AN: HI! Shit happened, and now I'm back. Enjoy the chapter. It took a lot of courage to publish this, believe it or not. That's the kind of shit that's happened.

Waning Gibbous

Nailah arrived, Volug and Rafiel in tow, both dressed in black skintight vests and jeans. It was notorious that Nailah always had both her pets looking delectable. The wolves were still in heat, and Reyson, teeth brushed and skin freshly showered again, could feel their biorhythms pulsing in earnest. Nailah still seemed more in control than Volug, who was, like at the boss meeting, again clenching and spreading his fingers in a restraining effort.

Really, Volug was ready for anyone that was dressed in flimsy enough clothing. Nailah had kept him from release all today for no other reason than she didn't want him to be too excited; keeping him like this, though, was driving him insane. The smallest thing could set him off, like the muscles of his mistress's back rippling as she walked. And Rafiel was doing nothing to make himself less delicious, but was only making himself even more delicious because he didn't know how delicious he was. Volug's cock was stuck in a harness that he was forbidden to touch, just like Rafiel. In another hour or two, he could see himself going against orders and tearing it off.

Tibarn could see the wolf's barely contained control, but pushed Reyson forward nevertheless, the heron wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of thin cotton pants that fell in a curtain around his ankles.

Volug saw flimsy clothing.

Nailah tugged on the two's leashes, towards the seats and cushions in the middle of the room. No guards were nearby and the drapes were drawn. At the end of an unusually warm autumn, the sun was getting ready for sunset, almost readying the five for their evening activities.

"Hello, Nailah," Tibarn greeting, politely waiting for her to sit before he did; the pets followed on their pillows, even Reyson, nervously.

"Tibarn, your pet ready for this?" She caressed her own pets, holding Volug's leash tightly.

Reyson clutched his fingers together; he was completely soft, yet with each second of just sitting there an arousal flared within him.

Tibarn pushed his fingers through Reyson's silky blond hair. He had given the boy a little pep talk on how good this was for him, and if he really couldn't take anymore they would stop.

"We're just going to wait a bit and see. I was thinking he could put on a little show for us."

Reyson was also told that the longer he waited, he would only get more nervous. He was feeling it now. This would be expected of him someday, and it was better to get used to it now than later, right? But was he ready now? Shouldn't there be a level a readiness no matter how carrying it on will make him only more scared?

Nailah crossed her legs on the seat, one of her most natural gestures. Not even Begnion reprimanded her for it anymore. "Maybe sometime later. You can just watch Volug and Rafiel, 'cause I know you really have been looking forward to that, right?"

Tibarn couldn't help but smile at this. After Naesala's fuck-up, he and Nailah have been best friends, but the relationship might be helped by the fact that, just a little, Tibarn liked Rafiel… a lot.

Reyson was now fully aroused; not only could he sense, but he could also smell the lust emanating from everyone. His own chest heaved up and down. Reyson had been touching himself more often a thousand years ago. He could pretend that Tibarn of that time wanted to watch him, had some strange thrill to see him perform, to see how he could pleasure himself the best.

The heron leaned into his master's hand, whispering, "Alright." His stomach twisted into a painful knot.

"You sure? You're trembling."

Why did he have to be so compassionate now? Give him a chance to realize just how scared he was and back out?

"Yes…"

"Yes, what?" Tibarn urged, wrapping a hot hand around his neck above his small white collar, massaging.

Volug watched Reyson's ever-rising erection hungrily, ready to make it drip in pleasure. He wanted to taste it, taste all of the heron. The wolf barely realized that Nailah was really using her strength pulling him back, using both hands.

"Yes, master…" Reyson answered, eying the horny wolf warily.

Tibarn patted him on the head. "Don't worry about him. Just put yourself right over there and listen to my directions. And you have to listen to every one of them, and don't do anything I didn't say you could do."

Reyson screwed his eyebrows together, trying to think of such a circumstance.

"Like consummation, I want you to hold on until I say you can orgasm."

For some reason, this excited Reyson. This command gave Tibarn a more brazen control of his body other than physical things like collars and chains. But how could he control such a part of his body's actions?

"Just hold on as long as you can, okay?"

It was like Tibarn was reading his mind. "Alright." Reyson now followed the directions, trying not to have eye contact with his brother, who was wearing some sort of compelling perfume that made his chest flare pleasurably.

He shouldn't be like this, he told himself as he rearranged his body so that both the bosses could have a good look at him.

That fearful face! It was perfect. Tibarn had to move his erection to a more comfortable position. The heron's green eyes were mesmerizing in their innocence. The hawk boss just sat there with his hand over his groin, watching him.

"Rafiel, join him," Nailah suddenly commanded. Without a bit of hesitation, Rafiel sat next to Reyson, who had become stone. "Stroke yourself through your clothing."

Only a single uncomfortable glance at Reyson, and Rafiel spread his legs and began to stroke himself, concentrating on the parts around the belts of his harness. He gasped as the blood rushed to his cock, making it swell against the confines. It hurt a little, but he liked that too. He had the suspicion that his mistress knew that.

"Reyson," Tibarn called around Rafiel's soft moans, "take the oil I gave you and spread it over your chest." For some reason, seeing the two herons side by side compounded the appeal of the performance. He was tempted to have them do something to each other, but he knew that Reyson, who had yet to do as he commanded, wouldn't obey in the least.

With shaking fingers, Reyson finally got the yellow oil, popped the top, and poured some into his hands. Then he remembered his shirt, and he heard Nailah and Tibarn laugh at this. With the other hand he lifted the shirt and, not knowing what else to do, he held the shirt between his teeth.

"Yes," Reyson heard Tibarn groan, however he was too absorbed in following directions without looking idiotic, not knowing that he was putting on a fabulous show. His awkwardness made his performance all the more endearing, entrancing. The oil slid clumsily down the left side of his chest, so he had to use both hands to spread it over his torso, biting harder on his shirt and letting some saliva gather at the corner of his mouth, his nipples hardening to pink little nubs.

"Open your vest and play with your nipples a bit, Rafiel."

"Reyson, you too."

"Copycat."

Tibarn only grinned in response.

Rafiel unzipped his vest, also prepared for more stimulation though it will make him more desperate to come. He pinched his nipples. A little more stimulation and he hunched over, one hand pressed to the carpet, the other stroking himself again.

"Be a good boy Rafiel and do as I say."

Rafiel did, holding himself up by putting the hand behind his back, his face creased delicately in concentration as he pulled at himself, panting with the effort.

Did Tibarn want him to do that? With his brother right next to him watching? Then he realized that here, Rafiel wasn't his brother, probably not even a descendant in this weird universe. Closing his eyes tightly, the shame grew, yet he made his skin shiny and slick, then took both of his nipples in his hands. He hadn't done anything like this before, believing that perhaps females would find this more desirable, but it began to feel good to him now. Unaware, he sucked in his shirt and lower lip, and took a finger down to his navel, hooking it there and groaning. Reyson soon became lost in his own universe of pleasure. Unknowingly, his hand travelled on to his erection.

"Reyson!" The boy jumped at Tibarn's voice, eyes simultaneously wide in confusion and glazed with pleasure. "Did I tell you to touch yourself there?"

The heron scowled in response, stroking himself faster, shutting his eyes against Tibarn's scalding look. The shame was just beginning to disappear as he touched himself, but would build if he looked into those eyes too long.

He was utterly surprised by the sudden tug at his leash. The horrid thing had been completely forgotten. In his shock, Tibarn pulled him close enough to haul him over his lap. He had no chance to react when Tibarn pulled his arms behind his back and his pants completely from his legs. The first few strikes to his buttocks stunned him completely. The next made him wince, and the continuing hits made him yelp.

"Stop!" he cried. "I'm not…" He's not what? "I'm not a child!"

"But you're a naughty pet, Reyson. So I'm punishing you."

"You should count yourself lucky," advised Nailah. She had unfolded her legs and was running a hand between her legs. "When Rafiel disobeyed me the first time, I used a belt until he cried."

But Reyson was already close to crying, both from the pain and humiliation, and that came from two sources as well: from the spanking and the erection that wouldn't die down. He knew Tibarn felt this, because the hawkman nudged it with a raised knee, purposely swerving it back and forth. It was rough, but it was enough to drive Reyson nuts with pleasure. He hadn't noticed when his spanking ended.

Tibarn couldn't help himself from the flushed bottom, warm beneath his hand tempting him to do other things, lewd things, so he pressed his fingers between the round globes until he reached the heron's soft perineum. Stroking it, he relished Reyson's soft gasps. He shook a little himself. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered if or how the old Tibarn could keep himself from touching Reyson. Maybe he didn't have a penis…

"Come here, Rafiel," Nailah beckoned, and he slid eagerly into her lap. With a smile, he eyed Nailah's purple toy, thin but shaped from top to bottom in various shapes. He shivered as his mistress asked, "Think you can handle this?"

"If you want me to, mistress."

"I do. But I'm gonna take off the harness. If you hold it in, I'll let Volug fuck you."

Hearing this, Volug nudged against her, humping her right leg, which she had dropped to accommodate Rafiel in her lap. He was in such a desperate state he had no idea what he was doing.

Nailah patted him, calming him; part of her feeling that bit of insanity caused by rutting. It was only putting it on another level when she freed Rafiel's weeping member, the heron shaking at the feeling of unrestraint. She then set him at her feet though her body pulsed in want. Still, she threw a vial of oil at Rafiel and prepared to watch.

"Ti-Tibarn…" Reyson was now moaning as the boss used one finger to explore deep inside him with a copious amount of oil that slid down his groin. It made a grotesque squelching noise; it was as if his anus was trying to suck the finger back in. He whimpered as Tibarn twisted the flesh of his buttock.

"Call me master, Reyson," Tibarn demanded, almost offhandedly. The boy's ass was tight, he could hardly fit in his finger. Granted, he had a pretty large finger, but the oil hardly made the exploration any easier. He pulled his finger out and squeezed a bit of the oil straight into his channel, the opening of the bottle wrapped in the tight muscle.

Reyson tried to strangle an eager moan. He could feel every warm ounce fill his insides. Next was the finger again, sliding effortlessly and deeply. It pulled back and slowly back in, over and over, quickening in pace as his breathing became more pronounced.

"Tibarn," he moaned and was then awarded with the exiting of the fingers and five stinging blows to his bottom once more; after that, his buttocks were pinched in various parts, the most painful nearest his crease. "Master Tibarn!" he corrected, pushing his hips forward into Tibarn's lap. The finger, joined by another, returned to his sensitive entrance, driving down so harshly that they hit something that made Reyson's whole body shake.

"You're untouched, aren't you, Reyson?" Tibarn asked, moving his fingers shallowly.

Eyes closed in intense pleasure, Reyson confessed, "Except myself… I've been… I've been touched in such embarrassing places only by you."

Tibarn could only groan in pleasure and pride. Such a prize that's only been his. Not even the old Tibarn has touched Reyson like this. He pulled out his fingers and made him lie on the floor, juxtaposed his brother Rafiel, whose wide-open legs trembled as he pleasured himself with the sex toy. Their heads touched, thin hair exchanged sweat.

Tibarn parted Reyson's legs, spreading oil over his strong ankles, knees, and thighs. He reached a sensitive spot just on the inside of those thighs, so sensitive that Reyson jumped with a cry. His cries transformed to strained groans as rough unyielding hands groped his penis and testicles firmly, pumping and pulling both at the same time. Faster, and Reyson was moaning continuously in a high-pitch voice. Harder, and he squirmed beneath the stimulation, ready, ready, ready for the power to unleash in his groin.

And then there was nothing.

Tibarn watched Reyson's intensely green eyes open; they had gotten teary. The heron was such a marvelous sight that Tibarn almost lost himself in just touching him. Now, his pet's body was shiny with sweat and oil, sphincter twitching and overflowing with oil. He had never felt so perverted, so uncontrolled.

And neither had Reyson, who saw those lecherous eyes, felt his own body shaking for more of whatever was next, and finally shook his head. The tears began to fall.

"What is it, Reyson?" Tibarn asked, hoping that-

"I want to stop." The hope blew up in smoke. Reyson closed his legs and covered his chest, so ashamed that he couldn't stop crying. Tibarn's warm hand caressed his face and he grimaced, pulling deeper into himself in denial, curled beneath the hawk's large frame. Because of his position, he could stare straight into his brother's eyes. He also watched his brother bite his lip, just as he had done before.

"It's not so bad, Reyson. It's not bad at all," Rafiel urged, blinking slowly. "It…It gets better. And you have a wonderful master."

"Shut up," Reyson whispered getting up.

Nailah scowled. "Oi, watch your mouth, boy."

"Don't you like Boss Phoenicies?" his brother tried again. He was doing a great job of keeping the toy moving and talking at the same time. At least, Volug thought so. The wolf was now stroking himself, though the harness kept him from coming, but he couldn't help it when it felt like he could reach re;ease if he tried hard enough.

Reyson didn't answer this but looked at Tibarn, without remorse commanding with his eyes to let him go to his room, Tibarn's room. His eyes said, you promised me.

Gritting his teeth, the hawk boss waved him off, not looking as the boy stood, grabbed his clothes, and disappeared into the room. Tibarn, still rock hard, searched his mind for what to do next. He had half a mind to just get Reyson and take him against his will, but that had disastrous consequences, of course. It was humiliating to give the heron such control over his own incontrovertible fate and even worse to jack off because of it.

"Yo, pitiful man," Nailah called. He gave her a glance, then a double-take. She had removed her shorts and was walking towards him. With a single shove, she had him on his back, then her clipped fingers freed his cock, a condom for just this circumstance sliding over the swelled organ. Then she was sliding onto him, smiling with a lecherous grin of her own.

"Haven't done this in a while with you," Tibarn said thankfully, groaning as he slid easily in and out of her. Warm and wet, she was like many of the females he had taken, but it was Nailah after all. Maybe she wasn't his preference of gender, or person really, but there was not a part of him that complained.

Nailah moved faster, panting. She put her head to the side to catch eyes with her cute pet wolf. "Volug, you may take Rafiel now."

"Thank you, mistress," Volug answered, voice raspy; he hasn't talked for nearly a week and seemed to jump over Rafiel's reddened body. He threw the sex toy to the side and hesitated, staring down at his harness. "May I remove this, mistress?

"Sure," Nailah grunted, moving quickly up and down. "But don't come."

Two slightly relieved voices answered, "Thank you mistress." Soon after, Volug's grunts added to the Bosses'; Rafiel, gripping Volug's back, was in such a state that he could hardly make a sound. He could only feel the quick thrusts of his pet mate. Hard, deep, fast, and hot was all he could register for the moment. That, and he was entirely focused on not losing control.

"I forgot you felt this good, Nailah," Tibarn murmured, making sure he kept his fingers lightly on her hips, less she dig her claw into his wrists.

"I'll tear out your fucking throat."

Tibarn continued to enjoy the moment more quietly; this was probably more for her than him anyway (it had nothing to do with her non-idle threat).

Since both of them had been holding their release for much longer than any of them wanted, this was a short, yet intense sex session. Even with the condom, Tibarn came before Nailah, who twitched around him, digging those claws (which always lengthened when she was excited) into his thighs. Luckily, she didn't tear into the skin.

While the hawk boss rested in the afterglow, Nailah, rearranging her eye patch, slipped from him and joined her two pets, kissing both. Volug had slowed down to the point of stopping, unable to go any further without losing his seed.

"Mistress," Rafiel whispered, shaking as his mistress took his erection in her hand.

She smiled, burying her face in Rafiel's lovely hair "I guess it can't be helped. Go ahead."

Nearly before she even gave the permit, Volug began again at full speed, thrusting wildly and making only seconds pass before both he and Rafiel shuddered in release. Volug collapsed, gasping loudly.

"Come now, calm yourselves." Nailah parted them with a gentle push. Giving them cloths for such an occasion, and their clothes, she grinned again as they cleaned and dressed themselves languidly. Her smile died when Tibarn came back into the room, apparently having checked on Reyson. The lady boss hadn't seen that face on her friend since he was coming off being Feral.

"What is it?"

Tibarn's amber eyes began to redden; his whole body shook."Reyson's gone."