~ Service ~

I found myself eating dinner rather slowly. I knew why. I was just delaying the inevitable.

Promised for a night's pleasure to someone I had never met before. I knew this was coming, but, not so soon. And I was scared.

My brother was trying to put up a brave face for me, which was sweet of him. I knew he was as scared as I was, but he was trying. It helped, not because of what he did, but the fact he was doing it for me. It made me smile, which seemed to make him happy.

If I had to do this alone, I'm pretty sure I'd have curled up into a ball and died by now.

My thoughts were interrupted by the words, "Master Radam, may we retire to the room to brush before serving Master Kimdel?" Now why hadn't I thought of that?

Radam had been discussing what sort of slaves to bring back from this market with Kaust when asked, and he thought for a moment, "oh, yes, good boy. Clean up as much as you can, but be quick about it."

He smiled, I knew he was genuinely pleased at the praise, and that made me happy that he was.

We both bowed our heads and departed to our rooms. There was not much in there, but we had brought some brushes. I picked one up to start work on my fur, when he said, "no, let me." I smiled at him, and nodded.

He got me to stand in the middle of the room, and he took off my loincloth. For some reason, his undressing me gave me a little thrill. Then he untied my hair, and laid the little strip of leather that at some point had become precious to us on the table. Having your hair brushed is a wonderful feeling, just relaxing, assuming your not too badly snarled.

So by the time he was done with my hair, I was much calmer. Then he started with my face. It's intimate, you know, having someone groom your face. You close your eyes, and you have to trust them. I was purring by the time he was done.

Then it was my body. Stroke after stroke over me, long ones down my back, over my tail, the back of my legs. Then he took each arm and brushed it out. Mind you, he was not doing anything special, and was being reasonably quick about it. It just felt good to be touched everywhere like this.

I have to admit I was a bit aroused by the time he got to my front, and it made me blush a little when he noticed it. He just smiled at me, and gave me a tender kiss, and then started on my chest.

Now, I know not all guys have sensitive nipples. I do. So does my brother. We found that out a long time ago when we first started jerking off together. There is just no way to brush out the fur there with out passing over them, which got some good gasps out of me. That encouraged him to brush over them again, with a growing grin, and after making some noises he seemed to enjoy, "come on, we need to hurry." He gave me that look, and did it one more time over each nipple anyway. I can't help it, I pressed into it.

He did, however, move on after that. And yes, he did linger over my loins more than he should have, and yes, I loved every second of it.

Then it was my turn to tend him, which I did happily. I was already aroused by his brushing me, and running that brush over his entire body just made me more so. I loved how he looked. I loved touching him. I loved the little pleased sounds he made, the purring, the little gasps when I brushed over sensitive spots. The fact that he was aroused too.

By the time we were done, we were in a much better mood for what we had to do. Not to mention getting our fur nice and neat, and as much of the road dust off as we could made me feel a lot more presentable and desirable. A nice fresh loincloth helped too.

Still, as we left our room to head down the hall to Kimdel's, the nervousness returned. I suppose this would have been easier if he was handsome man. Don't get me wrong, he was not ugly, he just was kinda plain. It would also have been easier if I knew him better. All I had seen of him was his being angry at his misfortune. I had no idea what he was really like.

My brother knocked on the door, and he said, "Master Kimdel?" The time for anticipation was over, we were committed now.

I was fighting the urge to run over the eternity it took that door to open. It must have been a good five or ten seconds. Again, there was that hand in mine. The soft fingertips that I knew so well caressing my fingers. I held my ground.

When it opened we took one of the postures we had been shown, with our hands clasped behind our backs, our arms straight, slightly at attention with our legs together. It stretched our fronts a bit, which having seen on my brother, I can say looks good. We kept our chins lowered and our eyes respectfully down, and waited.

There was a long pause as he inspected us with his eyes, or at least, so I presume as I did not meet them. Then he spoke, saying, "Well, you two are all the more appealing properly groomed, aren't you?" As nervous as I was, the praise made me smile a little, as well as heated my cheeks, though not as much as it had before. Being appreciated like that just made me feel good inside.

"Come" he said simply as he walked back into the room, and as we stepped in, he said, "bolt the door" which my brother did behind us. "Now stand here and show me the rest, slaves" pointing to the middle of the small room.

Now, his voice didn't have the "I am all that is Authority" ring to it that Radam's command voice had. But, still, it was unquestionably commanding. More soft stated, as if he simply expected obedience and didn't feel he need to demand it. In it's way, I found that more intimidating. Maybe it was simply because I still thought of Radam as my best friend's father deep down, but that's what I felt.

If it was hard to undress before Radam and Kaust, well, this was worse. We were almost nude to begin with, but the little strip of cloth that we had become accustom to as our clothing was hard to part with. With only a little fidgeting hesitation we did as we were told, and he said we could put them on the chair.

Again we took that posture, shoulder to shoulder this time so that our arms barely touched, with our feet slightly spread so that they too touched at the sides. I felt very vulnerable. All the more so because I could feel the arousal growing within me, and knew it had become visible now that my sheath was bared.

If I didn't find myself all that attracted to this man, why was I feeling aroused being nude before him?

Then there was the shame. This was not something a respectable man did. But I wasn't one now, I was a slave. What would my parents have thought seeing us like this? My mother would have cried. I think my father might have too. What would our friends think? Would they turn their heads, never to look back at us?

I heard him walking around us, but I was not prepared for the finger under my chin, lifting it. I knew what he wanted, and swallowing down the lump in my throat, I made myself look up into his eyes.

They were brown. Simple, plain, thoughtful. Actually calming, a bit, I don't know what I had expected, a portal to the netherworlds in them?

His voice took a kinder tone as he said, "your scared out of your wits, aren't you, slave?"

My brother started to respond, and was cut off. "I didn't ask you, boy. I asked your brother." His eyes never left mine.

I found myself thinking, "why was he focusing on me?" Then that lump of shame in my breast grew as I realized the alternative was to wish this on my brother. No. I would not do that. Unbidden to my mind cam memories of all the times he had taken the blame for something I did. Protected me, cared for me. I loved him for it.

It had to stop. I swore to myself I would never let him suffer to protect me again.

The man before me had a curious look as he watched me, maybe he could see that some internal conflict raged inside. Slavers seemed to have a skill for reading people. I looked back into his eyes and swallowed down that lump, and told the truth.

"Yes, Master Kimdel, I am."

He kept that thoughtful look, but I thought I saw a bit of a smile on his lips before he spoke, "Good boy. Honesty is a virtue that a slave should keep. Now, do you find me attractive?" and he slid his finger out from under my chin. This let me look at him. He was shirtless, wearing boots and pants, he had a bit of a belly over his buckle. He had several scars, chest, shoulder, side of his face that marred his cheek ruff. Not enough of any of it to be considered ugly by any means, but no beauty.

I could feel my brother shifting nervously against me. He was worried for me. I knew it. It helped, too, but not for the same reasons it had in the past. He could be strong, so could I.

He had told me the right answer. I just had to have the strength to say it.

"I am sorry, Master Kimdel, I do not."

I didn't know what to expect, really. I mean, he had spoken of honesty in the same breath, but would he like hearing that from a slave? Would he grow angry? I had seen his anger, and I feared it.

He laughed, and rubbed the top of my head like you might pet your family dog's.

"Wasn't easy to say, was it? Now, the other question. If your not attracted to me, why are you two getting a hardon, hmmm?"

I opened my mouth like I had an answer, I even got out, "I..." before I realized I just didn't know. I was aroused. I was scared. I was exposed before this man, who I had admitted I was not particularly attracted to. But I was.

"I do not know, Master Kimdel."

He chuckled to himself and he said, as he lifted my chin to make me meet his eyes again, "Perhaps, slave, it's because I find you attractive. And you like that." I didn't know what to say, I could not argue the truth of this. "Attention whores, the both of you." My ears pinned back shamefully, really, I didn't need the help to feel bad.

"Good for you."

That stopped me in my tracks. I gave him a most confused look in return. Was he mocking me on top of it?

I'm guessing he read that in my eyes from what he said next.

"Seriously, boys. Your SLAVES. Pleasure slaves. That does not just mean touching people, that means looking good. Making your master think "hmmmm, it's going to be so relaxing to fuck these boys when I'm done here," giving him something to look forward to after a long day. And slaves look their best when they enjoy being looked at."

He let that sink in as he released my chin and walked around us again, slowly. The image he painted was crude, but undeniably true. It was ok to enjoy it. More than ok, it was something desirable for us.

Understanding something is not feeling it. But, it's the first step down that path.

My brother gasped, but I kept my eyes down and forward, curious as I was. Then I did too, as he stroked his paw over my rear. It made me swallow, and it was turning me on more. Feeling my glands slip free of my sheath was not helping my embarrassment. Still, the burning in my cheeks was not as bad. It was alright for me to show my arousal in front of this man. I just had to keep telling myself that.

The raccoon was again before us, and he looked at us and then placed one of his fingers on each of our chests, and drew them down slowly, brushing quite purposefully over a nipple, which got gasps from both of us as it made them stiffen out of our fur, and down over our stomachs, which tensed at the almost ticklish touch. He then ran his finger down the side of our sheaths and rubbed it under our balls, which made both of us "ohhh" softly and squirm a bit.

He seemed done with that inspection and he said, "you both react exactly the same, it's amazing. Sensitive too." He seemed pleased, which made me smile. I could hear the grin in his voice as he said, "And you like being praised. Good, good..."

Less than gracefully he sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Come here and take my boots off, it's been a horrid day, and you two are going to make me forget all that." We kneeled and did as he asked.

"Hurr, my feet are sore, rub them boys." We did, I would not say we had the best training for it. Master Rodam and Kaust didn't train pleasure slaves often. I think we did well enough, though, from the contented moans that he made, and the way he flopped onto his back on the bed.

He let us dig our thumbs into his pads and the arch of his foot for a while before saying, "ok, I think my feet work again" wiggling his toes to prove it, which got a giggle from both of us. I guess we were starting to relax a little. "Now, pull my pants off."

It wasn't as bad as I feared. I duno what I expected, a demon to jump out the moment he was nude? I could feel my stomach as I pulled them off, but then, that's it. He had a sheath and balls just like everyone else, and much to my surprise, the fact he was a little hard pleased me. He was hard because he found us sexy.

I found that we were both stroking his thighs as we waited for him to give us an order, and that seemed to delay the process because he was making a churrr as we did it. When he eventually did, he said, "get up here and use your muzzles and paws, boys." He got fully into bed himself, and we crawled up after him.

I remember we laid out beside him, and started touching and caressing him. We slowly explored his body with our paws, and what he reacted well to, we did more of. He had his arms around us and fondled us a little, but he seemed content to let us pleasure him. Whatever else I've said about the man, he did have a nice cock.

What makes a nice cock? I've seen a lot. Most I've liked, some have just been weird, but none the same. There also seems to be no way to guess what it will look like before it comes out. So all I can say about the ones I like is that I'll know 'em when I see 'em.

Anyway, this was the third I'd see, I liked the way it looked, I liked touching it, and I loved watching my brother go down on it. The way it contrasted with his muzzle, how it slipped in and out of his lips... but it was the expression he got that made it. Lost in his own little world sucking that shaft. I knew what it felt like, and it was beautiful to see.

Master Kindel also liked to just touch and be touched, even after he got his satisfaction. He held us to his sides and stroked our back, and we pressed into his fur. It was nice, and made me purrrr which got a smile from my brother, who joined me in that shortly.

I thought that would be it for the night, but no, Kindel was curious about us, and after enjoying relaxing with us, he propped himself up in bead, and said, "Kiss, boys."

Seeing the puzzled looks on our faces, he said, "Come on, kneel up and kiss each other for me."

We leaned forward and touched our lips together shyly, not sure why he wanted us to do this.

"No no, come on, you two love each other don't you? Are you ashamed of that? Show me. Prove to me how much you love each other. Hold each other and KISS."

There are times where it's really nice to have dark fur. It hides a flush really well. I looked at my brother, and he at I, and our eyes met. I concentrated on him, how I felt about him, how we have taken care of each other for all these years, and I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his back, one hand coming up under his hair to hold his head, and he did the same for me. And then we kissed, like we had in the cot that first time we really kissed, like we had in private many times now.

This time, we did it to display how we loved each other. To announce to the world our passion. Well, ok, to one raccoon who clearly appreciated it.

He churred and he said, "damn boys, that is lovely. Do you two care about how much you sell for?"

I was confused by why he asked, and I said, "yes?" My brother caught what I had missed, and said, "Master?" He didn't blink an eye at the fact that one of us had finished the other's sentence. We have since covered for each other that way many times.

"I figured you might. I'm assuming your family gets a cut beyond whatever was guaranteed. I'll tell you what, do that, on the auction block. Show your love to the people buying you, and you'll fetch a hell of a price."

My brother said, "Master, in front of a crowd?" sounding just about as embarrassed as I felt at the idea.

"Yes. Right there. In front of a big crowd of bidders, the curious, anyone who happens to walk by at the moment. Everyone. Think of it this way, your love is one that any other time would be forbidden. Brothers? Good gods. But not for you. Yea, I'm sure this has been hell for you, but the one thing you can take from it is that you never have to be ashamed of that ever again. Enjoy that."

I looked at him, and then into my brother's eyes. Silver linings, I suppose.

The raccoon chuckled and said, "I'd make more use of you two, but damn it if it's not late. I've got a blacksmith to argue with in the 'mornin. Go back to your Masters."

I found myself leaning down to nuzzle at his cheek before I got up. I don't know why, but I had found myself feeling affectionate for him. My brother hugged him before he got out of bed. As we were getting dressed, he said, "Think about what I've said, boys. No shame. No hiding. In that one little way, you've found freedom. Hang on to that. Now git."

We walked downstairs to the main room of the tavern where Kaust was sippin something from a mug. We shot each other smiles as we did, we were happy. We walked up, kneeled with out a word, and kissed each other tenderly.

He looked down at us as we did, and smiled at the little display, and then went back to his drink.

He didn't bother asking how it went.