"Pay attention, peasant," Miguel's sharp tone rang out in his bedroom one late afternoon. He was looking down with a stern, unblinking expression with his paw on his hip and the other gripping a fistful of light brown hair. "You will look to your king when he speaks to you, am I understood?" His shorts were almost completely undone, exposing a piece of his hard-on. If he any shred of respect, he'd look him in the eyes so they can truly begin.

The peasant before him was none other than King Nacho. He was on his knees eye-level to his crotch, blushing harshly with the expression of a submissive slut on his usually brash face. His headdress and loincloth were cast aside along with his cuffs that were replaced with blue/pink striped arm warmers and toeless leggings, making him into that of a feminine king everyone wanted to see him as, even the aristocat. And surprisingly, the getup had turned on his bitch switch as it turned him on to be in such a position under the canine he loved to pieces each and every day.

"Yes, master, I apologize, master," He responded, his words dripping with desperation and want as he looks up at the grown pup towering over him, his snout placed close to his shorts that housed the bulge within it. His master nodded with his obedience and pulled him flush with his crotch.

"Don't let it happen again, or you will face punishment," Miguel warned with a growl at the last word. The question he had stored died in his throat once he witnessed his sub's tail wagging with earnestness as he heard him pant and whine in desperation. He scoffed, watching the pitiful reaction of the canine with distaste. It was obvious he was hungry for cock and decided he would have it, but it won't be so easy. He'll have to earn it first. The look he gave him while doing it did make him even harder at least- he'll give him that much.

"Hah, do you want this cock, Nacho?" He asked with a hint of scorn, his mouth edging into a smirk while the canine started to lick at his bulge, whining louder. "Do you?"

Nacho's mouth hung open with his tongue pressed flat against his descendant, almost sucking on his clothed erection when he heard the question and nodded frantically, eyes shone with want. The amount of hunger in them almost broke his willpower not to rip his pants off and throatfuck him into unconsciousness. Almost like he did with Ryuken, because he saw the feline within the king somehow with how well he played the submissive role.

"Let me hear you say it," His superior huffed. "Do you want it?"

"Yes, please, sir, I want your cock, I want it so badly, please," He answered without fail, his baritone voice girly and breathy. His tail thumped on the floor, showing his hunger through there and those half-lidded blue eyes of his. Miguel bit his lip, his own tail wagging gleefully, and he slowly slides his shorts down, revealing more and more of his hard cock that really made the feminine hunk salivate more than necessary, his own erect dick throbbing itself. He almost moaned when the shorts were all the way down and his master's dick had sprung up in his face, almost smoldering with musk and shiny with precum. The ruler has never been so hungry for dick in a while!

Miguel hummed, licking his lips, and took his cock in one paw, tapping it against his spiral-marked cheek as his sub breathed shakily, almost looking to whine again from not having it enter his mouth right away. He whined when his master started rubbing his length all over his face, tapping his snout a few times in the process, before going to the other cheek as he was looked down upon with a growing smile and taunting eyes.

"Please, master, I want it!" Nacho whined, the heat generated in his body from being teased nearly unbearable. He thought he was finally getting to suck off his master, but was only teased in return, making it a total let-down. His master noticed the disappointment but couldn't care less at the moment, he wanted to see the so-called king of the Underworld squirm beneath him. He'll do it until midnight if he has to, or until he starts crying.

"I'll stop when you tell me you really want it in your mouth," Miguel chuckled, loving the desperate look in his sub's face that had his meat rubbed all over it. He wasn't lying when he said it turned him on as much as the other guy. "Call me 'Daddy'."

Nacho panted. "D-daddy." He got a slap on the cheek with his cock.

"Louder."

"Daddy!" His body quaked.

Another slap followed through with his length giving his face a solid rub-down. "Like you mean it, boy, out with it!" The yell coming from Miguel sounded so unlike him but he wasn't thrusting into that mouth until he announced his submission to him.

That seemed to flip a switch into the canine. "Daddy, please, I want your cock so much! I want to be your bitch until I can't walk anymore, just please fuck my mouth!" He wailed without pause. His eyes watered with tears and his blush just about covered half his face. Even Miguel seemed surprised at this outburst to an extent, before his frowning maw morphed into a grin.

"Very well, sub, you have earned your reward." He murred, slapping his sub's face with his cock one last time, leaving a drop of precum behind before taking it and guiding it into his mouth. He bit his lip at his warm tongue already embracing it all over before he closed his mouth halfway through with a long husky moan. His paws move to grip his neglected hardon and stroke as his master scratched his ears and grabbed his mused hair, thrusting back and forth slowly. At long last.

"Mmm..." He moaned with a mouthful of dick, eagerly swirling his tongue around the shaft that pumped into his mouth, gradually picking up speed. His master hissed from the hot inside of his sub's mouth that sucked him in with earnestness having been hungering to take him after all the teasing he was subjected to. The tongue that coursed around him the entirety of being in his mouth made it even better, as he couldn't help but keep going, even as he pulled out to the shaft and went back in, holding in a shaky moan.

"That's it, put that tongue to good use, flick the head." He found himself commanding, panting softly. He gripped the base of his cock, guiding it deeper into his sub's mouth who welcomed it with grace, his eyes rolling up from the taste of pre he received. He wanted more. He sucked harder on the cock getting close to the back of his throat, gaining a brief gasp out of his master. For him to make such sounds meant that he was doing a great job at it- he's been waiting so long to taste him after all, he had to show his gratitude for it.

"Just keep your head straight, just like that," Before he knew it, he had his dick going down Nacho's throat, discovering a better heat than his mouth. He released a shuddery breath, his legs trembling. He's never dipped into his ancestor's throat as often as he did himself and it was heavenly. The canine taking his dick this far choked erotically, moaning on him, clearly enjoying it as shown on his face. His eyes were almost completely rolled up and were crossed. He really was a slut when he wanted to be. It made sense he was given dick by his close lovers and associates (who were citizens from Gladiatorville who are now occasional boyfriends). Perhaps it was the arm warmers and leggings that did it, but he could be wrong.

Miguel felt his balls boil from the rising pressure of half-heartedly fucking his sub's mouth who tried swallowing any part of his length that dipped past his mouth, continuously drooling and moaning. He didn't want this to end just yet, he needed to hear his cries of pleasure first, if he didn't cum beforehand that is. He lets out an airy exhale before stopping and holding Nacho's head still before sliding out slowly, hissing. He halted when getting to the tip, allowing for the ruler on his knees to get one final suck in before pulling from his mouth completely, leaving him to whine softly.

"You've done quite well for a peasant," He complimented in his best kingly voice. He pretty much nailed the part regardless of not being one. Yet. His ancestor barked softly in response, making his dick twitch covered in saliva. He'll accept it for the most part but damn hearing him bark gets him all worked up.

"Now, get on the bed and arch your back," He then commanded, pointing to the bed beside him. Nacho excitedly gets up on it, assuming the position as directed without fail. "Good boy."

He climbs on the bed behind him, palming his ass and pushing a little to give him some room before bringing his paw down on him, creating a loud 'smack'. The yelp coming out of the canine bent over was delicious. "Stay down." He ordered, with lust tainting his voice. He grabbed his supple asscheeks, giving them a nice squeeze that Nacho murred from, before pushing in two thumbs and spreading his cheeks wide. Exactly how he'd do him any time. He ignored Nacho's tail occasionally hitting him on the noggin and focused on getting his hole wet. His lips curl upward and he licks his lips, humming before leaning in, tonguing it accurately.

"N-ah~!" Nacho gasped, his head risen, before settling back down once his master's tongue started working on loosening his entrance. "Ah..." He hissed afterward, letting himself stay in this position so he can get the most out of this and be prepared to be dominated. The thoughts of how he'll be fucked made his cock twitch from where it hung in between his parted legs and his heart skip a beat. He could hardly wait for that moment to come. He never bottomed for Miguel as much as he did for Lady Catterly, but like this, wearing these things in place of his cuffs, it utterly aroused him.

Greatly. Especially with Miguel sucking on his tight ring despite it being loosened. He's had toys plunged in there to the point a few simple licks would suffice for penetration but he did more than just lick his anus to wetness. He wanted to make him feel good first before going in. It was better that way, they both knew it. Once he was done, he swirled his tongue in a circle on his pink ring, gradually sinking deeper and deeper with his sub gasping and sighing his name. 

"Daddy...more..." He whined languidly, moaning louder from his master's actions. In which, he pulled his dick out from between his legs and leaned down further, licking it down past his balls back to his asshole. His claw dig into the bed when his master did it a few more times, occasionally swirling his tongue around the head. "Daddy!"

"Mhm," His 'Daddy' responded, muzzle-deep in his ass. The series of sucks and suctions emit from behind King Nacho, with his descendant going to down lubing him up. He doesn't say anything anymore, he just lays there, whimpering, shakily moaning, wishing to at least cum until his master was done.

"Mmm, King Miguel likes," Miguel uttered with triumph, mimicking his ancestor's tone and catchphrase, smacking his rear again and again on both cheeks, laying down a small spank session to heat up the mood. The canine cried in pleasure from each strike, his tail moving erratically, adding more fuel to the flame of the passion of being a submissive bottom bitch. An additionally harsh strike made him cry out and he came hard, shooting his release on the blanket he laid over. He trembled with each pump of his cock while Miguel watched, messaging a tender cheek that was blossoming red.

"That's it, cum as many times as you need to, sub, I'll keep going until I do too," He said, slapping his cock right in the center of his bottom bitch's ass and bending down, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him up with. Once he had, his back was flush against his chest, save for his cock that rested comfortably in between his rosy cheeks. He folds his arms under his sub's and grips his shoulders like that, now holding him in a full nelson.

"Daddy...Please fuck me, I want it!" Nacho begged pathetically, his tail thumping against his chest as he panted, feeling his master's hardness against him. "I want to be made to scream for you."

Miguel shushed him gently, leaning in and licking up the back of his neck to his frazzled hair, lapping at his ears and pulling one back with his mouth to suck on the tip, listening to the dog murr contently. Just a little snuggle to start off. "Are you ready, Nacho? I'm not going easy on you."

"Yes, daddy, please give it to me," He answered pleadingly, desperate to feel his descendant inside of him.

Miguel grinned, holding him firmly and pulled back some to guide his dick in, skillfully finding the hole and pushing forward. Nacho's moan drew out the further he went, feeling a warm, wet, and snug feeling pull him in until he reached the hilt- now completely inside. He let out a huff through his nose, the feel of his walls hugging his length already coursing him to move his hips back and forth with a shaky breath. He hadn't gotten to plunge into the king in a while.

"Oh, yes..." His sub moaned, rolling his head back into his master's shoulder, fixed in his position to take the cock thrusting in and out of his ass at a nice pace. But it wasn't as nice for long when his master decided to pick up the pace, making their balls meet in unison to create a soft 'plap' sound. His moans grow louder and his cock is already at full mast again. "Daddy. Oh, daddy, yes." His mostly feminine voice was too much not to hear every once in a while, it was that arousing.

"Yeah?" His descendant mimicked, moving his paws down to pinch and roll his nipples around, going a little bit faster than before now, eager to hear his sub cry for him. His soft grunts hardened over time and Nacho was jolting slightly from each thrust, moaning louder as he held onto his strong arms keeping him from falling off. His master growled, leaving little bite marks starting from his shoulder to his neck, giving it a nice long lick, making Nacho's eyes roll.

Soon, his world became filled with stars briefly when his prostate was struck after a particularly harsh thrust from Miguel, ripping a strangled cry out of the canine. His daddy thrusted again the same way, hitting that spot and sending shivers up his spine as he again cried out his master's name, further fueling him to fuck faster and in a better position. He growled, freeing one paw to smack his sub's ass to make him cry out again before shoving him facefirst into the bed, keeping the same pace once he's got his arms wrapped around his body.

"Fuck yes, take my cock, you little slut, take what your king is dishing out, mutt!" He spat in his ear, letting out a harsh grunt with each plunge of his hips, hearing only yips and praising groans out of the ruler he pounded into the bed. "Want more?"

Nacho's only response was a howling moan. He swiftly gets a couple more pumps in before stopping and pulling out, leaving the canine to whine at the loss before he was grabbed and roughly turned around on his back, letting him see that face again. That face begged for him to put that cock back in again, but he was doing so his way and it involved a new position that'll really get them both off.

"Hold your legs up, now," Miguel snarled, sticking his length back in faster than his ancestor could comply, lifting his legs up and pulling them back, showcasing his flexibility to the dog who was showing him who's the boss. His leggings stopping at half of his feet compelled him to thrust with half the intensity as before and take one hindpaw, running his tongue across a few times before moving to the other, doing the same and sticking a few toes in his mouth, sucking vigorously with Nacho moaning uncontrollably.

"Ah! Aaaahhh!" He drew out, overcome with immense pleasure from being done this way. His master continued soaking the upper halves of his feet in his saliva, using his tongue as he rammed his hips balls-deep in his asshole, moaning huskily from how it stroked his cock back and forth, almost like he was plunging deep into a well-licked pussy- if he was topping Felicity or any of the girls the guys were with. Hell, he'd want to do that anyway, show those sluts how a real dick works in this type of setting.

But first, he must make do with his ancestor, now made into a sniveling bitch hungry for cock, and thirsty for cum. He let go of his footpaw and dove down, gripping the bed firmly and augmenting his already hard and swift thrusts, pleasure motivating him further than before. Added to with his sub almost screaming his name in utter bliss.

"Yes, daddy, yes! Fuck me, make me cum, I need it, please!" His eyes were completely rolled up. "Please don't stop, break me!"

He's already doing that, but the pressure in his pistoning cock was rising faster and higher than he can control, meaning that he can't stop. He won't stop. Not until he fills every crevice of his ass with his seed.

"I can't stop," Miguel panted, looking Nacho straight in the eyes. Sex-hungry brown pupils meeting ecstacy-filled hazel ones. "I won't stop."

"Please do-" He started, eyes glistening with tears before his daddy went forth and smashed their lips together. The canine jostling from his descendant's movements melts into it, his eyes shutting close as he wraps his arms and legs around his torso and hangs on tight, awaiting the inevitable. They kissed for far longer than they ever could, sharing muffled noises of pleasure as they both close in on their final moment. It was only a matter of time through Miguel's harsh, but slowed thrusts.

Once. Twice. Third. He broke the kiss then and there on the fourth, finally climaxing deep within his sub. Nacho released a girly scream, cumming a second time, and Miguel's cry was cut off with a feral howl aimed at the heavens. His body and soul were put into it, pumping all the cum in his balls into his ancestor's ass, never pulling out. His sub howled with him, synchronizing into one as they rode out their explosive highs.

Their howls die down a moment later as did their orgasms. Miguel huffed, panting heavily as did his ancestor, who whimpered ever so slightly as his limbs go limp and release the grown pup who collapsed down on his soiled chest anyway. When he regained some strength, he pulls out of him, allowing for his semen to drip out before licking the well-fucked king's face.

"Hey, how'd I do?" He asked, mostly breathless, scratching down his ear. "Ya know, with the dominant thing?"

As if he needed to play along anymore past this point. Nacho groaned softly, chuckling. "Fantastic, baby. I didn't know you had it in you."

His descendant sighed with a tired smile, hugging him close. "Must be because of me being a grown-up probably. It came naturally."

"Yeah, I was a little bit terrified though, you were so convincing." He noted, nuzzling into his cheek, giving it a kiss. "You could make history running the palace, you know." To that, Miguel laughed.

"True, but my place is here with Felicity," He cupped his cheek, looking into his eyes once more. "But you know I'd be around for you anytime if you need me."

Ok, that made him shed a tear, but he understood regardless. "Promise?"

He answered that by connecting their lips again.