We woke that morning a bit before Honas did. That brings up an interesting problem in our new life: what do you do when your awake, and your master is not? We were there to warm the bed for him, not entertain ourselves.
Well, we got to spend some time learning how to deal with that problem. Quietly we stretched out arms out over our master to touch each other, resting them there as our fingers caressed the other's cheek. It made me smile, as it did my brother. It was so very hard not to purr as loudly as I wanted to.
I don't know how long I spent touching and being touched as I stared into my brother's eyes, minutes? An hour? Yes. This was a good way to spend these moments.
Eventually he awoke. When, I'm note entirely sure, because when he spoke I nearly jumped out of my pelt. "Well, now... it's good to see you two were not just making a show of yourselves on stage."
I found myself trying to hide my face against his chest suddenly, and my ears pinned back from the embarrassment. Why it felt like I'd been 'caught' doing something is beyond me, but that's what it felt like. A quick glance confirmed that my brother felt about the same.
It just made him chuckle, and he patted us lightly on the back, and said, "Ok, time for me to fetch the carriage, boys."
He was about to sit up when my brother rubbed his nosepad over the feline's nipple, and said, "Master, are you certain we can not provide you something before you do?"
Honas responded to that touch, I could see his grey nipple stiffen against my brother's nose, and feel the intake of breath under my cheek, even if I could not hear it. He then relaxed back down into the bed and he said, "mmmmm, I suppose I'm not in that much of a rush."
It was all the encouragement we needed.
His other nipple was right under my lips, and I found myself caressing it with my tongue with out really thinking about it, as my hand roamed his chest. He was a handsome cat, despite the long scar over his ribs and a few on his arms. Sometimes I think that is just a badge of a slaver's office.
I felt a hand on the back of my head pressing my muzzle into his chest, and he said with a lustful growl, "rougher, boys." I took that nipple between my lips and suckled firmly on it, squeezing my tongue down over it, and the rougher I got with it, the more insistent that hand on the back of my head got.
I soon found myself nibbling on it pretty hard, while my brother's and my hands were fondling his hard shaft and his balls, alternating between the two. It was impossible to tell our purrs apart, they just faded together in a loud sound of pleasure.
I'd had more sex in the last few weeks than I had in my entire life, and still this casual pleasuring of a man I had just met had me raging hard against his side.
I felt his hand lift me from his chest, his fingers had worked into my hair and gotten a grip in it. It hurt a little, but for some reason, it just made me want it. The gasp that caused made my brother look up at me, and as my head was forced down, I think I caught a hint of jealousy. Oh, I don't mean as in he was upset with me, just that he wanted what I was about to get.
His cock? I guess it was not remarkable. Not large nor small, not thick nor thin. It was just hard and wet. I guess that is what I can say about him, he got very wet when excited. Oh, and he had a nice taste, not all that bitter that some are.
And he fit very nicely in my muzzle.
He didn't hold back, and I swallowed it all.
It didn't take him long to recover his composure and tug us off his sides so he could get up, and he said, "mmmm, good boys, you work well together. You two may cum if you do it quickly." He got up to dress then, leaving us to each other.
I don't know that I would have done it right there like this, but my brother... well, I guess he wanted something after watching me go down on our master. He turned over into a familiar position, and I found myself just doing with out thinking, wrapping my hand around his back and rear, taking his so familiar shaft into my mouth as I felt him take mine, laying on our sides a mirror of each other.
Oh gods did he want it too, I could just tell from how he touched me. That aroused me as much as anything could. We came before he even got out the door, with the sound of his amused chuckle in our ears.
Regardless of how lust filled as I was in that moment, the fact that he left the door open as he walked out, giving orders to the bear... well, I guess it was not a secret that we had sex, but that's a bit more blunt of a way to announce it to our new traveling companions than I'd have chosen.
The bear was chuckling, I don't know what the two vulpines thought of the sight because I didn't look up.
We managed to get disentangled from each other and dressed, and we helped the others pack the few things our Master had.
So in our quiet embarrassment at that little display, it was left to our vulpine counterparts to break the ice and ask the bear his name.
Earl.
Now the white fox, Iry, seemed fascinated by Earl's collar. Eventually I just had to say something, and asked, "what are you looking at, Iry?"
He looked at me, and fidgeted a bit, and then he turned to Earl and asked, "Isn't that a gladiator's collar, Earl?"
"Yeah."
That had the four of us just gawking at him. That was not legal in the Empire, it had not been for generations.
Iry seemed to know more about it, I guess. He asked, "Your from Uthron too, I suppose?"
Earl was not the most vocal man, I suppose. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't dumb, you could see the thought in his eyes. He just didn't like to say much.
"Yeah."
Uthron was a small kingdom on the northern border of the Empire that had made itself unappetizing enough that it had never been conquered. It's people were as rugged as it's terrain, and violently anti-imperial.
That didn't stop goods, including slaves, from being traded across the border though.
Iry asked, "What did you go by?"
"I was called The Unscaled Mountain."
Iry just gawked then, and Earl went back to making sure nothing had gotten left behind. Finally I just had to ask Iry, "What?"
The fox said, "Just... something of a legend. He was never defeated, or even it's said cut. He disappeared at the top of his game, no one knew why."
I guess he could feel our eyes on him, because he sighed, and he turned and sat on the edge of the small table.
"Ok, boys. It's really simple. My owner was a fool and gambled away my success, and for various reasons didn't want to be found out. Master Honas arranged for his debts to be paid and for him to move elsewhere, in exchange for myself. That took me out of the ring before I was taken down, and I'm grateful. And that's all there is to it."
The look he gave us made it very clear there would be no more questions on the subject. Thankfully that silence was short.
The door opened and Honas said, "ok, our coach is here, lets get going. It's a long trip."
Earl did all the heavy lifting as we loaded our master's stuff onto the carriage, and we did all the little work we could with out risking ourselves. I still felt a little odd being treated as if I were fragile.
The Unscaled Mountain took a seat on top of the carriage next to the driver, wearing light armor, the colors of the guild, and a huge broadsword strapped over his back. I guess if I was a highway man I'd wait for the next traveler if I saw that.
I suppose that was the point.
The driver at one point asked, "So you must do a good job keeping your Master safe, eh?" Trying to make chitchat with his new traveling companion I guess.
"Yeah."