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Note: This story takes place on a fictional planet far in the future. Two spaceships with colonists were originally sent to an Earth-like, uninhabited planet but arrived 2 millions years apart, thanks to a technical malfunction with one of the ships. The second ship arrives on the planet to find that there is no trace of the original human colonists but, in the intervening millennia, the domesticated livestock have all evolved into anthropomorphic, sentient beings. The planet is divided among the various clans of animals and the humans have to fight to regain control.

Each clan has unique traits that hearken back to their forebears. For example, rats are crafty and intelligent, cattle are strong and hard-working, dogs are loyal but not too bright and rabbits…Well, rabbits are unique. Being comparatively small and weak, they lack brawn but make up for it with stealth and trickery. They seek to stay out of the fray but find this increasingly difficult as the human war of conquest presses against their borders. The most skilled among the Rabbit Clan are called impostors, mages who are skilled at mind control, seemingly able take on the characteristics of any human or animal without being detected.

For those of you who are fans of my story, Brotherhood, this one will surprise and delight you with some fun improvisations on that story’s themes.

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Themes: Mind control, clueless, cock growth, cock shrinking, muscle growth, dumber, humiliation, straight-to-gay, dominance/submission, transformation, masculinization/feminization, neutering, human-to-minotaur as well as other human-to-animal transformations, and much more!

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Chapter 1

Ortega witnessed the whole thing. He was standing guard at the entrance to the palisade around the camp when the impostor, Skye Thorne, appeared out of nowhere before him. Wearing a tattered black cloak, his face was hooded. It was twilight and the cloak helped him to blend into the shadows but, even so, it was truly astounding how he appeared out of thin air. Only the casual flapping of the hood around his face gave him away.

“Hold!” Ortega shouted, gripping his spear. Calling over his shoulder, he shouted, “Bring the dogs!”

Skye held up his hand. “I mean no harm to the Monkey Clan. I come as an ally. Or at least as an accomplice.”

Ortega grimaced at the use of the term, Monkey Clan. “We’re humans, not monkeys!”

“As am I,” Skye replied, unruffled. “But that still makes me a monkey, doesn’t it?”

The arrival of the dogs forestalled Ortega’s angry retort. Hauled by Sergeant Billings, they strained at their leashes, noses wuffling the air, taking in the foreigner’s scent. Skye stood still, his face still shadowed by the hood but something about his demeanor betrayed his distaste.

Brutus, the bigger of the two dogs, lowered his head and sniffed around Skye’s ankles. “Well?” Billings demanded, tugging on the dog’s leash. Brutus’ thick frow furrowed and he snarled, “Hoo-man.”

“You sure?” Ortega prompted.

Brutus nodded, his heavy, iron collar clanking around his bull neck. “Yeah, he hoo-man.”

“Is this really necessary?” Skye demanded. “I would have killed you all by now if that had been my intention.”

Ortega and Billings exchanged worried looks, belatedly taking in Skye’s telltale black cloak and hood. Only one clan wore such cloaks, the Rabbit Clan. Renowned for their skill in the dark arts, the Rabbit Clan was home to some of the most skilled impostors known to humans. Indeed, it had been two of the Rabbit Clan’s stealthy impostors who had sneaked into their camp three nights ago and taken their leader, Manolo Greco, captive.

“You’re from Black Warren?” Ortega asked. “And you’re human?”

“Yes to both questions.” Skye sounded bored.

“But…how? There are no humans in the Rabbit Clan.”

“Do you really want my life’s story? Here? Now?” There was no doubt about it, Skye was not only bored now but also annoyed. “Every minute we waste here is one minute off your Captain Greco’s–and my teacher’s–lives. Now, who is in charge here?”

As the senior officer, Billings outranked Ortega. “I’ll get Villanova. You stay here with…him. And keep the dogs on him!”

Ortega nodded, accepting the leashes from Billings. He yanked hard, pulling Brutus and Cletus over toward Skye. The two dogs scrambled on two legs before dropping down again onto all fours. While nominally bipedal, dogs still preferred to romp around on four legs. They growled, the hackles on their thick necks rising, as they prowled around the young man.

“You keep them on leashes?” Skye asked, kneeling down and holding out his hand for Brutus to sniff. The dog growled menacingly but then surprised Ortega by rolling over onto his back and exposing his belly. Skye rubbed his striated abs, clearly visible beneath the dog’s short, bristly fur. Brutus was a pitbull with a stocky body and muscular but distinctly bowed legs. His face was pug-nosed, jowly and deeply scarred from numerous fights. His beady eyes stared adoringly up at Skye, though, as the boy continued to rub his belly.

“Careful,” Ortega warned. “He likes you. He really likes you.”

As if on cue, Brutus’ big, ugly, slimy penis thrust out from his furry sheath. The dog writhed happily on the ground, licking Skye’s hand and whimpering like a puppy. Ortega curled his lip and looked away. He couldn’t believe Brutus was behaving like this!

“At least you didn’t neuter him,” Skye murmured, ignoring the dog’s erection and scritching behind one of Brutus’ tiny ears. “That’s something.”

“Not my idea,” Ortega grumbled. “Captain Greco wouldn’t let us.”

“A paragon of virtue among the monkeys,” Skye drawled sarcastically. He fondled the heavy collar around Brutus’ neck, asking the dog, “Does it hurt you? Isn’t it too heavy?” He worked his fingers beneath the metal, wrinkling his brow when he felt the deep furrows worn into the dog’s fur.

Brutus shook his head, still writhing happily on the dirt at Skye’s feet. “No hurt. Like it. Like my collar.”

Skye seemed taken aback by this and Ortega laughed, “See? Dogs serve humans. Even they know that.”

“Racists,” Skye spat. “Nothing but racists!”

“We’re not racists,” Ortega explained patiently. “You can only be a racist against other people. Dogs aren’t people. Only humans are people.”

“Clearly, we differ on that,” Skye muttered.

Ortega could feel himself getting hot under the collar of his leather harness. “Look, maybe your time among the rabbits has addled your brain but last time I checked it was the humans who controlled this empire.”

“For the moment,” Skye added darkly before straightening. Brutus sat up on his haunches, wagging his stubby tail as Captain Villanova approached.

Villanova was a handsome, young man not much older than Ortega. With long, black hair and a close-cropped black beard, he had been Captain Greco’s second-in-command, now promoted to captain after Greco’s abduction. Villanova and Ortega were on friendly terms because they’d grown up in the same village and their families were allies. He clapped Ortega on the back before holding his hand out to Skye.

“Greetings to the Rabbit Clan!” he called out, taking the young man’s hand and squeezing it warmly. “What brings you to our camp?”

Skye returned the handshake but didn’t deign to lower his hood, a sign of disrespect that annoyed the already annoyed Ortega to no end. He could abide the young guy’s judgmental views on the place of humans in the hierarchy of the animal kingdom but he would not tolerate him being rude to his captain. He reached out and grabbed Skye’s hood, yanking it down.

“Ortega, don’t–,” Villanova warned but he was too late.

Ortega found himself staring into the wide, green eyes of a young boy who appeared to be scarcely older than fifteen. Skye blinked back at him, lowering his long, auburn eyelashes demurely before fixing Ortega with those beautiful eyes. Ortega’s mouth fell open. He was completely transfixed. He’d never seen a youth so lovely.

Villanova hurriedly pulled the hood back over Skye’s head, chastising, “Ortega! You idiot! Don’t you know anything about the Rabbit Clan! You never, under any circumstances, look them in the eyes!”

Ortega was still frozen, his mouth working up and down. After a long time, he finally managed to stammer, “I-I-I’m sorry, Sir. I-I-I didn’t know.”

“Go to your tent.” Villanova pointed to the interior of the compound. “Now, Private.”

Wide shoulders falling, Ortega started to obey but Skye stopped him. “It’s Ok, Captain Villanova. He can stay. He didn’t know.”

“But he’s–,” Villanova was taken aback by the boy’s insistence.

“It doesn’t matter.” Skye laughed, a pleasant, throaty sound that for some reason sent shivers down Ortega’s spine. “Maybe it’s a good thing? If I am to help the Monkey Clan, I need a bondmate.” He looked Ortega up and down appraisingly. “He looks like he’ll be suitable. Big, strapping and strong as an ox,” he brazenly reached out and cupped Ortega’s package–on display in the studded pouch of his leather jockstrap–and squeezed, “but not castrated like an ox, I see. So, maybe more of a bull?” He laughed and, to Ortega’s undying humiliation, Villanova and Billings joined in. Skye dropped his hand but not before swatting Ortega playfully on the bare buttocks. Ortega ground his teeth, face turning red. He was seething with outrage at being treated like a piece of livestock by this ridiculous rabbit wannabe.

“It’s settled then,” Villanova chuckled. “He’s yours. But, before he moves into your tent, perhaps you can tell us what brings you here?” He jerked his chin over at Sergeant Billings. “Billings said that you want to help us rescue our captain?”

Skye nodded. “I do.” He paused, adding, “Forgive me, my lord, but I’ve forgotten my manners. My name is Skye Thorne. I’m an apprentice to Teacher Waldus. Lord Cromwell is holding Waldus captive along with your Captain Greco.”

“Waldus,” Villanova repeated in an awed tone. “But…how? How did Cromwell capture him? Waldus is the most powerful impostor in the Rabbit Clan!”

Skye shrugged his slim shoulders. “I don’t know. But I do know that he did it. And he used Waldus to blackmail my fellow impostors. It was Waldus’ apprentices who orchestrated Captain Greco’s abduction.”

At this point, Ortega could no longer remain silent. He was still seething at being treated like chattel by Skye and felt compelled to chime in, “If your…associates…abducted Captain Greco, how can we trust you?”

“Ortega!” Villanova shouted but Skye held up his hand.

“It’s a fair question, Captain.” He paused, choosing his next words carefully, “I was…away…when Cromwell managed to capture Teacher Waldus and blackmailed my compatriots.” He shrugged. “I found out about it after I returned. Now I’m the only impostor of journeyman rank left in Black Warren so it falls upon me to find and save my teacher and his apprentices. Being human, I lack the skill of a true impostor but I possess enough aptitude, I believe, to get the job done.”

Ortega immediately knew he was lying but Villanova took in the teenager’s words, mulling them over. After a while he said, “You seem quite young to be a journeyman and you say you’re truly human?” He turned to Billings who in turn looked at Brutus. The dog nodded, tongue lolling out of his mouth. His erection was still quite visible between his bowed legs as he gazed up at Skye lovingly.

Skye exhaled softly beneath his hood. “I look younger than my years, Captain. And, yes, I am human.”

“But you’re a disciple of Waldus,” Villanova reasoned, “so you must be good at your craft. Would you mind demonstrating for us?”

Skye lifted his hands. “I muddle through. As a monkey, I’ll never be as good as a rabbit but I get the job done. And, yes, I’m happy to show you. Would you mind returning to your tent and telling your men to stand on high alert? Once everyone is armed and ready, I will infiltrate your camp and attempt to take you hostage…much like my fellows did three nights ago.”

“Captain, you can’t–” Ortega protested but Villanova cut him off.

“Silence! You go pack your things. If what young Master Skye says is true and he can help us, you will stay in his tent from now on.”

“But, Captain!” Ortega’s cheeks were burning beneath his short, brown beard.

“That’s an order, Private!” Villanova’s eyes were blazing with fury at Ortega’s insolence. He pointed toward the large tent that served as the camp barracks. ”Now go.”

“If I may, Captain,” Skye interrupted, placing his hand lightly on Ortega’s wrist. Ortega flinched. The boy’s touch was electric, sending a jolt through his body that traveled like lightning down to his…He cleared his throat, shifting uncomfortably as he felt his cock stiffen in the cup of his jockstrap. Oblivious to Ortega’s growing arousal, Skye continued, “I think it’s better if he stays. As my bondmate, he’s now immune to my stealth abilities and as such can bear witness to my actions. I believe it’s important that someone watch me so they can report to the rest of the company what they see.”  

He lifted his hand off of Ortega’s wrist but the damage had already been done. His cock was as stiff as a board. Well hung by any standards, Ortega’s cheeks flamed crimson as his thick cockhead thrust up and out of the top of his belt. He immediately dropped his hands over himself but not before he caught the glint of Skye’s amused gaze beneath his hood. The boy winked and Ortega’s shoulders drooped as he withered with humiliation. He was no fag! What kind of sorcery was the boy using on him? It wasn’t fair!

“Very well.” Villanova was blessedly unaware of the charge crackling in the air between Skye and Ortega. He turned to Ortega, eyes cold. “You may stay and watch.”

Ortega lowered his head, feeling his hard cock softening now that Skye was no longer touching him. Slowly, his foreskin slipped back over his fat glans. His cock shrank back under his belt and slithered like a bloated worm into its lair, the cup of his jockstrap.

While Billings and Villanova shouted orders and the camp readied itself for Skye’s attempted infiltration, Ortega stood there, clenching his jaw and trying to keep his large, muscular and very bare buttocks out of Skye’s view. For the first time since he’d joined the company, he found himself questioning the wisdom of requiring guards to wear jockstraps and harnesses while on duty. The lack of armor supposedly rendered some protection against rabbit impostors but clearly it hadn’t worked three nights ago when Vasquez had been abducted. He’d never thought much about being basically naked in public but now that he’d been humiliated by the strange, gay urges that Skye’s touch elicited in him, he wanted to cover himself up in the worst way.

Seeming to read his thoughts, Skye mused, “It does help, actually. We have a much harder time fooling monkeys when they’re naked…or mostly naked.” He laughed, smiling beneath his hood. “But it’s not completely effective. A skilled impostor can even infiltrate a monkey orgy if they have enough training.”

“How did you know what I was thinking?” Ortega demanded. “Can you read my mind?”

Skye seemed amused by the question and pulled back his hood, gracing Ortega again with the full view of his face. Ortega’s blood started racing at the mere glance at the boy’s otherworldly beauty. “You and I are now bonded, Monkey. All it takes is one look. Don’t you know anything about rabbits?”

Ortega was flushed and having difficulty breathing. All he wanted was to keep looking into Skye’s clear, green eyes but somehow he managed to find the inner fortitude to resist. He studied the ground at his feet, heart thumping in his chest.

“But you’re not a rabbit,” he insisted. “You’re human. Like me. How is it possible?”

“I was raised as a rabbit,” Skye explained. “They taught me their secrets.” He smiled, dazzling Ortega even though he wasn’t looking directly at him. “But I have to thank you for freeing me. Now that I’m bonded to you, I don’t need to wear this hood.” He laughed, the sound of which caused Ortega’s heart to sing. “Although it’s better to stay hidden. Unbonded humans will only see a blurry outline of my face.” He winked slyly, “Only you get to see the real me. Aren’t you flattered?”

“I hate you!” Ortega hissed but the truth was he was flattered…and turned on. He shifted, feeling his cock stir once again in his jock.

“READY!”

They looked up to see Billings waving at them from the center of the camp. Skye nodded to Ortega, eyes dancing, and slipped the hood back over his face. The air seemed to shimmer around his body as he squared his shoulders and marched into the camp.

Ortega watched, mystified, as the boy slipped right past the lines of guards. The men gripped their spears, bristling in a phalanx formation but didn’t seem to see Skye at all. The cloaked figure strode purposely forward, making his way ever closer to Captain Villanova’s tent. Still undetected, he held open the flap and entered, emerging a few moments later with the bound and gagged Villanova. He pushed the struggling man before him, guiding him out of the camp. Coming to halt before the shocked Ortega, Skye removed Villanova’s gag and unbound his hands. 

He executed a graceful bow to Villanova, saying, “My apologies, Captain, for tying you up.”

In less than two minutes, Skye had done the seemingly impossible and abducted the human’s captain out from under their noses for the second time in three days.

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Chapter 2

Ortega was sulking.

The camp was in an uproar over Skye’s seemingly magical feat and everyone crowded around him excitedly asking questions. No one had witnessed an impostor in action before and the experience left them dazed and amazed. Captain Villanova was particularly interested in hearing more about Skye’s craft, but Ortega could tell his interest was more than just curiosity. The man stood too close to the boy and kept touching him, his eyes on fire with lust. It made Ortega’s blood boil and he stormed off to gather his stuff from the barracks tent.

That proved to be another humiliating experience for poor Ortega because word of his bonding to Skye had already spread to his fellow soldiers and they teased him mercilessly for being a faggot. While homosexual behavior was tolerated in the exclusively male regiment, they were expected to be discreet about it and limit contact to a furtive handjob in the dark. Actual full-on gay sex was taboo and anyone caught in the act was promptly banished…if he was lucky. If he was unlucky, he ended up gang-raped and beaten.

Ortega found himself tossed out into the mud, his belongings strewn haphazardly about him, while the other soldiers taunted and ridiculed him. Still clad only in his jockstrap and harness, he was forced to scramble around on his hands and knees with his ass cheeks spread behind him as he gathered up his gear. This only served to inflame his compatriots and he squawked in protest as his nemesis, Private Cullen, grabbed him by the waist and pretended to mount him.

He barely managed to fight off Cullen’s advances and scurried away, bruised and completely naked, as the men howled imprecations behind him. Stifling sobs, he wiped his tears off on the back of his hand. He couldn’t believe how quickly his reputation had plummeted. Only an hour ago, he was riding high as one of Villanova’s favorites, a total badass stud who had the respect and admiration of his comrades. Now he was a complete pariah, a joke, derided by everyone all because of Skye and his damned bonding.

How was he supposed to know that Skye was an honorary rabbit? The dogs had confirmed that the boy was fully human so Ortega could be forgiven for assuming that, as a human, Skye lacked a rabbit’s preternatural ability to force someone into bondage simply by looking at him. It wasn’t fair!

He pulled on a pair of trousers and a shirt, muddy from being thrown in the dirt outside the barracks, and squatted down beside the dog kennels, arms wrapped around himself. The evening was chilly and it was starting to rain lightly, exacerbating his bad mood. Teeth chattering, he watched as Villanova helped Skye set up his tent next to his own on the high ground at the center of the camp. They hugged when they were done and Villanova called out to the boy before leaving. Skye waved to him, settling down before an altar to the rabbit god, Strathan, and meditating. His tent looked cozy with a little brazier casting an orange glow over Skye’s handsome visage. Ortega scowled, shivering. He hated to admit it but he longed to join the boy in his tent. What was this foul curse Skye had put on him? With just one look, he’d succeeded in turning Ortega into his hopelessly devoted slave.

Beside him in the kennels, Brutus and Cletus were fucking. Brutus held the smaller dog beneath him, forcing his fat, slimy cock in and out of Cletus’ stretched-out hole. Cletus panted, splayed out like a frog beneath the hefty pitbull. They moaned and groaned happily the whole time but their amorous antics only made Ortega feel worse. He stalked off into the darkness.

He seriously contemplated leaving the regiment and heading back home. What good was he now that his reputation was permanently sullied? When he’d joined up with Greco’s men, he’d been full of hope. Greco’s cause was a noble one; he was the only legitimate heir to the throne after all. As the deceased king’s only son, he had a much better claim than Lord Cromwell who was merely a distant cousin from a much smaller, weaker kingdom. Ortega had eagerly signed on with Greco, intent on seeing his lord and captain restored to his rightful place as ruler of the empire of Nueva Esparta. He’d sworn his loyalty to the man, vowing to vanquish the upstart Cromwell at any cost.

Now, though?

Everything had changed three nights ago when Greco had been captured by Cromwell. Word was that the rabbit impostors had secreted him across enemy lines and he was being held in the impregnable Castilla de Nevarra. Even with Skye’s aid, any hope of retrieving Greco was slight. How could a single impostor–and a human one at that–penetrate the defenses of the castilla? It was one thing to fool a camp of fifty men for a couple of minutes and quite another to sneak undetected into the highly fortified castilla.

Cromwell was certain to have plenty of Blackguards protecting the place. Blackguards were monks who were trained to detect impostors. Previously loyal to the crown, the Blackguards had switched allegiances after the old king’s death and sworn themselves to Cromwell. Their defection had precipitated the civil war that now enveloped Nueva Esparta and threatened to spill over into the rival clans. Things were very precarious for the humans right now.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Ortega’s heart burned with the twin flames of hatred and vengeance. He knew–just knew!–that Skye had been lying to Villanova. Maybe as a result of the unholy bond he now shared with the boy, he could tell when Skye hadn’t been truthful with the captain. Yes, Ortega had definitely detected the foul scent of a lie when the boy said he’d been away when his teacher, the famed Waldus, had been abducted. There were other parts of his story that didn’t add up, too, and all this–plus the boy’s nefarious entrapment–only stoked Ortega’s ire.

What would happen if he killed Skye? Would that free him from bondage and free Villanova from his web of lies? Between the boy’s lies and his admittedly meager impostor abilities, it wasn’t like he offered that much hope anyway. Skye may have succeeded in seducing Villanova but, once he was dead, the captain would come to his senses and realize the boy’s promises were made out of air.

Yes, that was it.

He would kill Skye that very night.

Ortega smiled to himself, pleased with this plan. It was the only way he could see to restore himself into Villanova and the company’s good graces. Once Skye was dead, his hold gone and his lies exposed, Villanova would thank him and Ortega would be able to hold his head up high once again.

It was the only way. All he had to do was wait until the right time and strike.

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The opportunity to kill Skye and save Villanova from the boy’s designs presented itself sooner than he expected. He’d only just decided to assassinate him when he saw Skye sneak out of his tent and steal into the captain’s. Ortega sat up straight, alert. From the eldritch glow surrounding the boy’s body, he knew he was using his impostor abilities. The guards in front of Villanova’s tent didn’t even react when the boy opened the tent flap and entered the captain’s tent for the second time that evening.

The fucker! Ortega clenched his fists. He knew Skye was up to no good!

It was a relatively easy feat for him to approach the captain’s tent undetected. He was no impostor but he knew the camp and the guards well. Night had fallen and the place was mostly dark with only a few torches lit here and there. He was a big man but he could be stealthy when he needed to be and he made it behind Villanova’s tent after only a few breathless minutes. Once there, he had only to wait for one of the guards to step behind the tent to pee. 

He crouched there, straining to hear inside the tent but he could only make out low murmurs. What were Skye and Villanova up to in there? He stiffened when he heard a low moan. His face reddened. It was just as he’d suspected: Skye was seducing the captain!

Just then, he froze as he heard one of the guards, the burly Williams from the sound of his footsteps, take a break to relieve himself behind the tent. Ortega’s heart began to pound when he realized how high the stakes were. He had to knock out of the guard silently to avoid alerting the other guard and the amorous men inside the tent to his presence. He clenched his fists, springing onto Williams’ broad shoulders and immobilizing him with a quick chop across the throat. He held his hands over Williams’ mouth to mute the big man’s gurgle of surprise. Ortega’s aim was true, though, and soon Williams’ knees folded beneath his great weight and he collapsed. From there, it only took Ortega a moment to bind and gag him; Williams was effectively out of commission.

He scarcely had time to wonder at his treasonous actions when the other guard, Cullen, came around the tent to investigate Williams’ absence. This time, Ortega had no qualms about taking the guard down. He was still seething from being the literal butt of Cullen’s joke earlier. He took pleasure out of silently strangling the man until he lost consciousness, making sure Cullen recognized him as the culprit by moving into the dim light of a torch as the light in his eyes faded. He laughed to himself at the look of shock and betrayal written across Cullen’s ugly face.

He’d done it!

After the guards were tied up at his feet, he stared down at them in amazement. He’d never thought he’d actually succeed. Ortega was just a grunt who was competent with a spear and a sword but had never had any stealth training. He’d been acting on instinct alone and felt his heart swell with pride at his work. Maybe he wasn’t as much of a fuck-up as he’d feared? Maybe he really did stand a chance at taking Skye down?

He steeled himself, creeping purposefully around the tent. Even with both guards tied up, he knew he only had at most a half hour before someone noticed they were missing. The next pair of guards was slated to go on duty soon. He had to be quick!

Getting down on all fours, he slithered under the tent flap, hiding behind a row of crates holding the captain’s gear. Safely concealed, he peered out, craning his neck to see what was happening on Villanova’s cot. His eyes nearly popped out of his head at what he saw illuminated in the guttering lamp light.

Skye was naked–completely naked!–and perched on the reclining Villanova’s lap. The captain’s eyes were closed as he grasped the boy by the slim hips and eased him down onto his long, fat erection. Skye arched his back, reaching behind to part his surprisingly large, soft buttocks, and invite the man inside him. He moaned softly as Villanova’s cock pushed through his tiny, tight, pink rosebud. And then he was sinking down upon the full length of the captain’s sword, impaled like a spitted pig.

He paused, panting, after Villanova was firmly inside him and he was resting snugly on the man’s lap. Villanova opened his eyes, gazing deliriously up at the beautiful lad. “C-C-Can you let me see you?” he begged. “I want to see your full face just like Ortega can.”

Skye laughed, wriggling around on the captain’s pole and making the man whimper in ecstasy. “For you, Captain, I’ll do anything.” He leaned down and, parting his full, red, lips, kissed Villanova passionately. Villanova responded in kind and they rocked together, captain penetrating boy, moaning and groaning with ardor. When Skye pulled away, Villanova stared up at him in wonder, “So…beautiful! You’re more beautiful than any woman!”

Skye smiled, giggling, and commenced raising and lowering himself down upon the captain’s hard cock. Ortega watched the whole thing through the red haze of murderous jealousy. He clenched his fists, cock aching furiously in his trousers, as he watched the captain take the boy–his boy!–for his very own. He forgot all about not being attracted to other men as his heart split open, pouring out painful vitriol that burned like acid through his chest. It took all of his resolve not to get up and murder both the captain and the boy right then and there.

He was saved by the captain’s climax. Villanova opened his mouth and cried out, arching his back and holding Skye down upon him, as he orgasmed. Ortega could almost hear the man’s sperm as it shot out of his big organ and filled Skye’s rectum to overflowing. He gnawed on a knuckle when he saw it trickled out from the boy’s stretched-out hole and pool in the mass of Villanova’s black pubes.

Villanova sighed with contentment, smiling lazily up at his boy. “Thank you,” he murmured. “That was the best ass I’ve ever had.”

Skye smiled down at him but his expression darkened as the captain’s eyes fluttered closed. In a few moments, the man was snoring softly, apparently exhausted after his sexual gymnastics.

Without turning to look back at him, Skye ordered, “Come here, Ortega.”

Ortega jumped. How had he known he was there?

“I said, come here.” Overwhelmed by the compulsion to obey, Ortega stood on shaky legs, wobbling over to the cot where the boy held out his hand, wiggling his fingers, “Your blade. Now.”

Ortega fought hard but he couldn’t resist the urge to hand over his dagger. Skye accepted it, still straddling Villanova’s lap, the man’s cock still lodged deep inside him. As Ortega watched, helpless to move even a muscle under the boy’s command, Skye lifted the blade to Villanova’s throat. He pressed it into the soft skin and gritted his teeth, preparing to open it…

…but he couldn’t.

After struggling with himself for several long moments, he exhaled in exasperation. “Fuck! What the fuck is wrong with me? Why can’t I do this?” His narrow shoulders fell and he dropped the knife, reaching up to hold his face in his hands. Soon, his body was shaking as he tried to choke back tears. Finally, he sobbed, “Oh, Strathan! Oh, Camber and Deacon! Forgive me! I can’t do it!”

He teetered and would have toppled off of the cot if Ortega hadn’t caught him. There was a rude squelching sound as Villanova’s cock exited the boy’s gooey hole and then Ortega was cradling Skye in his arms. Bemused, he held him until the boy regained composure. Then he daubed at his red-rimmed eyes with his shirt while Skye favored him with a shy smile.

“You’re awfully good to me, Ortega,” he murmured, “for someone who came here to kill me.”

Ortega’s eyes widened. “How did you know?”

Skye’s smile turned sad. “We’re bonded, remember? I know your thoughts just as you know mine. We can’t ever lie to each other.” While Ortega processed this, Skye continued, “I guess it’s time I came clean since it looks like we’re going to be together for a while now. I was supposed to kill Villanova and make it look like you did it. I mean, it was the perfect setup! A murderous lover takes revenge on his captain for deflowering his bondmate. Everyone would have believed it.” He laughed bitterly. “The only problem is I don’t have the balls to do it.” He looked up at the heavens, face pained. “I thought I could break my oath to Strathan and kill Villanova to save my pupils, Deacon and Camber, but I can’t and now Lord Cromwell will make them pay for my failure. Oh, gods! What have I done?” He started to cry again but screwed his eyes shut, shaking his head violently.

“Your…pupils?” Ortega repeated, thoroughly confused. “But I thought you were a journeyman? Journeymen don’t have students.”

Skye looked up at him through his long, auburn eyelashes, his emerald eyes full of something that Ortega didn’t recognize. Was it longing? Remorse? Sadness? Maybe all three? Skye swallowed, “You knew I was lying when I told Captain Villanova that I was away when Waldus was abducted, right?” Ortega nodded and Skye continued, revealing, “I’m not a journeyman any more than I am a human, Ortega. I am Teacher Waldus. Cromwell didn’t abduct me, he abducted my students and is holding them captive until I murder Villanova and bring him his head.”

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