Tobias Redthorne
By Drockan

"There is still the matter of the heavy Rigarian fortifications on their front lines, and with the terrain, they have been made nearly impossible to flank. I'm afraid brute force is the only option left my General!," the tawny wolf slammed his fist down on the table to make his point clear. The hulking, black wolf sitting at the head of the table rubbed his muzzle and pondered. He sighed and flexed his thick muscles in frustration. The men could sense his disappointment. Rilano, his son, could sense his disappointment. If it weren't for the simple eye patch covering his grotesque scar, half the soldiers would have cringed in terror. There was something amiss with the General these days. For some reason lately, these meetings were becoming much more of a headache rather then the excitement he use to feel. The General glanced over in the corner of the room and felt his loins stir. He never had such thoughts during council. How could his concentration possibly be broken by lust?

  Tobias was standing attentively, constantly learning and thinking. Every word spoken was paid careful attention. A soldier also needed to learn proper strategy, along with good technique, to become the best he could be. That was what Tobias was being trained for, to become the best. His shining, scarlet armor looked natural on his slender, tone figure. He wore it proudly. Though in very good shape, the fox still was growing short and lean. Even though he was still much smaller than the other guards, his speed could not be matched, nor his tenaciousness. He had yet to lose a sparring match, even with those twice his size and age. The fox had been the youngest to ever join the General's personal guard. Tobias had to constantly train his mind and body for combat, and the wolf was there to help him every step of the way. Rilano sensed the General's hesitance and slammed his palm down again. "Father, I can appreciate the horrible loss of life, but we need this fort now. The only way is to pound the nail down hard. All our men, all at once! We unload our arrows, then charge!"

  The General snarled. There was not much left he could think of. "I would have thought my own son could come up with a more cunning strategy. The men don't like walking into a grinder, Rilano. How do you suppose we keep morale up the night before the battle, and what do you we suppose we do if we're left decimated after the battle, victory or not." he patiently asked. "It won't do us any good if we win and don't have the forces to hold our position." The nervous young wolf sighed at his father's reply.

"My strategy will not fail General. All I need is your order. As for the men, indulge them, lie to them, hell I don't know. We only need them for the one battle. We can always conscribe new soldiers after.... once we take the Rigarian crown there will be no one to oppose us," Rilano suggested. The young wolf was pacing back and forth. He was clearly nervous. The rest of the council only looked on. They had all agreed to present this strategy to the General, and Rilano was to deliver their message. It seemed like the only way.

  "I care more for my soldiers then that Rilano. I treat them like I would my own sons. You of all people should keep that in mind. Would you treat me the same if I fought for you? In my moment of death and glory, would I feel right if I knew my commander was pissing on my grave with his lies?" he perked his eyebrow up. The answer had clearly displeased him.

Rilano sighed again. "I'm apologize father. My answer was only out of the frustration of what must be done here. The recent sabotage has destroyed our food and water supply. The king's southern battalion has severed our resupply, and we can't afford to abandon our position now. We have a shot to capture the Rigarian king and wipe out most of his standing army all at once. He's withdrawn to this mountain fort many times and has had many successful campaigns there, but he's never faced our army. We all know it's a trap General, but with the might of our forces, we can crush any trap laid in our way."

"There is another way," a young, brash voice spoke up from the corner of the room. All eyes quickly locked on its source. Surprise, jealously, and rage filled those eyes. The voice was that of Tobias. The General slyly smirked in pride. Has his little Toby finally developed the gall to speak in the face of so much elder authority? The objection was followed by many surprised gasps and murmurs. Though the General was personally training the fox, this objection was still way out of his rank.

  "Silence whelp, or I'll send you back to your whore of a mother," Rilano was most likely speaking out of everyone's jealously in the room. Nobody had ever gotten as close to the General, not even his own sons. Nobody ever was promoted so quickly either. Rumors were always abound to why someone so young was let in on the war council. Some said the young fox was a witch that had the wolf completely under his spell. Other stranger rumors persisted. Tobias did not seemed fazed by all the nonsense. The remark did not distract or anger him in the slightest. Like always, he was only focused on his goal. The General, however, was more than agitated.

"You will let Redthorne speak! This is an open council. Damn the rest of you for your silence and constant fear that I'll discover your stupidity!" the General yelled. Tobias smirked inside. Redthorne was the name the wolf had given him, though when the two were alone he was always referred to as his little Toby.

The young fox walked forward and circled the table. He paused to look over the several maps strewn about. The members of the council leered at Tobias with anger. The fox despised the General for having such foolish advisors. "Like I was saying, there is another way. Arnika is a few days march to the south. We'll need to ration food and go hungry maybe for a day, but once there we can simply occupy the town and resupply. The Rigarian king is a very proud man. Once his scouts discover that we have snuck right in and taken over his second largest city, well he'll have to move his army. He could very well withdraw his forces and try to defend the city if he catches wind of our plan. If we take Logan's pass, we'll be in a great position to defend ourselves if it comes to that. Either way, once he is out in the open and out of his little mountain fort, then we can easily take him down. I'll be glad to go over all the details tonight father," he said to the General and gave him a wink. Rilano growled viciously. How dare that little runt of a fox call the General... father.

  "Rations! How do you think the men will feel about that?" Rilano said, as he pounded his fist on the table in jealous anger.

"Much better than walking into a deathtrap," Tobias said with a sly smile. He then peered back at Rilano. "What's wrong chief commander? Never lived off of rations before?"

"May I remind you Redthorne, your real father is a filthy traitor who is too used up anymore to be even a filthier whore. I'm surprised he hasn't given up and died. And soon my father will tire of you boy and you'll be sent straight to the den to join him! And I'll be the first one there to use you," the wolf growled in anger. Again the comment drew absolutely no anger out of Tobias. The fox had become cold and calculating. Words could do nothing to him.

This time, however, the General was a little displeased at Tobias. "Redthorne, you are never to speak to a superior officer that way. I will punish you personally." The General kept his sly smirk. He would certainly enjoy those punishments. He had yet to make Tobias scream in awhile. Of course the fox had been personally trained to endure the harshest pain. "Though you will also be rewarded for formulating such a fantastic strategy. Tell the men of the plan Rilano. We will have fresh food and water with three days march. If King Rigar wants to sit in the mountains forever, then so be it. Have scouts surround his position and report back to me on any movement of his forces," the General ordered.

  "Yes father," Rilano bowed and turned to walk out of the room. There was great disdain in his voice and anger in his gait. The rest of the council gathered their belongings and followed suit. Hushed conversations and gossip came from the men as they exited. Finally just Tobias and the General were the only ones left. There was an eerie silence in the room, though before Tobias could even turn, the General was out of his chair with his paws running through his plush fur. The wolf's large paws caressed the tone muscles underneath and pulled the smaller fox into a passionate embrace. Their muzzles locked in a deep kiss. This was a kiss between real lovers. The wolf's larger tongue pushed forcefully down the fox's throat. This was just the first step of the General's domination.

The wolf's tongue slithered around inside the fox's muzzle and forced his drool into the stomach of Tobias. Then his large paw harshly squeezed Tobias's tender rear and lifted him up in the air. The two swirled around before the General finally planted the fox with his back on the table. Tobias writhed underneath the wolf. These were the moments he loved the most. He was completely under a dominant male's control. There was so much strength and power radiating from the wolf. He wanted to feel that power radiating inside his body. "You little vixen. No wonder I never came up with that idea. I was only thinking of you the entire time. What are you doing to me, my little Toby? I've never wanted someone so much before." The fox only gave him the same soft smile he always did. That only made the wolf buck his hips up against the table. Each time he attempted to wipe that smirk off his face, it would only grow. Tobias was always able to take everything he was given. The fox's body shifted with the force of the thrust. The large bulge of the General's cock rammed against him. "I need you now my little Toby," the wolf whispered softly in his ear.

  The General's weight pressed fully down on top of Tobias. The wolf's razor sharp claws worked quickly. In only a few seconds, the metal armor from both of their bodies came crashing to the floor. The layers of leather underneath followed several seconds later. The General was wasting no time. The smaller fox sparked a fire of passion inside him that seemed to ignite at any moment and was never doused once lit. Fangs bit harshly into the fox's soft neck. The General's dominance enthralled young Tobias. After all his body was the wolf's property. He could do with it as he pleased. That promise had been made nearly seven years ago. It seemed like such a long time past.

The fox's long arms wrapped tightly around the wolf's back and drew him in close. Tobias wanted those teeth to go in as deep as they could. He wanted to be utterly at the wolf's mercy. The General's monstrous cock pressed firmly under his tail. This was the moment of his complete submission. Tobias was an expertly trained killer. He could dispatch men in a heartbeat if he so chose. The General was only male worthy enough to make him submit, and his cock was slowly gaining entrance into his body. There would be no more hesitance. With one swift thrust, the thick cock slid inside the young fox until the wolf's furry outer sheath pressed right up against Tobias's tail-hole. No other male or female could take the General as swiftly and completely. That had also been something Tobias trained hard at. The General had mounted him every single night since taking him in, and countless other times when the moment was right. It did not take long for Tobias to look forward to being with the wolf.

  The young fox trembled in pleasure. There was no greater feeling in the world than what he was experiencing now. The fiery spear of turgid flesh inside him pulsed with the General's heartbeat. Each vein and ridge was felt distinctly in the warm silky flesh that wrapped around it. Tobias remembered that first night he felt the wolf's majestic cock. In his youth he had been too young to understand the importance. Before he remembered that night only with horror. Now he became confused by the memory. The pain was easy to forget after so long, though he never found out what his father really did. So many questions had continued to be left unanswered.

Now his master was inside him. This was what his body was really meant for. Tobias was being completely taken over. The mammoth cock was touching him in ways nothing else could. It controlled his will and had complete ownership of his body just by its presence inside him. His mind would be the last thing to go, and that he always liked to give the General directly. A strong paw harshly squeezed his nape. This had nearly become ritual every time they mated. "Tell me foxy.... tell me who owns you and controls you. Tell me you no longer have a mind of your own," the General demanded with another powerful thrust. A wave of pleasure washed over Tobias.

  The young fox's lust was clouding his thinking. With every thrust, his mind slipped further and further away from his control. This would be the only way he could be driven to say such a thing. Though only admitted through lustful intentions at first, Tobias was becoming more sure every time he recited the following phrase, "You own me General. I am not an individual. I am merely an extension of.... agrrhh!" The fox had to stop from another sharp thrust. He nearly had the wind knocked out of him. The wolf's cock was swelling and seemed like it could reach anywhere in his body. With every meeting of their hips, Tobias could feel the wolf's knot bumping against his tail-hole. He swore he lived only to have that knob of flesh pulsing inside him. It would soon be there, with the rest of the General's cock, just like it always had when they mated. "I am merely an extension of you! Not even...." The fox had to pause again and wince from the acute pleasure. They were both so close.

Drool ran down the side of the wolf's muzzle while he listened. His brain had long since reverted to its feral instincts. "Say it!" he gasped with another sharp thrust. Soon his knot would reach its full girth, and little Tobias would be tied firmly to his body. He was so close to that happening. The young fox was too tight for him to last much longer. Still after all the times he had taken and bred him, Tobias was nearly as tight as the first time. No other being could even come close, though it was certainly not just the physical feeling the General loved the most, or his incredible beauty. It was the fox's complete devotion.

  "Not even my mind belongs to me," Tobias gasped. The wolf trembled in pleasure. Such loyalty was what aroused him the most. Such blind, obedient loyalty is what really drove him crazy. This fox was perfect. He slammed his hips forward several times. His growing knot pushed a little further in with each thrust. "And who does your mind belong to?" the wolf whispered in Tobias's ear. His breathing was ragged and his speech broken. He was so close. He just needed to hear the fox's sweet voice utter those words.

"You... my father." Nothing further was spoken. That was all that needed to drive the General straight over the edge. Claws dug into Tobias's hips and pulled the young fox back on his cock with all the strength he could muster. The overwhelming power nearly made Tobias feint. His mind constantly yearned to feel such power. The wolf's growing knot plunged inside and was firmly lodged within the fleshly walls of Tobias's body. The gigantic piece of flesh swelled quickly to its full girth. The two males became one. The wolf's sharp teeth bit down hard into the fox's neck. Little droplets of blood pooled on his white fur. The General's dominance exerted itself again the first moment his cum landed inside Tobias.

  Stream after stream of that live-giving warmth spread from the fox's gut, to his belly, to all over his torso it seemed. The sensation strangely made him feel complete. The wolf's cum continued to fill and fill him till he swore he would burst from the pressure. The General was known to have legendary reserves and Tobias had plenty of experience holding those reserves inside his body.

This was it. Other than combat, this was all the fox had ever really lived for since being taken in as a soldier. The first few pulses of that monstrous flesh inside him sent the pleasurable warmth shooting through his belly. He was being claimed as the wolf's bitch. Tobias was forced to gasp for air. The jaws around his neck tightened. It was always a game. The wolf kept pushing his limits and was always surprised at how far the fox would take him, more than any of his past lovers. His teeth dug in deeper. Tobias could barely breath. Tears welled up in his eyes. His paw squeezed the back of the General's head for mercy. More streams of cum followed with the wolf's bucking hips. The way his knot was tugging and yanking around was too much for the young fox. Even with the wolf's jaws cutting his breath short, he splattered his cum between the two.

  The wolf felt the fox's body tighten up. His jaws tightened as well. For a few moments Tobias could not breathe. At the same time he was experiencing the mind-blowing pleasure of his climax, he was also feeling the pain from being on the verge of suffocation. Was the wolf letting him know he could take his life anytime he wanted? Finally the teeth let up. Tobias did not realized how much his neck would sting once the wolf's fangs were removed. However, it was soon soothed by a cool, lapping tongue. "I...." the General had to stop himself. Did he really feel that way? He looked at the fox again. This time he felt remorse over all the things he had done to him. What were these feelings arising from within? Why did he continue to feel the way he did?

"Yes father," Tobias looked back up at him. The sparkle in the fox's eyes is what finally did it. All his life he traveled to distant lands and back, and yet had never found someone as beautiful and special as Tobias. Since taking him in all those years ago he had not spent more time with anyone else, even his own sons. For the last three years he had not mated with another being. The focus of all his desires had become the young fox. Why would he want anyone else? "Tobias Redthorne......" The General smiled and kissed the fox's forehead. Tobias could tell there was something different about the General lately. His touch had strangely become softer. For the first time the wolf was showing true affection. "Look at me," the General whispered. He looked down at Tobias with his one good eye. A simple black patch covered the other. Their gaze met. "Tobias Redthorne...." The General almost seemed to blush. The reaction left Tobias in awe. The wolf never showed emotion like this. Was the General... getting nervous? There was another long pause until the wolf finally uttered what he had held in for so long. "Toby, I love you."

  There was a lingering silence after. Had those words actually been uttered by the General? After all the people he killed and the horrors of battle he had faced, could someone like that even feel love? The wolf certainly never loved anyone in his life before. All those things that use to matter to him, combat, victory, money, all those things lost their meaning when compared with Tobias. He only wanted to be with the fox. Their muzzles met in a passionate embrace. They kissed as if they would never see each other again. The General was experiencing love for the first time in his wretched life. Their arms held each other tightly. The General's cock continued to pulse and dribble cum inside Tobias. The wolf was far from done though. The passion that had just been ignited spurred him on further. He wanted the fox again now more than ever. This time the wolf just wanted to pleasure his lover.

"Do you... really mean it?" the stunned fox asked after breaking the kiss. Were the butterflies dancing in his stomach the feelings of love as well? What did he know about such a thing? He only knew he wanted to be with the General.

  Looking back down with his one eye, the General quickly responded, "More than anything I ever have. Tobias.... when we finally take the Rigarian throne. I... I want to quit. I can't do this anymore. I just want us to be alone together far, far away from here. I love you my little Toby. I would give this all up to make you happy and be with you until the day I die. You've become more important than anything in this world."

Rather than becoming infatuated, the fox became confused. The precious soldier's code had been engrained into his very soul. It's principles were never to be disobeyed. "What about honor? How can you ignore the very soldier's code that we fight for and die for? How can you ignore the very rules you enforce upon those who give their lives for you. Duty in life, freedom in death. You can never leave us." The wolf was a little disturbed at the near robotic recital, and how the fox mentioned the army as "us". It was something that once would have made him proud. Now it was only disturbing. His muzzle rubbed the side of the fox's.

  "We don't always have to live by the code," the General said in a soft, loving tone. He gave the fox a soft smile trying to lighten up the situation. Tobias had become so cold lately and again was mysteriously upset by the statement.

"By ignoring honor and discipline, a soldier loses everything he has to fight for. You taught me that. You were adamant that I learn and follow those rules. You claimed me because my real father broke those rules." There was another long pause. For the first time in a long while, the wolf did not know what to say.

"Let's just talk about this later my little Toby. I want to enjoy us being one," he finally relented. Hopefully this incident was nothing for him to worry about. No one was so cold as to live without emotion. Yet he had lived as such for so long.

"Yes father," Tobias replied with a kiss to the side of his muzzle. The two embraced in the afterglow of their passionate act. Slowly the General started to grind his hips against the fox again.

Existing in a small section of the army and ever ready to travel with any company, the den was almost like several worlds in one. It needed no setting, only the right tools to construct the fantasies it employed. Decadence and beauty, pain and suffering, pure pleasure and love could be temporarily gained within its embrace, and the darkest desires of the mind could be fulfilled as much as their hunger urged them. The den was a bedrock of keeping up troop morale and gaining more recruits with its irresistible temptation. Some men came from far off lands to become soldiers and dine in its hedonistic indulgences. There were many here were worked to keep this monument to lust standing. Most were treated well enough and kept from harm. Others were highly regarded and enjoyed only very select company, but there were others who were not so fortunate.

  Slaves and prisoners who have no where else to be kept rounded out the quarry there. They tended to only the darkest individuals, with the most sadistic desires. Again and again they were subjected to unspeakable scenarios, often with the same few individuals. Those who appeased such passions never lasted for long. Grief or injury claimed everyone soon enough. Most just lost the will to live, though there was one lone fox who mysteriously drove on. The older male had been at the will of terrible people, with nothing but revenge and lust on their mind. All the crimes he himself had committed in the past were returned ten fold. Everyone thought he would have surely been dead by now. He lost his freedom, his wife, and even his son. Still there was something inside the fox that kept him going. A deep desire for vengeance.

Marcel had to endure years of watching his son being forceful taken by the General. He was there every time and watched as his son slowly learned to enjoy it. Soon Tobias was raising his tail all on his own and crying out in pleasure when the wolf's cock moved inside him. Marcel once knew that pleasure, and in his bondage he had no relief. The General had meticulously planned his torture perfectly. He was certainly surprised Marcel had lived this long. Soon enough there were times the wolf had him begging to take his son's place, just like he said he would. The shame only further stained his wretched soul. It also increased his appetite for revenge. If only he could get close enough. All these years and the wolf always covered his tail. Eventually though, the General started to tire of his presence. He saw that Tobias was developing a sense of empathy for his father. The two had to be eternally separated, at least that's what the General had planned. A solemn request from Tobias was the only thing that saved his life. Instead of death, the den became his punishment. He couldn't remember how long he had been stuck in here.

  Marcel groaned in pain as he peered up with a lazy eye. His body was covered with the lashings from three of his regular clients, cubs he use to hurt just as bad. Now they were grown and had their just desserts. Such emotions could only be fed at the source. Marcel thought it was a fitting punishment, even if he were on the receiving end of it. He groaned and looked up as the door to his cell creaked open. He did not seem to care what came through. The only purpose for which he had lived was seeming more and more out of reach. It had been so long since he had seen the General. Marcel looked up to see his son carrying in a tray of food.

"Father, are you alright?" Tobias asked and quickly rushed to his side and set the tray down. He cradled his father's head in his arms. Every visit his father always looked worse. Now he was only a shell of what he use to be. Tobias snuck a few loaves of bread and even managed to get a bowl of hot soup in. This was the only rule he broke while he was here. The General had forbid such visitation after throwing his father in here. A few well placed bribes and favors were enough to get him through. He always told the wolf he was off training, which often was the case. Marcel's body was a mess. Missing patches of fur and deep scars from repeated lashings covered his body. The tip of one of his ears had been violently bitten off. The eternal metal prison still encased his sheath, though Marcel had long since lost the desire to climax. Tobias hated when he had to come in here. It reminded him of what his remarkable life had cost.

  "Father.... you can't have two fathers Toby," Marcel hacked. He barely managed to crawl up and rest on his son's side. His trembling paw went to snatch up a piece of bread. He wasn't fed enough to live off of. If it weren't for Tobias, he would have surely starved by now.

"What I tell him is only for my survival. I know who my real father is," Tobias angrily shot back. He had to have this conversation every time he came in here, and never did they make any real progress. "He is only... he is only my General, my commander. I do as ordered. That's what soldiers do. Orders before life!"

"Don't recite that bullshit to me! Orders... survival.... don't lie to me! Don't you love him? You'll tell him anything to make him happy. I know because I felt the same way. All the things I did were to make him happy," he admitted.

"Then why did you betray him?" There was a long pause after the question. It was a question always asked and never answered. They were both frustrated to find the true meaning and ultimately understand the answer. Tobias continued, "Duty in life, freedom in death." The words were still powerful, yet seemed to lose resonance with Tobias after hearing what the General recently told him. If the head of the army was willing to break the rules, then chaos could reign throughout the ranks.

  Marcel winced in pain each time he heard those ridiculous rules recited like they were burned into his son's soul. "I never broke that rule Toby. When you were born my duty became to you. Why did I betray my oath to the General? Fine, I think you're old enough to understand." Tobias looked on. He was surprised that his father was finally answering the question. The weak voice of Marcel continued, "It happened very long ago. The General had become impressed with my skills and potential. I rose quickly throughout the ranks and soon found my way into his bed. For a period of time things became quite peaceful. Not wanting to waste money on keeping an inactive army, he granted most soldiers a time of leave. I was glad to take my first leave. I thought I had proven my worth to him and could enjoy some quality pleasure elsewhere. That's when I met your mother . We both thought it was only to be a fling while I was away, which he encouraged me to have, but she became pregnant with you. I stayed with her and we were lucky enough to have fallen in love. When you were born it changed everything. I didn't want to be a soldier anymore. I did not want to hurt others anymore. I just wanted to be with you and your mom. I told him what happened. I thought he would let me raise my son in peace. He never did. Instead he made me say horrible things Toby. He made me say I would kill you for his own pleasure. Just like you're doing now, I said those things to please him. I was lucky to escape and hide long enough. Many years passed. I thought he had forgotten. Now I know the General never forgets his soldiers."

  Tobias slowly took in the truth. He had been too young to understand it then. All his father's actions seemed so easy to understand now. Love had made his own father forget the rules. Was love doing the same thing to the General? "I..." Tobias thought long and hard about what his father had told him. "don't love him." It was an honest answer from Tobias. Though love was spoken to the wolf, he knew now it was never meant. Now it seemed he had been more than like a slave than anything else. Everything he did was for the General's happiness. The wolf hardly ever returned the favor. "Help me Toby, please," his father begged. "The General... he needs to die for his crimes."

"I can't do that to him. Even if I don't love him, I care for him. Every time we...." the fox closed his eyes and shuddered in pleasure. He felt the tickling warmth slosh around inside him. Much of the wolf's seed was still in his body from earlier in the day, and he could not wait to be in the General's bed tonight. Such heavenly pleasure could never be parted from. Did he have the will to see that happen?

  "I knew such pleasure Toby. I once thought there was no greater lover, but being with your mother, and knowing what a good mother she was, were better than any experience with that evil beast. Giving one with a good heart pleasure is the only way to really quench your passion and feel... love. I love you my son. Please help me," his father begged again.

"I... I can't let you hurt him," Tobias's voice quivered as he spoke. "Betray only one who betrays his fellow soldiers."

"Then leave me. Never come here again. You're risking everything you've gained by coming here. If he found out, you'd surely be punished," Marcel demanded. He broke free of his son's grip.

"I'll deal with the General. He will not stop me from seeing my father," Tobias stood up. He was walking out the door when something his father said made him turn his head.

"He thinks he is your father. Soon he will come to kill me Toby, and you'll be here to watch. What will you do then? You can't hide this forever." Tobias grimaced as he shut the door. He hated how he thought he was always locking his father back up. If only he could end his misery. Why did he keep on living? Was revenge that powerful a force? The young fox quickly scuttled from the door. He threw on a long robe to hide his signature scarlet armor and flipped the hood on, though there was one pair of eyes watching in the shadows.

  "Perfect... Master Rilano will be pleased," the mysterious voice whispered. Its source quickly drifted back into shadows.

The night was cool and crisp. Most of the men had settled in their barracks for the night. They needed much rest for the planned attack. The war plan was set and taken care of. The army would march on Arnika tomorrow. Tobias was in the General's chambers as always. "About what I said today Tobias," the General spoke. Tobias was disrobing the wolf and preparing him for bed. They both had just bathed. When the last of the General's clothes hit the floor Tobias started to run a fine comb through his fur. The tense, thick muscles relaxed underneath. His ear perked up. The fox was very curious to hear what the General had to say. "Nobody could possible do this forever. I have conquered kingdoms and slain vast armies at my feet. I have indulged in every fantasy I ever conceived of in my youth. What is there left for me? I just want to love. I just want to love you my little Toby." The comb stopped midway in the wolf's fur. "Please understand. I just can't do this for much longer."

  Again Tobias did not know what to think. What was happening with the wolf? Never before would he even think of such things. "So then, all the things you taught me. All those times you beat me for not following the rules. The way you tortured my father. That means nothing to you now!" the fox shouted angrily. The General turned around. The comb dropped to the floor.

"I thought I was your father," the General replied calmly. Tobias bit his lip. In a rare moment of anger, he was risking everything. If the General found out that the truth the consequences would be dire.

"Hmph... the way you tortured Marcel, after he left the army." There was a bit of sarcasm in his voice. This time the wolf would dismiss it. He looked away from the fox and for the first time felt ashamed at something he did. Never before did he feel remorse for anything he did to Tobias. Now it seemed all those sins were coming up all at once to haunt him. Did he really love the fox that much? His paw grabbed Tobias's arm. Did he train this fox so well that even he could not break his own rules without garnering opposition.

  "That's why I love you Tobias. You have unquestioned loyalty to this army. I never have seen anything like it. You have become a true soldier," the General said. Moments later he embraced the fox in a passionate hug. Tobias trembled from the way the General praised him. Still he could not get the visage of his broken father out of his mind. Marcel had paid such a steep price for breaking the rules, the same rules his own General was willing to break to be with him. The conflict made his head ache.

"Please talk no more father. Just hold me and make me yours again this night," Tobias said. He felt defeated. How could he possibly confront the General? The wolf was so much more powerful. Could such strength possibly be overcome? Tobias felt that strength when his back was pressed against the wall. Moments later his legs were lifted into the air. The two stared into each other's eyes. There was passion and love, but something else entirely strange all together. There was no trust in either set of eyes. Each peered deep into its counterpart, trying to see those hidden thoughts and intentions of the other. Neither relented any clues.

  The wolf gave him a solemn reminder before his sheath pressed firmly under Tobias's tail. "I know you're hiding something from me, but that's alright. I still love you my little Toby. I know you'll tell me when the time is right. After all that's my body you've got there, and my mind inside it." The wolf wanted to really show his dominance over the fox this night. He thought that was all that would be needed to get Tobias back in line. He wanted the fox to have loyalty to him, not the army. This time those proclamations of ownership disgusted Tobias somewhat.

"Well then, you better dig it out of me," he challenged. His tone elicited a low growl from the wolf. Tobias didn't even flinch as the General's cock slid right up inside him in one swift motion. The wolf had trained him too well. The fox's claws raked viciously down the wolf's back. Though the two may have been mentally at odds, their bodies were well trained to the response of one another. The pleasure was too great for either of them to walk away. Their eyes continued to stare down each other in a challenging manner. The conflict only heightened their passion. The General withdrew and slammed his hips against the fox as hard as he could. Tobias grunted in pleasure but did not flinch.

  "Is father tired?" Tobias mocked the General. The wolf responded with another powerful thrust. The fox's rump would surely be bruised in the morning. The General growled and gave Tobias one last angry look. Then the wolf immediately locked his jaws around the fox's neck. Tobias tried to plead for mercy but only could make a weak gurgling sound. Those fangs were seeping in. He thought that the wolf would just go ahead this time and tear out his throat.. The General, however, lacked the courage to kill the only thing he ever felt love for. His fangs eventually retreated. All he really wanted was silence and submission.

"Now you tell me!" he demanded! "That's an order!"

"Orders before life," Tobias calmly replied. The fox was not shaken even with the monster resting inside him and blood dripping from his neck. "Is that another rule you're willing to break to be with the one you love?"

A growl immediately followed. The General was not happy. Another harsh thrust made Tobias yelp in slight pain. This had been the hardest the wolf had mounted him in a long time, and the fox was surely enjoying every moment of it. He could feel the large knob of flesh pushing under his tail. They both wanted it to be buried where it belonged. "Like you said father, I'll tell you when the time is right. I'll tell you everything I've been hiding."

  With those words came an angry look and an angry thrust. Moments later the fox's cum was spilling onto both their bellies, and the wolf's gargantuan knot finally embedded itself inside the warm confines of Tobias's body. The General's strong paw snapped back Tobias's head. His jaws then clamped back around the fox's neck. Staying in the same position, he carried the fox to the bed with his cock still spurting stream after stream. They both were too exhausted to move. For the first time since taking him in, the General felt Tobias's loyalty slipping slowly away. "No matter what happens between us my little Toby, I will always love you. Remember that."

Tobias awoke with a yawn. This was one of the few times he came to with the General's knot outside his body. Still he could feel the wolf's heavy load sloshing around inside him and the soreness from his stretched tail-hole. There was something amiss this morning though. The General was not in bed. The fox leaned his head up to look around. The blurriness from his morning vision was slowly fading. Tobias only could make out a few shapes at the foot of the bed. He nearly shrieked when he recognized them. "Father!" he screamed. Marcel's broken body was crouched over with with General's foot pressing on his back. He had been severely beaten. If it were not for his terrible low moaning, Marcel would have appeared dead. There was barely a sliver of life left. Rilano was standing next to both of them in full regalia with his arms crossed smugly. The young wolf had waited for this moment for a long time.

  "Father? Which father are you referring to traitor," Rilano growled. "Certainly not my father." The General looked on. There was great disappointment in his eyes.

"Tobias, you were seen visiting this scum... and bringing him food! This was something that was strictly forbidden in exchange for his life!" the wolf yelled. "You would break your promise to me. I knew I should have killed him long ago. Now I'll have the pleasure of executing him right in front of you." The wolf stomped his foot on Marcel's back.

"And I'll have the pleasure of executing you Tobias right in front of my father," Rilano growled. He bawled his fist in a threatening manner. All the jealously he ever felt toward the fox was coming up all at once. Tobias did not even flinch.

"Kind of careless of you two not to have your prisoner bound," Tobias calmly replied. He then sat up in the bed. The satin sheets still covered most of his naked body.

"Like he is capable of anything. I could kill you and your father in one swipe of my blade," Rilano boasted. His paw squeezed around the hilt of his sword and readied it for a quick strike.

  "Hmph, look at me Rilano. I am unarmed, yet I believe the only warrior who could defeat me is your father, and your father happens to be the true traitor here. Go ahead my General. Why don't you tell your son how you wanted to abandon your army for me," Tobias said with a smile. The General sneered, while his son turned in shock.

"You lie!" Rilano yelled. He was immediately silenced by his father's paw on his chest.

"Rilano... my son, maybe one day you'll understand the way I feel. I love Tobias, and despite what he has done, I still love him. What he said was the truth. I have wronged this army in my promises. Love, is a very troublesome emotion, yet so wonderful to feel. I know that now. I apologize my son. I will never betray this army ever again, but I can not bear to bring any harm to Redthorne. Rilano, my son... kill the traitor. Kill Redthorne!" the General ordered. He turned his back and closed his eyes. The wolf could not handle seeing the fox hurt, but he knew it had to be done.

Rilano needed a few moments to take in those words. The young wolf was much too cocky to ever feel the need for love, yet somehow understood his father. Still this was a moment he had been waiting for since the little fox had charmed his father so thoroughly. "With pleasure," the younger wolf smiled. His paw slowly drew the sword from its sheath. He paced his way toward Tobias. "I've been waiting for this. I always knew you would die under my blade."

  "Well then, come and get me," the fox taunted. His paw slyly snuck its way under the sheets. Rilano was too anxious to notice.

"Die traitor!" Rilano yelled. The young wolf lunged his body forward and aimed his sword right at the fox's chest. The strike was quick and deadly, but something unexpected happened then. The clashing of metal on metal rang throughout the room. A dying grunt and gasp followed.

"Is it done?" the General asked. His back was still turned and his eyes still closed.

"Always keep something lethal in reach. You never know when your enemies will strike," the voice was that of Tobias's. "Did you think I'd ever forget those words?" Moments later Rilano's body crashed to the floor. A large stiletto was clenched in Tobias's paw. Blood was dripping from the end. The wound was directly in the heart and had killed Rilano almost instantly. A few moments of bloody gurgling was followed by the younger wolf's silence. The shocked General turned to face the scene. He dropped to his knees in horror. His favorite son's body lay on the side of the bed. Blood was quickly spilling on the ground beneath.

  "Rilano...." the wolf gasped. "My son..." The General grasped the hilt of his broadsword and drew it from its sheath. "Tobias..." The wolf's paw was trembling. There was no choice left. He had to slay the fox. "I never wanted it to come to this. Why did you betray me?" he asked. Moments later his sword was pointed right at his love's chest.

"I would have been content to stay with you forever, as a soldier. I... had a need to see my real father and find out the truth. It took all these years before he could bring himself to tell me. After that I no longer needed him, yet that very same day I found I needed him still. I knew I had been followed that day. I knew that you could not bring yourself to kill me and instead would bring your bastard of a son. With no general or chief commander, this army will undoubtably fall under the strongest's command, my command. You have become weak my General. You are no longer a soldier. You are the one who betrayed this army, and now you will pay for it," Tobias's voice was cool and calm.

  "I loved you damn it. Doesn't that mean anything!" the wolf yelled. His sword was still aimed at the fox's chest.

"You loved me? You destroyed my mother's life. You destroyed my father's life. You tortured me throughout my childhood. So go ahead and strike me down, if you can weakling. Is love going to stop you? Is love going to make you betray all the soldiers under your command. If I am clearly a traitor, then I must die by your paw. Strike me down my General, for I never loved you." Tobias threw his stiletto by the wolf's feet and Marcel's broken body. He then spread his arms to expose the white fur on his chest.

There was a long period of silence after. The wolf was much too shocked to do anything. Instead his sword stayed readied for the final strike. At last, the wolf gathered up all the strength he could. Tobias had been the only creature he ever felt true love for and now his love was betrayed. His heart felt like it had been wrenched out of his chest. "All those things you said, they were all lies. I should've known. How could I have been so stupid? My desire for such a foolish emotion has cost me a son. For all your service to this army and me my little Toby, I will at least make your death quick. That is all you deserve now." The General drew back his arm and readied to strike. His eyes were closed as his blade flew forward. Then he felt it, smooth steel colliding with soft flesh and plunging deep inside. A deathly gasp followed. The General opened his eyes.

  It was not Tobias on the end of his blade but the broken body of Marcel. The older fox's eyes stared straight down into the wolf's, and that is when the General noticed it. The same knife that had killed his own son was gripped tightly in Marcel's paw. The blade was buried deep in his body, a mortal wound. The old soldier still knew how to kill with just one strike, just as he had been personally instructed. "I can die in peace. This is the one thing I've lived for all this time. Die you bastard," Marcel uttered his last words and slumped against the dying wolf. They both crashed to the ground.

"Tobias.... I... I... still love you..." with those words the wolf closed his eyes, never to open them again. Seconds later four guards came crashing through the door. Their weapons immediately hit the ground before they all dropped to their knees. The sight was too unbelievable for any of them.

"G..G...general," one of them uttered in shock. Tobias threw the sheets to the side and slid the General's trademark ring off his finger.

  "The three before you were all traitors. They have served this army well in the past, but their hearts could not go on any further. One had betrayed this army for the love of a son and wife. One had betrayed this army because of his lust for vengeance, and our General was the worst of all. He wanted to abandon this army for all the things he punished others for. He wanted to break his own soldier's code and leave you men stranded without a true leader, all for a foolish emotion such as love. I tell you now soldiers. You have two choices. Attack me and die, or serve me with glory. I can promise you my loyalty will never stray from my soldiers, for I claim the General's title, and if anyone should challenge me then they will die by my paw. I am Tobias Redthorne, your leader and commander!" Tobias pulled the General's sword from his father's body. The guards were too frightened to act, but the fox already knew their intentions.

"Gather the men. This army will continue its march to Arnika," Tobias proudly claimed.

  At first the four soldiers hesitated. In time though, they all stood to their feet with their heads bowed. No one dare challenge the fox now. Slowly all four saluted and spoke in unison, "All hail General Redthorne!"

The End