waiting to see what would happen next.

"Va ta," Adahy continued, looking pleased with his silence. The small fennec scooted closer to him, then put one of his small feet over the wolf's bound leg to raise himself a little higher. That left the fennec's hard member right in front of the wolf's muzzle. Creiher immediately turned his face away with a grunt, but he still waited to see what the fennec was going to do. It hadn't occurred to him what Adahy really wanted until the fennec pointed down at own hard shaft.

"Luvi," the fennec ordered. He pressed his hips forward just a little so that the tip of his own tapered, canine-shaped member poked the side of the wolf's muzzle. At that moment, Creiher's eyes went wide.

"What?! I'm not going to lick another male's cock like some whore!" Though the wolf's ears were still lowered, he was sure that his tone made his point abundantly clear. More so by how Adahy frowned at him. The smaller fennec made a hand signal and just like that, the wolf felt Hakan's hand returning to his dick. The teasing was right back in full strength and even though it was only one pair of hands it wasn't long before they had the wolf gritting his teeth and moaning, then jutting his hips up as best as he could as his orgasm approached. As always, the fennec stopped just short of him reaching it, which elicited a groan of sheer frustration from the bound wolf.

"Ahi di hivic a ka, luvi." Adahy explained it above him, pointing at his member again. The wolf, still panting and feeling aroused beyond belief, glared up at him. He looked at the fennec's hard member again, then considered his options. Maybe just a little wouldn't be so bad. Who would ever know? As soon as he escaped that hellish place he could bury that memory and pretend it never happened. Even better, he could punish the fennecs and make them pay and make up for what they were making him do. A brief thought of Adahy and Hakan being whipped and forced to work his fields back in his country made the wolf lord feel a little better.

He gave Adahy one last brief glare, then finally turned his muzzle back towards the fennec's member. He could see the grin growing in Adahy's smug face. The first thing that hit him was the musk. It was so very similar to that of the loincloth he had been forced to breathe through for the last hour, yet at the same time, it was raw. Potent. There was a single drop of precum lingering at the tapered tip of Adahy's cock. Slowly, Creiher leaned forward enough to reach it and, hating himself for it, stuck his tongue out to lick it. He gagged with disgust immediately. Adahy seemed very happy and pleased above him, however.

"Aha! Hari va di Gero ada!" The fennec's small hands came to grip the fur on the sides of his head. In one swift movement, he pulled the wolf's muzzle forward while at the same time humping towards his maw. All the former wolf lord felt was the fennec's smooth member gliding over his tongue as it entered his maw. His first immediate reflex was to struggle against it as best as he could. He almost pulled back, but Hakan's paws returned to his cock at that very moment. The jolt of pleasure that coursed through him weakened him. Made him moan even with the fennec's cock inside his muzzle.

Adahy let out a groan of pleasure above him and, still gripping the wolf's fur as if they were handles, started pulling out of the wolf's muzzle and then thrusting back in. Creiher's ears pinned themselves down against his head. The weird sensation of the fennec's malehood grinding against his tongue was incredibly humiliating. Adahy forced him to taste his cock while at the same time used his tongue as a means to get off.

Yet, beneath him, Hakan's paws were actively working on the wolf's needy, sensitive member again. The rational part of the wolf's mind that still held on to his pride screamed at him to stop everything, and yet Lord Creiher found himself just closing his eyes. He let the fennec hump his muzzle and facefuck him to get off if it meant he could focus on the much-needed pleasure irradiating from his own member. He was so close...

Hakan was going slow. Despite the uncomfortable and humiliating humping against his face and the occasional gag of discomfort from the tip of Adahy's cock reaching the back of his throat, he still managed to feel close to cumming again. He was so, SO close! Hakan rubbed his knot at first and the wolf felt like he might cum, but then the fennec shifted to a slow rub on his tip that felt just as pleasurable, but not quite as much. He was close, so he did his best to ignore Adahy speeding up his thrusting and groaning out loud and tried to focus on his own pleasure. Hakan slowed down just a little more...

Each second felt like a minute. He didn't know for how long he hung in that fog of pleasure that had him hovering so close to release. Hakan had moved back to his knot, though he had shifted to using one single finger. The wolf was close, too close, but then a moan came from above him. Adahy thrust his cock in hard enough for his small knot to go into the wolf's muzzle, which had his lips kissing the fennec's sheath. The small fox's length wasn't big enough for his knot to have trouble going into the larger wolf's muzzle, so the wolf didn't immediately associate that act with what came next. A flood of warmth was shot almost directly into his throat at first, then the following pulses of the fennec's member buried into his muzzle brought a very salty taste to his tongue as cum started flooding his maw.

The wolf's eyes watered right away. That was too much! The wolf immediately fought to pull back, but the fennec's grip on his fur tightened and pulled it to keep him from doing so. Adahy kept his muzzle hard-pressed against his crotch as he rode his orgasm. The fennec even went as far as grinding his cock back and forth over the wolf's tongue to milk a little more out of it. The wolf felt his muzzle get filled with the fennec's seed. With another male's cum. A wave of disgust and shame washed over him and he did his best not swallow. He held it in his maw until Adahy finally sighed, pulled back from his muzzle and let go of his fur. Then the wolf turned his muzzle to the side and spat it all on the ground by his side. Or, at least, he tried to. Tendrils of cum still ran down his neck, matting the fur around his muzzle. The wolf went into a coughing fit trying to spit the rest of it out, but the strong taste lingered in his tongue no matter what he did.

"Avaho! Kadi i ma!" Adahy exclaimed above him. A slap came to his muzzle, which at least took his mind out of what he had just done. The small fennec, however, pointed at the mess spat cum on the ground and looked angry. "Ari va haka! Avaho!"

"Screw you! You... you did THAT! In... in my mouth!" The wolf growled back at the fennec. His own pleasure was still there, lingering, but Hakan had stopped touching him the moment he had spat the cum out. The larger fennec stood up as well to stand next to Adahy, which still frowned at him. Frustrated, the wolf pulled weakly at the ropes still holding him. "Let me out! You savages are INSANE! I will have both of you drinking the PISS from my feral dogs for this!!"

The fennecs looked at each other. Adahy said something unintelligible to Hakan, who in turn seemed happy about whatever he had said. The smaller fennec then gave the wolf a stern look for a moment, then moved to sit back down at the bound wolf's thigh like before.

"What are you doing? Let me OUT! I'm tired of these... these games. Whatever this is! I won't stand for it anymore!" The wolf's tone was as desperate as he was. He struggled a bit more, but when Adahy reached for his member again, he couldn't help it. He melted into a shameful moan. The fennec dipped his paw into the balm again before attacking his knot with it once more and bringing unwanted pleasure to the bound wolf all over again.

His eyes closed shut for a moment. He felt the fennec's hand stroking his dick, going from top to bottom aggressively in a way that was quickly bringing him back to his edge again. It went on and it wasn't until he was almost cumming, until he was close to howling with pleasure that Adahy stopped again. Lord Creiher let out a long groan of pure frustration.

When he opened his eyes, however, he saw that right in front of his muzzle Hakan was still standing. The larger fennec was stroking his own cock there with the tip pointing right at his face. The wolf turned his muzzle away immediately.

"Stop! What are you doing?!" Despite his protest, Hakan didn't stop. If anything, the fennec sped up. Hakan let out a small moan of pleasure and continued to stroke himself. His small knot was fully grown at the base and he looked... close. Lord Creiher looked down at Adahy instead who usually answered for both of them, but all he saw in the small fennec's face was a smirk growing.

"What's he doing?!" The wolf asked again, this time towards Adahy. The fennec didn't respond, just kept smirking. Hakan seemed like he was getting more into it. "Make him stop!"

The wolf's demand fell on deaf ears. Adahy soon started working on his dick again, much to his frustration, which had him holding back moans of pleasure while staring at the tip of the fennec's cock pointing right at his face.

It was when Lord Creiher was close to his own orgasm again that it happened. Hakan moaned with satisfaction and cum erupted from his malehood. All the wolf could do was close his eyes and grunt with disgust as the spurts of cum hit his face once, twice, then for a third time before it started growing weaker. A jet of fox spunk hit the fur of his neck, then the last spurts fell down around his chest. To make things worse, Adahy sped up the stroking on the wolf's member while it happened. Feeling the intense pleasure while at the same time getting covered with cum felt incredibly wrong to the wolf lord.

It felt sticky over his muzzle. The smell of sex hung heavy in the air and, most of all, over him. The wolf could see and feel a thicker glob of white cum slowly dripping down the very side of his snout and yet, Adahy still managed to make him moan as his edge approached. Just like every time before that, however, the damned fennec soon stopped again leaving the wolf hanging in the very edge of orgasm without any relief.

"Hivic a kadi, fara Gero ni hata," Adahy declared. The wolf looked down at him, panting and with his low. He was humiliated. Desperate. Hakan, however, let out a soft chuckle and yawned while giving his satisfied dick a few last pumps. Both fennecs traded a few words back and forth, then Hakan moved to sit down between the wolf's forcefully spread legs. The larger fennec gave the wolf's thigh a few pats, then moved to lay his head over it. The wolf just watched, confused.

"What's going on?" He asked towards Adahy, desperate. "I need water. I need to clean up, and I need..." He looked down at his own cock. He had never wanted to reach down to it as badly as he wanted at that moment. The dark red member still pulsed alone in the air with the green remnants of the balm all over it.

Adahy seemed to catch his drift. Which was why when the fennec shook his head, the wolf's eyes went wide. The small fox stood up. He pointed at the wolf's member, then at the place where he had spat down his cum on the ground and shook his head again.

"Avar i haka na. It ini vi kadi Ii ta." Adahy sounded... serious. The wolf couldn't be sure of what he was saying, but he had a good idea.

"Are you saying you're not going to let me..." he hesitated for a moment, ashamed of what he was asking for, but he took a deep breath. He had to admit it that he wanted it. He needed it. "You're not going to let me cum because I spat out your disgusting seed? Is that what you're saying, you runt?!"

The wolf's tone made Adahy frown. Lord Creiher's eyes watched the fennec calmly lean forward and reach down to get his loincloth from the ground. The wolf realized a little too late what it meant when the fennec approached him. The process from before repeated itself with the wolf struggling with all his might and yet still the fennec managing to bind the used loincloth around his muzzle and tie it with the same incredibly tight knot. The loincloth felt wet from the cum that had been lingering over his snout. Lord Creiher struggled against all of his bonds with everything he had but to no avail.

"Hmmgh! Hmmghf!! HMMGHFFF!" The wolf wanted to scream. To shout. He glared at the fennec in front of him, who in turn just replied with a smug smirk of superiority. The wolf had never felt so angry and frustrated in his life.

Adahy then sat down and nestled up next to Hakan. both fennecs laid right there between his spread legs, each one lying on one of his furry thighs. Adahy sighed with satisfaction, then gave the wolf's cock, which was still rock hard between both fennecs, a playful poke on the knot that was enough to make the wolf huff with pleasure above him.

That was all he got, though. With a sigh, the fennec closed his eyes and relaxed. The wolf lord could only look down at both fennecs. He thought about struggling, thought about fighting to keep them from doing whatever the hell they pleased like that, but what was the point? Part of him knew that Adahy would find a way to make things even worse for him if he did.

Lord Creiher let out a muffled whine through his gag. The pleasure and arousal slowly winded down, but with that thing slathered over his member the simple breeze coming from the tent's entrance was enough to make it twitch. Perhaps in the morning, he would find a way to escape. Maybe they wouldn't bind him up again like before. He could run. He could do whatever he wanted. Sex still lingered in his mind, but as he breathed Adahy's musk mixed with Hakan's cum through his nose the humiliation felt... heavy. He was a lord!

"Yes", he thought to himself. Tomorrow would be the day he would escape, no matter what.

Yet, there was a part of him that no longer believed that.