Bonds of Silver, Bonds of Gold 11: Sample (Part 3)

“Baron!” Mister Valentin jumped to his hinds, sending his chair skittering backwards and me to the floor. Only a fast paw at my shoulder kept me from falling onto my back as well. “You’re back. Early.” The lynx held out one paw as he squatted, fumbling for his breeches. “Listen, it’s—”

My master grinned and waved dismissively. “It’s what I told em to do.” He shoved the door closed behind him as he approached, then sat on the edge of the table to look down at me, drops of the sergeant-at-arms’ release slicking my fur. “Did he seem appreciative?”

I lowered my head, but not before letting my master see my smile. I licked at my muzzle, dabbing at a patch of drying desire on my chin with my tongue. “Yes, sir.”

The baron’s paw touched the back of my head and stroked my ears. “Good pet.” Turning his attention to Valentin, he let out a chuckle. “Over here, though? I’d have thought one of the couches would be more comfortable.”

The lynx let go of my shoulder and grabbed for his leggings. “It wasn’t expected.” He hastily tugged them upwards, then straightened his shirt. “Shouldn’t you still be at court? Sir?”

Even before the grumble was out of his throat, my master’s fingers tensed against my ears, which made me whimper slightly. He hastily pulled his paw away, then walked towards the back of the room. “Likely,” he admitted as he walked. “I’d just had enough of hearing people comment on Taneh, and eir absence, around the edges of my conversations.” He sighed and dropped heavily onto a seat. “You were right, it turns out. It won’t be a trend any time soon. Pity, that.” His claws snapped together loudly. “Taneh, heel. So, what is it you don’t understand?”

The lynx followed as I scrambled over to kneel in front of my master, putting my head in his lap as I had for his sergeant-at-arms a moment ago. “What motivates someone to do something like… that.” He dropped onto the other end of the baron’s couch. “Ey explained it, but it still makes little enough sense.” He held up a paw. “I asked.”

The baron’s paw, warm and gentle, stroked the back of my neck and shoulders. “It’s simple, really. Do you remember your squireship?”

The lynx chuffed irritably. “I remember envying the common troops; they got to sleep at night.”

“Fair,” the baron chuckled in response. “So, consider. I know Aunt Datsia trained you herself; did she ever deliberately try to trick you? Give you instructions you couldn’t possibly follow, hoping to make you fail?”

Mister Valentin groaned. “Often. Eventually I just learned to tell when she was giving an order she expected me to follow and when she was trying to trap me.” His paw touched my shoulder. “I still can’t always tell with Dion. That’s why I still don’t trust him. Speaking of which, Erik, when he gets back….”

“Yes?” The wolf’s petting paused. “What is it?”

The sergeant-at-arms paused, then shook his head. “No, nothing. Listen, we need to be ready for whatever he reports. I still want to go over that plan with you later tonight.”

“Oh, of course,” my master replied. “In the meantime, though, I was answering your question.” He leaned back on the couch. “Imagine for a moment that the whole world, and every single person in it, made you feel as you did when you were most confused. Imagine never knowing if what you’re doing is what you’re supposed to be doing. Imagine doubting everything you did, because you could have done something else. Imagine never having the assurance that you’re actually doing what’s right.”

Mister Valentin leaned forward. “No, I can’t say I’ve ever felt that way.” His voice was unusually quiet. “But I think I can imagine how someone who did might feel.”

My master smiled and shifted in his seat, his paws on his belt. He lifted his rump, then tugged down his own leggings. Patting his thigh, he wiggled a finger at me. “Forward. Lick.” Without waiting for more instruction, I did as commanded, leaning against the baron’s upper legs and sliding my tongue beneath his sheath, caressing the wolf’s sensitive orbs as I had the lynx before. He let out a groan and scratched the base of my ears with his claws. “This is easy. This is simple. This is an order to be followed. Following it becomes its own reward, that having made eir owner happy. If you behave well, you’re rewarded; if you don’t, you’re punished. You know what to do. You know what your role is.”

The lynx was quiet for a few moments after that. “Listen, Erik… it sounds like you’ve got a good idea of what slaves like Taneh want.” There was a silence after that, and then a paw on my side. “Ey was quite good earlier. Good training.” I blushed at the compliment, but my attentions were on my master’s sheath, the scent of his musk and the taste of his fur. His shaft was starting to respond to my attentions, and I shifted my focus there, drawing a fresh groan out of him.

“Ey’s a good pet, yes,” my master agreed. “Very well-behaved.” Hearing them talk about me as if I weren’t there was starting to inflame my needs again, and I squirmed between my master’s legs, whimpering softly as I licked. “Hear that sound?” My master chuckled, stroking a paw up along my ear. “Ey’s eager. Ey needs a bit of regular release, or else ey gets cranky. Care to assist, Valentin?”

“Assist?” The lynx sounded startled, but then chuckled in return. “If the baron wishes it, though I don’t think I’m ready for more.”

That made the baron laugh. “Ey’s quite good at that, yes.” His paw tapped my shoulder. “Taneh, up. One knee on the couch, rump down.” Reluctantly, I pulled my muzzle from my master’s groin long enough to rise from the ground, then quickly returned to my previous work once in position. In the position my master indicated, my sex was easily within Mister Valentin’s reach. “Just pet em,” my master said. “Ey’ll do the rest.”

Mister Valentin chuffed again, but there was humor in his voice as well as nervousness when he spoke. “Just… part of owning a pet, I suppose. Feeding, grooming, keeping them healthy.” I whimpered softly at his words, eagerly sucking my master’s shaft as the lynx’s fingers stroked over my sex. My tail twitched, and I began to rock my hips, pressing back against his fingers. He wasn’t as skilled as my master, but he was still encouraging. He parted my sex and caressed gently between them. “Ey is quite an eager pet, isn’t ey?”

My master panted a laugh. “Usually. Ey’s always glad for the touch, the chance to be intimate. I don’t think Taneh can take care of eirself; ey needs a little help from others for that, so ey’s always glad to earn your release, aren’t you, pet?”

I whimpered again, squinting my eyes. Part of me still wanted to rebel against the words, but with my muzzle around my master’s shaft and my tail in the air, rocking back against Mister Valentin’s fingers, I knew I was in no position to do so. “Yes sir,” I mumbled around the wolf’s shaft, caressing it eagerly with my tongue. With the lynx working his fingers between my paws and my master’s scent in my muzzle, it was hard to focus on anything else.

“Good pet,” my master crooned. “When you’ve given me mine, you may have yours. Fair, Valentin?”

The lynx laughed. “Ey will have earned it by that point, I think.” His fingers grew more insistent, pressing against the opening between my legs, but as I tried to rock back, he withdrew his paw. “Once the baron says it’s okay, Taneh.”

I whined in response and threw myself into my efforts, trying to narrow my thoughts down to my master’s shaft. My thighs ached, wishing to be filled, and it was easy to imagine Mister Valentin behind me, pressing himself against my legs, taking me as I suckled. I let out a moan, letting the images play out in my mind as I caressed the wolf’s flesh with my tongue. His panting quickly turned to whines as he tensed under my attention, before he let out a howl and pulled my muzzle down onto his cock, filling me with his seed. I pressed my lips to his shaft, shuddering in anticipation as I swallowed his offering.

Several seconds passed, during which my master did little more than pant and recover from his release. He slumped back against the back of the couch and moaned softly. “Oh, pet… you’ve done very well. Valentin, please?”

“Of course, sir,” the lynx replied. He slid one, then a second finger into me, drawing a moan out of me as he teased my nethers. “Ey’s done well, served eir master, and deserves a reward. This is how you’re supposed to treat good pets, isn’t it, sir?” His thumb slipped between my lips, caressing the sensitive flesh there. I bucked my hips, whimpering around my master’s still-hard shaft as I rocked myself back and forth, pushing myself closer to release. Mister Valentin’s movements were still a bit awkward, but he was gentle and insistent and before long I was panting as heavily as my master had under my efforts.

Mister Valentin wrapped his other paw around my tail and tugged, once, making me jump, then said quietly, “Now, pet.”

That was the only encouragement I needed. Tensing from eartip to toe, I gripped his fingers within me, feeling something give way inside. A flood of heat and warmth washed through me, and I cried out against my master’s cock, paws shaking as I tried to support myself as I released. A second wave passed in the wake of the first, and I sagged into my master’s lap, moaning weakly into my master’s sheath. My muscles trembled, and everywhere I felt warm and eager. Despite my climax, I felt ready for another, even as I closed my eyes and tried to curl up on the couch.

“You were right, Erik,” the lynx said as he rose, wiping his paws together. “Ey is pretty easy to understand when you explain it that way. You should go clean yourself and get back to court. I’ll see you here after supper so we can work up that plan.”

“Hunh?” My master lifted his head, then sagged back against the couch. “Yes, of course. Court. Up, pet.” He tapped me on the shoulder.

As I slid off of the couch and stood beside my master, the lynx waved and walked to the door. “I’ll have someone send fresh linens. I suspect you’ll need them.”