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Officer Hemlock Larkin trudged home after a long day that had been spent both in the office and in the field. Crime in the capital wasn't especially severe this year but several gangs made a concerted effort to organize and coordinate their efforts. Hemlock suspected foreign interference but, given his humble station within the hierarchy, he wasn't empowered to follow-up on those types concerns.

As a fox who directly served the Deprecian command structure within the armed forces, Hemlock was technically considered a noble. But walked home in the light rain to his modest sized estate, he didn't feel very much like a noble.

Living in the capital, every day Hemlock encountered foxes who were the nations true nobility. Foxes who lived in large, fortress-like mansions. Who had domestic servants for cooking, cleaning, and the like. And who most definitely did not trudge on foot through the rain.

But Officer Larkin didn't mind. He might not be much of a noble but he had everything he needed waiting for him at home. A thought that was reinforced and confirmed as he walked through the front door of his minor estate.

"Master's home, puppies," he called, trying to sound like had more energy left to him than he felt.

From around the corner four sets of scurrying paws could be heard. Moments later four massive wolves came around wearing nothing but their collars, each almost barrelling into each other as well as him in their hurry to greet their master.

Hemlock smiled as they surrounded him, working as a team to help him with his scarf and boots. The wolves were talking over each other in excitement and even Hammer seemed glad to see him.

"Yes, yes, I'm pleased to see you too," the fox praised, petting offered heads, scratching chins, rubbing bellies, and cupping balls. None of the wolves so much as blinked at this -- Not even Hammer. He'd trained them well.

"Master," the dark furred wolf called Shade half growled out. "I thought you were going to get caught in the rain. I heard thunder. You should have let us come fetch you."

"That's kind of you, Shade, but you're not a horse. You're a wolf. As kinky as it would be to see you and your brothers in pony gear, pulling a carriage. A lovely thought, that."

"Shade is right," Midnight agreed, his voice firm even as he disagreed with the smaller fox. "Master shouldn't be walking through a storm."

Hemlock silenced Midnight by shoving three fingers into the wolf's impressive mouth. The packmate immediately began to suckle upon the fingers, as though by reflex. Rather than be annoyed at the oral intrusion, the dark furred wolf's eyes relaxed and became half-lidded in pleasure as he suckled the fox's digits.

Pilling on to what his packmate had expressed Growler yelled out, "Yeah, Master was being an idiot!"

All it took was a single harsh look from the fox to make the pretty wolf snap his mouth shut with a fearful gulp. After that, Growler declined to elaborate further on whatever point he had been about to convey.

"It's not storming yet," Hemlock insisted, returning his focus to Midnight. Then, as if on cue a massive thunder bolt boomed through the air, reverberating through Larkin's manor.

"Now it's storming," the fox followed up, bemused by the timing. For their part, the wolves found their master's flippant attitude regarding his own safety less than amusing.

Taking his hand from the wolf's slurping mouth, as Hemlock attempted to make his way further into the house a strong but gentle paw was placed on his chest, baring his path. This time it was Hammer who insisted that he be heard.

"My brothers are right, Master. You know they're right. We are trained to protect you. We can't do that if --"

The fox silenced Hammer with a kiss, pulling the largest of the wolves' head down against his. With great hesitation, the gray wolf belatedly began to participate, returning his master's kiss. The gray furred wolf showed none of the eagerness that Midnight had but still permitted the vulpine to use and explore his mouth.

Then Hemlock pulled the wolf back so they were looking each other in the eye. Hammer cast his gaze down in a sign of submission. The reaction was instinctual -- The wolf had come to accept who was in charge down into his bones and the very core of his being.

"Hammer, we've discuss this before. You four may be my hand-raised wolf pack, but you're also soldiers in the Deprecian army. You have other things to do than escort me around all day. Such as the tasks that I assign you, which require completion. Speaking of which..."

The fox paused before issuing the command. Looking down, he decided to momentarily entertain himself by playing with the tall wolf's partially aroused shaft. Taking Hammer's cock in hand the officer gave it a few slow but firm pumps. The male's member erected in a hurry which was no surprise. After all, it had been twenty eight days since the soldier had last been permitted release and today was pack relief day. It was only natural for Hammer to be easily excitable.

Pausing just one more moment to admire the the wolf's massive twelve inch pole, Hemlock released it. Hammer's shaft swung left and right like a pendulum before it came to rest against his furred thigh, hot and ready. Hemlock playfully knocked it about a few more times, enjoying the sight of the superb endowment's swinging as it reacted to gravity and momentum.

The fox decided to pause his game when he saw the gray wolf's breathing deepen as his balls pulled up in preparation to discharge their contents. Hemlock watched Hammer get himself back under control as the soldier looked back down at him -- need, obedience, and defiance warring in his eyes.

Cupping the tallest wolf's sack in his graceful hand Officer Larkin demanded, "Who owns these, boy?"

With only the barest of hesitations Hammer answered back, "You do, master." The wolf sounded resigned but not resentful. He spoke as if he were simply stating a fact that he had come to accept many months ago.

Picking up where he'd left off the officer released his grip and addressed the room barking, "Soldiers, fall in!"

In a flash the highly trained warriors lined up in a row a few feet in front of their master, standing at attention, arms crossed behind their backs. Well practiced at this, each stared out directly ahead rather than stare at their vulpine master.

Four muscular, powerful, naked wolves, two of which had erections: Hammer and Midnight. Hammer because he'd been played with and Midnight because he'd responded to being made to suck on master's fingers. Both of these were natural reactions after nearly a month of abstinence.

"I can see that my pack has a lot of pent up energy today. Pent up energy that's fueling strong opinions and misdirected aggression. Perhaps that's only to be expected, given what today is. Pack relief day."

Upon hearing those words, the two wolves who hadn't already erected immediately began to firm up. It was practically a pavlovian response by this point. Hemlock could tell that all four males were paying attention now, hanging on his every word.

"As you are well aware by this point, pack relief day is a special day here on my estate. This is the day when you four reaffirm the bonds of brotherhood. Where you once more commit yourself to your pack. This is the day where you let your brothers know that you'll look out for them. That you'll protect them. That you'll take care of them. And that you accept them -- Completely and unreservedly."

As the officer spoke he walked in a line in front of the excited, eager wolves. The fox paced a parallel, unhurried path as he sought to convey the gravity of the monthly ritual.

"Once a month the pack gathers together -- balls full and maws hungry -- to rededicate themselves. And because of the intimate, private nature of the ceremony the pack relief ritual is done in a quiet, isolated, special place. A room each of you knows well. A space where you can show your brothers your need and where they can show you theirs in turn. No judgment. Only service."

Officer Larkin stopped his pacing and turned to more directly address the pack. As he faced them, he suppress a smile. All four erections were straining now. Twitching -- practically vibrating -- in their shared need for relief.

Addressing the wolves left to right, Hemlock began with the smallest of the four. Growler.

"Growler. Present."

The tan-red furred wolf stepped up and out of line before widening his stance and pushing out his hips so that his arousal was prominent and on display. At the same time, the wolf moved his hands from behind his back to instead be cupped behind his head, to better show off his impressive arm muscles.

"Master! This wolf serves at your pleasure!"

This time the fox did smile, in pleased acceptance of the wolf's submission.

"Growler, have you remained loyal to the Deprecian nation?"

"Master, I have, master!"

"Have you remained loyal to your wolf brothers?"

"Master, I have, master!"

"Have you remained loyal to me, your reporting officer and master?"

"Master, I have, master!"

"And are you prepared to accept your brothers on this pack relief day? To comfort them. To love them. And to receive what they have to give, even as you give back in turn?"

Upon hearing these words Growler's erection flexed and spewed a fresh bead of precum that stretched thin and low until it dropped to the floor. The wolf made no effort to hide his excitement of what was to come.

"Master, I am, master! I give myself over to the pack, wholly and unreservedly!"

"Then, as your master, I accept your submission. You may step back into line."

Knowing this ritual by heart now, Growler didn't say another word as he saluted sharply and stepped back into line alongside his fellow packmates. The wolf's eleven inch member continued to noticeably quiver as it soundlessly competed with its brothers' rods in rigidity and anticipation.

At which point the ritual repeated for the other three wolves as Hemlock worked down the line. In turn Shade, Hammer, and then finally Midnight repeated identical oaths of loyalty and dedication.

Before continuing on, the fox whispered a magical command word. Somewhere in the house, a door quietly unlocked.

"My loyal wolf pack, I accept your vows and in recognization of your loyalty I've opened the ritual chamber. Remember that once you enter you are not to speak until the pack relief ceremony is complete. And also remember that what happens in that room is not to be spoken of to others or addressed in public. As before, you will enter the chamber as four individuals but will emerge as a single pack, born anew."

"From four comes one," the wolves intoned in unison, their powerful voices resonating together. They were all breathing heavy now. Their month of need was almost at an end. The packmates did their best not to fidget in place as their ears strained in anticipation of what they knew would be their vulpine master's next words.

"You are dismissed, soldiers. Enjoy your relief day."

In a rushed scramble the four wolves broke out in a run, four sets of plump balls silently urging them onward -- to hurry. As they ran their impressive cocks and balls swung back and forth in time with the rhythm of their footfalls. In the span of a few seconds the pack disappeared around the corner.

Chuckling to himself at the less than dignified sight, Hemlock waited until he heard a door slam from somewhere deep inside the manor. Then he whispered a different word which locked the ceremony room door behind them.

Finally the fox allowed himself to groan and stretch. As he did he muttered darkly under his breath.

"Four perpetually horny wolves. What was I thinking? It's too much testosterone for one fox to manage."

But in truth Larkin didn't regret his choices in the slightest. Each and every day he was pleased and excited to see and interact with his wolf pack. And since he kept them naked while they were home -- aside from their collars -- he knew for a fact that the four males were also pleased and excited to see him. And this was never truer than on pack release days.

Before heading towards the ritual chamber, the officer stopped by the kitchen to pour two glasses of wine. Then, while the fox initially headed right towards the relief day chamber door, at the last second he took a small detour to open and step into a secret side room. A room that none of the wolves knew existed.

Inside the secret room Commander Turrin was already waiting. Larkin offered him a glass of wine. The other fox took it with a grateful nod of the head.

"Waiting long, sir?"

"Not at all. Just a few minutes," Commander Turrin said, his eyes drawn towards the activity playing out before him. The commander was slightly taller than Hemlock and his fur was darker with plenty of gray mixed which betrayed his more advanced age. "Thank you again for giving me access to your manor's secret entrance. I take it as a sign of trust that you shared this with me. I won't forget that."

Shutting the door to the secret passage behind him the officer replied, "Think nothing of it, sir. Unlike the larger estates, the secret of my manor's escape route is not nearly as sensitive, as far information goes. It just exits towards the back of the house is all. Really, I should be thanking you. I know you've expressed interest in my wolves in the past and I'm pleased that you were able to visit during their pack relief day."

Commander Turrin smiled and nodded towards the mostly transparent wall which permitted the two foxes to see into the well lit ritual room.

"Yes, I see they're getting started. I'm I correct in intuiting that they can't see or hear us?"

On the other side of the wall the four wolves wordlessly greeted each other, their hands and tongues doing what their voices could not. The foxes watched as Midnight pulled Shade into a deep kiss. Meanwhile, Hammer pressed his erection against Growler's in a display that was part playful, part establishing dominance. When the tan-red wolf tried to pull away, Hammer pulled him closer still, frotting their packages together as he gently bit the shorter wolf's shoulder. Giving in, Growler licked the gray wolf's chin and lips to show his goodwill and respect.

"You are, yes sir. These bricks only allows light through in one direction and the ritual room has been magically warded to be soundproof. The pack does not know of this observation room and they're unaware that their private relief days aren't so private after all. I prefer it this way because they behave more honestly when they don't realize they're performing for me. You see Growler's blush? He's enjoying Hammer's unabashed gloating. This interaction would never occur if they knew I was watching."

The older fox chuckled before sipping from his wine.

"Remarkable. I didn't know you were such a voyeur, Officer Larkin. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I find myself very much looking forward to the promised show. You say you only allow them release once a month?"

"Just so. Any longer and the intense sexual frustration would begin to impact their productivity. Any shorter and they wouldn't be nearly as eager to avoid punishments and corrections, since almost all of my punishments include a component of pack relief day postponement. I've found that a month between orgasms is the 'sweet spot', as it were. Though poor unit discipline has pushed that as far out as two months at times in the past."

As the officer and commander continued to converse, the pack continued to touch and kiss one another, each giving affection and getting it returned. With their owners standing in a tight circle four erections touched, rubbed, and swatted against one another. Precum was flowing freely now but the wolves were too involved in exchanging tongues to notice.

"And how do you know that none of your boys are sneaking in relief on the side? Chastity cages?"

"My wolves are too clever for chastity cages, none of which are totally tamper proof. Instead, I make no overt effort to prevent them from cumming. Instead I use wards inscribed on their collars. When they orgasm, the runes in the collars turns red for that individual. And since I'm the only one who can turn the runes back off..."

Commander Turrin grinned. "Any wolf who approaches you with an activated collar and their tail between their legs has been up to something naughty."

"Correct. And then it's just a matter a reinforcing discipline. Unapproved orgasms receive some of the harshest punishment I doll out. And the entire pack pays the price, rather than just the individual."

"Delightful. Tell me, what are they doing now? They seem to be settling themselves onto inter-connected bunks?"

'Foreplay' complete, the soldiers had made their way deeper into the room and appeared to be in the midst of selecting which of the four padded bunks they would lay prone on.

"That's exactly right. Allow me to walk you through the basics. The purpose of the pack relief ritual is to foster and renew unity cohesion. To enable this, the wolves are forbidden from engaging in any form of self relief. They don't masturbate, they don't play with themselves, and they certain don't bring themselves to climax. This means that they must rely on one another to achieve sexual release. A process that only occurs once a month, generally speaking."

"The meaning of 'pack relief' becomes clearer. It's the opposite of individual relief."

"Yes, 'pack relief day' is an important day around these parts. By week two of their abstinence, the wolves are already more than ready for it. By week four, they're quite eager. And in this case, eager is just another word for desperate."

"I can imagine. But it appears the connected bunks are in a non-standard configuration. Can you explain-- Nevermind, I see it now. The bunks are arranged so that the head of each bunk aligns with the crotch area of an adjacent bunk. And now that the wolves are getting into position, I can see that two of the wolves are laying on their backs while the other two are laying on their stomachs."

"Precisely. To facilitate group bonding, the bunks within the ritual room are designed to allow the four wolves to form a circle without crushing one another with their weight. Because of the open nature of the bunks, each wolf has access to one of their brother's eager, needy cocks. The bunks ensure that muzzle aligns perfectly with crotch. Each of the four must do their part in taking care of their brothers' needs."

"How do they determine who goes where? Surely they have some degree of preference regarding which cock they'll be fellating."

"I leave it up to them to determine who goes where. Though, they have to figure it out without discussion as talking isn't allowed in the ritual room. I don't care about the arrangement as long as each wolf fully participates. Not participating is not an option."

Having settled into their respective positions on the inter-connected bunks, the packmates didn't delay in getting to work.

Each wolf opened their mouth to accept and take in the full erection waiting before it. For two of the wolves that meant simply opening their muzzle and allowing the dangling, dripping meat to slip into their mouth as gravity did the majority of the work for them. For the other two wolves who were laying on their stomachs rather than their backs, they used their hands to hold their brothers' cocks upright as they pushed their heads down, their lips stretching wide as they accepted what was offered.

No member of the pack looked ashamed or embarrassed. This was what was required of them and they had long grown comfortable in accepting responsibility for one another. To resist this was to bring pain and punishment down upon the pack. To give in and submit was to provide desperately needed relief to their brother as well as themselves.

Hidden and unseen on the other side of the wall, Larkin and Turrin sipped deeply of their wine as the brothers drank in a very different sort of flavor. A taste of musky and salt and sweet and need. The familiar flavor of their fellow soldier's need in the time before subtle flavors gave way to the rich and overpowering tones of long awaited orgasm.

But pack relief day wasn't only a symphony of taste and flavor. The hard-walled room was filled with the reverberating echos of grunts, moans, groans, and needful sighs. Each brother lent their voice to the choir of the chaste as they prepared to once more forsake their temperance together, having already received their fox master's blessing to give freely of themselves once the time was right. And that time was fast approaching.

"Beautiful. Each wolf is being fed. And each wolf is feeding. Meat appears to be the only item on today's menu."

"It's a splendid sight. Once a month I pour myself a glass of wine and settle in to enjoy watching as the pack relieves each others tension. I find that my own tensions melt away as they build each other up to the grand finale."

"I can't imagine they'll last long given the extended abstinence. Please don't take this the wrong way, but that doesn't seem like it would make for a very satisfying show."

"This is hardly their first pack relief day. As such, they know to wait for the gong to sound which indicates that their collars have been temporarily deactivated. And they've been conditioned not to think of this as the time that they'll selfishly get their rocks off but rather the time that they spend taking care of their brother. And this kind of brotherly love shouldn't be -- and can't be -- rushed. Unless they're willing to bring punishment down on the entire pack, of course."

"Ahh, now I see how careful they're being with one another. An interesting balance to strike: Providing enough pleasure to scratch their packmate's itch without going so far as to risk a premature ejaculation. How long must they maintain this delicate equilibrium before the gong sounds?"

"I've had it enchanted to sound out at a random time somewhere between forty-five minutes and two hours. That seems to be the ideal duration for allowing my boys to get into a service-minded and pack-focused headspace. Of course, I can always manually override the randomly determined duration using a command phrase."

The commander thought on this a moment as he drummed his fingers on his own leg in a barely perceptible sign of impatience. Wetting his throat with another drink of wine, the older fox spoke addressed his subordinate.

"Might I suggest you consider a shorter duration for today? I'd love to watch the finale but I'm afraid I haven't quite got the patience to watch four wolves sword-swallow each other for two full hours. Though, I do hate coming in and interfering with business as usual."

"Certainly. It's no problem," Hemlock replied smoothly, hiding his annoyance. In truth he looked forward to pack relief day almost as much as his wolves did and it ruffled his fur to have it be not only interrupted but also cut short. Then again, this was the Commander he was dealing with. Special considerations must be allowed for. Particularly when his instincts told him that his superior had a specific and important reason for his visit. "My wolves can have a full two hours to play with each other next time."

"That will give us, what? Another thirty minutes to converse until your boys pop?"

"Just about, yes," the officer agreed, trying not to smile at the word 'pop'.

The word made him think of uncorked champaign bottles spewing pressured foam. And considering how plentiful his boys tended to be after a month without, the mental image was fairly on the money. Hemlock knew that he wouldn't want to have to drink from one of his pets after four weeks of strict cum control.

"Excellent. In that case, there's an important matter I wish to discuss with you before I leave. But prior to that... Perhaps you wouldn't mind a little information on each of your wolves? As erotic as it is watching them suckle and service one another, I feel the experience would be even more enjoyable if I knew something about them."

"Of course. How silly of me to not volunteer that information earlier. Any particular one you'd like to start with? From there we can go around counter-clockwise, so I'll tell you about a wolf and then I'll tell you about the wolf who's sucking that particular wolf's cock."

"Let's start with that large wolf in the back. I can see that he's impressively endowed. I've also noticed signs of dissatisfaction in his body language."

Hammer was laying on his back on the bunk furthest from the invisible 'window'. The gray wolf's powerful muscles twitched and quivered as he forced himself to hold back while his hands gripped the edge of the cot as though he were bracing for an earthquake. Like his brothers his lips were spread wide around the shaft spearing his mouth as he licked and sucked. But unlike the other members of his pack who had fallen into an almost meditation-like state of mind, the huge wolf's eyes were open and glaring, a look of determination chiseled into his indignant face.

These were not the eyes of a wolf who was tranquil or at peace. They were the eyes of a wolf on a mission and who was determined to succeed at that mission no matter the cost. The eyes spoke of commitment and confusion and guilt. And most of all, of need. Of need and the tremendous shame that came with that need.

"Yes, that's Hammer, the newest addition to the pack. As you've noted, he's the largest of my wolves and he's hung like a beast -- two elements that factored prominently in my decision to have him assigned to my team. He's also our resident straight boy. Of the four wolves, he's the only one that doesn't experience any same-sex attraction."

"And yet, here he lays with an excited wolf cock pressed into his mouth. That must be challenging for him," Commander Turrin remarked, his voice rich with irony and understatement.

"Indeed. I'll admit that his sexuality made initial integration into the pack problematic. He's not only undoubtably heterosexual but in addition to that he was unfortunately raised with some very backwards ways of thinking. The word 'homophobic' comes to mind. To be candid, at the beginning he was openly hostile to the idea of taking care of his brothers, or having them take care of him. And he absolutely hated the idea of pleasing me or other male foxes."

"I'd bet. But here he is, seemingly content to suckle on his packmate's copiously precumming arousal, gentle as a gelded horse. So how did you manage it?"

"I'll spare you the details, but it took some doing. Months of effort and an increasingly severe repetition of previous lessons. Mostly this took the form of group punishment. Everytime Hammer resisted an order or demonstrated an unconstructive attitude, the entire pack suffered. While the other three might have been patient with his strongly held beliefs at the beginning, eventually they grew weary of the constant needless suffering he was bringing down on the group and... Well, the collective will of the pack asserted itself. Standards of behavior were... agreed upon. Discipline was enforced. And Hammer learned to get with the program."

"And where do things stand now, with Hammer?"

"He now understands that neither I nor the pack are attempting to alter his sexuality. Honestly, I don't care that he's straight. It's a non-issue and not relevant to his role or responsibilities serving under me. He serves other males because that's what he's been instructed to do and because the pack requires it of him. By this point, he's made his peace with his circumstances and understands that his individual sexuality is immaterial to the topic of obeying his master's orders."

"I'm glad to hear that things worked out. Though, I will note that the straight boy doesn't look totally 'at peace' with what's happening between his jaws. And... Apologies for the rude question but... Do you fuck him?"

"I don't take it as a rude question. After all, I invited you here to witness this, sir, and I'm pleased you took me up on my offer. To answer your question, I fuck all my wolves. Often too, and in a great many positions. Variety is the spice of life. They exist to protect me and to see to my needs. I particularly enjoy fucking Hammer in front of windows or down dark alleyways where others might see. He gets so flustered at the idea that other wolves might witness him being used. Especially when he can't help but grow erect during my use of him due in part to the long stretches of abstinence. It's really rather cute."

"Thank you for indulging my curiosity, Officer Larkin. Shall we move on to the next wolf?"

"By all means. To Hammer's left -- and the wolf which is doing their best to handle his large arousal -- is Shade. There's not too much to say about Shade. He's loyal, loving, and he fully accepts me as his master. He's also the kindest of my wolves and gets along well with all three of his brothers. And while none of my boys are small in the cock department, he's the least endowed of the four -- Which Hammer never lets him forget. He also happens to be the only bisexual pack member."

"Interesting. Well, I can see nothing wrong with the wolf and he certainly seems to be doing his best to take care of Hammer. But I have to ask, if he's a bit unremarkable, how did he earn a place amongst your team?"

"If you would be so kind as to indulge me, might I answer that question later on during the introductions process? I suspect you'll find the answer worth the wait."

At that, the commander's eyebrow raised in genuine interest as he briefly turned his head away from the adjacent room.

"Really now? Now I find myself filled with anticipation. Very well, please continue. Who is servicing Shade?"

"That would be Growler. In terms of build and height, he's the smallest of the four. But in my opinion he's also the prettiest and his tan-red fur is soft and lovely against your body -- especially when you're fucking him up against a wall."

"I can imagine. And as an aside, that is one of my favorite positions to take wolf. Do you recall the time you and I took turns on that delivery boy?"

"Of course, sir. We mistook him for one of the new wolf recruits and the lad was too nervous to correct us. We must have bred him for two hours before he worked up the nerve to ask us to sign for the package."

"Yes, the boy had a fantastic ass. Untapped potential. Well, until we tapped it that is. I sent him on his way with a generous tip and official induction orders."

"Really now?" Hemlock asked. "I don't recall seeing him around again after that."

"I had him sent up to Central Intelligence. Quite the honor for a lowborn wolf like him. As one of a handful wolves working out of that site, I understand the young man has become very popular at CI. I suppose that will happen when you're outnumbered by foxes forty-to-one."

"And the boy is happy there?"

"If he wasn't happy to start with, I'm sure he is now. Some of our best 'breakers' work out of that site. Let me put it this way: I'd be shocked if his tail doesn't wag like a puppy on winter holiday whenever a fox summons him into their office."

"A joyous story for all involved, then. And thank you for the tip. I'll have to come up with an excuse to drop by Central Intelligence one of these days."

"Play your cards right and you won't need an excuse to be at Central Intelligence, Officer Larkin."

The younger fox froze in genuine surprise at that. Promotions to Central Intelligence were rarer than equine tourists. Hemlock shot the commander an eager, questioning look.

"Ahh, I'm getting ahead of myself," the graying fox murmured apologetically even as his eyes twinkled mischievously. "Let's leave that topic aside for the moment. Though as a finale note, I must say that I enjoy my visits over to Central Intelligence much more now. Anyway, back to the matter at hand: I note that Growler is not small all over."

"Indeed," the officer answered, forcing his mind to temporarily pivot away from the dangled treasure of potential promotion. "In that department, he's second only to Hammer -- Eleven inches compared to Hammer's twelve. He also has the biggest attitude of any of my wolves. He loves dancing on the line between sassy and disrespectful, but it's mostly just a front. When I get Growler alone, he's practically gagging to be topped and dominated. Nothing turns him on quite as much as being put in his place, especially by a smaller male. Dirty talk in particular gets him going. His deepest, darkest secret is that he craves humiliation -- Which I'm happy to provide in frequent and substantial doses."

"A secret subby bitch, is he?"

"A total slut, yes. Somewhat similar to Hammer in that he hates the idea of his fellow wolves finding out. This has led to some lovely blackmail and extortion opportunities. I once gave him a choice: Suck off an entire stable of stallions or I'd show his family a memory crystal of the time he begged a relative of mine to fuck him. Growler still keeps in contact with them, you see."

The commander nodded at this but said nothing. Hemlock pressed on with his explanation.

"The memory crystal is especially damning because my family member is young, petite, and a bit frail. Despite this, Growler manages to cum hand-free as my relative tops him while whispering in his ear as he yanks back on the wolf's collar. Of course, I supplied the words that I knew would help push Growler over the edge. I don't think my puppy was expecting an eighteen year old to say such graphic, demeaning things to him."

"So, if his extended family got ahold of this memory crystal they would immediately see Growler for the boot-licking bottom he is. Not very compatible with traditional wolven pride, is it? They might file a formal petition to disown him. So, what was the secret-sub's decision?"

"Having little choice in the matter and seeing no good alternatives, Growler sucked off fifteen horse cocks that day. No breaks or rests in between. He was a wet mess he was by the end. But I kept my word. Neither his pack brothers nor his family are aware of how far he's fallen. Or rather, how far down I've taken him."

"...I'm assuming you had that event recorded as well?" Commander Turrin inquired, a clear note of desire evident in his voice.

"Naturally. Though I haven't informed Growler of this fact yet. I'm keeping the memory crystal in reserve for when I finally bump into his limits. So far the wolf hasn't balked at much -- including being loaned out to my friends and fellow officers -- but I'm sure one day I'll order him to do something that even his tarnished pride can't swallow. And then I'll produce the memory crystal and help him to understand that he has no choice but to swallow it, because that's what I want him to do. Unless he wants his family to find out that he's a rutting-toy for horses. Imagine the scandal if his family's friends and neighbors found out?"

"Sounds like Growler has a promising career ahead of him. Not many wolves would be willing to get on their knees and suck off a lowly stallion -- much less a stable full. It certainly demonstrates a strong sense of... dedication on his part. For you and for our nation. ...I don't suppose I could get a duplicate of that memory crystal? Not for redistribution. Merely my own private use."

"Of course, Commander. You've been a trusted mentor for me and I have complete faith in you and your discretion," Hemlock proclaimed even as he worried that he might be taking this unsubtle ass-kissing a touch too far. There was such a thing as being seen as TOO desperate for a promotion. "I'll have a trusted currier deliver you a magically sealed copy. The unsealing phrase will be, 'Growler's Big Meal'. I believe you'll find that the phrase is fitting for the subject matter contained therein."

"Delightful. I will treasure the gift -- Just as I treasure your trust. And with that said, I believe we're on to the fourth and final wolf?"

"His name is Midnight and his innermost secret is that he's in love."

"Really now? Intriguing. Please, do go on."

"While ostensibly none of the brothers are above or below the others, when I'm not around Midnight serves as my proxy. He ensures that my orders are carried out and that my will is done. But just as important, he's intelligent enough to understand when my orders should be bent or temporarily suspended. Midnight is largely the reason why my team's track record is as impressive as it is. His judgment and tactics are unimpeachable and my expectations of him are likewise quite high."

"He's your right-hand man, then?"

"It's as you say, commander. He is the cornerstone of my squad. Which is why I can never tell him that Shade is his brother."

"Oh. Oh my. I'm assuming you don't just mean pack brother, in this context?"

"Indeed. Shade and Midnight are full blood brothers -- Though neither of them are aware. Midnight was born first and was put up for adoption soon after. Subsequently and four years later their mother moved to another district and then gave birth again, this time to Shade who also went through the adoption system. The same male involved in both pregnancies so they share a father as well. I discovered these facts while I was putting together my team and decided to bring the two brothers together as packmates. For mostly self-indulgent reasons, I'll confess."

"So then... They...? Together?"

"All the wolves serve equally in that regard. And yes, while it just so happens that neither Midnight nor Shade are servicing each other during this pack relief session, they've been paired together plenty of times before. And a great deal more besides, as this room does not represent the totality of their sexual service."

"Remarkable. And now that you've mentioned it, I can see a slight familial resemblance between the two. Mostly in the face and the shade of their dark fur."

"Further complicating matters -- and totally unexpected by me -- over the last several months I've realize that Midnight has fallen in love with Shade. Don't get me wrong, the wolf hasn't confessed this. I'm not even sure that he's fully aware of this development himself. But the signs are there. The looks. The lingering touches. Kisses between them that go long and which grow wild with passion. Yes, Midnight is thoroughly head-over-heels in love with his brother."

"That's... quite the predicament. And how does Shade feel about this?"

"That's less clear. He's not stupid -- He has noticed Midnight's attentions and desire. But while it's apparent that he appreciates his pack brother's affection, I can't tell if the feelings are reciprocated or if Shade realizes just how deep Midnight's feelings go."

"Do you plan on intervening any? I don't mean to pass judgment here, but you are the one who put these two blood brothers in this situation. You are directly responsible not only for their incestious couplings but from the deep, unbrotherly love that might emerge from it."

"I'll only step in if the situation starts harming unit cohesion. Apart from that, I'm content to refrain from interfering, to let Midnight and Shade discover and explore their feelings for each other."

"So then you plan on continue keeping their blood-relationship to each other a secret?"

"As I said, I'm content to refrain from interfering. They are adults who are free to make up their own minds in this area of their lives."

"What a devious vulpine you are, Officer Larkin. A fox after my own heart, I now realize. I deduce that you've heard of the identical twins serving as my personal bodyguards?"

"I have, sir. They're why I felt comfortable sharing the 'unique dynamic' between Shade and Midnight."

"Most appreciated. Though, unlike your boys my two wolves are only too aware of their fraternal relationship. Prior to me acquiring them, they hadn't so much as stroked each off in the shower. It took some convincing to get them engage in passionate lovemaking for my gratification. But their days of faux-pride and moral outrage are well behind them. Nowadays they're more than happy to tease and tantalize each other for my pleasure."

"I've heard you've gotten them trained well enough to put on shows at luxurious dinner parties."

"Yes, the twins have become skilled at performing in public exhibitions. But we're not here to talk about me or my boys. Today, we're here to talk about you."

"Yes, commander. I'm at your service. I understand that you might have need of my skills?"

Hemlock found himself enjoying the notion that he and his boss were going to discuss work with his wolves engaging in a four-way blowjob mere feet away. His blue-balled boys really were putting on quite the show. Unknowingly, of course.

"I've been assigned a task. A very important task. I need to apprehend a horse -- Alive and unharmed. In preparation for this task I've reviewed all agents track records and I found that you and your team are unparalleled when it comes to capturing runaways. You almost always bring them in unharmed. Only a few scrapes or bruises, no broken bones, and always alive. An impressive record of success, I must admit."

"Is that what we're dealing with here, sir? A runaway?"

"...Not quite. This particular horse is to be brought in for the investiture ceremony."

"This is to be Prince Marcus' horse?" Hemlock commented, the puzzle pieces falling into place. "I see. Now I understand why this is such a sensitive matter."

"Then it's also important that you understand this: The High Lord himself has tasked me with bringing in the prince's stallion. In turn, I am tapping you to lead the team which will secure the asset. I'm sure I don't have to explain to you how important it is to both of our futures that this operation go smoothly, Officer Larkin?"

"I appreciate the gravity of the situation, commander. I will not fail you -- I give you my word of honor."

"Do this for me, Hemlock, and I will see to it that you are promoted to Central Intelligence. But fail me and... Well, I don't have to explain the cost of failure for a mission as important as this one, do I?"

The fox wasn't stupid. He saw both the carrot and the stick. If he made Commander Turrin look good, his superior would see to it that he was handsomely rewarded. Whereas failure would likely result in a fate worse than death. Hemlock shuddered to think about what failure would mean for him and his adopted wolf 'family'. The fox didn't plan on finding out.

"You do not, sir. I understand completely and I will not fail you. Your faith in me is justified, Commander Turrin."

Commander Turrin placed a hand on Larkin's shoulder and squeezed. The pressure the older man exerted through his grip was tough a hair too strong to be considered comforting.

"Excellent. I have every confidence in you."

As if on cue the gong sounded in the adjacent room.

Moments later the volume of the groans spiked as the wolves brought each other to simultaneous climaxes. Mouths moved and throats gulped as Growler fed Midnight who fed Hammer who fed Shade who fed Growler. Cum flowed freely as packmates fulfilled their duty to one another, gulping and swallowing as they experienced both sides of performing a blowjob at the same time.

Even Hammer swallowed hungrily, swept up in the heat of the moment as long repressed urges tore through him like an avalanche of raw need. The huge wolf's hips quivered in an undignified way as he shuddered and swallowed his way through his own orgasm.

Pack relief day had arrived and there was no such thing as a reserved or refined way to participate. Instead the wolves gave into depravity as the cum-blasted their brothers' throats with thick wads of pent up protein.

Even as they swallowed, the wolves moaned through and around their fellow soldier's forcefully spewing shafts. The reason they had to keep swallowing was simple: The balls and prostate of the wolf they were tending to kept producing -- Just as their own member seemed reluctant to call it quits.

All said it took the better part of a minute before throating, groaning, and whimpering was replaced by the softer sounds of panting and heavy breathing.

"A lovely spectacle. Their throats seem to be working for a longer than I might have guessed."

"After a month, they have much brotherly affection to share with one another. The gong will sound again in five minutes which is the signal that the ceremony is complete and that they may stand up from their bunks. This gives them ample time to enjoy the afterglow in a relaxed, unhurried manner. Also, it's considered polite to use this time to gently clean their partner's wilting shaft of seed. The key word being 'gently' given how hyper-sensitive they are at this phase."

As trained, not a single one of the wolves got up or moved as their racing blood pressure slowly came back under control. While Hammer looked ready to stand up and call the ceremony finished, Shade held him firmly in place with an iron grip at the base of his package. The pack was done with allowing the strongest among to bring group punishment down on the pack's collective head.

"This proved rather exciting. Perhaps I should switch the twins to a monthly release schedule. They've been getting a bit too comfortable with their weekly releases."

"I highly recommend it for wolf pets, sir. I've found that a pair of blue-balls make for a constant reminder as to their station in society. I dread to think about how frayed team cohesion and discipline would become if I let my boys get off as frequently as once a week."

"I'll take that under advisement. Perhaps I'll begin with a three month long trial period, just to try it out. But now that the show is over, I really must be on my way."

"Are you sure that I can't convince you stay the night, commander? It is raining and I've already had a room prepared for you. And it was my intention to invite you to select a companion for the night, from among my wolf pack."

"...Really now?" the older fox said, caught off guard by the truly thoughtful gift. "Well... It would feel ungracious of me to decline such a generous offer. You say you're comfortable with me picking any of the four?'

"Of course, sir. Each has been thoroughly trained in the art of servicing fox nobles. My soldiers understand that they can and will be called upon to use their bodies to pleasure their betters. And none of my boys would dare embarrass me by offering less than their very best."

"And if I requested Hammer?"

"Then it would be his honor to see to your needs, sir. Should he be your choice, he will not disappoint you."

The commander peered directly at Hammer through the one-way window as the gray wolf waited with growing impatience to take Midnight's now limp cock out of his mouth. Hemlock wondered just how much greater Hammer's impatience would be if the wolf knew that he had a brother-fucker's incestious cock in his mouth.

"My request of him might prove non-traditional and a touch challenging. Is he available for milking? Or, allow me to rephrase. Is he available for an extended, incredibly thorough milking session?"

"He is, sir. I'm sure you'll be pleased with his performance. Though, if you plan on continuing to milk him past his point of... shall we say 'productivity', might I suggest restraining him to the bed? Even the most respectful of wolves might grow resistant to the idea of supplying additional loads they earnestly believe they don't have in them. You'll find all the supplies you need in a box in the closet. Cuffs, rope, lube, and other items of potential interest. And should he go flaccid on you before your interest wanes, there's even a cream to bring his member back to full rigidity."

"I must say, I'm impressed. Your reputation for being prepared for all contingencies is well deserved. Just the type of mindset we need more of up in Central Intelligence, I'd wager. And I know that you will bring this same attention to detail into the upcoming mission."

"You can count on that, sir."

"Wonderful. In that case, please have a servant escort me to my room. And have Hammer brought up in half an hour. In addition, I respectfully request that some fresh coffee be brewed and delivered alongside the wolf. I suspect this will be a long night for me. I won't be going to bed until I'm convinced that the impressively hung straight boy has given up every drop he has to offer. Such thorough milking could take four, five, even six hours. Perhaps longer, if I don't like his attitude."

Hemlock knew it was time to prove that he too understood his place in the noble hierarchy. As he opened his mouth to speak again, he knelt down on the ground in a subservient position, head bowed towards his social superior.

"Please enjoy him with my compliments, commander. I'll have coffee and the wolf brought up, per your request. I'll also drop off a fresh memory crystal and recording artifact, should you wish to create a visual recording of just how productive Hammer was, for your private records."

Commander Turrin acknowledged the officer's show of deference through an inflection of his voice as he answered with, "Most generous of you, Hemlock. We'll speak again tomorrow and I'll have the mission details forwarded your way in the near future. Based on what I've seen and heard today, I see a bright career ahead of you. Have a good evening, officer."

Not hearing the words that indicated that he could rise from the traditional pose of devotion, Hemlocks ear fluttered in confusion as he continued to kneel.

"And a good evening to you as well, commander. All hail Deprecia," the fox offered, hoping that his commander had merely momentarily forgotten the steps to this traditional dance.

"All hail Deprecia," the older fox repeated before unzipping his pants. An erect vulpine shaft proceeded to tumble out whereupon it bounced and ignobly came to rest on Hemlock's nose.

Shame burned through the subordinate. He'd heard rumors that this exceptionally rare practice was beginning to come back into fashion within the capital. Apparently the High Lord himself had begun insisting that visiting aristocrats pay homage to the crown by kissing his royal member.

And now Turrin expected the same of him.

Pushing away the shame and anger, Larkin forced himself to move as he gently -- and oh so carefully -- brought his lips up towards the tip of the offered member. With a feather-light touch, he kissed the aroused crown of the commander's penis. Then he proclaimed the ancient words of compliance.

"My lord, through my service to you I in turn serve the empire."

Commander Turrin smiled as his erection throbbed and wobbled. The kneeling fox realized the bastard was enjoying every second of this purposeful torment.

"Then arise, loyal subject, and do good works in my name," the other male said even as he 'accidently' rubbed a streak of precum across Hemlock's lips.

The officer allowed himself to stand as the elder fox returned his member to his pants. Hemlock was grateful that his composure hadn't cracked. And at least now it was clear to him how Turrin viewed their relationship. With that one act he realized that the man did not intend to raise an ally into Central Intelligence. Rather, the commander intended to install a subordinate within those hallowed halls. An obedient lacky.

The fox just prayed that the other man remained content to only make use of his wolves because the unwritten rules of Deprecian nobility appeared to be shifting yet again.

"There's no need to fret," the noble said as though he could read Hemlock's mind. "You'll discover that I'm quite committed to rewarding obedience. I knew that you coveted the Central Intelligence position. Just as I know that you long for a larger and more prestigious home. And I know of things your secret heart desires that you haven't even realized you want yet. Serve me well and all this can be yours, Hemlock. A mind as sharp as yours shouldn't be wasted on trivial pursuits, yes?"

Bowing his head while giving the Deprecian salute the officer replied, "I remain your humble servant, Commander."

Even as he spoke the words he tasted the older fox's flavor on his lips. His instincts told him that obedience would be not be simple or easy. But his true concern was that obedience might be the only way to survive the coming tumult. No dynasty lasted forever and the scent of change was in the air.

Down every path lay great danger and he had to look out for his wolfpack. His boys relied on him to protect them.

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Later That Same Evening

Commander Turrin and Hammer had already "settled in" for the evening and the gagged, bound, and annoyed straight boy had been made to understand his singular job for the rest of the evening: To keep producing. No holding back. No excuses.

Under normal circumstances the wolf might be thrilled to get off more than a single time in a month. But the fox was reasonably confident that by the time he was permitted to sleep Hammer wouldn't be appreciative of all the extra attention that had been directed towards his privates.

Before he'd sent the hardy gray wolf up to the fox's guest room, Hemlock had told the packmate what to expect and why this particular mission was worth his sacrifice. His master explained that Commander Turrin might choose to undress or even pause to use his bound body between milkings. All of this was normal and he would accept it with grace and humility Hemlock conveyed -- Just as the wolf had been trained to.

Grim faced and less than happy, Hammer had surprised his master by saluting and saying, "I understand, master. I will complete this mission to be best of my abilities and make you proud of me."

In response, the fox had kissed him on the lips and said, "I'm sure that you will. And afterwards, in a few weeks time, you and I will take a trip to a upscale brothel and I will let you pick out a nice female wolf to bed. You'd like that, wouldn't you? It's been so long since you've had the fairer sex accept your deprived, straight-boy shaft."

Despite having just cum from the pack relief ceremony, Hammer's cock immediately re-erected upon being tantalized by the promised reward.

His voice was a combination of desire and disbelief as he practically stammered, "M-master, you will? I can? And I can pick the girl?"

"Impress the commander and I'll let you pick out two. You can take turns, switching between them while I watch. But tonight you have to be a good cum fountain for my boss. He's going to demand that you give him everything and then he'll keep demanding more. It will be difficult for you but you must rise to the challenge. Are we clear, soldier?"

"Master, yes master!"

Officer Larkin held out his hand for the wolf to kiss but again Hammer surprised him by taking his hand and using it to pull him into an aggressive, full-mouth kiss. The gray wolf pressed his tongue into the fox's mouth and permitted the smaller male to suckle upon it, just as he'd been taught.

When he kiss was over and the two men had separate Hemlock whispered into wolf's ear, "Go now, boy. Before I lose my self-control and fuck you right here."

Hammer had flashed a grin at him, gave a final quick salute, and then headed off to offer himself up to the older fox who had such unreasonable expectations of him.

Three hours and five orgasms later, the wolf was cursing his master's name through his gag as the commander chided him for 'starting to go dry on him far too soon' while aggressively pumping his member with two tireless hands. But Hammer's attention was brought back to the current moment and place as the mature fox paused to lay out his personal sounding kit while explaining, "If external stimulation is no longer providing the desired results, we'll need to switch to internal stimulation, won't we?"

Hammer howled into his gag as he felt the first sound of his life slip down into the tip of a member that up until that point he'd believed existed exclusively for penetration rather than being penetrated. And since Commander Turrin had brought along an extensive collection of progressively larger sounds, it would not be the straight wolf's last.

After Hemlock saw Hammer off, he headed towards his private shower. He liked to be washed and cleaned before the pack's nighttime activities and he knew the wolves would be showering together as well in the larger shower room he'd installed years ago so that all four wolves could wash each other at the same time.

The fox smiled at the thought of the three wolves shampooing each other's fur while giving each other generously sized enemas. Making the pack repeatedly pump water into one another's backsides was just another tactic for breaking down barriers which prevented true intimacy between them. Hemlock on the other hand had to take care of his own grooming.

Shower complete, the officer headed off to the primary bedroom only to find that the three wolves were already cleaned and waiting for him. Their tails began to wag the moment they caught sight of their master. Still standing, none of them were laying on the bed because they hadn't yet been given permission to enter their fox's private space.

Hemlock remarked silently to himself how well trained the pack had become. Their collective obedience stirred his lust as he strutted and posed for his boys as he got on the bed. The tall wolves gathered around the mattress, predatory gazes on their faces as they licked their chops expectancy.

"Master, will Hammer be joining us?" Midnight asked, sounding more curious than worried.

The fox considered his answer for a moment as he spread his legs and touched himself. The wolves silently stirred in the bedroom's dim light at the erotic display.

"I tasked him with a mission to help secure me a promotion. He's servicing my commander as we speak."

The wolves nodded but said nothing. They each understood that part of their job was making their master look good in front of other nobles and each knew that it just as easily could have been one of them sent on this mission instead of Hammer. All of them had experience pleasing other foxes at their master's direction.

"As for you three... I have no specific orders. Just that you pleasure me. It has been a challenging day and master needs your love."

"Yes, master," the three said almost in unison, an undercurrent of excitement in their voice as they settled onto the bed. They approached the fox from three sides like a pack stalking their next meal, their eyes bright and hungry.

Having spent years serving under the vulpine, the wolves knew his tastes and preferences. Large, powerful mouths found sensitive areas of Hemlock's body -- His mouth, his nipples, and under his tail. The fox moaned into the kiss as a thick muscular tongue was pressed insistently into his recently showered and cleaned hole.

The officer tried to pull away from the kiss to tell the wolf beneath his tail -- Growler -- to be more gentle but Midnight would not release his mouth. Hemlock groaned as he felt his hands pulled gently but firmly behind him as Shade easily subdued him.

"Master, we will take care of you," the dark furred wolf cooed into the fox's ear. "Spread your legs and give in. No more orders until you've cum, yes? No more decisions until you've cried out in release. The pack is in charge of your pleasure and we will decide when to let you reach the summit."

Shoulders relaxing in sweet surrender, the officer allowed himself to be held down by three pairs of hands as the wolves maneuvered him onto his side so that his lithe body could be orally assaulted from all angles at once. No part of him was spared from the brothers' wet, probing tongues.

As they worked him, none among the pack reached down between their own legs to enhance their own pleasure or to indulge their own needs. They'd already had their release and now it was time to focus on satisfying their master's desires to the very best of their abilities.

One hour and a great deal of moaning later, three slavering tongues forced the fox to cum into three hungry, slurping mouths, the hot seed slurped and shared between them. Only then was Hemlock permitted to once more speak and move freely.

As he panted, catching his breath as his sucked-clean cock softened and fell, tongues moved to gently caress his face as Midnight, Shade, and Growler wordlessly licked to signal their acknowledgement and love of their master.

"Good boys," the officer whispered in between pants. "Good, good boys."

Mind clear and free of lust, Officer Larkin closed his eyes as he began to mentally plan out the capture of Prince Marcus' ceremonial lead horse. As the fox planned and plotted, he let his hands roam over the three wolves' bodies who had curled up against him. He pretended not to notice as Midnight rubbed his once more erect cock against Shade, who didn't seem to mind in the least. Peeking out of the corner of a half-closed eye Hemlock spotted the two wolves entwine their fingers as they clasped one another's hand.

The vulpine permitted himself a small, private smile. He loved to see family members getting along so well. True brothers, in all senses of the word. He decided he'd have to start providing additional opportunities for the two males to spend private time together and to express their growing affection for one another. And, who knows? If things kept progressing along this path, perhaps wedding bells might be heard not too far off in the future. Only time would tell.

But Brother-Husbands had a deliciously kinky ring to it and Hemlock thought it would be a delight to stage-manage their wedding night.