Presented to the Emperor
(The Romans adopted the term Caesar as a way to refer to all of their emperors after Caesar as an honour to him.)
"As requested Caesar, the newest member of your Imperial Guard." The ox indicates to the young wolf to his side.
The stallion smiles approvingly and waves the captain of his guard off without looking at him. The ox salutes and quickly departs.
The Emperor goes back over to his bed and lays half way upon it. "You look as if you have something to say Manius."
The wolf blinks in surprise, "You know my name?"
A sour look appears on the Emperor's face, "Do you think me so naive that I would choose to place people on my personal Imperial Guard without knowing who they are?"
The wolf blushes, his ears so back and he stutters, "N...No...Caesar of course not I didn't mean...I mean."
To see the wolf squirming already brought the all black stallion great pleasure; already he can feel his loins start to stir with anticipation. "Of course not, of course not, you are still young are you not and sometimes the inexperience of youth misspeaks. How old are you?"
"I reached the age of adulthood two months ago." The wolf shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
"Ah to be that young again, once you have lived thirty years you look at those living in their prime with envious eyes."
The wolf is quick with a reassurance, "You are in your prime even now Caesar, and there is no one who is your equal on and off the battlefield. Everyone knows this."
The stallion stands back up and begins to slowly start to pace around the young soldier. The soldier's head turns to follow the Emperor's movements but when he starts to turn his body the Emperor yells, "When did they start allowing soldiers to move about as they please while they are suppose to be standing at attention?!"
The wolf snaps back into place, staring forward and willing himself not to move as he can feel the stallion's intimidating presence come up behind him. "I don't recall telling you to become at ease."
"I...I am sorry Caesar."
"As you should be, if you are to be in my Imperial Guard which is a highly rewarding position you must do as I order you. Do you know why?"
"Because you are my Emperor."
The stallion leans forward a bit so that his head is near resting on the wolf's shoulder. The equine can't help but run a single finger back and forth over the wolf's forearm and exposed lower bicep. For the millionth time he thanks the gods for whoever designed the uniforms that roman soldiers wear.
Tunics, with tight chest pieces over top, short sleeved allowing easy arm maneuverability also exposing the well define arm to sun and eye. Battle plates off the chest piece in almost a kilt type fashion to protect nether regions leading down to exposed legs and finally ending at calf defining shin guards and sandals.
All and all quite fabulous...and quite tempting.
Here the stallion can feel the wolf's muscles twitch in reaction, finding the touch exciting but both men try to ignore the action as they continue talking. "And why do you have to listen to your Emperor?"
The wolf is finding it hard to concentrate; the Emperor's touch no matter how subtle is quite distracting. He can feel his sheath filling up, and tries to will away the arousal before the stallion notices.
His Emperor moves around so that they are facing one another once more. "Because the Emperor is Rome and I belong to Rome."
\ "Therefore you belong to me?"
The wolf nods.
"I knew you had what it takes to be here. Do you know why I chose you Manius?"
The wolf shakes his head.
"Surely you must be curious."
After a moment's pause the wolf nods, "I will admit sir I have been curious as to how a raw soldier like me ended up here."
"Do you want me to tell you?"
The wolf nods.
The stallion smiles, "Then ask."
"Alright...Caesar what have I done to attract your attention?"
The stallion leans in close and whispers in Manius'ear. "Nothing...yet."
The confused wolf watches the Emperor sink to his knees. "At the time you had yet to do anything, but I knew the moment I saw you on the training grounds that you had the potential to be everything I want and need."
The wolf feels the horses hands start to touch his thighs, "So much potential in this body of yours, so much I want to know about you..."
The stallion starts to raise his hands up, drifting towards the inner thigh and starting to disappear under the tunic. "Remember I ordered you to stand at attention and disobeying a direct order has the penalty of death."
Just as he uttered the word death his hands reached the full and thick sheath of the soldier and rubbed it along its full length to accent the word.
He watches the wolf's ears go back; his eyes squeeze shut and his colour rise as he tries to maintain his discipline. Such an effort arouses the stallion incredibly to the point where he can start to feel his cock emerge from the sheath and rub against the inside of his toga.
"If I am Rome and everything is mine then this is my right is it not?"
He raises the front plate and tunic up exposing the heavy large balls of the wolf, the sheath that is as grey as the rest of his fur and the currently 4 inches of pink, exposed, dripping pre, cock.
The wolf nods vigorously trying to maintain himself, caught in a mixture of fear and arousal.
"If it is my right, and I may do as I want..." The stallion leans forward and takes a long slow tour of the exposed flesh with his tongue before pulling back and finishing his sentence. "Then say that such is true."
The wolf hesitated, staring down at the eyes of his Emperor terrified as to what he should do but once irritation started to cross the stallion's face he quickly said. "It is your right, do as you w-w-w-wish!"
The stutter came from the feeling of the Emperor's muzzle engulfing his cock as he spoke and the teeth of the horse pushing and pulling on his sheath as the head bobble up and down on his cock.
He moans out loudly as the attention being paid to his cock makes it start to ache and then all of a sudden the attention stops. The Emperor stands up bemused, and before saying anything grabs the sides of the wolf's head and pulls him into a deep kiss.
It is almost more than he can handle, the feeling of being molested so, rough handled and now tasting what he must assume is his own pre on the tongue of his lord as it invades and explores his muzzle. The feeling of being overpowered is frightful yet exciting.
"You moan like a female on her first time."
The guard blushes deeply, his tail curling between his legs, and his ears folding right back on his head. "Haven't you ever been with anyone before?"
The Emperor tries to hold the wolf's gaze and rubs himself absently as the wolf's eyes averted to the floor.
The wolf feels the Emperor wrap an arm around his shoulder, "Walk with me."
Together the two start to walk forward, unknowingly in the case of the wolf towards the Emperor's bed. "There is nothing to be ashamed of. We all have our pleasures for the first time at some time and we all have ours differently."
The wolf is surprised when with a rather hard shove he falls onto the bed face first. As he starts to turn around and get up he feels strong hands grip his hips and push him back onto the bed, holding him there; back pressed against the sheets looking up at the Emperor.
"You just have a more feminine way about finding pleasure apparently, going by how you moan and carry on. Do you know how female's find their pleasure?"
Perplexed all the wolf does is stay motionless, looking at the stallion in confusion.
"They get off when they get a dick stuck in them."
The Emperor's hands move so quickly that the wolf needs an extra moment to understand where he is. Which is on his back, knees being pushed back, the Emperor's weight holding him in place with his calves sitting on the equine's shoulders.
Just like how he has seen more than one girl get fucked...
The wolf starts to squirm and thrash, yelling out protests and after a moment they get even more animated as he feels something very large start to push into his virgin hole setting his body on fire.
"...MAINUS!" The Emperor is finally able to get his attention. "Why fight so?"
The wolf growls, "Because I am not like this, I am strong, and proud and male!"
The Emperor smiles, "Yes, yes you are that is why I knew I have to have you." He pushes another 4 inches of his thick dripping equine cock into the virgin hole causing the wolf to howl out again. "But you are like this...your chestplate tells it so."
As another four inches invades his backside, forcing their way through the tight passage the wolf can barely ask, "What?"
The Emperor pauses his cock's advance to give the wolf a moment to get his wits about him then runs a finger over the soldier's chest piece. "Does this smell as if it is mine?"
The wolf tries to turn his head away as the Emperor smears something onto his muzzle. Every part of his brain misfires as he realizes that the smell is he, or more directly his seed.
The wolf finds himself lapping at his muzzle in an attempt to try and clean it off all the while leaning into the scratching of his ear by the equine's hand as the equine repeatedly tells him that he is 'doing so well'.
Once his senses return he realizes that he is hip to hip with the Emperor and that there is something massive inside of him, massive, warm and throbbing. He looks up to the stallion with fear in his eyes and receives a reassuring stroke of the muzzle.
"Never before have I seen a body so greedy for my 19 inches...someone who wanted it so bad..."
The wolf goes to protest but just as he is about to, half of the equine cock leaves his body and is thrust back in once more.
As he begins to fuck the young wolf without mercy or care he finds himself becoming infatuated with him. The feel of the wolf's teeth against his arm is exquisite as Manius bites and thrashes against the Emperor. The feeling is so exquisite that the stallion repositions himself and his guard so that they may be chest to chest as he finishes himself in the now worn and used tail hole.
Once strength leaves him with his third load of seed, the Emperor lets the wolf go and smiles at him. "It seems in your excitement you ended up spraying seed onto your neck.
The wolf wipes it away with a tired hand, a hand which the Emperor grabs by the wrist and licks clean.
"I think later this evening I will have the wine directly from the vine. How would you feel about that...second lieutenant?"
The wolf's eyes went as wide as saucers to be promoted so highly so quickly...he nods not thinking straight. Trying to regain his senses, trying to see if his legs still work, or if the emptiness he now feels inside will leave him a shell of a male all he can say in response is , "Ave...Caesar..."
And murr a little upon receiving the Emperor's touches of affection in response.