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Raenn walked through the somewhat busy hallways with his head kept low. The couple of servants that walked by him gave him weird glances. A simple dog dressed in clothes as good as the ones he was wearing was definitely not a normal thing. Specially with the thick leather collar around his neck as well.

After he lost his opportunity to get to prince Regnar, his brother, due to his enemies cleverness, he was left locked in his own old room while the fake prince attended to the meeting he should be at, and the bull left to take care of his duties. It had taken him hours to manage to cut through the ropes tying his paws behind his back using a butter knife he found and even then, he was quick to discover the slave master had placed a guard in front of his door with the sole purpose of keeping him inside. After he took some of the prince's clothes, HIS old clothes, it took all of his courage to jump to the adjacent window of the vacant room next to his, despite the incredible height. He knew he didn't have much time before they found out he had escaped. He made too much noise when he opened the window and the big bull was bound to return soon, so he stepped faster through the hallways, reaching the stairs and going up a floor to reach Regnar's room.

To think that just two days ago he was walking these same hallways with his head kept high and not a single worry in the world. Now so much had changed. The thought of it brought a small growl from the back of his throat. It was all because of the betrayal of the castle's old slave master, which was the bull himself, and that dog who he looked like right now that stole his regal wolf appearance through magic and trickery, leaving him looking like a common dog. A slave. He'd been through hell in those two days and the two of them outsmarted him at every step, but no more. If he could get to his brother now and have some time alone with him he was sure he could explain the whole thing and prove he was in fact prince Raenn, not some common deluded dog slave. He never would have thought that getting alone time with a prince could be so hard as a lowly slave.

Reaching Regnar's room he sighed in relief. Everything was still quiet. Aside from a fox carrying clothes that looked back to stare at him, everything was alright. He knocked on the door with small quick knocks. He wondered if maybe reaching his fourth brother, Rowell, wouldn't be a better idea, but Rowell had switched his room for one close to the library due to his work with magic and that was pretty damn far away. He couldn't risk it, and he knew Regnar better anyways. It would work. Still, no response came from the room. He knocked again with urgency, but as another slave walked through the hall and stared at him with another cautious look. He cursed under his breath. Regnar wasn't in his room yet? Dusk was coming and it was just starting to get dark. Regnar usually spent his afternoons training and practicing with the soldiers when he had no other duties, so he was probably still doing that. No time to look for him, though. Raenn tried the door knob and,much for his relief, it opened. For once he was glad for Regnar's lack of responsibility in locking his room. He slipped inside and closed the door behind him.

It looked very much like his own room. A small circular table at the center with chairs to eat, a big desk at the corner, a huge wardrobe and an even bigger bed. The place was fairly clean, which meant the slaves had already been through the day's cleaning, but the bed was still messed up and his desk had a good number of parchments scrawled over it. Raenn stepped further in. Should he just stay there and wait? Wouldn't they come looking for him there? They probably would. He wondered if he should hide in the wardrobe or something and just wait until Regnar came back alone. But no, that could freak him out, maybe. He moved to sit on the bed, nervous and alone with his thoughts. He didn't feel safe at all.

As time passed, Raenn's nervousness only increased. Couldn't Regnar get back early just once? A little bit of luck to his side? Glancing at the desk again, he got an idea. If Regnar didn't come, he could at least play on the safe side and leave him a message. Perhaps he could indeed go look for Rowell, since his proficiency with magic would probably make this whole body-exchanging thing way more believable, and maybe he could also take the infernal slave collar off his neck. The thought of getting the collar off made his tail slowly wag by itself as he stood up to do just that.

Reaching Regnar's desk it did strike him as weird that Regnar had any kind of documents in his room. The wolf always ran away from bureaucracy in every opportunity. He took some of them in his paws and they seemed to contain transcriptions from the earlier meeting. Scribe stuff. That meant it wasn't his, but if it was in his room he was bound to see it. Raenn grabbed the quill from the inkwell at the desk's corner and started to write.

Raenn isn't real! He means danger

But then he stopped. Would they believe that? They hadn't so far. They never would from an anonymous message in a scribe's parchment. Maybe if he tried a different approach... He crossed out his words and started again.

The castle is in danger! Come to the slave quarters, last hallway after the hound kennels, fourth door, as soon as possible!

That looked better. If this didn't work out Regnar would come to him. Or at least, he hoped so. Maybe he should add a few more things to make it seem more... legit. Why would going to the slave quarters save the castle? He crossed out the part about danger. Maybe if he said Regnar was in danger? Raenn, perhaps? That could work. He put his quill down to write again, but then he dropped it, letting out a yelp of surprise as the collar around his neck started burning again. That painful, fake burning sensation that always came as punishment from the slave master. Both his paws moved towards it, grasping it in reflex, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Did the thing work from so far away? Or... He stumbled towards the bed, the burning seemingly getting stronger as he looked around. He had to hide! He started moving towards the wardrobe, but then the door opened behind him. When he looked back, his heart sank. The big bull smirked down at him, holding the blue pendant that controlled his collar in his hand. He finally let go of it and the burning stopped instantly, leaving Raenn gasping in relief, even though his ears folded back and his tail tucked itself between his legs. The two wolf guards that accompanied the slave master stepped forward.

"Silly little slave. You thought you could run away? With this, I can get to you no matter where you are. Lucky you didn't cause any damage, right?" the bull's smirk grew into a full-fledged smile before he nodded to the guards. "Take him. We'll take him back to lord Raenn's room. The prince will want to deliver his punishment himself."

Raenn didn't even bother trying to fight back the two guards that came for him. They grabbed his arms and forced him to stand up roughly, not minding his grunts and whines at all as they pushed him to walk with them back to his doom.

They threw him inside Raenn's room, his room, and just nodded to the bull before walking out and leaving him alone with the slave master. The bull's polite face turned into a dark expression of anger as soon as the guards left and, before Raenn even had time to react, he felt the bull's hand grabbing him by his collar, making it burn as if someone was trying to take it out and bringing high whines from him while the bull dragged him through the room and threw him on the bed.

"You fool! You're still trying to get away from this? THIS is your new life and the sooner you learn to live with it, the better!" The bull huffed in anger while he spoke. "The dog must not know of your little escapade, you hear me? You have caused more than enough trouble for me and I'm starting to lose my patience with you, you pathetic excuse for a prince!"

Raenn growled, but looked away. He had to hold himself back from replying to the slave master. Angering him any further wouldn't be good for him. He brought his paws up to his collar and touched it once more. If the bull could find him using that, taking it off would have to be his first priority. For that, his best chance was Rowell, though if he could get to Regnar or any of his brothers they could help him get to their mage sibling as well. The big bull picked up the rope he had cut before and seemed to be testing it to see if it was still good enough.

"Next time I'm getting you something that I guarantee you won't get rid of so easily. You will regret disobeying just like every single slave I have ever trained did," he said, coming closer with the rope in his hands, obviously meaning to tie him up again. Raenn retreated over the bed, pressing his back against the wall.

"You fucking traitorous bastard! S.. stay away from me!" It was all he could manage before the bull grabbed him. He struggled, but the bull's strength was uncanny. Raenn had his muzzle pressed against the soft bed, the bull holding one of his arms bent over his back when the room's door opened. That made the bull stop, and they both looked to see the fake prince coming in. It was still very weird for Raenn to see himself, or at least his appearance, in someone else. The prince walked forward and raised an eyebrow.

"What are you doing with him? Why is he dressed up in his clothes?"

The bull seemed to be taken by surprise for a moment and hesitated. The impostor's frown grew before the slave master managed to speak.

"It's nothing, sir. I was just experimenting with him while you were away," he said casually, giving Raenn a slap behind his head like he was nothing. That brought another growl from the wolf along with a spike of anger.

"Fuck you! I ran away and I will do it again! It's only a matter of time before you two are down licking my pa-"

His words got interrupted by his leash burning. The bull gripped it in a strong hold, pulling it with strength and making the burning feeling far too strong. He whined and his eyes watered up.

"Shut up, slaveling!" The bull yelled angrily, taking far too long to let go of the leash. When he did, Raenn went limp, gasping in relief. The bull took that opportunity to easily finish tying up his wrists behind his back again. The fake prince stepped forward again with a cold look in his eyes and the bull stepped off of the bed as well to stand straight next to him. All of his anger apparently replaced by fear. Such a big bull having so much fear towards such a small wolf was a sight to behold.

"He escaped yet again," the fake prince said, in a calm tone.

"It was nothing, sir. I left a guard at his door to keep him inside, but he climbed out of the window! Almost got himself killed! I already sent word of the guard's incompetence to the captain in charge." The bull moved uncomfortably. "We captured him back quite quickly in Regnar's room and his brother wasn't there. I assure you, sir, that no harm was done."

The bull was clearly nervous as he explained himself. His small bovine ears flickering over his head. The wolf calmly crossed his arms and shook his head.

"It was not nothing. Earlier today you put the whole plan in jeopardy charging in with him while Regnar was here, and now you let this happen."

The wolf stepped forward, while the bull stepped back.

"Th... that was just a small mistake, sir. We handled it well and even punished him for it. I'm sure w-"

"No. You assured me you could keep him under control, yet you keep failing at every turn. Barely a day has gone by and your sheer incompetence in doing a simple job has put our whole plan at risk twice! I told you to throw him in a dungeon cell or keep him tied up at your training room!"

The bull retreated even more. He raised his hands, trying to explain himself.

"I... I can't, sir. The dungeons have extensive records of prisoners and my training room has too many slaves coming in and out. I can assure you, sir, that he will no longer have a chanc-"

"Enough! I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses. Know that the master will hear of your constant effort to ruin us. I will make sure the prince won't be a problem anymore while you will find SOME way to keep him in constant check, is that clear?"

The bull only nodded. "Yes, sir," but he also gave Raenn a furious glance. One so deadly that it made Raenn's ears fold back for an instant as he sat there on the bed watching. The fake prince sighed in annoyance and then pulled something from his trouser's pocket. Another collar, it seemed, but this one was considerably smaller than the one Raenn was wearing.

"We will proceed with the renewal that we couldn't do this morning. I know it's early, but I like to keep it on the safe side. You put this on him and we will test it out. Get him out of those clothes as well. They don't suit a slave."

Saying that, the impostor handed the collar to the bull and went on to the desk at the corner to mess with a tray of tea Raenn hadn't even noticed was there again before. His focus turned to the angry bull coming towards him with an open collar, though. Whatever that thing was, it certainly wasn't good, so he retreated towards the wall again.

"No! No more tricks! Stay away from me! You will both pay for this!"

The bull's angry look got even more stern.

"Keep him quiet," the prince said calmly from behind the bull. Raenn was determined not to comply. He opened up his muzzle to shout "HEEL-", but the bull clamped it shut with his hand. Raenn shook his head, trying to get away, but the bull's other hand came to help in immobilizing him and soon, despite all his efforts, he was wearing two collars instead of one. When he was done, the bull finally let go of him, but still kept his muzzle well clamped down. The fake prince looked at them with a smile.

"Let's test it out. Let go of his muzzle," he ordered.

"But sir, he will shout again! If you want, I can get my whip to get him to stay quiet," the bull offered, which made Raenn nervous. The impostor just chuckled.

"There will be no need. Just let go of it."

The bull hesitated for a few more moments, but then opened his hands and let go. Raenn instantly opened his muzzle to shout for help again. Anything to get away from those two. However, absolutely nothing came out. Raenn's eyes went wide as he tried again, but nothing. He tried speaking and nothing, then growling, and even then, nothing. He could feel the sound in his throat as always, but it was like... like it couldn't get out of it. The bull looked at him impressed, while the fake prince's smile just grew wider.

"Ah, so it works perfectly, it seems. Good."

Raenn's ears flattened against his head again. He still tried with all his might to speak anything, but absolutely nothing came out. It would have amazed him, if it didn't worry him so much. It was obviously the work of that new collar, but something told him that getting that one off wouldn't be so easy either, and now without being able to speak...

The bull had a smile of satisfaction in his face watching Raenn's desperate attempts to speak and curse. The fake prince stood by his side. The hate he felt for them both was enormous.

"Now there is only one thing left to do. We don't need such frivolous means as we did the first time, but I believe this slave has misbehaved and is due for some punishment, isn't that right?" The impostor said with a smirk growing in his muzzle.

The bull rubbed his hands together and Raenn could see clear lust in his eyes. In these two days he had been captive, the slave master had threatened doing so many things with him, but hadn't had a chance to actually do anything. The thought of it terrified Raenn. Not because he was afraid of the bull. He was far too revolted with his betrayal and everything he had put him through for that, but the bull was huge. He stood at least a head taller than the fake prince that had his appearance, and the impostor was a wolf, standing taller than most dogs and other similar species. He gave the bull's crotch a glance and for the first time the bulge in there seemed to be very big. Too big. Raenn retreated over the bed until his back was leaning against the wall. With his hands tied behind his back even that was hard, but he wouldn't let those two bastards have their way with him yet again. He couldn't!

"Looks like the honorable prince is scared. That's good," the impostor said, still with that cold smile plastered over his muzzle. He started unbuttoning his vest. "You still haven't taken those clothes off him."

The bull nodded. Raenn tried to growl in reflex as the bull approached, showing his teeth, but no sound came out again. For some reason that made him feel even more powerless, less threatening. He squirmed and struggled while the bull tore the clothes off him, taking his pants, shirt and underwear and ruining them all. Raenn's wrists felt chafed from all his efforts to free them against the rough rope, but it was hopeless. The bull did that sort of thing in a daily basis, surely he knew what he was doing. Before long, he was pinned down on his belly over the bed. The bull's big hand holding down the back of his neck against it as he stood completely naked once again. His tail between his legs and his ears flattened, feeling so very exposed again. He was starting to get used to being half-naked all the time, it seemed, but just a few hours with the relief of wearing a full set of clothes apparently had killed all of that. The impostor stepped forwards calmly, now also fully naked. The fake prince's body, HIS body, was looking better than ever. At least for him. The white fur that covered most of his body gleamed against the light, perfectly clean and with a very soft appearance.

"You can have his ass today. It's way more than you deserve, but I've already fucked a prince, now I want to to claim that I had my cock sucked by one."

The impostor's words made Raenn's ears perk up and his heart sink. They really would rape him again! And the bull...! His struggling and squirming started again with renewed effort, but so did the bull's hold. With a glance upwards, he could see the bull grinning. He tried to kick, but the bull shifted his positioning, rolling him over as well, and with remarkable expertise in holding him down he was soon lying on his back, with both his ankles well secured in each of the bull's hand's grips and being unable to struggle any more than wiggle his upper body helplessly while he panted hard. Not even the sound of his rapid breathing came out of his throat.

"Let me go first," the impostor said calmly, stepping over the bed. He was already naked and moved to sit over Raenn's chest, much like his brother had done earlier in the day, and smiled looking down. With his weight there and the bull holding his legs, there was nothing he could do but stare up at the person he hated the most in the world. The wolf's balls rested over his chest and he could see the pink tip of his shaft already peeking out of his white furry sheath.

"Here is how this is going to work: I'm going to control how rough our big, well-endowed slave master will be with you back there. You will suck my cock willingly, or you will wish you did." The bull snorted behind him and lifted his legs up. They were almost touching the wolf's shoulders and he did try to kick him, but the bull clearly expected that and held him off. He felt his ass exposed to the air. To the bull. His tail was well tucked between his legs, but he knew that was nothing. "I also feel like I should remind you that this is your cock, not mine. If you even think about biting down, remember who is going to be hurt afterwards."

That made Raenn stop for a while. If he bit down, HE would be hurt after they switched back bodies? That couldn't possibly be true! He looked up at the impostor's eyes, but his expression remained the same. He couldn't tell if he was lying or not, but Raenn's eyes shifted down to his wolfhood. It was harder now. The bastard was enjoying this, but he couldn't risk biting it down. He had been so proud of his malehood. What if it was true...? He wanted to complain, to shout, to swear and curse, but not even the smallest sound escaped his throat. It was incredibly frustrating. He still showed his teeth to the wolf above him, but even that felt silly without his growling to accompany it.

The fake prince wasted no more time. He adjusted himself, moving forward to sit further onto Raenn's chest and leave his junk right before Raenn's muzzle. The faint smell of musk hit Raenn's nose and he turned his muzzle away. His sensitive nose could clearly pick up HIS smell, which was one he was very used to. It also wasn't as strong as it should be considering he was sniffing the wolf's balls, which meant the bastard had been bathing properly as well. The wolf's cock was well out of his sheath now. The bulging canine shaft that he was so used to seeing before stood up against his white fur in a deep tone of red. Raenn could tell it would grow even bigger, but it was big enough for the impostor to use his paw to point it down against Raenn's turned muzzle and rub it against his cheek. The impulse to bite it was terribly high at that moment.

"Come on. Let's get this going. I've got things to do and places to be." The calmness with which the impostor spoke never failed to get on Raenn's nerves, as well as the inherent, hidden tone of mocking that came along with it.

Raenn still kept his muzzle turned away and well closed, but that only brought a smile from the fake prince. A smile that made his hackles spike against his neck. He moved his claw up, making a small beckoning movement with his claw and then, only a moment later, Raenn's eyes went wide feeling something hard pressing against his ass, teasing it. When had the bull even opened his pants? He felt the huge, warm bovine cock as the slave master slowly rubbed what seemed to be his whole length sideways against his ass. He did it slowly, probably so Raenn could feel the sheer size of it and by the gods, it felt huge. Raenn's ears went down and his tail tucked itself harder between his legs, but the massive cock was enough to brush it away. He had been denying it so far, but at that moment he truly realized he WAS going to be fucked by those bastards again. He was going to be fucked by that enormous thing and there was nothing he could do about it.

The fake prince rubbed his now apparently fully hard cock against Raenn's muzzle again. He could feel the smell of musk sticking to his fur as he kept it turned away. Even if he was going to be fucked, he wouldn't give his pride away by willingly sucking his captor's cock. He wouldn't! He felt a small blush on his muzzle just thinking about how degrading the act would feel, but once again, the fake prince just snickered. "Very well. If that's how you want to do it, it suits me just fine," he said, before signaling with his claw once more.

Raenn could see the big bull's grin clearly in his mind. The fucking traitor had been threatening to do that for so long and now he was finally getting his chance. The bull's cock stopped rubbing against his ass, but reappeared soon after as a small pressure right against his pucker. The slave master must've been lining it up. Raenn's ears folded back against his head even more and he started the struggling with his legs again, desperate to get away from it, but the bull held his ankles tight, with strength. So much that his legs barely even budged. He'd barely started with his struggle when he felt it. The bull's massive cock pressed harder against his entrance, forcing it to give in to his length and bringing out a loud whine from Raenn's throat. Or what would've been a loud whine if he could make any sound at all. He pushed further in and his shaft felt even thicker, but it also felt wet. Raenn would probably be screaming in pain if the bull had gone in completely dry, even though he hadn't seen him applying any kind of lubrication. It was probably just spit. Once more, the bull pressed forward, sinking himself an inch or two deeper into Raenn's tailhole. This time Raenn tried to yell. Between the pain and intense feeling of the massive cock penetrating him he could see the impostor's face still smiling while watching Raenn's expression contort in his discomfort. The slave master pressed in yet again. It was going way too fast! The huge member felt thicker and thicker the more it went inside him. He could already feel his ass spread further than ever before. Finally, the wolf raised his paw again. "Stop."

Raenn panted hard, gritting his teeth. Not even the sound of his heavy panting came out of his throat. The bull stopped completely, but his huge dick still stood well inside him. He couldn't see how much of it he had taken, but it felt like the whole thing. He hoped it was the whole thing. His ass still pressed hard against the intruder, trying to push it out in reflex, but slowly, very slowly, the feeling of discomfort for being so utterly filled was diminishing.

The wolf's cock went back to rubbing against his muzzle, guided by the impostor's paw. It felt sticky this time, as a bead of his pre stuck to his muzzle as well. The fucker really was getting off on it. "Another chance for you. Suck it or he'll go even faster. You still have half his cock to take in, but I'm sure you can do it," he said while lining up his cock just in front of Raenn's lips.

Raenn hesitated. He was still recovering, but the damned wolf's words bothered him very much. That thing he was feeling was HALF the big bull's shaft? He had never taken anything so big before. Heck, he'd only been fucked two times in his life! His muzzle burned in embarrassment and it shamed him a little how easy the decision was, but he reluctantly looked at the wolf and opened up his muzzle, cringing as he enveloped the first few inches of the wolf's warm cock with it. The strong taste hit his tongue first, making him involuntarily bring up a disgusted expression. It was like the smell of his musk ten times higher. The salty liquid that hit his tongue was obviously another drop of pre, which brought another small spike of hate inside him for how much the traitor was enjoying this. Looking up, the wolf had a big smirk in his face and a clear air of superiority.

"That's a good boy. I knew you could do it," he spoke softly, while moving forward slowly. Raenn felt more and more of the thick, red canine shaft going in his muzzle, rubbing over his tongue, taking all the space. He opened it wide, careful not to let his teeth scrape it no matter how much he wished he could just close his jaw and get at least some revenge. He couldn't risk it. He was slowly getting used to the taste, being careful with his tongue, when the wolf made another small movement with his paw. Instantly he felt the bull's cock going deeper into him again, which broke any kind of focus he had on the cock in muzzle to shift it all back to the monster cock invading his tailhole. He tried to whine once more.

"Take it easy for now. Little slave deserves a reward for being a good boy, but we'll see how he fares in sucking." That made the bull stop again. Raenn heard a faint "Alright" which came with a tone of impatience, but then he felt the cock inside him pulling back. Having it move inside him, whether it was forward or backwards, was just as intense. Raenn gasped and struggled through the cock in his muzzle to cope with it, but as soon as the bull's cock was almost out of him again, it plunged back in.

He couldn't suck on the wolf's cock. The enormous shaft fucking him was just too overwhelming. And yet, the impostor didn't seem to care. In occasional glances Raenn could see he was almost smiling, his face with an expression of amusement as Raenn tried his best just not to bite down on his cock while he used his muzzle as he pleased. The wolf readjusted his positioning, getting even closer and giving himself enough room to mobe back and forth inside Raenn's struggling muzzle, helping himself. Using him. The taste of pre was almost constant.

Meanwhile, he seemed to have forgot to keep the bull in check, as the bull got more and more daring with each thrust. At first, his fucking was shallow, going back and forth only to the point Raenn was "used to", but slowly his rhythm grew more frantic. He went deeper and deeper, sometimes a lot in a single thrust, and every time Raenn thought he must've hilted him he felt the huge shaft penetrate his guts even more on the next thrust.

Raenn felt deeply overwhelmed, barely able to cope with the feeling of being fucked so roughly and the taste of the cock in his muzzle, but it wasn't until he felt the bull's hand on his own cock that he realized he was hard himself. Very hard, in fact. A snicker came between the huffs of the bull as he stopped for a moment, much to Raenn's relief, while his paw played with and bounced Raenn's cock back and forth over his furry belly. His cock felt surprisingly sensitive while the bull played with it's length.

"Look at that. The prince is enjoying his treatment! A royal slut." The bull's teasing was short, but it hit him hard. The blushing in his muzzle returned in full force and he wanted to yell at them and deny it. He WASN'T enjoying any of it! He didn't have time to think up an excuse for himself as to why he was feeling so horny, though, as a few well placed jerks from the bull's paw brought up a small spurt of pre from his cock, which he very pleasurably felt going out, along with a what would be moan. As the fake prince over him snorted, for the first time he was glad the collar didn't let any sound past his throat.

The bull's paw continued to grip his cock when the fucking resumed. For the first time, other than the huge discomfort and strange feeling of being filled, he also felt the pleasure of the bull's rough fuck translating to his cock. Every time he plunged in, every time that monstrous cock rubbed against and expanded every single sensitive spot inside his tailhole, he felt it translating to his own. He blushed harder, wondering for a hint of a moment if he really did enjoy this, but no. He surely didn't. He still felt some pain, as the bull now seemed to have abandoned all restraint and often went far too deep, but it was... a different kind of pain.

The collar! It must've been the collar. Lying there with his hands tied behind his back in that enforced position, with a wolf sitting on his chest with his cock inside his muzzle and the big bull holding his legs raised up so he could fuck his ass there was no way he could avoid feeling embarrassed and ashamed. He, the great prince, getting fucked harder than most slaves ever were! He felt his muzzle hot and realized that it must've been that damned slave collar that turned shame into arousal working against him. Yet, even as he thought about that between the bull's thrusts and the taste of the impostor's cock, he couldn't bring himself to truly believe it. Everything felt so pleasurable... but it shouldn't! HE was the prince! HE did the fucking and took pleasure from fucking others! And still... everything felt good.

The rise of his pleasure and shame also made him less aware of the cock that went on raping his muzzle. The fake prince was now almost face-fucking him as well, since he had no positioning to bob on his cock, and the big smooth, hot cock used his tongue to get its own pleasure. The strong taste of the wolf's cock was everything he could feel, spiced up with the salt of the wolf's pre as it too got smeared over his tongue through the fucking. He could see the wolf's knot, HIS knot, swelling right in front of his eyes as the wolf got closer. Glancing up, he saw an expression of pleasure on the fake prince that didn't fit him. Every small movement of his tongue, even for his breathing, was greeted with cock. His nose was pressed almost against the wolf's furry crotch. As if the fucking wasn't enough to make him feel like a slut.

The room was filled with nothing but grunts, groans and moans. The smell of sex everywhere, and Raenn was the middle of everything. The wolf's rhythm was fast on his muzzle and Raenn was somewhat surprised as he slowed down, stopping with his cock completely inside Raenn's muzzle, bulging his cheeks, but just for a moment as he said "Him first" between his own panting. Raenn didn't get time to ponder on the meaning of it, as the wolf quickly resumed his plunging on his muzzle. He did feel, however, the hand that still groped his cock start moving up and down. So far, the bull was only playing with his cock, giving it a small jerk every now in what Raenn took as mockery, but now he truly started pumping it. Up and down his hand went, from the base of Raenn's swollen knot all the way to the dripping tip. The bull's movements were very much in rhythm with his thrusts, as it probably made it easier for him, but that only made it feel even better.

The pleasure he hated and loved at the same time increased ten times when the bull started working over his cock. The strokes were a little clumsy, as he was probably too busy with his own pleasure to care, and yet with all the extra stimulation it was enough. Amazing, even. The bull's closed paw moved up and down his cock and it almost felt as if he was fucking something. His knot must've been fully out, for the bull took the time to squeeze and tease it every now and then while he himself adjusted his positioning for his fucking. Raenn felt guilty. He shouldn't be enjoying any of this and yet he couldn't stop himself from letting out silent moans. His shame rose with his pleasure, and his pleasure rose with his shame. Thoughts he didn't want in his head popped in. The bull's huge cock felt great sometimes. The taste of cock wasn't as bad as he thought. But he was the prince, not some common, slutty slave! The prince...!

The pleasure rising over him was overwhelming and without noticing he found himself swirling his tongue over the cock that filled his muzzle more than he would have liked. He felt closer and closer, his whole body completely taken by the taste of cock, the feeling of cock inside him, and the hand on his cock. He bucked his hips as best as he could as lust filled his mind and for a few moments he completely forgot where he was. The only thing he could feel was the rise of his quickly achieved climax. Even while fucking the hottest of slaves he couldn't remember cumming this fast. The bull must've felt his cock throbbing in his paw, for he pressed it downwards strongly against his belly fur just when his orgasm hit him. He would've howled through the cock in his muzzle if he could as his cock spurted strong jets of cum into his own fur. The bull's fucking got slower while he cummed, but it didn't stop completely. The cock inside him made everything feel even better, and that single thought that went through his mind made his blush increase even through his pleasure. His hand pushing his cock down and upwards, probably to avoid his seed reaching his companion, also held it by his knot, which felt amazing. The pleasure of orgasm coarsed through him and every jet of cum, every swipe of his tongue against the wolf's cock and every pulse of the bull's cock inside him felt great. He didn't remember when was the last time he cummed this hard, but it left him completely breathless.

It slowly winded down to panting as his climax started to fade. With the huge pleasure starting to fade away, regret slowly crept up his mind. The bull's cock felt bigger than ever, fucking him even faster now, and the wolf's cock... For the wolf, it was too late. When he looked up to the fake prince all he could see was his expression of bliss. His ears picked up the long moan and he noticed the hard throbbing of the veiny cock inside his muzzle too late. The warm jet of cum hit the back of his throat in force, making him gurgle in cum. He swallowed it in reflex, feeling the warm, sticky liquid going down his throat with disdain, but barely having time to process it as more and more came. Some of it drooled out of his muzzle, completely wetting the fur on his neck, but in the upward position his muzzle was he had no choice but to swallow most of it. The stream seemed endless for him as he swallowed the salty cream again and again with big gulps, until it finally started fading as well. Small dribbles of cum painted his tongue as the wolf over him relaxed with a sigh, keeping his spent cock well inside Raenn's muzzle.

There wasn't time to feel hatred for the wolf, though, as Raenn could barely stand the bull's fucking even with cum filling up his muzzle. Now with his own cock spent and the most of the pleasure gone, the rough drilling in his ass felt stronger than ever. Or maybe it was just the fact that the bull WAS going stronger than ever. His loud huffs filled the room, overwhelming every other sound. He shifted his position slightly, giving himself a better angle to fuck Raenn's ass harder. His thrusts were deeper than before, and when the bull started ramming him yet a little faster, he knew it was time. Raenn felt himself blush again thinking on what was happening. The slave master hilted him when he came and he truly was huge. He felt his ass split open and it felt so deep! His seed swarmed Raenn's insides, filling his guts with bull cum. The bull's moan was loud and clear and it came accompanied by a smirk from the wolf. More and more his ass got filled and his shame rose. The bull pulled himself out of Raenn's ass midway through his orgasm with a wet sound, letting his ass gush out some of the seed trapped in it and painting Raenn's rump and crotch with the rest of his climax. The feeling of warm, fresh cum drying in his ass, belly and neck made Raenn's shame rise. Its smell filled the room completely.

The wolf let out a small laugh and pulled his cock out of Raenn's muzzle. He moved to stand up, while the bull, finally done with his own climax, finally let Raenn's legs go while he himself still panted hard. Raenn closed his eyes as he was left lying on the bed. His hands still uncomfortably tied behind his back, his ass feeling hurtful and sore and warm cum drying into his fur. It had taken him almost an hour to wash out the cum dried in his fur from the previous day at the morning and it wasn't half as much as the current mess. He felt it soaking the bed's sheets as well, but he knew the impostor would just snap his claws and a slave would come running to change them.

So much shame. He shouldn't have cummed for them. Even worse, he shouldn't have cummed for them before they did. He couldn't get his blushing away from his muzzle and, worse yet, the goddamned collar that turned his shame into arousal was making his cock, even if tired and sensitive, stand up fully hard in front of him. He remembered every thought that went through his head while everything happened. Had he really enjoyed it at some point? It was the single most humiliating experience of his life and yet, feeling his cock pulsing with arousal while thinking about it he couldn't tell if it that was happening just because of the collar. It HAD to, but... but... He tried to focus his thoughts in something else. Like whose fault it was that he, the great fifth wolf prince had to go through all of that. It was all because of them.

He still had his eyes closed lying on the bed, resting. His thoughts of hate coming back when he felt a hand grasp his muzzle open. He opened his eyes to see the bull holding his jaw open and he instantly tried to struggle away in reflex, but the bull held his head tight. Next came the wolf with a glass in his paws, pouring its contents right into Raenn's open muzzle. Raenn coughed hard, choking on it, and the bull let go of his muzzle at the same time. He moved to sit up, coughing hard. His muzzle completely wet with whatever it was they threw inside. It didn't taste like water, it tasted sour and almost salty. He realized he had swallowed a good deal of it and looked at them growling, or trying to growl, with a threatening but confused look. Both just smiled and snorted. The wolf reached forward to him with a paw and he tried to back away as it came close, but all it did was swipe some cum from the small dripping pool on his belly with his claws.

The fake prince then took another glass in the desk and drinked it in one big gulp, while somewhat reluctantly licking the cum in his claws right after. His actions and the teapot next to the wolf's glass over the desk made his eyes widen in realization of what they were doing. He felt a warm tingle in his muzzle. The same warm tingle he had felt the day before when they gave him that potion to switch appearances for the first time. It started on his muzzle and went all the way through his body. It felt weaker than last time and he didn't see any changes at all, but he knew it was meant as a reinforcement. That's what they'd meant when they said "renewal" earlier.

Raenn's ears folded back against his head. Curse them! He shouldn't have let them get his cum again! He shouldn't have let the impostor cum down his throat! He growled, frustrated with himself. They had outplayed him yet AGAIN! He would make them pay for it. He would, but now he knew that he'd have to work to make that happen. They both started getting dressed again.

"I trust you will take proper care of him from now on? One more slip from you and I'll make sure your punishment will be as harsh as it can be."

Raenn hated when they spoke about him as if he was some kind of object. As if he wasn't sitting right there.

"Yes sir, don't worry. I have plans for him. He is going to regret every little outburst he's had so far."

The bull looked in Raenn's eyes when he said that and his expression made Raenn's ears fold back a little. Surely he was just saying that to please his superior... wasn't he?