"...elp me move this, would you?"

Kloy recognized Minaz's voice as he walked towards the hall where they would be holding an informal meeting to go over feast details. He was early, but since his schedule had an odd opening, he'd decided it would be better to wait in the hall rather than his office. He was still a good distance from the hall itself, though.

"You think I can lift that?"

Another voice he recognized – his gieuls being early did not surprise him either, given his work ethic.

"Oh please," Minaz scoffed, "Don't pull your 'but I'm just a delicate waif' bullshit with me, Feyl. No one else is here, and it'll take two seconds."

Feyl sighed in reply, "Only for you, Min."

"I'm flattered, I am," she chuckled in return.

It took Kloy a few more moments before he reached the hall - quietly opening the ajar door enough to peek inside out of curiosity.

The physician felt his jaw drop at the sight he was met with - Minaz and Feyl moving a solid stone table at least fifteen feet long against the wall, in one smooth motion. The logical part of his brain knew there were those with deceptively lithe frames hiding significant physical strength - but he hadn't expected that to apply to Feyl.

"See? Two seconds," Minaz snorted as they set the table down.

Feyl had his back to Kloy, so the doctor missed his expression as he replied, "Yes, yes, you've made your point. Now I had better…"

Kloy felt his teeth click against each other as he snapped his mouth shut and plastered on one of his usual smiles when Feyl's eyes met his.

The valet froze mid-turn, expression briefly panicked before he smoothed it over with long court practice.

Minaz looked over from the reaction and grimaced, "Ah. Kloy, hey."

"Good afternoon," the physician said, stepping into the room and trying to keep his hearts from beating too fast. Ah, why did he have to witness such a thing with an audience?

"... afternoon," Feyl said neutrally, arms wrapping around himself and tail twitching uncertainly behind him.

Minaz hissed in a breath as she walked over as well, "Saw that, did you?"

"I'm afraid I did," Kloy replied, clasping his hands behind his back. He could understand his gieuls's hesitation - it wouldn't surprise him at all if previous sex partners had dumped the valet at discovering he was not, as Minaz had put it, 'but a delicate waif'. The physician would happily reassure his partner, if he weren't absolutely certain doing so would necessitate teeth and tongue and hands in places impolite for unrequested company.

Feyl frowned and glanced away.

Minaz sighed, then clapped the valet on the shoulder, "Well, secret's out, I guess - Feyl here is a lot stronger than he likes to pretend to be, but he likes to keep it to himself."

"I am the soul of discretion," Kloy replied with a hand over his hearts. He couldn't stop himself from asking, "But… if I might ask, how strong…?"

Minaz grinned - then changed her grip on the valet's shoulder before jumping up.

Feyl caught her in surprise - appearing easily able to hold a woman who looked muscular enough to carry a stone table aloft as he sighed, "Must you?"

"I mean," Minaz snorted, patting his head, "It's funnier when you pick up Jurao, but he's not here, so…"

Feyl rolled his eyes in response.

Finding out his partner could apparently lift someone over a foot taller than him and equally muscular to Minaz broke the last of Kloy's mental control.

Tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me tie me up fuck me-

"Unfortunately," Kloy said, ignoring the mantra in his own head as much as he could, knowing his smile was too wide, "I no longer believe I will be able to attend tonight - do give the King my regards."

Minaz arched her left brows as Feyl set her back on her hooves, "Yeah, sure thing."

Feyl's tail was twitching worse as he frowned, still clearly looking for some kind of real reaction from his partner.

Sorry, young man, Kloy thought, inclining his head to them before leaving the hall with carefully measured steps, I really don't feel like destroying my professional reputation by getting on my knees and begging to be fucked - but you'll see soon enough, I'm sure.

Walking with his cock urgently pressing against his genital slit was uncomfortable - gods, it had been too long since he'd had a partner that was that much physically stronger than he was. He'd slowed down over the centuries, especially with his increased workload as Royal Physician, and pretty overconfident valets were simply easier to come by during his usual routine.

"What was that about?" Minaz asked.

Kloy paused, then took a few steps back - she'd waited until he'd usually be out of earshot, if his pace wasn't… impaired.

Feyl made an uncertain grumble, "I don't know."

"... guess you'll find out," Minaz snorted, "Since you're courting and all."

"Once I check in with Jurao, I suppose I… should," Feyl sighed in return.

Kloy started walking again, pace a little faster in anticipation - yes, that should give him enough time to get to his suite and set up a bit.

Once in the privacy of his rooms, Kloy rushed through the reception room to his bedroom. His hands were nearly shaking in anticipation as he pulled his clothes off and tossed them onto the floor - ah, he really needed to calm down. There was no guarantee that just because Feyl was strong enough to manhandle him that he would be comfortable doing so - but Kloy was fairly sure he'd spied two braided roughplay bands for bondage in Feyl's suite, and it gave him hope the valet enjoyed both being bound and doing the binding.

The physician pulled on a light lounge robe, not even bothering with a belt to close it. He hadn't considered letting Feyl tie him up before because it was something he usually only enjoyed when his partner was physically much stronger than him - but now that he knew Feyl fit that category, the idea was very appealing.

In the chest at the back of his wardrobe, Kloy found one of his prized possessions - rope made from iron ivy, as strong as a metal chain and woven with spider silk for smoothness. It was likely the most expensive thing he owned - that didn't have a medicinal purpose, in any case.

He took the rope with him back to his receiving room, laying it out on the low table. He already had the sofa facing the door, as was his preference, so merely took a seat to wait. Kloy crossed his legs, clasping his knee with his lower set of hands and pressing the other pair under his chin as if in prayer.

It didn't take long.

Feyl used his key to open the door just enough to peek around it uncertainly.

"Please, come in," Kloy said, feeling his already too-wide smile widen a fraction more.

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His giuels did - softly closing the door behind him. Feyl's gaze swept up Kloy's body, then fell to the rope on the table.

"Have you ever tied someone up during sex before?" Kloy asked, unable to stop himself any longer.

Feyl's gaze traveled back up, and he said, "Oh. This hit you hard, didn't it?"

Kloy didn't reply, but he could feel the way his tail swayed behind him.

His partner hesitantly crossed the room, gingerly picking up the rope and running his hands over it - brows arching in surprise as he said, "I have. Any other… requests?"

The physician hoped his other requests weren't a deal-breaker as he replied, "When I'm being tied up and manhandled, I greatly enjoy being degraded."

Feyl pulled the rope taut with a loud snap.

Kloy wasn't even ashamed that the sound was enough to make him evert, his cock quickly dampening the front of his robe.

The valet smirked, all trace of hesitancy gone, "Well then, let's get started, shall we?"

Kloy felt light as a feather as Feyl pulled him to his feet, tying his upper wrists together expertly while his last free hand smashed up against his everted cock.

"Look at you - already wet and in the open like a slut," Feyl purred, "I'd bet you'd spread your legs for anyone able to swing a war hammer once."

Kloy gasped, leaning into the rough grip - yes.

Feyl scoffed, pulling the tie around his wrists taunt - then pushing the doctor down to his knees while holding his tied hands over his head. He put one hand on his hip and grabbed one of Kloy's horns with the other, saying, "If there's something a whore like you wants, you're going to have to work for it yourself."

Kloy couldn't remember the last time he'd been this turned on - it was making him lightheaded as he used his lower set of hands to untie his partner's belt. He pushed up the tunic beneath, more gratified than ever at the valet's aversion to wearing anything under it.

"Keep your filthy hands off my slit," Feyl ordered, jerking Kloy's head against his body by the grip on his horn and tugging his arms higher above his head, "And thank the gods your mouth is good for something."

Kloy eagerly licked at his partner's genital slit, hands used only to hold the valet's tunic out of the way. The man's cock was pressed tight against the entrance, belaying his delightfully harsh words, but that hardly mattered. The physician pressed his tongue against the firm, hot organ and tasted the saline build-up of cloacal fluid around it.

Feyl's grip on his partner's horn was like a vice - and he shifted his weight to press the flat front of his hoof into the bottom of Kloy's slit under his writhing cock.

The doctor groaned, his cock wrapping around the valet's ankle.

"Is this what the Royal Physician gets off to?" Feyl sneered, bucking his hips into his partner's face, "Being an obedient fucktoy? Getting tied up and stuffed like a common beast?"

Kloy moaned, mouth going slack so partner could evert right down his throat.

Feyl's grip tightened, keeping the doctor in place as his cock writhed, "Moaning for my cock down your throat - how many cocks have you sucked so that you don't even gag when one everts into you? Or is it that your throat is only good for fucking?"

His partner was pressing harder against the base of Kloy's slit, and the doctor whined as he started seeing stars.

Then Feyl pulled back, pulling Kloy to his hooves by the horn and shifting his grip on the rope to pull his arms back behind his head.

The physician stumbled at the sudden shift, but his partner held him steady.

Feyl pulled him down enough again to growl into his ear while grabbing his cock again, "Did you think I'd give you what you want for that pathetic display?"

Kloy shook his head as much as he could, feeling perfectly disgusting with Feyl's cloacal fluid mixed with his own saliva dripping down his chin. He was practically purring, rubbing his cheek against Feyl's and pressing into the grip around his cock.

Feyl let go of his horn, but only to bury his hand in the doctor's loose hair and jerk his head back. He licked a stripe up from the hollow of Kloy's neck before saying, "You think I want the mess from your cock-sucking mouth on my face?"

Gods, Kloy thought. He knew his partner could have a sharp tongue, but this couldn't have been his first time degrading someone - he was too good at it.

Feyl attacked the column of his throat while roughly tugging his cock for a few more moments before forcing him to turn around. He kept his grip on the rope steady as one hand grabbed the doctor's tail and the other two pushed him into bending over, "I shouldn't have to tell you how to move your hips, should I, old man?"

The physician ground himself back against his partner, whimpering at the press of the valet's cock against his ass. The usually playful jab was like the sharp press of a blade in the best of ways.

Feyl grabbed his lower arms, pulling them up to tie as well as he let Kloy buck back into him. He added a few more ties around the physician's arms to fully secure all four of them - then shifted to grab Kloy's hips and thrust against him with force, "Let's see how clever you can be without your hands, hm?"

Kloy gasped as Feyl's free hand grabbed his hair again and pulled his head back - one hand holding the rope securing his arms while the other two held his hips so hard he was sure he would still be sore by the end of the night. The thrusts weren't gentler - Feyl's cock sliding up and down the cleft of his ass between each one.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" his partner demanded, tugging on his hair and the rope together, "Of course you do. Your hips are shaking so badly for it," Feyl slapped his ass as he pulled back, grabbing his hip again as he rocked into him, "You'd think that was your job - Kloy, the Royal Cockhole."

Kloy let out a harsh breath, nodding fervently.

"Beg," Feyl said, lifting him back up to standing. The valet bit his ear, then repeated, "Beg for my pretty cock in your filthy ass."

"I want it," Kloy gasped, back to rubbing his ass against his partner's cock, "Please, p-please fuck me-"

Feyl pulled on his hair painfully, "Be specific."

Kloy moaned, "Please fuck my filthy ass with your pretty cock."

"How?" his partner replied, reaching around to squeeze the base of the doctor's own cock, "Tell me how I'm supposed to satisfy an insatiable cumbucket like you."

If it weren't for the grip, Kloy might have actually came - it really had been too long.

"Fuck me so hard," Kloy panted, "I can't breathe - shove your gorgeous cock so far into me you hit my lungs and your cum shoots out my cockhole mouth."

It was medically impossible, but the imagery was nice.

Feyl growled, biting his ear again before snorting, "Well, if that's really what you want…"

"It is," Kloy begged, squirming, "Please, please fuck my slutty ass with your beautiful cock."

His partner surprised him by releasing his hair and the rope - but only so he could get a good grip under his thighs and knees to hoist Kloy into the air with his legs spread sharply apart.

The physician forgot to breathe.

Feyl adjusted his grip to shove two fingers up Kloy's ass, pushing his genital slick inside as lubricant before spreading his hole apart enough for the tip of his cock to push into it. As his slick cock slid easily up the doctor's ass, writhing against his inner walls, Feyl used the hand that had spread his partner open to shove two fingers into Kloy's cloaca under his cock.

Kloy's head fell back as his body tried to arch, hindered by his hands tied behind his back.

"Were you playing with yourself before I got here?" Feyl asked, bouncing the doctor on his dick with the hands still under his knees while fingering his cloaca with the other and shoving a finger alongside his cock with his last free hand, "My cock slipped right in - were you gagging for it so badly that you shoved something up there just thinking about me fucking you? Fantasizing about my pretty, gorgeous, beautiful cock drilling into you like the whore you are?"

The doctor hadn't, but he nodded anyway, unable to get any leverage from the position.

"I'll bet your gaping asshole can take both forks of my cock," Feyl said, adding a second finger to stretch his partner's entrance open again, "A filthy fucktoy like you can take a cock down to the base, can't you?"

Kloy was nodding again, moaning as the valet added a third finger in his cloaca.

As promised, Feyl managed to get both forks of his cock into the doctor's ass - and started rocking him down to the base of it, fingers rubbing the internal underside of Kloy's own cock in tandem.

Kloy came with a shout, vision going white with the force of it.

Feyl grunted, needing to take a step back to brace himself - the squeeze around his cock causing him to cum only a few moments later.

Kloy sagged into his partner under him, feeling the warm spurts of cum up his ass in a sort of hazy but content detachment.

It took a few more moments of both of them panting before Feyl asked, "Do you think you can stand?"

"Not after getting fucked so hard with your pretty, gorgeous, beautiful cock," Kloy teased.

Feyl snorted and slowly shuffled back until he could sit on the couch, "You disagree?"

"No," the doctor chuckled, hissing at the soreness as his partner maneuvered him onto his stomach, "But I'm impressed you managed to get me to praise you even like this."

Feyl snorted as he went about carefully untying Kloy's arms, "I wasn't too rough?"

Kloy shook his head, sighing in relief as he let his arms fall down at his sides, "Not for my cock, though the rest of my body might disagree."

The valet snorted, top arms massaging his partner's shoulders as the bottom ones did the same for his back, "I'll keep that in mind for next time."

"I hope that's a promise," the doctor sighed again, enjoying the ministrations.

"Now that I know getting you to be submissive is as easy as picking you up," Feyl snorted, continuing his massage, "You should count that as a threat, old man."

"I look forward to it, young man," Kloy chuckled.

"Water?" his partner asked.

"Please," the doctor replied, "And the sedative on the counter."

"Prepared as ever, I see," Feyl mused, running a gentle hand through Kloy's hair before getting up to retrieve both.

Kloy chuckled again - ah, it was nice to have a dedicated partner.

Ergirri will laugh at me, the doctor thought, accepting the help to sit up and drink his water and preemptive sedative. He watched as Feyl went back to the kitchen to dampen towels to clean them both up - yes, it was definitely a boon to know his partner wasn't going to ignore the aftermath of a rough session.

When Feyl was done wiping them both up, Kloy prevented him from leaving with an arm around his neck, "Carry me to bed?"

"Really, old man?" Feyl replied - but as easily as before, scooped him up all the same.

"You are the reason I can't walk at the moment," the doctor replied, feeling a bit giddy about future possibilities. He was fairly certain he could have managed the walk to his bed, but he did so enjoy a strong partner.

"I suppose I can't argue that," the valet sighed, pulling the covers back before sitting on the edge of the bed to deposit his partner.

Kloy didn't release him, "Don't tell me you think you're leaving already."

"Why would you need me here?" Feyl snorted - but hesitated only a moment before letting Kloy pull him down onto the bed as well.

"I may need another glass of water," the physician replied, mostly just fond of post-coital cuddling, "Or to go to the bathroom."

Feyl rolled his eyes, but then closed them and relaxed.

Kloy chuckled, expecting the valet would be off by the time he woke, but happy to share warmth as he dozed off.

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