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[b][u][center]Soulbound Wagers

Chapter 5

For Damiekinz

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Asmund grunted as he was led through the palace once again. Despite being semi-clothed this time, his cock thrust up and lifted the front of his ineffective clothing like a hand exposing him. His balls hung low, shown off to anyone that cared to look. Most of the other wolves that they passed took more than a passing glance, and particularly lingered as they walked past to look at his ass.

The polar bear grimaced, but he could do nothing to stop them from staring at him. Though he technically had the freedom to growl and try and keep them from looking for long, he knew for a fact that Targir would come down on him if he went too far. He was Soulbound, after all, and that meant that what little rights he had came from the silver wolf’s pleasure. The Overthane wasn’t seeming particularly generous, either; the little bits of humiliation that Asmund had been able to get over on the other male seemed to rankle hard.

“You have a quality harem, from what I saw,” Targir said as they walked through the halls. “Men and women.”

“Mmm-hmm.”

“For all that you were a brutish Warlord, I see that you had at least a small eye for quality. I might have to enjoy them myself.”

“Hmmph.”

“Heh. Does that thought bother you? Speak.”

“I hate you, bastard wolf. I hate you, and I hate the fucking idea of you putting any of them under you, because you ain’t gonna satisfy them the way that I did.”

“Hmmmm, now that is a bold statement, considering that you don’t know how good I am in bed yet.”

Yet. That was a word that he didn’t like hearing. Asmund had been with other men, mostly on top but rarely as a bottom, and never for anything up [i]his[/i] ass. The few times he’d lost, he’d been forced into someone’s sac, or given some trifle of oral attention; his ass was still virgin, still tight, and he’d never been trapped with someone before. Knowing he couldn’t leave, that he was trapped with someone else, sent a shiver up his spine.

More than that, he was Soulbound. That meant that Targir’s skill in bed did not matter. The wolf could order him to take it and enjoy it, and he would have little choice but to enjoy every last second of that knotted dick plunging into his ass. Whether the Overthane was a quality lover or not, if he was ordered to enjoy it, then Asmund wouldn’t have a choice.

They reached a larger door, one that was guarded on either side by wolves that stood taller and broader than the other bodyguards Asmund had seen. They wore leather armor that ran down to their hips, followed by flaps of thick cotton between their legs. It was lush and surprisingly wealthy-looking for someone that would have to fight, but he knew enough about the construction to know that it would be surprisingly protective.

“No interruptions tonight, boys,” Targir told them. “I will have time for more pleasures tomorrow. Tonight, make sure that nobody bothers me.”

“Yes, Overthane.”

“Come, bear.”

He grunted as his body was dragged along, stepping through the door as the silver wolf held it open. A lush bedchamber was revealed, with a large semi-circle of a mattress pressed against the far wall. The floor was covered with soft rugs, and the walls appointed with wolf-head sconces and mirrors in alternating patterns. The gold and silver that rimmed the reflective panels gave the whole chamber a rich, shimmering appearance, and more than any other part of the palace, this room reflected the sheer wealth of Targir’s holdings.

“On the bed. On your belly. Try to keep your cock pointed back.”

“Rrrr…”

“So feral. But follow orders anyway, bear.”

He didn’t have a choice. He walked to the bed and laid down. With a little effort, he managed to point his cock back, straining it a little to trap it between and behind his thighs. It didn’t quite [i]hurt,[/i] but he could feel the tension running down the shaft, reminding him of how it really didn’t want to be held back there.

As he tried to get comfortable on the almost too-soft mattress, the wolf joined him. Targir rubbed a hand along his thigh, then between them, under the silk flap. The wolf’s fingers teased right under the head of his cock, stroking, pinching gently.

“Well-endowed, heh. Not that you will use it for long.”

“Hmmph. One day…one day, I will Wager my way out of this.”

“Only if I accept it. You are, after all, just one more Soulbound. And you bring quite a few of your own with you. I doubt that I’d ever have reason to take one more Wager from you.”

Unfortunately, Asmund knew that the wolf was probably right. While a Soulbound could make a Wager with their owner – at least, initially, while they were still clear-headed enough to think to do it – a Wager that went unaccepted was useless. There was no point in trying to make a Wager if you didn’t have something to back it up. And why would a master that could order a Soulbonded person around take a risk of losing that?

It was a useless threat. He was trapped here, and he knew it.

As he lowered his head to the bed, the wolf tossed the back of the flap up and over the bear’s back. Asmund gritted his teeth as the wolf’s fingers dug into his cheeks, rubbing his ass, spreading his rump before pushing the cheeks together again.

“Mmmm, much better like this than when I was behind you in the throne room. Quite lush, quite rich.”

“Mmmph…”

“You have a prize rump, bear. I believe that you will be a fine one for some of my men, should they do well enough to deserve a prize.”

“Nnnngh…you wouldn’t dare.”

“You would find that I dare quite a bit. One doesn’t get the riches that I’ve accumulated without risking themselves as often as I have.”

SMACK!

Asmund grunted, almost thrusting forward before stopping himself. With his cock still trapped between his thighs, too much pressure would make that actually sting. He huffed, holding himself in place as the wolf continued to prod and poke and tease him between his legs.

[i]Just…get it over with. If you’re going to fuck me, get it over with.[/i]

Yet, it never escalated. The touches continued, rubbing just under his clothes, teasing the curve of his rump and fondling the heft of his ass, but never went so far as to finger him. Targir’s touch worked from the side of the bear’s hips in to his taint, down to his balls and along his cock, and then back to his thighs and up again. It was always a stroke, a grope, a feeling-up, but never much further than that.

Asmund growled into his pillow as the touches continued, leaving him more and more riled up and giving him nothing to ease the sensation. He ground his face into the pillows and sheets, wishing nothing more than to pull his legs apart and let his cock spring back to his belly so that he could potentially sleep, but it was just not possible.

Not with that touch.

Not with this teasing.

“You will be quite the sight when I get around to rutting you,” Targir said, his voice quiet and soft. “I think that you’ll jiggle more than Signi does. She has a fine rump, as you saw. Wide, soft, and bouncy when she walks. I imagine that you were thinking of filling her with cubs at one point. But for all that she’s tempting, I think that your rump will look better when it finally gets the cock that it needs.”

“I’m not some…some bitch…”

“Not yet.”

SMACK!

Another jolt, another little huff as he barely resisted the urge to thrust forward. Targir chuckled, lying down on his side.

“Lie down. Sleep.”

Asmund did both. His cock flipped forward, and as soon as his body was flat against the bed, he was out. The power of the Soulbond meant that, once more, he had no choice.

#

The polar bear woke up with his head pounding and his eyes rolled back in his head. He rolled onto his side and found that he was alone in the bed. There was no sign of Targir or anyone else. He pushed himself upright –

“Nnngh…”

And immediately felt a bit of soreness under his tail. Not enough to imply that he had been rutted in his sleep, but enough to know that something had been in there. Fingers or something, perhaps as much as a toy, but not a cock. How he had slept through that – no, he knew how. The binding on him kept him from doing anything but obeying.

“Bastard-ass wolf…”

Grunting to himself, he kept pushing himself out of bed until he got his feet on the ground. Even with the carpet under him, he could feel the rings on his toes and the weight of his anklets. Neither stopped him from moving around, but the pressure of them on his body and the little bit of weight that they offered kept reminding him that he had been marked. Those, combined with the cock ring, the nipple piercings, the bracelets, and the thrice-damned nose-ring reminded him how much he looked like a courtesan.

Well, wasn’t he? He had been completely humiliated and humbled by the damn Overthane. What the hell else was he, when he had spent the night with his ass up and –

No, he wasn’t going to think about that. Shaking his head, he slowly adjusted the cobalt-blue, mostly transparent garment he’d been fitted with until it settled properly on his shoulders and looked almost like something respectable fitted to him. One good look would see that it was transparent and showing off everything, but he would deal with that for now. For now.

He made his way to the bedroom door. He half-expected something to stop him from leaving, but he pushed the door open with ease. The bodyguards on the other side looked up at him as he stepped out, but neither made a move to stop him.

One did whistle at his ass as he walked by, though. Asmund ignored him.

As he walked through the palace, at first he didn’t know what he was looking for. A part of him imagined that he was looking for a way out, a chance to escape, but even as he considered that, he knew that it was impossible. He hadn’t been ordered to stay, but he knew that Soulbound couldn’t run away. There was something about losing control of their soul that meant that they were bound to stay near their new owners.

Then he wondered if maybe he was trying to find something to keep him occupied. That almost made sense, but then he realized that he was searching for something specifically. Something…or someone.

It wasn’t until he came to one of the courtyards and found Targir walking down a line of familiar individuals that he realized what he’d been doing the whole time: looking for his [i]master.[/i]

Master.

Master.

Master.

The word echoed in his head as soon as he thought it, and his face burned as hot as it had when he had been showing off in the throne room and wiggling his ass for all those courtiers. He hadn’t realized that the word had already embedded so deeply in his head, and he hated it. ‘Owner’ was bad enough, but at least an owner could own something that was eventually sold off or was left behind or something like that. A ‘master’ had a different sort of authority, a different kind of ownership, and the word rankled.

He managed to keep from calling it out, at least, and he remained at the corner of the courtyard for a moment. The familiar silhouettes in line, all naked, all exposed, puzzled him for a moment. Targir walked down the line, fondling breasts, squeezing hips, occasionally reaching down between the legs of different males and fondling and weighing what they had on offer. Asmund couldn’t tell what was going on…

Until he looked closer at the polar bear male that Targir had stopped in front of.

[i]Those are mine…[/i]

Harem, husbands, wives. They were all there, all shown off, all naked in front of Targir. Some had the pink-eyed glow of the Soulbonded transfer that was going on, still, but others were standing there willingly enough, grinning and laughing with each other. Asmund told himself that they were just coping with the confusion of what was going on, that they hadn’t replace him that easily, but his heart still sunk.

Targir finished fondling the polar bear and was about to move on when he seemed to spot Asmund. The silver-furred wolf looked up at him, chuckling as he pulled his white and gold robe tighter.

“Well, look who’s finally awake.”

“What are you doing?” Asmund grunted.

“Pretty obvious, I should think. Now, back to the room.”

“You – nnngh!”

He wasn’t able to get another word out before his body was moving on its own. Back through the halls, away from his people, away from everyone that knew, all the way back to the bedroom.

All the way back, he growled in his throat. He hadn’t been told to do it gracefully, but the command kept him from misinterpreting the rest. All the way back, no hesitation, no side-trips. He hustled back to the bedroom at speed.

The guards at the door smirked as he came back. One of them held the door for him.

“After you, butt-slut.”

“Fuck you!” Asmund growled.

SMACK!

He couldn’t lash out. Not due to commands, but because there was no way for him to do it without the whole thing blowing up in his face. One blow to the wolf guard, and he would probably end up getting sent down to the barracks to entertain the entire population of wolf guards for the night. The single hit would not give him sufficient satisfaction to make that even close to worth it.

Instead, he stepped inside and sat on the foot of the bed. He rested his head on his fist, staring at the door with a glower.

[i]What the hell are you going to do?[/i]

Probably was picking out someone to fuck. Asmund honestly would have done the same if he had the chance. If he’d beaten Targir in that last Wager, he would have fucked the wolf’s Signi in front of him, showing him who had won, who was better.

[i]The question is, which one is he going to pick?[/i]

There were a number of choices. While half of his harem and lovers were polar bears, there were a few others that he had picked up over his time as a Warlord. A seal or two, a couple of foxes, and more were present in that little group. They would talk, he imagined; Targir would find out who was who, eventually, if he didn’t know already. And when he did, he’d have a choice of who would be the most humiliating lover to choose.

[i]Which one, though?[/i]

He would have to wait and find out. And so, he sat there, as patiently as he could, and did just that.

An hour passed before the door opened again. Asmund sat up a little straighter as Targir stepped through, and then –

“Anja…”

The polar bear woman that followed was one of his wives. His favorite wife, as a matter of fact, one that was as stocky as a warrior woman should be, and powerful enough in the hips and shoulders that she could have matched him with axe-throwing and arm-wrestling. And had, in the past, before settling down to become his wife. She was strong, confident, and had always been ready for a wrestling romp before they got around to the more fun parts of being together in the bedroom.

And now…

Now, she was naked, marked from her belly down to her thighs in soft red-black tattoos. They swept up in fertility markings, curling about in imitation of her womb over her belly and crotch, and swept down like hungry wolf-heads running along her thighs. Grasping tendril-finger shapes ran over her hips, like someone had grabbed her and held her down, and she huffed softly, her pussy already wet and slippery as she walked through the door.

“Anja.” Asmund shook his head, narrowing his eyes as he looked back at the wolf. “She’s my wife. You do not have her Soulbound; she doesn’t belong to you.”

“I don’t belong to weaklings, either,” Anja said before Targir could answer.

“Quite right,” the wolf added. “She was quite interested in what had become of you. The minute she heard that you lost, she grew…quite flirtatious.”

“But she –”

“Asmund, you were my ‘husband’ because you were strong enough to conquer me. Barely,” the stocky polar bear woman said, rolling her eyes. “But now? Look at you. You’re barely capable of getting hard, [i]if[/i] Targir orders you to.”

“Soft,” Targir muttered.

And just like that, the slight throbbing between Asmund’s legs disappeared. His cock dropped, the bulge in his garment disappeared, and the mighty shaft fell over his balls. Anja nodded, crossing her arms under her breasts.

“I rest my case. There is no man worthy of wedding me –”

“Not that I would try,” Targir muttered.

“But there are those worthy of bedding me…and in his case, breeding me.”

Breeding.

Somehow, that was all the more humiliating. The pair of them had considered going for a child at some point, but Asmund’s ambitions and the time that was needed to take care of all the other things going on in his small kingdom of warriors meant that they never actually got around to it. The idea of his new owner –

[i]My new master.[/i]

The idea of the wolf just taking his property –

“You lost. Hmmph. You are disappointing, to say the least,” Anja muttered, shaking her head. “And Targir – ah!”

She gasped as the wolf reached around her, groping her breast. It was a sudden shiver, and she drooled more between her legs as Targir teased her. She groaned, and Asmund huffed under his breath.

“He will breed me in a moment, and you’ll watch,” she said as the wolf continued to squeeze her tits. “But first…I want you to apologize.”

“Nnngh…Apologize for what?”

“For being [i]weak.[/i] For losing. For being [i]less[/i] than I thought you were, and almost tricking me into thinking that you were worth being bred by.”

Every word cut at him, humiliating him. He couldn’t look away as Targir reached further and further down, finally sliding his hand between Anja’s thighs and pressing against her clit. She growled under her breath, clearly enjoying the touch, and the wolf chuckled.

“I don’t think he deserves to apologize to this spot.”

“No. The other end.”

“Turn around.”

Anja chuckled. Asmund had just enough time to see her bare ass, her perfect rump, wide and swaying, before –

“Kiss it. Apologize to her,” Targir ordered.

He didn’t even have the chance to be surprised. The polar bear fell from the foot of the bed and crawled across the floor before he realized what he was doing. His eyes were locked on her white-furred ass, and before he could stop himself, he had his hands on her hips, his fingers sliding between the tattooed tendrils along them, and he planted his lips on one cheek.

“I’m sorry for being weak,” he muttered, kissing her.

“More,” she growled.

“I’m sorry for losing to him,” he said, kissing her other cheek, his thumbs digging into her ass and spreading the cheeks. “I’m sorry for being too weak for you, for being a weak little bitch. I’m sorry for fooling you into thinking I was a worthwhile stud. I’m sorry – mmmph.”

The command kept pulling him in, and soon, he had his lips planted against her asshole. The rim puckered against him, and she pushed back to keep him between her cheeks. It wasn’t the first time that he had given her this kind of attention, but it was the first time that he had done it this way.

He groaned as he dragged his tongue along her hole, teasing it, licking it, eating out her rump. She moaned over him, and he could do nothing but breathe in the faint musk of her ass and the growing scent of her heat. The fact that he couldn’t even reach around to tease her that way was bad enough, but the fact that he could hear Targir fingering her, teasing her for him, adding to the rutting need was driving him crazy. This was his wife, and the damn wolf was going to…going to…

Targir was going to cuck him. And there was nothing that he could do about it.

He dragged his tongue over that rim again, tasting his wife, feeling how she clenched down. Her juices were rolling back and running down her thighs, showing how heated she’d become. Fertility magic, he realized, powerful spells that were tattooed onto her now, keeping her eager and making sure that whatever happened next would take.

Damn the wolf. Damn him.

Anja pushed him back, finally, and he groaned as he fell back on his heels. She walked past him and onto the bed, lying down before grabbing her ankles and pulling them up, holding them behind her ears.

“Get over here, Targir. If I am going to be bred, I’m going to be bred by someone that has the balls to beat a Warlord.”

“In a moment,” the wolf said, chuckling. “I have to make sure that your former husband knows his responsibilities.”

“Hurry it up. I need a knot in me.”

“Of course.”

Asmund tried to growl, but all he could do was whimper. What courage and fury he’d had when it was just his downfall had been cut free seeing his wife like this. Knowing she looked down on him, knowing that he’d been cast aside so easily, and that he was going to have to watch as she was bred – it left him…adrift, to say the least. It made the whole thing more real, more final.

Targir leaned down, whispering in his ear.

“Hard,” the wolf whispered, and the bear’s dick throbbed upward. “I don’t care how angry you get. From now on, you will also feel [i]aroused[/i] seeing me take what belonged to you. I’m not going to stop you from feeling all those other things. In fact, I want you to feel them. I want you to be angry, to be horrified, to feel that gut-punch every time that I push my dick into your wife. Just like I would have felt with all those comments you made about mine. But mixed into all that…you’re going to enjoy it. And you’re going to [i]hate[/i] enjoying it.”

“You…you…”

“Hard. And. Enjoying. It.”

Asmund gritted his teeth as his cock throbbed all the harder between his legs, stiffening up and holding his clothes up just enough to show off his balls. He remained where he was, watching as the wolf walked across the room and joined his wife on the bed. Targir’s robe fell to the floor, exposing his own dangling sac and hard shaft.

[i]Not as big as mine,[/i] Asmund thought, but it didn’t matter; his dark, ringed cock was not going to be sliding into Anja ever again.

Twitch.

Throb.

[i]No…[/i]

Through the shame and the anger, there genuinely was a twisted streak of arousal. He’d known, intellectually, that kind of humiliation could happen, but now it actually was. He stared as the wolf crawled over his wife, pushing her legs further back, spreading her wide in the start of a mating press. His tapered cock rested against her pussy, grinding back and forth against her sex, and he could see the start of a knot beginning to form already.

[i]He won’t last long…[/i]

Or he might. He didn’t know. He didn’t know how Targir fucked, and –

“Bear. Come here. Tease my ass while I breed your wife.”

The call summoned him like a leash around his neck. He crawled forward, his cock twitching beneath his belly, and he jammed his nose between the wolf’s cheeks. It took him less than a second before he was dragging his tongue between them, finding that soft pink hole and grinding his tongue against it.

Lick.

Lick.

Lick.

The taste of sweat and flesh and musk melded together, and it was like some leash had him in hand as he was dragged down with Targir’s first thrust. Down, down, down as the wolf thrust forward with a wet squelch, grinding his cock right into the polar bear woman below him.

“Mmmmmmmm, yes…”

Up. Down. Up. Down. His body somehow knew the rhythm of Targir’s thrusts despite never doing this before. His lips stayed glued to the other man’s ass, and out of the corners of his eyes, he could see the rutting happening in the mirrors. He could see Targir’s hips plowing down into his wife’s crotch, could see her toes curling in pleasure as she took the wolf’s tapered cock again and again, and he could smell the need coming from her even past the musk of his new master’s ass.

Lick, lap, suck. He locked his lips around that hole, trying to ignore the way that his cock throbbed or how his face burned at the cucking he was going through. It was humiliating, shameful, and he was genuinely angry…

And yet, under that, there was that undercurrent of arousal. Someone else fucking his wife. Someone else his wife preferred. Someone else that was going to put their child into Anja and show their power over him.

Thrust, thrust, thrust. The wet, squelching sound of the wolf’s cock sliding into bear pussy, the groans and growls from the two of them as the rut went on, the sheer rush of their pleasure and his humiliation of having his face buried between musky, muscular wolf cheeks: it all came together to leave his cock dribbling against his clothes. He couldn’t move away; the most he could do was grab hold of the wolf’s hips so that he could follow along, keep those cheeks spread, and keep worshiping that hole.

He could feel that soft pucker pressed against his lips and tongue, could feel the way that it tensed and clenched against him. If Asmund had had the freedom, he might have rammed his tongue up there, tongue-fucking the wolf to at least see if he could break the fucking cadence, but all he could do was keep licking, rimming, teasing it.

Worshiping it.

Giving it the respect that it deserved.

His face burned as he felt Targir speed up, the soft ‘smack, smack, smack’ of their rut changing a bit. That had to be the knot, he realized. The wolf was getting close, but Anja was closer, still; he could hear the way that her moans were changing, getting closer to the orgasmic shriek that would soon come.

“Take it…take it…”

“Give me…give me those pups, dammit! Give me your pups!” Anja shouted.

Asmund’s face had never been redder, and his cock had never been harder. Murderously enraged and horny beyond belief: it was a combination that shouldn’t have been possible, but here he was, eating the ass of his tormentor while a growing part of him wanted to jerk off to the whole situation.

Squelch, squelch, squelch. Targir ground down, his knot pressing against the polar bear’s pussy, and he growled just loud enough for Asmund to hear.

“Balls. Suck my balls until I cum.”

And just like that, he was pulled from hole to sac. Wet, damp with the juices of wolf and polar bear alike, they reeked of sex. And yet, he pulled them into his muzzle without a word, sucking on them, bathing them with his tongue. Asmund felt them churning away, rolling against his tongue, right on the verge of blowing their load.

[i]If I wasn’t Soulbound…[/i]

But he was, and no revenge could be had.

He kept sucking on them, pulling back gently and licking against the heavy orbs. Each time he dragged his tongue over them, the taste of salt, of pre-cum, of sweat and flesh and manhood hit him hard. He could taste his wife, too, but more and more, he just tasted Targir. And Targir…kept…grinding…

POP!

Until his knot slid in. Asmund felt the wolf’s balls jump against his tongue, the orbs condensing as they fired their load up. He felt the pressure shift, the wolf grinding forward, and then –

“MMMMPH!”

“YES!”

The combined growls and huffs and screams of pleasure hit him hard, reminding him of what was happening. His cock slapped against his belly, reminding him of his own need, only for the command to come back to him again. He couldn’t cum, not without permission, and that meant that he was going to be blue-balled for as long as Targir commanded.

“Mmmm, good bear. Stop.”

Finally able to let the balls out of his mouth, Asmund slumped back onto his heels. He stared at the connected point where wolf cock and bear pussy were pushed together, and he could just barely see a faint white getting out around the wolf’s knot. Targir was large, but Anja was used to Asmund’s cock, and that was ever so slightly larger.

Slightly.

“Heh, you can go now,” Targir said. “This won’t be the last time that this happens, Asmund. I suggest that you get used to your new feelings. Now, go. Occupy yourself elsewhere. I’m going to make sure that my pups stick.”

“You better,” Anja said.

“Go on, bear.”

Asmund got to his feet, still fighting the conflicting feelings that he had been ordered to experience. Humiliation, anger, fear of everything else that he might lose were all very present, and he would be hours sorting that out, but more than that –

Throb.

Throb.

Throb.

More than that, his cock throbbed at the idea of the pair of them continuing to rut while he was in another part of the palace. Knowing that Anja had been taken, and that the rest of his harem might be taken soon…

Some faint part of him had hoped that the ones that weren’t Soulbound would have remained loyal, since they weren’t transferred like the rest. But now that he had seen Anja in bed, asking for – even demanding – Targir’s seed…

He didn’t know what would happen next.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: Asmund starts to learn the depths of how much he’s going to lose, and doesn’t know how he is going to handle this.

Tags: M/F, M/M, M/M/F, Cuckolding, Adultery, Fertility Tattoos, Womb Tattoo, Polar Bear, Wolf, Humiliation, Rimming, Oral, Ball Worship, Ass Worship, Breeding, Mating Press, Body Control, Series, Orgasm, Cum, Cock Control,