Slave Trade - Numb
Slave Trade Numb copyright 2012 comidacomida
Sidney felt a shiver run up his spine at the far-too-familiar tingling sensation of the Sardassi. His Master had given him instructions, however, and he was not about to go against Lord Hector's wishes. The fox made a cursory inspection of Tharis; the Sardassi had latched onto the bull's wrists and ankles and held him securely, though none of the crackling arcs of energy had yet begun.
Although the Slave Master had noticed Tharis' thick bronze nose ring, until the bull was strapped to the Sardassi, there hadn't been enough light for him to see the delicate golden chain leading away from it. The lead was little thicker than a fine necklace, but it was long-- long enough to wrap down Tharis' right arm, encircling it four times as it spiraled down and finally disappeared into the bull's clenched fist. The discovery was enough to make Sidney lag in his duty.
"Is everything alright, Sidney?" Lord Hector inquired from his chair.
"Yes, Master." the fox acknowledged immediately.
"Why the pause?" the stag questioned patiently.
"He..." Sidney delayed, not precisely sure how to explain what he was thinking, "He has a... a chain..."
"Yes he does." Lord Hector confirmed, "Gladiators outside of the pit are required to have a lead." Sidney cocked his head to the side as he glanced at the gold chain and the motion was not lost on the stag, "It doesn't look very sturdy, does it?"
The Slave Master shook his head, "No, Master."
"Some slave owners might choose something more restrictive but, as I said, Tharis is no longer a Gladiator... and the laws say that a lead is required, not that the slave must be shackled." Lord Hector turned his attention to the bull, "You prefer a gold lead over manacles, don't you, Tharis?"
"Yes, Master." came the flat, obedient response.
"You see, Sidney? It is a matter of following the law... and, of course, the chain is attached to his nose ring, and any slave owner knows that a nose ring is an excellent method for control... the pain of it being tugged on is enough to keep most slaves in line." the stag picked up a small goblet that sat on the floor next to his chair, "Nose piercings are a popular a method for gladiator control."
"Yes Master." Sidney acknowledged, accepting Lord Hector's explanation as fact.
"Now... continue with preparing Tharis for the Sardassi." the stag motioned to the large, immobile bull.
"Yes, Master." the fox looked back to the device and the slave positioned on it, and quickly avoided the return gaze from the massive bovine. Sidney checked the metal clasps on each of Tharis' limbs, gritting his teeth against the sensations he felt in the tips of his fingers each time he touched one; the tingling was mirrored beneath his loincloth, and he wasn't even the one strapped down.
The thought led the Slave Master into his next realization: just the faintest touch of the metal restraints caused his flesh to stir. Sidney also acknowledged at the same time that Tharis was not so responsive. The bull was strapped down and exposed to the entire device yet didn't show any reaction at all to it. Glancing at the slave's massive limp sheath, the fox was amazed that anyone would be so unaffected-- that anyone COULD be so unaffected.
"Tharis' neck restraint hasn't closed yet, Sidney." Lord Hector reminded the Slave Master, "See to it."
The fox jumped slightly, but did a show of hiding the surprise at the stag's voice by my moving quickly, standing up on one of the wooden blocks placed on either side of the Sardassi so he could reach the clasp. "Of course, Master." he acknowledged, sliding the strip of metal around the bull's throat. At first, Sidney thought that there was no way that it would possibly fit the girth of Tharis' neck but, as surely as the fox knew the Sardassi was magical, the metal made due; he quickly removed his paws the moment the two sides of the latch clicked together and began to hum.
"Very good, Sidney." Lord Hector stated, "Get a piece of chamoise leather and one of the blue bottles from the middle shelf." the stag motioned toward the storage closet.
"Yes, Master." the fox acknowledged and moved obediently to do Lord Hector's bidding. He found the door unlocked, and quickly located one of the bottles in question; everything was color coded and made it easy. The chamoise leather was kept in a large box on the bottom shelf, and Sidney took one at random; they were all the same size and he hoped that his master didn't have a specific one in mind. He returned to the stag with an item in either paw.
"Excellent." his master confirmed, "Tharis will need to be cleaned before we begin."
"Cleaned, Master?" Sidney questioned; he had been close enough to the bull to know that he must have had recently washed, "I do not understand... he is clean." he fought to keep a whine out of his voice; was he missing something?
Lord Hector smiled patiently and held up a ring, and Sidney paused, glancing back to the bull; he WASN'T wearing the ring. The stag waited until he had the fox's attention again before reiterating "You will need to unsheath Tharis and clean his penis before you put the ring on him. It is an important step for tonight's work."
Sidney didn't understand why Tharis had to be cleaned when his Master hadn't cleaned him during his paws-on instructional experience with the machine, but he was already too embarrassed at his lack of comprehension to even hint at wondering further; it was his place to obey whether he understood or not, "Yes, Master. Of course, Master." Sidney bowed his head, and slunk back to the bull, who remained completely disinterested with any of the goings-on around him.
The fox set the rag and the bottle on the edge of the Sardassi and glanced up toward Tharis' head and found the bull staring right back down at him; he quickly looked away, choosing to gaze at the object of his work: the slave's wrist-thick sheath and the fist-sized globes hanging heavily beneath it. Sidney swallowed involuntarily and, feeling Tharis' gaze on him the whole time, slowly reached forward and rested one paw on the flesh between the bull's legs.
Despite the fine layer of fur covering Tharis' sheath, Sidney could still feel his body heat through it. The flesh felt alive and warm yet, despite the touch, the bull didn't respond save to offer a faint snort; it sounded like pure indifference. The thought left the fox feeling a little disconcerted. Letting out a breath to steady himself, Sidney reached his other paw out and gently circled the tip of Tharis' sheath, and slowly began to ease it down.
The fox meticulously unsheathed the bull's shaft; he'd had enough experience under Lord Bulhue's command to know how to handle another male's member. Despite the fact that Tharis was larger than even his prior master, it mattered little; the concept was the same. Using both paws to withdraw the furred flesh from around the bull's organ. Sidney was completely fixated on the uncovered member by that point, realizing that it was not like Lord Bulhue's at all; it wasn't as thick, but it was FAR longer... of course, that was while it was still flaccid!
"...with the cloth." Lord Hector finished explaining, which was unfortunate for the fox, because he hadn't heard what had been said. Thankfully, the stag mercifully added, "Did you understand the directions, Sidney?"
"A thousand apologies, Master... I do not." the Slave Master begged forgiveness.
Lord Hector began reciting the directions in a simple manner. Use half of the bottle directly on Tharis' flesh. Use the other half on the leather, and then use it to make certain he is clean. Once you are done, you may put the ring on." and the stag paused a moment before repeating, "Do you understand the directions, Sidney?"
"Yes, Master. Yes." the fox nodded his head vigorously and, with one paw still holding the bull's sheath in a withdrawn position, he picked up the blue bottle and popped the cork. He looked back to Lord Hector for permission and, when the stag nodded, the fox slowly poured the bluish, syrupy fluid out onto Tharis exposed member. The bull snorted when the contents reached his shaft and Sidney realized a moment later why: the fluid was COLD. The fox quickly set the bottle down and pulled his paw back, gazing at the droplets that had soaked through his fur.
"Pay attention, Sidney." Lord Hector noted calmly.
Though the words held no sense of rebuke, the fox's tail tucked immediately, "Of course, Master... I'm sorry, Master." and his paw went back to the bull's sheath, which had rapidly moved to cover the exposed, furless flesh. He mindfully avoided the bluish syrup.
"The cleaner won't harm your paws, Sidney." the stag pointed out.
Sidney did not miss the pointed hint, and quickly changed his grip on Tharis, moving his paw to the base of the bull's shaft, "Yes, Master." and he reached over with his other paw, encircling the heavy meat and began to spread the cleaning fluid all over the slave's member. Although Sidney's fingers felt the cold acutely, it wasn't long before the syrup was warmed by their joint body heat, at which point it became less sticky, and far more viscous... it was almost... lewd. The fox felt a twinge in his sheath at the realization.
"Good, Sidney." Lord Hector complimented him, "And now the leather... clean up, and we will begin."
"Of course, Master. I am honored to serve." the fox bowed, using the action to also grab the cloth and the bottle with one paw, the other never leaving its hold on Tharis' surprisingly still flaccid flesh. Maneuvering the bottle into his muzzle, Sidney held the open end downward, aimed at the leather in his paw. once the bottle was emptied, he transferred the chamois to his fingers so he could drop the empty container into his palm and, from there, moving it to a resting place on the work table. He waited long enough for the cold fluid to warm up in his paw, and then got to work.
Using the silk-like cleaning leather, Sidney wrapped both paws around the bull's member and began to stroke it, spreading the bluish fluid all across Tharis' furless flesh. Sidney glanced up a single time from his ministrations to glance at Lord Hector, who was inspecting the Slave Master's work with a fine eye for detail. The fox also glanced once toward Tharis, who was no longer paying him any mind, gazing off instead disinterestedly at a wall. The fact that the bull's shaft was still limp was not lost to Sidney.
"Alright, Sidney... that will be fine." Lord Hector announced, "Put the cloth down." and, with that, the stag stood, and approached. Sidney obediently complied and took a step away from the Sardassi. The stag smiled, just a little, "Where are you going?"
"I..." the fox paused, "Was making room for you, Master."
Lord Hector chuckled at that, "No, Sidney... this is your task. I don't need any room." and, with that, he held out the all-too-familiar ring to the fox. Without showing any of the hesitation he felt, Sidney accepted the ring from his Master, who dropped it into his palm. The fox felt the impact of its faint weight in paw like the blow of a cudgel, and the near-overpowering sensation of the Sardassi's presence assailed him immediately.
Looking away from the hypnotizing form of his Master, the fox was stunned as his eyes fixated on the flesh emerging from Tharis' sheath. Sidney licked his muzzle, attempting to avoid salivating... but the indiscretion lasted only a moment before the bull turned to regard him; embarrassment and humility quickly took hold and the fox forced his gaze down to the ring... which was already glowing a fierce green.
The ring seemed laughably small compared to the girth of Tharis' flesh, but he didn't laugh at his master's next words, "Put the ring on Tharis, and we will proceed."
Acknowledging Lord Hector's command, Sidney returned to his place by the Sardassi even as Lord Hector went back to the chair. The fox's free paw went once again to the base of Tharis' member where the partially withdrawn sheath bunched up around the limp flesh. Sidney gave the bull's shaft a faint squeeze, using the pressure to cause the softness to firm up.
Letting out a breath of hopelessness, he placed the ring at the tip of the large slave's glans, and attempted to slide it into place; Sidney had never been more surprised when he found that he could somehow manage to work the metal ring down the length of the bull's penis. Astonishingly, Sidney realized that the ring was either far more malleable than he presumed, or the fantastic nature of the Sardassi somehow permitted far greater feats than he had expected from the strange device.
Drawing his paw away from the slave's sheath, the Slave Master shot an inconspicuous glance up at the bull's face; Tharis was still looking at the wall, blank and expressionless, as if the goings on didn't involve him in the least. Sidney found it disconcerting, but he pushed the thought aside and focused back on his task. Pressing the ring down into position, the bull's sheath was held in check by its presence. The moment it was in place, a powerful hum emerged from the Sardassi.
The fox was still dumbfounded with the realization that everything that had been done had done nothing toward exciting the slave; Sidney would have almost been insulted considering his training if not for the fact that one: he wasn't trying to stimulate the larger male and two: he was still far too worried about the presence of the Sardassi to take it personally. His attention was drawn back to Lord Hector when the stag pointedly cleared his throat.
"Sidney... you will find crystal flasks beneath the Sardassi... please gather one." his Master commanded.
"Yes, Master." he complied immediately. Letting go of Tharis' flesh, Sidney left the ring to keep things in place. Sidney had seen alchemy flasks before, and was not surprised at the appearance of the containers save for the flecked golden lips that ringed the broad opening of each. The fox knelt down and picked up one of a dozen identical looking, round-bottomed flasks, then stood once again and showed the item to Lord Hector, who nodded.
"Very good, Sidney..." the stag praised casually, "Now carefully connect the ring to the lip of the flask."
The Slave Master glanced between the golden-flecked opening of the container in his paw and the glowing ring encircling Tharis' manhood. Unwilling to hesitate following his Master's orders, Sidney upended the flask and slowly maneuvered the bull's flesh into the opening of the crystal container. At first the fox didn't think that the flask was long enough to accomodate Tharis' shaft but he was prove wrong as the ring and the crystal, upon touching, made an audible *click* and they snapped together, sealing immediately. The bull's flesh ran the length of the flask's neck, his glans just poking through to where its large, round base broadened out.
"Gods..." Sidney breathed.
"Perfect... well done." Lord Hector nodded, taking a sip out of his goblet before continuing, "Now come around to this side of the Sardassi." Sidney did as was directed and his Master nodded, "There's a good fox... now go to the controls and turn the Sardassi to the lowest setting."
The stag's praise went practically unnoticed as Sidney gingerly tip-toed around the device, mindful of the faint hum it elicited now that its captive was wearing the ring. The fox did not miss the rhythmic, pulsing green glow of the ring around the base of Tharis' shaft; Sidney knew it was mimicking the slave's heartbeat. Pulling his attention away from the huge bull penis, the fox instead focused on the control of the device and obediently pressed the lowest button, and took a quick step back-- nothing happened.
"Sidney... did you press the lowest button, or the second-lowest?" the stag questioned calmly. Upon that disguised reminder, Sidney remembered that the lowest button was off.
"Sorry, Maser." he spoke up, then corrected his mistake by pressing the next one up.
A jolt of energy shot through Tharis' body, causing his muscles to spasm slightly, visibly twitching beneath his thick hide. Other than the involuntary reaction, however, Sidney saw no discernible response from the bull. Tharis remained looking at the wall on the opposite end of the work shed. A second jolt of energy interrupted his sigh and Sidney saw the unmistakable twitch of the bull's jaw muscle, identifying the momentary clenching of teeth; the fox felt immediately sorry for the slave.
"Just relax, Tharis." Lord Hector spoke in a calming manner, though by Sidney's appraisal the bull didn't appear anything other than disinterested... almost.... bored.
"Master..." Sidney spoke at barely a whisper. He cleared his throat and hazarded a slightly louder voice, "Master?" and he shrank back just a little when he gained the stag's attention, but he spoke on, "He... is not responding to the Sardassi." and the fox motioned to the bull's shaft which, still gripped by the ring and the flask, was no firmer than it had been when it was first coaxed from its sheath.
"Tharis has been in service to me for over five years, Sidney." the stag offered calmly, "He is not unaccustomed to the Sardassi, and it is on its lowest setting... have patience."
"Of course, Master." the fox bowed his head, "I would never doubt you."
"I know you wouldn't." Lord Hector acknowledged, "Now... please select the middle setting, Sidney."
The Slave Master did as the stag commanded, and the hum from the Sardassi increased significantly. Little crackles of energy started in the glowing shackles around the bull's ankles and, as Tharis' fur began to stand on end, motes of lightning arced off of the individual strands of hair, cascading its way up to his groin. The slave remained casual; the jolting power turned the ring around his shaft into a glowing corona of light seemed to have no more effect on him than when they had first begun.
"Take a deep breath, Tharis." Lord Hector commanded and the bull replied obediently. The inflation of the slave's chest caused more jolts of electricity to rush through him and his abdominal muscles spasmed in response. Sidney watched with rapt attention as Tharis' thigh muscles twitched and clenched as the power shots its way up his body... but still the bull remained otherwise calm and collected, appearing almost bored with the process.
"Sidney," Lord Hector called to the fox, snapping him out of his fascination with the bull's body's response to the device, "Please increase the Sardassi to its high rating... the FOURTH button." the stag was quick to add the last portion of the order, but Sidney did not need the reminder; he shuddered inside to think what the truly highest rating would do.
Clenching his teeth, the Slave Master whispered a silent "I'm sorry." under his breath as he did as was commanded of him, trusting in Lord Hector's guidance to assure that things would turn out for the best in the end. Powerful jolts of lightning shot down Tharis' arms and up his legs, meeting in the middle of his body. The metal clasps securing the bull to the stone slab became the energy tethers that Sidney could still remember burning and freezing him at the same time, and he shuddered.
Sidney remembered the feeling of it, and reflected on the memory of seeing Slave Master Ulric convulsing on the Sardassi on the same setting. The Sardassi was blasting the bull with just as much power... but something was different... very different. The energy arcing through Tharis was NOT as great as Sidney remembered when he was on the Sardassi, which, in turn, was not as much as Ulric had suffered. The key, the fox recalled, was to not struggle.
"He is used to it." Lord Hector explained, answering Sidney's unspoken question. The fox remembered that the pain was at its worst when he had tried to fight, and Tharis was remaining surprisingly still despite the huge amount of energy blasting through his body. The bull's self control, Sidney considered, was probably unequaled.
"Now... listen to me VERY closely, Sidney..." the fox felt the stag's hand rest on his shoulder; Sidney had been so focused on the bull that he hadn't noticed his Master move, "I want you to press the highest button, and then IMMEDIATELY press the second-highest."
The fox felt his fur stand on end; the way Lord Hector specifically directed the command made Sidney's heart beat faster, "This one..." the Slave Master indicated the top button, "And then immediately after, I press this one." and he indicated the button that was currently impressed.
"Yes, Sidney." the stag confirmed, "the top button, and then that one. Do not hesitate between pressing them... do not count, or delay, or falter... do you understand?"
"I do, Master." the fox nodded, forcing himself to stop shaking.
"Then go ahead." and, with those three words, Lord Hector returned to his chair; Sidney realized a moment later that the movement back to his seat was so he wouldn't have to witness what came next. The fox, on the other hand, saw it all.
The moment Sidney's finger pressed the top button the Sardassi burst into a blazing azure light, and Tharis' otherwise passive demeanor finally changed. The bovine back arched, body thrust out from the stone table by the sheer force of the energy blasting its way through him. An arc of green electricity crackled in the air between the bull's two horns and, Sidney realized as his finger slammed into the next-lowest button, Tharis had been holding his breath; the bull coughed, sending out several puffs of steam as he did so.
"Are you still with us, Tharis?" the stag asked, slowly sitting back down into his seat, looking at his goblet rather than the bull. Sidney watched his master, identifying with Lord Hector's inability to look at the gasping slave.
"Yes..." the bull coughed again, voice trembling from the sheer amounts of power still coursing through him on the high setting, "...Master."
"Good... very good." the stag confirmed, "Sidney... please check Tharis for injury."
The fox obediently got back to his feet, standing up from his kneeling position beside the control panel. He quickly looked over the bull's wrists and ankles where the glowing bindings remained their unnaturally firm grip; there were obvious scorch marks in Tharis' fur, but surprisingly no scent of burning flesh-- the energy from the Sardassi apparently left his flesh unharmed. "He... is not burned, Master."
"And the flask?" Lord Hector questioned.
The fox looked to the container, "Empty, Master." Sidney was amazed at his own discoveryconsidering his memory of the Sardassi-- by all rights it should have held plenty!
"Indeed..." the stag nodded, "And any response from Tharis?" he added to the inquiry.
The fox wondered what Lord Hector wanted to hear considering the very visual response from Tharis during the briefest exposure to the highest setting, but he finally realized what the stag meant when he looked at the container a moment longer, "He... is..." Sidney recalled the many different ways he heard to describe the condition and used the one he remembered being the most official, "...erect... Master."
"Good..." Lord Hector let out a breath of relief, "Good..." and he took a swig from his goblet, then set it down, looking back to the fox, "Very well, Sidney... now we will get to the matter of why you are here tonight..."
The fox made no response to the comment, glancing up at the bull and then down at the Sardassi; wasn't THAT the reason he was present? Hadn't Lord Hector brought him to help with the operation of the Sardassi? He knew it was not his place to seek clarification, and so he kept his muzzle shut, and waited for his Master to continue.
"Lord Bulhue had you trained in many ways to bring pleasure to men and women... is this not correct, Sidney?" the stag asked in a neutral tone.
"Yes, Master." the fox nodded immediately.
"As time has gone by, Tharis has become less..." Lord Hector paused, searching for the right word, "...responsive to the Sardassi." The bull let out a faint snort in response, and a small series of sparks sprayed off of his nose ring. The stag continued unabated, "In most cases, the Sardassi elicits the desired response from its subject in a matter of minutes..." the stag sighed, rubbing the fur between his antlers, "Tharis is often subjected to over an hour at a time before we can collect his seed." Lord Hector looked to Sidney, "Do you understand?"
"Seed, Master?" the fox questioned.
"Tharis was a gladiator in his prime, Sidney." the stag noted, "His seed is in high demand, but, since he has a reputation as a warrior few Slave Owners are willing to deal with him... as a compromise, the Sardassi is able to harvest it, and phials may then be sold to buyers."
"He... is not allowed to mate with them..." the fox flicked an ear, "but they still want him to stud."
"Yes... very good." Lord Hector nodded, "And Tharis' place on these holdings is as a breeding slave. If he cannot breed then he will have no purpose..."
"And then Lord Levid would make you put him down." Sidney murmured... then immediately lowered his ears, tail tucking when he realized the stag's perceptive ears did not miss his words; one of them flicked at the comment.
"...correct." his Master noted at length, "and so I want you to see if you can help me ease the process for Tharis."
"How, Master?" the fox asked, not bothering to hide the excitement in his voice. Lord Hector held him in high regard for something, and was relying on him to help-- it was not a chance he would pass up to prove himself.
"Use your training as a body slave, and coax out of him what the Sardassi has to take by force." the stag stated in a very matter-of-fact tone. Despite his Master's discretion and use of courtly manners, his orders were clear.
"Yes, Master." Sidney nodded resolutely, and, throwing away his fear of the Sardassi, the fox turned to the device's captive. The bull's attention was no longer on the wall; having obviously overheard their Master's direction, Tharis' attention was now solely on Sidney, but the fox wasn't about to let anxiety of an audience bother him-- he'd been subjected to an audience before while in service to Lord Bulhue, and that was under far less comfortable situations, and during much more painful experiences.
Sidney was not meek when he reached out to cup one of the bull's testicles in his palm, but the moment his flesh connected to the furred sac he realized that he hadn't completely thought through the ramifications of touching someone connected to the Sardassi, and he let out a noiseless scream as the energy passed right into him-- though the result wasn't exactly what he had expected.
In the split second that the power created a circuit of his body, Sidney was blasted through with the indifference and apathy that filled Tharis. He felt the bull's boredom and ennui; he could catch a glimpse of the shattered pride of a slave that had come close to leading the life of a lord-- the fame and adoration of the people of the city now long gone, and he was left to the useless life of giving up his seed to a cold, unfeeling device that took it from him by force. He hadn't known the touch of another person, man or woman... just the the soft guidance of Lord Hector through gentle tugs on his lead... he hadn't felt contact with another in years... not until Sidney.
The moment the blast of energy left him, he realized that it took with it an echo of all of the fox's emotions, and thrust those forcefully into the bull. Like the rings in a pond bouncing off of its shores, Sidney could feel the rebounding responses Tharis had of the sensations that washed over him-- unlike him, the fox still very much had a vitality for life... of feelings and experiences... of sensations and interactions... of wants... of desires.
All of these things were something that had left Tharis for so long... Tharis felt Sidney's newest sensation: at his most recent task, the fox felt useful. More so than that, even as Sidney stared at Tharis endowments, the bull felt Sidney's lust for him. It wasn't something the fox could have hidden even if he wanted to-- Sidney had come to enjoy males, and Tharis was SUCH a male! Within that, however, the Slave Master felt the echo of a realization from the bull; he had not been so desired by anyone or anything in years.
Tharis let out a strangled gasp as his hips hunched, sending another jolt of power through them and Sidney yanked his hand free from the energy tether that connected them; the empathic exchange lasted barely a second, and yet it was already too much for the fox. The Slave Master collapsed on the ground, moaning as his erect flesh coated the inside of his loin cloth with jet after jet of sticky seed... but he wasn't the only one forced into a release.
The bull groaned, his arms and legs working against the restraints even as they created spider webbing jolts of electricity throughout his body. His entire member was aglow from the power surging through it as blast after blast of ejaculate splattered against the inside of the flask. Even as Sidney was picking himself up off of the ground, little droplets of his own fluid dripping off the end of his loincloth, he could do nothing but stare as Tharis' body was sent through the throes of a Sardassi-induced orgasm... and it was a powerful one.
The fox's jaw dropped open when he saw that the bull was well on his way to filling the entire flask, Tharis' testicles quivering within their tightly-drawn scrotum as his member pulsed and pulsed, shooting powerful blasts of fluid against the inside of the crystal container. Just when Sidney thought that the flask wouldn't be able to hold more, the jolts of energy began to subside... and that's when Lord Hector finally spoke up.
"You may turn off the Sardassi, Sidney..." the stag announced, "Do you remember the words?"
"Sardassi'en ee'nu." the fox stated immediately, and the device's restraints immediately released Tharis who, completely slack, slumped immediately down to the floor.
Lord Hector stood, and approached them both, stopping by Sidney just long enough to pat him on the head; it took the fox everything he had to silence an embarrassing purr. "Good... very good, Sidney." and he reached down to help Tharis to stand; the bull did so obediently, still breathing heavily. Lord Hector held out a hand to Tharis, who pulled the crystal flask off of his member with an audible *pop*. The slave handed the item to their Master, who stoppered the container with a crystal end cap. "You may take the ring back, Sidney." the stag added.
The Slave Master, suddenly very self-conscious, glanced at jewelery surrounding the still-firm flesh. As he regained the gumption to reach out and obtain the ring, Tharis beat him to it. The bull nimbly drew the item off, and dropped it into Sidney's grasp; it landed with a muted, sloppy impact. Before his very eyes, the large, Tharis-sized ring shrank back to its normal size, leaving a smear of bull cum on his palm.
"You did very well tonight, Sidney." Lord Hector reiterated, "I am pleased with your progress."
"Thank you, Master." the fox beamed, tail swishing with elation.
"Please clean up the shed and return to the stables." the stag announced, holding a hand out to Tharis. The bull obediently unwound the golden chain from his arm and placed the end of it in Lord Hector's grasp, "I will call upon you later tomorrow." And, with that, he left the shed, bovine slave moving along behind him. Sidney wondered at his last glance of Tharis if it was just his imagination, or if the bull looked just a little less numb.