III: Guilt [Brothel]

Grey the Unmovable Mountain was the guild master of the Northern-Pahklaay's biggest city Tepikyi branch of the [Guild Of Never-resting Souls] which, despite being a relatively small guild to begin with, was a force that no-one desired to mess with.

...and he always felt so stressed. But it was a good thing that he never really met with anyone in person, so at least he still was able to walk down the lively streets of Tepikyi without random low-rank explorers trying to suck up to him (as if it would ever work).

It's been twelve years since he had taken his position as the branch guild master, and during all of these years only one thing was ever been able to relieve Grey of the stress.

Sex.

So another reason as to why he didn't even want to deal with anyone in person was that like this he was able to visit the city's Red-Light district whenever he felt like it (and didn't have to work) withou people recognising him. And, among all the establishments within the distric, he actually had a favourite - The Dancing Duchess – a brothel that was like no other. It was elegant, clean, and never leaked any rumours.

As he approached, the woman, who sat at the counter and who Grey recognized as the owner of The Dancing Duchess, smiled politely. - It's been a while, - she said, - we have a new face, if you are interested. -

- Is that so? - he said while scratching his chin that was clad by a greying beard.

- Indeed. A boy, he said he was seventeen when I asked, - the owner explained, - he said he's fine with providing entertainment for a few nights in exchange for a place to stay while he's at the city. Well, he's pretty cute, so I have no problems with that, - she grinned. Of course, she wouldn’t have any problems with that as long as the boy worked for the room. - So do you want to try some fresh meat? Or something that you are used to 'work' with? -

- Well, it's been a while since I've done a man, so may as well, - he let out a laugh as he placed down the sum that was the standard price for a night at The Dancing Duchess. After the owner made a quick count, Grey received the key and made his way to the room number 211.

Quiet knock on the door, so the new entertainer would know that he was going to go in (appropriate choice of words when in a brothel, Grey just couldn’t help himself). He opened the doors and without even looking at the person, who he was going to spend this night with, Grey put the key into the hole (and again) and turned it twice, so the room would be locked and no-one would barge in during the wrong moment.

The man took of his overcoat as he glanced over to the boy who was sitting on the bed with an unreadable expression. The first thing that Grey noticed was that the boy definitely wasn't seventeen, but still looked like he should be an adult; the next thing was the way that the boy had dressed – a rather interesting style. He wore a loose somewhat robe-like jacket with a floral pattern that was fastened with a belt around his waist just above a silvery-white fox tail (Was he an albino?), underneath the jacket was a neatly buttoned white shirt with a black bow around his neck, oh, and the boy's feet were bare – Grey wasn't sure if the fox had already taken his shoes off or he simply didn't have them to begin with.

The owner was right, this boy – or rather young man (it sounded a lot more better than 'boy', considering the reason why Grey was here) – really was cute, despite his rather blank expression.

- Good evening, sir, - a quiet voice reached Grey's ears, - I'll be the one providing service to you tonight. - This little fox probably had never said these words with a meaning like that ever before, although he did good job hiding that fact as he only shifted his gaze somewhere for the short moment of saying 'service', but nonetheless Grey noticed that and wondered if the young man was nervous.

Of course, he must be.

Instead of any kind of answer, Grey walked towards the bad while taking off his attire – as his cloak had been dropped to the ground when he entered, the next ones off was his jacket and shirt. He didn't even try to make his stripping look even a tiny bit sexual as he had came here to literally fuck the stress out, but the short moment when a startled expression appeared on the fox's face, he did wonder if he looked a bit too aggressive, so he decided to take this slowly.

(But why did it matter? He paid, he could do with him whatever the fuck he wanted.)

Grey slowly approached the young man who sat on the bed and bend down to open the belt around his waist. As the belt was open, he quickly took of the other’s jacket and started to unbutton the white shirt – Grey decided that it would be nice to leave the black bow where it was, so opening the shirt's collar was a bit troublesome, but as soon as it was done, there were already two half-naked men on the bed.

While trying to not look too impatient and aggressive (he really didn't want to make this little fox scared), Grey quickly took off his pants and did the same to the young man who was so nicely submissive. - Now, there, - his voice was low and careful, - be a good boy and turn around, understood? -

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As the boy (young man, damn it, he corrected himself) laid down on his stomach, Grey gently caressed the bare back in front of him. Although he had originally come here to fuck the stress out, he had started to enjoy the soft skin and naiveness, an inexperience of the brothel’s “fresh meat”, and it didn't took long for his cock to start to swell. Even though he usually didn't care, this time he carefully laid down on the top of the younger male (while trying not to hurt his white tail by an accident) so that his chest would touch the other's back just to whisper in the fox's ear: - So, what should I call you? - Grey was certain that his question will be answered; a moment later he slowly slid his manhood into the little fox's hole.

- Ahh, - instead of a name Grey heard a moan escaping the younger males lips as Grey continued to make slide deeper within the hole. - I-t's – aaah – the Collector, - the little fox managed to answer between moans and gasps, as Grey started to move his cock with an increasing speed.

- Then, - thrust, - I'm, - out, - pleased, - thrust, - to eat you, - Grey cheerfully said while his left hand had found it's way to the youth's chest and had started to stroke from around where his heart was down to his private parts, starting to rub them as he increased his speed again, after all, it would only be polite to help the young fox to come as well, no? The amount of the boy’s moans and gasps certainly increased, and it was so obvious the he was so inexperienced – it certainly didn’t take many strokes for liquid to start to flow from the boy’s cock.

- So why are you here, under me, instead of enjoying your youth, learning, and exploring the world, mmm? - Really, now, this reminded Grey of his elven team-mate who he visited almost a half-year ago and who was drinking her life away at a fancy tavern; but thinking about people he hadn't met for such a long time while his hands were on a soft lad and his cock was in the said lad certainly wasn't necessary.

Well, it certainly didn't sound like this little fox would be able to answer now or anytime soon as he was moaning quite hard right when Grey increased the strength as he felt that he was so close to spilling now and wanted to speed up the process for a bit...

...and feel the bliss that came in form of his juice on the little fox's soft skin.

After quite the while of 'working', Grey finally felt exhausted enough to abandon his position on the top of the lad in favour of dropping on the bed right next to him. His hand almost automatically reached the younger male's head to pat it like he would his pets when they did as drilled. - Good boy, - Grey said unsure if he said it because of his tonight's entertainer was just a young boy or because he was of fox-kind and so related to dogs, - now, would you mind answering my earlier question? -

The little fox lift his head from the pillows in which he head breathed ever since he was released of Grey's 'sword'; although his cheeks were flushed and he breathed heavily, he still did his best to keep a calm expression on his face. - It's because I need a cheep place to stay while I'm at the city, and I don't mind working for it. Furthermore, there are some expanses that I have planned, - an honest explanation in that quiet voice of his, albeit now it seemed a bit rushed and tired for obvious reasons.

 - Is that so? - Grey murmured as he slowly stood up at the side of the bed and made his way towards his pants. After a few seconds, there was a single golden coin in his closed palm. - Well, it isn't hard to guess what a boy your age might deem as 'necessary expanses' in this city, - he stated as he started to play with the coin with his fingers. With a smile that was partially lost within his greying beard he held the golden coin right in front of the little fox's, who had managed to sat up on the side of the bed, nose. - Well, then be a good boy for just a bit longer and open your mouth, - Grey's smile widened as he gently held the lad's head in this hands and moved it in the direction of his cock; it certainly seemed to have a mind of its own, after all, it had decided to slowly start to stand up again, - meanwhile I will tell you a story I heard earlier today. - It would be nice if the little fox could help his cock to swell up yet again.

The fox obediently got on his knees in front of Grey, nervously licked his lips, and finally experimentally licked the tip of the man’s dick, slowly taking it fully in his mouth and starting to suck on it.

- So there was this boy from this rich merchant family in the capital, ah, don't ask me for the child's name for I don't remember it, probably because of my age. This brat was the third son, so there was no pressure regarding the family business and it pretty much meant that he could become whatever he wanted with no consequences; except the choice had been made in his stead as he was trained to be a swordsman since the moment he could stand. The family had decided that he would become an explorer, - Grey started the story; his fingers, which had already lost the gold coin, as not it was on the ground, by this time, played with the younger male's silky silver hair and fox ears that twitched by his touch, while the boy continued to suck.

- The boy ranked up quite quickly, especially after he met another gifted swordsman. They didn't need a long time to understand how to fight together as a team and to do it as efficiently as possible, so the boy started to fight in defence position while his new friend was in charge of attacking, but they both knew that a they as a swordsmen duo they wouldn't be able to advance much further on their own, they need other members. Soon after they understood that, they met a wolf-girl who was a great fire and wind magician, after fighting together with her for a while, the three of them gained another team-mate – another girl, but she was rogue dark elf. Together they-- ooh! That was good! You are unexpectedly good at this, lick there again! - for a moment Grey completely forgot what was he about to say in favour of pleasure granted by the little fox's tongue.

It took him quite a while to gather his thoughts and continue the story, perhaps, it would have happened earlier if Grey hadn’t decided to thrust his cock deeper into the boy’s mouth quite the few times. - The party entered a rank three dungeon. Can you imagine that, mm? Just four people flooding the floors with streams of monsters' blood. Oh, oh, oh.... something else is about to flow now, - the man grinned widely, as he pushed his dick deeper into the youth’s throat to force him to swallow everything of the juice that was flowing out. - Now, be a good boy, - he did his best to make an encouraging expression. The man found himself thinking that it certainly was a quite the nice view – seeing this fox to quietly struggle for more air as Grey's liquid escapes his mouth and flows on his chin and neck, and finally accepting the thought of swallowing everything that came out of Grey's cock. Grey even felt generous enough to pat the boy's head and take the manhood out so that he could catch a breath.

The man guessed that this was the perfect time to continue the story. - What followed next, to put it shortly, was that they jumped way over their own heads. -