An Alarming Development
#12 of A Slave's Tail
Darrius chuckled to himself at the look on the younger male's face as he brought out those implements, holding them up so his "nephew" could get a clear view of what he was in for. Over the years he had trained the younger male to enjoy these games. He had started off very gently and gradually gotten rougher and rougher with him, letting him adjust to it a little at a time. The wolf had learned to trust him fully, the coyote always showing compassion and affection to his slave afterwards. Now, on the verge of handing over his entire estate to the young lupine, Darrius had decided to go all out, finally getting to breed the boy with his full force and lust.
"M... must I uncle?" Vanamee whimpered, his ears laying back and his tail tucking between his legs. Lord Clang changed his expression quickly, his warm smile fading as he looked sternly down at the lupine. He sat the toys down in his large easy chair next to the fireplace, walking slowly and deliberately over to Van. He brought one hand up, taking a handful of the wolf's now significantly shorter, blue head fur and forcing the young canine's head back, eliciting a soft gasp from him. Darrius' training had only done so much he knew. The slave had always liked having his hair pulled, and Darrius suspected that if he could get past the idea of it being humiliating, he would probably be turned on by being tied up.
"Not uncle." Clang growled, leaning in and talking into the boy's ear in a soft but stern voice, "Until the dinner tonight you will still call me master. Now I am impatient to enjoy you one last time mutt. Take off your suit." The nobleman listened in satisfaction as the wolf gave him a submissive whimper and a small bulge forming at the front of the younger male's pants, mirroring the already sizable tent in the front of the coyote's. Darrius released Van's hair, letting the wolf step back. The boy was blushing bright red as he began to silently undress, laying each article of clothing down in a neat pile. It seemed no matter how many times the coyote bred him, the wolf was always shy and nervous. At last the young canine stood nude in front of his master, his head bowed in embarrassment.
Clang might have felt bad for the boy, if he didn't know that he secretly wanted this. The younger canine's cock was already hard, just from the coyote's teasing and the scent that he put off was unmistakable. He wanted to be bred.
"Good boy." The noble praised, starting to undress himself, "Now go look in my chest. I have some clothes in there you might find to be more comfortable." Vanamee looked up at him curiously, then walked tentatively over to the large wooden chest. The wolf opened it up and peered inside, a surprised look coming over his face. He turned to face his master, whimpering pitifully and giving Clang his usual "Do I have to?" face. The coyote had little time for niceties today. He had spent all morning thinking about this, his last chance to have fun with the slave boy, and had worked himself into a bit of a bother over it. The older male curled his lips back in a snarl, showing the smaller one his fangs. "Now you worthless bitch!" He growled. The wolf let out a surprised "eep!" and reached back into the box, fishing out the outfit that Darrius had bought for him about a week ago, especial for this day. The coyote took no pleasure in talking like that to Van, but he could tell that on some level the wolf was turned on by the rough, dominant talk.
Vanamee stood up, holding the outfit in his arms. He gave one last whimper in protest, then began to put it on. First were the soft pink panties that Clang had purchased, thinking how cute they would look on the islander's girly little frame. Next came the fishnet stockings, something Clang had always found particularly attractive. The wolf frowned a little as he next slid on the adorable dancer's sleeves. These were long, pink colored tubes that went over his arms, something that the noble had seen on some burlesque dancers downtown once and had wanted to try on the wolf ever since. The last piece seemed to bother the younger male the most. It was a short, silky, pink, woman's nightgown. As the slave boy finished putting his outfit on, Darrius stood back and admired it.
"Pink is your color." He remarked teasingly, making the wolf blush an even brighter red. The noble walked back to where he had set the rest of his goods down, noting with satisfaction that the wolf kept his eyes glued, almost hungrily so, to the nude coyote. Clang reached down, picking up the collar and cuffs and handing them to his pet. "Put them on. NOW." He ordered, trying to keep from smiling as the whining pup took the restraints. The leather collar snapped easily around his furry neck and the cuffs as well, each of them having a small metal clip. Next the coyote picked up the muzzle.
"I had considered not using this." The noble admitted, "But, like I expected, you were resistant. You had to be MADE to obey, and therefore I'm going to have to punish you." At this announcement the wolf's eyes grew large.
"W... what?" Van whimpered, "Please... please don't punish me master!" The young wolf looked at him, knowing all to well what the coyote's punishments were. The wolf's pleas were cut short however as his owner slid the muzzle over him, taking the two little leather straps on the sides of it and tying them together behind Van's head, essentially silencing him. The coyote smiled as he stepped back, grabbing up the leash and clipping it onto the small metal loop on his slave's collar.
"Now be a good mutt and get on all fours." The noble growled. The younger male was quick to obey, obviously hoping that if he were obedient now, Clang might change his mind about punishing him. Darrius gave a rough tug on the leash, signaling the wolf to follow him as he walked back over to the chest. As the noble reached inside, Van gave a timid whimper. The wolf already knew what he was going to pull out. When Clang stood back up, he held an old leather riding crop in his hand. The coyote nodded his head toward the ottoman that sat near his favorite easy chair. "You know the position." Darrius spat, glaring coldly at the wolf as he looked pleadingly up at his master. The wolf bowed his head in defeat, knowing he wasn't getting out of this. With that the young lupine crawled over to the ottoman, raising himself up and laying across it.
Lord Clang smiled in approval. The ottoman had been a wonderful purchase. Thanks to Vanamee's rather diminutive size, the large, brown ottoman was a perfect bondage device. The wolf knowingly lay his arms and legs downward on either side. Darrius reached over into his easy chair, picking up the rope, which he began to thread through the metal loops on each of the younger canine's cuffs, then around the legs of the ottoman, leaving Van bent over the stool, the bindings tight enough to prevent most movement. The coyote took a moment to admire the sight of the young, nubile boy, dressed in an assortment of pink women's clothing, bent and bound on the footstool.
"I think thirty whacks will suffice." The noble said tauntingly. The slave boy immediately let out a muffled protest, shaking his head vehemently. "Do you want me to make it forty?" He threatened, "You remember what happened last time don't you?" The younger male grew quiet, nodding his head in reply. "Exactly." Darrius churred, reaching down and gently petting his plaything's back, "And I don't think either of us want you wetting yourself in those pretty new panties. Do we?"
The wolf whimpered and shook his head no. The coyote's cock was throbbing now, and he would have loved nothing more than to have jerked down the boy's little panties and fuck him dry, but he held back. He had to milk this time for all it was worth. "Raise your tail slave." Clang ordered, lifting the riding crop up high as he prepared to strike. The lupine looked back over his shoulder at him, whimpering pitiably as he lifted his rather bushy tail into the air, causing that short pink dress to ride up and expose the boy's pink panties beneath. Darrius brought the crop slamming down, producing a muffled scream from the bound wolf. Again and again he whipped the helpless boy, knowing that each strike left a nice red streak on that supple ass beneath those panties. The wolf had rivers of tears going down his cheeks as Clang whipped him, and in all honesty he would have wanted to stop. But by experience (And the hard, dripping wolf cock that poked out of the top hem of the wolf's panties) that the wolf savored every strike. At last the coyote stopped, thirty rough strikes having been taken out of the wolf's hide. Van lay there, eyes wide and breathing heavily through the stifling muzzle.
"And now for the last part of your punishment." Darrius laughed, reaching into his easy chair and pulling up a device he had gotten out of the chest without the wolf's knowledge. At first it looked like a tiny leather harness, or perhaps a cage with leather bars and three tough strings riveted to the base. When Vanamee saw this device he began to cry and shake his head in protest. Clang knew the little wolf hated the object, but had always found a sort of perverse enjoyment out of the control it gave him over the younger canine's pleasure. "That's right." The coyote laughed, "You have to wear the chastity harness!" Vanamee whimpered as the noble reached down and pulled the wolf's panties down until they were stretched over his bound ankles, leaving Van's bare ass exposed to the horny coyote. Clang could clearly see the large, dark puddle in the panties where his slave's drooling cock had soaked them through with pre. The young male whined as his master attached the chastity harness, slipping the cage-like leather piece over the wolf's cock and tying the straps together behind his balls, so as to make him unable to remove it by wiggling. The harness itself would have been useless on most races, as it was designed specifically for canines. It would let the boy's shaft reach full hardness, but wouldn't allow his knot to form.
Darrius looked down at the wolf's taut little ass, spitting onto two of his fingers and unceremoniously plunging them into the slave boy's waiting hole. The lupine let out a loud scream through his muzzle, his tail hiking up further as the noble's fingers slid in all the way up to the knuckle. "Good boy." The coyote comforted him, "Just lift that tail and this will all be over soon." The younger male began to moan now as Clang's fingers wiggled and twisted inside him, rubbing against his "g-spot" for a few moments, trying to tease the wolf and make sure the chastity gear was working. With a note of delight, Darrius saw that the cage was holding, thoroughly preventing the wolf's knot from forming. At last the coyote pulled his fingers out, bringing them up to his muzzle and giving them a lick. He could smell the wolf's submissive scent on them and it made his cock physically ACHE with the desire to breed him. At last he could hold out no longer. And climbed up behind the wolf, teasingly rubbing his hardened cock up and down the younger male's ass, letting him feel the coyote's enormous member as it throbbed with want.
"Now just be a good boy and relax. I promise you... if you struggle I'll just make it hurt worse!" The coyote threatened, leaning down and gently nipping at the back of the black wolf's neck. The young slave trembled beneath him, his fluffy tail hiked up and pressing against the coyote's chest as he hunched over him, his large cock aimed at the wolf's hole. The noble simply held it there, his tip leaking warm pre as the heat from the younger canine's tail hole washed over his shaft. The slave boy let out a needy whimper, trying to push his hips back a little, obviously eager for what was coming. At last the coyote pushed his hips forward, sliding his hard cock into the helpless lupine with a groan of delight. The wolf moaned into his muzzle, the boy's cock throbbing hard against the painfully restricting chastity belt.
The nobleman grunted as he moved his hips back and forth, pushing just a couple of inches of his shaft in, listening with pleasure as his slave let out soft moans at each thrust. Van's hips pressed back against his owner with each thrust, trying desperately to take more than the taunting amount the coyote was giving him. Clang reached out one hand, grabbing hold of the wolf's hair and pulling his head back to a painful looking angle.
"Lay still boy." The Lord ordered, "You'll get no orgasm if you don't stop trying to get more than I want to give you." The boy whimpered, his breaths heavy and deep beneath the muzzle as he gazed up into his master's eyes. The coyote smiled, pleased to see that the boy at last lay still. The noble began to push his hips harder and faster, sliding more and more of his thick shaft into the slave's tight little ass and using his grip on Vanamee's hair as a sort of handlebar. The smaller male screamed out into his muzzle as he Clang's throbbing member began to prod at his prostate.
The coyote's thrusts suddenly became rough, savage almost. The boy let out scream after scream as the coyote slammed himself in and out of the boy's almost burning hot ass, feeling his heavy sac slam into the boy's own smaller one with every thrust. Van's cock was dripping pre onto the side of the ottoman like a leaky faucet and Darrius could clearly see his little knot straining desperately to get out. The coyote's own, much larger knot was already swollen and every instinct he had screamed at him to tie with the slave.
"Do you want your orgasm my plaything?" The coyote whispered into the boy's ear, his knot pressing against the wolf's o-ring, spreading it teasingly. The wolf moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he struggled to keep himself from passing out from the sensation. "Well?" Clang growled, pressing his knot forward a little more and bringing another high pitched moan to his boy's lips. The wolf managed to slow his frantic breathing for a moment, his eyes struggling to focus as he nodded his head weakly. The coyote smiled, reaching down and undoing the strap holding the restricting device on and pulling it off, letting it drop to the floor. "You may orgasm after I have." The coyote told him, his voice still cold and dominant sounding.
With that the noble gave one last push, shoving his swollen knot into the slave's waiting bowels. The lupine let out a scream, his eyes rolling back into his head one more time, obviously struggling with all his might to stay conscious. Darrius had played this game with him before and the slave knew that if he passed out he would receive no orgasm. The coyote gave a few last, short, rough thrusts until he couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned his head down, wrapping his jaws around the wolf's neck and biting down a little to muffle his moan as he came, shooting rope after rope of molten coyote seed into his slave. While he came he reached around with one of his hands, taking hold of the younger male's knot and giving it a couple of strokes. That was all it took and the young canine let out a loud, long moan as he shot his wad onto the side of the ottoman and the floor.
As Vanamee came to, he opened his eyes tentatively. He could feel his master's swollen knot, still lodged in his tail hole and the warmth and weight of the older male on top of him.
"Awake at last I see?" Darrius chuckled, running a loving hand over the boy's head. "Who's Kura?" The young wolf blinked in surprise.
"Wh... what do you mean?" The slave replied, realizing that his master had removed his gag some time while he was out of it.
"You kept saying that name while you were asleep." The coyote explained, "So who is she?"
"She..." The wolf began, hesitating to relate the story to the older male. He had never spoken of her or Edwin to anyone since he had arrived. "She was a slave. One that was captured along with me." The wolf answered at last.
"I see." Darrius thought aloud, "Has she been on your mind a lot lately?" The lupine nodded.
"Yes master." Van spoke, "I... I made a promise to her. To her and another friend."
"Then you must keep it." Clang said with finality, "Never break promises wolf. Especially ones made to friends." The noble pulled his hips back, his somewhat deflated knot slipping out with a wet "plop" noise. Vanamee wiggled about now, noticing that the skillful noble had managed to remove the wolf's cuffs and collar as well. The coyote tossed an old rag that he kept in the room over to the wolf. "Now clean yourself up. You were asleep for nearly an hour and we must get ready for the dinner."
Van pulled himself up, moving his sore limbs about to get some feeling back into them as he cleaned his tail hole with the rag. He put the old, dirty piece of cloth down on the coyote's "toy chest" and got himself dressed quickly. The coyote had already gotten himself ready, looking as prim and proper as ever in a black and white suite very similar to the one the wolf wore. The noble moved over to the window, pushing aside the heavy drapery that he kept up to get his privacy.
"It would seem our guests have begun to arrive." Darrius noted, looking down into the front entrance to the manor. Vanamee walked over and peered out beside him. The front of the estate was walled off with a tall iron fence, with a double gate leading to the long, cobblestone drive that led to the front of the mansion. Outside he could see three carriages coming up the path, each with a team of strong, noble looking horses pulling it.
"Let's not keep them waiting then uncle." Vanamee laughed.
"I say Darrius!" Angelina giggled, waving her white kerchief in front of her face, "He's absolutely charming!" Vanamee smiled, letting go of the large bovine woman's hand that he had just kissed, turning his attention to her husband, Lord Ray Boff, offering his hand to the overweight bull, who gladly took it.
"Agreed." Lord Boff chuckled as he shook the young canine's hand, "And I must add, you are simply the spitting image of your father!" Vanamee fought against the urge to cringe at that comment, forcing himself to stay smiling.
"Thank you Lord Boff," The lupine replied genteelly, gesturing towards the entrance, "Please come in. Dinner is almost ready and will be served as soon as the rest of our guests arrive." The pair started to walk in when Angelina stopped, turning to face the wolf with another of her bubbly giggles, "Oh! I meant to ask," She added pointedly, "I heard that the Empress will be attending tonight! Is that true?"
"Yes." Darrius answered her, putting a hand on his 'nephew's' shoulder, "She will indeed my dear." The bovine gave him a pleased smile in reply, then proceeded inside with her mate.
"Ugh." Vanamee groaned softly as soon as the pair was out of sight. He had spent the last half hour greeting the guests as they arrived. He had lost count around two dozen, but was quite sure that number had at least doubled with the most recent arrivals. "Is this what being noble is like? Standing around and smiling at each other and being so... pretentious?"
"I'm afraid so." Lord Clang answered with a laugh, "But it isn't all bad. The position does have its... benefits." Vanamee sighed, nodding weakly as another carriage approached. "Lord Alphonse's son." Darrius whispered to his young protégé, nudging him slightly with his elbow, "Old military family and relatives of ours. Distant cousins."
"Where's Lord Alphonse?" Vanamee whispered back as the coach's driver slowly brought the vehicle to a stop and hopped off.
"Died recently." Clang answered in a hushed voice. "Real shame. He was one of the few decent nobles left. Even worse, his only Son Zeke inherited everything." The wolf nodded, keeping his eyes glued to the door of the carriage as the driver opened it.
"Lord Zeke Vasa." The driver announced as the door opened, revealing a tall, strong looking husky. A very familiar looking Husky. Lord Vasa stepped down from the stately ride, dressed in a fine grey suit that accentuated his grey and white fur perfectly. On his right hand he wore a series of golden rings, each set with a different and valuable stone. In his other hand he carried a long leash that led back into the carriage. As he got out he gave the leash a tug.
"Come on bitch!" The husky growled fiercely, "I don't want to keep my lost cousin waiting!" After a moment another form stepped out of the carriage, this one much smaller and white furred. The young lupine held his breath to keep from gasping aloud as a young wolfess about his own height stepped out of the carriage behind the husky, her short blonde hair hanging down as she kept her gaze fixated on the ground. Zeke drew his hand back, giving her a hard slap across the face. "Stupid mutt." The noble growled, "Quit looking so damned sad! This is a party!" Vanamee's hands involuntarily balled up into fists. There was the very woman he had seen in his dreams, over and over for three years, in the grasp of the monster who had haunted so many of his nightmares.
Darrius seemed to notice the change in his nephew's attitude and put a hand on the boy's shoulder, giving it a rough squeeze. "It's good to see you again Zeke!" The old Lord Clang greeted, "I'd like you to meet my nephew, Van." The wolf cringed as his fake uncle said that name, hoping against all odds that the husky didn't remember him. Zeke waltzed over as his driver got back on and prepared to park his master's carriage around back with the others. The husky looked just as Vanamee remembered him, that same evil smile on his face as he drug Kura along behind him with the leash.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." Lord Vasa said cheerfully, extending a paw Van. The wolf tentatively took the hand and shook it, but couldn't bring himself to smile at the cruel dog.
"Likewise." The former slave answered coldly. Zeke paused a moment, his face contorting into a look of puzzlement.
"That's odd..." The husky muttered to himself as he looked down at his new 'cousin' "I just had the strangest feeling I've seen you somewhere before."