M/M Master and His Buck

Story by Cederwyn Whitefurr on SoFurry

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Master and His Buck is a fictinoal tale involving one of my fursonas, Cederwyn Whitefurr, exploring a long held fantasy of my own, about owning a young Whitetail - be it a Doe or a Buck. I've always had such a strong emotional connection to them, and in this tale, Cederwyn raises Hartley from a fawn, buildig the bonds of love, trust and friendship with the 13 mnth old Stag. Such is their bond, that Cederwyn has 'taught' Hartley how to be the strange Mule Deer/Human hyrbid's 'doe' when Ceder feels the urges to breed - and he does so with Hartley's love, consent and eagerness. However, one day, Hartley takes a strange turn, and Cederwyn realises his young Buck is now 'of breeding age' - so decides to plexplore these new sensations and feelings with Hartley - who enthusiastically coplies with his beloved owners wishes - and Cederwyn comes to know hartley as a true Buck - when Hartley breeds to Cederwyn, much to the hybrid's pleasure - this only serves to reinforce their love for each other, as master and pet.


Master and his Buck

(C) Cederwyn Whitefurr

All Rights Reserved

January, 2015

Hartley flew around the high fenced enclosure, his cloven hooves beating a stattico cadence of hoof-beats as the yearling Whitetail ran past his adopted owner again, passing just inches from him and began looping around again. Cederwyn giggled, watching the hand reared yearling burning off his excessive energy, then held his black gloved paw out and felt it brushed against Hartley's sweaty back as the Whitetail against swept past him, dust trailing in his wake.

Finally, Hartley's energies were burned off, and he slowed gradually, before he trotted over and lovingly rubbed his muzzle against Ceder's outstretched paws. Cederwyn playfully caressed the sweaty Stag's muzzle, then delicately scritched him between the antlers, noting the two pronged each antlers we tipped with razor sharp spines.

"Do you feel better my dear?" Cederwyn asked, as he lifted Hartley's muzzle to gaze lovingly into his eyes.

Hartley blinked, his ears flicking as he didn't understand half of what his owner was saying, but the scent from the strange Buck brought Hartley pleasure, and he stepped a half step forwards, his long supple tongue licking his owners chin in adoration and love. Ceder giggled and scritched Hartley again behind the ears, watching as the placid young Buck tilted his head and quivered under the gentle scritches.

"I know what you like Hartley - " Ceder smiled, and leaned down to lick from the bridge of Hartley's nose to his forehead. "Come on, I'll give you a bath and rub you down, you're all wet and sticky with sweat."

Hartley frowned, then as Cederwyn turned away and picked up the halter, Hartley snorted and shook his head.

"Honey, you know I need to put this on you - I know you hate it, and I hate it as well, but I need to do it - you're as kind, gentle and trusting as a puppy - but the law states you must be haltered and have a lead rope - not that I need one for you, now stop being a sooky Doe and stand still." Ceder admonished Hartley lightly.

Hearing his owners voice change, Hartley hung his head in submission and snorted, as Ceder gently slipped the snug fitting halter and tied the buckles, before snapping the lead rope to the chin eyelet under Hartley's muzzle. Taking the rope in his paw, Ceder turned about and Hartley obediently followed, Ceder not even needing to give the rope a gentle tug, so well trained was Hartley to the lead, Ceder could have just draped it over the young Whitetail's neck and Hartley would follow anyway.

In his own way, Hartley loved and adored his strange owner - sure - other humans with Ceder's permission, would give Hartley a pat or a scratch, he adored this, but his one true love was this strange, enigmatic Buck - whose mixture of scents - being a Mule Deer, Human cross, confused Hartley at times - but he'd grown up from his earliest memories as a fawn - and had bonded to the one who had loved him, fed him and cared for him. Hartley, for a non-gelded yearling, had no concept of anger and aggressive behaviour, Ceder had raised him right, and Hartley was as gentle as a mouse with anyone - even if unintentionally frightened, he'd never try to hurt someone, he'd just drop his head and back away, trying to appear submissive and non-threatening.

Ceder led Hartley through the rabbit warren of fencing that separated the paddocks and enclosures, other Deer could be seen through the fencing, most just ignored the bipedal stag and the Whitetail who obediently followed - a few come up and stared inquisitively, but Hartley never baulked or spared more than a glance, content to follow his owner without question.

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Hartley snorted and nibbled at Cederwyn, who giggled and brushed Hartley's fur the wrong way along his back, ensuring the special soap and water penetrated down against Hartley's skin. Ceder tolerated Hartley's playful nibbles, as he picked up the hose and washed away the soap and scrubbed Hartley's back and rump with his fingers, massaging and scratching to lift any loose skin and dirt, before Hartley sneezed and shook himself like a dog, the water spraying from his soft fur in rippling waves. Ceder giggled, as naked as the day he'd been born, knowing Hartley often shook himself off when being bathed and not having spare robes, Ceder just bathed Hartley naked - not that either of them cared...

Hartley's tail snapped up as Ceder rubbed his soapy hands over it, and Ceder giggled shyly, before swallowing and trembling, as his black furred fingers lightly trailed up Hartley's tail. Stepping back, Cederwyn couldn't help but feel his eyes draw to the tightly puckered sphincter of Hartley, then the pale white of the rump and the medium-sized testicles covered in a gossamer like fur that hung beneath Hartley's thighs. Ceder swallowed, then lightly brushed his fingers over Hartley's rump, then felt the young yearling quiver and twist his neck around to look back at his owner.

"Hartley..." Ceder stammered, his paws trembling. "I know we've - played - before, when you were younger and I'd train you..."

Hartley, still not comprehending much of what Ceder said, began flagging his tail from side to side, getting an impression of what Ceder wanted, more than his words.

"You're such a beautiful, gentle, loving Buck - " Ceder admitted, as he smiled and trailed his fingertip lightly up and down Hartley's sphincter, feeling the whitetail quiver again and slightly crouch.

"No Hartley - not here my love - not out in the open, where we can be caught!" Ceder gasped, as he shivered and felt the faint urges grow within him as he stepped back around to Hartley's side and resumed washing the Stag clean.

Hartley blinked, then grunted softly and seemed to realise his owner whilst 'interested' was not yet willing to play with him in a breeding sense. Hartley wasn't too bothered, he knew sometimes his owner confused him with touches like that, but Hartley knew the 'right' caresses for when he was going to be bred by his master...and these weren't it. Content, Hartley stood patiently as Ceder began washing his belly, then he snorted and licked up a hind cloven hoof as Ceder's fingers trailed lightly along Hartley's sheath.

"Sorry honey - " Ceder blushed, then laughed nervously. "I forget you're ticklish there - and I just chastised you for wanting to play...then I go and do that. Alright, we're done - now stand still whilst I get the towels..."

Hartley snorted again, his ears flicking before he watched Ceder walk away, returning shortly with four large, thick towels - even though Hartley didn't know what they were called but he stood patiently as Ceder began using them to rub him down, the young yearling enjoying the affections of his owner, then finally shaking himself when Ceder put the towels aside. Nuzzling his owner affectionately, Hartley timidly bumped his nose against Ceder's chest, then looked up into his owners eyes and bleated softly.

Ceder frowned, then looked back, before Hartley nudged him a little more insistently, his tail upright and flagging slowly from side to side as he tilted his head and bleated again like a Doe.

"Hartley...I don't understand what you want - are you hungry my love? Thirsty?"

Hartley snorted, then nuzzled Cederwyn's paws and licked then delicately, before he quivered and Ceder's nostrils flared as he caught the faintest of musky scents from Hartley.

"Oh...oh...my..." Ceder giggled shyly.

Quickly, Ceder looked around, then nodded and took up the lead rope and led Hartley back through the maze of fences, stopping at a 10' high wooden door. Hartley nudged Ceder insistently in the back, then snorted as Ceder reached back to lightly tap Hartley's muzzle.

"Patience my love, patience - " Ceder admonished him lightly, as he pushed up the plank that held the pen door closed, then opened it wide enough for himself and Hartley to walk in.

Hartley obediently followed, then froze and his senses went on alert, as he gazed around at the dark confines, but a gentle paw on his neck quickly calmed him as Ceder began pulling the heavy door almost fully closed - barely a sliver of light shining through the doorway, before Ceder gasped and felt Hartley nuzzle under Ceder's tail.

"Hartley!" Ceder squealed, as he jumped and shivered.

Hartley squealed himself and shied away, thinking he'd upset his owner, but Ceder merely turned and knelt, then held his paws out and the young Whitetail blinked in the gloom, then approached and nuzzled affectionate against Ceder's shoulder.

"I'm sorry my love, you - it startled me half to death, now - what's gotten into you, you're not usually this - forward." Ceder smiled, and licked Hartley's forehead.

Hartley snorted and shook himself, before he looked down at Cederwyn's furred sheath, then back up at Cederwyn himself, Hartley's eyes widening as he adjusted to the dim interior, and his tail started to flag slowly from side to side.

"Oh..." Cederwyn gasped, as the realisation slowly started to sink in. "You're...wanting to play - and things - now I understand, must be the scent of the other deer - and besides - I too feel the urges my love, this...room is often used for breeding, so there's a lot of scents of such in here...your senses are sharper than mine, they must be driving you almost wild with feelings you..."

Cederwyn's laid his hand on Hartley's neck, then he closed his eyes and the empathic link formed, as Ceder gasped and felt the primal urges Hartley's emotions conveyed to him. Animals didn't 'feel' as humans did, so the emotions were almost foreign to Ceder, but the warmth he felt from Hartley, both physically and emotionally, as the Stag stood patiently and quivered lightly.

"You're..." Cederwyn whispered, his eyes widening. "Harley, you're only thirteen months old - you should be feeling - what you're feeling, sure - we've...I...have played with you and bred you as gently as I can and..."

Hartley snorted, then twisted out of Cederwyn's grasp and stood before him, before he nuzzled against Ceder's belly and licked him adoringly, gazing up at his owner with a look of complete trust and love.

Cederwyn was a moment assimilating Hartley's feelings and understanding them, before he knelt on the soft sand, then spread his knees apart until he was comfortable and Hartley stood over him, looking down at his owner and flagging his tail slowly from side to side. Cederwyn placed his paws on Hartley's neck, then slid them down under his throat and squeezed with three fingertips lightly, and Hartley's flagging tail instantly began to blur as he received the permission to play, he so desperately craved.

"Now, my lovely young buck - " Cederwyn smiled, as he slipped his paws under Hartley's chest and caressed lovingly.

Hartley blinked, then shivered and splayed all four legs out and slightly crouched, willingly submitting to Ceder's affections, his total faith in his owner. Cederwyn smiled, then crept forwards on is furred knees and began licking and nibbling lightly against Hartley's chest, feeling the young Whitetail tremble.

"Hartley my love, please lay down." Ceder whispered, as he lightly tapped Hartley's front legs.

After a moment, Hartley complied, sinking to his knees then laying on his belly. Cederwyn gently pushed him onto his left side, and Hartley lay contentedly, breathing deeply and his tail slapping against the sandy floor. Ceder adored Hartley, his willingness, his intelligence - as far as deer went - and his total, unimpeded obedience to Cederwyn's wishes.

Ceder continued to lightly lick and nibble along Hartley's chest, slowly working his way back, then Hartley grunted and flinched as Ceder's furred fingers lightly brushed the Whitetail's long, furred sheath.

"Its alright my love," Ceder whispered, as he carefully wrapped his fingers round Hartley's sheathed penis and began to tenderly stroke.

Hartley was used to it, Ceder had felt him up many many times since he was only a few weeks old, getting him used to the gentle touch, but it was still a little frightening for him, and Ceder was very mindful of Hartley's emotions. Gently, Ceder continued to lightly masturbate Hartley's sheath, feeling it firming and growing, until Hartley snorted and flinched - his firm erection snapping the sheath back and the 9 and a half inch long pale deer length slid forth. Hartley snorted again, then shivered as he felt Cederwyn's fingertips lightly walk up the slender length.

"Hartley...oh, my dear, sweet, gentle Stag, good boy...very..good boy - " Cederwyn's moaned, as he tentatively licked closer, then lightly encircled Hartley's penis near the sheath and lightly lifted it away from his belly.

Hartley quivered, but knowing from experience and having his faith in Cederwyn, he didn't squeal or try to kick, he just shuddered deeply and closed his eyes - knowing what was coming. Ceder smiled, then began over-salivating, ensuring his tongue and muzzle was soon dripping with saliva as he swallowed, looking down at the pale length he held with the gentlest of touches in his left paw. Waiting until Hartley full quietened down, Ceder crept forwards a little closer before he lightly licked along Hartley's penile length, feeling the Whitetail's breathing quickening and a low coughing grunt from him.

"Easy my love...we've done this multiple times before - you know how gentle I am and..." Cederwyn's voice got muffled, as he lay with his head against Hartley's firm muscled belly, then closed his eyes and took the trembling Stag's penis into his muzzle and began suckling like a nursing fawn.

Hartley twitched and shuddered, but he didn't try to shy away as Cederwyn's wet muzzle slipped almost half way down, before Ceder swallowed and carefully adjusted his head and neck, making it easier to please his beloved companion and slipped three inches into the back of his throat. Flagging his tail, but the distinctive scent of his nervousness coming to Ceder's nostrils, Hartley was torn between his fear and the very real arousal and pleasure his owner was bringing him.

For nearly ten minutes, Cederwyn orally pleasured Hartley, before the young Buck trembled and Ceder blinked, before he gasped and Hartley gave a sharp, convulsive thrust and drove his full length into Cederwyn's muzzle and throat as his very first orgasm caused him to squeal and begin panting - the hot semen spurting down Cederwyn's throat. Ceder shuddered and instinctively began swallowing the copious flood that Hartley's tightening scrotum was sending in what felt like an endless river.

Helpless, Ceder could only splay his black furred paws against Hartley's belly and continued to gasp and swallow, until at last, Hartley shuddered once more and his flanks heaved with exhaustion, his chest moving like a blacksmiths bellows as he struggled to draw enough oxygen into his lungs and Ceder gaped and continued swallowing until he'd finally purged his muzzle and throat of the sticky Whitetail semen.

"Hartley.." Ceder gurgled, as he flicked his long floppy ears back, then rolled onto his back, his head pressed against Hartley's quivering stomach. "That...my love - I've never - "

Hartley twitched and gave a weak grunting cough, his body quivering and fur rippling as his mind tried to assimilate what had happened to him. Already, the urges, scents and instincts were awakening in his mind - he could smell his own strong, musky scent, the mixed ones of Cederwyn and more than a little spilled semen and oestrus doe sent that had soaked into the sand on which he lay - all worked upon the young yearlings mind and soon, he shivered and struggled to his hooves, shaking himself off and nuzzling his panting master who lay flat on the sandy floor.

Hartley's penis was still fully aroused, and a pale liquid dribbled from the sensitive glans as he nudged his owner, the urges to breed and the overwhelming drive beginning to claim the young Buck. Ceder's eyes widened, before he giggled and shivered, then obediently rolled onto his paws and knees, and lightly reached back to grasp at Hartley's front legs just behind the knees. Inexperience showed, as Hartley reared up and his cloven hooves kicked and scratched at Cederwyn's back and hips, causing him to cry out and shudder. Hartley had never mounted anything in the past and it took nearly three quarters of an hour for the aroused and frustrated Whitetail to finally learn how to straddle Ceder's furred back. Cederwyn felt the firm penis pressed between his back and Hartley's belly, as the young Stag grunted and tried to thrust.

"Hartley, my love - " Cederwyn giggled, then bracing himself a best he could, he pushed Hartley back until the stag's penis, which dribbled more of the clear, sticky fluid, slid under Cederwyn's tail.

From here, Hartley seemed to rely more on his instincts from untold generations, as he skittishly shifted his weight from one cloven hoof to the other, giving tentative thrusts before he felt his penis press against Cederwyn's white furred rump. With little hesitation, Hartley tensed then thrust savagely forwards and the convulsive lunge was followed a heartbeat later by his grunt as another powerful orgasm flooded into Cederwyn's unprepared body, making the Mule Deer/Human hybrid gasp in pain and then unimagined pleasure as Hartley drove his full length inside Ceder.

Warmth spread from Cederwyn's rump, as Hartley took a step back, his penis barely sliding out, before he grunted and smacked his groin forwards again, another orgasm squirting from him and making Ceder squeal and tremble in pleasure - the pain of the feral mounting quickly forgotten, as Hartley stepped and lunged once more - this time with everything he had in reserve - a last and almost as powerful orgasm flooding forth before he shuddered and collapsed onto Cederwyn's back, giving a few loving nuzzles before he stepped backwards and dismounted - a large splash of Hartley's semen spattering onto the sand, as Cederwyn gasped and gripped the sand beneath his paws, shuddering and moaning.

He'd never experienced a feral Deer lovemaking like this - this was beyond even Cederwyn's wildest ideas - and as he felt Hartley lick and nuzzle against Cederwyn's tail, Ceder shuddered and dropped his rump.

"Hartley, to me my love - " Cederwyn croaked, his throat aching, but the Buck obediently approached, then stood and nuzzled his owners wet, sweating ears. Cederwyn reached out and wrapped his around around Hartley's chest, pulling him close. At first, Hartley dug his hooves in and resisted, but his love for cuddles and hugs overcome his fear, and he obediently stepped forwards and lay himself down over Cederwyn's body, his forelegs folded comfortably over Cederwyn's shoulders, and hind legs splayed out, but relaxed on the ground either side of Cederwyn's hips.

"My gorgeous, gentle, loving Buck - " Cederwyn murmured, feeling Hartley still erect penis pressed tightly against Cederwyn's sheath, the sensation almost making Cederwyn's own length slide forth, but he fought back the urges and emotions. "I love you Hartley, ever since you were a little fawn, curled up in my lap and I'd feed you the milk...I'd never, ever, do anything to hurt you my love...I know that...and so do you, in your own way..."

Hartley didn't understand a word - other than his name - and he merely looked down at his owner with a look of love, trust and adoration, before he bleated like a Hind and licked Cederwyn's muzzle and forehead.

Somehow - Cederwyn knew everything was going to be alright....

END