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His tail wavered in the air, the enthusiasm he had felt beginning to falter.\n\n“Ah, ah,” Lavni said, waggling his drawing utensil, chastising Rand. “Keep that tail raised.”\n\n“Was this all an elaborate ruse to coach me on how to keep still while posing? If so, it’s lost its charm.” Rand grumbled, glancing back to glower at the tapir. To his surprise, he felt another flare of nervous passion swell up in his chest at the sight of the similarly naked man behind him. The foreigner was plump in every respect. His belly was a meaty slab that was propped up on two thick thighs and the sight of his flaccid cock was almost humbling, lax in regards to this whole affair. Rand had rarely ever been naked in the room with only a few men, Ekkart being the latter in a number that he could only count on one hand.\n\n“I told you to concentrate on your breathing. Slow down, take in air to your lower belly. Don’t flush it out with your shoulders.” Lavni remarked, tilting his head to get a better gander at the youth’s rear.\n\nRand tried, but too often he would glance back, see the massive frame and finding his groin tingling with the allure of this moment. “So this is still about posing? I thought we were aiming for bringing out my bold nature?”\n\n“You are letting an old tapir doodle your naked butt in a country where young men are often flayed if they are caught naked with one another. Not only that, you were quite the deviant with our stable friend before I ever arrived. You are bold in private, but still a child when it comes to a public face.” Lavni quirked an eyebrow, his voice remaining humorous but observant. “I’ll help you assert yourself, but first I need you to keep your pose, little lordling.”\n\nThe mink sighed, but couldn’t help but smile sheepishly. It was odd to take a bit of pride in this behavior. Perhaps it merely felt good to be admired. “Just swear you won’t let anyone see that! I can’t imagine what father would do. Flogging for sure, but I shudder to think of what more he would be forced to do.”\n\n“Forced?”\n\n“It’s his station to punish his sons if they step below their station. Not that he enjoys giving his sons a proper spanking or lecture, but he’s willing to step in and reign us in if we start to swerve ahead with the wrong foot forward.”\n\nLavni stared, his hand halting its sketching for a brief second before resuming. He shook his head, jostling his trunk about. “You northerners are barbarians. I should take you to Gatlisuu and give you a proper show of culture and refinery.”\n\n“Certainly there’s something good that you find up here?”\n\n“Your pillows are exquisite and soft. Your boys doubly so.” The tapir sneered, leaning his heavy bulk further back against the pillow mound he’d constructed and Rand finally saw the tapir’s dormant cock jerk. The mink knew what a show he was putting on and bent his front forward, laying on his elbows and putting his head to the ground. His tail was curled upward, hips shoved towards the ceiling. Rand’s crotch had been shifting back and forth between erect and impassive, but this bit of teasing he did made his sheathe swell.\n\nLavni nodded, smacking his lips lustfully as he set back to his work, releasing a guttural growl of arousal. “Just like that, my sweetling. Hold yourself high for me.”\n\n“Am I-” Rand swallowed, certain that he had to keep talking or else this would become too uncomfortable. “Do you think I can pass off as handsome, Lavni?”\n\nThe tapir answered faster than the mink would have like. “I would not dress you as handsome, little lordling. You are like a delicate pastry coated in sugar and cinnamon. Much more appealing to one who enjoys sweets as I do. A lithe thing like you is cute, but hardly fit for such stern words like ‘handsome’.”\n\n“I see.”\n\n“What prompted you to ask?”\n\nRand chewed his lip impatiently. “It’s just what I would hope my portrait would be like. Vincent has been comparing my father’s portrait to my own and he finds our differences endlessly amusing.”\n\n“You mean the steward? The dumb, fat badger?” Lavni said with a low chuckle. “Does he make a habit of this; demeaning you?”\n\n“Since I was little. He says he’s merely trying to toughen me up for noble life, but it’s only made me more wary of the whole idea of it.”\n\n“I do not think it is best to talk of such stressful things. You must relax for me.”\n\n“Now that I’ve started how can I stop?” He sighed. He could feel his limbs tense and his tail began to droop, tired after holding it up for so long.\n\nThe mink felt a jolt of surprise when he felt warm breath again his bare rump. Lavni had crawled over to the mustelid noble and he leaned forward, humming as he cupped the mink’s ass in his hand, squeezing the tight cheeks as he lifted his trunk and nuzzled his mouth into the hot cleft of fur and flesh. A sharp yelp of surprise followed the tapir’s tongue drifting along the younger male’s trench.\n\n“Ahh! What are…y-y-y-ououooooo.” Rand moaned, his voice cracking into a high pitched whine as the wet organ began to gyrate over the tight pucker. The mink let out a yelp as he felt the tongue surge forward, pressing the thick tip against the younger male’s anus. The trunk lifted above the horizon of the lad’s hips, the mouth of the painter taking a mouthful of the youth’s nethers into its warm caress and the boy’s hole was prodded and poked at. All the while, Rand squirmed, prone and pushing his hips back at this new sensation that was driving him into a haze of pleasure.\n\nWith a wet smack of his lips, Lavni blew a warm breath over the now damp asshole of his subject. “The stable boy never treated your under-tail this tenderly, hm?”\n\n“No,” Rand gasped. “I mean, Ekkart knows how to take me like a man should. This is-” He breathed hard into his arms, moaning again in the afterglow of the intense tongue lashing he had taken. “I don’t know what this is.”\n\n“In Gatlisuu,” Lavni said, planting his lips upon the warm cleft beneath the twitching tail of the mink. “We call it ‘Plucking the Petals’.”\n\n“It feels wonderful.” Rand crooned.\n\n“Are you relaxed now?”\n\n“Yes!” The noble lad said, smiling with his eyes shut tight. The tapir ran his rough hands up the length of the mink’s tail, squeezing his mitts over it as it wriggled in his grasp. He gave the boy’s rump a hard smack, eliciting a quiet gasp of mingled pain and pleasure from the boy. “That was hardly a pluck.”\n\n“I am merely teasing you, little lordling. Now you will return to your pose and I shall return to my throne.” The tapir wobbled back to his seat and the sound of paper scratching.\n\n“Is there a name for all the horrible things the people of Gatlisuu do in their beds?” Rand queried, casting a coy look behind his shoulder.\n\n“Indeed, there are whole books on such tricks and trappings for those with lewd endeavors. I could teach you, if you like? It is certainly not as helpful in these barbaric lands, but if you find yourself held as hostage I expect you can use such gifts to your advantage.”\n\n“What of your magic? Could I learn that as well?”\n\nUnlike all his previous questions this one did not receive an answer. Instead, the tapir stopped drawing and cast a wary look at the naked boy in front of him. His trunk pulled up tight against his face as he frowned. “It would not be wise. Sympathy magic is a powerful art, but the cost leaves ones wanting.”\n\n“Wanting how?”\n\n“We shall finish the sketch and then we both shall retire our task for the day. You are relaxed, yes? More confident.”\n\n“Yes, but,” Rand began but thought better of pressing the issue of magic. “Never mind.”\n\n“Good lad. Keep your pose.”\n\nKeeping the pose was an easy affair. Only an hour later and several lewd drawing’s in the artists possession Rand was allowed to put his clothes back on. He did so reluctantly, donning the fluffy cuffs he’d been teased about. He hung at the door, casting a longing gaze at the foreign painter. As Lavni put his drawing tools away he caught the mustelid’s eyes and grinned. “You still want more, sweetling?”\n\nRand nodded and with a deep sigh the tapir lumbered towards the boy. He put a firm hand on the younger man’s shoulder, cupping his chin with the other. His thumb traced the corner of rand’s muzzle and he pulled the youth’s face towards his, chuckling to himself as his trump bobbed and curled. “What a true treasure you are. Open your mouth.”\n\nRand felt his heart thunder like a storm ravaging the coast, waves of pleasure crashing as he slightly let his lips parts. He groaned as he felt one of the tapir’s fingers dig past his fangs, curling and twisting along the flat of the boy’s tongue. Rand closed his mouth, suckling the finger and gripping the rough palm of the painter as he released a moan he’d wanted to get out of his throat since the morning had come. “Please, show me the eyes again, Lavni.”\n\nThe tapir’s grin widened and his moved forward, pushing Rand against the wall and pinning him there with his bulk. The warm, soft belly pressed against the mustelid’s thin front, the grubby paws of the older man directing the boy’s attention as a bright purple glow began to leak from the tapir’s eyes. Rand stared, a dull smile spreading across the finger lodged in his mouth.\n\n“Open.” A voice as deep as the ocean commanded, the finger pulling the mink’s slack jaws open. The boy’s tongue lolled out and he felt his cock throb like a dam about to burst. He could feel himself being drawn into the tapir’s eyes. The trickles of light were like a pit that he sunk deeper and deeper into and the farther he went into this vast purple sea the hornier he felt.\n\n“Kiss me. Receive me. Drink me.” The voice hissed, cracking the layer of fear that had once encased Rand’s mind. The intense desire to obey, to bring pleasure to this demand followed and Rand panted with need as he leaned forward to seek that which he was commanded to take. The wrinkled trunk lifted and the mink prince stared into the gullet of his one desire; the wriggling fat tongue that snaked forward. The tip slid past his quivering bottom lip and a twinge of unfathomable pleasure rocked Rand’s senses. He wriggled his thin body against the pressing blubbery gut that pinned him, twisting his head to give his muzzle room to accept the fullness of the tapirs drooling appendage.\n\nThree commands still rang loudly with every thunderous beat of his heart. Kiss. Receive. Drink. The mustelid performed all three as best as his inexperienced mouth could.\n\nEach thrust from the tapir’s mouth forced a mouthful of saliva past the mink’s open muzzle. The wet noise of the dripping, wriggling tongue began to lull the mustelid into a deep haze of lust that only fed the need to obey. Rand’s lips closed firmly and began to suckle at the twisted muscle, letting it glide back and forth into his mouth and punctuating his submission with a loud, desperate moan that made the fat body of the painter tremble against him. He could felt the tapir’s mouth gnawing at his cheeks, the boy’s muzzle buried well past those supple lips and tucked deeply past the trunk that now curled around the back of his head. \n\nA swallow was all that was needed. The mustelid’s throat contracted and drank down the sloppy pool of drool that was transferred between the pudgy beast that had taken control. This was the route of the eternity that seemed to pass. The mink began to follow the motions of the powerful jaws that chewed and claimed dominion over his muzzle, bobbing his mouth along the slick tongue that tickled the back of his throat. His paws dipped down, grabbing handfuls of the flabby paunch and trying to find purchase amongst the overwhelming sensations that swarmed all around him. The feel of him, the stench of his arousal that began to billow from under his arms and the sheer force of will that led Rand to Kiss, to Receive and to Drink. He did it all until-\n\nThe mink found himself being pushed outside the room. 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I don’t think either of us expected us to, well-” Rand realized this topic was one the two had never discussed. “You know, like other men.”\n\n“I don’t like other men. I like you.” The donkey crouched, steadying the middle beam and sighing. The odd clarification caught Rand off guard. He’d hoped his coarse words might hurt Ekkart in a manner similar to how he had felt yesterday, but the donkey was rationale, taking the brunt of Rand’s tone. Ekkart continued, “The tapir has a demon inside him, Rand. He cast a spell on me. I wouldn’t have let him fuck me otherwise.”\n\n“With magic?” The mink’s ears perked up and he knelt down beside his friend. “You mean he-”\n\n“He used me. He’ll get what’s coming to him once I figure out how.” The donkey began to hammer the wood into place, first with one hand and then viciously thumping the flat head of the tool with both hands. “And when.”\n\nRand looked at the fence, noticing the length of the fence’s wood that looked freshly cut and sanded, sturdier than the rest. He stared at the donkey. “Have you been fixing the fence all morning?” \n\nEkkart’s rotund body was covered in a ripe sheen of sweat and dirt, but his youthful vigor was there driving him past his limits despite his bulk. “I needed to keep myself busy until I could talk to you.”\n\nRand chewed his lip. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry Ekkart. I was just so surprised and angry! I’ve been confused ever since.”\n\n“You mean about us?”\n\nRand nodded, itching his thighs nervously. “About the future. I’m realizing that I can’t keep doing this forever. I’ll be sent to court or to a monastery soon enough. If there isn’t a reason for my father to keep me around then he’ll find a place for me where a gap needs to be filled and that’ll be the end of us.”\n\n“Is that all you are to him? A plug for whatever hole pops into his noble squabbles?” Ekkart stood and let the hammer drop out of his hands. He huffed as he shook off his shirt, using it to wipe over his ears and neck. \n\nAlthough Rand would have liked to let his gaze linger on Ekkart’s exposed torso, he kept his gaze down. He didn’t like talking badly of his father, but he hated conflict with the donkey even more. It was best to switch the topic. “Lavni-the tapir.” Rand clarified when the donkey gave him a confused tilt of his head. “He does possess magic, but I don’t think he used it malevolently. He’s a foreigner after all. Maybe he just doesn’t understand how courting is supposed to work.”\n\n“As I recall from my lessons with his Holiness, you do not hypnotize your lover into getting fucked.” Rand scoffed.\n\nRand took in a sharp breath, annoyed. “Just please promise me you won’t do anything yet? He’s painting a portrait of me and I don’t want our time alone to be any worse than it already is.”\n\nEkkart shoulders sagged and he lifted his head up to the sky with a snort. “Everything keeps coming back to you and how you feel, as always.”\n\n“Please don’t make this a fight, not now.” Rand pushed himself up onto his knees and wrapped his arms around the donkey’s waist. 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His tail wavered in the air, the enthusiasm he had felt beginning to falter.

“Ah, ah,” Lavni said, waggling his drawing utensil, chastising Rand. “Keep that tail raised.”

“Was this all an elaborate ruse to coach me on how to keep still while posing? If so, it’s lost its charm.” Rand grumbled, glancing back to glower at the tapir. To his surprise, he felt another flare of nervous passion swell up in his chest at the sight of the similarly naked man behind him. The foreigner was plump in every respect. His belly was a meaty slab that was propped up on two thick thighs and the sight of his flaccid cock was almost humbling, lax in regards to this whole affair. Rand had rarely ever been naked in the room with only a few men, Ekkart being the latter in a number that he could only count on one hand.

“I told you to concentrate on your breathing. Slow down, take in air to your lower belly. Don’t flush it out with your shoulders.” Lavni remarked, tilting his head to get a better gander at the youth’s rear.

Rand tried, but too often he would glance back, see the massive frame and finding his groin tingling with the allure of this moment. “So this is still about posing? I thought we were aiming for bringing out my bold nature?”

“You are letting an old tapir doodle your naked butt in a country where young men are often flayed if they are caught naked with one another. Not only that, you were quite the deviant with our stable friend before I ever arrived. You are bold in private, but still a child when it comes to a public face.” Lavni quirked an eyebrow, his voice remaining humorous but observant. “I’ll help you assert yourself, but first I need you to keep your pose, little lordling.”

The mink sighed, but couldn’t help but smile sheepishly. It was odd to take a bit of pride in this behavior. Perhaps it merely felt good to be admired. “Just swear you won’t let anyone see that! I can’t imagine what father would do. Flogging for sure, but I shudder to think of what more he would be forced to do.”

“Forced?”

“It’s his station to punish his sons if they step below their station. Not that he enjoys giving his sons a proper spanking or lecture, but he’s willing to step in and reign us in if we start to swerve ahead with the wrong foot forward.”

Lavni stared, his hand halting its sketching for a brief second before resuming. He shook his head, jostling his trunk about. “You northerners are barbarians.  I should take you to Gatlisuu and give you a proper show of culture and refinery.”

“Certainly there’s something good that you find up here?”

“Your pillows are exquisite and soft. Your boys doubly so.” The tapir sneered, leaning his heavy bulk further back against the pillow mound he’d constructed and Rand finally saw the tapir’s dormant cock jerk. The mink knew what a show he was putting on and bent his front forward, laying on his elbows and putting his head to the ground. His tail was curled upward, hips shoved towards the ceiling. Rand’s crotch had been shifting back and forth between erect and impassive, but this bit of teasing he did made his sheathe swell.

Lavni nodded, smacking his lips lustfully as he set back to his work, releasing a guttural growl of arousal. “Just like that, my sweetling. Hold yourself high for me.”

“Am I-” Rand swallowed, certain that he had to keep talking or else this would become too uncomfortable. “Do you think I can pass off as handsome, Lavni?”

The tapir answered faster than the mink would have like. “I would not dress you as handsome, little lordling. You are like a delicate pastry coated in sugar and cinnamon. Much more appealing to one who enjoys sweets as I do. A lithe thing like you is cute, but hardly fit for such stern words like ‘handsome’.”

“I see.”

“What prompted you to ask?”

Rand chewed his lip impatiently. “It’s just what I would hope my portrait would be like. Vincent has been comparing my father’s portrait to my own and he finds our differences endlessly amusing.”

“You mean the steward? The dumb, fat badger?” Lavni said with a low chuckle. “Does he make a habit of this; demeaning you?”

“Since I was little. He says he’s merely trying to toughen me up for noble life, but it’s only made me more wary of the whole idea of it.”

“I do not think it is best to talk of such stressful things. You must relax for me.”

“Now that I’ve started how can I stop?” He sighed. He could feel his limbs tense and his tail began to droop, tired after holding it up for so long.

The mink felt a jolt of surprise when he felt warm breath again his bare rump. Lavni had crawled over to the mustelid noble and he leaned forward, humming as he cupped the mink’s ass in his hand, squeezing the tight cheeks as he lifted his trunk and nuzzled his mouth into the hot cleft of fur and flesh. A sharp yelp of surprise followed the tapir’s tongue drifting along the younger male’s trench.

“Ahh! What are…y-y-y-ououooooo.” Rand moaned, his voice cracking into a high pitched whine as the wet organ began to gyrate over the tight pucker. The mink let out a yelp as he felt the tongue surge forward, pressing the thick tip against the younger male’s anus. The trunk lifted above the horizon of the lad’s hips, the mouth of the painter taking a mouthful of the youth’s nethers into its warm caress and the boy’s hole was prodded and poked at. All the while, Rand squirmed, prone and pushing his hips back at this new sensation that was driving him into a haze of pleasure.

With a wet smack of his lips, Lavni blew a warm breath over the now damp asshole of his subject. “The stable boy never treated your under-tail this tenderly, hm?”

“No,” Rand gasped. “I mean, Ekkart knows how to take me like a man should. This is-” He breathed hard into his arms, moaning again in the afterglow of the intense tongue lashing he had taken. “I don’t know what this is.”

“In Gatlisuu,” Lavni said, planting his lips upon the warm cleft beneath the twitching tail of the mink. “We call it ‘Plucking the Petals’.”

“It feels wonderful.” Rand crooned.

“Are you relaxed now?”

“Yes!” The noble lad said, smiling with his eyes shut tight. The tapir ran his rough hands up the length of the mink’s tail, squeezing his mitts over it as it wriggled in his grasp. He gave the boy’s rump a hard smack, eliciting a quiet gasp of mingled pain and pleasure from the boy. “That was hardly a pluck.”

“I am merely teasing you, little lordling. Now you will return to your pose and I shall return to my throne.” The tapir wobbled back to his seat and the sound of paper scratching.

“Is there a name for all the horrible things the people of Gatlisuu do in their beds?” Rand queried, casting a coy look behind his shoulder.

“Indeed, there are whole books on such tricks and trappings for those with lewd endeavors. I could teach you, if you like? It is certainly not as helpful in these barbaric lands, but if you find yourself held as hostage I expect you can use such gifts to your advantage.”

“What of your magic? Could I learn that as well?”

Unlike all his previous questions this one did not receive an answer. Instead, the tapir stopped drawing and cast a wary look at the naked boy in front of him. His trunk pulled up tight against his face as he frowned. “It would not be wise. Sympathy magic is a powerful art, but the cost leaves ones wanting.”

“Wanting how?”

“We shall finish the sketch and then we both shall retire our task for the day. You are relaxed, yes? More confident.”

“Yes, but,” Rand began but thought better of pressing the issue of magic. “Never mind.”

“Good lad. Keep your pose.”

Keeping the pose was an easy affair. Only an hour later and several lewd drawing’s in the artists possession Rand was allowed to put his clothes back on. He did so reluctantly, donning the fluffy cuffs he’d been teased about. He hung at the door, casting a longing gaze at the foreign painter. As Lavni put his drawing tools away he caught the mustelid’s eyes and grinned. “You still want more, sweetling?”

Rand nodded and with a deep sigh the tapir lumbered towards the boy. He put a firm hand on the younger man’s shoulder, cupping his chin with the other. His thumb traced the corner of rand’s muzzle and he pulled the youth’s face towards his, chuckling to himself as his trump bobbed and curled. “What a true treasure you are. Open your mouth.”

Rand felt his heart thunder like a storm ravaging the coast, waves of pleasure crashing as he slightly let his lips parts. He groaned as he felt one of the tapir’s fingers dig past his fangs, curling and twisting along the flat of the boy’s tongue. Rand closed his mouth, suckling the finger and gripping the rough palm of the painter as he released a moan he’d wanted to get out of his throat since the morning had come. “Please, show me the eyes again, Lavni.”

The tapir’s grin widened and his moved forward, pushing Rand against the wall and pinning him there with his bulk. The warm, soft belly pressed against the mustelid’s thin front, the grubby paws of the older man directing the boy’s attention as a bright purple glow began to leak from the tapir’s eyes. Rand stared, a dull smile spreading across the finger lodged in his mouth.

“Open.” A voice as deep as the ocean commanded, the finger pulling the mink’s slack jaws open. The boy’s tongue lolled out and he felt his cock throb like a dam about to burst. He could  feel himself being drawn into the tapir’s eyes. The trickles of light were like a pit that he sunk deeper and deeper into and the farther he went into this vast purple sea the hornier he felt.

“Kiss me. Receive me. Drink me.” The voice hissed, cracking the layer of fear that had once encased Rand’s mind. The intense desire to obey, to bring pleasure to this demand followed and Rand panted with need as he leaned forward to seek that which he was commanded to take. The wrinkled trunk lifted and the mink prince stared into the gullet of his one desire; the wriggling fat tongue that snaked forward. The tip slid past his quivering bottom lip and a twinge of unfathomable pleasure rocked Rand’s senses. He wriggled his thin body against the pressing blubbery gut that pinned him, twisting his head to give his muzzle room to accept the fullness of the tapirs drooling appendage.

Three commands still rang loudly with every thunderous beat of his heart. Kiss. Receive. Drink. The mustelid performed all three as best as his inexperienced mouth could.

Each thrust from the tapir’s mouth forced a mouthful of saliva past the mink’s open muzzle. The wet noise of the dripping, wriggling tongue began to lull the mustelid into a deep haze of lust that only fed the need to obey. Rand’s lips closed firmly and began to suckle at the twisted muscle, letting it glide back and forth into his mouth and punctuating his submission with a loud, desperate moan that made the fat body of the painter tremble against him. He could felt the tapir’s mouth gnawing at his cheeks, the boy’s muzzle buried well past those supple lips and tucked deeply past the trunk that now curled around the back of his head.

A swallow was all that was needed. The mustelid’s throat contracted and drank down the sloppy pool of drool that was transferred between the pudgy beast that had taken control. This was the route of the eternity that seemed to pass. The mink began to follow the motions of the powerful jaws that chewed and claimed dominion over his muzzle, bobbing his mouth along the slick tongue that tickled the back of his throat. His paws dipped down, grabbing handfuls of the flabby paunch and trying to find purchase amongst the overwhelming sensations that swarmed all around him. The feel of him, the stench of his arousal that began to billow from under his arms and the sheer force of will that led Rand to Kiss, to Receive and to Drink. He did it all until-

The mink found himself being pushed outside the room. He collapsed, unable to stand without the wall to support him or the bulk of the tapir to brace himself against. Drool caked the fur around his face and he stared up at the open door to the fading purple light within the tapir’s eyes. Lavni was panting, his face tired and restraint expressed in the tight wrinkles around his face.

“Do you want more?” Lavni asked, his voice no longer thrumming with power inside Rand’s head.

“Yes, yes! Please!” The mink begged, crawling forward on all fours towards the door.

The mustelid suddenly felt the artist’s bare foot press against his face and he was shoved backwards with a hard push. He looked up, confused and dismayed.

“Then go to your stable boy and sate yourself.” The tapir huffed and shut the door, leaving the noble lord’s son there on the floor with a bulging erection; the hardest Rand had ever been.

- - -

“Ekkart!” Rand’s single shout made the donkey miss his hammer strike by a mile. The blunt tool thwacked against the already broken fence that kept the animals that belonged to the Kelverstead’s.

Ekkart struggled to realign the long beam of wood, but he appeared to struggle for words until he finally settled on, “You shouldn’t surprise me like that.”

“Else I’ll catch you in similar straights like yesterday?” Rand asked, crossing his arms. He still had Lavni’s last command in his head, even though his lust drunk nature had long worn off. He’d sate himself with an apology from the donkey, if he could get it.

“It wasn’t what it looked like, Rand.” Ekkart said and began to strike the nail into the wood, each smack harder than the last. “That’s what I was yelling at you when you fled. If you had kept your wits I could have explained everything.”

“I think I can make my own judgments for myself. You fell for him, Ekkart. It’s alright if you’d rather have him than me. I don’t think either of us expected us to, well-” Rand realized this topic was one the two had never discussed. “You know, like other men.”

“I don’t like other men. I like you.” The donkey crouched, steadying the middle beam and sighing. The odd clarification caught Rand off guard. He’d hoped his coarse words might hurt Ekkart in a manner similar to how he had felt yesterday, but the donkey was rationale, taking the brunt of Rand’s tone. Ekkart continued, “The tapir has a demon inside him, Rand. He cast a spell on me. I wouldn’t have let him fuck me otherwise.”

“With magic?” The mink’s ears perked up and he knelt down beside his friend. “You mean he-”

“He used me. He’ll get what’s coming to him once I figure out how.” The donkey began to hammer the wood into place, first with one hand and then viciously thumping the flat head of the tool with both hands. “And when.”

Rand looked at the fence, noticing the length of the fence’s wood that looked freshly cut and sanded, sturdier than the rest. He stared at the donkey. “Have you been fixing the fence all morning?”

Ekkart’s rotund body was covered in a ripe sheen of sweat and dirt, but his youthful vigor was there driving him past his limits despite his bulk. “I needed to keep myself busy until I could talk to you.”

Rand chewed his lip. “I didn’t know. I’m sorry Ekkart. I was just so surprised and angry! I’ve been confused ever since.”

“You mean about us?”

Rand nodded, itching his thighs nervously. “About the future. I’m realizing that I can’t keep doing this forever. I’ll be sent to court or to a monastery soon enough. If there isn’t a reason for my father to keep me around then he’ll find a place for me where a gap needs to be filled and that’ll be the end of us.”

“Is that all you are to him? A plug for whatever hole pops into his noble squabbles?” Ekkart stood and let the hammer drop out of his hands. He huffed as he shook off his shirt, using it to wipe over his ears and neck.

Although Rand would have liked to let his gaze linger on Ekkart’s exposed torso, he kept his gaze down. He didn’t like talking badly of his father, but he hated conflict with the donkey even more. It was best to switch the topic. “Lavni-the tapir.” Rand clarified when the donkey gave him a confused tilt of his head. “He does possess magic, but I don’t think he used it malevolently. He’s a foreigner after all. Maybe he just doesn’t understand how courting is supposed to work.”

“As I recall from my lessons with his Holiness, you do not hypnotize your lover into getting fucked.” Rand scoffed.

Rand took in a sharp breath, annoyed. “Just please promise me you won’t do anything yet? He’s painting a portrait of me and I don’t want our time alone to be any worse than it already is.”

Ekkart shoulders sagged and he lifted his head up to the sky with a snort. “Everything keeps coming back to you and how you feel, as always.”

“Please don’t make this a fight, not now.” Rand pushed himself up onto his knees and wrapped his arms around the donkey’s waist. He gazed up over the firm gut and almost laughed at the way Ekkart’s ears dipped and tilted. “Can’t we just be happy like before?”

Despite the hard look the mink got, the stable hand’s rough fingers came down and stroked his lover’s head, scratching behind one ear. “For the moment.” Rand began to trill and wriggle against the bulge but Ekkart gently pried him loose. “I said for the moment. We aren’t going to pretend that I don’t like your painter and you’ll do well to remind him not to approach me again. Until he’s gone I can’t stand to-” He hesitated, focusing his gaze the adoring eyes of the thin, meek prince of the Kelps. “Lets not indulge just yet.”

Rand’s fingers stroked the rim of the donkey’s pants, fingers dipping into the fold. “Just a little perhaps?”

Again, Ekkart tried to pry Rand’s hands from his waist. “Rand, stop it.”

“BOY.” The deep thunder of the steward to the Kelverstead estate sent both boy’s into fits of terror. Rand quickly leapt to his feet and Ekkart backed himself into the fence, jostling the unfinished part.

Vincent stomped down the cobble path, stepping off to approach the two as they awkwardly awaited him. He yelled, loud and impatient. “Rand, your father summoned you an hour ago. Is there a reason why you’re outside the estate?”

“No.” The mink mumbled, trying to keep his hands in front of the erection he’d been sporting prior to the interruption.

“Then march your feeble mind to your father’s quarters. He can’t send the entire staff out to find you every time he needs his youngest son to act like he belongs to noble blood.” His eyes narrowed as Rand approached and he suddenly grabbed the boy’s neck, slapping his lower back and barking, “Straighten up! For god’s sake, lad, you’re practically a grown man now. Walk with some pride.”

The mink began to walk a little faster, his back rigid and straight as an arrow. Vincent glanced over his shoulder, pointing over the rest of the fence surrounding the outside pen. “Finish the rest of that fence, Ekkart. Tell your father to put extra feed out to the painter’s beasts. He’ll have need of them by the end of the week.”

“The end of the week?” Rand asked.

“Your father is tired of the artist’s slow approach. He’ll be finishing up both your portraits and will be departing in less than two days time. Good riddance, I say.”

“And what does my father want? Is it news from one of my brothers?”

“Better! You’re finally moving out into the world, Rand. The Duke has accepted you as his personal page at your father’s bequest. You’ll finally have some real people to interact with instead of boy’s like Ekkart. Your father and I agreed the real step to guiding you towards a sensible place in the family is to put in a place to make the right friends. People with prospects.”

Rand said nothing. How could he? His mouth was suddenly dry and his head was swimming. He walked through the center of the outside square, gazing at the buildings he’d grown up around, chasing his brothers or Ekkart around. He didn’t know anything about the outside world and what went on there, truly. Despite that, his father and the man he most hated thought tossing him into the Duke’s court was reasonable? They might as well drop him into a pit of spikes. As he hurried up the stairs, Rand could only think of how to stop it all and keep his life rooted where he wanted it; to his horror he found there was little to credit him a reprieve from this fate but a forbidden fling and an unfinished portrait that was beginning to wear on his sanity.", "pools_count": 0, "title": "A Gaze from the Southlands - Third Chapter", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "image/png", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "1", "views": "279" }