*CLACK* *CLACK* *CLACK*
The sharp strikes rang out in the birchwood, loud enough to be heard at a distance. Slightly softer was the noise of bare feet, or rather paws shuffling and scrabbling in the damp dead leaves, and softer still the fierce panting of the two boys squared off against each other. Or rather - two cubs. Their tails were as puffed out as their flat boyish chests, even though the fierce grins on the feline faces made it clear this was about sport, not hostility. The two Khajiit youths blended well with the dead foliage still covering the forest floor, even though fresh green shoots were proving that spring truly was underway. Ri’bil’s fur was a pale tan and a match for the birch leaves littering the floor, while Wadaari’s coat was a brown so dark it seemed almost black, a perfect match for the damp earth that had been exposed by the wild shuffling of feline feet.
Each boy gripped their new prized possession - a matched pair of long wooden swords. To look at their fierce expressions one might think they were ready to face off with Daedric steel and not dull lacquered ash, but to the two Khajiit boys these were very nearly weapons. No longer were they cubs playing with sticks, now they were budding warriors training with what were almost swords.
“Ready?” Ri’bil playfully snarled his challenge. In response Wadaari merely grinned and charged his friend. There was another series of clacks before the boys once again parted, panting as they struck what they thought were fierce poses. Ri’bil being thirteen and Wadaari just a few months short, they fell a little short of fierce. As the young Khajiits’ breathing grew steady it was Ri’bil who first cocked an ear, picking up the sound of heavy treads shuffling along the damp and decaying foliage covering the forest floor.
The tan-furred feline put a finger to his muzzle and gestured for his friend to follow, both of them keeping low to the ground as they made their way in relative silence on padded foot-paws. They crested a ridge and caught sight of a pair of unusual travelers. Well, the Argonian wasn’t a strange sight, especially in Riften, but the male walking alongside him was. His ears were larger even than those of the two Khajiit cubs, and his nose had a peculiar, almost porcine shape. What was strange was what the boys first thought was a cloak, but what turned out to be strange wings, featherless membranes going from the wrists of the beastman’s long arms and ending at his hips.
“D-Daedra?” asked Wadaari in a voice tinge with fear and awe, assuming that the argonian was a sorcerer who’d summoned one of the bizarre beings that called Oblivion their home.
“No, lycanthrope. A were… bat, I guess?” Ri’bil ventured. Sitting at his father’s knee, the cub had grown up on stories of the dragonborn’s exploits like so many of the children his age, except he heard it from the dragonborn’s very own muzzle. His father had taught him about the people who could take on beast-like shapes, such as wolves or bears. “Let’s follow them!”
“What? Why?”
“To make sure they aren’t up to something? Besides, we’ll be hunting monsters and bandits in a matter of years, we need to practice…” Ri’bil insisted and since they were both convinced they would soon enough be daring adventurers it seemed like good reasoning. The strangers didn’t seem to notice the Khajiit cubs darting from tree to tree and rock to rock as they tailed them, or so it seemed until the werebat spoke loud enough for his stalkers to hear him.
“You know, if you two are going the same way as us we might as well walk together…” the tall male said, turning around and waiting expectantly until the two embarrassed cubs emerged from hiding.
“Sorry, we… we weren’t spying on you, we were just sort of… practicing.” Ri’bil said.
“Hmmm, practicing stalking, and practicing swordplay… What do you think, Nagamal? Assassins in training?” asked the argonian, thoughtfully stroking his chin.
“Could be… so boys, are you aspiring Dark Brothers?” the werebat apparently named Nagamal asked, trying to hide his smirk.
“No! We’re going to be adventurers…” Wadaari almost squeaked out, not realizing that the two travelers had been teasing them.
“Ahh well, being adventurers ourselves we can respect that. And if you’re to be our colleagues one day we might as well get the introductions out of the way. I am Nagamal, and this is my associate Yelei-zaw…” the werebat said as the Argonian dipped his muzzle in a small bow.
“I’m Ri’bil and this is Wadaari…” the tan cub said.
“Yes, and unless I’m mistaken I’ve seen you around Riften before. You’re the dragonborn’s boy, aren’t you?” Nagamal asked.
“Y-yes.” Ri’bil replied. The cub was wondering if he’d ever manage to get out of his father’s shadow and become more than a hero’s son, but he had to admit that there were perks to being the only child of a living legend.
“Well you must have met adventurers more illustrious than the two of us, but if you don’t mind slumming it we’d welcome some company.”
The boys tried to hide their enthusiasm as they joined the pair and made their way through the forest. They were expecting to be chastised and told to go home like a pair of mischievous children, but Yelei-zaw and Nagamal were treating the boys as if they were nearly their equals. Their stories were interesting enough to draw the two cubs in, to the point that they lost track of the hours that had gone by and the miles they’d crossed following whatever trail the two adventurers were on.
“So, how come lads your age are still practicing with those?” Yelei-zaw asked, pointing a clawed finger to the faux-swords each cub was carrying.
“Well… they’re not toys. And they’ve got lead in them to give them proper balance and everything!” Ri’bil insisted. He and Wadaari had been thrilled to receive their practice swords, seeing it as a mark of their maturity, but it had never occurred to him that maybe they were ready for the real thing.
“May I… hmm, they do feel right. But how about you give this a try?” Nagamal said, unsheathing a gleaming steel longsword and offering it hilt-first for the cub. It wasn’t as impressive as the blades his father had, but he wasn’t allowed to touch those. “How’s that feel in your hand? Think you could swing it?” he asked, giving the boy room. The tip weaved a little as Ri’bil’s muscles struggled with the weight of steel rather than ash, and a blade that was too long for him, but to his relief the two seasoned adventurers didn’t laugh or smirk at him.
“Hmmm, it's a little oversized for you… why don’t you try a two-handed grip? Here, like this…” the werebat said, getting behind Ri’bil as he moved his paws along the sword’s grip, adjusting the boy’s posture and stepping back.
“Try again… there’ that’s better!” he said, and Ri’bil couldn’t help but grin at the praise, feline teeth flashing as he watched the gleaming steel arc through the air. “See? You two are more than ready for some serious sparing.”
“Not exactly a fair match, is it? Wood versus steel?” Yelei-zaw mused, unsheathing his own blade and handing it to Wadaari. The boy’s eyes had been wide with envy and he eagerly took the offered weapon, letting the Argonian adjust his grip and posture. The boys swung at each other carefully and their muzzles split in matching grins at the ring of steel meeting steel and the sound of the blades sliding against each other. Neither could believe they’d been so thrilled just to play with their practice swords which weren’t all different from sticks now that they each held a real weapon in their paws.
Their parents had their best interest at heart, but were obviously still treating the two as little cubs. Yelei-zaw and Nagamal had just met them but it was clear to the two seasoned adventurers that they boys were growing into young men and were strong and responsible enough to wield real blades. They complimented the technique of the two Khajiit and every once in a while adjusted their grips or their posture. Ri’bil had to admit it felt a little strange to let a stranger touch him in order to do so but he didn’t want to say anything for fear that the two would call the lesson off and demand their blades back.
“That’s better, but you’re keeping your shoulders too tense. You keep that up and they will be sore and stiff in the morning.”
“They don’t feel sore…” the boy said, his tail puffing up as he suddenly felt the large hands of the werebat settle on either side of his neck. The long fingers were surprisingly strong and Ri’bil couldn’t help but grunt as the thumbs dug into the muscles at the top of his back.
“Yeah, feel that? You already have knots forming here…” the werebat said, kneading the boy’s shoulders as Ri’bil felt his body relax under the tall male’s touch.
He still didn’t think much of it. His shoulders hadn’t felt tense, but the way Nagamal’s fingers were digging into his muscles really did seem to feel good. Wadaari was looking at him with his sword resting point down and a strange expression on his dark-furred face as the Argonian approached him and laid his hands on the cub’s shoulders. Strange notions went through Ri’bil’s mind as he watched his friend’s shoulders slump as they were rubbed, wondering if he looked like that with the werebat tending to his own back. There was something… unsettling in the way the stranger loomed over his friend, the familiarity with which he laid his hands on the cub that wasn’t exactly menacing but didn’t seem quite innocent. They had been at it for… Ri’bil had no idea how long, but he was woken from his strange daze by the hem of his shirt being pulled up.
“W-what are you…”
“You’re ready to go back to practice, but I need to see the way your muscles are tensing to make sure your thrusts and stance are good. Can’t do that with clothes in the way, can I?” the werebat explained, his muzzle so close to one of the cub’s ears that he could feel him breathe out every word. Before Ri’bil could even consider it the belt holding his pants was undone and both he and Wadaari were standing naked. They were told to get their guards up, but to Ri’bil’s surprise it wasn’t just his friend’s sword that was sticking up. Wadaari was sporting a very obvious adolescent erection, and glancing down the Khajiit boy noticed that his own shaft was a little fuller than usual.
They went back to their mock swordfight and when Yelei-zaw and Nagamal just stood off to the sides and shouted instructions the boy allowed himself to relax. He was just being paranoid, this was obviously something that real fighters did and he didn’t want to come off as some cub way in over his head. Whenever the boys separated the two older males would move in and make corrections to the way they were holding the blades or standing, with no qualms about where they placed their hands or what they touched.
“All right, I think you boys earned a break…” Nagamal said, and the two once again moved up behind the cubs and started rubbing their shoulders. Ri’bil had to admit that after swinging a heavy length of steel it did feel good, good enough for his eyes to close and snap open only after he heard Wadaari’s rather embarrassing meow.
“Easy cub, I’m just rubbing what looks stiff…” the Argonian said in a bemused tone as he closed his hand firmly around Wadaari’s erection, hiding everything but the tip from view. His friend seemed to be trying to squirm away, at least at first. Once Yelei-zaw’s hand started moving, the Khajiit boy looked more like he was bucking his hips into the scaly fist.
“He’s got a point. You need to relax after a work-out like that, and nothing relaxes a male more than cumming…” the werebat said, reaching down with that long-fingered hand and grasping Ri’bil’s tumescent cock. This still felt wrong to the cub, but the feel of someone else’s paw on his cock felt even better than his own and he could feel his boyish shaft surge to life.
“Ahhhh! I don’t t-think… y-you should…”
“Why? You have some little kitten waiting back in town to take care of this?” Nagamal said, giving the boy’s cock a gentle squeeze as he ran his thumb over the tip until Ri’bil was standing on the tips of his toes.
“N-no…”
“Ten it’s just going to be a hand. What difference does it make if it’s mine or yours?” the werebat spoke softly and directly into one of the cub’s ears, making it flick as his breath tickled it.
“So you boys are doing this yourself? Old enough to cum, huh?” asked the Argonian, polishing the shaft of the gasping cub in his embrace.
“U-huhh…” was the best Wadaari could come up with as a response.
“And who do you think of when you do? Just between us…” Nagamal asked.
“H-Haelga…” Ri’bil replied before he could even considered it. The buxom Nord woman was a legend among the boys of Riften. She was amicable enough to love-struck youths, but was a dremora with a broom if she caught any boys trying to peep in on what goes around in her bunkhouse. 
“Heh, good choice. Being a cat you must be drawn to those big milky tits of hers… Not that I’d say to either…” Nagamal said.
“How about you, cub? Who does it for you when you’re stroking this little kitty-cock?” the Argonian almost hissed the question in Wadaari’s ear.
“Ahhh..d-don’t wanna… sa-aaAah!ay…”
“Come on, your friend was honest enough. Your turn, boy…” Nagamal said with a sneer. He half expected the dark-furred cub to admit to lusting after his friend’s mother, since he’d be a fool not to take a shine to the dragonborn’s woman. Damn bastard always gets the best around, be it reassure or pussy. The boy didn’t say the name he was expecting to hear, but he definitely didn’t disappoint.
“R-Ri’bil! I… I think about…”
“By Hircine’s balls! You think about your friend when you pull your little prick? Is that why you’ve been so hard since I striped him naked?” the werebat asked, and the brown cub just nodded as he averted his eyes.
“Well come on then, you’ll never get anywhere by being shy…” Yelei-zaw said, almost picking the cub off the ground as he brought him closer and closer to his friend until the boys could feel each other’s labored breaths against their whiskers. “Go on, give your friend a kiss…”
“I… I can’t…”
“Cubs can’t. Adventurers take what they want. Are you really just a little cub with a toy sword? Come on, nothing hard about it, just bring your muzzle a little closer…” the Argonian said, grabbing the back of Wadaari’s head and pushing it towards Ri’bil’s. Before the other cub could do anything he felt the werebat grip him the same way, his face being pushed forward until muzzle met muzzle. Neither boy had ever really kissed everyone, but with their cock’s heard and their pulses racing instinct took over. Lips parted and rough feline tongues snaked out as the boys shared an awkward, clumsy but surpassingly long and messy kiss. There was a thin thread of saliva briefly connecting them as the two older males pulled them apart, arms wrapping tight around each cub’s chest as they went from stroking to pumping their young cocks.
“Come on, first one to mark the other is the bigger male…” Nagamal chuckled, his body pressed hard enough against the Khajiit boy he was molesting for Ri’bil to feel a bulge against his back even through the werebat’s pants and his fur.
“Come on kitten, spray your cream. Unless you want to lose? You want your little friend to mark you? Want to feel his shoot his spunk over you and claim you as…”
“Nnyyaaaahh! Aaaaghhh, aaahhaaa…” Wadaari cried out, interrupting the smirking Argonian as the lewd words took their tool and pushed the boy over.
Yelei-zaw’s fist was squeezing and flexing around the feline erection, milking the squirming cub’s cock even as he aimed it. Pearly ropes arced gracefully through the air, obviously aimed at Ri’bil’s face even though they fell short and wound up landing on the boy’s chest and belly. Ri’bil like to think it wasn’t the sight of his friend cumming that triggered his own orgasm, but there was no denying that the noises Wadaari had made as his climax struck had triggered something in his own head. Before he knew it he was fucking the hand grasping his cock, making weird noises of his own as his erection flexed in the older male’s grip and sent his ropes flying through the air, each streak standing out starkly against Wadaari’s dark coat.
His vision was only half-focused, but as Ri’bil panted he could see Yelei-zaw push his messy hand against Wadaari’s face as the panting cub licked it clean without being told to. The Argonian then started shedding his clothes, and a rustle from behind him told him Nagamal was doing the same. Fear rose in the midst of post-coital clarity as the erection he could see sticking out of the Argonian’s crotch and the one he could now feel poking into his back hinted at the older males’ intentions.
“I think it would only be fair for you boys to return the favor now, wouldn’t it?” Nagamal asked, laying strong hands on Ri’bil’s shoulders. One of them had still been stained with the boy’s own cum, and the sharp smell of seed filled the Khajiit’s nose.
 “I… it’s getting late. We should probably…” Wadaari began behind him, the quavering, shaky tone making it clear to Ri’bil that his friend was also staring at another male’s half-erect cock.
“Now, now, that’s very poor manners. Leaving after you’ve gotten yours but before we got ours?” the Argonian chided.
“I think we’d still rather leave.” Ri’bil said, trying to sound more brave and resolute than he felt. It wasn’t an easy thing to do with the scent of an aroused older male filling his lungs with every breath he took.
“Fine, but can you find your way home from here?” Nagamal asked, crossing his arms over his chest as his wings hung down his sides like a cloak.
“We… could you just tell us the way back?”
“Maybe. Can you pay us for our time?” the werebat asked.
“I… we didn’t bring any money, but…”
“...so this is just what we were trying to teach you. You want something from us, and you need to give us something in return. Sure, you’re a smart pair of cubs, you’d find Riften eventually, but not before nightfall.”
“We can see fine at night. We’re Khajiit!” Ri’bil said.
“Yes, but you’d also be seen. All sorts of predators come out to hunt once it’s dark. Saber cats, frostbite spiders, some of them bigger than a bear. Any of them would love to make a meal out of two Khajiit cubs. And then there’s the falmer. They’d hunt you down for different reasons. You think this is scary…” Nagamal said, gesturing to his erect shaft. “Imagine being dragged down into a cold, dark cave, with hard clammy cocks being forced into your every hole for as long as you can endure.”
“Ahhh don’t scare them Nagamal. They’re good boys, they‘re just trying to barter us down, but they’ll see sense. Come on cub, it won’t bite. There you go…” the Argonian almost hissed out, and looking over his shoulder Ri’bil could see his friend gripping the steely shaft and slowly stroking up and down.

“P-please, couldn’t you just take us home?” Ri’bil pleaded, hesitant to join his friend and lay hands on the werebat’s cock.
“And we’ll take you back. But there’s another lesson young adventurers need to learn – how to persuade and negotiate.”
“P-persuade?” Wadaari asked, trying and failing to avoid looking at his cum soaking into his friend’s fur.
“Sooner or later you’ll need someone’s help, like you need ours to get home. But nobody will help you just because you asked nicely. They’ll want something, so you’ll have a choice of paying them some of your loot…” Yelei-zaw explained.
“…which you boys don’t have. So you need to figure out what we might want that you can give, or what you can do for us… For starters, just do what we did. Wrap your hands around it and stroke. Don’t be embarrassed. We did it for you, after all…”
That was true, but Ri’bil wasn’t naïve enough not to realize there had been a world of difference. The two adults were in control, and had been even while they were jacking the two cubs. And they were still in control now as they demanded the boys get to work, servicing cocks that looked a lot more intimidating than their immature erections had.
“Come on cub, surely your friend isn’t braver than you are?” Nagamal coaxed and groaned as a trembling paw brushed against his twitching shaft.
It was nothing like when the werebat had his hand wrapped around Ri’bil’s erection. For one the confusing pleasure just wasn’t there, leaving the cub feeling scared and awkward as he wrapped his fingers around another male. Nor could he do that as well as Nagamal. His now limp cub-cock had easily fit into the mature male’s hand, the fist covering everything but his glans. Nagamal’s cock was now fully hard and he just barely managed to make his thumb and middle finger meet as he grasped the groaning male. The length throbbed in his hand, wobbling as he awkwardly tried to stroke it. All he was doing was tugging on the werebat, but with every second that passed the cock in his grip grew firmer and longer.
“Good boys. This isn’t so hard, is it? Heh, although it’s going to get harder before you’re done…” Nagamal said, making Ri’bil’s earl flick back in embarrassment.
“Why not make a game of it? First one to finish wins…” groaned Yelei-zaw.
“Heh, I think we’ll be the ones finishing…” Nagamal said.
The tone of his voice made things even more awkward as Ri’bil realized just what he was trying to do. The werebat was throbbing against his palm and the slit in the middle of his glans was staring the young Khajiit in the face as it leaked clear pre. The boy felt heat rush to his cheeks as he realized that what he was trying to do was to make that tip spray cum the same way he and Wadaari had done minutes ago. Well, almost the same. His eyes fell to just beneath the shaft he was stroking and focused on the heavy, bulging sack covered in fine fuzz. The werebat’s balls were much bigger than either of the pubescents cubs’ and he could only imagine the mess they would unleash.
“Good work cub, but remember the lesson with the sword? If something’s a little too big for you, grip it with both hands. There you go…” the male groaned as the blushing cub wrapped both of his paws around the male.
This gave the cub his first real idea about the size difference between him and the adult werebat he was servicing. Even with both of his hands wrapped around him he was only gripping Nagamal’s shaft, leaving the bulbous glans exposed to leak and squirt. The male groaned as the young Khajiit began to pump his fisted paws up and down the steel-hard erection, a sound that for some reason had his ear folding and his tail twitching behind him.
“That’s good cub, but don’t be afraid to grip it. Just squeeze good and tight. Ngggh yeah, like that…” the werebat groaned, his whole shaft throbbing as the liquid leaking from the tip coated the cock Ri’bil was stroking. “How’s yours working out, Yelei?”
“Mhhhh, the kitten’s a natural. Don’t think I can hold out much longer…” the Argonian practically hissed, and turning his head Ri’bil could see his friend working both hands vigorously on up and down the reptile’s glistening erection.
“Come on cub, you don’t want to be outdone by your friend?” the werebat asked, leering down at the cub who while normally quite competitive had no desire to make the older male cum. Then again, he didn’t want this to last any longer than it had to. He thought of himself as brave, naturally, but there was a very strange fear gripping him as surely as he gripped Nagamal’s cock. He wasn’t sure what the two males might demand next, but he didn’t see any way he and Wadaari could refuse them. Their best bet now was to make them happy and that meant.
“Aaaahhh! L-let go! S-stop…”
It was Wadaari, all pretense of young adulthood shattered as he whined like a cub. Craning his head Ri’bil could see the Argonian gripping his scruff with one hand while the other held his throbbing cock. Wadaari’s hands were on the reptile’s hips, trying to push himself away as the groaning Argonian aimed his swollen glans at the cub’s face, leaving long, thick streaks of warm white cum all over the boy’s face and whiskers.
“What a messy kitten. You don’t want that do you? Another male’s… ungh!... load on your face for all the world to see?” the werebat asked, bucking his hips into he hands of the Khajiit boy who’d forgotten to stroke.
“N-no!”
“Then open your mouth kitten…” he said, easily grabbing the back of Ri’bil’s head with his long fingered hand. “I’m about to blow boy, so swallow it or wear it…”
Ri’bil saw the purplish glans throb, the wet slit staring him in the face as Nagamal’s heavy sack pulled up tight under the base of his cock. Before he could consider it Ri’bil opened his muzzle wide, catching the first spurt on his tongue as the next one struck the back of his throat. The white slime was bitter and stung his gullet as he coughed and sputtered, the werebat chuckling as he settled for spraying the rest of his seed on the cub’s face. He could feel it soaking into his fur and clinging to his whiskers, the scent of it carrying a sharp musk he knew deep down he was being marked with another male’s seed.
“Still wound up messy, huh? Don’t worry kitten, I’ve had orc whores choke on my load so a cub like you never had much of a chance…”
“Y-you’ll take us home now?” Ri’bil asked, coughing and sputtering as the scent of a grown male’s cum laced every breath he managed to take, to say nothing of the lingering taste.
“You want to go back home looking and smelling like that? Didn’t think so. We’re about a minute away from a nice warm spring, so why don’t we all just pick up our clothes and go have a bath?” Nagamal said, and even though both of the cubs desperately wanted to go back to Riften, the werebat had a point.
The sight of the steaming pool was Ri’bil and Wadaari’s first hint of just how far north they’d gotten. The warm srpings were common south of Windhelm but few and far between on the northern-most edge of the rift. But the water still felt good as it soaked through fur and into skin, and the boys were eager to wash the shameful mess off their bodies before finally being led back home. Ri’bil was scrubbing his face with the wamr water smelling slihgtly of supphur when he felt a body press against him.
“Relax cub, just going to help you wash your back…” he said, feeling Nagamal’s hands settle on his shoulders as Yelei-zaw took up position behind Wadaari.
He was nervous because there was one thing these two hadn’t forced them into, and if they were going to it would probablly be easier from behind. He fliched as he felt the werebat’s cock press against his lower back, but to his relief the shaft was soft. He didn’t really know much about how one male took anotehr, but he was reasnably sure he was safe as long as the wrebat’s cock didn’t grown as long and had as it had been in his hands and muzzle eariler.
The older males did seem true to their word as they supped hot watehr into their hands and pured it over the boy’s back, even thought the way they were rubbing along wet fur didn’t make much sense without any soap invovled. Ri’bil felt the werebat work over his shoudlers, the strong fingers kneading their way down along his back until he was toucing spots just above his tail. Then one hand dipped both below the surface of the water and below his tail. The cub tried to srping away on reflex, but Nagamal had an arm wrapped aroudn hs chest in an instant, keeping the Khajiit boy still.
“Don’t worry cub, just gonna make sure you’re god and clean all over…” The weerbat murmured and a gasp from Wadaari told the panicking feline that his friend was in the same position.
“P-please…” Ri’bil whimpered like a cub half his age. Nagamal didn’t say anything, but to the boy’s relief he didn’t push in either. His finger just teased around the furless patch under his tail, pressing into the center of the boy’s pucker without really breaching it. It didn’t last long but every second he spent in that pool with a grown man touching him back there seemed to crawl by. They were led out but not to the spot where they’d left their clothes. Instead oth cubs were nudged towards a stony ledge about three feet off the ground and pushed back until they were lying on their backs with their legs dangling over the edge of the flat rock. Every part of them was exposed and on display for the two males, including the erections they both seemed to be sporting even though Ri’bil couldn’t understand why he was hard. As for his friend… after he’d heard the boy admit to thinking of him while touching himself, Ri’bil wasn’t surprised that the sight of him naked would arouse the other cub. The two adults weren’t hard, but the cocks swinging between their legs looked long and heavy. After the way Nagamal had touched him, Ribil was very nervous at the thought of the werebat becoming fully erect again.
“Looks like we got you boys worked up…” Nagamal said, taking position betweeen ri’bil’s legs.
“What do you say we pay them back? Can’t send them back home with their stiffies waving around, can we?” Yelei-za said, taking position behind Wadaari and to Ri’bil’s shock the hulking reptile got on his knees before pushing his head between the surprised boy’s thighs.
Ri’bil’s attetnion was diverted when he felt a hot breath against his own erection and he looked down his trm belly to catch the gaze of the werebat poised with his muzzle an inch or so from the cub’s little coinpurse. The pug-nosed muzzle opened and a shockingly long tongue slipped out to lash at the boys testesbefore muving up to tease the base of his cock.
Ri’bil gasped and felt his legs twitch as the werebat began to bathe his young cock, his hands moving to hold the hips of the boy who looked like he was fighting the urge to squirm. The little Khajiit had never felt anyhting like this, the wet warmth running along his immature erection, teasing the shaft before swirling around his sensitive glans until the boy’s claws were felxing against the rock he was laid out on. It was like what they had done to Nagamal and the argoinan, but still different. The two males had stood towering over them while they made the boys suckle their cocks, and even now that the roles were reversed they were still oised over the cubs, still the ones in charge. The grip Nagamal had on his hips drove the point home, dispelling any illusion of who was the dominant male even as the werebat opened his muzzle and swallowed Ri’bil’s leaking cock.
Nagamal kept his eyes locked on his the whole time, his gaze so intense that Ri’bil wound up looking away, vfocing instead on a squmriing Wadaari in the same position with the argonian’s muzzle pushed down into his crotch. It was unsettling, and it was scary that he still had no idea how far the two adults intended to take this, but it was still the most amazng thing the young feline had felt in his whole life. Even though he couldnt know it, Nagamal was working him over expertly, making sure to keep the oy on edge while not giving him enough to cum. Minutes went by, swo and deliciously agonizing as Ri’bil felt himself reaching his peak before being allowed to slip back down. Whenever he’d played with himself he’d never even tried ding this - tehre was just no way he could stop himself from striking his cock when his toes started to curl and his breathng grew into laboerd panting.
He’d come close, so close he ewas sure he was about to spray his eed when he felt cool air on his shaft as Nagamal let him slip from his muzzle. His pride forgotten, ri’bil almost whimpered with what little breath he had, the thought never occuring to him to wrap a hand around his erection and give himself what the werebat was denying him.
“Don’t worry kitty, you’ll get to cum. We’re just gonna teach you boys anew way to do it…” the werebat murmured, reading the despair in the Khajiit boy’s eyes. Before Ri’bil could ask what it was the shands gripping his hips raised them just a few inches off the stone ledge, tilting them up as tNagamal once again dove in, muzzle-first.
But this time Ri’bil’s cock was left to bob just above his lower belly as he felt a huff of breath first on his opouch and then just below it, on the bare ring of pink skin normally kept kidden by his tail. He tried to bring his tail down, or in this case up, but it just met the werebat’s chin as the breaths grew close enough to tickle. When the tongue snaked out to do the same, Ri’bil couldn’t supress a shuddering gasp of a kind he’d never thought a ale, even a yung one, could make.
The reason for the rather thorough cleaning they’d both been subjected to became aparent when both the werebat adn the argonian began to lick and lap away at the cubs’ rosebuds, elicing more humiliating but eager noises from the boys too desperate for release to protest.
“You’ve got a sweet pussy cub,  but you’re too tense. Come on, be a good boy and relax, and I promise you’ll like this…”
Having his tail-hole called a pussy should have been an alarm for the panting cub, but the werebat had done his preparation well enough and the by’s body was desperate for release to the point of ignoring common sense. They boy’s thoughts were no longer on what the males intended to do to them, nor did he realize that with every sweep of his tongue across the pink ring nestled between his sack and his tail Nagamal was growing harder, focused on the boy’s pucekr and the way it was slwoly loosening and yielding under the pressure of his tongue prodding at it.
Ribil wasn’t sue at what point he’d raised his legs,  but they were up now, gletting him see the way his toes were splaying and flexing and giving the grown male licking him even better access. Strong hands held his rump up, thumbs spreading his cheeks open and letting the tip of Naganal’s long tongue dip just a little bit past the pulsing ring. It was terryfing, and sickening tot hink anotehr male was pushign something inside him, but for some reason it was every bot as intense as having his cock, the little erection now making a mess of his tummy, suckled by the experienced male.
A strange mewl made him look to his right where Wadaari was laid out in the same position beside him. The Argonian’s strong scaled hands were holding up the boy’s pert feline rump as the long muzzle pushed between the cub’s cheeks so far that Wadaari’s little coinpurse was resting just above the reptile’s nostrils. Wadaari’s chest was heaving and his hands were flexing hard enough to make his claws slide in and out. If not for the hold the reptilian male had on him the cub would have been squirming, and Ri’bil was sure the hard, twitching erection bobbing above his friend’s belly had something to do with it.
A moment of distraction was all it took for the point to be driven home and for Nagamal’s tongue to drive past his rosebud. The cub let out a shuddering gasp as something slid inside his virgin ass, instead of just prodding and rubbing at his pucker. He started to writhe, to try and wriggle away but Nagamal just gripped his cheeks harder, throwing the boys legs to dangle over his shoulders as he raised the feline rump up.
The pleasure was intense and wholly unexpected considering the boy had never even touched himself back there, but with the pleasure came a sickening realization. The pubescent cubs didn’t have sexual experience but they weren’t ignorant, and knew why a male stuck his head between a female’s thighs. Nagamal had called it his ‘pussy’ and as his tongue drove in her was treating it like one. Ri’bil just wasn’t sure how far the treatment would go.
Worst of all was the way his body was yielding. Nagamal was pushing his tongue in enough for Ri’bil to feel his pucker spread as the piggish nose of the werebat touched his taut little sack. What confused him most of all was how hard his shaft was throughout all of this, the glans leaking pre against his still wet fur. But the erection he could see was less alarming than the one he couldn’t. He had little doubt that Nagamal was hard because he could spot Yelei-zaw’s shaft bobbing from between his scaled thighs as he lapped away at his friend’s ass. 
The idea that the two males might actually try and use them as females was disgusting and terrifying, and Ri’bil was shocked to realize that he’d be willing not only to once again suck the werebat’s cock, but to beg for the chance to do it. Nagamal was the first one to pull out of a Khajiit’s rosebud and Ri’bil realized that while he’d clenched his ring it didn’t seem to be closing as tightly as it had done just minutes before. The werebat had done something to him back there, and was leering as he feasted his eyes on his handiwork.
“Well boys, it’s time to learn the last part about negotiation – sometimes it gets more than just messy. Nothing personal, you understand, this is just business. You see, our business has been kind of slow, and it’s your daddy who’s to blame…” Nagamal said, taking position between Ri’bil’s legs as she stroked his cock while contemplating the feline boy laid out before him.
“Wha… what did he do to you?”
“He got everywhere first. Every crypt, every ruin, every mountain lair cleared out by the time we got there. Everything worth taking gone and nothing left for us but the cumbersome stuff like mediocre weapons and armor. The stuff the Dragonborn didn’t think was worth lugging after he filled his pockets with gems, scrolls and magic items.” Yelei-zaw explained, taking position between Wadaari’s legs and resting his cock right on top of the Khajiit boy’s small erection.
“And he closed down some interesting places, like Faldar’s Tooth and Craglsane Caverns. True, they were just a bunch of bandit cutthroats out there but at least the pit fights were something to do.” Nagamal said, putting one hand on Ri’bil’s hip and the other on his throbbing shaft.
“The point is, we never beat him to anything. Never got the chance to take something precious for ourselves. Until we ran into you. But don’t worry, we’ll take you back to Riften as promised. Or near enough. We’re just gonna take something very special first…” the Argonian said, emphasizing his point by sticking a finger slowly but smoothly into Wadaari’s freshly tongued ass.
“Don’t worry cub, you’ll be fine. A little messy and a little sore… fuck, taking a cock the first time’s gotta hurt… but you’re big boy’s aren’t you? Ready for real swords? Well if you don’t shy away from hard steel, why wimp out at the thought of hard meat?” the werebat said, bringing his glans up until it was rubbing against the center of Ri’bil’s slightly dilated rosebud.
 The cub felt powerless. He knew how strong those hands are, knew that lying flat on his back there was nothing he could do to stop Nagamal from doing whatever he wanted, taking whatever he wanted. If he tried getting violent with the bigger male, he couldn’t hope to accomplish anything but to take a beating before he took a rutting. A part of him insisted he should, that an injured body would hurt less than an injured pride, but before he could seriously consider lashing out at the leering adult both of them turned to face the remaining pair as Wadaari let out a sharp cry.
“W-wait! I want… I wanted Ri’bil to… to be the first to…” the cub almost whimpered out, his initial urgency dampened at the humiliation of admitting that he not only wanted to give himself to another male, but that he wanted his best friend to have the honor.
“Awwww, isn’t that touching? Whaddaya say, Yelei? Care to give the boy first crack at that tail? I don’t think he’d loosen your cub too much, not with this…” Nagamal teased, flicking Ri’bil’s cock that had wilted from fear at his impending penetration. Wadaari, for all his protestation, was still fully erect.
“The hell I will! Kid, if you wanted your friend to take your ass, you should have offered it to him. But don’t worry, after we drop you off you two can hump as much as you like. ‘Course, he’s gonna be a bit of a let-down after you feel what a real male feels like…” Yelei-zaw said, keeping one hand on the boy’s belly as he teased the cub’s pucker with his leaking tip.
“Heh, Argonains huh? Cold-blooded Hist-suckers, every last one of them. All right you horny bastard, at least have a little heart. Get your boy up here so they can at least hold hands while break them in…”
The reptilian male let out a hissing sigh as he picked the naked cub up off the stone ledge, laughing as Wadaari instinctively wrapped all his limbs around the Argonian with typical feline tenacity just to keep his weight from pushing him down on Yelei-zaw’s cock. He’d managed to avoid penetration, but as the reptile laid the boy down next to Ri’bil it didn’t look like either of them would keep their virginities for much longer.
“Here we go…” Nagamal said, grabbing each boy by the wrist and clasping their hands together. Wadaari squeezed down on his friends paw and flashed him a look that was mostly fear. Just not enough fear to make the cub loose his erection. “Now you be sure to tell your little friend how it feels…” the werebat said with a leer once he saw Yelei-zaw position himself and brace the boy just before his glans stared to dimple the glistening feline pucker.
Ri’bil watched as Wadaari’s ears folded and a wince forced his eyes closed. He couldn’t see the tip of the reptile’s cock pushing into his friend but if he craned his neck he could make out just how much of the Argonian’s cock was waiting to be sheathed in the squirming cub’s body. Wadaari was making strange mewling noises until his legs kicked out at empty air and he cried out.
“Nghhaaaaah! Please… it hurts!” he said, but got laughter instead of sympathy.
“Of course it hurts, cub. You’re losing your cherry, taking a man for the first time. But it hurts good, doesn’t it?” the Argonian asked, running a dull claw up from the whimpering cub’s coinpurse, along his erect cocklet and just under his leaky glans.
“Come on, you’re scaring your little friend, I can feel him tensing up…” Nagamal teased, prodding at Ri’bil’s dilated ring until the cub felt hot pre being squirted just inside his rear. “Come on, you obviously like it. Tell him how good it feels…”
“F-feels… t-tight. Fu-uuuuh!-ull…” the cub panted, flat on his back, panting and staring at the sky as the reptile holding his legs open slid himself in with exquisite sluggishness.
“And it’s going to get a lot fuller. This isn’t a kitten-cock, cub, you’re going to take a real male under your tail…” the Argonian boasted, a growl creeping deeper into his tone with every fraction of an inch he sunk into the boy.
“See how brave your friend is being? Then again, Yelei-zaw isn’t quite as big as I am. Then again little Wadaari isn’t the Dragonborn’s son. Can you be as brave as him? Well, let’s find out…” Nagamal said.
The moment his words tapered off Ri’bil could feel the sponge yet firm glans poking at his pucker – teasing, threatening, keeping him wondering when the pressure against his ring would just mount up until he was forced to slowly yield and stretch. It came to an abrupt end when instead of just poking against him the werebat gave a buck of his hips and jammed several inches of his girthy cock into the stunned boy. Ri’bil yowled like a feral wildcat as pain shot up from between his cheeks, searing hot as his body tried to expel the invading length of the laughing male.
“Not much of a Thu’um there, cub. Let’s see what other noises we can coax from that muzzle…” Nagamal said, grabbing the boy’s limp cock with one hand as he held his hips steady with the other.
Ri’bil barely felt the confident grip on his tumescent shaft, barely felt the firm grip of Wadaari’s paw against his as his friend was slowly taking the Argonian’s glistening length. Nagamal started pulling out before Ri’bil’s pucker had relaxed and the boy could feel how firmly his ring was clinging to the werebat’s erection, shamed that he must look as if he was reluctant to let him go. Once it was only the glans planted inside the tightness of his virgin ass, the werebat slid himself back in, slowly but without mercy or tenderness as he reclaimed the cub’s no longer virgin tailhole.
“Nghhhaaaahhhh!” Wadaari groaned, making Ri’bil turn his teary gaze towards his friend in time to see the Argonian’s hips coming flush with the cub’s ass. 
At some point Yelei-zaw had thrown his friend’s legs over his shoulders, ensuing that the boy’s pert ass was lifted at just the right angle to take every inch the reptile was sporting. It also meant that Ri’bil could see his friend’s toes flexing and curling, making him wonder if he was going to wind up doing the same. Right now the thick cock invading his ass felt painful and uncomfortable, and it disturbed him to think that he might wind up like Wadaari – hard as a nail and leaking on his bellyfur as a leering male used his ass as if it was a pussy.
“Go on, tell your little friend how it feels…” Nagamal said as Yelei-zaw just hissed happily and ground his hips against the panting cub.
“D-deep… it’s… he’s…” the boy panted but couldn’t do better than that. His adolescent cock was twitching above his lower belly and leaking so hard Ri’bil might have thought his friend was wetting himself if not for the distinct viscosity of every clear drop leaving the pink tip.
“See, he likes it? Why not try and enjoy yourself like your little friend, hmm? You’re going to make me look bad if you stay limp and miserable…” Nagamal teased.
“Maybe I’m just better than you? It’s not all about size, bat-brain!” Yelei-zaw insisted, slowly sliding in and out of a moaning Wadaari.
“I’ll make this cub purr, just gotta find the…” Nagamal insisted, but a sudden meow from Ri’bil and a flex of the boy’s half-hard cocklet interrupted him. “There it is! Come on kitten, meow some more for me…”
Ri’bil bit his lip to keep himself from making more embarrassing noises and closed his eyes so that he wouldn’t have to look at the way the werebat was leering at his body. Or his body, for that matter. It was humiliating to see just how small he looked next to the tall adult, how embarrassing it was to have his legs spread, his erection stirring as it was played with and the nipples on his flat chest sticking out as the glans moving around inside him kept grazing a sensitive spot he’d never even imagined he had.
He felt his cock stir to life in the werebat’s grip as Nagamal wriggled his thumb along the underside of his glans, felt his little stiffy somehow flex every time the cock probing his insides struck that weird spot. It was also helping him relax, at least to the point that a grown male’s cock up his ass felt uncomfortable and sore rather than painful. True to his word, Nagamal wasn’t trying to hurt him, because Ri’bil was aware that if the tall muscular werebat really gave into his desires and took him like he’d take a female, he’d be in pain and in trouble.
The leering werebat seemed interested in actually making Ri’bil enjoy his deflowering, and as humiliating as it was the cub figured he’d at least be able to pretend it didn’t happen once these two were done with him and Wadaari. The thought of how this would finish made the young cub grimace, knowing full well that even if he himself didn’t cum he’d be forced to take the werebat’s seed. Swallowing half his load had been bad, and watching the other half spurt from the bulbous cockhead and all over his face was worse, but the idea of feeling another man’s seed spray deep under his tail and leak out of him once the werebat pulled out made the cub wince.
He wasn’t sure Wadaari felt the same. Maybe it was because the Argonian was somewhat smaller than Nagamal. It certainly wasn’t because the reptile was being gentle. Yelei-zaw had both hands wrapped around the skinny legs resting against his chest and shoulders and was pumping freely against the cub’s small rear almost hanging past the edge of the rocky outcropping they were resting on. The dark-furred boy’s erection was slapping up and down as the motion of the mating moved him back and forth. There was also something disturbing and distant in the gaze of the other cub, something he’d never seen in the eyes of his life-long friend.
“Come on boy, give your friend a kiss. Help him pretend it’s you taking his ass for the first time…” the Argonian said, and a moment later Ri’bil felt Nagamal palm the back of his head and push his face towards Wadaari’s.
The dark-furred cub didn’t need to be forced. Ri’bil wasn’t sure if all sense had been rutted out of his friend’s mind or if the other boy really wanted this. Both their muzzles were parted as the boys panted while their tails were pumped, but it was Wadaari who slid his tongue out and pushed it past his friend’s lips. Ri’bil was stunned into inaction, since unlike his friend he hadn’t fantasized that his first kiss would be with another boy. But it was still his first kiss, and with pain giving way to arousal Ri’bil found himself returning it.
“Fuck, just look at these two little sluts. Bet they’re gonna be humping like crazy from now on…” Nagamal said, releasing Ri’bil’s head and grinning as the boy did nothing to break the kiss he was sharing with his best friend.
“Yeah, but are cub-cocks gonna be enough? Wouldn’t be surprised if these little pussies started lifting tail for real men…” Yelei-zaw growled lustily, punctuating the point by driving his cock in hard, reaching places inside Wadaari’s tight ass Ri’bil couldn’t hope to reach for years to come.
The muscular reptile leaned over the dark-furred cub, placing his clawed hands on the rock and nearly bending the slinky feline double. Wadaari broke their kiss with a whorish moan as the reptile used the leverage of this new position to really drive into the now loose boy. The cub’s eyes rolled as Yelei-zaw rutted him with short, powerful strokes, his scaled sack slapping against the underside of the Khajiit boy’s tail as it threatened to empty itself any minute. Moan followed moan as Wadaari’s tail lashed behind him, each one higher and higher in pitch.
“That’s it kitten, squirt your cream. Milk me you little slut, or I’ll rut your tail off!” the reptilian male growled, and with a final keening wail Wadaari did just that.
Ri’bil caught sight of his friends cock, slapping wildly against his stomach as he was rutted and throbbing until the slit at the tip started gushing white. It wasn’t like when the Argonian had jacked him off into a climax that had him squirting through the air at his friend. The white goo seemed to be oozing out, pumped by the wild thrusts of the scaled male using the boy like a cheap whore. Rather than being squirted, the thick gooey spunk was flung by the wild bouncing of Wadaari’s cocklet, leaving both him and Yelei-zaw a mess.
“That’s a good kitty. Here’s your milk, cub, make sure you milk every…hggghh!- drop!” he said, driving in hard into the boy and coaxing a pained yowl from the feline still writhing from his own climax.
Ri’bil turned away, unable to watch his friend’s face as he was claimed by the groaning male pumping a load under his tail. His ears were folded down but he could still hear the strange noises Wadaari was making, the ones that started out shocked but had tapered into something resigned and submissive. He was jolted back to his own situation when he felt hips slap against the backs of his thighs as the werebat finally managed to work all of his cock in.
“Feel that boy? Feel that up… here?” he gloated, pressing his thumb an inch or two under the panting cub’s belly-button. Ri’bil stayed silent, but it felt like the male’s cock was at least that far inside him. Every thick inch throbbing and pulsing as the leering male savored his triumph. “Don’t worry kitten, now that I’m in this tight little ass to the hilt it won’t take long until you’re making those happy little noises. Fuck, I bet I’ll even get you to purr you little slut…” he said, grabbing the boy under his knees and pushing his legs up and back.
Ri’bil’s eyes rolled as the werebat pulled himself out, inch after thick slick inch sliding past his clinging pucker until it was little more than the swollen glans left inside. It had taken minutes for the male to force his young body to adjust, but now that it was done he was through being gentle. A second, maybe two was all it took for Nagamal to force every last bit of himself into the yowling boy, his cock flexing once it was once again buried in the warm snugness of a virgin cub.
“Come on boy, tell your friend how it feels to get fucked by a real male...” the werebat growled, once again pulling out slowly only to drive in hard enough to push Ri’bil back along the stony ledge.
“Ghaaaahhh! P-please…”
“I didn’t say ‘beg’, cub! Tell him how much you love my cock!” the werebat growled, never slowing or faltering in his pace.
“It… it’s big…” Ri’bil whimpered.
“And your kitty-pussy is –nghhh!- so fucking tight! It’s like you’re milking me already. Is that it cub, you desperate to get bred just like your friend?”
“N-nhooo…”
“Don’t lie to me, boy. If you don’t like it, than what’s that flopping around?” he said, pointing with his eyes.
Ri’bil realized that Nagamal wasn’t stroking him anymore, but his little pink cock was as hard as a rock as it bobbed up and down against his stomach. He didn’t want this, but every time the monster stuck under his tail moved it would rub or graze against that spot and drive the boy closer and closer to a humiliating orgasm. He could hear Wadaari still catching his breath next to him but couldn’t bear to look at his friend. He remembered the face the dark-furred boy had made while getting fucked to an orgasm and didn’t want his friend to see him like that.
“That’s it little slut. Come on, kitty, lemme see you squirt…” he said. One of Ri’bil’s legs was released as a hand moved down, a thumb pressing at a spot just under his taut little sack. He had no idea why, but having that spot rubbed pushed the boy over, and he looked down in shock to see his cock betraying him, the purplish head swelling as thin ropes of thick Khajiit spunk were flung across his belly.
“Managed to drain you cub. Now it’s time to fill you back up!” The werebat said.
His hands moved faster than Ri’bil could follow, folded wings swishing in the air like a cloak as his knees were grabbed and pulled together before he was swung to the side. He was now lying facing Wadaari, with Nagamal pushing his knees up so that he was almost in a fetal position. It gave the male an even better angle, and with a lusty growl the lycanthrope began to thrust savagely into the squealing, mewling boy.
Ri’bil was still recovering from his climax and the sensation of his young prostate getting pummeled drove any restraint from him as he whimpered and mewled while getting buggered like a dockside skooma-whore. He was dimly aware of Wadaari whimpering as the Argonian finally pulled a soft cock from his ass, his ears flicking at the squelch of seed rushing from the other boy’s gaped pucker. Even for failed to muffle the slaps of Nagamal’s hips against his rear, his whole body bouncing as the werebat’s thrusts grew brutal.
He could feel the cock claiming him start to twitch, and gasped when he felt his already stuffed insides being filled by spurt after spurt of the older male’s seed. Nagamal barely slowed down his pace, his grunts failing to mask the obscene sounds of fresh cum being churned out of the whimpering cub’s ass. With a final thrust the werebat forced himself to the hilt into his freshly bred cub, groping the boy’s ass as he let the last of his seed drain into the snug confines of the kitten’s tail-hole.
“Finally…. nghhh!... finally beat that bastard to something…” Nagamal groaned, savoring the sight of the boy’s taut ring pulsing around his thick cock before he caught a low, quiet growl behind him.
The two adventurers turned around, the werebat doing so with such speed that his cock made an audible pop as it slipped from the panting cub. The initial impression Nagamal got was that it was a sabre cat behind them, but as he looked up at the figure standing on a ledge and peering down, he realized he wasn’t far off. The Khajiit was one of obviously legendary stature, his identity easy to guess even before the eyes beheld the dragonscale armor covering the4 muscular body, or the dragonbone swords resting on each hip. The feline eyes bore holes into the two naked males before a lip curled in a half-smile that carried no hint of joy or amusement…