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Castor's Cum for Txeptirea by Draconicon

The open road wasn't necessarily a safe place for most travelers, but Castor wasn't 'most travelers.' In fact, at that very moment, the wolf was shaking his head at a fox that seemed to assume that was all he was, a sword in hand as he approached the masked bandit.

"You should have waited for some pretty wench to come down the road, not someone already armed," he said. "Better yet, you should have stayed home today, and not gone robbing anyone at all."

"Mmph. But then I wouldn't see you."

"And you think it's a good thing you did?"

"Judging by that bulge?"

The fox pointed at Castor's crotch, and the wolf snarled. Trust a pervert like one of your kind to look there, first, he thought. He'd make this quick; he didn't want the blood of a fox on his blade.

He lifted his sword, just as the fox's pointing finger crooked forward. A sudden twinge of pain wrenched through his sack, and the wolf fell to his knees, almost dropping his sword.

"GAH! What the...fuck...FUCK!"

He flopped onto his back as the fox curled another finger, his balls feeling like little pieces of metal were floating around inside of them, tugging them this way and then the other inside of his pants. Castor looked down at his bulge, and could even see his sac being pulled one way and then the other, slapping itself against his legs with bruising force.

"Stop! Good gods in heaven and earth, stop it!"

His shouts had no effect, nor did the fox seem to have any sympathy. The bandit was back on his feet, and standing barely a few feet away from the wolf, his fingers dancing around just like the wolf's balls. As much as Castor tried to reach for him, the fox always stayed just out of reach.

Suddenly, his balls dived between his legs. Desperate not to crush them, the wolf spread them wide, even as they felt like they were being pulled to the edge of what he could take. He cried, tears starting to flow down his face.

CRACK!

The kick to the side of his head, mercifully, knocked him out.

It was with a groan and a snarl that the wolf opened his eyes again, and closed them again at the sight of the cage he was in.

"Must be Wednesday..."

"You must have some kinky Wednesdays."

His eyes shot open again at the voice, not one that he knew, and he looked through the cage bars. It was nearly impossible to see anything, just shadows and silhouettes that lingered outside the reach of the candles around him. He was over an altar, though, he could see that much, and it left him with a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach. Altars always meant bad things, in his experience; nothing good had an altar erected to it out in the middle of nowhere.

It didn't help that the symbols around the altar were all phallic in shape, either. Whether it was a candle lightly curved or an inscription that seemed to 'penetrate' another, it looked all too much like some sort of sex cult.

"Call me kinky, you guys are regular freaks. Let me out of here!"

"All in good time. You have something we want, and we'd like to get it before you go."

"Oh really? And what's that? Gold? Weapons? Service?"

"Oh, nothing so trite as any of that."

"Uh huh. So what is it?"

"Take your clothes off, and we'll show you."

"And if I say no?"

He didn't see anything, but he felt the same terrible tug down below that he felt before. Castor curled up in a ball as he swore his balls felt like they were going to be tugged out behind him, perhaps even through the cage bars.

"Okay, okay! I'll take them off."

"That's a good pup."

Yeah, yeah, see how good I am when I get out of here and get my payback on you guys, he thought as he pulled his clothes off. His shirt fell into one corner of the cage, followed by his boots and socks. His pants joined them last, his balls hanging down between his legs as he squatted in the middle of the cage.

"Fine, I'm naked. Now what do you want?"

"Just hold still, and we'll take what we need."

The wolf started grumbling again, but no sooner had he let a single word out than his balls started tingling. He braced himself for the pain, wincing in preparation, but...but there wasn't any.

He slowly opened his eyes again, looking down at his balls. They were slowly rolling in his sack, like someone was fondling them, and he could feel some strange leaking from them into the rest of his body. Castor shook his head, trying to ignore the sensation, but it was slowly growing, as if someone was actually fondling, playing with him.

Soon he was forced to actually sit down, as his cock started to get hard from the feeling. It was weird; there was nobody touching him, nothing actually happening, but he was starting to get aroused. He groaned, biting his lip as the feeling of something being stirred up in his balls got stronger. He swore that there was something moving inside, but he would be damned if he could figure out why.

His cock sprung to erection, however, when he felt a steady pressure somewhere inside his ass. He looked around, trying to see what was going on, but there was nothing pressing into him. It was only that connection to his balls, like something had slithered through them, into his hole, and now was rubbing around.

It made it so hard to keep quiet, as he bit his lip again and again, even biting his tongue to try and kill his own need, but it kept building. It was like waves, the strange pressure riding up from his balls to his ass and then going back down, up and down, up and down, and in short order he was panting hard from the strange stimulation, his hips thrusting on their own, but his balls staying securely in place.

"What are...how are..."

"We will take what we want. Your seed."

Castor gasped as he suddenly was taken over the edge, howling out loud as he was forced to climax. His cock jerked repeatedly as he squirted his load, but rather than seeing it go flying, it shot only six inches out of his cock tip before being collected into a swirling ball. Each successive shot joined it, leaving it wet and swirling in mid-air, and smelling heavily of wolf sex. Castor stared at it, his chest heaving as he realized that was what he had been feeling, his own seed running through his body.

When he was no longer shooting, or even oozing, the orb of cum floated away from him. Admittedly, it was too small to be called an orb, barely the size of a pebble, but it was so remarkable that he had to watch it. It floated to the edge of the candlelight before someone stepped out of the shadows.

"You!"

Castor grabbed the bars of the cage as the fox bandit from earlier held up a large jug. It was bigger than a wine bottle, and from what he could tell, empty. At least, it was before his cum was flung into it, splattering in the bottom.

The fox walked over to his cage, holding up the jug. Castor could just barely see the amount it had risen, minutely, from his load. The fox chuckled.

"This is what you need to fill. When it's up to the top, we'll let you go."

"What?! That's impossible."

"No, just time consuming. And look on the bright side. You have a dozen cum-benders to help you with the task."

"That's - you were pulling my balls around earlier doing that?"

"Of course. And now we're going to get it out, so we can use it in other ways."

"You sons of bitches! No, you're not even that; that's an insult to my mother. You scumbags aren't getting anything."

"So you're not going to be helpful here?"

"NO!"

"...Pity."

The familiar tug wrenched at him from his balls, but far stronger. It seriously felt like he was being grabbed physically, and the wolf fell on his back. His balls yanked him to the edge of the cage, the sheer weight of his body being pulled against them making him howl in pain. Castor had his ass dragged right to the edge, his balls pulled through the bars before they rested in the fox's hand.

"You're going to do what we say. A pity you won't do it willingly, but at least we can get in the practice."

The fox yanked on his balls, just hard enough to leave him screaming, his cock starting to flag. However, it wasn't allowed to go far. His balls churned against his will, and he felt the seed still inside traveling all the way up to his ass again. This time, rather than a thrusting, waving sensation, they stayed there, rubbing it like crazy, that sensitive nub feeling like it was on fire. He screamed, his feet pressed against the top of the cage as he bit his lip and flailed his upper body around.

As if things weren't already bad enough, he felt something slimy press under his tail. He couldn't see, but it felt like cum, and he had the image in his head of his own seed rubbing, nuzzling under his tail, slicking him up, getting him wet down there. He shuddered as the image somehow made his cock even harder, making it drip with pre already as his hole was 'licked' by his own cum.

But that was not the worst of it. By far, the worst was when his own cum leaped over his body and surrounded his cock head. His swollen, slick, oversensitive cock head that it had just come out of. The cock head that HE never touched right after jerking off because it hurt too much with pleasure.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"

His scream echoed through the room as his tortured cock was covered in his own cum, swirling and tightening around his shaft. The fox holding his balls only chuckled.

"Now, you see why you should have listened? Now we have to do it the hard way. Come on, Dex; you start."

Castor was barely conscious of anything besides the cum swirling around his tortured cock, but he definitely felt the first cock pressed under his ass. His next howl drowned everything out, and he begged to simply fall unconscious.

Unfortunately for him, he didn't.

The End