“You’re fidgeting, Ketala.”

“Sorry, Master. I’m a little nervous.”

“Don’t be. This is your debut, and it’s also time for you to relax...What? Did you not like the phrasing?”

“I just don’t really know what you mean by debut.”

“You’ll see.”

Ketala knew that Shiro, his master, had spend a rather unhealthy sum of money to get them on this cruise-- it was prestigious, luxurious, and meant for only those within their circle, though it’d be more prudent to call it Shiro’s circle-- but Ketala shouldn’t shake the strange, brewing nerves in his gut as he stood by the door of their cabin room, watching as Shiro slowly, and with dignified grace, buttoned up his shirt and tucked it into his trousers. He thought it rather strange that his Master didn’t wear something more casual, but he wasn’t about to comment on his attire; he looked good regardless.

“...How does it fit?” Shiro glanced out the corner of his eyes, looking at the Hyena, before he turned to fetch some cuff links from a small box on the vanity table in their cabin room.

“It’s not too tight.” Ketala looked down at his body: he was mostly naked, with no shirt or pants, but he had on a tight, form-fitting black underwear garment that cupped around every curve of his crotch, and he tugged at the collar of what was effectively a leash, though the front of it sported a bow tie. Ketala had been naked plenty of times before, and didn’t shy away from it, in fact-- the very first time he and Shiro met was when he was naked, anyway-- but something about the underwear made him feel like he was more on show than ever before. It compressed his balls and sheath in a way that made him vividly conscious of his pouch jostling even just from shifting his weight to his other foot.

“Good,” Shiro turned back to him and stepped across the room, reaching down with a free hand to cup his balls, before leaning in closer, his maw brushing against the side of Ketala’s cheek. “You look good in it.”

“...Thank you, Master.” Ketala didn’t shy away from the touch, but found it hard to be affectionate, as he always did. All he could do was lean slightly into the coolness of Shiro’s silver scales, and for a moment there was hesitation from the Dragon as he leant closer, towering over Ketala’s frame and pushing him slightly against the wall.

“I want you to enjoy yourself, Ketala,” Shiro said quietly, withdrawing his head as he looked down at him. “But remember you’re here for me. Understood?”

“Without a doubt, Master.” Ketala met his gaze with his own, and Shiro seemed satisfied. He leaned in, and for a moment their lips brushed, before Shiro abruptly shoved his tongue into the hyena’s mouth. Ketala didn’t shy away from it; in fact, he let his tongue roam with his Master’s own, and their tongues coyly danced, smearing and pressing against one-another in an intimate, intense display of sensuality, before Shiro roughly and quickly withdraw. Ketala understood why; they needed to go, rather than play around...that was for later, and always would be.

Without a word, Shiro stepped to the side, and Ketala immediately turned to pull open the door, pressing himself to the frame so that Shiro could move past him whilst he kept it open. Once he was in the hallway of the cruise ship’s cabin area, Ketala followed suit and closed it behind them, where it quietly beeped and locked with their departure.

It had been around 7 years since Ketala had been bought up and purchased by Shiro Harana, a wealthy man from Japan who travelled all over the world. Ketala, for a time, had been nothing more than an outlet for Shiro’s more wicked tendencies, but over time their relationship deepened. He wasn’t sure of Shiro’s thoughts on it, but Ketala saw his Master as someone to rely on...but still fundamentally his Master, in every sense of the word.

“We’ll be going up to the main deck,” Shiro told him as they walked, slowly and methodically, as some others appeared in front of them, heading in the same direction. “To mingle, mostly. We’ll be doing that most days. You understand, don’t you, Ketala?”

“Yes, Master.” Mingling meant sex, there was no doubt about it. When Ketala had first come into Shiro’s service, he knew nothing, but Shiro had hopelessly coddled him, and made use of his body, whenever he wished. Once Ketala blossomed into a teenager, he was given more independence. He was enrolled into homeschooled courses to bring his education in line with someone of his age, had a tutor teach him how to cook and clean, and Shiro even began involving him in his business. It had been a gruelling past few years, where Ketala’s days were full of learning, teaching, work, and utter physical exhaustion as he was pushed to his limits every night, only for it to repeat...but now, at the age of 17, he felt like an adult, and his position with Shiro had evolved from being his pet into becoming his personal assistant...who just also happened to be his pet, too.

They wandered down a narrow hallway until they ended up entering what looked like a small lobby area, with some seating and a small stage in the centre of the room. At the far back were several open double-doors leading out to the blistering sun beyond, but it looked too small to be a main deck...though, Ketala hadn’t really been on many ships to really be a good judge. On the centre stage, a long cub, around Ketala’s age when he was first bought by Shiro, stood and slowly showed himself off, turning on the spot. He looked like a fox, given his fur patterns-- bright, shining white with black ‘socks’ and ‘gloves’ of fur-- and he attentively met the gaze of onlookers, turning around on the spot now and again as a group of men, some dressed extremely casually, some almost to the point of naked, and others as pressed and modest as Shiro, talked amongst themselves, looking in the direction of the boy. A sign sits in front of the little stage that reads ‘free use’, and Ketala’s sure he can see the dried, telltale fluids on the stage. Shiro didn’t even cast Ketala a glance as he approached the group, and Ketala followed.

“He does look quite delightful-- ah, Harana!” A reptile with dark scaled features and a sharp, intimidating orange hue to his eyes immediately turned his attention to Ketala’s master approaching, and the hyena played the role of a dutiful pet, keeping to the side just a couple of steps behind him. The reptile, dressed in a loose shirt and a pair of sleek black trousers, greeted Shiro like an old friend; he had the head shape of something like a monitor lizard and his maw stretched in a smile that, to Ketala, didn’t quite meet his eyes. Those mingling next to him looked from Shiro to Ketala and took in the hyena’s appearance before looking back to his master, who shook the reptile’s hand.

“It’s been some time, Coppola. I think the last time we met was in this cruise, wasn’t it?” Shiro remarked, and Ketala knew his master well enough to know his question was purely pleasantries...it made the hyena wonder if Shiro even liked them.

“Well, we were never really in the same circle...but we’ve heard of one-another, and that’s what matters, isn’t it? I heard you recently acquired Francis and Bates,” He had a thick accent that seemed like a mix of Italian and American. “Was all over the Business Insider.”

“It was hard fought.” Shiro takes the compliment in his stride. The reptile refers to what Ketala recalls as a rather big investment into a steel and construction company on the east coast of America-- Ketala could remember some long nights of planning where Shiro didn’t return home until very late. For a moment the two exchanged a smile, before the black reptile’s head slowly turns, surveying the hyena for the first time. If Ketala were still the 10 year old bought straight off the market, he wouldn’t have liked being perceived...now, he didn’t mind so much.

“Is he yours?” Coppola asked plainly, his eyes never leaving Ketala’s body, and Shiro seemed to hesitate, for reasons the hyena didn’t know entirely.

“He is.” Shiro replied, and the black-scaled reptile made a gesture, lifting a hand. Shiro nodded, and that was the consent that the man supposedly needed; he stepped closer and didn’t hesitate to reach out a hand, immediately cupping Ketala’s chin and looking him directly in his eyes. For a moment the hyena stiffened, unfortunately briefly intimidated, before he relaxed rather quickly, like a deflating balloon, when he felt the reptile’s other hand brushing across his front. That kind of attention he was used to, at least.

“Hah! I like him...he has a fire in his eyes,” Coppola grinned, withdrawing his hand from Ketala’s chin and snapping his gaze down. “What a pity, though...so ruined already.”

“He is more than enough as he is.” Shiro came to Ketala’s defence, though Ketala’s pride was wounded-- not because of his own self-esteem, but the lack of being a good ‘trophy’ for his master to show off...though Shiro would tell a different story.

“This must be why you’ve not come the last few times. How long have you had him?” Coppola continued as his fingers danced across the visible scars on Ketala’s body, where the fur had been unable to grow back over them-- not for lack of trying, but it was a permanent mark on the 17-year-old’s body.

“7 years now. Since he was 10.” Shiro stepped closer, sliding an arm around Ketala’s back until his palm rested on the hyena’s outermost hip. “He’s provided me much relief.”

“A dutiful pet that loves his master...” Coppola grinned. “He suits you, Harana. You’re a man with fire, that requires a pet to stoke the flames...”

“Indeed.” Ketala feels like he should take it as a compliment, but he side-eyes Shiro just in case, and he can see a glimmer of pride in the Dragon’s eye.

Coppola lowered a hand and Ketala stiffened as a hand cupped around the most intimate part of himself. He felt the reptile’s cool finers rolling and toying over the front of his bulge, where the tight-fitting pants cradled every inch of his sheath and balls, and a squeeze from the man’s digits had Ketala tensing up even more before the reptile withdrew, just as quickly as he had groped him. All the while he maintained that gaze with the hyena, and Ketala did the same in kind, not wanting to let his master down.

“I’m sure we’ll see each other in the Play Rooms later,” Coppola turned to Shiro and offered him a half-bow and a now. “Enjoy your cruise, Harana.”

“Thank you, Coppola,” Shiro squeezed Ketala’s side. “Come along.”

“Yes, Master.”

Ketala dutifully followed Shiro out from the small viewing area, past the dancing boy who didn’t so much as offer them a glance, and into the bright sun. There was a small area where they could stand and watch the sea and the waves beyond, but to their left and right were their destinations; stairs that lead to the massive upper deck. Shiro headed up that way first, with Ketala taking up the rear, and the hyena’s gaze fell upon a frankly magical display; a wide deck, with a huge pool in the middle, sat squarely centred on the top of the ship, framed by several spaced rows of columns of long beach chairs for laying down and soaking in the sun. On the left and right were shaded areas with tables and chairs for eating at, no doubt thanks to the plentiful fine dining on board, and at the very front, with several layers of rooms and windows, is one final shaded area, with a bar on its right, more rooms on the left, and doors in the middle leading deeper into the cruise ship...and no doubt the levels beneath.

Ketala’s never seen anything like it, the luxurious, extravagant deck, the incredible cruise ship...it’s all a pretty new experience to him, even if Shiro’s shown him quite a bit of luxury before. Shiro gives him just a quick glance before slowly slightly so that Ketala fall just slightly next to him, though still a little behind. The hyena can see it already, the sordid nature of the cruise; by the side of the pool, a man dressed in nothing but swimming shorts stands to attention, almost proudly, and a small handful of cubs that look to be a few years younger than Ketala practically swarm a canine laid out across one of the beach chairs like ravenous piranhas, but it’s not non-consensual; they are obviously eagerly pleasing him, multiple mouths on his cock as others bury themselves in his muscles, or against his chest. One even lovingly kisses him on the lips, whilst all the while the canine’s hands grasp at cheeks, finger holes and grope all over, anywhere they can reach. On the right, a master to a slave looked down amusement and arousal as what looked like their own slave topping another, dick-deep into them and rigorously thrusting as the two of them moaned and their masters watched.

“How is it?” Shiro asked, and Ketala was hesitant to even share his opinion.

“...Exciting.” He admitted. Long gone was the lack of sensitivity and the mental blockage the hyena had when it came to sex and being used for someone else’s gain; he could look upon the cubs around the deck getting pinned down and fucked and actually find it exhilarating. Shiro lead him over to one of the beach chairs and with a sigh the Dragon lowered himself into it, leaning back and reclining as the sun beamed down on him. Ketala did the dutiful thing and simply stood nearby, but his mind was already swimming with thoughts, wondering if he should get down on his knees and ‘warm up’ his Master for the rest of the cruise...there’s no doubt his master would love it.

Before Ketala could think to offer, someone approached from the side-- an elk man, dressed in casual clothes. To the undiscerning eye, he would have looked ordinary, but Ketala could see how well built his muscles were...he made an effort to make himself presentable despite the loose, unbuttoned shirt and shorts. Beside him, he tugged along a boy in tow, a handful of years younger than Ketala, but a canine similar to him. He had white-furred features and spots that made him look like a Dalmatian, and his fur was looking dishevelled...he had been plenty used already.

“Good day, sir,” The elk spoke to Shiro only, as expected. “I hope you’re enjoying the cruise. I was just wondering if you would like some, well...company. My slave here is particularly good at pleasing his clients.”

Ketala watched as Shiro turned his head slightly to observe the boy, who looked noticeably shy, but didn’t kick up a fuss or look scared when his Master brought up the suggestion. The Dragon’s head turned again and Ketala could see he was looking over at him, perhaps wondering if he truly wanted to, before he reclined a little more on the beach chair.

“Very well.” He seemed receptive. Ketala couldn’t help but feel just a little bit of jealousy; he thought it his job to sate Shiro’s needs, to satisfy every desire he had...but he also understood that this cruise was for him, to better understand the unique position he was in, and to unwind. Shiro had been firm on Ketala’s independence and he wanted him to enjoy himself and also see what ‘the world’ was like, having been raised in a sheltered existence under Shiro’s care. The Hyena watched, his muzzle clamped shut, as the canine was tugged forwards by his Master, pulled along until he shambled close enough to flop forwards against the side of the lounging chair Shiro was laying on. The boy fell to his knees and winced, briefly, before he hurriedly scooted up and half-climbed on Shiro’s body. His Master stepped back in turn, casting Ketala only a brief glance before focusing his attention back on the sight both of them were bound to watch.

Ketala could see Shiro was enjoying the attention and the efforts the canine boy went to to undress him; he knew his Master well, knew what he liked, what he enjoyed...he liked Ketala, but he had other interests too. The white-furred boy made an effort to pluck at the buttons of Shiro’s trousers and undid them with surprising dexterity, all but confirming to Ketala that it wasn’t the cub’s first rodeo. His mind wandered, thinking about the slave in front of him has been doing what he’s doing, about when he started...and his thoughts drifted to his own past. He snapped out of it quickly when something familiar came into view; his Master’s thick, throbbing length.

Shiro sighed in approval when the canine slaves’s hands worked to tug the Dragon’s cock from within the contents of his pants, and his above-average length twitched greedily within the boy’s small hands as he worked to stroke it up and down, gliding from base to tip. He hovered his mouth above the member, his gaze fixed intensely to Shiro’s own, and Ketala shifted on the spot and watched with an intensity of his own as the cub’s muzzle clamped around the head. It stirred Ketala’s thoughts and reminded him of old memories, when he used to satisfy his Master when he was a lot younger, closer to the white-furred pup’s age...and that, in turn, stirred his body as he watched that young mouth glide down. Shiro rolled his head back and spread his legs a little wider, letting one dangle off the side of the beach chair as his hand reached out. Ketala could see what was coming as the Dragon placed a hand between the boy’s ears, fingers gently scraping in a loose, but purposeful petting movement, scratching lightly at the skin...before Shiro abruptly affirmed his grip and tugged down, hard, forcing the cub’s muzzle down along the length of his cock and all the way to the base.

The half-gagging grunt that came from the boy’s muzzle was familiar; Ketala had made that sound many times, but it was usually not by Shiro’s hand, but his own eagerness. His Master held the canine there for a few moments and rocked his hips, allowing him to lift barely an inch before he shoved him down again, effectively fucking his young muzzle as he forced him to take every inch. Ketala had to note to himself that Shiro was never particular this rough with him-- sometimes he was, but not to such an abrupt degree. There was usually warm-up, and seeing how Shiro abused the cub pressed to his crotch, Ketala was beginning to understand he was a special case.

Shiro held the boy there for a few more moments before he curled his fingers and pulled, lifting the cub off his cock as easily as he had forced him onto it; the boy gasped for breath once his mouth popped free from the tip, and Ketala shifted on the spot, trying to ignore the growing tingle in his loins at seeing his Master’s glistening cock, shiny in the light from spit. The canine hung his head to gulp in breaths as Shiro’s hand pulled back, but the Dragon didn’t withdraw entirely; he wordlessly put a hand on the boy’s upper arm and pulled him closer, bringing his other hand to the boy so he could manhandle it. Seeing as his Master didn’t complain, such a thing must have been normal...even Ketala was used to a little manoeuvring.

Just a handful of moments later, Shiro had the boy in position; his young body was lined up perfectly to the Dragon’s cock, his back facing the older male’s chest, and with a roll of his hips and two firm hands, he lifted the compliant cub up along the underside of his member until he reached the twitching tip. The canine trembled and kept himself at the height as one of Shiro’s hands withdrew to push his member down against the tautness of the cub’s cheeks, and Ketala watched with a brewing desire as the pup’s ass hungrily swallowed up that member as if he’d taken bigger, accommodating the length so easily, and with an audible squelch to boot. Shiro hummed his approval as his member sank at least halfway in relatively quickly, but there was resistance for the rest; a sharp tug from the Dragon’s hands, however, forced the cub to take the rest, and the boy shivered and let out a gasp as his ass pressed firmly to Shiro’s clothed pelvis.

“How is it, sir?” The deer spoke up abruptly and it seemed to catch even Shiro by surprise.

“Delightful.” The Dragon replied, cool as a cucumber, as his hands settled on that white-furred flank and he squeezed, encouraging him to lift. The boy did so, albeit tentatively, and Ketala had to resist reaching down to adjust the front of his tight-fitting garments as Shiro lifted and yanked the boy down, aiding in his movements with purposed hands. Each sharp tug down was harsh and rough, but it was clear to Ketala how deeply satisfying it was to the Dragon, for he could see all the tells; the clenching of his jaw, the sharp exhale through his nostrils, the briefly clenching of his thumbs against those hips...it made Ketala surprisingly jealous, but it was easy to sweep over; he knew his place.

The deer fell back into silence, but openly palmed the front of his shorts, as Shiro abused the boy, his yanking and tugging relentless but keeping to a measured pace. Over the over, the boy relaxed just for a few seconds, his hands cupped over Shiro’s own, before he arched his back and stiffened completely each time he was yanked down and forced to take the length of Shiro’s above-average cock, until it likely bulged his stomach-- though, from where Ketala was standing, he couldn’t see it for himself. His Master’s grunts became heavier over time, and Ketala could gauge his impending orgasm based on his noises, having engrained them into his brain over and over, through many sordid hours. Despite the obviously rising pleasure, Shiro’s movements remained methodical, and he didn’t even buck his hips-- he was sublimely rigid, and though his manhandling was rough, he seemed to be holding back just a little. Once he bared his teeth, just a little, Ketala knew he’d finish any second.

Shiro sharply exhaled through his nose, the noisy squelching of his fluid-covered cock forcing its way into the boy’s hole over and over as the cub’s whimpers deigned his ears with titillating sensations, delighting him and driving his pleasure deeper. He huffed from the exertion of it, his shirt straining with his deep breaths, his cock squishing and squeezing into the tight crevice of the boy’s behind until he forced him down to the base for one final time, his hands roughly gripping the boy’s hips hard enough that, should he have squeeze any tighter, he would have dug his claws in...but the force he was applying was enough to bring out a little measure of pain, and that in turn caused the pup to squeeze, his innards gripping like a vice. The shuddering of the boy’s young, little body sent him to the edge, and with one final rolling thrust of his hips, Ketala’s Master climaxed into the boy. Ketala didn’t have to see or feel it for himself to be able to tell how ample that orgasm was; Shiro’s face was a picture, and his firm body definitely implied a hot, heavy load.

If Ketala had spotted any similarities in the way Shiro handled a slave that isn’t his own, they stopped when the Dragon had orgasmed. With an unceremonious, blunt indifference, he yanked the boy up and the cub’s hole slickly popped off the head of his member with a squelch. Shiro didn’t shove the boy away, but he didn’t place him down carefully either; he simply assisted in swinging the boy’s leg off from his side, the Dragon’s cock still slick with fluids, glistening with seed, and his hands withdrew as soon as the canine’s feet touched the floor. The boy visibly stumbled, legs quaking, cum trickling between his legs, but the deer caught the young male by his upper arm before he could fall.

“How was it, sir?” The deer asked with a smile, eyes snapping from Shiro’s face to his exposed cock and back again. Ketala could visibly see the outline of the man’s length in his pants, stretching all the way down his shorts, threatening to poke out from the bottom.

“Quite adequate...thank you for sharing,” Shiro remarked, his gaze glazing over the boy’s behind before he simply nodded in the deer’s direction. “I do hope you enjoy the rest of your cruise.”

“You as well!” The deer smiled, before tugging the canine along with him as he rounded the back of Shiro’s chair and wandered off further down the deck. Ketala glanced over, watching him go, before he took a step forward and crouched by his Master’s side, looking up at his face with a knowing expression. Shiro stared right back at him before he gestured with a hand. They both knew what the hyena was offering. Without another word, Ketala leaned over, bowing his head, and his lips pressed to the tip of Shiro’s half-hard cock. His tongue ran in circles, lapping up the salty taste of cum as he coated every inch in spit, working from the tip down to the base before making his way back up again. He held the bottom of it with a hand and leaned over a little more so he could wrap his muzzle around the top, rolling his tongue in circles before he bowed his head down. Polishing his Master’s cock clean was the least he could do. There was no hand on the top of his head pushing him down, but there was a gentle, measured touch of appreciation from the Dragon as he stroked along Ketala’s back and towards his behind, where his hands squeezed over the latex covering the 17-year-old’s ass.

Ketala went all the way to the base without so much as a gag and felt a sense of pride in it, pleased he could do something the other slave could not, and he lingered there for a few moments, able to easily hold his breath for a good length of time, before he slid back. Gone was the off-white film of fluids on his Master’s length; now it shined in the light with nothing but the fruits of his own efforts. He withdrew his mouth, knowing better than to keep going for more unless explicitly ordered to, and it seemed like it was Shiro’s plan anyway.

“Sit on that one,” Shiro insisted, gesturing to the beach chair next to him on the left hand side. “Relax for a while.”

Ketala would have said no, had he not understood the purpose of the cruise. He slowly rose to his feet and padded around Shiro’s seat before settling into the other beach chair, though it was hard for him to ‘relax’-- it felt like he still had a job to do. He could tell Shiro noticed, but he didn’t push him further, allowing him to come to the decision himself. Ketala sat mostly upright, not reclining, and looked around the deck as he ‘relaxed’, admiring the fact his Master didn’t even bother to put his cock away, and the fact his pants were astoundingly clean despite his recent act. Across the deck, he could see people sitting in the shaded chairs, up against tables, conversed in conversation. To the two of them it must have appeared normal, but Ketala could see young paws sticking out from beneath the tablecloth. Not too far away, another cub was tied, arms behind his back, and bent over one of the other tables as people lined up to take a wooden paddle and smack his behind. Each time they did so, the boy squealed, loud enough for Ketala to hear from across the pool, and he visibly writhed, feet not even touching the ground, whilst another held him in place. His behind must be utterly raw, Ketala assumed.

They didn’t sit for long, maybe around another hour or so, until Ketala had felt like he had enough. It would be a lie to say it wasn’t a turn-on to hear the squeals, moans and cries coming from all around the deck, but there was only so much he could take before his loins were strained and he needed a breather. He would have never said it out loud, but he didn’t have to; his Master noticed, and after a while sat up, tucking away his cock as he got to his feet.

“Come,” He told Ketala with a gesture. “Let’s go see what’s going on below deck.”

With a nod, the hyena followed. They walked around the side of the pool, which gave Ketala a moment or two to adjust his underwear so it didn’t chafe, and they headed through into the shaded region of the deck. The double doors leading through into the larger sections on top of the deck had stairs leading down, and that’s exactly where Shiro intended to go. He descended down and Ketala went right along behind him, where they saw a few plaques and a couple of important standing signs that showed the rough layout of the ship as well as what was on each floor. The lower floors were designated ‘fun rooms’, but the wording was incredibly vague, and Ketala had no idea what they were. Others, however, looked more tame and offered a little more detail; from what Shiro had explained to him of the cruise before: there were some elements for business, like marketing and the selling of goods. Some were simply named-- ‘Apparatus Panel’ and ‘Bitch Breaking Hall’, as crude as it was-- and it seemed like Shiro was interested in attending them. They were just a floor down from where they were, and so off they went, using one of the accessible stairways.

It was a short walk. They have to squeeze past people on occasion, some of them unsavoury and with lecherous stares, who took in Ketala’s half-nakedness with a burning intensity that made the hyena feel objectified, though that was nothing new. There were plenty of slaves and pets as well, some lead around by leashes, others dutifully following their masters. Almost all of them were naked with the exception of a handful, and what was more interesting was seeing some closer to Ketala’s age amongst the group, teenagers nearing 15 or 16, close enough to the hyena’s height for him to assume they’re coming close to adulthood. They don’t meet his gaze when he looks at them, but he can tell he’s in a unique position; most of them look dejected, bruised and battered, some a little more chipper than others, but downtrodden all the same.

They wander down a long hallway before turning through into a marked room, where Ketala’s greeted to the sight of a relatively large room, with sleek hardwood flooring and a number of peculiar contraptions dotted around. There’s a clean path to walk that takes a line of people around the hall in a way that allows them to see everything, and several well-dressed individuals stood around bright gleaming, typically dark-coloured apparatus, talking to nearby people about how they worked, offering leaflets and business cards, and even taking numbers. Ketala was used to business, but this was not that he had expected at all.

“We’re just going to browse,” Shiro told him, murmuring close to his ear as they walked. “I don’t think I’ll see anything that catches my eye anyway...”

Ketala nodded, but made sure to pay attention. The machine they first approached was a machine that had a young fennec fox boy strapped to a near-vertical table, with his arms and legs spread on either side. A slat had been cut out of the table down the middle, and the boy’s back lined up perfectly with the gap, for one obvious reason; between his legs, an apparatus lewdly shoved a silicone, slick black dildo back and forth, the size of which clearly made the small fennec’s stomach bulge with every thrust. That itself wasn’t anything novel-- Ketala had been on such contraptions before-- but it was the other parts of the machine that made it more...interesting. There was a tube connected to the cub’s young little cock, squeezing and milking every drop of nut from his tender loins as small plugs, attached to the boy’s boy via his nipples, sent electrical shocks through his body that caused the boy to stiffen and cry out...or he would have, were it not for another dildo plugging his mouth and rhythmically shoving down into his throat, pulling back only long enough to give him just a little bit of breath. Most people would have considered it horrifying, but Ketala was elated looking at it.

There were a number of suspension-related devices, but only a couple of them stood out; the first had the cub’s limbs constricted behind him, his back arched as he was cradled upside down, his little cock pointing directly downwards. There was a ring attached to the base of his member as his arms, held by various straps and connected towards his ankles as if he were hog-tied, kept him from doing nothing but struggle. The boy stiffened and twitched every so often before going limp as if getting some reprieve, and Ketala understood from the leaflets nearby and the fervent speech of an elk operating the stalls that the ring around the cub’s cock essentially detected his heartbeat and stopped entirely when it sensed it reaching a threshold, effectively edging the poor boy. The second was plain in comparison, but ingenious, as a canine man held a remote and displayed incredibly precise movements via chains and straps attached from a nervous, leashed cub to a series of bars above them-- he practically moved the boy’s limbs around like a marionette, able to bend him any way he liked. Shiro lingered on that one for a moment to see how far it could go before they moved on. There was a handful of other minor things, some small toys, elaborate dildos with unique features like tubes for lube or electrical stimulation built-in, but Shiro seemed interested in none of it as he walked.

His Master’s prediction was pretty accurate; though they were interesting, he actually had no intention of putting in an order for any of them despite the wild and outlandish displays. They end up on the other side of the hall and exit out through a door that takes them back out into the hallway, a good distance down. Shiro only glanced back the way they came before he directed Ketala towards the exit and further down the hall, turning into a panel...or it should have been. It was a familiar sight to Ketala, seeing a small stage with young cubs standing atop it, only he remembered standing there on his own before. These cubs were all in a line as a man strode back and forth, rattling off details about them as he lightly slapped their behinds or bodies with a whip. Shiro lingered by the door and stepped to the side so that others could enter, Ketala moved around him to stand next to him, ears twisting to listen to what was going on on the stage. The reason for the line-up became clear once Ketala heard more context; they weren’t slaves for sale, but for hire-- handfuls of different Masters had put them up for display with the offer of renting them out. People below the stage in front of him lifted up small signs to bid on the ones they found the most appealing, and some of them get carted off, only to be replaced by cubs that were amongst the crowd.

With a jerk of his head, Shiro left shortly after. Ketala had the wonder why, but chalked it up to him not finding anything that truly caught his eye...and so they continued wandering. They moved from room to room, briefly looking at and listening to some of the panels-- some of them were much more tame, such as one for prospective new Masters to help to acclimatise to the lifestyle, others an introductory on the more extreme sides of BDSM, some even about general medical procedures in case their slaves got hurt, like the basics of CPR, amongst others. Shiro didn’t linger very long at any of them; from Ketala’s perspective, his Master was a very experienced person, so it made sense. When they reached the end of the hall, it had been a couple of hours, but the day wasn’t yet over; a set of stairs lead down to the floor below, and another up to what sounded like a bar above, with clinking glasses and audible chatter. They must be at the far back of the ship, and from the sign nearby similar to the one on the other end of the ship detailed what was on each floor, his guess was right.

“Let’s go downstairs. After seeing those displays, I’m feeling something a little more intimate. How about you, Ketala?” Shiro asked the hyena as he descended, and Ketala cleared his throat as he hopped down the steps, careful to measure his words.

“It was enlightening, I think,” Ketala explained, glancing over at people as they ascended, some of the boys looking distinctly bruised. “I never thought this whole thing could be so nuanced.”

“There’s much you haven’t seen, I’ll admit...but there’s a first time for everything.” Shiro replied, humming to himself as they reached the bottom of the stairs. “Let’s see what’s down here.”

The shift in tone was palpable; everything on the floor above and beyond had a clear and deliberate overtone of sex, that was more or less shoved in Ketala’s face, but it at least had a degree of restraint to it...if one could call it that. Down here, however, on the floor beneath the convention halls, it felt more sinister. Ketala could already hear the whimpers further down the hall.

They walked at a measured pace, lead by Shiro, as more people came into view. At first it was the definitively unsavoury types; lecherous states similar to before, but with an intensity that made it clear they were thinking of all the things they could do. They looked at Ketala, sure, but most of their attention was in the cubs around them; boys of varying ages, some as young at 8 or 9, some as old as Ketala, bearing the bruises, scars and cuts of a rough time. A couple of open doors at their end of the hallway, close to the stairs, revealed a handful of uniformed individuals who were putting plasters and tending to the wounds of various cubs, having to handle 4 or 5 at a time, whilst the other doors were closed-- but it was obvious, from the moans, cries, and even sobs from beyond the doors what was happening within. There was snarling, yelping, wailing...whatever was going on inside was most definitely more than what Ketala did under Shiro’s firm hand.

Anyone else would have flinched, but in his youth, the hyena had suffered the more extreme experiences of being a slave, his scarred body a memento of that time...only in recent years had he actually begun to remember it, having blocked most of it out not too long before he met Shiro. Seeing it didn’t make him rigid with fear-- he felt calm and collected, and if anything it elicited a tingle in his loins. His Master’s efforts in raising him and taking care of him had done enough to allow him to enjoy things that, in the past, he would have avoided at all costs if he could help it. His gaze met the eyes of a few of the boys, seeing the defeated look in their expressions, but he faltered ever so slightly when his eyes fell upon a steely-eyed boy. He was a canine, with a short-ish snout and a messy mixture of brown and white fur that was spotted in some places and more two-toned on others. A rather heavy collar sat tight around his neck and a scar ran from his right cheek almost directly vertical, all the way towards the base of one of his floppy ears. Those green eyes were hard and cold, and they were unwavering against Ketala’s own gaze. Something about it reminded of himself.

“What is it?” Shiro had paused, taking Ketala by surprised. In a way, he both greatly appreciated and also regretted how in-tune his Master was to Ketala’s emotions, or at least to the subtle hints of his body language. He picked up on more much than the hyena liked. For a moment, the Dragon studied Ketala’s expression when the hyena met his gaze, before looking down at the canine he’d been staring at. Ketala could already see the gears turning in his Master’s head.

“He interests you?” Shiro asked, and Ketala had no reason to lie; he just nodded. Honestly, he didn’t think anything would come of it, but he should have given his Master more credit; the Dragon scanned up and down the canine before looking to the nearest adult standing nearby. He held a hand up to Ketala, as if to tell him to wait, before he stepped off to the side. The conversation was quiet, and were it not for the whimpers of the cubs nearby and the sounds beyond the doors, Ketala would have probably been able to listen it...but as it was, all he could go on was their facial expressions. The man Shiro spoke to was a crude-looking individual with sunken eyes but an expensive-looking suit. He was looking between Shiro and Ketala, then to the canine, his face jumping between surprise, intrigue, and inevitably amusement. He nodded along to Shiro’s murmuring words and the two of them came to some kind of conclusion, by the looks of it. Shiro inevitably came back, but there was a look in his eye that seemed purposeful.

“Here,” Ketala’s Master reached into his pocket and retrieved something, lifting to the hyena’s neck, where he fastened it around his collar. “This will allow you to move freely. Don’t lose it.”

Ketala wasn’t even sure what it was, but he nodded, understanding instantly. Shiro didn’t tell him what he’d discussed with the man; instead, all he did was hold out a hand to the smaller canine, who hesitated, glancing to his own Master, before placing his smaller hand in the Dragon’s own. Shiro led him, and Ketala quickly followed after him, as they moved further down the hall towards one of the other doors, one that was still ajar, and upon closer inspection utterly empty. Shiro took one glance inwards before he lifted his arm and led the young cub to it, gesturing him inside before turning to Ketala.

“I will indulge,” He explains, glancing to the side, and Ketala gets the impression he already has an idea of what he wants to do. “When you are finished, wait for me at the end of the hall.”

“Yes, Master.” Though what constituted as ‘finished’ was something the hyena will have to figure out. Without much hesitation, his Master turned and strode off down the hall, and the hyena only watched for a little while, seeing him pause before a couple of cubs further down, before he stepped back and slipped into the room, closing the door behind him. He found a lock on the handle and turned it, so that there’d be complete privacy.

The room was quiet, quaint...simple. There was a plain double bed, crimson painted walls, polished off-white vinyl flooring, and the bedsheets, a mixture of white and red, matched the colours of the rest of the room. A telltale wardrobe sat directly opposite the bed, and Ketala had a good idea of what was inside. The canine that he’d ‘picked out’, for want of a better phrase, at least knew some of the basics of slave etiquette; he stood against the bed, rather than sitting on it, and looked at Ketala attentively, but kept his head low, his eyes rolled up to look at him. Ketala felt rather strange to be in the position of power over the boy, since it was normally the other way around. He wanted to know what it felt like to be Shiro for once, to be a Master to a Pet, and for that, he had to invoke the kind of grandeur his Master often displayed.

“Your name?” He kept his voice clipped, though his stomach was twisting with excitement. The canine’s stare, hard with a lack of emotion, didn’t even flinch from his tone as the hyena walked over to the wardrobe. He peeked inside, and immediately found what he was looking for, pulling out a long strip of leather.

“Felipe.” The boy’s voice sounded calm, but Ketala could sense the tremor on it, albeit a small one. He had to wonder if the cub was reacting to the leash he held in his hands, or if it was something else.

“I’m sure you know what to do.” Ketala continued as he strode towards the boy, and Felipe lifted his head, turning it to the side so that Ketala could link the leash around his neck, clipping it around a ring at the front of his collar. He tugged on it, pulling it taut, and a shiver of anticipation ran up his spine when the cub winced and became rigid. Part of Ketala thought about himself in a similar position, and it made him reminisce. He tugged again and the canine staggered forwards slightly, leaning up against the hyena’s body.

Without another word, Ketala slowly manhandled the boy, mostly tugging on the leash to get him to move in certain ways. He brought him to his knees first, and with his free hand the hyena slipped down the front of his latex underwear, letting his already half-hard cock slip free from the contents within. The relief of having his cock out in the open after straining it multiple times throughout the cruise was welcome, and he breathed a sigh as he pushed the latex further down and shimmied to get it to fall to his knees. He pulled Felipe closer with another yank of the collar and his eyes twinkled with delight when the cub’s muzzle came to his member without much prompting, his tongue dipping down before dragging up and along the underside of the hyena’s member, his cock already slowly getting harder.

Ketala hummed under his breath before lifting his other hand, hesitating, wondering where he wanted to place it as he watched the canine try to lift his muzzle all the way to the tip of the 17-year-old’s cock, though he had to struggle a little with the tight leash constricting his movements. When his lips finally touched with the head of Ketala’s turgid canine-styled length, the hyena hissed, the tapering end of his length slipping against the boy’s tongue and sinking inside. He finally knew where to put his hand-- right between the boy’s ears, where he pulled down and forced him to take significantly more. He was just copying what his Master did, but he hadn’t expected it to feel so delightful; a tickle of pleasure and amusement ran up his spine and he had to suppress the surprised grin that spread across his face as his member twitched in the boy’s muzzle, the tapered end already poking down into his throat.

The lack of noises from the boy when he held him there was commendable, and gave Ketala a little insight into the kinds of things the cub had likely done before. He withdrew his hand for a moment and the boy naturally lifted his head, before Ketala tugged him down again, this time using the leash for leverage as opposed to his hand, and there was a little hint of satisfaction bubbling away in his admittedly nervous stomach when he heard Felipe’s little grunt in response, but whether that was from the leash or the plugging of his throat, it was hard to say.

With rolling hips and thrusting movements, Ketala did his best to enjoy himself, and admittedly he started to get turned on by the idea of dominating and abusing the boy; hearing the slick noises of his cock sliding all the way into the cub’s throat combined with the occasional grunt was actually surprisingly erotic, and it was further amplified by the odd squeezing of the boy’s throat as he reflexively tried to swallow and, in turn, had to suppress a cough, which he did so subtly that Ketala wouldn’t have noticed if he weren’t so observant. The hyena’s breath hitched in his throat as he tugged the leash tighter and humped, lost in the delightful pleasure of it as he rhythmically pushed his hips against the pup’s muzzle, gleeful tingles dancing around his back and making his skin become flushed with exertion and arousal.

Inevitably, the hyena pulled back, not because he was getting close, nor because he was losing interest-- he simply wished to change position. He loosened his grip on the leash and watched as Felipe slid back, already knowing things were going to change. A little tug here and there on the leash got Felipe up onto the bed, and the hyena stepped into position in front of him, his turgid canine dick bouncing up and down with the impending thoughts of penetrating the boy. He tried to put on the kind of expression his Master used for him, calm and collected, as the younger cub rolled over onto his front and pushed himself onto all fours, but it was hard to mask the excitement in Ketala’s tremor. Thankfully, Felipe was looking away, so he didn’t even notice. Ketala stared down his tapering member, hovering inches from the boy’s behind, and he adjusted himself slightly before positioning the tip right between those cheeks. Then he paused, remembering vividly the lack of his own sensitivity and minor difficulties with sex. For a moment he stepped back and moved away, and the young cub didn’t move from his all-fours position as Ketala roamed to the wardrobe and rummaged through, finding exactly what he was looking for. When he returned behind the boy, he had two new tools in his hand-- the first a buttplug, a good enough size, and the other a clear bottle of lubricant. He slathered up the plug quickly, not wanting to waste time, but he didn’t bring it down to Felipe, and instead behind himself. He positioned himself for the boy again, picking up the leash once more.

He glided in with such ease that he thought he’d missed, at first, but he was sure he was inside when Felipe visibly stiffened and clenched around him, not even remotely firmly enough to push him out. The boy felt loose, something Ketala himself was familiar with, but there was still some pleasure in the entry, and one thrust was all it took to get the boy to the base, with his knot pressing against the entrance, already threatening to stretch his hole. Felipe let out a noise akin to a whimper, from the sounds of it, and the moistness of his behind all but indicated what he’d been doing before Ketala met him...he must be a little sensitive back there-- if not that, then probably discomfort. At the same time, Ketala took the plug and shoved it firmly into his own behind, letting it slip in with as much ease as he had just penetrated the boy. It provided a tingle of stimulation, and turned him on just enough to get him going a little more-- if it wasn’t going to help him cum, it was going to at least elevate experience, especially when he could feel the girth of it stuck back there each time his body clenched and his cock throbbed. At the thought of the boy below him, a crude idea formed in Ketala’s mind and he surprisingly licked his lips, tremoring slightly with the thought, as he affirmed his grip on the leash and yanked, forcing the boy to arch his back. Watching him bend was exhilarating, but the feeling of that flesh squeezing around his cock was even better...was this what Shiro enjoyed?

Ketala hovered for a moment before roughly thrusting his hips forward, and the minor grunt that came from Felipe was more arousing than the noisy squelch of his knot slipping into that hole, causing him to tie. Though, just as quickly as he’d roughly forced his way in, he yanked himself back, and that knot popped free just as easily, followed by a quiet whimper from the cub. It was impossible to tell if it was intentional or not, but that just made Ketala want to hear it more; he did it again, ramming his hips forwards with a sharp, earnest ferocity as the floppy-eared boy hissed and strained, the yanking of his collar forcing his body further and further up until he was just barely touching the tips of his fingers to the bed. Ketala twisted and wrapped the leash around his hand as he tugged back and thrust again, huffing through his nose as his ears twisted to the noises and listened intently to the boy’s noises of unintentional protest.

This was more than he’d expected from it. To be on the other end of things, to be the one in charge, doing all the dominating, wasn’t something that Ketala had anticipated he’d like so much. Part of it made his mind wander further to the idea of his own pets, how he’d made them squirm, but there wasn’t much of a sadism streak to him-- he was someone who, unfortunately, distinctly enjoyed the feeling of being dominated more than the other way around. Shiro was good at it, but he was tender, and Ketala appreciated that...but now that he was experiencing for himself what it was like to be a position of power, it made him curious as to how far someone might go to truly dominate someone. It wasn’t the act of inflicting discomfort on him that riled him up, it was how easy he could make him whimper just from a simple thrust. Even the boy’s noises were at his command, through his actions, at his beck and call.

A shudder rolled through him as he picked up speed quickly, but he knew, regrettably, that he wasn’t going to cum from this despite his efforts, as much as he was enjoying it; it just wasn’t the same as being relentlessly abused. What he did relish, however, was seeing Felipe strain and gasp for a little air as that collar more or less kept him near-upright, his hands twisted to attempt to grab onto the sheets to pull himself down, optng to do that instead of just reaching back to touch Ketala or use him for leverage. In a way, that was smart-- the hyena knew he’d do the same, not even deigning to touch the one in charge unless he was ordered to. Just hearing his grunts and half-gasps was enjoyable enough; he didn’t even need to dirty-talk him or tell him how good it was. His rough knot-fucking was making the cub squirm, his ring spasming as he tried to stay still, and for better leverage on his hard thrusts, Ketala cupped those small hips. They felt tiny in his hands...just another reminder of the difference in their positions of power.

Before him, the white and brown pup abruptly trembled, and his grunt took a deeper shift, one that surprised Ketala for just a moment. He knew that kind of noise anywhere, for he’d made it many times before: he peeked over the cub’s shoulder and pulled the leash hard enough to force him into a mostly knelt position so he could lean over and watch, and a grin spread across the hyena’s face-- alarmingly unlike him-- as he saw the canine’s little humanoid-shaped dick bounce and twitch, as rigid as could be, before it splattered a singular tiny arc of dribbling seed, before the remnants of it oozed down his length and onto his tiny sack. With each throb of his member, his innards rolled and squeezed in rhythmic waves, but it did little to spur Ketala on, despite him fully buried in the boy’s behind, knot and all-- it wasn’t Felipe’s fault, though. Ketala more or less engrained the sight before him into his mind, listening to the boy’s hums and tired sighs in the midsts of his climax, before the hyena abuprly yanked back. He did the kind of thing his Master wouldn’t do, and immediately let go of the leash and pushed the canine forwards at the same time, causing him to swing forwards and hit the bed on his front with a soft thud.

Ketala turned for a moment, padding around the room, his hard length twitching in the air as he wondered what he could do next...but if he was honest with himself, he already missed his Master. Was Shiro likely done? Perhaps. Then he remembered the button on his collar, and he hovered for a moment before stepping to the wardrobe, where he pulled it open and studied the pin his Master had placed on him. It was some of kind of insignia, but not one that Ketala recognised...his Master said it would allow him to wander unsupervised, so perhaps he’ll find something to tickle his fancy.

“Sir?” A voice from the bed caught Ketala’s impression and the hyena shifted slightly to look out the corner of his eye, whilst his hand drifted to his behind-- he wanted to get rid of the buttplug for now. The canine had rolled onto his back on the bed, one leg bent and his knees spread apart to show himself off, almost deliberately...he was definitely someone used to attention. Felipe rubbed a hand sensually up and down from his stomach to his chest, his lidded eyes taking in the sight of Ketala, and watching as the hyena tugged and popped the buttplug free like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“You’re not a Master, right?” Felipe asked, and his muzzle twisted, like he knew he wasn’t really meant to talk without being prompted. Ketala knew that too, and steeled himself.

“Who said you could speak?” Ketala remarked, and he secretly delighted in the way Felipe stiffened on the bed and became rigid, before his expression soured. So, he was bratty too.

“You didn’t finish.” Felipe observed, deliberately defying orders, his eyes snapping down, and the hyena just cleared his throat as he closed the wardrobe. Part of him considered if Felipe was trying to rile him so he could be ‘punished’...but he had a feeling he was only still talking before he’d seen through Ketala’s act, not that it wasn’t obvious.

“I don’t. Typically,” Ketala admitted. “How long have you been at this?”

“Um...I’m not sure,” Felipe’s response was genuine. “What about you?”

“10 years,” Ketala responded, casting his eyes down to the latex underwear on the floor. “But I’ve been with my Master for 7.”

Neither of them spoke for a little bit as Ketala stepped forward to pick up his underwear, stepping into the legholes and pulling it up. His knot was already deflating and his member shrinking, despite the lack of orgasm. He tried to tuck himself in, but it stood out a little...it’d wear off.

“Um...can you put in a good word with my Master for me?” The boy asked from the bed, and Ketala just glanced at him.

“I can’t remember what he looks like.” He admitted. Felipe didn’t look disappointed, but he cast his eyes off to the side, before humming his approval. Ketala hesitated for a moment, mind wandering, wondering if he should say more, before stepping to the door and pulling it open. Part of him wanted to keep the boy, maybe because of some like of commemoration of the first ‘slave’ he’d fucked, but he let that thought drain to the back of his mind as thoughts of his Master surfaced instead, remembering there was give and take to these things that he wasn’t knowledgeable about yet. He left the door ajar, assuming the cub would leave-- it seemed like the right etiquette-- but Ketala didn’t see Shiro anywhere in the hallway. It was rebellious, but...he’d been given a the pin for a reason, right? He decided he might as well explore.

Most of the floor he was on was dark and sombre for a variety of reasons. Wandering around alone made him feel like prey in a nest of predators; he could tell people wanted to grab him, take him to private rooms...they delighted in his scars, a sign that he might be able to ‘handle’ what they throw at him, but thankfully most of them kept their hands to themselves, save for the occasional grope. Most of them were a little more interested in a collection of various cubs, all boys, of a myriad of shapes and sizes that were ready and ripe to getting abused...and from the noises beyond, most already were. Ketala’s wandering took him all the way down to the end of the hall, where a set of steps lead up to the floor above, and another set led down...according to the signs nearby, lower floors were a mixture of play rooms and private cabins. It felt odd to have all the depraved and heavy topics crammed in the middle, but who was Ketala to judge? He descended, watching as the lighting shifted from sterile oranges and white into a groovy, indulgent purple and red.

The mixture of music, chatter and moaning was the first thing to assault his senses, and it made him briefly pause, taking in the sight of a large room. Rather than the floor above, which had a hallway for a variety of rooms, this floor had one large room with three sets of doors at the back leading further into hallways, from the glimpses Ketala got...but it was the contents of the current room that had him stunned. To put it bluntly, it was heaven; multiple bolted-in ceiling suspenders sat in neat little rows and columns like they machines at a gym, and in almost every harness was a boy, some young, some old, strapped in and spread-eagle. Some were manipulated onto their fronts, others on their sides as they took and enjoyed multiple men at once, and it was dawning on Ketala that some of the contraptions in the convention space 2 floors up were being utilised here.

“Hey look, another one!” Someone to his right spoke amongst the noise and a hand hooked around Ketala’s slim side. “Hey there, cutie. Wanna get strapped in? You look like a tight piece of ass to break in.”

The hyena’s head turned to a shaggy-furred fox with an intense stare. One quick glance told alerted Ketala to his lack of clothes, and he had solid muscle under fur that was so dark he couldn’t make out its colour in the purple lighting. He didn’t get a chance to say anything before the fox tugged, wanting him to follow, and though Ketala initially resisted, there was a chuckle behind him, and a hand pushed on his back, encouraging him forwards.

“C’mon, don’t hold out on me,” The fox insisted as they loosely walked, the hyena still hesitated for a moment. “I wanna see how much you can take. Don’t you?”

The fox’s hand dragged down and cupped a fistful of the hyena’s latex underwear, and Ketala arched his back instinctively, almost immediately feeling remarkable submissive. His feet moved on their own, and he couldn’t seem to find the words to either agree nor disagree, and simply followed along. It wasn’t like him to lose the ‘fight’ when it came to a conversation, but something about the Fox’s brazen nature and the way he so easily manhandled him made him feel weak at the knees. He was led over to an empty harness amongst several others, with cubs to his left and right, and he finally got the see the face of the other individual who had pushed his back-- another dragon, similar to Shiro, only his colours were darker and his face was much more square, framing a wide, half-charming grin.

Ketala didn’t have to do much himself, not that he had the strength to; something about the way the men manhandled him so confidently, like they’d done it so many times before, made him feel like putty in their hands. They hooked his arms in first, looping leather cuffs and canvas straps around the fur of his upper arms, whilst another came around his midsection and looped over his front in a criss-cross formation, with a metal hoop in the centre, reminiscent of some harness gear he’d seen in the past. All of it was connected to straps that ran all the way up to the ceiling, and Ketala only got the chance to glance up once before a hand pushed on his chest and forced him to lean back into the arms of another. Hands lifted his legs as strong arms cradled his skinny back, and the hyena’s face grew flushed when he was entirely off the floor. He looked down to watch them pulling down his latex underwear, slipping it around his knees and towards his ankles as they worked tirelessly to put more cuffs around his body, two on his ankles, more on the backs of his knees, and finally a cradle around the small of his back and some of his behind.

He felt their hands withdraw, and came to the realisation that he was truly suspended in the air, though this wasn’t new-- his Master had done it a few times before, even if it wasn’t what they typically did. He wriggled to see how stable he was and was surprised at how the fabric around his back kept him neatly in place, whilst the modular cuffs kept him from really being able to do much more than slightly wiggle his limbs in their direction. From the side, a hand brushed across his front before it dragged up his body, and Ketala exhaled, briefly enjoying the touch, before that hand snapped up to his neck and raked up his chin, squeezing hard against the bone.

“Aww, look. The puppy’s enjoying it,” The hand belonged to the Dragon, who leaned over and grinned, coming into Ketala’s view. “You don’t mind us being a little rough, do you?”

“Uh--” Ketala began to speak, but the Dragon rolled his hand up and closed his fist around the hyena’s muzzle, silencing his response. He met the Dragon’s gaze, saw the twinkle in his eye, an understood. With a growing smile, the man’s hand withdrew and came to Ketala’s cuffed wrists, where he pulled them up and over the 17-year-old’s head-- they easily sagged and felt into position up above, and Ketala was sure he could feel something holding them together, but he didn’t even try to pull them apart. A shiver of excitement tickled his spine as he watched the fox, who had first coerced him into this, move into position between his spread-eagled legs. It wasn’t even shameful to the hyena that was starting to get a little aroused, the tapering end of his cock poking through his sheath; the noises of cubs being abused around him, some of them whimpering in pain whilst others sniffled and moaned in tandem, was more than tantalising enough, but it was the way in which he was so thoroughly dominated that really got him going.

A spasm of discomfort shot through him, but with it came a tickle of glee, as the fox roughly rammed forwards and speared the teen’s hole in one hard thrust, pushing all the way to the base. If there was lube, Ketala barely felt it; the entry was slick and fast and penetrated whatever defences he had so abruptly that he could only clench, albeit briefly, in the aftermath. His body tensed as his muscles turned rigid, and he heard the chuckle coming from the fox, almost drowned out amidst the music and cacophonous din of moans and cries. The hyena glanced up to the vulpine and saw that he was smirking, but it didn’t reach his eyes-- Ketala was observant enough to know the fox was likely annoyed at his lack of a noise from being so roughly pierced. Aware of what the fox wanted, the hyena sucked in a breath as the man roughly yanked back, and he huffed a grunt, short and sweet, to entice him, before he fully relaxed himself to brace for another thrust, rolling his head back. When it didn’t come, he lifted his head slightly, but by then it was too late; the fox rammed forward again and caught the hyena by surprise, causing him to suck in a breath and hiss, met with discomfort again. Amusingly, his cock throbbed to an eager full mass just from a couple of thrusts, for the roughness of the vulpine’s hammering hips actually felt good.

The fox’s movements were rhythmical, but he deliberately hesitated now and again, throwing off the rhythm to catch Ketala by surprise. The hyena would have looked so he could be sure, where it not for the Dragon who had been standing by his head; he deliberately pulled the teen’s head back and forced him to look up at his grinning face, so that he couldn’t be sure of when the fox would roughly thrust into him, or when he’d need to clench and loosen. It made it difficult to follow a rhythm of his own and he was more often than not gasping and letting out quiet groans when he was rammed into deeply without warning, whilst all the while the Dragon cradled his head, hands cupped around his chin so he couldn’t angle his head any other way than up.

“He’s fuckin’ loving it,” The Dragon remarked with a lick of his lips, staring down at Ketala’s lidded expression. “Pup’s leaking everywhere...knew you liked it rough when I saw you.”

Ketala clamped his muzzle shut for a moment and spasmed when another thrust caught him by surprise, and he winced, letting out a hissing groan, when it pressed deeper than he expected and hit him in all the right places. The fox pushed forwards with an intense firmness that made Ketala’s body bunch up slightly, his spine compressing to fit into the space between the two men, before the man slid back and his hips, with the gravity of the backwards momentum, chased after the fox’s length. There was no bulbous base to it like Ketala’s own, no rigorous knot-fucking like he’d done to young Felipe before; it was thick, uniform, and long enough to sink as far as his Master and hit him in all the right spots. He couldn’t feel the moisture on his stomach, but there was no mistaking the ache in his loins and how stiff his cock was. It was embarrassing to admit he liked it, more so because they could see it.

The stranger fox rammed on in again, but he changed tact; instead of slowly taking his time and catching Ketala unawares, he started to pound into him with reckless abandon, his hips gliding and slamming into the hyena’s behind rapidly before he yanked back and thrust forwards again. He had his hands on Ketala’s legs, claws digging in so deep that they might leave a mark as he yanked and bucked, his hands tugging and pushing the hyena away to make each connection of pelvis and ass that much more rough and loud. Ketala could tell, from the feeling of it and the combined sound, that it was wet and sticky, likely from lubricant and pre-cum-- the fox huffed, audibly grunting with the effort as his balls smacked and the noisy sounds of wet slaps filled the hyena’s ears, louder than the music or any noise the nearby cubs could make. The only thing louder were his own sharp exhales and gasps from the relentless assault, his body firming up and his muscles clenching as his cock sprung with every thrust.

A sudden sharp stab rushed up his thigh, and Ketala’s first instinct was to jerk his head up, and the Dragon loosened his hands enough to allow him to see, at least what’s what Ketala assumed. The hyena stared down at the fox and his eyes widened to see the man’s muzzle clamped around his lower leg, just a little beneath the knee, where the slim muscle of his calf was pronounced and clenched. There was no mistaking the sudden pain; those fangs were in deep enough to draw blood...and Ketala didn’t know why, but it gave him such a rush. The Dragon jerked his head back and Ketala felt the pain deepen and spike as the fox’s muzzle withdrew, tongue smearing his fur, dragging across the marks he just made before he found another tender, sweet spot and bit down again. Ketala felt the stabbing pain once more, teasing the flesh but not yet sinking in, and he went to scrunch his eyes up, but a hand flexed on his jaw, prying his mouth open, until fingers glided against his tongue, silencing a potential groan that came from him.

“Eyes up here, kid.”

At their words, Ketala’s lids fluttered open, his breath brushing over the Dragon’s digits with hot, heavy pants as his body jiggled with each rough movement. It was hard to keep his eyes open with the occasional stab of discomfort, mixed in with a dizzying giddiness of pleasure that he wouldn’t have even begun to feel if he were still the boy he was at 10-years-old. He stared up at the Dragon’s face as the man smirked, fingers brushing and rolling around the 17-year-old’s tongue. Another sharp stab was felt, and Ketala hadn’t been expecting it; it made his entire core clench and his body trembled, taken by surprise. Shiro had never bite him before. He hadn’t endured that type of acute, particuliar pain in so long...it was embarrassing to realise how much of a turn-on it was, how much it made his cock throb. He already felt so close. The Dragon delighted in his expression and licked his lips to the sounds of Ketala’s groans around his roaming digits.

“There’s a good boy. I want to see the look in your eyes when you cum. You can do that for me, right?” He sounded sweet, but there was an edge to his tone that mixed in with the bravado and gave Ketala the impression of dangerous undertones, which in a way tickled him, and only seemed to encourage those pleasurable sensations. He whimpered at the words and arched his back a little more, his breathing growing heavy as a tightness coiled in his loins. He couldn’t squirm, so that most he could do was clench even harder and curl his hands and feet, trying to keep his eyes open as the rough pounding of the fox’s hips probed his prostate, making everything feel that much more intense the closer he got to his climax. It was rare for him to cum-- even his Master had to work hard to get it out of him. These two strangers who he hadn’t even met were doing it so easily...they must be professionals.

A tingle rushed through him, surging up his spine, indicating he was past the point of no return. He groaned around those digits, his chest heaving, and he tried to hold on for as long as he could, having to put all his willpower into just staring into the Dragon’s eyes, before a shudder rolled through him and every knot in his muscles unwound at once. His body became limp as his knot inflated, and squirts of cum shot from the end of his member, splattering over his chest, trickling between the slim muscles and oozing onto his stomach, where it pooled in his belly button. Despite his orgasm, the vulpine didn’t stop; he abused Ketala’s prostate and continued to ram inside as his muzzle stayed clamped to his leg, wanting to make the most of the hyena’s squeezing innards amidst his release, but he only kept it up for a handful of moments before he started to slow, sighing with his own approval. His claws dug in harshly against Ketala’s thighs as he rocked and sank in before slowly pulling out, back and forth, and the stabs of warmth and pushing against his sensitive inner flesh was indication enough that the fox was done, too. Ketala could only go based on the feeling, for he vowed to never let his gaze waver, and the Dragon seemed satisfied with that, from the way he smiled. The reptile bowed his head, and Ketala flinched when he hovered above the hyena’s lips, but he didn’t do what the teen was expecting, and instead delved his head to the side. The hyena’s eyes widened and his pupils dilated as he felt teeth raking his flesh, and the Dragon bit down, in the same way the fox had, right against the tender flesh between his neck and shoulder. He could feel the teeth threatening to graze his collarbone, and moisture trickled down his shoulder to his armpit. He was bleeding. He only registered after the fact that the fox’s teeth had withdrawn, leaving him with another trickling warmth and an additional ache.

The emptiness that followed the vulpine’s abrupt withdrawal was something that Ketala only ever really felt with Shiro...which, he supposed, would mean that he felt it every time. But the sensation of it reminded him that he missed his Master, just a little, and part of him wondered where he was. The Dragon withdrew his fingers and retracted his head, wiping his hand off on the hyena’s chest where the fur was dry, and he briefly hovered his maw in Ketala’s vision, streaks of red against his chin, before his head disappeared from view and his hand moved away from the boy’s chin. That gave the teen the chance to crane his head up to see, and his gaze raked from the fox’s naked form down to his thick, humanoid-shaped cock rubbing sensually up against the hyena’s inner thick, glistening in the purple lighting. Streaks of darkness ran in small rivers down Ketala’s leg, which the fox took pleasure in deliberately smearing up against his side to rub against them, sending spasms of discomfort down the hyena’s body that were converted into pleasureable tingles. The fox was definitely sizeable alright, and his death grip on the hyena’s thighs had loosened, and he gently stroked his fur up and down as he rubbed against him. It was a nice, semi-affectionate sort of touch in the way of something so rough...like having a glass of milk after eating something spicy. It was welcome, and Ketala briefly sagged his head back to relish it.

A few moments passed before the hands and heat withdrew from him, Ketala lifted his head and frowned when he realised the two men were gone. He could see the back of the fox sauntering off around the room, heading to another cub who was strapped in and seemingly unoccupied...and Ketala begin to understood what a predicament he put himself in. Not that it mattered-- part of him suspected this is where he’d end up anyway. No-one approached him right away, and he spent some time just looking around, watching the cubs nearby. Some of them were tear-eyed but as stiff as a board down there, others already painted in cum...they’d been here a while.

“I thought I might find you here.” 

A familiar voice immediately had Ketala’s ears twisting for the source, and he turned his head to the side just in time to see the person he’d been searching for the most. There was no mistaking his angular jaw, his searching eyes, his serious expression...though now lacking clothes, it was his Master. Shiro rounded the side of him, studying his body, and reached out to drag a finger down his stomach, scooping gooey seed from beneath his spent length.

“You said you wanted to go here, Master,” Ketala cleared his throat. “Though, I thought you would still be busy...”

“I just got here,” Shiro replied, bringing the finger to his lips and licking the cum off it. “I saw you were indulging yourself. I didn’t want to interrupt.”

Ketala watched with bated breath as Shiro stepped around him further and hovered between his legs for a moment, before he moved back around him and towards his side. He was already at half-mast and clearly interested, but he was showing restraint, and the hyena wasn’t sure why.

“I’m going to have a look around...in the meantime,” Shiro leaned in, and plucked the pin from Ketala’s collar. “Since I’m here, I will intervene if it gets too much for you...but I think this will be a good experience for you. And you like it, don’t you?”

Ketala’s face flushed, but he nodded-- he wouldn’t dare lie to his Master. Shiro cupped a hand against the side of his cheek for just a moment before he withdrew, a smile playing on his lips. 

“After this, let’s get something to eat. I’ve been invited to a small room party later...they’re quite eager to meet you.” He nodded shortly thereafter in a way that said more than he could have with words, before he slowly stepped around the side of someone and made himself present in a group of 4, surrounding a cub nearby. They scooted to make room for him and they fell into conversation as he lined himself up with them, before others stepped in the way, obscuring what Ketala could see.

The hyena turned his head straight just in time to see a tall elk man, with an impressively sized cock, eyeing him up from a distance-- and behind him, the familiar reptile, Coppola, from earlier in the cruise. He was dragging along a staggering, bruised cub half his height, who limped and clung to him like a lost puppy. The reptile briefly looked over and their eyes locked for a moment, causing the reptile to smirk and lick his lips, before Ketala glanced away and back to the elk, admittedly more intrigued by him, and he was shocked to find the elk was still staring at him, as if waiting for him to look back. The hyena’s ears naturally folded at the elk’s penetrating gaze, and it was all the consent the elk needed. He started making his way over as Coppola disappeared from view, and Ketala squirmed, both with anticipation and some mild unease. It reminded him of the ‘old days’, crude as they were. But things were different now.

He was going to have the time of his life, for as long as he was here on the cruise.