A Shameful Secret 
Chapter 39: A Hero's rewards, a greedy Lords undoing 1/2 


Dunlup shook his head in mild disbelief as he slowly strolled towards the bed, grinning like a fat old chip-toothed fool while taking it all in. Murcy, Tilly, Tracy and Joy were all assembled on the mattress, draped over the pillows and each other. A beautiful puzzle of sleek thighs, pert breasts, supple loins, deep, beautiful eyes and happy smiles. "Well girls, I must say, I deeply approve of your choice of reward for my humble service to your village," the old Jack quipped while approaching the bed slowly, as if the smallest misstep might wake everyone up from this wonderful dream.


The old Donkey loosened his pants with every step, and let them slide to the floor. His thick equine mast bobbed up as they slipped off, bouncing almost directly into Murcy's cute snout. He’d gotten hard when first seeing this delicious young cervine in the inn, with her clothes on even, and he was even more aroused now. "It sure is good to get you into my own room," he murmured, licking his thick rubbery lip's, making them giggle at his obvious desire for them.


"Yeah, no creepy Wolves this time," Tracy replied with a wink, prompting a murmur of approval from the other Doe's. It was plainly all the Deer girls had disliked the robber predators, and were very glad the heroic Donkeys had nutted them all.


"Besides," Joy added with a wicked grin, as her eyes swept down the older male's fat body. "This one is so much thicker." They all giggled, and soon Murcy's hands were caressing the throbbing cock, Joy rubbed his doughy belly and fondled his hefty sac. Tilly, off to one side, lightly guided one of the Smith's calloused hands to her mouth and lightly suckled on a thick finger. Tracy leaned in close, nuzzling his gut while fondling his fat testicles alongside Joy. 


The girls had already seen the Donkey naked, but this was their first chance to really take it in; the mass of cock meat, throbbing and hard, as it drooled from the flare, and those huge nuts. Low-slung, heavy and powerful, the Does playing with them letting out little moans.


"Oho, he’s got such BIG balls too!" Murcy observed in shock and delight, as she watched the others fondle those mighty orbs with their small warm fingers.


"Yeah... I bet he's really virile," Joy observed, slowly licking her lips, as the other Doe's joined in giggling lewdly. "Could breed us all easily." The Deers nodded their heads eagerly, which made Dunlup chuckle at the sexy females that so obviously lusted after the older male.


"You got lots of foals back home, stud?" All Dunlup could do was to just stand still and savor it, as Tilly asked the question about his breeding history.


"Ohoho, girls... I don't wanna brag, but... I've made more than a few highborn Mares round with my Mule offspring," the blacksmith admitted with a lewd grin. Truthfully, he’d lost count of the number of Mares he’d bred. Dunlup took slow, deep breaths, letting his big belly swell against their hands, while dribbling pre-cum onto those supple hands caressed him. The way they played with his fat balls... encouraging his excitement to grow with every caress.


"Oooh, you've been breeding mares, huh? Naughty old stud," Tilly cooed with excitement, while the others giggled in amusement at the thought of fine Equine ladies getting bred by the Donkey. Tracey leaned over and kissed his flare, eyes looking up into the Smith's own.


"Well, stud, that's okay with us. We're not gonna make you cover up OR pull out. Mmmm... you've earned all of us by saving the village and setting up the neutered pred whore house." Joy nodded in agreement, and leaned her muzzle in, lightly kissing the old Donkey's sweaty ball-sac. And then her ears twitched, as she looked up, hearing her name called faintly. Frowning in annoyance, she listened... there it was again. 


"Dammit... I'll be right back," the slender Deer announced with a heavy sigh, and scrambled to get her clothes back on before slinking out the door. She returned a few minutes later, peeking her head back into the room. 


"So, awkward, but people are setting up a whole party downstairs, Lord Blander is coming to town for a visit. Dad roped me into helping set up. Tracey, your mom is asking for you to make your famous applesauce. Says it's 'thematically appropriate', whatever that means," the sexy Doe rolled her large eyes, which drew giggles out of everyone. With an exaggerated sigh and her head hanging dramatically, Tracey disengaged and got dressed.


"Okaaay, seems I have to go crush some fruits of my own," Tracey quipped, before pressing herself against him from behind and caressing his flabby gray body intensely for a moment. "I'll be BACK for you later, big guy. I owe you so much.... so do the other girls, I'll cover for you girl but don't wear him right out, okay?" At Joy's urging, they left the room, leaving the Jack alone with Murcy and Tillie.


"Hehe... don't worry, we'll leave you a little something," Tillie called with a lewd sounding giggle, as both her and Murcy tugged the fat Donkey into the bed. Even as Dunlup grinned leeringly at the two of them, his thick roughly callused hands fondling their naked bodies. 


The two slender Doe's took turns sharing long passionate kisses with him, all three of them panting and gulping for breath in excitement. "Ok, so who gets to ride first?" Tillie asked with a grin as Murcy blushed hard, grinding her dribbling sex along his thick and furry thighs. 


"I, I think… it should be me," Murcy moaned, looking up into Dunlup's eyes, appealing to him with those huge brown eyes as he chuckled softly. 


"I'm fine with that... if the two of you agree," the homely Equine snorted lustfully, looking over at Tillie, who was looking like she was thinking about arguing the point. Until she shared a long knowing look with Murcy, her muzzle softening as the two of them traded looks. 


"Well alright, but I get to enjoy you both at the same time," Tillie countered, giggling lustfully, as Murcy lay back in the bed spreading those long shapely legs invitingly for the blacksmith. 


"I can't find anything wrong with that," Dunlup laughed with delight, as he climbed between her thighs. His thick organ dangling down to rub against those leg's, as Tillie cuddled up against Murcy's body to fondle them both as she watched the action. 


Murcy let out a sigh as she felt his big soft belly spread over her, even while the blunt flare of the Jack's cock bumped up against her plush ass. Dunlup took a deep breath, then exhaled over Murcy's slender throat. She trembled under him, as his hefty body slid gently on top of her sleek, sinfully young frame. His sagging chest brushed her pert tits, his belly covering her midriff. He slid back, letting his thick pole slide teasingly against her rump and nethers, and then shifted his hips, dragging his flare along her damp cleft. 


He turned to Tillie and smiled, as the Doe leaned in, trading lustful kisses with Dunlup and Murcy. "Wanna help me put it in?" The grinning male offered, the Doe wordlessly agreed reaching down to grasp his pulsing shaft in one soft hand. She lifted the flat flare until it was positioned just right, and then trembled as she felt that thick sex organ slowly sliding through her palms. Dunlup pushed, grunting while rolling his hips and working his big blunt flare into the trembling Doe slowly. "Ohohoo, you sweet little treasure... you're a tight young thing. I'll go slow... you just say if it gets uncomfortable..."


"I can take it," Murcy assured, as her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. "You're bigger around than Alaric... but... I want you so much more," the Deer girl admitted with a moan, as her tight sex slowly stretched to take his enormous cock. 


"Oh Yeah!" Murcy moaned loudly, as she felt his thick member spread her moist folds wide. "Yes... alright... it's a lot of cock but it's not hurting so far," the sexy female moaned out, as she looked up at the Jack towering over her. Before the bandits had came she had been a innocent virgin, but since that time she had been mounted many times. Not just by the predators, as Alaric had made her work as a whore. A dozen traveling merchants had paid for her services as well. Still, that Donkey cock was the biggest thing she had ever taken, Wolf knots were wide but their cocks were in no way as thick.


"Don't you worry about my girl here," Tillie chuckled, leaning in to take one of Murcy's hard nipples into her mouth, nibbling and suckling on it playfully. Even as her hands were fondling Dunlup's heavy balls, soft smooth fingertips exploring those orbs. 


"We’ve all grown used to this kind of thing... Just last week I had a Bull wine merchant inside of me. And I know that Murcy took one of those pampered highborn Horses, you know that smells like flowers because they bathe in scent covering perfume. They don't smell like real males... not like you do," Tillie moaned, burying her nose in Dunlup's chest fur, to take a long breath as she continued to fondle Murcy's breasts with one hand while weighing those Jack balls with the other. 


"And didn't you tell me that you weren't impressed with him, Murcy?" Tillie giggled as Murcy laid back moaning softly, Dunlups wide fucker slowly bottoming out in her soft sex.


"Uhum... yeah... he wasn't a challenge at all. And he was so proud of himself, but he wasn't half your thickness... and he went off so quick that I barely had time to get wet." Murcy snorted in disdain, the wealthy Stallion had only thought about his own pleasure.


The fat old Jackass's hips gradually began moving faster… he still wanted to be careful with the young Deer, but the more he pushed inside Murcy, the more faith he had in her recent but thorough sexual experience. 


"Ho ho... I know the type," he agreed with a smirk, thinking it a shame he hadn't gotten that bastard in his shop. "They show up in my Smithy all the time. Usually brought in by a father or their brothers to get gelded," the Jack grunted, and started thrusting harder into Murcy's incredibly snug slit . His shaft squeezed, his sweaty nuts tugged gently by Tilly playfully.


"Ohhh. So that's how you knew how... to do it... to all those bandits." Tilly gasped, her heart fluttering as she treasured the testicles in her soft hands even more. "You were so amazing at it... you turned all those bandits from snarling ruffians into neutered pups... and watching you saw off that big bear's brutish cock... after he begged you to let him keep it." Tilly was babbling breathlessly at that point, lost in the memory she found so arousing.


"Really?" Murcy asked with a deep exhalation, as she felt his thrusts stretch out her snug sex further. "So that’s what those Horse nobles are really like?" She snickered in derision at the knowledge of what past for a male where Dunlup came from, not that the nobles here were that much better. Their own lord protector was a greedy, soft Stag who’d done nothing to save them from the bandit take over. 


"So you get to do it to them... what you did to the bandits... and they're ok with letting you do it?" Both Doe's seemed shocked by the idea, Tillie shuddered hard at the scene before her, not even showing resistance as the Donkey gripped her neck to turn her pretty muzzle so he could share a long lustful kiss with her. One hand gripping her ass cheek as he pumped into Murcy's hot sex faster and faster, both Deer girls moaning in desire as he worked.


"Oh yeah... that's my job. Back home, I've made so many horses into geldings…I can't even count that high," he lied, a gloating smirk on his face. The truth was he had stopped counting when he realized that numbers didn't matter… because it would never be enough for him.


"Oooh... do... do you like it?" Murcy asked, the young Doe's eyes lidded, her cheeks flushed as she felt that fat Onager stretch her deliciously. "Gelding all those... horses," she panted softly, her hands lifting slowly, palms feeling the Donkey's soft, shifting sides, her knees lifting as well, thighs stroking his legs.


"Hell yeah I do," the horny Jackass blurted out passionately, a huge gloating smile splayed over his homely muzzle. "Half the time I work naked, feeling those warm, fresh Horse balls popping out into my palm. Dropping them into my bucket… gets me hard as hell... especially when their girlfriend is there to watch it happen. I generally fuck the new geldings and their former girlfriends while the other watches on." Both could tell that Dunlup was speaking the truth, and that he really does love getting to turn stuck up Stallions into geldings.


Mercy moaned, smiling and biting her lower lip to keep from bursting into laughter. "So that's why you have sired so many Mules... huh, stud..." With a gasp of lust, Tillie shifted herself around, laying backwards, her shoulders near Dunlup's knees. So she could hold his hefty seed kegs with her hands and look past them, watching his pole plunging into Murcy's tight pussy. "You breed them! And watching their boyfriends get gelded makes them so wet..."


"Oh, I can relate." Murcy moaned hoarsely, her eyes glazing over as she pushed up to meet his hard pounding jabs. Her hands slid around the Jack’s wide hips to firmly grab his broad rump. "Watching you castrate Alaric... I never felt such a thrill in my life. God, you can breed my belly full, stud. You may not be the first male I ever had... but you're the first one... I ever wanted to have rutting me."


"Hee Hee Haw!" Dunlup threw his head back, letting out a bray of delight as his seed blasted Murcy's insides hotly.


"Ohoh god Murcy, he's doing it," Tillie moaned in warning, not that the other Doe winded at all. "I can feel his huge balls lifting up... he's gonna cum inside of you!" Dunlup was way too far gone to be witty by that point, he had warned them all beforehand anyway. His long ears whipped as his head jerked back and forth, teeth grinding as his whole sweaty body lurched. Tilly felt his meaty testicles jump and throb in her hands, while she watched his thick urethra pulse, thick seed disappear into Murcy's womb. Both the old Jack and the young Doe moaned heavily and deeply as he filled her.


"Ohoooooo..." Murcy squealed, she didn't need Tillie to tell her he was about to cum, and the rut muscle had already pushed her to the point of orgasm. With her muzzle pushing against his thick neck, the sexy Doe's eyes rolled back into her head. As a wave of pleasure washed over her, making little flashes appear before her eyes as she listened to him panting and braying. While down below Tillie had her muzzle pushed between those flabby thighs, kissing and licking all over Dunlup's hefty sack as his fat orbs drew up.


"I felt the same way... watching you take Jamisons stuff… it was the most aroused I'd ever felt," Tillie confessed in a muffled whimper, while watching the huge dick pound into Murcy's hot sex. And then, just like that, he finished. The old donkey hardly paused as he rolled Tillie around, grinning down at her as she lay there on her belly, mouth going to Murcy's gushing sex as he straddled her sleek tawny thigh's, while he pushed his thick wet fucker against the second Deer females hot dribbling sex. Tillie began to lick the river of white cream leaking from Murcy's gaping slit, while Dunlup stood on his knees between her wide spread legs, watching over her back as one female licked his spunk from the others gaping pussy.


"Hehehe... that's a sexy sight. Damn, you must really love the taste of my spoo," the Jackass moaned as he leaned over Tillie's back, his huge organ pushing into her petite sex lustfully. She moaned out loudly, her pretty pointed muzzle covered in his thick, sticky, cum. 


"Come here and give me a taste... sexy girl," the ugly stud grunted, as he worked his chubby organ inside of her quivering body. Grabbing Tillie's head, Dunlup pulled it around, sharing a long passionate kiss on those cum covered lip's. His tongue parted her lips, sliding into her mouth to taste his own thick greasy cum on the young Doe's sleek soft tongue. 


"Yep, that's the taste of Donkey alright," Dunlup laughed in lewd delight, as his hefty balls slapped against the Deers velvety sex. The two Does kissed a few more times, before Tillie went back to licking Murcy's hot dripping sex. Dunlup nibbled her floppy Cervine ears, as his soft belly covered her rump and lower back. 


He hardly noticed as the other girls returned, his lustful pumping and thrusting all his Donkey mind could focus on. The two girls returned alongside some married Does from their village, some with their mates' blessing... others without their mates knowing. None of that mattered to the old donkey; if they wanted to feel what it was like to be rutted by him, then he wasn't about to turn any of them down, he thought as he pounded away with lewd vigor.


***


Lord Blander arrived in the village riding in a fancy carriage, surrounded by a honor guard of forty heavily armored Stag warriors. The finely dressed noble held his head high, doing his best to look regal and lordly. The effect marred by his slender frame and soft doughy belly, which his expensive clothing was unable to hide. The carriage pulled to a stop in-front of the recently refurbished town hall, the whole village was starting to show the signs of a recent influx or coin, which was the real reason for the noble Lord's visit. First, the bribes he had been receiving from the bandits had stopped coming. Then, the village started sending a lot more in taxes. Later still, word had reached him about the villages having started a brothel where travelers could have their pleasure with… neutered bandit predators of all things


When Lord Blander had made the deal with the bandit leader Alaric, he had never imagined that the Stags of this small, weak village could have managed such a thing. As the carriage finally stopped, the mayor and Senior Constable Manfred strolled over. The fancy carriage door opened, and a bored-looking young Stag stepped down onto the cobblestone street.


“Milord,” the old Mayor greeted with a weak smile, something the Lord was used to dealing with as almost none of his vassals were pleased to see him. 'So good to see you... We are honored by your visit.' The Mayor wasn't strictly speaking a politician, since he had been appointed to his office by the noble Stag's father years before. In point of fact, this Mayor's father had held the office before him; it was an office that had been in the older Deer's family for well over two hundred years, which was normal in these small villages.


The Lord had recognized the new Mayor when the old one had died. It was simpler for the lord to pass the office down rather than to consider those in the village who might prove to be better leaders, as long as the new mayor didn't prove to be a total moron, of course. So, unless a mayor died without offspring, the office very rarely changed hands.


"Of course you are," The Lord Blander snorted with a gloating sneer, he hated having to deal with these stupid peasants. However, the rich noble Stag really did like the coin, and he was here to see if he was really getting his true share of the coin these serf's were raking in. 


"And you are... chief Constable Manfred vanquisher of the bandits," Lord Blander paused, looking the tall powerfully built Stag up and down. Plainly Manfred was the most powerful warrior in this small village, the Earl was unimpressed by the bigger Stag. Lord Blander had forty such Stags with him, and fifty more back at his castle atop a red stone ridge.


"'Milord,” Manfred dipped into a graceful bow, maintaining a bland expression on his muzzle. “I regret to say I am not the... vanquisher of the bandits.” Lord Blander gave the taller stag a surprised look; he’d heard the story about the Jack, of course. But he was more than a little shocked that this peasant hadn’t lied to make himself look better in the eyes of his own lord.


"'Ah, yes.' He snapped his fingers loudly, as if just vaguely remembering the story. 'There was an equine Blacksmith—a Donkey from the Horse lands to the West.' The rich Stag waved his hand in a vaguely effeminate manner, the lace of his cuff ruffling in the air as he gestured. “That is... how you came to have such a lucrative industry.” He pointed down the street to the well-lit sign featuring a tawny stag mounting a wincing big black wolf."


“Oh yes... Milord,” the simpering old Mayor agreed quickly. Lord Blander turned away from him, doing his best to look bored and disinterested, as the older Deer rambled on about the 'Heroic Donkey.' That thought made the wealthy Stag smirk in amusement. Parsifal snorted softly at the idea that the most lowly of equines could possibly be a hero.


'Yes... yes, would that the Heroic Donkey were here, that I might thank him properly,' Lord Parsifal Blander spoke those words more to shut the Mayor up than because he ever wanted to meet the Jack. What the noble truly wanted was to take a tour of his new money-making business, perhaps rub it in the muzzle of Alaric, that all of the coin the bandit was making now went to him. Perhaps he’d even take his pleasure on the Wolf. Parsifal had a number of pretty Doe’s, of course. But like many highborn males, he had so much of the finer things that sometimes he craved some of the nastier, more crudish pleasures. Of course, he would also be placing a male loyal only to him in control of this rich new coin-making operation.


“But he is... and you can, Milord,” the Mayor exclaimed in delight, those words making the noble Stag's head snap back around to stare at the other Deer in shock. The Earl had not been expecting to hear that, and it left him standing there with his mouth working silently for a long moment. Constable Manfred smirked faintly as he watched the look on his Lord's muzzle contort. From what he could tell, the Earl had been planning to sweep into town, inspect the business Dunlup owned a controlling interest in, and then place one of his own toadies in charge of running it, ensuring that the bulk of the coin ended up in his own purse. 


All of that was to be done without the Donkey being the wiser. The funny part was that the Donkey's share of the money didn't go into Dunlup's pocket. That money was being used by the village to help out in dozens of different ways, from hiring more guards to building a new water system, to repairing the rundown buildings and defensive walls.


"What… How? I was under the impression that he’d returned home?" Lord Blander snorted, looking suddenly uncomfortable, he tried to hide it as he didn't like appearing flustered in front of his underlings. 


"How very... fortunate," Parsifal muttered between clenched teeth, even as the Mayor invited him to a dinner in his honor at the local Inn. Explaining that the old Donkey was spending a few nights there, on his way back from the Sheep kingdom just across the border. The old Stag was babbling about how excited they all were that he was there, that it was great good luck that the Donkey was visiting the village at the same time. 


"I look forward to speaking with the heroic Equine," the Lord Blander said flatly, however, it was plain from his sneering look that he was anything but eager.


"No one has yet informed him you have arrived... Milord," Constable Manfred observed just as blandly, knowing that Dunlup was very likely far too busy with all the village's admiring and willing females. Over the past few days, there were very few females in town who had not paid the old Smith at least one visit. Manfred and his own doe had invited Dunlup over for dinner and a few hours of rutting in the bed they shared.


"Yes, very true. It may take him a bit to prepare himself for such a great honor... Milord," the mayor admitted with a shameful blush that made Parsifal wonder just what was going on for an instant. "He is most likely tired from his..." The mayor paused, not wanting to say what the village hero might be so tired from, or more to the point, who he’d been so tired from doing.


"His revels," Lord Blander finished for the older Stag, making the Mayor blush harder and nod his head sagely. The two of them shared a knowing nod that told Parsifal much more than the Mayor's words.


"It is very impressive, Milord. He is my own age but keeps up a shocking level of... activity. No doubt it is because of the strength it takes being a Blacksmith, all that hammering and what not," the taller stag grunted, then blushed again as he heard his own words. The old donkey certainly swung a mean hammer, using that blunt tool on every willing female or male he could find.


"No doubt," Lord Blander observed with a derisive smirk, allowing the Mayor and Constable to lead him down to the party in his honor at the local Inn. Casting long sideways glance at what he really came there to see, the new neutered Predator brothel. The Lords troops broke into small groups, patrolling the village streets while four heavily armed Stags walked along with the Earl. With a wave of his hand, Constable Manfred gestured for his assembled guards to go back to their own duties since it was plain the Lord didn't need their protection. The old Mayor was babbling about how well he had known Parsifal's father, the former Lord Blander, as if that somehow made them friends.


The young Earl had never truly known his sire, having been raised by nannies before being packed off to a noble school for boys in the capital. He returned only for holidays, during which he saw his father at a distance. At dinner, they would eat at the same table, the old Lord gruffly asking his son awkward questions about his school. While Parsifal answered his distant sire’s questions just as awkwardly, his mother had tried to bridge the gap between the two. However, she died while he was away in the capital. After that, sire and offspring rarely interacted. When he was old enough, Parsifal had stopped coming home for holidays, opting to remain in the capital where he mostly stayed with his school friends. His best friend’s father was a wealthy merchant, and Parsifal had developed a taste for the finer things in that home.


The old Mayor was babbling along at his elbow, talking about how Falstaff, the young Lord's sire, had always been such a kind and benevolent Lord. Parsifal snorted at that, because he knew none of his Vassals were happy about the increase in taxes he’d instituted after taking over after his sire's death. He knew that many considered him a cruel and greedy, Parsifal understood how to wring the most out of his serfs without making them so poor that they would starve or flee to the lands of other Lords. 


Yearly he picked one village that he allowed to pay no taxes. Of course, those were always small and poor villages. Still, it made him appear kinder in the eyes of the lowly, and it gave them hope that next year their village might be chosen. "Yes. Yes, my sire was a very kind male, if perhaps a foolish manager of coin." That backhanded compliment was as close as the noble would ever come to praise his sire. "For good or ill, my father is sadly no longer," Parsifal pointedly ended that conversation, making the Mayor gulp and nod his head sagely.


"Well said Milord," the older Stag wheezed, as he guided the younger noble into the party in his honor. The food was a rather plain pleasant fare that Parsifal found barely passable, the fat noble Stag ate three large platefulls. Being forced to sit through boring and poorly crafted speeches, both from the Mayor and Merchants guild leader. Thankfully the drinks available were excellent, with the wine as good as one might find in the capital. 


Lord Blander drank heavily indeed, flirting with a young Doe shamelessly until in a moment of drunken excitement he discovered he had mistaken an antlerless Stag for a Doe. Quickly Parsifal glanced around to see if anyone had noticed, if they had the Deer around him were doing a good job of pretending otherwise. Softly he warned the Innkeeper's son that he wasn't to ever speak of this to anyone, the small rather effeminate Stag had promised he never would eagerly. And then offered to come to the Lords room later... only if the mighty Lord wanted it of course. 


"If you do... you had better be wearing a dress." Parsifal snickered with a leer, thinking this little sissy might just be fun to abuse.


The dinner was over and the after meal entertainment was just starting to whine down. The Earl sat sipping a fine after dinner brandy, feeling in a much better mood as he ignored the music and singing. When the fat, homely, old Jackass at last came stomping down the Inn stairs surrounded by a group of giggling Doe's. Dunlup grinning, as the group surrounding him giggled and kissed his cheeks playfully. The so-called hero was dressed in rather poorly tailored clothing that was at least ten years out of fashion, even in his homeland. He looked like an uncouth prat, a lowly common peasant who had come to middle class wealth with a certain amount of renown for his... honestly utterly overblown bravery. 


He was a Blacksmith, who’d simply done what they often got paid to do. It just so happened that this time he’d done it for free, to a bunch of bandits. Parsifal wasn’t at all impressed by this hero; the round-bellied Jack came stomping up, flashing a yellowing, chipped-tooth grin.


"Lard Blander... Putt'er there," he grunted, thrusting out his still soot strained hand. Parsifal stared down at that work callused hand, shocked that this lowly Donkey was expecting him to shake it. The noble Stag forced a smile onto his lip's that looked more like a scowl than a grin. He slid his silky soft hand into the Donkey's big rough one, shaking Dunlup's hand in a limp wrist manner that left little doubt he wasn't happy to be touching the equine. 


The noble Stag's nostrils twitching like crazy, as the sexual scents of a dozen or more female Deers seemed to radiate from the ugly old Jackass. Mixing with the Donkey's own strong sweat and sexual musk, making it plain that he hadn't bathed after rutting all of them. That both disgusted the wealthy noble Stag, and oddly excited him all at the same time. Parsifal blushed slightly, as he felt a growing erection in his fancy trousers.


"Ah yes, the male of the hour; the heroic Smith." Parsifal's words were smooth and praising, yet there was a mocking tone behind them. The Lord didn’t consider the Donkey’s deeds to be brave, commendable perhaps... but certainly not an act worthy of such ridiculous hero worship. "So rare that one finds a tradesmen who’s willing to put himself out without the promise of coin."


"Haha. Well, I figured out years ago yer lardship, that there are more important things than coin." Dunlup flashed the noble Stag a wink and grin, nudging him in the ribs with a sharp elbow. The smiling old Jack carefully read the look on that handsome, pointed muzzle before he finished in a whisper. "O'course if a fur has enough coin... he can buy most of those thing fer himself." That drew the first real smile he had seen on Lord Blander's muzzle, the Deer looking deep into the old Donkey's eyes for a mere moment.


"Well... your brave, reckless actions certainly profited you in the long run," Parsifal gestured with his right thumb towards the neutered Predator brothel, Dunlup chuckling lewdly at that. He didn't bother to explain that half of the money went into helping maintain and improve the village, controlled by a local female whom Dunlup trusted to do the right thing for the good of her own people.


"Well ya know what they say yer lardship... If'in ya do what ya love... ya never work a day in yer life." Dunlup picked up the Stags discarded brandy glass, and gulped it down in a single long swallow. "I love loppin' off nuts... Horse nuts mostly, but I'm more than happy to help out our Pred friends from time to time." That statement made the Stag burst out in uncontrollable laughter, Parsifal realizing after a few moments he had become intoxicated.


"Hahaha... I do admire your simplicity Smith. To get so much satisfaction from your mindless labors." Blander admitted between gasping breaths, as he stood up straight and struggled to regain his aloof demeanor. 


"Although I can understand the thrill of such a thing, ruining another male's sexual power like that is a highly stimulating idea." The handsome noble Stag rubbed his soft hands together, looking like an over the top villain in a bad play. 


"Especially if the male was a big powerful predator." The short rotund Stag admitted with a grunt, fondling his aroused crotch as they stood there talking. Something the noble would never have done in public, if he hadn't had a bit too much to drink. Parsifal blushed slightly as he caught the grinning Donkey, watching him fondle the bulge in the noble Lord's tight tailored trousers. 


"I was wondering if, as the owner, you would grant me a tour of your... new business here."


"Oh? hehe... you wanta go see the neutered pred brothel." Dunlup chuckled, sounding as lewd as possible, suddenly he threw a hefty arm around the noble’s shoulder. This instantly made the Earls guardian Knight hurry forwards, as no one was normally allowed to touch a master in such a manner. But the tipsy noble born Stag waved them away, once again the intoxicated Deer would never have allowed this kind of thing if he had not been in his cups. 


Lord Blander looked down at the Jack wide eyed, looking disgusted, offended, and strangely intrigued as Dunlup smiled at him. "Looking' to have some fun time with a neutered bandit… yer Lardship?" Dun taunted, flashing the shocked Knights a friendly nod, that they returned with faint grins of their own. These guys were looking forward to paying the former bandits a visit of their own, since they had been hunting and fighting these criminals for years. "Well, come on then... I'll give all of you the two copper tours."


"What... two copper tour?!" Parsifal blurted out in shock, at the idea that anyone would charge his coin just for a tour. Dunlup instantly understood that the stories about the Earl being a penny pincher were true, the old Jack realizing that he shouldn't be surprised. The common folk always knew about the nobles... their vices and faults were often the gossip of those living under them. Dunlup had heard that Parsifal, unlike his father and grandfather, had gathered a small herd of Doe's for himself like the nobles in the capital. Having only one wife it seemed was just sooooo... provincial... boring... moralistic, at least that was some of the things the noble told himself.


"Just a figure o' speech yer Lardship." Dunlup answered the Stag with a snort, guiding the noble and his bodyguards back out of the Inn. "The tour is fer free... only the neutered Pred pussy will cost ya money," the Jackass assured with a snicker, as they all strolled out into the fog shrouded streets. The air was cold and clammy, as a thick gray fog rolled in out of the surrounding forest. The flickering street glittering lamps wreathed by rainbow like rings, the air clammy and still as they crossed the street to the two tallest buildings in the small village. 


The place was crowded already, a bunch of Rabbit traveling merchants obviously having a great time. Laughing and joking excitedly about getting to fuck the neutered ones, Parsifal also noticed that plenty of his own Stag warrior's were already enjoying the whores. 


"Twenty active rooms. Five private party rooms, if you want to have a threesome or perhaps a four-way, 0r even just to show off for your friends or girlfriend. Of course a private room is much more expensive," Dunlup explained with a lewd smirk, as the noble Stag looked shocked by the Donkey's words.


"This is very... well thought out," Parsifal admitted with grudging respect. The Stag grunted, strangely aware of his own growing sexual excitement. His nostrils twitched as the Donkey's thick musk, as well as the sharp scent of Doe musk coming from the lowborn had an intense effect on the noble.


"Now as ya can see yer Lardship." Dunlup gestured grandly to the first floor, the waiting room was the most opulent place this side of Parsifal's castle. The old Donkey had been in the gelding whore house enough, so knew what things should look like. He had paid for the lavish furnishings himself, although he’d let a consultant from the house pick everything out. Most of the main room was a waiting room, with a bar for drinks run by the Inn keeper's oldest son. 


"This here is the waiting room... where ya can get a drink if all the rooms are full." The old Donkey was greeted with friendly waves from many of the furs in the room. Past the waiting room was a hallway, the doors to either side bath or shower rooms. On the walls were paw drawn pictures, with the image and room number of all the neutered pred's. 


It had been set up so that a customer could pick out a Wolf, Fox, Bear, Badger or now even a couple of Felines. There hadn't been any Cats with Alaric, but once word had gotten out about the brothel. A couple of lone feline bandits had turned themselves in to Sir Manfred, rather than hanging them the village judge had sentenced them to neutering and working in the brothel. Which seemed to be what the Cats had wanted, so now the brothel had a wider range of neuters to work.


At the very back of the first floor were the stairs going up to the second, third and fourth. A hefty middle aged Doe sat there, smiling broadly as she saw Dunlup guiding the Stag's up to her desk. "Hey Lira... have you met his Lardship here?" The Donkey asked, as he introduced the thick bodied middle aged female to the young noble. 


"Lira here is my partner, she runs the day to day operations of the place. Smart girl... she’s got a real head for figures, and a fine figure of her own to boot," Dunlup praised, flashing the Doe a lustful grin, as she stood up and stepped around the desk to hug the homely Jack's thick neck.


"Huhu... Dun you are such a naughty rascal, been hoping you would pop around for another visit," the Deer woman chuckled in a husky voice, before sharing a long passionate kiss with the homely old equine. She then clasped Parsifal's hand, her shiny black nose twitching as she smelled the scent of the Earls arousal. All of his guardian Knights stank of that lustful male musk, and many of the younger ones were up stairs already. Which both amused and disgusted the Earl, his wet looking nose twitched again.


"Oh you know I can't wait to spend a long lazy evening with you my dear," Dunlup assured with an eager wink, even while Lord Blander was looking on, uncomfortable and disturbed. So many females of his own species were eager to be rutted by the filthy commoner, and the proud Stag was forced to admit that the Smith was oddly charismatic. 


"I'll give you a nice hard night of rides," Dunlup promised with a sneer, winking at the heavy set old Doe just like she was the prettiest female in the world. Parsifal couldn't help feeling a little jealous of the older male, why was this homely old fucker so popular with the females. 


"I'm going to take his Lardship up... show him the lay out and let him get a look at the whores." The Jack clapped one hand on his big jiggly belly, while his other landed on the noble Stags ass-cheek. Parsifal's eyes flew open impossibly wide, as he looked over at the smirking bastard stricken. Around them the Stag Knights traded knowing glances, guessing that at some point the Lord would want to be alone with the old Jackass.


"Huhuhu... that's up to you of course honey. Just let me know if yer letting him rut one of them, that way I will not rent that whore to anyone else while he's being used. You gonna charge him... or are we just going to eat it?" The buxom older female Deer asked, looking up at Dunlup as he shook his long equine head. It was pretty plain that Dunlup wasn't going to allow anyone to get off without paying for it in one way or another.


"Everybody pays darlin'... or it aint a business." The fat old Jackass laughed, as he escorted the three Stags up the stairs to the second floor of the brothel. 


A long hallway stretched out in front of them, there were doors on either side of the hall, yet that wasn’t entirely true though, as on this floor the doorways had no actual doors, but rather cloth curtains that allowed those strolling down the hall to peek into the rooms. 


The lewd sounds of grunting and moaning, along with the rhythmic 'Slurping' and the sound 'Slapping' of bodies on bodies. "Now this here is the basic entry level floor, most travelers will be taking their pleasure here," the old Donkey explained. Stepping up to a curtain, he used his forearm to sweep it back. Inside the small cheap looking room, a whimpering neutered Fox was getting pounded savagely by a handsome gray Rabbit. The pair were so into it that the two of them hadn't even noticed that they were being watched from the hall. 


"As you can see that Fox is very well used already," Dunlup snickered, watching the grinning Stag Knights nod their heads enthusiastically. While Parsifal was staring at the rutting pair very uncomfortably, a dark damp spot was slowly forming on his fancy tailor trousers. The old Jackass allowed the curtain to swing back closed, as they walked slowly down the long narrow hallway. 


"These are mostly the smallest and more passive of our whore... all still Predators of course. We had plenty of these guys, the Rabbits, Mice, Goats and Ram travelers all love'em."


"Yeah I bet hehe..." One of the Stag Knight's chuckles, two of them pulling back curtains as they followed along behind. Over half the rooms had Stag Knights in them already, the Earls warriors enjoying the neck out of getting to butt fuck the Pred bandits they had been chasing for years. 


"Wouldn't mind ruttin' Alaric or Tanner myself," one of them admitted with a smirk, as the two guard captains exchanged knowing looks behind the Earls back. Down at the far end of the hall, a Stag knight came stumbling out from the curtained doorway. He snapped to attention as he saw the Earl and two captains, but the captain just grinned and waved him on by. The next room down had a feline strapped into a sex swing that dangled from the ceiling, a small mouse was punching his arm into the cat's anus. The feline squealed and yowled loudly, as the smaller rodent savagely slammed his arm past the elbow.


"That Cat is one of our newest whores... he came in all on his own. He's very popular with the Rodents... has already earned us a boat load of coins." Inside the room the feline was moaning and begging for mercy, the mouse showing him none at all. And it was plain both of them were enjoying it, Dunlup let the curtain close as they moved to the stairs going up to the third floor.


"He did what?" Parsifal choked looking at Dunlup in surprise, even as the homely Donkey flashed him a wink. Looking as if the ugly Equine had just grown a second head, obviously unable to believe that a male would willingly get himself neutered. But then he reminded himself, these were dumb, unwashed peasants after all.


"Yeah, came in all on his own, it happens sometimes at the Smithy... most often with Preds." Dunlup chuckled lewdly, as the four of them climbed the steps stepping out onto the landing on the third floor. 


This hallway was set up just like the last one, only the room up here had real wooden doors. "Of course it happens with Herbivores as well... them noble Horse's more than anyone else," Dunlup explained with a sneer, as they moved over towards one of the closed doors.


"Nobles! Really? Are they unbalanced?" Lord Blander asked with a sniff, it was clear the highborn Stag didn't like the idea of nobles getting nutted.


"Oh, you'd be surprised," Dunlup snorted, grasping the door knob and opening the door. 


"I thinks it's because of all that inbreedin' they do," Dunlup grunted with a shrug, making it clear he didn't really care just so long as he got to do the cutting. Inside the room was a young Stag laying back on a big bed, a big gray scar cover Wolf lay between his curved cervine legs. The Predator's head bobbing up and down rapidly, a soft 'Slurp Slurp Slurp' could be heard as the Wolf suckled on the Deers cock eagerly.


"Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Ohooo hell yeah!" The young Stag was moaning as the hungry Wolf worked hard to get the treat from those Deer balls. One of the watching Knights punched his fellow captain on the arm, they both knew Tanner the big Wolf by sight.


"Hehe... looks like Tanner has turned into quite the good boi," the Knight captain observed, as Dunlup closed the door, guiding them farther down the hallway. Flashing the big Stag a gloating grin, as they all thought about what they had seen.


"Heh yeah like most bullies. He’s turned into a submissive little bitch. Once I lopped his balls off," Dunlup snickered, making the two guard Knight captains burst out laughing as well.


"Still, I'm not sure I would trust him not to bite me," the tall handsome Stag grinned, thinking about how much the young Buck looked like he was enjoying that muzzle job. His already aroused organ drooling a hot line of pre-cum down his inner thigh, as that mighty organ pulsed and tensed in desire.


"E can bite all 'E likes... but without teeth... that just makes his mouth hole that much tighter. Gotta say its a joy to fuck'em when their trying to eat ya... then finish off by feeding them a load of hot spoo," Dunlup assured with a lewd chuckle, making Parsifal wince at the crudeness of the Donkey.


"Without teeth! What are you saying, none of these neutered bitches have teeth?" The two Knight captains asked with shock and delight, as they watched Dunlup flash them a big chipped tooth grin.


"That's right, I pulled all their teeth, and cut back their claws ta nubs. That makes fer a much sweeter pred," Dunlup explains with a chuckle, enjoying the looks on their muzzles. While the two guard captains chuckled in amusement, both of them decided to slip away for a bit of fun with Alaric the former bandit chief. Lord Blander was too distracted by the scene to notice that his two bodyguards ran away. In the room a huge reddish Bear was trapped between two common born Horses, as the squealing equines hammered their huge cocks into both ends of the passive Bruin. 


The hefty Ursine was grunting and moaning softly, the room thick with the Stallions aroused musk, Dunlup standing to the side watching the action together with the Lord. "Looks like Jamison is showing the brothers a good time indeed.” The flabby older Jack snickered, letting the Earl watch the rutting for a moment longer before shutting the door.


"This really is..." Parsifal paused for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts as they walked on down the hall. "An amazing operation you have here... I was not expecting much, however you have impressed me." The noble Stag was so aroused by now that his dick was ready to rip right through his trousers. The dark damp spot was the size of Dunlups palm by this point, and the old Donkey was well aware of the scent the horny male was giving off.


"Well, I am happy about that yer Lardship." The fat Donkey grinned, showing off his square yellow teeth. "Jest so long as it's not gunna get my taxes raised." That last statement made the Earl laugh, he had indeed been thinking about that very thing. Walking down the hall to the very last room, they opened the door to a slightly larger room than the rest. The large black Wolf was sitting on the edge of the huge bed, Alaric leaping to his paws as the door opened. His eyes turned towards the door, widening when he saw the Donkey, only to narrow as he saw Lord Blander.


"You fucking bastard!" The big Wolf lunged at the Earl, who cowarded backwards as the old Donkey grabbed the Wolf by the scruff of the neck and lifted him off the floor. "I bought the town from you! It was going to be my stronghold!" Alaric snarled and snapped his toothless mouth at the noble, who’d found his courage now that the Predator had been restrained.


"Scurrilous lies... but such is to be expected from a common bandit. You're not even that anymore... you're just a Neutered whore. And I have only one use for you..." Parsifal opened his trousers, dragging his long slender erection out. It dangled there dripping pre-cum onto the wooden floor, as the helpless neutered Wolf struggled and whined.


"I'll kill you... I'll eat yer liver," Alaric snarled, almost frothing at the mouth, as he struggled to get to the noble Stag whom he blamed for his fall. Dunlup shook the Wolf so hard it would have rattled his teeth, if those teeth hadn't been made into a necklace a certain Doe now wore proudly.


"Shut up you... That'll be ten silver lordies... yer Lardship. Alaric here brings a premium... cuz E's a famous bandit chief after all." Dunlup smirked as he watched Parsifal wince at the price, the skinflint reputation was well earned it seemed.


"Surely I should not be required to pay," Lord Blander started to argue, no doubt he’d gotten a lot of freebies over the years with that. However, the old Donkey cut him off quickly, Dunlup was not going to let the over privileged asshole get away with that.


"Nope, sorry yer Lardship... Everybody pays, or it aint a business. You understand bein' a highly educated fur and all." The old Donkey snorted, buttering the noble up a little just to calm him down.


"Yes... yes of course," the noble Stag mumbled in agreement, turning away as he tucked his aching erection back into his fancy trousers.


"I studied finance at a university in the capital. Every lord should know how to maximize his profitability," Parsifal muttered as he watched the Donkey toss Alaric onto the bed roughly, the big Wolf just lay there passively while glaring daggers at the Stag.


"Yer gunna be getting customers in a minut," Dunlup snorted at the cowering neutered Wolf, as Alaric's angry look melted into a more shameful facial wince. 


"Make sure yer ready... and ya better show them a real good time." Alaric flinched back from the Donkey, nodding his head up and down as Dunlup closed the door. "Sorry about that yer Lardship... E's still a bit of a handful sometimes."


"Understandable," Parsifal admitted with a smile and slight shrug, as he let the Jack wrap an arm around his shoulders once more. 


"I must say, you have worked wonders here... I never would have believed Alaric so passive and cowardly," The noble Stag said that without a bit of shame, for how cowardly he himself had acted when Alaric had lunged at him.


"Yeah well most guys... ya geld'em and they get real agreeable," Dun snorted as they moved along down the hall, the warmth of his big body making the Earl feel relaxed. "It's a rare few that just keep being dumbasses, I've told Alaric already if he keeps it up I'm selling him back to the pred kingdom. He's real afraid of that... those guys aren't nearly as nice as I am."


"Haha yes... they eat their own." Parsifal agreed with a snicker, as he followed him up to the fourth floor. The five private rooms were very large, with a bed and restraint rack... bondage gear hung from the walls. Each room had a sex swing in it, the rest of the floor was a steam room and bath. The huge tub was big enough for eight Stags, with everything looking new and ready to be used. 


Between the steam room and bath was a short hallway, a big wooden cabinet sat there in the hall. The portrait of a sexy young Doe painted on it, her rump thrusted back as she was looking back over her shoulder. A sly come-hither smile was on her snout, with one finger crooked as if beckoning the viewer to come mount her. "Hahah... and what's this?" the Earl asked with an amused chuckle, strolling up to look at the contraption.


"That's a little somethin' I picked up over in the Sheep kingdom... Ya ever been over in the Sheep lands yer Lardship?" the old Donkey answered and then asked, as the snickering Deer looked the machine over with a grin.


"Gods No... they reek," Parsifal answered with a derisive snort, spotting the coin slot and the single copper price. Next he looked at the hand holds on the sides, and lastly at the hole in the box's face where the Doe's pussy should’ve been. "Hehe, intriguing indeed... What is it exactly?"


"Well, there is an inventive fella over there," Dunlup explained in an offhand manner, as if he couldn't care less about the matter. "He came up with this machine to help keep the young Rams from getting to... rambunctious. I guess you could say it's a masturbator , horny Rams drop in a copper and it gets them off." Dunlup chuckled softly at that, moving up behind the noble Stag as he looked the machine over. 


"It's fuckin' ingenious... and feel damn near as good as the real thing. I gave it a go while I was over there for a visit." The homely old Jackass admitted, utterly unashamed, to admit he had used the device. "I liked it so much I bought a few to put here, and in my bathhouse back in my own town."


"A single copper?" Lord Blander asked in surprise, as he rubbed at his own bulging crotch absently. "Almost as good as the real thing you say..." Parsifal snickered, looking the picture of the pretty young Doe over, she looked vaguely familiar to him for some reason. Until it at last dawned on him, this Doe had been one of the females who had come down from the old Donkey's room at the Inn. "So is this going to be another business of yours?" the noble Stag asked, the tone in his voice more than hinting he already knew the answer.


"Well... heh, you know what they say... anything that makes a coin milard," Dunlup grunted, knowing that would play right into the greedy Stag's outlook.


"Perhaps I should try this... and if it's as pleasurable as you say. I'll allow you to place a few in every town in my province, for a small fee of course." The Lord Blander snickered, slowly starting to unbutton his fancy trouser as Dunlup grunted.


"Of course yer Lardship... wouldn't have it any other way." The fat old Donkey was really close now, as the handsome noble let his trouser and underwear sag down to his knees.


"So how do I," The Earl started to ask, as he felt the warm body of the Jack behind him.


"It's a real simple milard... jest grip the handles and push yer junk into the hole," Dunlup instructed, not waiting for the noble to comply... but instead placing one huge hand on the Stags naked ass. Shoving him forwards roughly, until the noble Deers body was pressed up against the front of the machine. He felt the little wooden lever slide down as his hefty balls dangled down, that slick sleeve just touching the tip of his throbbing hard on.


Parsifal grunted in surprise, as that big male hand gripped his ass roughly. The powerful noble Lord gripping the handles, feeling strangely passive as the common Donkey gripped his butt. "I.. I.. don't think that's appropriate," Parsifal protested weakly, even as the big hand groped his ass more aggressively.


"Then you just drop a copper into the slot," Dunlup explained, ignoring the Stag's protesting words as one finger caressed that tight pink pucker. "This one's on me... gotta spend coin to make coin as they say." The Jack produced a shiny new copper as if by magic, he reached up and fed it into the slot as the Stag watched. There was a loud ringing from it sliding down the metal slot, then there was a loud 'Clink' as the copper landed in the bin. Without further ado the wooden collar closed around Parsifal's organs, trapping his pride in place as the noble Stag gripped the handles on both sides of the box.


"OH GODS!" Lord Blander moaned out breathlessly, as he felt that slick sleeve slowly push down the length of his throbbing fucker. "Ohoo... uhu uhu uhu," he moaned in pleasure, suddenly his hips were pushing forwards up against that wood surface.


"It really does feel good... huh, yer Lardship," Dunlup grunted, his soft round belly pressing up against the Stags back... as a thick greasy finger rubbed over his hot little anal pucker. 


"The sleeve is a little cool at first... that can be off puttin'. But it'll warm up in a bit, the warmer it gets the more lube it produces just like a pussy." Dunlup other hand joined the first, gripping the noble Deer's other ass cheek as Parsifal moaned.


"Ahah gods... it really is amazing!" the noble confessed in wonder, as that tight slick sleeve squeezed down over his hard male organ over and over. The horny Stag moaned, his body starting to react instinctively, humping and thrusting against the face of the big wooden box. The old Donkey's muzzle lay heavily on the Stag's shoulder, as suddenly a thick finger was shoved up the Earls tail-hole. Drawing another long moan from the noble, as his back arched trying to get away from the invading digit.


"Wait... wha... wha... what are you doing?" Lord Blander squealed, suddenly looking around for his guard Knights. Only to discover that he and the old Donkey were completely alone on the fourth floor. "Oh fuck.. you can't... Oh fuck.. Oh fuck!" The noble Stag moaned out loudly, as a soft whining could be heard from the machine. The big wooden box rocking slightly from the hip's beating against it, as he gripped the bass handles while grunting and moaning. The Earl began to moan and grunt louder, and then a loud 'WHEEE!' escaped him as that thick finger smashed his sissy gland. "By the nine hells! What was that?"


"Oh ya mean this?" Dunlup snickered, his finger pushing the Stags sissy button again, the Deer squealing and bucking against the machine harder." That yer sissy gland... it's what makes all those neutered preds moan and whimper while they're getting pounded. Makes them enjoy their new life as a fuck hole... makes them nice and submissive after awhile." 


The old Jackass added another finger, spreading that virgin boi pussy wider. "Oh, speakin of neuterin', there is a chance this machine will cut yer cock and balls off. Normally it's about one in a thousand, but I think we both know machines owned by me are pretty much always gunna do it."


"Oh No! No wait… get me out of this thing," Parsifal begged breathlessly, his rump pushing back, making those fingers prod his gland, which made him thrust forward against the face of the machine, his body almost overwhelmed with pleasure coming from his dick and anus.


"Sorry yer Lardship... but ya pay yer coin... ya take yer chances," Dunlup grunted, adding a third finger, stretching that hole nice and wide for the massive fucker that was soon going in there. It drew more grunts and whimpers from the helpless Stag, who knew he should be screaming for help. Yet somehow couldn't seem to be able to make himself do it, his Knights were just down stairs surely they would hear him. Yet he just couldn't make himself scream for help, the thought of his guard Knights seeing him like this sickening.


"Please, I've got money. I've got lots of coin, I'll pay you anything you want!" Parsifal begged weakly, as he felt something wide and hot push in between his furry ass-cheeks. "I'll give you this village... you can have this village as your own. All the females... for your herd all the males to do with as you please... I won't even ask you to pay me taxes."


"Heh, you already gave this village to Alaric... and it didn't work out so well for him," Dunlup snickered as he shoved his wide and blunt flare into that hot little boi-cunt, making the Earl squeal loudly as his thick Donkey dick replaced his fingers. 


"These good furs... deserve a better Lord than you. And we both know... a neutered male can't hold a title. Once this machine gets you off... all the way off… yer not gunna be Lord Blander anymore. Just Parsifal, the gelded Doe-boi," Dunlup grunted as he slowly thrust in and out of the slowly clenching asshole, while the noble Stag gripped the handle and thrust.


"Let me out... let me out please," the moaning Stag pleaded, while he was made to fuck the machine wildly. Suddenly his half closed eyes shot open wide, his gasping mouth dropping open as a flash of burning pain was felt. A split second later a powerful tremble ran down his spine, as he felt an intense cold in his crotch as those organs were suddenly exposed to air for the first time. 


"Oho Noooo... Nooo!" Lord Blander's back arching as he pushed his crotch against that front of the machine, there was no doubt he was cumming at that point. The old Donkey behind him could hear that soft suction sound, as the Stags potent cum was drained away. And then there was a sewing machine sound heard next, the bucking twisting noble moaning loudly. 


His moaning was over laid by a sudden 'KACHUNK!' Parsifal the gelding let out a strange pitiful whimper as his knees gave way. He would have fallen if the fat old Jackass's thick cock hadn't been buried inside him. Stepping back, the new gelding looked down at his empty sheath and ball less crotch in sickened fascination. "I'm neutered."


"You damn right," Dunlup snickered, easily carrying the limp body of the former Lord onto one of the party rooms. Twenty minutes later the two guard captains stomped up to that open door, looking in to see Parsifal bouncing up and down on the Donkey's cock. They noted the stitches where his balls had once hung and how his sheath flopped around limp and empty looking. 


Both Knights understood what it meant, the little prick wasn't their Lord any longer. Young Titus would be the new ruler and Earl of these lands, which meant that his mother would be regent until he reached legal age. Lady Agatha had fallen out of love with Parsifal years ago, still, the Knight captains felt they would need to take the Donkey to face her. The two males traded glances, the Jackass had a certain way about him. Females just seemed to like him, regardless of his old and fat looks, they wondered if he might end up being their new Lord.