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Bound In Trust: An Elk's Duality

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

6th February, 2024

All Rights Reserved.

Authors Note: In the later part of the story, I messed up, I apologize to my beta-reader, who has shown immense patience, I'm trying to do better, I swear. I hope others will forgive me for my failings.

In the bustling corridors of the corporate world, Reginald emerged as an unmistakable force of dominance. Towering antlers adorned his regal head, casting an imposing silhouette that demanded attention and respect. Dressed in a meticulously tailored suit and tie, every line and stitch spoke of a sense of precision befitting his cut-throat work ethic.

As the undisputed Alpha, having worked his way up through the corporate ladder, Reginald navigated the dynamics of his high-stress and high-powered job with finesse and authority. His dark eyes, sharp and discerning, missed no detail - no matter how minute. He was an example of a herbivore, not only reaching the glass ceiling - but shattering it. Colleagues admired his tenacity and competitors feared the strategic prowess hidden behind his composed exterior.

As an Elk, he carried himself with grace and poise - but when it came to matters of business, he was truly a wolf in Elk's clothing...

*

Away from the polished veneer of the boardroom, however, Reginald harbored a secret life - a realm where the stresses and dominance gave way to a more private, conservative side to his duality. Behind the closed doors of his private residence, he shed the trappings of his corporate armor, revealing a side that'd have him skinned and dressed in his professional world.

In these quiet moments of his private life, Reginald became more than the stern and assertive executive. He assumed a role beyond the corporate hierarchy, one that defied expectations and societal norms. It was in his sanctuary, behind high walls and expensive security cameras, that he shared an unconventional relationship...

With his lover, Jasper, a spirited, much younger two spiked whitetail buck who unlocked the gentler, more compassionate side of the dominant elk buck. Their love was not conventional - Reginald was Jasper's mate, lover, and also - his protector. Jasper relied on Reginald's wealth and lifestyle, completely beholden to the much older elk for everything he had.

As Reginald stepped through his front door, then closed it behind him, setting his briefcase down on the ornate table beside the door, he rolled his shoulders and reached up towards the tight, constrictive tie around his throat. With the quiet clip-clop of cloven hooves, Jasper seemed as he always did, to appear out of thin air.

"Hello, Daddy - " Jasper's infectious grin spread across his muzzle, his ears pricking forwards.

Reginald sighed, a good-natured smile spreading across his usually stern lips. "Do not call me that, you know how uncomfortable it makes me -"

With a chuckle, Reginald leaned down, his antlers gracefully framing Jasper's head as he pressed a gentle kiss onto the Whitetail's forehead. Jasper, in turn, began tugging at the tie, the silk slipping through his furred fingers as the constrictive knot loosened.

The air in the room carried the subtle scents and warmth of home, a shared familiarity that transcended the formality of their respective roles. As Reginald's lips met Jasper's velvety fur, a quiet intimacy enveloped them, the atmosphere softened by the unspoken understanding that existed between the dominant elk and his spirited companion.

"Rough day, Daddy?" Jasper smirked, as he parted Reginald's shirt, then began gently nuzzling and kissing the warm fur and muscular flesh, working his fingers up towards the Elk's thick, luxurious mane.

With a grunt, Reginald reached up and tugged lightly on Jasper's small left antler, pulling his head up and back. "Mind your place young one -"

Jasper poked the tip of his tongue out, his eyes crinkling in delight and mischief. "Or what..."

Reginald pulled Jasper's head back further, then nipped at the junction between neck and shoulder, almost turning the younger buck to jelly on the spot.

"Or you _won't_get your treat..." Reginald growled gently, giving a lick with his tongue up the side of Jasper's throat.

"Ooo - " Jasper gasped, then shivered from ear to ankle. "Now, let's get these clothes off you, daddy..."

"I told you - " Reginald groused, then rolled his eyes and then his shoulders, slipping his expensive shirt off, catching it before it fell to the floor.

"Okay, daddy, I won't call you that - " Jasper's playful voice came from down below, as Jasper knelt and began undoing the leather belt.

"Up, now - " Reginald grunted, gripping both of Jasper's antlers and pulling him up. "No treats until after I'm showered and had dinner - you know the rules!"

With a playful snort, Jasper huffed and smirked. "Yes, daddy -"

Reginald glared down at the squirming buck he held in his grasp, his eyes half-closed and a stern look on his face - but he couldn't stay angry with his lover, no matter how many buttons this insolent, cheeky Whitetail pushed.

Their intimate dance between Reginald and Jasper continued a harmonious waltz of dominance, affection, and shared understanding. As clothes were shed, and the warmth of their bodies intertwined as Jasper leaped up into Reginald's strong, masculine embrace, the dynamics of their unconventional relationship unfolded.

"I do so like a buck who knows what he wants and how to get it - " Jasper smirked, then lovingly kissed Reginald between the ears.

With a playful snort, Reginald returned the affection warmly. "With a whitetail, it's really not that hard..."

"Mmm, not yet - " Jasper's infectious grin spread wider. "I must be losing my touch..."

Around them, their shared home echoed with their combined laughter, the air filled with comfort and familiarity. In these moments, the boundaries between dominance and vulnerability blurred.

"So...shower?" Jasper murmured, nuzzling into the cup of Reginald's right ear.

Reginald shuddered, as Jasper's warm breath tickled the fine hairs of his inner ear - Reginald knew he was transparent when it came to that tactic, he was well aware that his beloved partner knew it - and would choose to take advantage of it.

*

As Reginald enjoyed the solitude of his shower, Jasper, displeased at being alone, immersed himself in the kitchen. Completely unabashed in his nudity, Jasper orchestrated a rich, sumptuous dinner for Reginald. With meticulous care, he arranged each dish on the table, ensuring everything was in its place and properly aligned.

Jasper's hooflets clinked lightly against the tableware, as he set them down, then stepped back and gazed with a slightly unfocused glance over the setting. Enticing aromas filled the air, and a smile spread across his lips as his mind danced with the thoughts of Reginald's upcoming enjoyment, his efforts a silent expression of love and devotion.

It was the least Jasper could do, for the handsome, dominant buck, that had forever changed his life.

*

Reginald emerged from the shower, steam wafting around him, as he dried himself then likewise bereft of clothing, quietly moved down towards the dining room, drawn by the succulent scents. His eyes widened, as he looked over the table, adorned with Jasper's culinary masterpiece. He took a moment, the contrast between the corporate world's assertive elk and the vulnerable, appreciative lover he now was - was stark. This domestic scene spoke volumes to him of Jasper's love and devotion - of the depth of their connection, one that thrived on both shared laughter and the tender moments, such as this, that now lay before him on the table.

Jasper stood, his paws clasped behind his back, his head tilted slightly before he delicately gestured with one paw.

"I hope, master," Jasper's voice was quiet and submissive. "You're hungry."

A single ear flick betrayed Reginald's emotions, as his mind flashed backward, to the day Jasper had come into his life.

Is that tonight? How could I have been so careless and forgotten? This sweet, gentle stag, plucked from the streets, forced to do unspeakable things, just to survive - so young, so vulnerable so... broken...

Reginald's gaze lingered on Jasper for several beats of his heart, aware of the scars that adorned Jasper's body, hidden beneath the fur, each telling a silent story of a past Reginald wished he could erase. This room once filled with warmth and love, now bore the weight of unspoken regrets, an invisible thread that connected their present to the haunting echoes of Jasper's past.

"I," Reginald began, his throat constricting as a myriad of emotions threatened to boil over inside him. "appreciate the gesture, Jasper. Yet I fear there is something more important we need to discuss."

Jasper, sensing his lover's emotional state, slowly flattened his ears, his eyes growing misty, a subtle tension replacing his submissive demeanor. He swallowed, then silently took a seat, placing his paws in his lap. Reginald sat as well, then steeped his fingers together, as he struggled to reign in his thoughts.

As Reginald took a deep breath, the weight of his realization pressing down upon his antlered head like a pair of concrete blocks. "I've been remiss, my dear Jasper. Tonight was meant to be a celebration, a testament to the strength and resilience you've shown since that...fateful day when you entered my life."

Jasper's long eyelashes met, as he tried to blink away the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. "Master, I don't need celebrations. Just... being here, now, with you is enough."

A pang of guilt tightened Reginald's chest painfully. He rose, then approached Jasper, reaching out to gently caress the young buck's cheek, his touch gentle, yet burdened with regret. "But you deserve more than just being here, Jasper. You deserve acknowledgment, healing, and moments of joy that overshadow the shadows of your past."

Jasper remained quiet, gazing up at Reginald with a look of absolute trust and love. Around them, held a heavy silence, broken only by the strident, then fading, the warbling of a siren in the distance, beyond the safety and sanctuary of the high walls. Reginald continued, his voice solemn.

"I failed to remember, to honor the strength it took for you to overcome what no one should endure. Tonight, my love, I will rectify that."

Jasper's eyes glistened, reflecting a mixture of gratitude and a profound yearning for acceptance. "Master, truly - you've given me more than one such as I deserved. Or imagined. I do not need - "

Reginald gently placed a paw over Jasper's lips, silencing the young buck. "No, my dear. Tonight, we will celebrate you. We will acknowledge the battles you fought and the resilience that defines you."

With that, Reginald led Jasper to the table, where he sat him down, dividing the meal between them both. As they began to eat, Jasper with reluctance, the weight of the unspoken words hung in the air, mingling with the promise from Reginald, a promise the elk was going to keep. In this shared moment, the boundaries between master and lover dissolved, replaced with a profound understanding that transcended their roles and Jasper's hidden scars. Their evening was only just beginning, and Reginald quietly promised, he would make up for his forgetfulness, one way or another.

*

After their dinner, Reginald noted that Jasper had hardly eaten, the young whitetail growing increasingly distressed, yet trying his best to mask it.

"Jasper, my love, please - unburden your heart, I _am_sorry, I forgot tonight was..." Reginald swallowed the lump in his throat, placing a comforting black-furred paw on Jasper's wrist.

Despite his reluctance, Jasper felt the love and safety in Reginald's touch. His eyes shimmered with un-shed tears, his voice trembling as he broke the heavy silence.

"Master, I... I need to tell you. About everything. The things I did to survive, the nightmares that haunt me."

Reginald moved closer, sensing the gravity of Jasper's words, as he nodded in understanding and gently pulled Jasper into his lap, cuddling him close.

"Jasper, you don't have to do this if you're not ready. If you choose to share, know that I am here for you. I am here to listen, to support you, and love you - you mean the world to me, and I want you to know that."

With those words, Jasper took a shuddering breath, the floodgates of his suppressed memories threatening to burst open. He spoke of the darkness he faced, the struggles he'd endured, and the terrible things he had done in dingy alleys and sordid hotel rooms - just to survive. Then, he spoke of _how_he got the scars that cross-crossed his furred body, thankfully, hidden by his longer-than-normal pelt. As he shared his story, Reginald's expression shifted from horror, to concern and finally, to empathy, silently offering solace through his gentle hugs and kisses.

At last, Jasper's words trailed away, he broke down, overwhelmed by the weight he had carried within him for so long. Without hesitation, Reginald rose, cuddling Jasper like he would a fawn, and began to move towards the master bedroom. Reginald held Jasper close, providing comfort and understanding. It was a pivotal moment in their unconventional relationship, a testament to the healing Jasper had started, under Reginald's care and affection.

Their shared journey from the dining room to the master bedroom was a silent one, the only sounds were the soft rustle of fur and the steady clip-clop of Reginald's cloven hooves on the polished floors.

As they entered the dimly lit master bedroom, Reginald gently lay Jasper down on the plush coverlet on the bed, never leaving the vulnerable gaze of his lover. The room carried the scent of sandalwood and chamomile from the aromatic candles, mixed in with_other_ scents, that brought a weak, nervous smile to Jasper's lips. Here, was a safety, a haven, where their secrets were whispered and shared without judgment.

Reginald sat beside Jasper, his expression a mix of concern and unwavering support.

"Jasper," he began, his voice becoming quiet and soothing, rather than the harsh, dominant tone it normally conveyed. "tonight, is yours. I've been your protector, your guardian, your lover... Tonight, I want to be more. I want to submit to you, to let you take the reins from me, to make me do as you wish, with me... please?"

Jasper's eyes widened with a mix of surprise and uncertainty. Reginald continued, his voice quiet and calming.

"I want you to be the assertive one, the dominant buck. I'll be obedient and loyal, your whim will be my command, letting you guide us. It's a role reversal, I know, a chance for you to experience control and strength."

He reached out, lightly cupping Jasper's muzzle in his paws. "I've seen the strength you possess, the resilience that brought you through unspeakable hardships. Tonight, my love, let me show you my trust, my submission - to your desires."

Reginald's antlers caught the light, glistening regally, as he gazed at Jasper with love and warmth in his eyes - his unwavering devotion. "You have the power tonight, my love. Lead us where you desire, and I will follow willingly."

"I don't - " Jasper gasped, his eyes wide and mouth falling open.

Reginald smiled, then lay himself down, resting his head on an expensive velvet pillow that supported his neck and head - his antlers almost touching the wall behind.

"I am yours, my love, do with me as you wish..."

Jasper was silent, his mind whirling, as he struggled to truly comprehend what his dominant, strong-willed lover had dropped into his lap.

As if perceiving the turmoil within Jasper, Reginald smiled, his eyes closed as he whispered soothingly.

"Anything..."

Nervously, Jasper nibbled delicately at the edge of a hooflet, torn between indecision and realization that his lover truly meant what he'd said. Carefully, Jasper rose, then paced the room for an unknown length of time, fighting his instincts, forced upon him, to submit, to obey - yet knowing Reginald did not make promises he could not keep.

In the dimly lit master bedroom, the air was charged with anticipation. Jasper, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement, delicately tied silk scarves around Reginald's strong furred wrists and ankles. At the soft touch of the fabric against his fur, Reginald's smile spread and his pelt rippled, a shiver running down his spine.

"Up, please - " Jasper whispered, lightly touching Reginald's chin.

Obediently, Reginald lifted his head, then felt a thick sleep mask placed over his eyes, the ends tied tightly behind his head. Now helpless, blind, and unknowing - apart from his hearing, Reginald's smile spread. His nostrils inhaled the scent of the candles, as he sighed in contentment and willingly submitted to his lover's attentions.

Jasper, now emboldened by Reginald's immobility, traced his hooflets lightly along the contours of Reginald's powerful, muscular body, eliciting subtle gasps and sighs. Jasper's touch was a cautious, gentle, almost feather-like caress and touch. Increasingly eager, Jasper could sense Reginald's vulnerability below the surface of his quivering pelt. This intimate act was not just about the physical pleasure, it was a profound exchange of emotions, a way for Jasper to reciprocate the care and protection he had received.

Reginald lost in the moment, surrendered to the sensations, allowing himself to be guided by Jasper's gentle touch.

"Oh..." Reginald gurgled, feeling Jasper's warm breath.

Jasper's gentle, skittish giggle floated to Reginald's ears.

*

Reginald lay, bound and blindfolded, immersed in the warmth of the bed and the scents enveloping him. The gentle touch of his lover's hooflets traced patterns on his chest, each movement a brushstroke on the blank canvas of his senses.

Jasper's weight settled over him, grounding Reginald in this moment. The blindfold heightened every other sense, the tension palpable in the air. As Jasper's touches spoke a silent language, Reginald surrendered to vulnerability. The scents of sandalwood and chamomile mingled with the rising warmth of their connection. A new scent reached Reginald's nose, and a small smile touched his dark-furred lips before he gasped and twitched as cold, viscous fluid was spread.

In the cocoon of darkness, Reginald's remaining senses added individual brushstrokes to the canvas of his mind. He could feel Jasper's warmth, the subtle shifts in the air currents as he moved forward, placing sticky paws on Reginald's chest. Bound and surrendered, Reginald embraced the trust of the moment. Unspoken promises hung in the air, a dance of shared emotion between them.

Reginald, confined as he was to touch, sound, and scent, surrendered himself to the emotions coursing through him, as he moaned, feeling the pressure ease as Jasper moved, then back again - subtly, carefully, and with exquisite gentleness. In that intimate encounter, two bodies become one, boundaries blurred and the connection between them deepened. Reginald's perspective, limited, yet rich, captured this moment like a photograph in his memories.

Again, he felt movement, sensual, pleasurable, and careful, before the weight returned once more, settling upon his waist and thighs. He twitched, feeling the coarse, rough fibers of a tail that slowly began to sway from one thigh to the other - increasing as quiet, anxious moans floated to his ears.

His own ears flicked, and then as he felt the tentative weight lean down over him, there was the barest brush of fur against his lips. Eagerly, Reginald opened his mouth, pressing his lips against those of his lover, their tongues mingling as he felt Jasper's quiet, quickening breaths - this intimate moment the two shared breath, adding yet more brushstrokes to the painting in his mind.

In the midst of their shared breath, the room seemed to disappear, leaving only themselves, and the symphony of senses. Reginald's heightened touch, through his fur and musculature, absorbed every nuance of Jasper's movements, from the subtle shifts in the air to the caress of his lover's body against his own.

As the kiss deepened, Reginald's mind became a beautiful canvas painted with the vivid hues of their connection and lovemaking. He sensed Jasper's passion, his own desires blending seamlessly with those of his lover. Their combined scent of arousal mingled with the comforting sandalwood and chamomile, creating an intoxicating fragrance that enveloped them.

Reginald surrendered not only to the intimate, physical sensations but also to the emotional tide that swept through him. The trust he had placed in Jasper was a profound declaration of his faith and love, love, that was being shared in this most intimate of moments. He felt Jasper's thudding heart against his chest, his panting, quickening breaths, as Jasper moaned softly and his tail swept from side to side even faster.

Each movement, careful and deliberate, brought Reginald closer and closer to finality. Each touch and caress with slick, sticky hooflets, conveyed Jasper's desire, transcending his need for words. His tail, now a flapping blur against Reginald's thighs, only added to the heightened sensations.

In this moment, the boundaries between dominance and submission blurred into non-existence. Reginald, usually the unwavering alpha, found solace in relinquishing control to his beloved Jasper. Their union was not just a physical act; it was a true celebration of their love, and trust and a testament to the strength of the Whitetail's spirit. As their shared breaths continued, Reginald's world narrowed down to a point, his body twitched and he felt, more than heard, the low, quiet gasp - a puff of breath that filled out Jasper's furred muzzle - as Reginald, gave himself completely to his lover - the Whitetail's muffled moans filling Reginald's ears, as he in turn, gave his lover his gift...

He lost himself, his hips desperately trying to buck against Jasper, but Jasper's positioning and weight held him down, Jasper's gurgles turning to broken, panting breaths as the warmth of what Reginald had given him, suffused his body. Both elk and whitetail, in that moment that felt like it stretched on for eternity, cherished the intimate dance, their consummation far from complete, the bonding of their bodies mingling with their souls in this beautiful, sensual moment together.

As the sensations gradually subsided, Jasper's movements became more subdued. Reginald felt the gentle rise and fall of Jasper's chest as the Whitetail caught his breath. Their shared room filled with the aftermath of their shared passion, and Reginald lay there, still bound and blindfolded, the soft bed beneath him a comforting presence - but not as comforting as the warmth of his lover upon him.

In the quiet aftermath, Reginald sensed through his lover's quivers and movements, that Jasper was becoming slower and more relaxed. His breathing slowly steadied, and the telltale signs of sleepiness manifested in the gentle twitches and sighs that accompanied his descent into slumber.

Reginald, though still bound and blindfolded, smiled. His heart swelled with love and admiration for the young Whitetail, who had brought such joy and warmth into his life. Despite his own heightened senses and the lingering echoes of their shared intimacy, Reginald's voice, rich with affection and post-pleasurable release, murmured to his beloved, as his tongue lovingly caressed the younger buck's furred cheek.

"Sleep, my dearest Jasper," he whispered his words a gentle lullaby. "Rest in the peace of our shared moment. I am bound and blindfolded, yet I am free in the embrace of your warmth and your love. Dream sweetly, my love."

Jasper succumbed to the embrace of slumber, Reginald remained bound, the warmth of their shared experience enveloping him in a cocoon of contentment and pleasure.

END