The Faalsworn wilderness was aflutter with wildlife flying and running between its tall trees. Every day here was accompanied with the pleasant soundtrack of birds chirping and flapping their wings. Johnathan “John” McReed III, a gruff 32-year-old fox man, had just left Eifi’s hold after shopping for supplies. He was a hardened man with decades of experience living in the wilds. With his blade and rucksack in tow, he was on his way to Maalkarth 10 miles north from Eifi.

	In the distance, John could see a carriage surrounded by clamoring townsfolk. He had no idea what they were doing out in the middle of nowhere, but he decided to investigate. As quickly as he walked up to the commotion, almost every person had dispersed up and down the dirt path. The last person to leave was a fat bear man with a shady grin on his face. He was holding a leash attached to a naked preteen fox boy’s neck. “C’mon, boy. We’s gonna have lots o’ fun at my place.” He said. He yanked on the leash and led the boy behind him into the woods.

	A man in Eifi’s signature blue armor was running the show here and greeted John. “Ah, welcome, good sir! We’ve almost run out, but we still have one in stock.” The man said. He gave John a shady smile and patted his coin purse packed full of coins. “This one’s nine years old. He’s scrawny, but he’ll do alright on a farm or in your bed.” He said.

	John looked beside the man and saw a young black wolf standing with his hands bound above his head in shackles. He was completely naked and looked malnourished. Dried tears caked the fur around his eyes and his nose was running. How the boy managed to end up in this predicament interested John.

	“Hey, what are you doing with these kids? I thought slavery was outlawed in Faalsworn.” He said. As usual, he was putting his nose where it didn’t belong. He didn’t have intentions to save the boy either through heroics or paying the man off, but he was still concerned. His cousin had ended up in a slaver’s caravan ages ago, never to be seen again by his family. Seeing kids locked up as property was deeply concerning to him.

	The guard placed his hand on his sheathed sword’s handle. “You one of those bleeding hearts I’ve been hearing about? Listen, the boy’s scum. He ain’t a saint. ‘Ooh, lil’ boys are all precious souls that’d never sin!’” He said in a mocking voice. “This lad right here? He stole from a lord back in Efei. He’s right where he belongs.” He said.

	As John expected, he shouldn’t have taken the boy at face value. Still, he felt like this was cruel to do to a youngling. “Aye, that’s bad. But isn’t this taking things too far? Just kick the boy out to the wilderness or another hold. Don’t let him get torn apart by these monsters.” He said. His mind was screaming at him to continue on his way to Maalkarth, but he couldn’t turn a blind eye to this injustice.

	“Listen, mate. I’m doing them a favor and getting something in exchange. There ain’t no banishing for these lads. King Geoffrey don’t hold trials for no one, let alone brats. Right to the chopping block, no matter the offense.” The guard said. He took one last drag of his cigarette and smothered it underneath his boot’s dusty heel. “So these kids end up in the mines or some nonce’s bed, so what? They get to live, don’t they?”

	The guard didn’t even try to hide how morally corrupt he was. He could just as easily set these prisoners free in the wilderness, but money was more important to him. John turned his attention to the imprisoned boy one last time. The wolf looked at him and gave him a weak smile. In the boy’s mind, he was finally about to be saved. He’d just have to hold out a little longer.

	John looked back at the impatient guard. The man was scowling at him, ready to unsheathe his blade at a moment’s notice. “Alright, I’m not looking for trouble. How much for his freedom?” John asked. After shopping back in Efei, he didn’t have much in his coin purse. A paltry 90 gold pieces after buying meat, spices, tinder, and warm bedding for the winter’s nights. The 210 gold he parted with took him a month of bounty hunting to scrounge up.

	The guard placed his hand on the boy’s inner thigh and rubbed it sensually. “Ah, good lad. He’s a runt, so 100 gold’ll be enough. The others went five fold. Got snatched up before I could even count it all.” He said. “They were right sexy, though. I wouldn’t mind keeping one of them for myself…” He said. He eyed the naked wolf in his possession and licked his lips with a sick lustful look in his eyes.

	Ten gold short. But it’s nothing a little bartering couldn’t solve. “Hold up. A runt for 100 gold? That’s a rip-off. Look at him. He’s all skin and bones!” John said. “90 gold’s all I’m giving you. Not a piece more.”

	That lowball bid pissed the guard off. “First you’re a twat whining about slavery; now you’re trying to hustle me? Get fucked, mate.” The guard said. He thumbed the handle of his sword impatiently. “Maybe I oughta take you to our dungeon. I hear princesses like you scream real nice in the cells. You want to be some fat fuck’s prison bitch?” He asked.

	The situation was quickly escalating out of hand and John had to think quick. “I’d say you’d do well there yourself, but I don’t think you’ll have a head to scream out of. Abusing your power and running a slavery ring. I think your majesty would love to hear all about it before he cuts your head off.” He said. He placed his hand on his short sword’s handle as well. He’d never go down without a fight. The deep scars on his body were a testament to that.

	After a tense minute, the guard yielded and spat on the ground in disgust. “Alright, alright. Take the boy and piss off, you bastard. You better hope I don’t see you again. You won’t have a tongue to talk with when I’m done with you.” He threatened.

	John emptied the contents of his coin purse into the guard’s hands. The guard counted every piece before unlocking the boy’s shackles and releasing him. He handed John a leash attached to the boy’s black leather collar. Without a word, the guard got onto his carriage and rode in the other direction back to Efei.

Today had an unexpected turn of events. John’s bad habit of playing the hero nearly came back to bite him on the ass. Bad case scenario: he could’ve ended up in the dungeon with a life sentence, sharing a cell with a rapist. Worst-case scenario: he could’ve ended up in a ditch next to that boy with both of their necks wide open.

	Now that the boy was freed, John took to setting him on his way. He reached down to his ankle and removed his dull iron dagger from its sheath. “Here, lad.” He said and handed it over. “Take this. Lriralo is about five miles west from here. Follow the setting sun and you’ll be there by night.”

	The boy took the dagger into both of his hands and looked up at John with a confused expression. “I can’t go with you?” He asked. His ears folded and he looked desolate again. Wandering in the wilds naked sounded like a nightmare to him. Maybe not as much as being sold to an unsavory cretin like his fellow prisoners.

	“No, lad. Things’re dangerous enough on my own. I don’t need someone else to look after.” John said. “You ought to be going. The deep freeze at night will kill you.” He said. He patted the boy on the head and walked past him up the path.

	A short distance behind him, John could hear the faint sounds of paws walking on the dirt. At first, he figured it was a fellow traveler and ignored them. After a minute he stopped to look behind him. The boy walked up to him and stopped, holding his new dagger in both hands for comfort. He looked at John and frowned.

	John sighed exasperatedly and confronted him. “I said to go the other way, kid. I’m not babysitting you.” He said. If it wasn’t bad enough that he emptied his coin purse, the boy intended on tagging along.

	Tears started to well up in the boy’s eyes. “P-please? You bought me! I need to come with you! I-I can cook, take care of you—whatever!” He pleaded. His tail wagged and he cheered up considerably. He was positive that pitch was enough to win over his new owner. Maybe he’d get a warm meal out of it all to satiate his grumbling stomach.

	“No. Go west before it gets dark. That’s an order, boy.” John said. He turned away and continued up the dirt path. There was still a long way to go before he’d make it to Maalkarth. He’d have to set up camp soon before nightfall. Daylight was burning away and this boy was wasting his time.

	John resumed his walking and didn’t hear anything again. At last, the kid probably took a hint and went his own way. Lriralo was a wealthy hold, so the boy would most likely get adopted, or at the very least fed by a church. The peaceful silence didn’t last for long before a loud yelp from the boy stopped John in his tracks. He looked behind him and saw the boy clenching his bloody heel, wailing.

	“Ugh, now what?” John asked. He set his rucksack down and approached him. He knelt down next to the boy and yanked his hand away from his injured foot. Embedded in the boy’s heel was a long, barbed thorn about three inches long.

	“I-I stepped on something sharp! I-It r-really hurts!” The boy cried loudly. The floodgates were open and tears were streaming down his cheeks. He collapsed onto his back on the dirt path and punched the ground underneath him in agony.

	After a little more inspection, John was certain that the boy stepped on a Fairy’s Thorn. An ironic name for a long, thin thorn that rips into the flesh of whatever it punctures. Luckily, they were a little easy to remove. But not painless. John stood up and walked back to retrieve his rucksack. There were basic medical supplies in there. He was used to patching his own cuts and bruises after battles.

	“W-wait! Y-you can’t leave me here! It hurts, please! Please! Waah!!!” The boy cried out. He reached out to the fox man in vain. Never before had he felt more afraid or hurt. Maybe this is how he’d die. Bleeding out, alone and naked in the middle of nowhere.

	John walked back shortly with his heavy rucksack in hand. “Stop your crying, runt. I’m trying to help you.” He said. He set the rucksack down and retrieved a roll of medical tools from one of its pouches. “This is going to hurt. A lot.” He said. He picked up a thick stick from the ground and stuck it in the boy’s mouth.

	John readied his tweezers over the thorn and got ready to rip it out. “Get ready.” He said. After a couple of seconds, he pinched down hard on the thorn and pulled it out in one go. He hoped it was less painful going out than in. Next, he opened his canteen on the pin-shaped wound and washed it clean of blood and filth. Once he was positive it was clean, he wrapped the boy’s foot tightly in a long scrap of fabric.

	“Alright, that’s as good as it’s gonna get.” John said. Still crouched, he turned his back to the boy and gestured for him to get on his back. “Get on. I’m not leaving you here.” He said. Once those words left his mouth, he felt like a softy. His tough facade wasn’t as thick as he’d thought. 

	The boy climbed onto his back and spat out the splintered twig onto the dirt. “T-thanks… It s-still hurts a little.” He said and sniveled. “B-but I’ll be s-strong!” To the boy, John was a strong independent man. Almost like a father to him. The last thing he wanted to do was disappoint him.

	John grabbed the boy’s feet to ensure he stayed on and stood up straight. “Great. You do that. The day’s ending and we really need to get on. You waste anymore of my time, and you’re on your own.” He said. He was partially joking, but he realized it was in bad taste given what the boy had been through today. “Haha, joking… Yeesh…” 

Their walk through Trapsetter Hills was a quiet one. Neither one uttered a word to each other, and no travelers were seen for hours. John wondered how much of a sight he was to other people. A strange fox man walking through the woods with an injured naked wolf cub on his back. He didn’t care much. People’s opinions of him were never a concern to him, though.

	Bored out of his mind, John decided to break the ice and uncomfortable silence between them. “Hey, boy. What’s your name? I never got it back there.” He said. An easy question. Perfect for getting acquainted with one another. Did the boy even have a name? He wasn’t sure.

	The wolf boy snapped out of his daydreaming and answered him. “Hm? Oh! I’m Thomas. Everyone back in the village calls me Tommy. What’s your name, sir?” He asked. Hearing his voice was a relief to him. He was afraid that the fox man hated him. Following him around like an orphan with his tail tucked between his legs didn’t help any.

	“The name’s Johnathan. Everyone calls me John, so I go by that. Just don’t call me Johnny. Always hated that name.” John answered. “I’m just a man looking for coin. I walk from hold to hold looking for work.” All of that made him sound more mysterious than he was. He was just another mercenary looking to satisfy his craving for gold and adventure. Likely to be forgotten if he ended up in a shallow grave.

	John’s introduction intrigued young Tommy. “Do you make a lot of money, sir—er, John?” He asked. In his own experience, the most coin he ever made was about 10 pieces. Enough to feed him for a couple of weeks with cheap foods.

	“Y’know, you’re not supposed to ask a man his business. It’s improper.” John said. Once again, he felt like he was being rude, so he gave him a real answer. “Okay, well. If you need to know, my last job was clearing out a bandit camp. I almost got killed, but I came home with 300 pieces.” That camp was still fresh in his memory. Five bandits slain, and a stab wound in his back as a lovely little souvenir. How the short—now shorter—bastard managed to sneak up on him was still a mystery.

	Tommy’s tail started wagging excitedly. “ Three hundred!? Wow! With that money we can eat forever! Maybe we can buy a home to live in!” Tommy said excitedly. “I’d really like that … living with you, eating every day.”

	“For one thing, there is no ‘we.’” John said. He stopped walking, ready to scold the boy. “And another thing, that money’s long gone. Most of it went to supplies in town, and the other … you.” He said. He exhaled tiredly and continued to walk. Soon, he’d have to set up camp. That was a pain in the ass, especially when tired.

	Tommy took his answer to heart and sobbed quietly into John’s shirt. “Sorry…” He apologized.

	“Er, sorry.” John apologized. “I didn’t mean it. It’s just, today’s been rough. But you’ve been through worse. It was the least I could do for you. Do you have any family you can go back to?” He asked.

	Tommy wiped his tears and spoke again. “No … I was living by myself. I used to live with my mom before I had to go live with my Uncle Mark.” He said. “I don’t know what happened to Dad, but Mom never liked him. She said he ‘pumped and dumped’ her. What’s that mean?” He asked.

	“Err, I’ll tell you when you’re older. Is your mom alright?” John asked. The boy’s story interested him. A mother giving up their child was unheard of. Such a woman would be a pariah in society. And if word got to the crown, banished to another hold.

	Tommy looked at the passing trees and recounted everything. “I don’t know. She was always sick. She’d get her medicine after playing with my uncles and get really happy. That made me happy because we could play together! Um, then she said I had to go live with Uncle Mark because he gave her a lot of medicine.” He said. “I was really sad at first, but a little happy that Mommy got her medicine.”

	His story was giving John an unsettling feeling. He could tell what her “medicine” really was. Eifi hold had been struggling with drug addiction for years. That went hand in hand with an increase in muggings and home invasions by drugged out beastmen. “And this ‘Uncle,’ was he nice? Did he take care of you?” John asked. His morbid curiosity got the best of him.

	“He was really nice. His friends would always come by just to play with me. When I played naked games with them, they’d call me a good boy and give Uncle Mark lots of gold. I don’t know what happened to them after Uncle Mark was taken by the guards last winter. Why did they take him?” Tommy asked.

	John was speechless after hearing the poor boy’s tragic story. Clearly, Tommy was prostituted by the man that bought him from his mother. He didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth about his mother’s drug addiction or the nonce that was using him. “Er, he … he was probably taken there because he didn’t do his taxes. It might be hard for you to understand, but the crown is owed some of whatever money you make. He kept it all to himself, didn’t he?” He asked.

	“Well…” Tommy recalled. “He gave me food sometimes, but whenever I asked for toys he said there wasn’t enough money. Then he’d give me lessons for our games while his friends watched for more money.” He said.

	“Alright, alright. I get it. I’m sure him and your mom are fine.” John said. He didn’t have the stomach to hear any more of the boy’s past abuse. At the very least, he helped make sure no deviants bought him back at the slave auction. “How about you tell me why you stole that lord’s ring back in Eifi.” He said.

	Tommy adjusted his hold of John’s back and answered him. “One of the guys I played with a long time ago told me how I could make coin for food. I was really hungry, and he said he’d give me lots if I could take a man’s pocket watch.”

	The sad stories kept piling on. That man must’ve used him as a cheap pickpocket. A risk-free way of making good coin on a lord’s valuable pocket watch. He wouldn’t be obligated to pay the urchin a single coin, either. Thieves can’t go to the guard over stolen wages.

	“While the man was drinking, I snuck close to him and put my hand in his pocket. I couldn’t find anything and he felt me touching him. He screamed for the guards and everyone started hurting me. When I woke up, I was in prison with other boys and girls.” He said. His sad voice made it obvious that his trauma was still fresh. “The guards told me I was going to get killed for stealing, but that man put me on a cart with boys and rode away.”

	Every piece of the puzzle was there. John finally understood his sad past. “I get it now. Sorry, but he was never going to pay you. He used you, lad. Best-case scenario: he got the watch and a nice payday. Worst case: you get caught, he lies to the guards, and you’re taken care of. Sorry, but you need to be careful of those you trust.” He said matter-of-factly. John was starting to get suspicions that he was a terrible teacher.

	With his piece said, John started looking around for a clearing they could set up camp in. This late in the day, it was now or never. The last thing he wanted to do was chop wood late at night with nothing but moonlight to aid his vision in the dark. The last time that happened, he curled up in next to a tree freezing half to death until daybreak.

Sunlight was dwindling and the sky was changing into a vibrant orange. Amber sunlight pierced through the clouds and painted the scenery. The peaceful sounds of birds and squirrels chirping deadened and was overtaken by relaxing sounds of crickets and frogs.

	John finally found a suitable clearing in the forest and got ready to set up camp. He saw a fallen tree and sat Tommy on it. “’Kay, here we are. You can sit here while I get some wood.” He said. He retrieved his sharp hatchet from his rucksack and removed it from its leather sheath. Before he left, he turned to look back at Tommy. “I’ll be back in a while. If you want to go play, don’t go too far.” He said and left.

	Tommy’s foot didn’t sting as much, so he decided to take him up on his offer. He wiped his tears away and headed in a direction into the woods. Despite the late hour, the forest was still full of life. In the distance, he saw a few feral wolf cubs and ran up to them. They playfully wrestled him to the ground and licked his face as he petted them.

	He was afraid when the pups’ parents returned, but they didn’t pay him any mind. Even though they were different species, beast and feral, they didn’t consider him a threat to their offspring. Maybe it was because they were all wolves. The parents laid down a giant chunk of bloody meat and called their pups over for dinner. A small pile of gristle was offered to Tommy, but he declined their offer. He preferred prepared food over freshly slaughtered animals. Fewer parasites that way.

	The pups ate their deer meat hungrily, sometimes breaking to snap at their siblings for getting too close to their spoils. Tommy watched them and licked his lips a little hungrily. He wondered if John would be kind enough to share his dinner with him. He didn’t need to wonder any longer. A loud whistle pierced the quiet woods. It was John calling him.

	Tommy trekked through the woods toward the direction he left earlier. The closer he got to camp, the more he could smell the delicious scent of freshly cooked beef stew. He entered the clearing and saw a roaring fire being stoked by John. Tonight, he’d sleep warmly. The days he spent in the cold, dank prison depressed him.

	John scooped out some stew and filled his tin bowl to its brim. He grabbed a spoon and started eating his delicious, steaming meal. Tommy sat on the log opposite him and looked at him pitifully. He wasn’t sure if he was going to get to eat today. It’d been days since he filled his belly. Back at the prison, he was sure they’d at least offer him rotting fruits to eat. The guards weren’t that kind to him or the others.

	John looked at him and rolled his eyes. “Stop with the puppy dog eyes. I ain’t eating this all myself.” He said. He grabbed an extra bowl and spoon from his rucksack and started filling it up. “It’s hot. You might wanna wait for it to cool.”

	Tommy took the plate hurriedly and started filling his maw with the tasty beef stew. His muzzle got dirty after he ditched the small spoon and dug his snout into the bowl. In under half a minute, the bowl was completely empty and squeaky clean.

	“Jesus, lad. Chew your food.” John scolded him. Tommy looked up from his bowl, his face covered in bits of beef and carrots. John took his bowl from him and filled it up again. “Here. Take your time. I ain’t gonna rub your tummy if it starts hurting.” He said and handed the bowl over.

	This time, Tommy used his spoon to scoop out small bite-sized portions and savored them. He could hardly control his tail’s wagging. Back in the Eifi, he was used to eating stale bread slices and mushy fruits. It was all he could get using whatever meager coin he made from selling his body to strange older men.

	The two ate quietly together and watched the sun slowly set. Despite everything that happened today, everything turned out alright. Though, Tommy couldn’t help but feel worried about the morning. He’d have to part ways with John and survive on his own again in their cold, lonely world.

Twilight quickly turned into night, killing all light surrounding the camp. Outside the campfire’s orange glow, nothing could be seen. Wild animals scurried by, minding their own business as they went out to scavange. Thanks to the woods being frequented by travelers, there were no predatory animals out here. Deeper in the forest, that was a different story. There were tales of skeletons being discovered stripped of their flesh.

	John threw a few logs of firewood onto the fire and stoked it. “Alright, Tommy. The fire’s set. I’m gonna sleep in my tent. You’ll be fine out here.” He said. He looked at the naked boy one more time. He looked sad and lonely. Nevertheless, that wasn’t his problem.

	Inside the tent, John stripped his worn, dirtied jeans and t-shirt. The last to come off was his boxer briefs, exposing his dick and balls. He got under his new fur blanket and snuggled in, feeling free from his nudity. If it weren’t for peeping toms, he’d go naked like Tommy all the time. But he’d rather keep his dick and balls to himself, and whomever he could bed.

	John flipped over to his side and closed his eyes, ready to embrace the comfort of a good night’s sleep. He thought about everything that happened today and what will become of his freed slave boy. In no time at all, he lost consciousness and fell asleep comfortably. Everything would turn out alright for the wolf boy in Lriralo. He was positive.

	Hours later, he was woken up around midnight by Tommy shaking his arm. “Urgh … what is it?” John asked. He wiped his eyes and saw a shivering Tommy by his side in the moonlight. The boy’s tail was between his legs and his knees were shaking together.

	“C-c-can I p-please s-sleep in here? It’s r-really cold…” Tommy said. He wiped his runny nose on his fist and looked at John pleadingly. Frost was beginning to form on his black fur.

	John sat up and made eye contact with him. “What? No, kid. Sleep outside with the fire. You’ll be warm if you poke it a little.” He said and let out a loud yawn. “I left some firewood by my bag. Throw it in.”

	Tommy’s teeth chattered as he spoke, “B-but the f-fire blew out!” He complained. “I-it got r-really windy!” He said.

	With no other choice, John changed his mind. “Alright. Close the curtains first before the wind gets in.” He said. He moved a foot to his right to give the boy space to sleep on top of his blanket. Unexpectedly, Tommy got under his blankets and snuggled up next to him.

	“Woah! You can’t come under here!” John yelled. He tried to push Tommy out of his blankets, but the boy only got closer. He was self-conscious about being naked next to a young boy. Besides that, the boy’s ice cold fur was making him shiver a little.

	Tommy snuggled into John’s chest and put his hands over his warm body. “B-but you’re so warm…” He said. Feeling the man’s body heat helped melt the ice off his fur. Without thinking, he explored his body until his hand went between his legs.

	(“Fuck.”) John thought. What he feared most was happening. Tommy had his dick and balls in his small hand and was feeling him up. He didn’t know if the child knew what he was doing, but he couldn’t allow it to continue. “Stop touching me. … it’s wrong.” He said as calmly as he could. His cock was already beginning to harden.

	Tommy looked into his eyes and his ears folded. He didn’t know he was doing something inappropriate. “Are you sure? I used to do this for my uncle’s friends. It always made them really happy.” He said. He was determined to repay him for his charity.

	“That’s the problem. You shouldn’t be doing—oh…” John’s words were caught off with a moan. Tommy had a tight grip on his hard cock. A jolt of pleasure sent chills down John’s spine. John didn’t know how long it’d been since he visited a brothel to bed a mistress of the night. Letting the boy continue was wrong, but his body begged him to let it happen.

	“Should I stop?” Tommy asked. He massaged John’s big cock in his hand. Precum was already leaking down its tip onto his hand. “I can use my mouth if you want. My Uncle’s friends really liked when I did that.” He offered.

	John gulped. His heart felt like it was about to shoot out of his chest. He was about to let a cub go down on him for the first time. It wasn’t entirely wrong if the boy wanted to do it. “W-well, alright. Go under the covers. It’s warm there.” He said. He relaxed and placed his hands under his head as he saw Tommy disappear under his thick fur blanket.

	The first thing John felt was his balls being licked curiously by the young wolf. The hairs on his arms stood on end. Tommy continued to slowly jerk John’s cock as he licked his sack thoroughly. When he was done, John’s balls were damp with the boy’s saliva. That boy was something else. The whores back in town never went that far.

	Tommy then gave his tip a slow licking to drink up all of the precum that leaked out. He savored its salty taste and stuck as much of John’s cock into his mouth as he could.

	“Oh gods!” John moaned loudly. He wanted to push Tommy’s head down, but he decided it’d be hotter if he restrained himself and let the boy do everything. All he could do was grab the grass underneath him as he endured the pleasure.

	John could see his blanket move up and down from Tommy’s head bobbing. His mind was foggy with thoughts of what Tommy looked like with his dick in his mouth. His imagination went from there and tried to remember what his nubile body looked like. The boy in his mind had a slim body, soft black fur, and a small dick and balls. The thought of his genitalia was driving him closer to the edge.

	In John’s mind, he imagined getting close to Tommy, his personal slave. He pressed his nose against the boy’s balls and sniffed his light musk. Faint, but enough to get his body worked up. Next, he’d rub the boy’s soft belly before going down on him. He could imagine Tommy’s hand running through his hair, petting him as he allowed John to suck him. Being that boy’s bitch couldn’t be any hotter to him.

	The fantasy was overwhelming and John couldn’t handle any more of his sucking. Without a warning, he shot his seed into Tommy’s mouth and felt the young boy drink it all in one go. He couldn’t think clearly anymore. His mind was foggy as he lied there and continued to examine his deepest desires. Having a mate that young was morally questionable, but in the end, what did it matter? Maybe they were meant for each other. Society’s laws be damned.

	Tommy sucked John’s dick a little more before reappearing. “Did I do good?” He asked and smiled. A little bit of spunk ran down his bottom lip. His hand moved down to John’s flaccid cock and massaged it some more. Given that the fox man just shot into his mouth, it was obvious that John enjoyed it. That made him happy.

	John snapped out of it and looked over at the smiling Tommy in bed next to him. There was only one thing on his mind at this point. “Open your mouth.” He said.

	His order confused Tommy at first, but he complied. He opened his mouth open and was surprised by John’s tongue suddenly entering his mouth. He fought the strange intrusion for a few seconds but allowed him to continue. John’s tongue rubbed against Tommy’s sensually and explored his mouth.

	The two locked lips and spent the next minute playing with each other’s tongues. John reached underneath the blanket and rubbed his hand over Tommy’s soft dick and balls. The boy’s forbidden fruit tempted him, but he couldn’t go any further. The most he’d allow himself to do was grope and stroke him.

	Eventually, John eased up and pulled away from him. He was exhausted. Being woken up in the middle of night and getting a blowjob from a cub over half his age sapped all of his energy. Without a word, he nudged Tommy onto his side and spooned him tightly. The boy’s warm body and scent helped ease him into the best sleep he’d had in months.

Several hours later, John was awoken by the sun’s blinding rays entering the tent through its open curtains. He covered his eyes and flipped over onto his back. Last night’s memories were a haze to him, but he was certain they happened. Out of his own selfish lust, he sinned against the boy he saved. Never before had he felt so disgusted in himself. A hero shouldn’t give into base desires like that.

	John put his underwear and pants on, but couldn’t find his shirt anywhere in the tent. With no other choice, he left the tent without it. There he saw Tommy wearing it while trying to catch butterflies. John would’ve gotten annoyed if it weren’t for the boy’s cuteness. The white dress shirt on the boy was comically oversized and just barely covered his genitals.

	He walked up to Tommy and raised an eyebrow at him playfully. The boy stopped in his tracks and realized that he was in trouble. But to his surprise, John didn’t pull the shirt off him.

	“Sorry, John! It was cold out and I took your shirt. You can have it back!” Tommy said. He fumbled over the buttons and tried to remove it in a hurry. If he didn’t hurry, a spanking was probably coming his way. Or so he feared.

	John shook his head and smiled. “Nah. You’re going to need it if we’re going into town.” He said. He plugged his ears with his fingers in anticipation for Tommy’s loud cheering. He was already well aware of how loud the boy could be from yesterday’s thorn incident.

	As expected, Tommy jumped up and down excitedly and shouted. John couldn’t hear any of it, but he could see the boy’s small dick and balls flop up and down with each happy jump. John’s loins were already starting to ache with lust again. If he didn’t mate with him soon, he was going to go crazy.

	Once he was sure Tommy was done celebrating, John unplugged his ears. “Yeah, yeah. You’re coming with me. Just don’t mention it.” He said. “Seriously, it’s a little annoying.” He said under his breath.

	Tommy tackled him to the ground with a tight hug. He looked into John’s eyes with pure happiness. “Ooh! Ooh! Where are we going!?” He asked. Unbeknownst to him, he was grinding against John’s crotch while straddling him.

	John tried to wrestle out of the boy’s grasp but let him hug him. “We’re going to my sister’s place in Maalkarth. You’re going to stay there while I take on some bounties for some traveling money. But there’s going to be some rules.” He said. If there was no order, there’s no telling what trouble the boy would get him into.

	Tommy stopped hugging him and sat upright, putting pressure on John’s growing erection. He tilted his head curiously and looked at him. Whatever rules he had couldn’t ruin his happiness in this moment.

	John cleared his throat and read off a list he made in his mind. “Rule #1: you wear clothes all the time. My nephews probably have some. Rule #2: no more ‘playtime’ with any guys. You get any guys asking to play with you, you come to me. And rule #3: uh, don’t tell my sister, Mary, about any of the stuff we did here. Please. ” John said. He really didn’t want word to get around that he was traveling with an underage partner.

	“Alright!” Tommy said happily. He hugged John tighter and continued to grind his crotch against John’s. He noticed earlier that John’s erection was poking his butt, but he didn’t mind. The man was probably happy in his own way.

	John shifted uncomfortably. His cock was being played with through his pants and it was driving him crazy. He nudged Tommy off and stood up. “And rule #4: don’t touch my crotch unless we’re alone.” He said and tried to cover his tenting erection. He was starting to regret putting pants on.

	Tommy saw it and giggled to himself. He didn’t know all of his straddling was getting a rise out of him. “Okay, John! When do we leave?” He asked. He stood up and placed his hands behind his back innocently. His mind was aflutter with the things he’d get to do with him in their new home together. And the home cooking he’d get to eat!

	“We’ll leave after breakfast. I’ll go out looking for eggs.” John said. “In the meantime, you can pack my bag and look for twigs for the fire.” He said. He played with Tommy’s hair and scritched his ears to the boy’s delight. Today’s breakfast was sure to be great. Maybe they could play with each other before taking down the tent. It was important to get any desires out of the way before a long day of traveling.

In the beginning, John didn’t want a boy to look after and babysit. But if he got to enjoy more intimate nights with him, maybe rearing the child wouldn’t be so bad after all. There was plenty he could teach him about surviving out in the woods and fending for himself. And of course, there were the things he could teach him in bed. That aspect excited him the most.