Richelieu and Widimer
       
       “Pathetic.” The word stung Widimer’s ears. He had prostrated himself before his lordship, the great Cardinal Richelieu, but it didn’t seem he would be receiving any forgiveness. “Once again you and your men disappoint me. What do you have to say for yourself, Widimer?”
       
       “F-Forgive me, Cardinal Richelieu. I know that I have no excuse, but if you give me a second chance I-” Widimer was prepared to ramble and beg for some time, but he wasn’t given the chance. Richeliea struck the mastiff with a solid smack to the face before he could continue. 
       
       “Second chance?!” The cardinal spat the words like a curse. “You talk as if I haven’t already given you countless chances you worthless fool!” He glared down at Widimer viciously, his mind rushing with a desire to finally dispose of the waste of space and perhaps find someone competent to lead his guard. 
       
       Of course, such drastic measures called for a level of calm before they were decided upon. So for now he merely settled for striking the fool across the face a second time. Widimer looked up at him tearfully at that. It was tempting him to strike again. “P-please, Cardinal Richelieu…”
       
       Such pathetic begging made another strike worthless though. All the wolf could bring himself to do was sigh and pinch his nose, fighting back the headache the imbecile was giving him. “I cannot deal with more at this moment, Widimer.” He took a breath and set his hands on his lap before lifting his nose and looking away from him. “Begone, I have more important matter to attend to. I do not wish to see your face again.” He spoke gently while he worked to gain his calm, but the bile in his tongue was unmistakable. It rang of finality. 
       
       Widimer heard it, doubtlessly. His begging became even more pathetic and desperate in response. Now not confident in merely prostrating himself, he moved to set his head on the cardinal’s lap and fell to pulling desperately at his robes. 
       
       His blubbering became more desperate too. Muffled by the cardinal’s robes and rapid as it was, it was completely unintelligible. It was the begging of a child. 
       
       However, infuriating and hopeless as the mumbling was, it worked. Richelieu had lifted his hand high with plans to strike the fool once more, but he hesitated before bringing his hand down. Instead, he brought it down almost gently, resting it calmly on the shorter dog’s neck. “I don’t know what you’re thinking to accomplish by sullying my robes, imbecile.” 
       
       Widimer’s blubbering stopped abruptly when he felt the wolf’s claws push against the back of his neck. They weren’t threatening to tear at him, yet anyway. However, Richelieu’s calm movements weren’t kind either. There was a threat in his grip, just not an immediate one. The mastiff lifted his head to gaze up at the holy man, praying to keep that threat at bay. “I beg you, your eminence…” He felt so small beneath the wolf that he started to shake. “I’ll do anything for forgiveness.”
       
       Richelieu sighed. Looking down at the tearstained face of the fool, he couldn’t help but ponder if he knew what he was offering. Widimer lacked much of any awareness, but he did have a talent for saving his own skin. Of course, he had few other talents, but there were at least some that Richelieu could made use of. 
       
       “Very well, Widimer.” Richelieu grinned crookedly, baring just a few fangs in the back of his mouth. His grip tightened, personally ashamed that he might let himself be played so easily, and he pulled the man roughly from his lap as he stood up. He hadn’t intended to throw Widimer aside, but it was satisfying to see the fool stumble onto his back at the sudden force. “You know what to do then. Hop to it.”
       
       Widimer looked baffled. Again, Richelieu was unsure how much credit to give him. “Wh-what do you mean, your eminence?”
       
       “Even you cannot be that idiotic, Widimer.” The wolf glared at him while he casually removed his hat and worked at undoing the bindings of his collar. “Disrobe, quickly. I’ll not have you waste any more of my time than I have to.”
       
       Though he continued to look on, confused, the mastiff nodded. His face became alarmingly red while he went to work undoing his belt and collar. Richelieu watched the spectacle calmly while he took his own time disrobing and folding his garments over the back of his chair. Widimer was much more flustered, hastily tossing every article into a pile without care. In spite of this, he was embarrassingly slow. Richelieu had already taken his seat again by the time the mutt was down to his boxers. 
       
       Richelieu took a few moments to admire Widimer’s rotund form, even licking his lips and shifting himself to a comfortable position in his chair. However, he only had so much time to waste on the fool for now, so he commanded he press on. “All the way, Widimer.”
       
       The mastiff’s eyes were locked with the hungry seeming wolf now. He was shivering again. Richelieu was no fool though. Right now, Widimer wasn’t scared. “I-it is rather cold in here your eminence.” Widimer looked around the dungeon, still blushing wildly. His eyes lingered on the ajar entryway.  
       
       “I don’t recall asking for your opinion on the weather, captain.” Richelieu pushed aside the fool’s embarrassment. Admittedly, their secret meeting spot was not the most comfortable place for a tryst, but there was no point in hesitation now. Doubtlessly they had already had such trysts in riskier locations after all. And besides, this was meant to be the captain’s penance. “Take them off.”
       
       “Y-yessir, your eminence…” The order was calm, but still stung Widimer’s ears. He was certain that he didn’t want to disobey, but something about the wolf was still frightening even when naked. He swallowed heavily and glanced over the cardinal. The wolf’s thin form was almost what someone would call delicate, were it not for his intimidating height. Even seated, the mastiff couldn’t help but meet his eyes, and when Widimer leaned down to drop the last of his clothing, the wolf absolutely seemed to tower over him. 
       
       “Good job, captain.” Richelieu rested his chin on a palm and admired Widimer’s kneeling state. His portly form betrayed remains of muscle that lingered from when he was first employed as the captain of the cardinal’s guards. The wolf wanted to admire that body, plumped from years of drink as it was. However, right now he mostly admired the kneeling. “Now, on all fours please.”
       
       Widimer froze for a moment when a cool breeze blew through the dungeon, but he didn’t even think to disobey. He tried to smile when he looked up at the towering wolf in fact. “C-certainly, your eminence.” He kept his eyes locked with the wolf as best as he could, even as he crawled on hands and knees before him. “W-Whatever you say…” Richelieu’s crooked smile seemed to grow as he got closer. Eventually the wolf’s claws reached out and wrapped around his throat again. 
       
       Richelieu wasn’t particularly strong physically. However, the force he was able to exert still surprised Widimer when the cardinal pulled him roughly to his lap without a word. And the cardinal’s cock was still shocking as well. As many times as Widimer had seen it, it still intimidated him with its size. Even just half-way out of its sheath, it threatened to choke him. 
       
       Still, the mastiff had little choice at this point. He set to licking the shaft and tugging at his master’s sheathe diligently, working the mighty cock out more and more by the moment and delaying the strain on his gag reflex for now. 
       
       All the while Richelieu smiled down at him, eager for the moment that the fool would properly wrap his lips around him. “You may be worthless as a guard, but I must admit you have some talent as a consort, Captain Widimer.” The wolf took a deep breath. Widimer responded well to the praise, running his tongue eagerly around the base of Richelieu shaft and his balls. Richelieu rewarded him with some gentle scratches and bit more praise. “At least you do well making use of those talents.”
       
       Though he had intended to maintain a firm grip of dominance on the shorter man, Richelieu couldn’t help himself relaxing under Widimer’s ministration. By the time that the captain had worked the cardinal’s knot out at last, he was almost sinking into his chair. 
       
       “Don’t waste time, Widimer.” His breath was growing heavy while he ran his claws over Widimer’s neck and gently coaxed him upward. Widimer mentally prepared himself as he licked around the wolf’s tip. “Swallow it.”
       
       The command was simple and calm, and just like before it left Widimer without choice. Richelieu was at least kind enough to only press him down halfway at first swallow though. 
        
       He wasn’t kind enough to let him pull up more than an inch though. Now that he was on Richelieu’s shaft he wouldn’t be allowed to move until the cardinal was finished. 
       
       Even when the sound of boots echoed out in the hall. 
       
       Widimer very nearly panicked when he heard the familiar bootstep, but Richelieu remained calm, merely sighing and strengthening his grip a touch as they heard a companion making their way into the dungeon. “Don’t you think about stopping if you hope to keep your post, captain.” Richelieu took a deep breath and steadied himself in his seat as he spoke, preparing to greet his visitor with the same dignity as always in spite of his compromising seat. Widimer wouldn’t be allowed that comfort. 
       
       So, when Rochefort finally snuck his way into the room, he was decidedly taken aback, but Richelieu was unfazed. “Y-your eminence!” The cavalier stumbled as he took the scene in. He almost made to leave, but didn’t think to cause further offence, so he merely covered his eyes. “M-my apologies, your eminence, I can return another time.”
       
       “Nonsense, Rochefort. I have been awaiting your report.” The cardinal sighed, taking efforts to keep his calm while forcing Widimer onward. “Don’t mind the captain. Carry on.” His voice was cold enough to send a shiver down Widimer’s spine. The mastiff pulled himself in closer to his master’s lap in an effort to cover himself. 
       
       Thankfully, the report was brief. Likely in an effort to preserve his own dignity, Rochefort spoke very quickly. And he only allowed himself the briefest of peeks at the cardinal’s naked body. Unfortunately for both him and Widimer though, the report was nowhere brief enough. 
       
       In his embarrassment, Widimer had actually increased his efforts on the wolf’s cock, trying hard not to gag and to bury his face as deeply in Richelieu’s crotch as he possibly could. By the time Rochefort was making his final bow to leave, the cardinal was biting his lip and cumming with a growl. 
       
       While Rochefort started at the sound, Widimer had no choice but to keep still and drink. Any movement might bring him in the wrong sort of contact with his eminence’s claws after all. Frighteningly, Rochefort had the same thought, and paused to leave before the wolf finished. 
       
       Of course, Richelieu didn’t take nearly as long as either of his minions to recover. Once his growl had finished, he caught his breath and tensed his shoulders, keeping his rigid, formal posture even as he continued to spray inside of the captain’s throat. “Hah… If that’s all Rochefort?” His gaze landed firmly on the cavalier, looking like a frightening glare as he tried to control himself. Much to his shame, his ears were twitching wildly, and his mind couldn’t keep on the report much longer now. 
       
       “Th-that’s all, your eminence.” Rochefort nodded and averted his eyes. 
       
       “Then you’re dismissed.” The cardinal turned back to the captain, finally acknowledging him properly for the first time since Rochefort entered. He even lifted his hand, just enough to allow the fool to look back at him. “I have some more business with the captain, so do not disturb me again for the rest of the evening…”
       
       Rochefort bowed, all too happy to follow that order. “Yes, your eminence. I’ll be on my way.”
       
       “See that you are…” Richelieu sighed, just barely keeping down a second growl while Rochefort hurriedly made his way out. Once the cavalier was gone, he finally allowed himself to sink into his chair again, closing his eyes and laying back. “Mmph, you are far too talented at this, Widimer…”
       
       With his master relaxed, the mastiff was finally able to pull himself off of the cock, swallowing one last gulp of cum on the way. “Th-thank you… your eminence.” His own breath was naturally haggard as he stared up at the wolf, but he was happy enough that his tail started to wag. “I am… most pleased that I could satisfy his eminence.”
       
       “Don’t think you are done just yet, captain…” Richelieu’s eyes lazily came open as he turned his gaze back to the pathetic dog beneath him. Widimer was unfazed by the gaze this time though. “On your back, I plan to make use of your other talents before the night’s end.” Shameful as it was for a man of his stature to admit, this had become about much more than the captain’s penance now. The cardinal had clearly been too long since last satisfying his carnal needs. A simple bit of fellatio wouldn’t be enough. 
       
       Thankfully, Widimer was most willing to comply with that order. His smile suddenly lost its tired edge. He looked positively elated as he backed away, locking eyes with his master and looking like a giddy pup. 
       
       He wasted no time in stretching his legs and setting himself onto his back, and in doing so his own carnal need was made obvious. The captain’s stout form concealed a thick shaft and thicker knot. On his back with it throbbing under his belly, it might have looked unimpressive to your average lover. Richelieu knew it too well to doubt it though. It was one of the few things that the captain kept that made him worthwhile to have around. Though it might have been dwarfed by his rotund state, it was more than enough to satisfy his lovers. 
       
       So, when Richelieu climbed atop the prone fool’s lap and wrapped his tail around the base of the cock, he knew exactly what he was in for. His body ached for that sinful pleasure only this beast could provide him, humiliating as that might have been. “You still have some work to do before you have satisfied me.” He glared down at the captain and rocked his hips, running the mastiff’s tip up his rear, and as he did, his ears embarrassingly began to twitch again. “Do you understand, Widimer.”
       
       “Y-yes your eminence.” Widimer was overcome. Shakily, he grabbed the wolf by the hips, and tears came to his eyes while he smiled up at Richelieu. The look in his face had gone from merely giddy to positively adoring and, his cock was aching and spurting wildly while he felt his beloved master resting on his belly. 
       
       Richelieu took a deep breath to avoid being overcome himself by the ridiculous look. “I will allow you to tie me…” He steadied himself and reached back to grab Widimer’s cock by the knot. “You are to stay still until I say to move…” His breathing became heavier while he rubbed the tip against his entrance. It took an upsetting amount of focus to keep his tail still as he worked, easing the tip into his rear. “You are not to speak of this to anyone…”
       
       Widimer panted at the sensations, running his hands lazily over Richelieu and trying not to thrust while the wolf worked. “A-as always, your eminence!” He whimpered, biting his lip, and shutting his eyes. 
       
       The mastiff’s hips were wagging wildly though, just enough to tamper with the wolf’s aim. “Then keep still, fool…” Richelieu groaned and grabbed the captain’s shoulder in an attempt to steady them both now. Another quiet growl and sputter of his own cock kept him from grabbing tightly enough to intimidate, unfortunately. Thankfully, neither his tail starting to wag nor the fool’s inability to follow orders kept the pair for very long. 
       
       Richelieu’s quiet growl soon transitioned into a fierce rumble as he finally forced the tip of the thick beast underneath him inside of his rear. When Widimer felt the penetration and responded with an out of order thrust he had to keep himself from howling at the intrusion. 
       
       “W-weren’t you listening, fool…” He groaned, complaining in spite of his own euphoria. As best as his legs would allow, he was trying to push himself down onto the smaller dog. His own cock was spurting wildly against Widimer’s belly, and he couldn’t think far beyond the experience of being filled. “Widimer! Keep going!”
       
       “Richelieu!” It was a pointless request. Widimer hadn’t just started thrusting. He was pulling the cardinal closer to his hips by the second. The wolf was bouncing against his knot soon enough and growling the whole way. Widimer focused every bit of energy he could on getting his eminence on that knot as soon as possible. Doubtless, he wouldn’t last long with his beloved master paying him such attention. “R-Richelieu…”
       
       So, Widimer abruptly pulled the cardinal downward with all his might, whimpering the whole while. And Richelieu was, for once, entirely grateful for the fool. He became mindless as a beast himself for that moment, pushing himself down just as fiercely as the captain pulled, letting loose with a passionate howl as the knot finally started to stretch his ring,
       
       It took what felt like an eternity of continued pushing and pulling for the knot to finally stretch the wolf entirely, though anyone who might be eavesdropping would say that the cardinal’s howls lasted for only about a minute before he finally petered out. Widimer’s whimpering might have lasted a fair few minutes longer. He moaned the cardinal’s name the entire time, quietly but passionately. 
       
       Richelieu paid him no mind, once his own howling finally died down and he was aware of his own orgasm passing, the cardinal merely allowed himself to relax. Specifically, he allowed himself to collapse on top of the overweight mastiff.
       
       “The moment we are able to untie… you will carry me to my chambers…” Richelieu groaned while he squeezed against the captain’s knot reflexively. Even as the rest of his body relaxed, his ass seemed to revel in its sinful euphoria. 
       
       For his part, Widimer was relaxed completely. Having let his arms fall aside all he could do was moan in response to the wolf’s demand. “Richelieu…”
       
       “Very good… very good…” Richelieu bit his lip and caught his breath. “After we make it to my chambers, we can discuss the rest of your penance… and your next assignment.” He knew he should be humiliated, tied to another male, his tail wagging wildly. However, there was comfort in the fool’s loyalty. If nothing else, no one would ever hear of this from Widimer. “And you will tell no one of this… understood.”
       
       “Mmm… as always… Cardinal Richelieu…” Failure though he was, Widimer was loyal.  Not a word would reach outside. “Does… does this mean… I’m forgiven?”
       
       Richelieu pondered the question, wondering once more how much credit the oaf deserved as he closed his eyes. “Pathetic… Not another word until we reach my chambers, you oaf…” Though he tried to fill the statement with a calm command, or even a bit of bile, his tail wagging gave away his pleasure. Doubtlessly the captain owed him for more than just this most recent loss of face. One more sinful evening at the least.
       
       He would see to it that due was paid.