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Lord Varen walked in a slow circle, examining the naked river otter from every angle. During the inspection, Theo did his best to stand still and keep his anxiety from showing, but no amount of emotional fortitude could keep the jittery mustelid's tail from tucking down between his legs, or his short, round ears from drooping low enough to make a flat line with the rest of his head.

The raccoon noble swished his ornate cane against his new plaything's body while the otter, in turn, resisted flinching with each false strike. The cane was made of polished black walnut with an intricate handle carved to look like the ringed tail of the aristocrat's own species. The slender implement whistled through the air, making light thumps against the mustelid's pelt where it landed. Varen tapped against Theo's back, his hips, his buttocks- the otter actually winced at the latter as the lord finally swung with some real force against the pert globes of his ass.

Theo fought the urge to hiss through his teeth at the sting and quickly followed the commands to stand up straighter or to contort and reveal more of himself. He didn't dare cover his maleness with his paws; calling attention to his sensitive, plump sheath and ample sac would only serve to paint a target on them. When Theo was made to lift his tail and spread his legs wide with all four paws on the floor, he blushed so fiercely that the scarlet tinge was visible though the lighter fuzz of his muzzle and inner ears.

Varen slid his palm up Theo's thigh to the round bump of his hindquarters and massaged it beneath his midnight-black paw. He intentionally brushed his digits up the mustelid's cleft. He made a point of pausing to prod at the enticing pucker beneath the otter's tail, circling it with his fingertip. The noble slicked his lips with a salacious swipe of his tongue and winked over to Barri, Theo's mate. The fox was quivering as he silently watched the cruel spectacle play out before him, back to the wall. His gut roiled at the thought of another anthro running his fingers through his mate's sleek coat, but he felt powerless to intervene.

After all, were it not for Theo it would've been Barri going through such an ordeal and being at Lord Varen's mercy.

Just the previous evening, Theo had been at home and up late. He'd finished all of his chores, and was keeping their food warm while waiting for his husband's return to their cozy hovel for supper. Suddenly, the door suddenly slammed open. Winter's bitter bite burst forth with a flurry of powdery snow, making the fire in the hearth sputter. The dull embers whirled and danced as their glow illuminated his haggard lover. Barri, his mate, was leaning weakly against the doorframe. The vulpine supported himself by one paw as he used his other to hold together the ragged remnants of his tunic. His heavily patched, woven snowcloak was nowhere to be seen. Although his plush, burnished copper pelt managed to keep the worst of the frigid cold at bay, he was still shivering (as much from nerves as he was from the frosty chill). Theo rushed to his partner's side, embraced him, and guided him into their den to sit by the fireplace. He helped to strip off the fox's damp boots and breeches, and stoked the fire to warm his paws.

Barri's teeth were chattering and it was a long while before he managed to do more than stammer, but once he managed to articulate his first sentence, his story came spilling out.

The fox had been a castle servant for their local magistrate from the time he was just a cub, so he was no stranger to long, arduous hours of drudgery. He had been serving for a small party of nobles that night late into the evening. Long after they had finished discussing coinage, taxes, and other tedious mercantile business, they retired to the lord's trophy room, where they lounged on couches and ordered endless foaming flagons and crystal goblets from the lone server of the night. Barri had stayed well past his normal shift and his legs and foot-paws ached fiercely, but he had dutifully done his job, trotting back and forth to the kitchen and wine cellar.

Emboldened by lust and alcohol, the lordlings conspired to have their way with the attractive fox. He was still young- a bit shy of 23 winters- with gorgeous cerulean eyes that sparkled like sea glass. He was more than pretty enough to serve as a vixen to eager aristocrats for a night, they must have supposed. It all started off with rambunctious lewdness, such as pulling him by the wrist into their laps or giving his rump a swap with their palms as he passed by. They made suggestive comments and nodded to the bulge in their trousers while obviously undressing him with their eyes. Each found myriad reasons to push past him and grind their loins against him while their hardnesses readily showed against their britches. They asked much of him. Romantic songs. Erotic dances. They wanted him to physically strip to his undergarments or even be completely in the nude as he worked.

But the vulpine was a servant, not a concubine.

However little wealth he had, Barri still had his dignity and his freedom. Most of his lineage served in the beds of nobles due to their natural allure. He had broken that trend and wouldn't be treated like a whore. The fox rebuffed all of their advances. He did so with the serene grace and politeness required of someone of his station, as he had always done with randy socialites in the past. But as the nobles grew more drunk and aggressive, the repeated need to reject such influential furs along with the grueling extra hours he had endured that day made him begin to lose his temper.

When the chairman of the merchant's consortium, a red squirrel clad in silk and velvet who would be rather attractive were it not for his haughty nature, tried slipping a paw down Barri's trousers, the vulpine finally snapped and lashed out. He had only meant to slap (which would have been a serious offense on its own) but in his frustration he had inadvertently extended his claws. The tiny razors drew streaks of crimson across the rich anthro's muzzle, likely scarring him for life. The squirrel's ears folded back menacingly. His tail bristled and rose behind him, making him seem far taller than his already imposing stature.

He and the other nobles took the excuse to fall upon the fox, tearing at his clothing. They were prepared to pin him down and take their turns with him in a rutting frenzy then and there on the rug. Through sheer luck and determination, the fox wriggled free and ran for the door. The last thing he heard before making it out of earshot was Lord Varen promising that the servant's vicious assault on an upstanding noble would not go unpunished. Barri sprinted half-naked through the countryside, risking frostbite and hypothermia until he finally made it to his cottage he shared with his mate.

The couple debated absconding into the night for their own safety, but Barri was already too scared and fatigued to even begin to flee any further. At any rate, with a host of soldiers at his beck and call, Lord Varen could easily track them down wherever they hid away. The vulpine's dashing otter husband, strong from his own work as a blacksmith, vowed he would do everything in his power to protect his lover. They had a sleepless night while they waited for the guard to come for them, but their vigilance was unnecessary and the dawn came after long hours of ominous quiet. The fox was neither brave enough, nor stupid enough, to return to work that morning. By the time the sun was nearing its zenith, just as the pair began to doze off from exhaustion, the noble arrived at their residence with his entourage.

The raccoon's fiery rage from the previous evening had iced over into a cool exterior, but his anger still simmered beneath the surface. It was easier to maintain composure when both sober and surrounded by a trio of armed guards trained to follow his orders to the letter without question.

Theo positioned himself between his lover and the magistrate. He shielded the fox with an outstretched arm. In his paw was the hammer from his forge that he had armed himself with. He had no small amount of endurance earned from countless hours spent battering iron into shape, but there was no way he could fend off three soldiers with halberd spikes leveled at his throat. He was forced to drop his weapon and submit to their authority for the time being.

Varen did his due diligence and read aloud from a writ. The ink was barely dry on the scroll from when he penned it himself that very morning. It formally accused Barri of a plethora of crimes and also declared his guilt. As magistrate and justice, the gray and black anthro was empowered with the ability to enact any punishment he chose; a task he visibly savored. He straightened his magnificent outfit and slicked a paw through his perfectly coiffed head-fur. He announced that due to the severity of the crimes- assaulting a noble and abandoning his duties in service to the local lord- the punishment would consist of three parts.

Firstly, the aristocrat would be "merciful" and abstain from condemning Barri to a dungeon sentence, provided that the fox consent to be outfitted with a chastity device that would be locked for five years in lieu of time spent in iron shackles. Theo and Barri gulped nervously in unison.

Barri's mind raced. Five years!? That was that long without an orgasm, without even so much as an erection. His only other option being a damp cell where he'd be away from Theo, eat cold gruel, and relieve himself in rusty buckets for half a decade. His heart hammered in his chest. He could scarcely find his voice to sputter out that he chose the former. The cage he would wear would be bolted shut, and regularly checked for damage or tampering.

For the second part of his punishment, Barri would be designated as open use for the town, owing to the fact that he "allured" and "seduced" the aristocrats with his wiles and then denied them. Anytime Barri was out in public, the vulpine would need to willingly submit to pleasure any fur who wanted to use his body, then and there. And, of course, an official proclamation would be made so that no anthro was out of the loop in regards to their lord's generous gift to the people.

"Perhaps openly becoming the town whore will clear you of your desire to be so...desired?" Lord Varen quipped, examining his manicured claws with a wicked smirk. "I'll, of course, be taking my turn first. Your mate will make a lovely audience."

Finally, a physical punishment would be administered immediately by the magistrate's own paw.

Barri visibly trembled with fear.

Theo looked to his husband, swallowed again the lump in his throat, and spoke up.

"I volunteer to take his place," he said solemnly. Barri's jaw dropped. The raccoon looked intrigued, but eyed him rapaciously.

"How very interesting..." Varen mused.

"Theo, you can't. I won't let you. You didn't do anything to deserve this."

"Neither did you. Besides, you don't get a say. As long as I am not being made to volunteer under duress, I can assume all responsibility for any crime. I'm doing that here and now."

Whipping boys, as they were called, were not unheard of in the kingdom, although they were rarely seen outside of the upper classes. The law allowing a volunteer to receive punishment instead of the condemned had long been recognized throughout the land, providing that the actual accused bare witness to any physical punishments doled out. Supposedly, this would be to dissuade the wealthy from wrongdoing because of the emotional strain of watching what should be their punishment be inflicted on an innocent. Although, in reality, it served mostly a thin veil that allowed nobles to look like they were being held accountable for their own misdeeds, when in reality they acted with impunity and paid a desperate beggar to suffer their comeuppance for their plots and intrigues.

Theo's own father had been a drunken layabout, who would regularly submit himself to being a noble's stand-in when his bar tabs caught up with him. The mustelid always promised himself better in life than what his father chose. He built a modest forge known for solid, dependable work. He and his husband provided for each other. Nevertheless, the law hadn't changed at all since he was a cub and he knew it inside and out.

."He is right," the raccoon informed his former servant. He could see the pain in Barri's eyes as the fox imagined the cruelties Varen was about to inflict on his soulmate. As eager as the lord was to put the fox in his place for disrupting the rambunctious fun his peers were having, knowing how deeply the guilt would cut made him more than willing to accept the otter as his pound of flesh. "Strip off fully. Be quick now!"

Varen slapped his cane across his palm sharply. He exuded authority and class.

The river otter kept his face as placid as possible as he silently slipped off his tunic. Despite the strength hidden in his body, he had a bit of heftiness to his midsection. A wintertime layer of pudge rested over his muscle, rounding out his form a bit more than it would be in more active months. His pelt was an uneven, muddy brown color that faded to cream along his underside. He didn't hesitate to unlace his trousers and peeled them off as well, setting them and his smallclothes aside in a tidy pile. As anxious as he was, he was determined not to give the pompous raccoon any more enjoyment than strictly necessary. He seemed the sort to thrive on weakness.

Two of the guards kept Barri in one corner, the hafts of their weapons crossing before him, forcing him to helplessly watch the display, while the third took up position by the door. Varen set his scroll aside and began his inspection.

Lord Varen walked in a slow circle, examining the naked river otter from every angle. The lord proceeded to poke, prod, and smack his new pet with the cane. He even squatted down to get a close up view of the mustelid's genitals. Theo had a plump sheath resting above a pair of hefty testicles in a low hanging sac. The raccoon cupped the prodigious orbs in his paw and rolled their weight about on his palm. Despite the dire circumstances, the otter's body reacted to the erotic touch. The mottled scarlet tip of his erection entreated from his sheath and jutted up like a spike.

"It seems almost a shame to lock these away, but a crime is a crime," the magistrate said, shrugging with a feigned lament. He suddenly squeezed his prisoner's testicles, causing Theo to yelp. "When was your last orgasm, blacksmith? I do hope it was enjoyable, for its memory will have to hold you over for quite some time. He grasped just a bit tighter before he finally ceased the pressure on the pair of nuts clenched in his fist, then smacked them hard before drawing his paw away.

Once he had finished molesting his new toy, Lord Varen had one of his guards produce a steel chastity device from a satchel. It was a simple cage of bars that locked around one's sheath and held itself in place with a tight ring behind the scrotum. Where a tiny loop for a lock should be, there was instead a bolt that could be permanently clamped into place. To remove the device it would take hours of careful, dedicated filing. And if caught without it (or with it damaged), Theo would incur the same legal wrath as he would if he had made a jailbreak from the castle dungeon.

The soldier offered to install the device, but his raccoon master insisted that he do it personally. He locked eyes with Barri as he put the apparatus together around Theo's genitals.

"Don't worry, my dear fox; if you miss your husband rutting you raw now that his cock is locked into a tiny nub for the foreseeable future, you are welcome to stop by the castle at any point and I will remind you of how a real male breeds. I'd suggest visiting the guardhouse too, but I think my whole legion might be interested in taking advantage of my little edict tonight, so your mate will already be keeping them quite entertained."

Varen squeezed the clamp with all the power he could muster until the device was made a metallic clunk and was sealed tight. While the monochrome anthro rose and examined his handiwork, the otter noticed how weighty the chastity device was for such a little thing. He felt the extra pull on gravity on his junk, and even while flaccid, his maleness felt uncomfortably restrained within his sheath compresses at all angles. The nuisance of the device was going to be a constant reminder of his forced submissive state, even when not being forced to kneel or bend over for any of his fellow peasants.

The noble waved over the guard by the door.

"Bind him. I feel he will need some help staying upright before long."

The hedgehog knight stepped forward. From the same bag that he had produced the chastity cage from he pulled out a length of rope and a pair of ankle shackles connected not by links of chain, but by a steel bar that was fluted with a row of holes. The armored anthro bound Theo's wrists together tightly behind his back with coil after coil of rope, until there could be no possibility of escape. He then tossed the remainder of the rope up over the crossbeam of the house, and found a sturdy base of a nearby support beam to tie it down.. The rope was pulled so taut that the mustelid felt almost suspended with his paw-pads barely grazing the floor. The leg restraints came next. The metal bar turned out to actually be two hollow pipes, one slightly smaller and embedded within the other. The guard slid them apart to elongate the device then locked its position with a metal peg at its widest limit. He clasped one shackle around each of the prisoner's ankles and used a brass padlock on each to secure them.

Theo's legs were splayed widely enough that his thighs immediately began to ache due to the strain of the position. He never felt more exposed than at that moment. He was facing Barri, who was still trapped in the corner. The vulpine's face was frozen in anxiety. He could be a painting were it not for the subtle quiver of his body.

Thwack!

Without warning, pain erupted across the otter's rump. The cane landed squarely across his ass with a sharp sting that was all the more intense for not having been able to brace for the impact. It struck so fast that Theo swore he heard the sound of the thin, flexible weapon _hissing _through the air only after it had connected. He yowled, but quickly reined the noise in to become a snarl rather than let the raccoon know how much it smarted. Theo was determined to not let Barri think he was suffering too much on his behalf.

"If you think that hurts now, just wait. We've only just begun. Your mate has been charged with fairly severe crimes and the punishment must suit the offense, I'm afraid. I couldn't show my face in polite company if I wasn't able to assure my colleagues that I will take decisive action against any afront my staff inflicted upon them."

Despite the drafty cold, the aristocrat removed his outer coat and loosened ties near the neck of his white, linen undershirt. He intended to work up a sweat, it seemed. He stepped forward until he was practically touching his captive's back with his body. Theo could feel the heat and tension radiating from him. He could smell the enthralling tang of arousal in the air. Varen clearly enjoyed his "duties." He exhaled a hot puff of breath that grazed by the bound fur's neck and ear. With the paw not holding the cane, he reached around Theo and gently traced the contours of his throat with a fingertip.

"Perhaps I should outfit you with a collar and a tag proclaiming that you are public property now, just in case anyone forgets," he pondered aloud, before nipping at the mustelid's nape with his teeth. The lord walked his fingers down through the otter's chest-fur, across the smooth bump of his belly, and toward his locked sheath. His nimble digits briefly became lost in the tangle of Theo's darker, pubic fuzz. He flicked the otter's testicle, making Theo flinch and grunt, before finally stepping away.

Varen pirouetted and made a trio of strikes across his captive's hindquarters, as quick and elegant as sword flourishes.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

The lord even held his instrument like a rapier.

Theo made a strained, throaty noise as he endured the beating.

"Oh, lovely. I do believe my former servant is enjoying this a fair spot more than you," the magistrate informed Theo, eying Barri lasciviously. The fox had a prominent bulge in his trousers. In spite of the dire circumstances, seeing his lover in all his handsome, naked glory, even while bound and chaste, still had an enticing effect on the vulpine. His pheromones mingled with the noble's and the guards' scents into a heady aroma. It was an invisible miasma of lust that he had to actively force from his mind. He blushed in silence, and tried to turn his face away, but one of the guards beside him roughly grabbed his muzzle and turned him back to face the display. The soldier held him firm until he stopped struggling.

The raccoon began a series of blows that ramped up with speed and intensity with every impact until Lord Varen was nearly knocking over furniture with his backswings. Barri was shocked the cane didn't snap with the power put into some of the swings, but it was flexible enough to survive and leave a smattering of stinging welts and deep, aching bruises across Theo's ass and thighs. Barri tried to keep track of them, but after around four dozen rapid lashes or so, he lost count. Each smack was punctuated by a hoarse groan or grunt from Theo.

The river otter snarled and thrashed throughout the spanking, but his bindings were tight and he could scarcely do more than writhe and fidget while yowling. His eyes sparkled with moisture from the tears he fought back, and before long his muzzle and cheeks were streaked with wetness. The flesh of his ass felt like it was on fire from the savage whipping. He wanted nothing more than to run outside pantless and plant his backside in the largest snowdrift he could find. The mustelid struggled to keep his head up and his breathing steady between strikes. Despite his best effort, his breath came in ragged, shaking puffs.

Lord Varen's own chest heaved in exertion as he finally wound down the assault on Theo's hindquarters. His fur was a bit mussed and his shirt wrinkled. It was the least kempt the fox had ever seen from his former employer, who always prided himself on his regal appearance. It was also quite possibly the happiest he had ever seen the aristocrat. There was genuine pleasure in erotically torturing Barri's husband. His erect cock speared up out of his fat sheath, making an obvious outline against his tight trousers. The thick length bent up and to the side, curving several inches along his hip until it threatened to poke out above the waistline of his breeches.

"I doubt he'll be sitting down much for the next few weeks. Do you think your lover's ass has suffered enough?" The noble asked Barri, openly reaching down to adjust his erection inside his small clothes.

The fox, unsure if the question was rhetorical, nodded in short, erratic bobs.

"Good, because I was eager to move onto his nuts." He whipped the cane up between the otter's thighs like a bolt of lightning as he finished the final word of his sentence. The supple wood made a loud crack as it connected with the mustelid's vulnerable sac. Theo roared in pain as he felt his guts twist upon impact. Without missing a beat, the noble started bouncing his cane tip onto each testicle and back again, letting the end of the implement fall almost to the floor before sweeping it back up. The hefty orbs bounced with each connection. The magistrate didn't strike his genitals quite as hard as his ass, but that wasn't to say that he went easy.

Barri winced along with Theo every time the otters balls were cracked. The ring of the chastity cage presented them prominently and prevented his sac from drawing tight in response. The interaction continued for several long minutes. The guards sniggered while Theo yelped and cried, and the cane thwipped about. Eventually the noble started slapping the cane between Theo's inner thigh and his sac so quickly the motion was a continuous blur to watch. The otter's testicles rebounded off the cane and crashed into one another painfully. Varen wasn't content to merely use his chosen weapon either. At one point, he set it aside and firmly pinched one of Theo's tender, abused orbs between his fingers. He squeezed the sac again, and even gave it a haymaker punch, driving his fist into the mustelid's scrotum from behind with nearly the force Barri would expect to be thrown in a drunken tavern brawl.

"I imagine those will be bruised and swollen for a while, but at least you won't be needing them," Varen chuckled. He unbuckled his belt and slid it loose, cracking it once like a whip across the otter's ass. Theo whimpered softly in response. Since the noble had moved onto pummeling his testicles, the feeling in his buttocks had fully returned with a stinging heat, and the extra sensitivity made the belt stroke hurt that much more. The aristocrat handed off his belt to his guard and began unfastening the buttons on his trouser fly. "Lower him for me," he directed a knight.

The soldier took out a hatchet from his belt and deftly hacked at the rope. It split with one swing and ceased suspending Theo. With his ankles still bound, he clumsily fell forward onto his knees and barely managed not to faceplant the floor.

When he looked back over his shoulder, Lord Varen had his own erection in his paw. The mottled pink and crimson flesh in his looked thick against his lithe, sinewy build and was lined with pulsing veins. He languidly ran his paw the length of his thrumming organ. It visibly quivered and released a gush of thin, watery pre over the back of his fingers. His sheath and sac were the same dusky gray color most of his pelt, with a narrow black tuft making a trail from his navel to his sheath and matching line down the center of his scrotum.

The hedgehog guard silently grabbed a stool and placed it in front of the otter to support Theo's chest. He roughly grabbed the mustelid's scruff and forced his top half down onto it in a breeding position with his rump raised.

"Peasant, it's clear you enjoy watching your lord...perform-" Lord Varen chuckled. "Such amusement is not free for spectators. As I doubt you could afford it, I'll need you to be involved.. Not only am I going to fuck your mate and teach him his place, but I want you to take care of that obscene bulge in your trousers. Come get a better view and pleasure yourself while you watch me claim him. You'd better climax before I spunk in him too, unless you want me to find a good reason for you to share his fate. He may have taken your place on this crime, but until the full sentence is served, he cannot volunteer again," the raccoon informed the fox, never ceasing massaging his maleness. His voice was as cold as the icicles clinging to the doorframe.

He held out one paw and his lackey who'd been handling all of his equipment passed him a small glass vial full of a viscous liquid that was faintly tinted pink. He drizzled some of its contents across his shaft and used it to slick his length with the wet slap of his paw gliding across it. The oily sheen made the aristocrat's member glisten and Barri detected a hint of lavender and elderberry wafting from it. Even his choice in lubricant was superb. Once his hardness was sufficiently slippery he went down onto one knee behind the fox's partner.

The lord hooked one wet finger around another and prodded at Theo's tailhole. The puckered flesh tensed at the cold touch and barely loosened at all while the raccoon twisted his digits, trying to work in a fingertip.

"Very tight. Delightful," the magistrate teased his new toy. "My assumption that you are not normally the submissive in this relationship of yours has certainly been confirmed. Oh yes, I think that I will enjoy this."

The otter grit his teeth and fought to keep the side of his muzzle from involuntarily raising to show a sharp, mustelid fang.

When Barri didn't close the distance fast enough, one of the guards gave him a rough shove and he stumbled forward until he nearly toppled over his lover. He lowered himself to the floor, sitting by his husband's side. With shaking paws he opened his trousers and fished out his genitals. His girthy, deep-scarlet shaft was fully erect. The sizable knot at the base was swollen inside of his snowy-furred sheath, straining for freedom. He carefully tugged the flesh of his sheath down letting it pop free. He gasped at the relief and felt his paw pads against the exposed flesh.

"I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have to go through this," he whispered to his mate.

"It's not your fault," the otter replied softly. Then he yelped as the raccoon suddenly squeezed his testicles again.

"The only sound I want to hear from you is you moaning for more as I take you," the noble chided him.

"And...thank you, I love you..." the fox finished, even more hushed than before. Theo didn't respond, but his eyes shared the final sentiment well enough.

Finally, the magistrate eased his crossed fingers into the otter's tight heat. They sank in slowly and steadily while Theo inhaled and tried to relax his virgin rosebud. Soon the second knuckle had been enveloped, and Varen rotated his wrist and scissored his fingers. As he loosened his plaything, his digits found the sweet spot inside the otter. Always having served as the dominant sexual partner in his life, he had never felt such a sensation before and it was like explosions of pleasure going off within his body. He inhaled sharply and dripped a strand of pre from his cage, looking immediately ashamed for revealing that his body took any pleasure at all in the situation.

Varen laughed and massaged his prostate further, watching Theo whine and tense and shiver.

"I think he prefers me to you," Varen said snidely toward the fox. His eyes shot down to the cock in Barri's paw. "I can see why."

The vulpine by no means had a small maleness. While not as massive as some of his lupine and canine kinsmen, foxes tended to be no slouch when it came to size. Simply glancing between his own shaft and the lord's own showed they were similarly endowed, but there was something about the elegance and elitism that the raccoon carried himself with that made Barri feel somehow smaller and less masculine...inadequate.

Barri fumbled along his length, spritzing jets of pre against his mate's pelt. Meaning, Varen probed deeper, brushing past the otter's sweetspot and driving in a third finger, eliciting loud groans from his victim. He toyed with the tight ring of flesh for a couple of minutes before withdrawing his paw entirely and slathering a quick, second coating of scented lubricant onto his meaty shaft.

The raccoon noble angled his tip at Theo's prepared hole and pressed his crown into Theo's aperture. It took several long seconds for him to slowly but surely sink himself into the quaking otter, but he did so in a single thrust, spearing his plaything on his rod. Once he had fully impaled himself into the public sex slave, Varen tucked his chin into the hollow of his throat and straightened his spine, rising up in an almost predatory display of dominance. He exhaled softly but deliberately, more a growl of intent than a sigh of relief.

Theo's eyes bulged. He had never been taken from behind before and the aristocrat gave him little time to adjust to the penetration. The minor pain, for he had experienced worse, was coupled with a degradation he felt deeply inside, as if he had somehow failed by submitting to the noble. On a physical level, however, there was a pleasure that he experienced. As intense as the fingers on his prostate were, they were nothing compared to a throbbing hardness. He was torn between pleasure and torment.

Barri likewise didn't know how to feel. He had never seen anyone lay with his love, but it was somehow tantalizing to watch, like a forbidden, private show. The storm of feelings scared him nearly as much as it aroused him, and he felt guilty for enjoying the use and degradation of the otter. His body belied his feelings by erupting a large jet of pre the very moment Varen had hilted the mustelid with his throaty rasp.

"While you certainly aren't getting any action today," the aristocrat commented to the fox, "I don't want to enjoy this treat alone. It really should have been my inner circle of friends with me here today, but I suppose that I could treat my personal guard to the pleasure of my finer possessions." He waved over his guards, who gave toothy grins and started to unbuckle their belts with great alacrity. The raccoon placed one paw on the spot where Theo's forearms were bound behind his back to steady himself, and with the other loudly spanked the side of otter's ass before using that same paw to dig his claws into the blacksmith's hip. He leaned over him aggressively. Even mid-sex and unkempt he managed to maintain a dignified aura.

He pulled back until only less than an inch of his penis remained inside his captive then hilted himself again in a swift, smooth motion. Theo arched his back and exhaled loudly, but bit back a full moan. He had been spanked, humiliated, and used like a toy, and suffered through it all for his husband's benefit. Although on some primal, physical level there was something akin to ecstasy over which he felt severe guilt.

Barri's mind raced, he wasn't sure if his mate was gasping in pleasure or humiliation or some tumultuous mix of the two, and the uncertainty was somehow unbearably stimulating. He was so distracted by his thoughts that he had slowed masturbating as he considered.

"You'd do well to climax before me," Lord Varen, seeing the vulpine barely caressing his knot, reminded him in a husky tone. "And that shan't take long, considering how tight your husband's tailhole is gripping my cock. And you there, otter. My guards have had a long shift already and could use some relief."

All three guards were arrayed in a semicircle in front of the bound, prone blacksmith. Their penises all erect with beads of pre at their swollen tips. They laughed with each other over how two of them hadn't blown a load in well over a week and will have plenty of spunk to feed Barri's husband. The eldest and chubbiest guard, a rabbit nearly double Barri's age with a tawny pelt, even jiggled his genitals in the fox's direction, offering him the first taste. When Barri silently turned his flushed face away the soldiers guffawed louder and let their compatriot know that it would be more fun to have the servant just watch his husband swallow their loads anyway.

"When you two kiss later, I want you to think of me when you taste his tongue," the lagomorph taunted the fox in a deep, rumbly voice before grabbing the otter's head-fur and smearing his salty pre across Theo's cheek. "Open up, cutie."

The otter grudgingly parted his lips and the bunny thrust himself inside until his heavy sac bounced against Theo's chin and the blacksmith's nose was buried in his pubic fur. The mustelid choked a bit, but after a few sputtering coughs began sucking and rolling his tongue along the underside of the fat phallus lodged in his throat. Theo was leaking a small pool of runny pre between his thighs. Varen continued bucking into the otter at a rapid pace. His pelvis grinded against the mustelid rump with each thrust, and his balls bounced painfully against Theo's abused orbs. Despite his pace being steady, the raccoon's breathing was growing ragged.

The two guards that weren't currently spurting salty sprays of pre onto Theo's tongue, a donkey and a rat, were languidly stroking one another, each eagerly awaiting their turns.

Watching his husband being taken from both ends was more arousing than Barri cared to admit, but he couldn't help but continue to furiously swipe his paw across his wanton shaft. His gut and sac tightened as he felt heat well up behind his testicles. With a final tug on his knot, he erupted. A thick splatter of vulpine seed blast forth in several strong pulses. His body convulsed with each surge of cum. The pearlescent ropes of spunk sprayed across his lover's back and against his ribs and side. As he milked the last vestiges of his orgasm from his spent sensitive maleness his semen dripped from the otter's coat in shimmering runnels.

"Well done avoiding further punishment," Lord Varen praised with a smirk, before closing his eyes and making harder, more intentional thrusts.

The athletic donkey whinied. The sight, or perhaps the scent, of Barri's climax must've pushed him over the edge. While the rat held just below the medial ring of his dappled shaft and sniggered at his early orgasm, his crown flared wide and throbbed a couple of times before unleashing his own torrent of equine cum leveled at Theo's face, painting his forehead and muzzle.

The raccoon noble had finally given up his aloof facade and was wildly bucking away into mustelid. When he heard the otter's muffled groan of pleasure, he reached down and around to fondle and caress his sealed cage. The needy sheath within was plump and fighting a losing battle against the steel holding it back.

"I think you're enjoying this too much at the moment," he said snidely. "This is supposed to be a punishment." He bit his lip as his body began to shudder, finally cumming deep within Barri's mate and claiming him as his own. The otter involuntarily clamped his ring down around the invading cock when it spasmed inside of him, heighting the aristocrat's pleasure and extracting more seed from his length. He stayed still save for the rise and fall of his chest, while the bunny and the rat took turns fucking Theo's face. Eventually, his softening cock slipped from the mustelid's cleft, trailing with it strands of cum. Semen oozed from his heat.

Barri's knot hadn't yet deflated and he gently held it in his paw.

"I guess you are lucky you enjoyed the experience since there will be five years of repeat performances with multiple showings per day," the raccoon quipped, milking out the last remnants of his cum and wiping his cocktip clean on Theo's ass before stuffing himself back into his smallclothes and fixing his tousled head-fur. "Now, I do not remember officially releasing you from your duties, so I expect to see you fully dressed and back at the castle soon. I also expect you to drop off your dear husband at the guard barracks for me along the way."

Barri's heart thundered in his chest, and his post-orgasmic senses were starting to settle back into rational thought. He glanced at his partner who was gulping down a mouthful of rat spunk with more yet dribbling down his chin. He knew that before long, Lord Varen would find some way to make the fox his plaything too. Whether it be for vengeance, simple lust, or to feed his sense of superiority he would prey upon the handsome fox. But for the moment, thanks to Theo, he was safe.