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The PDF version of this story is also there as a public post ^^", "writing": "Bhuto Khan was riding in the middle of his entourage, back erect and effortlessly steering his steppe-horse with his knees. His green sclera glinted in the sun as his black pupils darted over the crowds that had gathered to see their new ruler. \nHis father, the great conqueror, had died a few months prior, leaving him the new ruler after his uncle had willingly accepted his ascension to the throne. Things were changing rapidly in the Mongol empire, old traditions were dying out and new ones were being adopted, many of the warriors, once drunk on war, now drunk on the fine wines and spirits their conquered peoples produced. \nBuko, his uncle, rode by his side. He shot a glance at the grizzled warrior, the golden jackal's face a mish-mash of scars, his nose bent, an ear missing almost down to the skull. Buko saw his glance and lifted his steel bottle in salute, Persian spirits poured down his throat, some of it dribbling down his chin. \nThe young khan almost shook his head in derision, alcohol had taken his father, the man a sot by the time of his death, and he feared his uncle would go the same route. Boisterous and proud, the man was an absolute menace when the drink took a hold of him. \nAlmost growling, Bhuto resumed his watch over the crowds, those furs he could see any way. Encircled by his troops from his own tribe, other Mongols as well as the native foxes of the land led and ended the procession, hundreds of bows and spears ready to respond to any challenge to their sovereign. \n\"ALL HAIL BHUTO KHAN, KING OF KINGS!\" The crier at the head shouted in Persian, the fox clad in ceremonial robes. \n\"Cursed babble,\" Buko muttered, loud enough for the khan to hear and his eyes narrowed. \n\"It would do you good to learn the language of our people,\" he chided the old warrior. \n\"They should learn [i]ours[/i]!\" The man insisted, taking another swig of his bottle. \n\nIt was an old argument, and Bhuto let it drop at once. After all, he was the one who ruled, it didn't matter what his uncle thought. Gesturing with his paw, he had the nearby soldiers make way so that the crowd could be seen properly, and so that they could see him. The master of ceremonies had insisted he be pulled around on a golden carriage to stand above the rest, but the young khan was far too accustomed to the saddle.\nBesides, the old rulers had been complacent and decadent, he had of mind to be a different kind of king.\nA proper khan.\nHe moved to the side of the procession, which had halted, and he took a long and hard look at his subjects. The foxes in the crowd bowed and scraped, some staring with anger, or with hatred, or with fear. Most were skinny, their clothes threadbare, years of war had famished the country. In between the reddish-coated people, Bhuto noticed something peculiar. He made a grand gesture to divide the crowd, and a light-blue coloured canine revealed himself. Small and runty, perhaps 8, perhaps 10 summers old, he stood apart from the rest by his build and his fur colour, marking him as something other, something [i]exotic[/i].\nBhuto leered, locking gazes with the cub who had golden eyes that were hurriedly cast down in submission. Underneath his trousers, the khan felt a heavy stirring and he had his horse move closer, until his shadow fell over the small boycub. \n\n\"Nephew? Not again!\" His uncle chided him as he rode over to see the commotion. Where the old warrior had picked up one vice, Bhuto had picked up another, his harem well-supplied with beautiful treasures he had his pleasure with. \n\"What's your name?\" The khan asked in perfect Persian and the cub blanched before answering, \"Sepf.\" \n\"Where are your parents?\" Arrangements had to be made after all, most would sell their cubs at the price he was willing to pay.\n\"I-\" The cub hesitated. \"My parents are dead.\" His accent was heavy, this boy wasn't a native to the city. \n\"Well that does it! Guards, take that cub with you, and [i]do not harm him![/i]\"\nThe runty cub was quick to turn tail, frightened by the guards that attempted to catch him, but several onlookers blocked his way and showed him to the ground, his light frame barely even kicking up dust,\nBhuto then gestured for a couple of riders whose horses carried heavy saddle bags. He reached into one of them and pulled out a pawful of silver coins, throwing it to the crowd. A roar of jubilation rang out and fistfights erupted almost at once, even as he threw out pawful after pawful of silver, the crowd soon chanting his name and his Persian title. \n\"BHUTO! BHUTO! KING OF KINGS!\" \n\nLike a piece of game, the blue-furred cub had been slung over a horse, tied securely, and he remained there for the rest of the procession, the khan riding through the entirety of the city, bribing his people for their love.\n\n----------------------------\n\nSepf's nose was thick with the smell of horse and his eyes were ringing from the shouting of the crowds. He could move his head and tried to watch the nearby golden jackals, the Mongols, the conquerors of this place. A mixed breed, he had always been [i]other[/i], but the jackals were something else entirely. Crass, crude, dangerous. They steered their horses with nimble perfection and their bodies were relaxed in the same way a cat would be, ready to pounce at any moment. He didn't know why the khan had singled him out, and the nearby soldiers only spoke to one another in their own, crude language. \nFrightened and confused, the day went on, the sun baked him dry, and only the occasional sip from a waterskin kept him from passing out. \nFinally they arrived at the palace, and most of the soldiers dispersed, only a handful of jackals entered the main building, Sepf's paws bound and the cub dragged after them. The young ruler constantly leered at him, his black eyes glinting with something that made the folf's stomach churn with unease. They arrived at a gate that was adorned with motifs of beautiful flowers painted in vibrant colours, and the others left except the grizzled old soldier who looked like he might draw his saber and cut off his head at any time based on his hateful stares. \nThe khan and the older man conversed in their guttural language and the younger jackal reached for Sepf's bound paws, undoing the knots, letting the rope fall to the ground before grabbing his paw. \n\n\"I'll see you tomorrow, uncle.\" Bhuto said, and then entered his harem. There were no guards here, for no one would dare risk his wrath, and the scent of perfumes and hookah smoke instantly filled his nostrils. \n[i]This[/i] was his vice. Not the drink, not the opium, not the hashish. No. The pleasures of the flesh. He looked down at the young canine, noting the griminess of his rags, the off-putting smell of a life on the streets. \nA fat, old man met him then, a fox like so many of his subjects, but comically rotund, with a greying face that still somehow managed to look youthful. \n\"Asal, clean up this boy and bring him to my chambers once he has been prepared.\" He gave the eunuck a certain look and the castrate bowed deeply before steering the cub away.\nBhuto almost ventured further into his harem to satiate his thirst, but he refrained, wanting his potency to be at the utmost when he claimed his new bedslave. He could hear whimpers and moans coming from behind closed doors or drawn curtains, the members of his harem spending their time practicing their skills on one another as per his command, and he adjusted his hardness, which now fully snaked down his trouser-leg, throbbing mightily. \n\n-------------------------------\n\nThe strange old man had a firm grip on his bicep, but Sepf was too enraptured by the sights to even consider an escape attempt. Expensive furs, tapestries, busts and rugs adorned every surface of this place and the smell of it had his brain almost grow light. Fragrances he had never experienced or even imagined tickled his nostrils and the sounds of giggles and pleasured moans made his ears perch from side to side as it all overwhelmed him. \n\"You have been given a great honour.\" The man said as they entered a room that was so humid that sweat instantly oozed out his pores, causing his nose to scrunch up as his own stink was dislodged. \"Yes, young man, you really [i]do[/i] reek. Take off your clothes and enter the bath.\" \nThe bath in question was a pool some 3 by 7 yards that steamed from the heat of the water. Sepf stood still, somehow sensing a trap, but the old man just 'tut-tutted' and took his own robes off, gingerly folding the pristine white linen and stowing it away before he turned to pull at the cub's clothes. \nSepf's eyes widened, the man didn't have any balls!\n\"What happened to your...\" He blurted out before stopping himself, realizing it would probably be a rude question.\n\"I'm an eunuch,\" the man explained, \"my stones were cut off when I was about your age. It's the only reason why I, as an adult man, am allowed to be inside the harem.\" \n\"Harem?\" Sepf's voice was muffled as his grimy shirt was being pulled over his head.\n\"Where the king of kings keeps his concubines and catamites.\"\nSepf's brow furrowed, he had heard about concubines, pleasure-women, but the other word eluded him, until..\nHe gasped, then turned to run, a meaty paw around his bicep once again.\n\"I don't want to!\" He exclaimed, struggling to get loose. \n\"You have to,\" the man said calmly, although his grip got tighter, Sepf meeping in pain, \"you have been chosen. It is a great honour. You will serve your king with pride and learn how to pleasure him and gain pleasure from it as well!\" \n\"Please... No...\" \nThe man simply dragged him into the pool and began to lather him in soap, the grime floating to the surface as his fur was cleaned. \n\nThe cub had calmed down during the bath and allowed himself to be felt up by the eunuch, who pried his mouth open, inspecting his teeth, then dug cotton-wrapped sticks into his ears, cleaning them, before having him bend over. Sepf blushed with humiliation as his taut ass-cheeks were pried apart and the man behind him hummed in satisfaction before he rummaged with a bottle, a flowery scent percolating into his nose. \nHe gasped when he felt a finger touch at his tailhole, then whined as it was inserted. Aided by some kind of lubricant, it didn't hurt, but it violated him in a profound manner and he began to tremble from it all. \nThe eunuch inserted his finger again and again, besides smearing his entire backside with the slick substance, then inserting his finger again. It didn't hurt now, barely felt stretchy, and the young cub began to feel a strange stirring in his stomach as it began to feel almost pleasureable.\n\"That's right, enjoy yourself Sepf,\" the eunuch said, his finger squelching as he prepared the young canine, his own member growing half-hard despite his missing nutsack. He curled his finger and brushed it against the hidden pleasure spot and the blue-furred cub tensed up and then emitted a girly moan, the fox rubbing him there for a minute, noting how his boyhood began to creep out of its sheath. \"Fascinating..\" The rotund fox muttered as he saw the black skin of the cub's erection, a stark contrast to his pinkish member. \n\"I think you are ready now.\" \n\n\nAny arousal he might have had went fully down when he was dressed in a frilly, pink silk gown that was so light it left nothing to the imagination.\n\"But I'm a boy!\" Sepf protested.\n\"You are the king's bitch!\" The eunuch retorted with a smirk, his soft paws ruffling the cub's black headfur and arranging him to be as presentable as possible. \nEach step back through the harem had Sepf's buttcheeks slide strangely against one another due to the slick oil, and he was acutely aware of what would come next. The moans and groans he heard as he walked past closed curtains and shut doors had him blush now and when they exited the harem door he almost bolted again. This time the eunuch shook him hard by his bicep. \"Don't make this difficult for yourself!\" He chided the cub, dragging him off to where the king's personal chambers were located. \n\"You!\" A slurred voice called out, and the grizzled warrior from the procession appeared. \n\"Buko.\" The eunuch said curtly, trying to walk around him. A heavy paw stopped him in his tracks. \n\"You pampered woman,\" the man slurred in Mongol, \"acting like you are better than me. Get a grip!\" \n\"The king of kings has specifically requested that this boy be brought to his chambers!\" The eunuch said in a shrill voice, also in Mongol, his tone a mixture of outrage and fear. Sepf screamed as the grizzled warrior punched the fat fox, knocking him back several feet, the eunuch landing on his back with a meaty thud. He turned to run, but the golden jackal grabbed him by the neck and squeezed his face against the wall of the corridor.\n\"I've decided to finally taste what this so-called 'civilized' practice is all about!\" The grizzled jackal pulled up the dress and dug his paw brusquely into the cleft of Sepf's buttocks, jamming a thumb inside.\nMeanwhile the eunuch scurried away, leaving Sepf alone with drunkard. He screamed in fright and pain and a heavy paw crushed his wind-pipe. Shuffling could be heard, the sound amplified by the throbbing in the cub's head and he suddenly felt something [i]warm[/i] and sharp poke at his entrance. \nHe would have screamed if he could, as the jackal's member forced its way into his slick entrance, and tears of agony poured from his eyes as the older male buckled his hips savagely, ramming his member even deeper inside, splitting him open as if a knife had been stuck inside his rectum. The man changed grip, now enveloping his snout with his strong paw, and loud whimpers and whines escaped his muzzle as the jackal's tapered cock buried ever deeper. \n\nSuddenly, the movement stopped, and a loud gurgle could be heard from behind him. He felt some kind of warm liquid splatter down on his back. The paw holding his muzzle released its grip, limp and weak, and he felt the rapist tool exit his violated sphincter. \nSobbing, Sepf turned to see what had happened, and the grizzled old warrior was on his knees, clutching his throat, blood everywhere. Behind him stood the khan, clad in a nightshift, rage on his features, a bloody knife in his paw. \n\nSepf gasped, then felt white static take over his mind. With a pitiful sigh he collapsed, passing out from it all.\n\n\nBhuto Khan, the king of kings, stood over the corpse of his slain uncle. The man had finally crossed the line, raping on of his own slaves before he got the first taste. \nHe could have just asked! Instead, in his drunken state of mind, he had dared claim what belonged to his Khan and the vigorous ruler had cut his throat with a knife that still dribbled blood to the floor. \nThe eunuch Asal was clutching his throat, fox-eyes wide in fright, and Bhuto snarled at him, \"Fetch the guards!\" \nHis rotund form wobbling, the old castrate moved away and the Khan felt weariness grip his body. His uncle, dead. One of his best generals, dead. He was still breathing his last in an ever-expanding pool of blood from his cut throat, but the younger golden jackal was sure of his demise. \nHe breathed his last, bubbly breath as two guards emerged. When they saw the gory scene, they grit their teeth, drawing curved sabers and looking from side to side, then the oldest of them noted the bloody knife still clutched in Bhuto's paw. \n\"What happened, my king?\" He demanded, voice lisping, as a sword cut had impacted his muzzle a few years back, making a wedge in both upper and lower jaw, enough tooth and flesh removed for his tongue to stick out even if he shut his mouth. \n\"He dared claim what was mine!\" The king of kings stated, pointing at the slave-boy, who had collapsed in an undignified position, on his knees with his body splayed out, his reddened hole easy for all to see, his pink dress utterly sodden with his uncle's blood.\nBoth guards stiffened, looking from the corpse to their king and back again. \n\"Head into this chamber,\" it was a guest chamber for royal guests, \"there's a large rug there. Wrap him up and take him to the shamans outside of the city.\" The Mongol host was always moving, and most hadn't yet adopted to the prophet-worshipping faith of the Persians. \n\"My lord,\" Asal piped up in his strange, high-pitched voice, \"that silk rug is worth-\" \n\"Less than my uncle, I am sure!\" The impetous ruler declared loudly, making everyone snap to attention and the young cub to stir from his oblivion. \"At his command hundreds of thousands of my enemies have perished. Do not question my orders, eunuch!\" \nThe rotund, young-faced old fox bowed deeply, then took a couple of steps back, lest he ire his lord further. \n\"Do it.\" Bhuto Khan said to the guards and they hurried to comply, the scarred veteran casting one last questioning look before entering the guest chamber. The Khan knew the problem, as politicking would soon erupt in the war camps. His uncle was a popular man. \n\n\"Wha-?\" Sepf muttered, getting his bearings, feeling the wet, smelling the iron in the air. His tailhole ached, almost to the point of hurt and he was confused for a few seconds before it all came crashing down on him. He cried out and scrabbled at the floor, falling on his face as he slipped in the blood of his rapist. \n\"You are coming with me!\" The voice of the Khan said as it grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, Sepf whining as he was dragged across the stone floor that first felt slick and then began to bruise and chafe his fur. He tried to move his footpaws and was half-stumbling when he was dragged through an ornate door and thrown to the floor. \n\"I have my own heated pool,\" the golden jackal pointed at another door, Sepf quickly understanding he wanted him to pass through it. Inside the air was immensely hot and moist, fur dampening immediately, and a small pool was in front of him, wafting steam into the air. He was pushed, hard, and he yelled as he stumbled into it, the depth enough to leave him floundering and sputtering, and then he felt the Khan's presence behind him as he was grabbed and pulled to the edge, where there was a shallow shelf. The big man positioned him on his lap, and he felt the heat of his loins through his buttocks, instantly blushing from the intimate connection despite his blood-soaked dress and the khan's nightshift being between them. \nA silver cup rattled as the golden jackal picked it up and began to pour hot water onto the cub's black headfur, his strong paws soon scrubbing him there. Then he pulled at the pink dress, and Sepf lifted his arms, the Khan throwing it into the deep end, a rosy hue soon enveloping the silk. \n\nBhuto grumbled in pleasure as he looked down the scrawny form of his newest slave. He reached between his legs, digging down, one paw holding under the cub's thigh, the other scrubbing its fingertips along his puffed entrance, washing away as much of his uncle's taint as possible. The cub's fur was a light blue, but his abdomen and crotch was the purest white now that the grime of the streets and the blood had been washed away. He hummed to himself, feeling his sheath grow more plump, and he pulled at the cub so that his washed backside nestled against the tip of his sheath, where his member soon grew to meet it. \nThe boy would still be slick on the inside, and the Khan rarely washed himself properly down there, always taking pleasure in marking his harem slaves with his musky scent. The cub whimpered and stiffened, and the golden jackal felt him tighten up, the puffy pucker denying him his pleasure for the moment. \nDespite the shortness of his regency, and his aqquisition of the harem, the young Khan was well experienced with less enthusiastic cubs, whether it be by full-on rape, the opening with toys, or a more gentle approach. \nThis time, he didn't really feel gentle about it all. The killing of his uncle had him riled up, and he hoisted at the cub, water spattering as he now sat on the stone edge of the pool. footpaws planted on the shallows, the cub on his lap with his back against him. He looked down at the canine's shoulder and noticed something peculiar, a five-pointed, white-furred mark on his shoulder. The golden jackal snarled and then bit down. \n\n\"OW!\" Sepf cried out as the much bigger man latched on to his shoulder and then gasped as his manhood breached his tailhole with a harsh buckle of his hips. \n\"NO, STOP!\" Sepf whined as a couple of inches sank in, the cub not knowing the member wasn't even fully hard. He only heard an even deeper, more animalistic snarl, and he felt the jaw on his shoulder pricking him hard, the fangs scraping at his throat as well, leaving him feeling attacked by a feral beast. The Khan's strong arm was around his body, keeping him tight, the other on his thigh, steering the pace, and he buckled his hips again, even more cock burying itself in the whining slave. \n\"I love the sounds you make,\" the golden jackal rumbled as his battlescar-filled arm-muscles tensed up as he hoisted at Sepf's thigh, allowing even more of his cock to plunge inside, the cub whining loudly at every squelch and throb of the man's girth. He felt it drive ever deeper, until he felt it touch that strange pleasure spot the eunuch had touched earlier, his whines turning even more high-pitched as he felt a stirring deep inside that radiated all the way to his crotch.\n\"Suck a cute little dick,\" the Khan mumbled as Sepf's black-skinned cock began to emerge from its sheath, the cub shaking his head in denial from the cresting waves of pleasure that collided with the sharp pains of his already-raped hole being split open yet again. \n\nThe golden jackal buckled harder and harder, his scarred forearm across Sepf's chest squeezing the breath out of his body as his big, knotted cock rammed at his prostate, the forming knot now fully engorged, hammering at the cub's bruised entrance. Time began to feel distorted. The man's thrusts were hard, but the pace itself was slow. He would [i]ram[/i] his cock inside, the knot bulging his whole backside inwards, and then he would pull out slowly, murring as he heard the confused moans and cries of the raped slave. Then he would do it again. And again. And again. \n\"Please...\" Sepf's voice grew weaker. It burned. It hurt. But when he looked down his damp-furred body, he saw his black member at full mast, and he he almost wished the man would speed up. \n\"Leaking like a proper slave~\" The golden jackal rumbled, giving another hard thrust, Sepf's cock jetting out some strange, clear liquid. Was he peeing himself? No, this was something else, something he didn't know..\nAll thoughts left his body when the Khan buckled his hips hard, then harder, then began a proper rut, lifting his body up, the man's heavy musk wafting from his armpits as he exerted himself, Sepf a weak doll in his grasp.\n\"Can't- Get- It- In...\" The man grunted as that apple-sized bulge on his cock failed to breech the cub's tailhole. The slave whined and moaned as he was opened further and further, almost trying to accept the warm knot of his master, but they both failed, and the golden jackal grunted harshly as he jab-jabbed his way through his orgasm, his seed spilling into Sepf's guts in one long and hot spurt after the other, the boycub whining as he felt what was happening. \nIt was an almost sickening sensation for the slave, as something hot and warm and [i]liquid[/i] was injected up his rump, making his stomach cramp as he wheezed for breath while the Khan grabbed him so tight he felt his ribs creak. \n\nAnd then it was over. In a couple of movements, the golden jackal scooted and pushed, his engorged cock slipping out of Sepf's anus with a loud and wet squelsh, as well as a [i]very[/i] loud cry of agony from the cub as his hole was vacated so roughly. \n\"Taste me. Taste yourself!\" The Khan grunted as he was on his knees, angling his pink-turned-angry-red member downwards, a spurt of seed shooting out to hit his headfur, the musky scent making Sepf's whiskers twitch as he hiccup-cried from the pain of his abused tailhole. \n\"Take it into your mouth. Now!\" His master commanded, and through blurry eyes, the cub saw opaque and foamy whites of stirred seed as well as the streaks of red dug out of his own body. He almost vomited from the sight, turning his head away, and then a strong paw was dug into his headfur, yanking him towards the powerful male, grinding his muzzle against the still-hard, knotted cock. \"Use your tongue then~\" \nSepf blanked out as he did as ordered, tasting the Khan's seed and his own sanguine fluids, tears running down his face all the while. He couldn't blank out as the man stepped back, his member almost inside its sheath now, suddenly shooting out his dark-yellow piss, which soaked into his fur and marked him as his own. The stream hit him between his still-crying eyes, then his chest, then his crotch where his member for some reason still hadn't gone down, denied its own climax. \nWhat happened next was almost a blur, but he was suddenly at the entrance to the harem, being handed over to the eunuch, who took him deep inside, beyond the pool where he had been bathed prior to his rape.\n\"Ah!\" He cried sharply as his ear was pierced and a silver ring was placed there. \"Now everyone will know you belong to the king of kings...\" \n\nMore blurring sights and sounds and smells, heavy-scented smoke and yowls of pleasure from behind drawn curtains, although one scene managed to burn itself through as a half-open curtain revealed two cubs on a couch with their heads buried in each others' crotches. \n\"Agatai, you will be responsible for this one,\" the eunuch's strange voice said as he led the cub through a curtain into a cushy-looking room with couches and divans covered in silks and thick furs, and Sepf saw a jackal with dark brown eyes of a pronounced almond shape, his eye-lids so close together it almost looked like he was sleeping. \n\"Yes, mister Asal,\" he piped up, the jackal perhaps some 13 years old, eyes shining with interest in the light of the braziers and candles that lit up the luxurious room \n\"A new playmate!\" Another voice said, this one belonging to a pretty red panda boy perhaps Sepf's age, who sat with his legs apart, showing his tiny, soft prick and the lack of a pouch underneath. \n\"Hello,\" a reedy voice said, belonging to a white-and-grey mottled young stallion, older than Sepf, younger than Agatai, intact, whose blue eyes were entirely reddened. He had a lazy look to his gaze, and was holding the stem of a hookah-hose, drawing in a deep lungful from the apparatus and obscuring his features in a fog of smoke.\n\n\"Tomorrow, the king of kings want to knot this boy. Prepare him, but do [i]not[/i] lay with him. Our exalted lord also wants his mouth to be trained. Agatai, this will be your responsibility!\" \n\"Yes, mister Asal,\" the jackal said, beckoning for Sepf to come sit next him. \nThe raped slave came close and whined as he put his butt on the soft couch. The eunuch left without a word and the red panda boy came over. \"Lie on your side, that will hurt the least..\" \nSepf put his head down on the jackal's silk-covered crotch, and the older boy scritched his headfur gently although his nose scrunched when he smelled their master's piss. Meanwhile he felt something poke around his buttocks. He whined as he felt the red panda cub get his muzzle in between and then his soft tongue began lapping at his bruised tailhole, somehow soothening him to the point where he fell asleep. \n\n\n\"How bad is it, Miko?\" The jackal asked, looking down at the red panda cub some 9 year old who currently had his muzzle buried between the blue folf's ass-cheeks. He looked up with a horny expression, slurping as the semen he had extracted made its way down his gullet.\n\"It's mostly seed, but I can taste a bit of blood as well.\" The castrated boycub piped up, then used his thumbs to pry apart the new member of the harem's butt, taking a critical look at his spit-shined, inflamed pucker. \"He isn't bleeding on the outside.\" \nThe jackal, Agatai, drew a sigh of relief, and continued with his slow petting of Sepf's headfur, occasionally stroking his ears, though taking care with the black-tipped one which had been pierced just half an hour earlier. Hungry moans came from the red panda, who resumed his deep licking and sucking of the cub's raped tailhole, doing his best to extract their master's seed. Agatai huffed, a flurry of twitches making his whiskers flicker as the heavy smell of the golden jackal's urine wafted from the blue-furred folf. He had been marked, just as each and every one of them had, but the noble hostage had never gotten used to it. \nUnlike Miko, who was now on his knees in front of the couch, digging his face against the folf's stomach fur, licking it, murring as he tasted their master's marking. \n\"You are such a [i]whore[/i]...\" Slurred Chelan, the blue-eyed colt, who pulled down his pants and took place behind the red panda, the young boy's tail instantly flagging, revealing his well-practiced tailhole. The colt, white and grey mottled, picked up an oil-filled decanter and lathered his cock, some 4 inches long with a flared tip, before pushing it against the panda's rump, quickly gaining entry and burying it to the hilt with a satisfied sigh. \nMeanwhile, Agatai kept on stroking the passed-out cub resting his thigh, his member hardening from the lewd display, a flurry of emotions stirring in his stomach. He wasn't supposed to be here. He was a noble hostage, meant to be kept safe and summarily executed if his dad's tribe rebelled. Instead, the depraved new Khan had inducted him into his harem, even before he had been crowned as the king of kings. The old Khan had led the armies alongside his brother, the now-dead Buko, while his son pacified the countryside around Nishapur as well as rule the city itself, along with the harem that followed in the wake of the old rulers' defeat and submission. \nBhuto Khan had raped Agatai again and again until he had learned to love it, aided by the skillful manipulation and training of the harem supervisor, the eunuch Asal. And now a new cub had joined, and it was the teenage jackal's turn to handle the training, the cub groaning softly in his sleep as his piss-marked stomach fur was slowly being cleaned by Miko's diligent tongue.\n\nSaid panda was moaning into the plush, white fur of Sepf as he was rutted from behind, his little humanoid pecker dangling at full mast as the colt fucked him with long and heavy strokes. The older cub's developing nutsack smacked into the vacant area that had once held the red panda's stones, the empty pouch still a bundle of nerves that gave the cub pleasure, although it was the flared cockhead that rammed his prostate that made his dicklet twitch and his girlish voice pipe up in loud and needy moans. \nFeeling rowdy himself, Agatai re-arranged the cub's head on his thigh so he could shimmy out of his green skirt, the garment making it to his knees before he settled Sepf's head right next to his throbbing, 5inch manhood. He pried open the folf's jaws and gasped as the cub's hot maw enveloped his organ. With slow care, he craned Sepf's neck so he could insert it down his throat, and he only stopped pushing when the folf's lips kissed his knot. Sleepily gurgling around the shaft, the boy's natural reaction was to suck, and soon Agatai felt his manhood throb harder, growing bigger, Sepf's breathing cut off as he began to push his head up and down, training the boy's throat while he was passed out. \nMeanwhile, Miko had stopped any semblance of trying to clean the other's cub's fur, instead nuzzling his snout into a piss-stain while the colt rutted him hard and fast, both cubs moaning and grunting as the older one's testicles drew up against his body until he whinnied, shooting his load up the red panda. Miko moaned as he felt the horsecock throb and erupt inside him and his own little pillar trembled and shuddered as he climaxed hands-free, a drop of fluid exiting his little dick and hanging on as the rutting colt kept up his heavy fucking as he made his way through his orgasm. \n\nThe sleeping Sepf was gurgling and gagging as Agatai crammed him harder and harder down, the angle making the cocktip scrape against his throat, although the jackal didn't care at this point, feeling his stones ache as he got close. He almost knotted the unconscious cub's muzzle when he climaxed, his semen shooting straight down Sepf's stomach, and he huffed and groaned, leaning back on the plush couch, the blue-furred folf continuing his instinctive suckling, the occasional glob of seed oozing out of his mouth. \n\n\n----------------------------------- \n\n\nSepf woke up groggy, confused, sticky and sore. His tailhole was emitting a dull ache and he relieved the events of the previous day in a flash, gasping as he got up, his paws scrambling around for purchase, feeling dead and living fur, another voice shouting in confusion as he dug his fingertips in. It was dark, and the young folf cried in fear as he felt someone grab his arm, struggling, not wanting to be raped again. \n\"Ahh!\" \n\"Ooooof!\" \n\"Help, no, don't!\" \n\"Stop!\" \n\"Relax!\" \nSuddenly both his arms were being grabbed, and as his eyes got used to the light, he saw the glints of two pairs of eyes, belonging to the teenage jackal and the white and grey dappled colt.\n\"Let me go!\" Sepf whined.\n\"Little runt hit me.\" The young colt growled. \n\"He didn't mean to.\" The jackal said calmly, his eyes appraising Sepf in a way he didn't really like, the canine's tongue darting out to lick his lips as if he was staring at a morsel. Despite that, the folf realized that he wasn't going to be raped and he relaxed, the oldest boy seeing that and letting go, the colt soon releasing his grip as well, his paw reaching for his face, wincing as if he had been bruised. \n\"What's happening?\" A high-pitched voice piped up, a red panda boy of Sepf's age appeared, rubbing his eyes tiredly. \n\"Sorry,\" Sepf said, \"I got scared. I thought you were...\" His voice trailed off and then he reached slowly for his black-tipped ear, where a silver ring had been pierced through. He noted the same kind of ring on the other cubs. Then he noticed their nakedness and the location. They were in a bedroom of sorts, although in truth it was a floor strewn with carpets and a host of furs and pelts and a few wool carpets. There was a window here, barred, and he could just about make out the rays of the morning sun in the horizon.\n\"Our master?\" The jackal asked with a frown and Sepf nodded sadly. \"You will have to get used to him.\" \nThe folf shook his head, the events of the past day flashing before his eyes and he broke down crying, curling up on himself. The other cubs looked at one another, each had in some way, shape or form had a similar experience, and sympathy creased their features. All of them put paws on Sepf, stroking his headfur, squeezing his shoulder, murmuring gently. \n\nSunrays were piercing the window when the blue-coated folf opened his reddened eyes, and he gave the other cubs a wan smile as he got up from the bundle of furs and bodies, the others smiling. Then his stomach growled and they all had a little giggle, before Agatai led the way to their main room. \nFruits and sweets were always available, as well as decanters of water, and the inhabitants of this section of the harem introduced themselves to Sepf. They shared their stories, Agatai the noble hostage, Miko the pleasure slave from the far east, Chelan the captive from the frozen north. And Sepf, the mixed breed fleeing one war only to find another, as plague took his parents and he was cast out on the street begging for scraps and finding few. \nThey were chatting and giggling when Asal appeared, the head eunuch smiling broadly as he entered the room and saw the cubs at ease. Sepf's expression quickly grew dark as the castrated fox once again explained what was expected of him. That the other cubs were to train him, to stretch him, so that he could accommodate their Khan's girth. \n\"Don't look like that!\" Miko piped up. \"If you do it right, it won't even hurt and it will feel real good too!\" \nAs Asal left, Sepf slowly shook his head, although he [i]did[/i] remember the strange stirrings in his stomach and how his jet-black member had hardened out of his sheath during his first claiming.\n\"You can also use your mouth to get him off, if you are good at it..\" Agatai muttered, the naked jackal's crotch showing a hint of red as gave Sepf that hungry look again. The folf looked at that pink tip as it poked further out its sheath, giving him a hint of things to come. \n\"How do I...?\" He asked uncertainly. \n\"With your throat. Let me show you~\" \n\n\n\"No, you have to [i]swallow[/i] when you take it deep.\" The jackal instructed, gazing lustfully down at Sepf as he gagged on his shaft, slobber dripping to the floor as he coughed, his somewhat sore throat (and why was it even sore?) struggling to accept it. \n\"The angle's all wrong!\" Chelan grunted, getting close and presenting his horsecock. The thick and 4inch long member was slightly downwards curving and the jackal shrugged and pushed Sepf off, guiding him to his fellow concubine. \nThe blue-furred folf gagged as the thickness was lodged down his throat, barely capable of taking it, but the colt was right about the angle, and he choked his way through a slow throatjob, feeling the spongy head travelling to somewhere in the middle of his gullet each time he managed to bottom out. \nThen back to the jackal, who made him angle his head and use his paws on the knot, squeezing it here, directing it there, the rigid shaft now able to travel down until Sepf's lips kissed the knot. Chelan took over, telling the cub he would ride his maw like the Khan would, and the others looked on as Sepf whined and gurgle-gagged, the colt's paws clutching his black headfur and his neck, driving him down again and again until he shot his load into Sepf's slobber-filled maw. \n\"Eat it!\" They said. \"Bleh!\" Sepf said. \"You'll get used to it!\" \n\nAfter Agatai had shot his load into Sepf's mouth, it was time for more refreshments, and they began to train his tailhole. The red panda cub, Miko, started out by licking his butt, and the folf could not help but begin to murr and pant as that flexible, warm and soft tongue dug into his sore folds. \n\"See it feels good!\" The castrate murmured, reaching for Sepf's dick, which was beginning to harden. \nThen Chelan began to finger him, using a decanter of oil to lube up, the folf grunting as he was breached, and then melting into the embrace of Agatai who stroked his headfur as the colt worked his way up to two fingers. \n\n\"Arch your back like this!\" Miko said happily, moaning as four inches of horsecock penetrated him, the colt taking him doggystyle, while Agatai fingered Sepf with three fingers in tandem to the rutting. Sepf was on his elbows and knees as well, and he allowed his upper body to melt into the soft couch and the furs there as he moaned properly, the sight and the sensations getting close to pushing him over the edge. \n\"Not yet..\" Agatai muttered, ceasing the fingering and just keeping them there, flexing them, opening the slave further up, while Sepf began to push back with need. \"No, Sepf, you'll want to be as horny as possible for the Khan.\" \nMiko did not need to hold back and he whined and moaned as he was fucked harder and faster, the folf seeing how a drop of clear liquid made its way out of his tiny humanoid dick, the panda shuddering, the colt grunting as he shot his second load of the day. \n\n\n-------------------------------\n\n\n\"Come Sepf, it is time.\" The boys were currently training him to eat ass, and he was munching on Miko's seed-leaking tailhole as the head eunuch came to fetch him, his black-skinned member dangling outside its sheath, glistening with precum with the other boys having continuously been denying him release the whole day as their time switched between lewd practice and light snacking, even napping for a couple of hours.\n\"Good luck!\"\n\"Remember what we taught you!\"\n\"Have fun!\" Miko said brightly, and Sepf couldn't help but feel hopeful now that they had taught him so much of what was expected of him and how he could manage and even get pleasure out of it.\n\"Hmph.\" Asal looked him up and down, seeing the many spots of wet from cubcum and saliva, the fur ruffled this way and that. \"A quick bath first!\" \n\nClad in a see-through, pink dress that accentuated his slim frame, member in sheath again, headfur slightly damp, Sepf was led to the Khan's bed chamber. Asal ushered him inside, told him to stand to attention in front of the bed and then hurried away. Sepf clutched his wrist in front of his body, tail ducking below as he waited for a few minutes, before he heard heavy footsteps come close before the door banged open. \n\"Curses upon your pretty ass!\" The Khan growled, kicking the door shut and stepping forward menacingly, Sepf instantly going to his knees, grabbing for his trousers. \"What's this?\" The golden jackal said in a calmer tone as the young folf unbuttered his pants, trying to get his member out.\n\"I want to-to-to serve you m-m-my lord,\" Sepf stuttered out, remembering his line and how it was important to flatter and be seductive towards the Khan.\n\"Heh, guess a day of practice makes all the difference~\" Said the golden jackal, pushing down his tight-fitting pants, revealing his damp undergarments. \"I'll have you know your life almost cost me my own.\" The man rumbled, grabbing the cub's jet-black headfur and cramming him against his musky crotch, his sheath growing plump as the cub's nose huffed in his rich scent. \"My generals did not agree with the killing of my uncle. They said his life was worth a thousand of yours!\" The golden jackal grunted as his hardness poked out of its sheath, the tip grinding against the cub's nose through the clothing. \n\"You protected what was yours!\" Sepf said hurriedly, scrunching his eyes from the almost eye-watering smell of the man's genitals, although he still dragged down the undergarments to reveal his master's growing cock. As the organ slid out of the sheath, he noted the off-white grime that stuck to it, seed from the day before he had not licked off, marinated inside his master's body for the whole day. Fully conscious this time, the musky potency was a stark contrast to the well-groomed and well-bathed harem boys, and Sepf's whiskers twitched as he opened his maw despite his reservations. \nHe slid the shaft between his lips, the cock not fully engorged yet, and the sharp prickle of its tip hit the back of his throat before he made the exaggerated swallowing motions, slurping and hurking as he took it all inside, unsheathing the entire length, knot included, the bulbous organ locking behind his teeth. It was too much and he coughed and pulled back, the cock sliding off its potency on his tongue, Sepf coughing again as he got accustomed to the taste of real male. \nThe Khan just grunted and groaned as the cub with some practice under his belt now throated his cock to the best of his ability, occasionally heaving up a heavy gag, slobber often spattering to the floor. He then looked down with some regret, feeling a twinge in his bladder. He pushed the cub away and Sepf's golden eyes, marred with tears from forcing his throat down his cock like that, looked up in dismayed puzzlement. \n\"I have to unload my bladder before my piss ends down your stomach!\" He said with a guffaw, stalking off to find the chamber pot. Sepf simply stood there, happy his mouth wouldn't be used like that. \n\"Come over here!\" The golden jackal then called out, his stream sloshing at it came to an end. \" Kneel between my legs, wipe me with your tongue, no, that way!\" The Khan had been kicking his boots off and getting his trousers and undergarments pushed to the side. He had Sepf kneel, facing forward, and he angled his member downwards so that the cub could take in his meat while his sweaty ass was directly above his eyes. \nSeveral droplets of yellow piss clung to the tip, and Sepf hesitantly extended his tongue, dragging them to drip into his mouth. Then the muscular leg muscles of the golden jackal bulged as he squatted down a little, his tip entering and driving deeper, the position close to a throat-swab on the bed, the man groaning in pleasure as inch after inch sank down the cub's throat with hardly a cough. He then grinned.\nSepf meep'd out as he felt a sudden trickle, and the Khan laughed crudely as the remainder of his bladder emptied itself down the folf's throat. He lifted up a little, making sure the last of his piss would coat his new slave's tongue and after sputtering and gaggy swallows and some more tongue-cleaning he pulled out completely. \n\n\"I want your ass now.\" The Khan said, stepping over Sepf, his meat smacking him on the nose, pulling off the rest of his clothes and throwing them to and fro. The cub was too slow for the man's liking, and he grabbed his headfur, Sepf whimpering as he ran as fast as he could, the golden jackal practically chucking him on to the big bed that was the center of the room. \nIt was a bed for a king, with draperies of the thinnest, purple silk and four ornate wooden pillars holding up the \"sky\". The bedding was so soft that Sepf simple plopped into it, almost getting stuck from how hard it was to push himself against the surface. He then felt the rolling waves of the man's weight as he got on to it and he turned his head, only to have it pressed into the softness, the huge weight of the muscular golden jackal settling over him, his spit-slickened hardness pressing against his rear. The folf remembered his lessons and flagged his tail up, trying to get his knees up and apart, putting his paws under his head so that he would be as open [i]and[/i] as comfortable as possible when the Khan rutted him. \n\"Good boy~\" Came the pleased rumble as Sepf's well-fingered and well-oiled sphincter touched the hot tip of the Khan's member and opened up without resistance, the man sliding a quarter of his 8inch shaft inside before the cub whined for the first time. \nBig! Bigger than the colt. Bigger than when Miko almost stuffed his entire paw inside. He now remembered the claiming of yesterday and tensed up, the stretch turning painful. He moaned pitifully as the golden jackal drove his hips forward just a little bit more, before he rested on top of him, his weight crushing him against the royally soft bedding and silk sheets. \"Relax, my little runt...\" He pulled out until only the tip was inside and the pushed in just an inch, then an inch more. The man kept up the pressure, slowly pushing in and out, his tapered and [i]thick[/i] shaft grinding and grounding against Sepf's hidden pleasure spot, the cub's member soon fully erect, squeezed between his body and the soft bedding. \n\"I like your pleasure-moans, so soft, so boyish..\" The man coo'd as he picked up speed, his length sliding further and further inside on each push. He was grunting now. Sweating. His body heat transferring through the pink dress Sepf was wearing, his sweat marking him with the heady scent of a virile male. \"It's like you were made for this, my little slave...\" The speed picked up pace, Sepf moaning girlishly as his prostate was soon getting a proper pounding. \"So light, so slender...\"\n\"Ah-ah-ah!\" The cub was losing his senses, his member burned with a need to shoot, his nutsack was tight up against his body, he felt as if he would climax if he just tensed up, but the massive cock up his rear made him fearful of that and he was left in a confused and aroused limbo that had him cresting higher and higher on the waves of euphoria. \n\"Oh my, that voice, maybe I'll have them take your stones so I can enjoy it forever!\" At that last word the Khan upped his pace, his apple-sized knot slamming against Sepf's entrance, the boycub whining and moaning and crying, tears of ecstacy and agony squeezed into the bedding as the Khan put a paw on his headfur, keeping him down like the bitch he was supposed to be, while his other paw yanked his tail roughly, plowing the cub's ass as hard as he could, growling like a feral beast. \n\nSepf screamed, voice muffled by the bedding, when his master's fat knot popped inside with a rending sensation of his rear. And then...\n[i]Pressure[/i] \nHe screamed again, the throbbing, bulging, hot piece of flesh fully inside his ass forcing him over the edge.\nHis scream went on, even as he shuddered his way through an orgasm, his seed spilling out between his white-furred stomach and the silk sheets. His scream went on as the Khan continued to rut, continued to saw at his abused pucker which he was sure was bleeding now. \nWhen it ended, he drew in breath for another and then the Khan buckled his hips so savagely that they both shifted forward several inches. Then again. Then again.\nHis master's fat cock knocked the wind out of his scream as the golden jackal climaxed, cock throbbing, surging even bigger, seed spurting deep inside the cub's rectum. \n\"Ah-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a.\" Came Sepf's pitiful whines as his ass felt like it was going to split apart while he was drilled rapidly and roughly.\nOnce satisfied, the Khan moved around a bit, settling himself down on top of the boy, wrapping his arms around him, then turning them both over with a weak wheeze coming from the cub. \n\"I'll never get tired of this sight~\" The Khan said over Sepf's pained whimpers, the cub's stomach a mess of his own seed, his black-skinned member still painfully erect, his white stomach fur distended, showing the shape of the golden jackal's throbbing cock.\n\nWith his back against his master's muscular stomach, Sepf's hips instinctively pivoted up, releasing a fraction of the incessant pressure on his punished backside. His tongue was lolling out of his mouth and his eyes were wide as they saw the bulge throbbing through his stomach skin and his own stubborn hardness oozing out cum. \nThen large, calloused, scarred paws grabbed his legs at the knees, and the Khan buckled upwards, Sepf yowling as the man began thrusting again.\n \n\n \n\n \n\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Bhuto Khan was riding in the middle of his entourage, back erect and effortlessly steering his steppe-horse with his knees. His green sclera glinted in the sun as his black pupils darted over the crowds that had gathered to see their new ruler.
His father, the great conqueror, had died a few months prior, leaving him the new ruler after his uncle had willingly accepted his ascension to the throne. Things were changing rapidly in the Mongol empire, old traditions were dying out and new ones were being adopted, many of the warriors, once drunk on war, now drunk on the fine wines and spirits their conquered peoples produced.
Buko, his uncle, rode by his side. He shot a glance at the grizzled warrior, the golden jackal's face a mish-mash of scars, his nose bent, an ear missing almost down to the skull. Buko saw his glance and lifted his steel bottle in salute, Persian spirits poured down his throat, some of it dribbling down his chin.
The young khan almost shook his head in derision, alcohol had taken his father, the man a sot by the time of his death, and he feared his uncle would go the same route. Boisterous and proud, the man was an absolute menace when the drink took a  hold of him.
Almost growling, Bhuto resumed his watch over the crowds, those furs he could see any way. Encircled by his troops from his own tribe, other Mongols as well as the native foxes of the land led and ended the procession, hundreds of bows and spears ready to respond to any challenge to their sovereign.
"ALL HAIL BHUTO KHAN, KING OF KINGS!" The crier at the head shouted in Persian, the fox clad in ceremonial robes.
"Cursed babble," Buko muttered, loud enough for the khan to hear and his eyes narrowed.
"It would do you good to learn the language of our people," he chided the old warrior.
"They should learn ours!" The man insisted, taking another swig of his bottle.

It was an old argument, and Bhuto let it drop at once. After all, he was the one who ruled, it didn't matter what his uncle thought. Gesturing with his paw, he had the nearby soldiers make way so that the crowd could be seen properly, and so that they could see him. The master of ceremonies had insisted he be pulled around on a golden carriage to stand above the rest, but the young khan was far too accustomed to the saddle.
Besides, the old rulers had been complacent and decadent, he had of mind to be a different kind of king.
A proper khan.
He moved to the side of the procession, which had halted, and he took a long and hard look at his subjects. The foxes in the crowd bowed and scraped, some staring with anger, or with hatred, or with fear. Most were skinny, their clothes threadbare, years of war had famished the country. In between the reddish-coated people, Bhuto noticed something peculiar. He made a grand gesture to divide the crowd, and a light-blue coloured canine revealed himself. Small and runty, perhaps 8, perhaps 10 summers old, he stood apart from the rest by his build and his fur colour, marking him as something other, something exotic.
Bhuto leered, locking gazes with the cub who had golden eyes that were hurriedly cast down in submission. Underneath his trousers, the khan felt a heavy stirring and he had his horse move closer, until his shadow fell over the small boycub.

"Nephew? Not again!" His uncle chided him as he rode over to see the commotion. Where the old warrior had picked up one vice, Bhuto had picked up another, his harem well-supplied with beautiful treasures he had his pleasure with.
"What's your name?" The khan asked in perfect Persian and the cub blanched before answering, "Sepf."
"Where are your parents?" Arrangements had to be made after all, most would sell their cubs at the price he was willing to pay.
"I-" The cub hesitated. "My parents are dead." His accent was heavy, this boy wasn't a native to the city.
"Well that does it! Guards, take that cub with you, and do not harm him!"
The runty cub was quick to turn tail, frightened by the guards that attempted to catch him, but several onlookers blocked his way and showed him to the ground, his light frame barely even kicking up dust,
Bhuto then gestured for a couple of riders whose horses carried heavy saddle bags. He reached into one of them and pulled out a pawful of silver coins, throwing it to the crowd. A roar of jubilation rang out and fistfights erupted almost at once, even as he threw out pawful after pawful of silver, the crowd soon chanting his name and his Persian title.
"BHUTO! BHUTO! KING OF KINGS!"      

Like a piece of game, the blue-furred cub had been slung over a horse, tied securely, and he remained there for the rest of the procession, the khan riding through the entirety of the city, bribing his people for their love.

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Sepf's nose was thick with the smell of horse and his eyes were ringing from the shouting of the crowds. He could move his head and tried to watch the nearby golden jackals, the Mongols, the conquerors of this place. A mixed breed, he had always been other, but the jackals were something else entirely. Crass, crude, dangerous. They steered their horses with nimble perfection and their bodies were relaxed in the same way a cat would be, ready to pounce at any moment. He didn't know why the khan had singled him out, and the nearby soldiers only spoke to one another in their own, crude language.
Frightened and confused, the day went on, the sun baked him dry, and only the occasional sip from a waterskin kept him from passing out.
Finally they arrived at the palace, and most of the soldiers dispersed, only a handful of jackals entered the main building, Sepf's paws bound and the cub dragged after them. The young ruler constantly leered at him, his black eyes glinting with something that made the folf's stomach churn with unease. They arrived at a gate that was adorned with motifs of beautiful flowers painted in vibrant colours, and the others left except the grizzled old soldier who looked like he might draw his saber and cut off his head at any time based on his hateful stares.
The khan and the older man conversed in their guttural language and the younger jackal reached for Sepf's bound paws, undoing the knots, letting the rope fall to the ground before grabbing his paw.

"I'll see you tomorrow, uncle." Bhuto said, and then entered his harem. There were no guards here, for no one would dare risk his wrath, and the scent of perfumes and hookah smoke instantly filled his nostrils.
This was his vice. Not the drink, not the opium, not the hashish. No. The pleasures of the flesh. He looked down at the young canine, noting the griminess of his rags, the off-putting smell of a life on the streets.
A fat, old man met him then, a fox like so many of his subjects, but comically rotund, with a greying face that still somehow managed to look youthful.
"Asal, clean up this boy and bring him to my chambers once he has been prepared." He gave the eunuck a certain look and the castrate bowed deeply before steering the cub away.
Bhuto almost ventured further into his harem to satiate his thirst, but he refrained, wanting his potency to be at the utmost when he claimed his new bedslave. He could hear whimpers and moans coming from behind closed doors or drawn curtains, the members of his harem spending their time practicing their skills on one another as per his command, and he adjusted his hardness, which now fully snaked down his trouser-leg, throbbing mightily.

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The strange old man had a firm grip on his bicep, but Sepf was too enraptured by the sights to even consider an escape attempt. Expensive furs, tapestries, busts and rugs adorned every surface of this place and the smell of it had his brain almost grow light. Fragrances he had never experienced or even imagined tickled his nostrils and the sounds of giggles and pleasured moans made his ears perch from side to side as it all overwhelmed him.
"You have been given a great honour." The man said as they entered a room that was so humid that sweat instantly oozed out his pores, causing his nose to scrunch up as his own stink was dislodged. "Yes, young man, you really do reek. Take off your clothes and enter the bath."
The bath in question was a pool some 3 by 7 yards that steamed from the heat of the water. Sepf stood still, somehow sensing a trap, but the old man just 'tut-tutted' and took his own robes off, gingerly folding the pristine white linen and stowing it away before he turned to pull at the cub's clothes.
Sepf's eyes widened, the man didn't have any balls!
"What happened to your..." He blurted out before stopping himself, realizing it would probably be a rude question.
"I'm an eunuch," the man explained, "my stones were cut off when I was about your age. It's the only reason why I, as an adult man, am allowed to be inside the harem."
"Harem?" Sepf's voice was muffled as his grimy shirt was being pulled over his head.
"Where the king of kings keeps his concubines and catamites."
Sepf's brow furrowed, he had heard about concubines, pleasure-women, but the other word eluded him, until..
He gasped, then turned to run, a meaty paw around his bicep once again.
"I don't want to!" He exclaimed, struggling to get loose.
"You have to," the man said calmly, although his grip got tighter, Sepf meeping in pain, "you have been chosen. It is a great honour. You will serve your king with pride and learn how to pleasure him and gain pleasure from it as well!"
"Please... No..."
The man simply dragged him into the pool and began to lather him in soap, the grime floating to the surface as his fur was cleaned.

The cub had calmed down during the bath and allowed himself to be felt up by the eunuch, who pried his mouth open, inspecting his teeth, then dug cotton-wrapped sticks into his ears, cleaning them, before having him bend over. Sepf blushed with humiliation as his taut ass-cheeks were pried apart and the man behind him hummed in satisfaction before he rummaged with a bottle, a flowery scent percolating into his nose.
He gasped when he felt a finger touch at his tailhole, then whined as it was inserted. Aided by some kind of lubricant, it didn't hurt, but it violated him in a profound manner and he began to tremble from it all.
The eunuch inserted his finger again and again, besides smearing his entire backside with the slick substance, then inserting his finger again. It didn't hurt now, barely felt stretchy, and the young cub began to feel a strange stirring in his stomach as it began to feel almost pleasureable.
"That's right, enjoy yourself Sepf," the eunuch said, his finger squelching as he prepared the young canine, his own member growing half-hard despite his missing nutsack. He curled his finger and brushed it against the hidden pleasure spot and the blue-furred cub tensed up and then emitted a girly moan, the fox rubbing him there for a minute, noting how his boyhood began to creep out of its sheath. "Fascinating.." The rotund fox muttered as he saw the black skin of the cub's erection, a stark contrast to his pinkish member.
"I think you are ready now."


Any arousal he might have had went fully down when he was dressed in a frilly, pink silk gown that was so light it left nothing to the imagination.
"But I'm a boy!" Sepf protested.
"You are the king's bitch!" The eunuch retorted with a smirk, his soft paws ruffling the cub's black headfur and arranging him to be as presentable as possible.
Each step back through the harem had Sepf's buttcheeks slide strangely against one another due to the slick oil, and he was acutely aware of what would come next. The moans and groans he heard as he walked past closed curtains and shut doors had him blush now and when they exited the harem door he almost bolted again. This time the eunuch shook him hard by his bicep. "Don't make this difficult for yourself!" He chided the cub, dragging him off to where the king's personal chambers were located.
"You!" A slurred voice called out, and the grizzled warrior from the procession appeared.
"Buko." The eunuch said curtly, trying to walk around him. A heavy paw stopped him in his tracks.
"You pampered woman," the man slurred in Mongol, "acting like you are better than me. Get a grip!"
"The king of kings has specifically requested that this boy be brought to his chambers!" The eunuch said in a shrill voice, also in Mongol, his tone a mixture of outrage and fear. Sepf screamed as the grizzled warrior punched the fat fox, knocking him back several feet, the eunuch landing on his back with a meaty thud. He turned to run, but the golden jackal grabbed him by the neck and squeezed his face against the wall of the corridor.
"I've decided to finally taste what this so-called 'civilized' practice is all about!" The grizzled jackal pulled up the dress and dug his paw brusquely into the cleft of Sepf's buttocks, jamming a thumb inside.
Meanwhile the eunuch scurried away, leaving Sepf alone with drunkard. He screamed in fright and pain and a heavy paw crushed his wind-pipe. Shuffling could be heard, the sound amplified by the throbbing in the cub's head and he suddenly felt something warm and sharp poke at his entrance.
He would have screamed if he could, as the jackal's member forced its way into his slick entrance, and tears of agony poured from his eyes as the older male buckled his hips savagely, ramming his member even deeper inside, splitting him open as if a knife had been stuck inside his rectum. The man changed grip, now enveloping his snout with his strong paw, and loud whimpers and whines escaped his muzzle as the jackal's tapered cock buried ever deeper.

Suddenly, the movement stopped, and a loud gurgle could be heard from behind him. He felt some kind of warm liquid splatter down on his back. The paw holding his muzzle released its grip, limp and weak, and he felt the rapist tool exit his violated sphincter.
Sobbing, Sepf turned to see what had happened, and the grizzled old warrior was on his knees, clutching his throat, blood everywhere. Behind him stood the khan, clad in a nightshift, rage on his features, a bloody knife in his paw.

Sepf gasped, then felt white static take over his mind. With a pitiful sigh he collapsed, passing out from it all.


Bhuto Khan, the king of kings, stood over the corpse of his slain uncle. The man had finally crossed the line, raping on of his own slaves before he got the first taste.
He could have just asked! Instead, in his drunken state of mind, he had dared claim what belonged to his Khan and the vigorous ruler had cut his throat with a knife that still dribbled blood to the floor.
The eunuch Asal was clutching his throat, fox-eyes wide in fright, and Bhuto snarled at him, "Fetch the guards!"
His rotund form wobbling, the old castrate moved away and the Khan felt weariness grip his body. His uncle, dead. One of his best generals, dead. He was still breathing his last in an ever-expanding pool of blood from his cut throat, but the younger golden jackal was sure of his demise.
He breathed his last, bubbly breath as two guards emerged. When they saw the gory scene, they grit their teeth, drawing curved sabers and looking from side to side, then the oldest of them noted the bloody knife still clutched in Bhuto's paw.
"What happened, my king?" He demanded, voice lisping, as a sword cut had impacted his muzzle a few years back, making a wedge in both upper and lower jaw, enough tooth and flesh removed for his tongue to stick out even if he shut his mouth.
"He dared claim what was mine!" The king of kings stated, pointing at the slave-boy, who had collapsed in an undignified position, on his knees with his body splayed out, his reddened hole easy for all to see, his pink dress utterly sodden with his uncle's blood.
Both guards stiffened, looking from the corpse to their king and back again.
"Head into this chamber," it was a guest chamber for royal guests, "there's a large rug there. Wrap him up and take him to the shamans outside of the city." The Mongol host was always moving, and most hadn't yet adopted to the prophet-worshipping faith of the Persians.
"My lord," Asal piped up in his strange, high-pitched voice, "that silk rug is worth-"
"Less than my uncle, I am sure!" The impetous ruler declared loudly, making everyone snap to attention and the young cub to stir from his oblivion. "At his command hundreds of thousands of my enemies have perished. Do not question my orders, eunuch!"
The rotund, young-faced old fox bowed deeply, then took a couple of steps back, lest he ire his lord further.
"Do it." Bhuto Khan said to the guards and they hurried to comply, the scarred veteran casting one last questioning look before entering the guest chamber. The Khan knew the problem, as politicking would soon erupt in the war camps. His uncle was a popular man.

"Wha-?" Sepf muttered, getting his bearings, feeling the wet, smelling the iron in the air. His tailhole ached, almost to the point of hurt and he was confused for a few seconds before it all came crashing down on him. He cried out and scrabbled at the floor, falling on his face as he slipped in the blood of his rapist.
"You are coming with me!" The voice of the Khan said as it grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, Sepf whining as he was dragged across the stone floor that first felt slick and then began to bruise and chafe his fur. He tried to move his footpaws and was half-stumbling when he was dragged through an ornate door and thrown to the floor.
"I have my own heated pool," the golden jackal pointed at another door, Sepf quickly understanding he wanted him to pass through it. Inside the air was immensely hot and moist, fur dampening immediately, and a small pool was in front of him, wafting steam into the air. He was pushed, hard, and he yelled as he stumbled into it, the depth enough to leave him floundering and sputtering, and then he felt the Khan's presence behind him as he was grabbed and pulled to the edge, where there was a shallow shelf. The big man positioned him on his lap, and he felt the heat of his loins through his buttocks, instantly blushing from the intimate connection despite his blood-soaked dress and the khan's nightshift being between them.
A silver cup rattled as the golden jackal picked it up and began to pour hot water onto the cub's black headfur, his strong paws soon scrubbing him there. Then he pulled at the pink dress, and Sepf lifted his arms, the Khan throwing it into the deep end, a rosy hue soon enveloping the silk.

Bhuto grumbled in pleasure as he looked down the scrawny form of his newest slave. He reached between his legs, digging down, one paw holding under the cub's thigh, the other scrubbing its fingertips along his puffed entrance, washing away as much of his uncle's taint as possible. The cub's fur was a light blue, but his abdomen and crotch was the purest white now that the grime of the streets and the blood had been washed away. He hummed to himself, feeling his sheath grow more plump, and he pulled at the cub so that his washed backside nestled against the tip of his sheath, where his member soon grew to meet it.
The boy would still be slick on the inside, and the Khan rarely washed himself properly down there, always taking pleasure in marking his harem slaves with his musky scent. The cub whimpered and stiffened, and the golden jackal felt him tighten up, the puffy pucker denying him his pleasure for the moment.
Despite the shortness of his regency, and his aqquisition of the harem, the young Khan was well experienced with less enthusiastic cubs, whether it be by full-on rape, the opening with toys, or a more gentle approach.
This time, he didn't really feel gentle about it all. The killing of his uncle had him riled up, and he hoisted at the cub, water spattering as he now sat on the stone edge of the pool. footpaws planted on the shallows, the cub on his lap with his back against him. He looked down at the canine's shoulder and noticed something peculiar, a five-pointed, white-furred mark on his shoulder. The golden jackal snarled and then bit down.

"OW!" Sepf cried out as the much bigger man latched on to his shoulder and then gasped as his manhood breached his tailhole with a harsh buckle of his hips.
"NO, STOP!" Sepf whined as a couple of inches sank in, the cub not knowing the member wasn't even fully hard. He only heard an even deeper, more animalistic snarl, and he felt the jaw on his shoulder pricking him hard, the fangs scraping at his throat as well, leaving him feeling attacked by a feral beast. The Khan's strong arm was around his body, keeping him tight, the other on his thigh, steering the pace, and he buckled his hips again, even more cock burying itself in the whining slave.
"I love the sounds you make," the golden jackal rumbled as his battlescar-filled arm-muscles tensed up as he hoisted at Sepf's thigh, allowing even more of his cock to plunge inside, the cub whining loudly at every squelch and throb of the man's girth. He felt it drive ever deeper, until he felt it touch that strange pleasure spot the eunuch had touched earlier, his whines turning even more high-pitched as he felt a stirring deep inside that radiated all the way to his crotch.
"Suck a cute little dick," the Khan mumbled as Sepf's black-skinned cock began to emerge from its sheath, the cub shaking his head in denial from the cresting waves of pleasure that collided with the sharp pains of his already-raped hole being split open yet again.

The golden jackal buckled harder and harder, his scarred forearm across Sepf's chest squeezing the breath out of his body as his big, knotted cock rammed at his prostate, the forming knot now fully engorged, hammering at the cub's bruised entrance. Time began to feel distorted. The man's thrusts were hard, but the pace itself was slow. He would ram his cock inside, the knot bulging his whole backside inwards, and then he would pull out slowly, murring as he heard the confused moans and cries of the raped slave. Then he would do it again. And again. And again.
"Please..." Sepf's voice grew weaker. It burned. It hurt. But when he looked down his damp-furred body, he saw his black member at full mast, and he he almost wished the man would speed up.
"Leaking like a proper slave~" The golden jackal rumbled, giving another hard thrust, Sepf's cock jetting out some strange, clear liquid. Was he peeing himself? No, this was something else, something he didn't know..
All thoughts left his body when the Khan buckled his hips hard, then harder, then began a proper rut, lifting his body up, the man's heavy musk wafting from his armpits as he exerted himself, Sepf a weak doll in his grasp.
"Can't- Get- It- In..." The man grunted as that apple-sized bulge on his cock failed to breech the cub's tailhole. The slave whined and moaned as he was opened further and further, almost trying to accept the warm knot of his master, but they both failed, and the golden jackal grunted harshly as he jab-jabbed his way through his orgasm, his seed spilling into Sepf's guts in one long and hot spurt after the other, the boycub whining as he felt what was happening.
It was an almost sickening sensation for the slave, as something hot and warm and liquid was injected up his rump, making his stomach cramp as he wheezed for breath while the Khan grabbed him so tight he felt his ribs creak.

And then it was over. In a couple of movements, the golden jackal scooted and pushed, his engorged cock slipping out of Sepf's anus with a loud and wet squelsh, as well as a very loud cry of agony from the cub as his hole was vacated so roughly.
"Taste me. Taste yourself!" The Khan grunted as he was on his knees, angling his pink-turned-angry-red member downwards, a spurt of seed shooting out to hit his headfur, the musky scent making Sepf's whiskers twitch as he hiccup-cried from the pain of his abused tailhole.
"Take it into your mouth. Now!" His master commanded, and through blurry eyes, the cub saw opaque and foamy whites of stirred seed as well as the streaks of red dug out of his own body. He almost vomited from the sight, turning his head away, and then a strong paw was dug into his headfur, yanking him towards the powerful male, grinding his muzzle against the still-hard, knotted cock. "Use your tongue then~"
Sepf blanked out as he did as ordered, tasting the Khan's seed and his own sanguine fluids, tears running down his face all the while. He couldn't blank out as the man stepped back, his member almost inside its sheath now, suddenly shooting out his dark-yellow piss, which soaked into his fur and marked him as his own. The stream hit him between his still-crying eyes, then his chest, then his crotch where his member for some reason still hadn't gone down, denied its own climax.
What happened next was almost a blur, but he was suddenly at the entrance to the harem, being handed over to the eunuch, who took him deep inside, beyond the pool where he had been bathed prior to his rape.
"Ah!" He cried sharply as his ear was pierced and a silver ring was placed there. "Now everyone will know you belong to the king of kings..."

More blurring sights and sounds and smells, heavy-scented smoke and yowls of pleasure from behind drawn curtains, although one scene managed to burn itself through as a half-open curtain revealed two cubs on a couch with their heads buried in each others' crotches.
"Agatai, you will be responsible for this one," the eunuch's strange voice said as he led the cub through a curtain into a cushy-looking room with couches and divans covered in silks and thick furs, and Sepf saw a jackal with dark brown eyes of a pronounced almond shape, his eye-lids so close together it almost looked like he was sleeping.
"Yes, mister Asal," he piped up, the jackal perhaps some 13 years old, eyes shining with interest in the light of the braziers and candles that lit up the luxurious room
"A new playmate!" Another voice said, this one belonging to a pretty red panda boy perhaps Sepf's age, who sat with his legs apart, showing his tiny, soft prick and the lack of a pouch underneath.
"Hello," a reedy voice said, belonging to a white-and-grey mottled young stallion, older than Sepf, younger than Agatai, intact, whose blue eyes were entirely reddened. He had a lazy look to his gaze, and was holding the stem of a hookah-hose, drawing in a deep lungful from the apparatus and obscuring his features in a fog of smoke.

"Tomorrow, the king of kings want to knot this boy. Prepare him, but do not lay with him. Our exalted lord also wants his mouth to be trained. Agatai, this will be your responsibility!"
"Yes, mister Asal," the jackal said, beckoning for Sepf to come sit next him.
The raped slave came close and whined as he put his butt on the soft couch. The eunuch left without a word and the red panda boy came over. "Lie on your side, that will hurt the least.."
Sepf put his head down on the jackal's silk-covered crotch, and the older boy scritched his headfur gently although his nose scrunched when he smelled their master's piss. Meanwhile he felt something poke around his buttocks. He whined as he felt the red panda cub get his muzzle in between and then his soft tongue began lapping at his bruised tailhole, somehow soothening him to the point where he fell asleep.


"How bad is it, Miko?" The jackal asked, looking down at the red panda cub some 9 year old who currently had his muzzle buried between the blue folf's ass-cheeks. He looked up with a horny expression, slurping as the semen he had extracted made its way down his gullet.
"It's mostly seed, but I can taste a bit of blood as well." The castrated boycub piped up, then used his thumbs to pry apart the new member of the harem's butt, taking a critical look at his spit-shined, inflamed pucker. "He isn't bleeding on the outside."
The jackal, Agatai, drew a sigh of relief, and continued with his slow petting of Sepf's headfur, occasionally stroking his ears, though taking care with the black-tipped one which had been pierced just half an hour earlier. Hungry moans came from the red panda, who resumed his deep licking and sucking of the cub's raped tailhole, doing his best to extract their master's seed. Agatai huffed, a flurry of twitches making his whiskers flicker as the heavy smell of the golden jackal's urine wafted from the blue-furred folf. He had been marked, just as each and every one of them had, but the noble hostage had never gotten used to it.
Unlike Miko, who was now on his knees in front of the couch, digging his face against the folf's stomach fur, licking it, murring as he tasted their master's marking.
"You are such a whore..." Slurred Chelan, the blue-eyed colt, who pulled down his pants and took place behind the red panda, the young boy's tail instantly flagging, revealing his well-practiced tailhole. The colt, white and grey mottled, picked up an oil-filled decanter and lathered his cock, some 4 inches long with a flared tip, before pushing it against the panda's rump, quickly gaining entry and burying it to the hilt with a satisfied sigh.
Meanwhile, Agatai kept on stroking the passed-out cub resting his thigh, his member hardening from the lewd display, a flurry of emotions stirring in his stomach. He wasn't supposed to be here. He was a noble hostage, meant to be kept safe and summarily executed if his dad's tribe rebelled. Instead, the depraved new Khan had inducted him into his harem, even before he had been crowned as the king of kings. The old Khan had led the armies alongside his brother, the now-dead Buko, while his son pacified the countryside around Nishapur as well as rule the city itself, along with the harem that followed in the wake of the old rulers' defeat and submission.
Bhuto Khan had raped Agatai again and again until he had learned to love it, aided by the skillful manipulation and training of the harem supervisor, the eunuch Asal. And now a new cub had joined, and it was the teenage jackal's turn to handle the training, the cub groaning softly in his sleep as his piss-marked stomach fur was slowly being cleaned by Miko's diligent tongue.

Said panda was moaning into the plush, white fur of Sepf as he was rutted from behind, his little humanoid pecker dangling at full mast as the colt fucked him with long and heavy strokes. The older cub's developing nutsack smacked into the vacant area that had once held the red panda's stones, the empty pouch still a bundle of nerves that gave the cub pleasure, although it was the flared cockhead that rammed his prostate that made his dicklet twitch and his girlish voice pipe up in loud and needy moans.
Feeling rowdy himself, Agatai re-arranged the cub's head on his thigh so he could shimmy out of his green skirt, the garment making it to his knees before he settled Sepf's head right next to his throbbing, 5inch manhood. He pried open the folf's jaws and gasped as the cub's hot maw enveloped his organ. With slow care, he craned Sepf's neck so he could insert it down his throat, and he only stopped pushing when the folf's lips kissed his knot. Sleepily gurgling around the shaft, the boy's natural reaction was to suck, and soon Agatai felt his manhood throb harder, growing bigger, Sepf's breathing cut off as he began to push his head up and down, training the boy's throat while he was passed out.
Meanwhile, Miko had stopped any semblance of trying to clean the other's cub's fur, instead nuzzling his snout into a piss-stain while the colt rutted him hard and fast, both cubs moaning and grunting as the older one's testicles drew up against his body until he whinnied, shooting his load up the red panda. Miko moaned as he felt the horsecock throb and erupt inside him and his own little pillar trembled and shuddered as he climaxed hands-free, a drop of fluid exiting his little dick and hanging on as the rutting colt kept up his heavy fucking as he made his way through his orgasm.

The sleeping Sepf was gurgling and gagging as Agatai crammed him harder and harder down, the angle making the cocktip scrape against his throat, although the jackal didn't care at this point, feeling his stones ache as he got close. He almost knotted the unconscious cub's muzzle when he climaxed, his semen shooting straight down Sepf's stomach, and he huffed and groaned, leaning back on the plush couch, the blue-furred folf continuing his instinctive suckling, the occasional glob of seed oozing out of his mouth.


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Sepf woke up groggy, confused, sticky and sore. His tailhole was emitting a dull ache and he relieved the events of the previous day in a flash, gasping as he got up, his paws scrambling around for purchase, feeling dead and living fur, another voice shouting in confusion as he dug his fingertips in. It was dark, and the young folf cried in fear as he felt someone grab his arm, struggling, not wanting to be raped again.
"Ahh!"
"Ooooof!"
"Help, no, don't!"
"Stop!"
"Relax!"
Suddenly both his arms were being grabbed, and as his eyes got used to the light, he saw the glints of two pairs of eyes, belonging to the teenage jackal and the white and grey dappled colt.
"Let me go!" Sepf whined.
"Little runt hit me." The young colt growled.
"He didn't mean to." The jackal said calmly, his eyes appraising Sepf in a way he didn't really like, the canine's tongue darting out to lick his lips as if he was staring at a morsel. Despite that, the folf realized that he wasn't going to be raped and he relaxed, the oldest boy seeing that and letting go, the colt soon releasing his grip as well, his paw reaching for his face, wincing as if he had been bruised.
"What's happening?" A high-pitched voice piped up, a red panda boy of Sepf's age appeared, rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"Sorry," Sepf said, "I got scared. I thought you were..." His voice trailed off and then he reached slowly for his black-tipped ear, where a silver ring had been pierced through. He noted the same kind of ring on the other cubs. Then he noticed their nakedness and the location. They were in a bedroom of sorts, although in truth it was a floor strewn with carpets and a host of furs and pelts and a few wool carpets. There was a window here, barred, and he could just about make out the rays of the morning sun in the horizon.
"Our master?" The jackal asked with a frown and Sepf nodded sadly. "You will have to get used to him."
The folf shook his head, the events of the past day flashing before his eyes and he broke down crying, curling up on himself. The other cubs looked at one another, each had in some way, shape or form had a similar experience, and sympathy creased their features. All of them put paws on Sepf, stroking his headfur, squeezing his shoulder, murmuring gently.

Sunrays were piercing the window when the blue-coated folf opened his reddened eyes, and he gave the other cubs a wan smile as he got up from the bundle of furs and bodies, the others smiling. Then his stomach growled and they all had a little giggle, before Agatai led the way to their main room.
Fruits and sweets were always available, as well as decanters of water, and the inhabitants of this section of the harem introduced themselves to Sepf. They shared their stories, Agatai the noble hostage, Miko the pleasure slave from the far east, Chelan the captive from the frozen north. And Sepf, the mixed breed fleeing one war only to find another, as plague took his parents and he was cast out on the street begging for scraps and finding few.
They were chatting and giggling when Asal appeared, the head eunuch smiling broadly as he entered the room and saw the cubs at ease. Sepf's expression quickly grew dark as the castrated fox once again explained what was expected of him. That the other cubs were to train him, to stretch him, so that he could accommodate their Khan's girth.
"Don't look like that!" Miko piped up. "If you do it right, it won't even hurt and it will feel real good too!"
As Asal left, Sepf slowly shook his head, although he did remember the strange stirrings in his stomach and how his jet-black member had hardened out of his sheath during his first claiming.
"You can also use your mouth to get him off, if you are good at it.." Agatai muttered, the naked jackal's crotch showing a hint of red as gave Sepf that hungry look again. The folf looked at that pink tip as it poked further out its sheath, giving him a hint of things to come.
"How do I...?" He asked uncertainly.
"With your throat. Let me show you~"


"No, you have to swallow when you take it deep." The jackal instructed, gazing lustfully down at Sepf as he gagged on his shaft, slobber dripping to the floor as he coughed, his somewhat sore throat (and why was it even sore?) struggling to accept it.
"The angle's all wrong!" Chelan grunted, getting close and presenting his horsecock. The thick and 4inch long member was slightly downwards curving and the jackal shrugged and pushed Sepf off, guiding him to his fellow concubine.
The blue-furred folf gagged as the thickness was lodged down his throat, barely capable of taking it, but the colt was right about the angle, and he choked his way through a slow throatjob, feeling the spongy head travelling to somewhere in the middle of his gullet each time he managed to bottom out.
Then back to the jackal, who made him angle his head and use his paws on the knot, squeezing it here, directing it there, the rigid shaft now able to travel down until Sepf's lips kissed the knot. Chelan took over, telling the cub he would ride his maw like the Khan would, and the others looked on as Sepf whined and gurgle-gagged, the colt's paws clutching his black headfur and his neck, driving him down again and again until he shot his load into Sepf's slobber-filled maw.
"Eat it!" They said. "Bleh!" Sepf said. "You'll get used to it!"

After Agatai had shot his load into Sepf's mouth, it was time for more refreshments, and they began to train his tailhole. The red panda cub, Miko, started out by licking his butt, and the folf could not help but begin to murr and pant as that flexible, warm and soft tongue dug into his sore folds.
"See it feels good!" The castrate murmured, reaching for Sepf's dick, which was beginning to harden.
Then Chelan began to finger him, using a decanter of oil to lube up, the folf grunting as he was breached, and then melting into the embrace of Agatai who stroked his headfur as the colt worked his way up to two fingers.

"Arch your back like this!" Miko said happily, moaning as four inches of horsecock penetrated him, the colt taking him doggystyle, while Agatai fingered Sepf with three fingers in tandem to the rutting. Sepf was on his elbows and knees as well, and he allowed his upper body to melt into the soft couch and the furs there as he moaned properly, the sight and the sensations getting close to pushing him over the edge.
"Not yet.." Agatai muttered, ceasing the fingering and just keeping them there, flexing them, opening the slave further up, while Sepf began to push back with need. "No, Sepf, you'll want to be as horny as possible for the Khan."
Miko did not need to hold back and he whined and moaned as he was fucked harder and faster, the folf seeing how a drop of clear liquid made its way out of his tiny humanoid dick, the panda shuddering, the colt grunting as he shot his second load of the day.


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"Come Sepf, it is time." The boys were currently training him to eat ass, and he was munching on Miko's seed-leaking tailhole as the head eunuch came to fetch him, his black-skinned member dangling outside its sheath, glistening with precum with the other boys having continuously been denying him release the whole day as their time switched between lewd practice and light snacking, even napping for a couple of hours.
"Good luck!"
"Remember what we taught you!"
"Have fun!" Miko said brightly, and Sepf couldn't help but feel hopeful now that they had taught him so much of what was expected of him and how he could manage and even get pleasure out of it.
"Hmph." Asal looked him up and down, seeing the many spots of wet from cubcum and saliva, the fur ruffled this way and that. "A quick bath first!"

Clad in a see-through, pink dress that accentuated his slim frame, member in sheath again, headfur slightly damp, Sepf was led to the Khan's bed chamber. Asal ushered him inside, told him to stand to attention in front of the bed and then hurried away. Sepf clutched his wrist in front of his body, tail ducking below as he waited for a few minutes, before he heard heavy footsteps come close before the door banged open.
"Curses upon your pretty ass!" The Khan growled, kicking the door shut and stepping forward menacingly, Sepf instantly going to his knees, grabbing for his trousers. "What's this?" The golden jackal said in a calmer tone as the young folf unbuttered his pants, trying to get his member out.
"I want to-to-to serve you m-m-my lord," Sepf stuttered out, remembering his line and how it was important to flatter and be seductive towards the Khan.
"Heh, guess a day of practice makes all the difference~" Said the golden jackal, pushing down his tight-fitting pants, revealing his damp undergarments. "I'll have you know your life almost cost me my own." The man rumbled, grabbing the cub's jet-black headfur and cramming him against his musky crotch, his sheath growing plump as the cub's nose huffed in his rich scent. "My generals did not agree with the killing of my uncle. They said his life was worth a thousand of yours!" The golden jackal grunted as his hardness poked out of its sheath, the tip grinding against the cub's nose through the clothing.
"You protected what was yours!" Sepf said hurriedly, scrunching his eyes from the almost eye-watering smell of the man's genitals, although he still dragged down the undergarments to reveal his master's growing cock. As the organ slid out of the sheath, he noted the off-white grime that stuck to it, seed from the day before he had not licked off, marinated inside his master's body for the whole day. Fully conscious this time, the musky potency was a stark contrast to the well-groomed and well-bathed harem boys, and Sepf's whiskers twitched as he opened his maw despite his reservations.
He slid the shaft between his lips, the cock not fully engorged yet, and the sharp prickle of its tip hit the back of his throat before he made the exaggerated swallowing motions, slurping and hurking as he took it all inside, unsheathing the entire length, knot included, the bulbous organ locking behind his teeth. It was too much and he coughed and pulled back, the cock sliding off its potency on his tongue, Sepf coughing again as he got accustomed to the taste of real male.
The Khan just grunted and groaned as the cub with some practice under his belt now throated his cock to the best of his ability, occasionally heaving up a heavy gag, slobber often spattering to the floor. He then looked down with some regret, feeling a twinge in his bladder. He pushed the cub away and Sepf's golden eyes, marred with tears from forcing his throat down his cock like that, looked up in dismayed puzzlement.
"I have to unload my bladder before my piss ends down your stomach!" He said with a guffaw, stalking off to find the chamber pot. Sepf simply stood there, happy his mouth wouldn't be used like that.
"Come over here!" The golden jackal then called out, his stream sloshing at it came to an end. " Kneel between my legs, wipe me with your tongue, no, that way!" The Khan had been kicking his boots off and getting his trousers and undergarments pushed to the side. He had Sepf kneel, facing forward, and he angled his member downwards so that the cub could take in his meat while his sweaty ass was directly above his eyes.
Several droplets of yellow piss clung to the tip, and Sepf hesitantly extended his tongue, dragging them to drip into his mouth. Then the muscular leg muscles of the golden jackal bulged as he squatted down a little, his tip entering and driving deeper, the position close to a throat-swab on the bed, the man groaning in pleasure as inch after inch sank down the cub's throat with hardly a cough. He then grinned.
Sepf meep'd out as he felt a sudden trickle, and the Khan laughed crudely as the remainder of his bladder emptied itself down the folf's throat. He lifted up a little, making sure the last of his piss would coat his new slave's tongue and after sputtering and gaggy swallows and some more tongue-cleaning he pulled out completely.

"I want your ass now." The Khan said, stepping over Sepf, his meat smacking him on the nose, pulling off the rest of his clothes and throwing them to and fro. The cub was too slow for the man's liking, and he grabbed his headfur, Sepf whimpering as he ran as fast as he could, the golden jackal practically chucking him on to the big bed that was the center of the room.
It was a bed for a king, with draperies of the thinnest, purple silk and four ornate wooden pillars holding up the "sky". The bedding was so soft that Sepf simple plopped into it, almost getting stuck from how hard it was to push himself against the surface. He then felt the rolling waves of the man's weight as he got on to it and he turned his head, only to have it pressed into the softness, the huge weight of the muscular golden jackal settling over him, his spit-slickened hardness pressing against his rear. The folf remembered his lessons and flagged his tail up, trying to get his knees up and apart, putting his paws under his head so that he would be as open and as comfortable as possible when the Khan rutted him.
"Good boy~" Came the pleased rumble as Sepf's well-fingered and well-oiled sphincter touched the hot tip of the Khan's member and opened up without resistance, the man sliding a quarter of his 8inch shaft inside before the cub whined for the first time.
Big! Bigger than the colt. Bigger than when Miko almost stuffed his entire paw inside. He now remembered the claiming of yesterday and tensed up, the stretch turning painful. He moaned pitifully as the golden jackal drove his hips forward just a little bit more, before he rested on top of him, his weight crushing him against the royally soft bedding and silk sheets. "Relax, my little runt..." He pulled out until only the tip was inside and the pushed in just an inch, then an inch more. The man kept up the pressure, slowly pushing in and out, his tapered and thick shaft grinding and grounding against Sepf's hidden pleasure spot, the cub's member soon fully erect, squeezed between his body and the soft bedding.
"I like your pleasure-moans, so soft, so boyish.." The man coo'd as he picked up speed, his length sliding further and further inside on each push. He was grunting now. Sweating. His body heat transferring through the pink dress Sepf was wearing, his sweat marking him with the heady scent of a virile male. "It's like you were made for this, my little slave..." The speed picked up pace, Sepf moaning girlishly as his prostate was soon getting a proper pounding. "So light, so slender..."
"Ah-ah-ah!" The cub was losing his senses, his member burned with a need to shoot, his nutsack was tight up against his body, he felt as if he would climax if he just tensed up, but the massive cock up his rear made him fearful of that and he was left in a confused and aroused limbo that had him cresting higher and higher on the waves of euphoria.
"Oh my, that voice, maybe I'll have them take your stones so I can enjoy it forever!" At that last word the Khan upped his pace, his apple-sized knot slamming against Sepf's entrance, the boycub whining and moaning and crying, tears of ecstacy and agony squeezed into the bedding as the Khan put a paw on his headfur, keeping him down like the bitch he was supposed to be, while his other paw yanked his tail roughly, plowing the cub's ass as hard as he could, growling like a feral beast.

Sepf screamed, voice muffled by the bedding, when his master's fat knot popped inside with a rending sensation of his rear. And then...
Pressure
He screamed again, the throbbing, bulging, hot piece of flesh fully inside his ass forcing him over the edge.
His scream went on, even as he shuddered his way through an orgasm, his seed spilling out between his white-furred stomach and the silk sheets. His scream went on as the Khan continued to rut, continued to saw at his abused pucker which he was sure was bleeding now.
When it ended, he drew in breath for another and then the Khan buckled his hips so savagely that they both shifted forward several inches. Then again. Then again.
His master's fat cock knocked the wind out of his scream as the golden jackal climaxed, cock throbbing, surging even bigger, seed spurting deep inside the cub's rectum.
"Ah-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a." Came Sepf's pitiful whines as his ass felt like it was going to split apart while he was drilled rapidly and roughly.
Once satisfied, the Khan moved around a bit, settling himself down on top of the boy, wrapping his arms around him, then turning them both over with a weak wheeze coming from the cub.
"I'll never get tired of this sight~" The Khan said over Sepf's pained whimpers, the cub's stomach a mess of his own seed, his black-skinned member still painfully erect, his white stomach fur distended, showing the shape of the golden jackal's throbbing cock.

With his back against his master's muscular stomach, Sepf's hips instinctively pivoted up, releasing a fraction of the incessant pressure on his punished backside. His tongue was lolling out of his mouth and his eyes were wide as they saw the bulge throbbing through his stomach skin and his own stubborn hardness oozing out cum.
Then large, calloused, scarred paws grabbed his legs at the knees, and the Khan buckled upwards, Sepf yowling as the man began thrusting again.
  

  

 


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