The job of a medieval messenger is not an easy one. It often takes a fair bit of intelligence, planning, survival skills, and a pinch of luck. Orson was a fox, young and promising, at 15 years of age, he already had a good reputation as being dependable even when the trek was treacherous. Orphaned at a young age and living on the streets, he was used to using his wits to survive. His latest employment was to deliver a set of scrolls to a college some 14 days away. The pack was light enough, and he was able to tag along with a caravan on the first few days of the journey. 

There came a fork in the road where the vulpine had to split from the safety of a group and continue on his own way though. Orson had purchased a map of the new area he was traveling through and on the 7th day he came upon a vast dense forest. The dirt road that he was traveling continued into the woods, but narrowed quite a bit as it was not often traveled. He judged that it’d take at least a day to get through the forest according to the map. The forest has a most ominous name given to it, called the “Forest of Lost Souls”. It was going to be important that he make it through this part of the journey in just one day, sleeping in the forest alone is a good way to end up inside the belly of a hungry animal. 

Orson started his trip into the dense dark foggy forest that seemed more empty of life than anyone would expect. The air felt heavy, and there was a general level of unease that came over him a few minutes after entering it. I prompted the fox to pick up his pace and jog for a few miles. Midday he took a rest, ate some food from his pack, and rested for a short while before he began moving again. It was a cloudy day, gloomy and depressing, the sun wasn’t going to show itself at all. It was more reason to get out of this place sooner rather than later. Unfortunately shortly into his travel again, the fox hit a gopher hole in the ground and rolled his ankle, sending him tumbling to the ground and yelping in pain as he groaned and held his sprained ankle. 

“Ohhh fuck fuck fuck! Noooo god damnit!” he looked up at the sky above. “You stupid asshole!” he cursed the gods above. After a few moments of letting the pain subside, he stood up and tested his ability to walk, and he wasn’t doing too well with that now. Even with the aid of a walking stick fashioned into a crutch he moved at half his normal speed. Still, he pressed on knowing he couldn’t stop. The hours ticked by and when the sky started to dim he came to the realization that he wasn’t going to exit the forest before night had arrived. He was going to have to stick it out, make a campfire, and sleep with one eye open. 

Setting up camp and getting some wood and a fire going was easy enough. He made himself a sleeping spot, tying a hammock between two trees to ensure he wasn’t sleeping on the ground for all the bugs to get to him. Night settled in around him as he warmed up a bit of water and name himself a comforting soup with some food and mushrooms he spotted nearby. With his steel dagger on his hip, and a makeshift torch ready to be ignited,  he figured that is all he would need to keep any animals at bay, but he wasn’t aware there was another kind of animal that called this forest home. 

The smell of the fire, the light, and the recent scent of a traveler had already drawn the attention of two beasts. Curious the scaled lizardmen approached the spot the fox had chosen to set up his camp. They watched him at a distance, hidden and silent. They were hunters of men, wearing loin cloth made from lesser animals, having pointed spears as weapons, they plotted and planned how they would attack and take the vulpine prey that walked into their forest. Whispering quietly they agreed on who would do what job in this little ambush, and then they moved in different directions. 

Orson could feel that something wasn’t right and continued to look over his shoulder, ears shifting around to listen carefully, but he couldn’t detect anything out there. This forest has him jumpy, but there was good reason for that. He poked at the fire with a stick just before he hear a clear as day growl coming from his left flank. He gasped and grabbed the torch, lighting it and bringing it up, and raising it up into the air above his head while his other hand pulled out his small dagger. He turned to face the direction of the growl. Then he heard another growl, coming from behind him. He spun around, the sound of fire whooshing through the air as he swung the torch to defend the backside of him. Still, he saw nothing. 

The growl from the first direction came again, and he quickly turned around again, the fox realizing he was pincered, he stepped on his injured ankle too much and winced and stumbled. Of course, the two reptiles saw the injured movement of their prey and knew that capturing him would be even easier because he could not run away. A chuckle, a dark sinister chuckle came from behind him this time, not a growl. “Heh heh heh heh, you scared boy?” the voice asked. 

Orson gasped and swallowed, he’d rather fight beasts than bandits! “I won’t go down without a fight! Stop fucking teasing me and face me!” 

The other lizardmen at his back started to circle around counter-clockwise as they moved in a circle around him, keeping him distracted and unaware of just where either one of them might jump out from the darkness from. Orson could see flickers of shadows moving, with hints of green scales and long thick flowing tail slipping back into the black shadows as the sound of movement came from their feet. After another half-minute of teasing the first attacker stepped up close enough that the campfire light would illuminate him. He had his spear in hand, but it wasn’t held at the ready, but beside him, as he posed with it planted on the ground. Orson’s heart was racing as he eyed the much larger male scalie with growing dread. He was big, standing at least two heads taller than the fox, with arms thick and muscled the side of the fox’s own thigh. 

The reptile gave a slow hungry lick of his lips and eyed the fox from a distance and let the intimidating side and presence sink into the fox that he was no match. Then the fox heard movement behind him, he turned to look and the other one showed himself too now. This one chuckled again. “Nowhere you can run where we won’t find you, foxy boy!” 

“You got no chance at all, now drop your little touch, would want you to burn down our forest by accident.” 

Orson raised the dagger in his hand up “You come near me and I’ll stick this in your neck!” The display of the steel put both reptiles into a defensive stance, spears leveled toward the fox now, ready to strike. 

“That would be foolish, foxy.” The first one said. 

The other one drew his attention next causing Orson to turn his head “Make it easy for us, and you, drop that steel and step back. We won’t hurt you.” Says the lizardmen pointing a deadly spear in the fox’s direction. 

“Fuck you! Come near me and I’ll kill you!” the fox tried to sound brave, but he was in a panic, head constantly shifting back and forth from one to the other as they started to step forward towards him, getting closer and closer. He swung the torch through the air at them to fend him off, knowing that soon their spears would be close enough to stab him. “GET BACK!” he screamed out, voice cracking in fear. 

“You can’t win. Drop the steel fox, or we’ll have no choice but to kill you!” one of them said. 

Orson shook his head “NO! Stay back.” The other reptile made a quick shuffle of his feet which made Orson jump and turn to face him and swing the torch again. “STAAAY BACK!” he cried out louder, with more stress and dismay in his young voice. 

The two scaled brothers exchanged a look and both took a step back giving the fox room to calm down. “We don’t want you, we just want what you got.” Says one of them. 

The other one added “Yeah, it’s not worth losing your life over, is it? What is it, gold? Silver?” 

Turning to look between one and the other the fox whimpered. “It’s nothing you’d want, it has no value to you, it’s words on parchment, nothing you can sell or trade!”

Hissing in frustration the reptile facing the fox said “Let us see for ourselves. Drop the steel, foxy boy, or we’re going poke holes all through your pretty pelt.”

Again the other one spoke up “Yessss, just drop the steel, put the torch down. You don’t have to die here fox. Don’t throw your life away, c’mon boy.”

The fox couldn’t help but wonder if they were being honest, they could have just killed him by now, maybe all they did want was whatever he had, not his life. The lizardmen could see the fox considering new options and let him have his moments which paid off when Orson slowly bent down, and carefully set his dagger on the ground. “Don’t kill me, please, I’m just a messenger.” 

With the blade out of the fox’s hand, both of them eased up and approached him. The closest one looked directly down into the fox’s eyes and slowly took the torch from him and dropped it onto the campfire to burn away while the other one came up behind Orson and gently pulled his wrists behind his back and began to tie them together with a rope off his own hip. “Don’t you worry, we’re not going to kill you.” Said the large scaled man standing in front of him while the other secured his arms and pushed down on the fox’s shoulders to force him to kneel. 

Orson swallowed and hung his head low, he was capture, a prisoner, at their mercy now and he didn’t know what to expect. He sure didn’t expect the hand of the one in front of him to lay gently on the top of his head and press and rub into the base of his ear before he issues a soft hushing sound to calm the fox further and reward his submission. He could hear the other one going through his pack now, and the fox looked over his shoulders to see the scrolls and such being pulled out and inspected. There were at least a dozen of them. 

Once the scrolls were gathered up, the reptile brought them over and without a second thought, tossed them into the fire to burn away. The fox gasped “NO! Oh, why did you do that!?” he looked up at the one cupping his head. “Why did he do that?” he asked with genuine shock. 

The large hand on his head slowly petted over his ear and down the side of his face until his finger and thumb came up to gently hold Orson’s chin and direct his case up at the reptile. “All we want is you, foxy boy.” At that moment the fox’s heart sank into his stomach, just before his leather pack was tossed into the fire as well, all his things, map, some food, prized possessions, all burning now. 

The fox’s chin starts to tremble, eyes welling up. “You said…”

“I know. I know. Shhhhh.” The scaled man stroked his hand over the younger male’s head and face just as his companion knelt down behind the fox and scooted up close to take hold of Orson using his strong arms. The fox’s head was pulled up and back with an arm under his chin, preventing his head from turning or moving away by the one behind him. The other reptile arm wrapped around Orson’s torso and body and pulled the fox back against the strong muscled body of his captor, holding him so very close while his eyes gazed up at what he had to consider to be the leader now. 

The alpha male dropped his spear off to the side and stepped right up in front of the restrained fox, and a hand lowered onto his own hip and started to untie the knot holding his loincloth over his body. Orson was frozen in fear and watches as that furry animal pelt dropped away to reveal truly thick and impressive male anatomy. The ebony-colored cock was already slowly pushing up out of the cream-colored scaled sheath, and soon a set of thick fingers began to stroke that sheath up and down the firming cock while large peach-sized testicles hung between those powerful thighs almost as thick as Orson’s body. 

The lower hand of the lizardmen holding Orson ran his paw down the fox’s chest, fingers dipping into the fox’s own pants, and finding the young male’s sheath and taking a hold of it. Orson gasped and tensed up, and that is when a soft whisper came to his ear. “Don’t fight it, just let us win.” Those skilled fingers started to stroke and lightly jack the fox. The pleasure that he felt made his lips part in a slow deep exhale of pleasure. That is when the alpha moved one hand to the side of Orson’s face and used the fingers of the other one to guide his semi-hard manhood to the slightly parted lips of the vulpine boy. It only took the slightest amount of pressure and the fox’s jaw relaxed, lips parted, and soon ebony reptile cock was pushed inside a warm moist fox muzzle. 

“Suck your alpha.” The one that whispered to his ear said, and the fox did just that, as the scent and taste of another male, a stronger superior one, washed over his senses. He lived in that moment, eyes feasting upon this strong male body and form towering over him, his ears hearing the crackle of the fire and the pleased murrs of the man in front of him as well as the one behind him. Orson felt his body embraced so tightly he couldn’t move, his cock swelling within another man’s hand, the feel of slight throbbing between his lips as the alpha’s cock pulsed in time with his heartbeats, the taste of salty musky flesh sliding over his tongue, and the scent of another male filling every breath. Orson drew harder upon that cock and let them win. 

The alpha felt the sucking and rubbed the young boy’s head with his hand and fingers, murring “Good. This is all that matters now, don’t stop.” The alpha demanded. Just like that the one holding him so tightly loosened his grasp and started to undress the fox without disrupting the oral sex that was happening. The fox’s clothes were pulled down, torn off where they had to be until finally the fox was covered in nothing but his own fur. 

Orson didn’t even realize his hands had been untied until his wrists were gripped and raised up so his hands would rest on the alpha’s hips. He did what anyone would do in this situation though, reached around and grabbed two hands of rump cheek and pushed his lips further down on the cock in his mouth. Orson wasn’t restrained any longer, his cock was hard and pulsing in the air untouched, his body there to be enjoyed by the two males with him beside his own campfire. 

The alpha gently pulled his glossy black cock out of the fox’s mouth and let it lay over the top of his face. “Turn around boy, I want you on all fours. I’m taking your virginity from you.” He announced matter of factly to Orson. The fox paused for a moment, looking at the dick pressed to his face, then past it to the man it belonged to. He couldn’t say no, not now, so he gave a nod of his head and slowly turned around and dropped to all fours. Before him now was the other one, his cock hard wet and dripping precum. The other reptile knelt before Orson and presented his cock to the fox which Orson clearly already knew how to handle. Just like that, he was sucking the cock of the other reptile while his new alpha knelt down behind him and pulled his tail up. 

That tight little rosebud was going to bring so much pleasure to the cock that was going to open it. Slick with saliva, that ebony dick was pressed to the fox’s hole, his hips firmly grabbed and held in strong powerful hands. The lizardmen leaned forward and let the pressure build up until he felt that tight ring slowly opening around his girth, and slipping into the virgin’s body. The alpha pushed himself forward with slow steady pressure and allowed all 11 inches of his manhood to push up into the smaller helpless male youngster before him. Orson whined loudly and squirmed on both cocks, one in his mouth, the other one he’d swear was pushing a bulge out via his stomach. 

Orson kept his hand planted on the ground, and for that he was rewarded with the delicate touch of his alpha, reaching around the fox’s hip to grab the fox’s hard dick and began giving it soft tugs. The renewed pleasure in his loins and brain encouraged him to suck harder on the cock between his lips and squeeze his body down around the alpha male inside him. The alpha’s other hand grabbed the base of the fox’s tail and used it as a handle while he started to hump and take the fox. The other reptile hand his hands planted around Orson’s head, holding it tight and fucking the fox’s mouth. 

The two predators leaned in over the top of the fox and shared a passionate kiss with each other as their cocks were treated to the pleasures of a squirming struggling male fox at the same time. The alpha broke the kiss and murred “You ready to off him?”

“Oh yeah, I’m ready.” He answered back. 

Orson couldn’t hear what they said, and right now his mind was muddled, and couldn’t think clearly as he sucked hard on that cock between his lips and rolled his tongue around the precum leaking head over and over, tasting the salty goodness that leaked out of that dick. The lizardmen pushed their hips forward and held their cocks fully sheath inside the fox. Orson’s throat was plugged, he couldn’t breathe, but he felt the tug on his cock getting faster as his head became dizzy. The pleasure continued to mount for him, deep in his loins, he could feel every inch of the alpha inside him throbbing away, equally feeling the other one in his throat. The fox started to shake and convulse and then he popped!

Warm vulpine ejaculate started spurting across the dirt just as both lizardmen raised up to their feet, leaving the fox suspended between them, unable to touch the ground, weak, and without any hope of survival now. They both gave a few finishing thrusts before their heavy loads started pouring out into both ends of Orson’s little body. They released their hands on the fox and let their hard pulsing cock hold the fox in the air between them instead as they enjoyed their pleasured release. 

Orson was so weak, he was trying to suck in breath but couldn’t. “Bye-bye little foxy boy.” The one choking him with his dick said. The fox dangled there with arms and legs slightly swaying after another minute passed. Alpha was the first to pull his cock free, and gently lowered the fox back down to the ground with a display of care for the boy that they just raped to death. “I skinned the last one, it’s your turn.” The other one said, picking up the dagger from the ground and passing it to the alpha. 

“Yeah, I know. I do love working up a good appetite by killing the cute ones like this.”

“Me too.”