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Like many parts of Fort Bladegirt, Gabool's personal chambers were carved from the rock of the island; large and luxurious rooms in the centre of the fort, with a grate-blocked chimney the only connection to the outside, no windows through which an assassin could climb. No other searat was allowed inside, and none would be unless they conquered the fort and took the rooms for their own. Only he himself, and slaves so cowed he could trust them not to fight or lay traps, ever entered, most of the time. Now, though, when he withdrew to his bedchamber for the night, lantern and water flask in his paws, he had company.
"How're you doin' down there?" he asked, almost automatically, as he hung the lantern on the bedpost, then cackled. "Ah, of course."
Joseph the Bellmaker could not respond, even if he had heard. Naked, he knelt at the foot of the huge fur-draped bed, arms bound tightly behind his back and strapped to the posts, so small in comparison to the bed's hulking owner that his head didn't even reach above the edge of the footboard. Gabool, towering above him, noted he'd have to pull the rough sharkskin straps tighter - Joseph was losing weight rapidly. Several layers of cloth bound the mouse's eyes shut firmly, cork plugs filled his ear canals, and another strap muzzled him; kept in place by the latter was one of Gabool's dirty shirts, stuffed in the Bellmaker's mouth and wrapped over his nose, blocking his sense of smell and holding his whiskers down so he could sense no movement with them. All he could smell and taste was the intense musk of searat, so much so that he didn't notice when the rat himself walked in. Holding up his head were more bonds of sharkskin, a collar broad enough to hold up his chin and a leash attached to the bed, forcing him to stay upright until released. With two senses blocked entirely and two more overwhelmed, all he could sense was touch, forced to become more aware by the minute of the discomfort of his bonds and the pelts of the dead strewn across the floor. Gabool knew mice were sensitive about such things and had made sure to let him see the mouse pelt he was kneeling on, before he'd tied the blindfold. Horrific as it was to the mouse, he was coming to shamefully crave the only softness he was allowed to feel for so much of the time, and Gabool knew it. He was getting into the mouse's head, little by little. Soon, he was sure, he'd break.
Unaware, Joseph bristled and jerked back at the suddenness of the rat's gentle touch to his ear. Even when he realised what was touching him, he expected it to turn into pain. He was right to fear. Gabool pinched his ear playfully between two sharp claws, and ran his huge rough paw down to Joseph's shoulder, where he felt the wasting muscle. Too bad. Joseph had once been solid and sturdy, built like Gabool himself on a smaller scale, and he was now getting thin and soft, his skin becoming loose on his shrinking flesh. Ah well. Once he broke, he wouldn't have to do the actual building himself, only draw up plans for the belltower. As long as he could still hold a chalk or charcoal stick, he'd serve his purpose.
"C'mon, let's get ye out o' that," Gabool murmured, unplugging Joseph's ears and unstrapping his paws. The mouse fell forward slightly, groaning, still held up by the collar and leash. Gabool rubbed his arms briskly, checking for numbness, and Joseph cried out as the blood rushed back in and stung. "Don't fight me now, don't want these clever paws to die on us, do we?" He loosened the muzzle enough to remove the gagging shirt and splash water on Joseph's lips, which the mouse licked up with a whimper of grudging gratitude.
He peered down over the mouse's back, and grinned broadly at what he saw. It had been hard to see from the front, but forced up under the Bellmaker's tail was a piece of driftwood, the surface smoothed and polished by seasons at sea but the shape gnarled and twisted, thick enough to have caused pain the first time and discomfort now. With his paws bound, he'd had no hope of removing it himself all day, the cleaning slaves had been instructed that there'd be hell to pay if they removed it for him, and he'd been fed so little that there had been no reason to. He was taking it better and better, had had it inserted that morning with hardly even a groan. Gabool was proud of him.
"There we go. Doesn't that feel better?"
Joseph didn't nod or speak, but Gabool could smell the relief on him, just to have a little freedom of movement back. No matter how much he hated Gabool, Joseph relied on him, and needed to know that even the simplest of freedoms could be taken away. Emphasising that, he didn't remove the blindfold. Even Joseph's sight belonged to him now. He did fully undo the muzzle strap, however, and leaned in to whisper in the mouse's freshly freed ear.
"Now what'll ye do to thank me?"
Joseph spat in his face, or tried to. Even with its fresh dampening, his mouth was too dry.
Gabool laughed. "Well, no use like that. Here..." He pushed the flask to Joseph's lips again, and the mouse resisted for only seconds before gulping it down. Pain was coming no matter what he did; he might as well not be thirsty for it.
"That's me lad. Get that mouth nice 'n' ready..."
Joseph hissed as he took the flask away.
"Unless ye want to build the belltower?"
Joseph's throat had barely absorbed the water, and his voice was still scratchy as he choked out "Go to Hell."
"Haharr, well. Can't say I didn't give ye every chance to back out, now, can ye?"
Gabool shed most of his jangling, clacking ornaments onto the floor along with his clothes - so many belts and bracelets would only get in the way. When he stood in front of the Bellmaker in his sash, earrings, hat, ribbons, and nothing else, the mouse would have to reach up to get to even groin level on the massive rat. For now he remained straight-backed but sitting back on his footpaws. He would not participate until forced. Gabool wondered how much longer it would take before he broke enough to. For now he raised a footpaw and pressed it onto the mouse's flaccid penis, feeling for a twitch or a trace of fluid. Nothing much there this time - Joseph had learned to sit still on the wood impaling him and minimise stimulation. No matter. Gabool stepped off him and took his own shaft in paw.
"Open up then. I'm not a young pup anymore, if ye want this ye'll 'ave to work fer it." He cackled viciously. Joseph's whiskers bristled and Gabool could smell his fear. That never changed. On the rat's hulking body, his cock was reasonably big but not huge, not out of proportion. Next to the mouse, though... Well, there was a reason for the driftwood peg and the fresh oil bottle on the table each night. He wanted the Bellmaker to live and function afterwards, after all.
Nevertheless, the mouse's jaws remained clenched shut, though he knew full well it wouldn't work. Apart from the rat being stronger, his own biology worked against him. Gabool peeled up Joseph's upper lip and found his diastema, the gap between his front and back teeth. When he wasn't erect yet, he could easily simply tuck his shaft through the space and allow it to grow to fill the mouse's mouth, which he did. Joseph grunted through his gritted teeth, unable to speak, as the musky flesh dragged on his tongue.
"Ahhh..." Gabool took hold of Joseph's head with both paws and rocked against the side of his snout, enjoying the warmth around him and the feeling of his tip jabbing into the inside of the mouse's cheek. "Gettin' good at this, eh? C'mon, use that tongue, it'll go faster if ye work wid me..."
Stubbornly, Joseph didn't. That was fine. This was never going to be the main event anyway. Gabool fucked Joseph's mouth until his erection swelled enough to force the mouse's jaws apart, and pulled it out, slick and flushed. Joseph coughed and licked his lips, trying to clear the sour taste, craving more water and denied for the moment. He shivered in fearful expectation as he felt the leash being untied from the bed; Gabool took the end, climbed up, and pulled on the collar, patting the mattress as if calling a pet to sit with him. "Hup ye come. Time to take care o' this, matey."
Some days, Joseph still lay limp and made Gabool pick him up, or drag him up by the neck; today he seemed to be losing hope. He moved his stiff limbs and crawled over, knowing the short route perfectly despite the blindfold, having to stand to climb up onto the high bed, cringing as he had to touch yet more pelts among the silk and velvet blanket pile, some of them disturbingly fresh. Once he was up, he knelt still, awaiting further instruction or force, knowing it was futile to resist.Gabool took the oil bottle from the table and poured some out onto his thick, rough fingers. He wouldn't have bothered, but he really didn't want to injure his Bellmaker. Besides, he was getting quite fond of inflicting less and less pain now, forcing the mouse to enjoy himself too. He'd break quicker that way. He planted his other handpaw roughly on Joseph's scruff and pushed his head down, and plucked out the driftwood plug, making sure to twist it out slowly so he felt every hairsbreadth. Joseph, like Gabool himself, was too old to get hard instantly, but he bit his lip and shivered very satisfyingly and his hips twitched just a little. One day, Gabool was sure, he'd push back on it eagerly. He quickly replaced the plug with his fingers, stretching and lubricating thoroughly.
"There... Ye're gettin' good at takin' this, mate. And still tight, too. 'Course you got no choice on that, little mouse. Beasts this small, ye'll always be tight fer me."
"Rngh... Just get on with it," Joseph grunted, face buried in a pillow.
"Now now. Remember how this works, friend." Gabool grinned and dug in his claws, making the mouse cry out. "You take the orders from me. Ye feelin' eager, ask politely."
Joseph growled and bit a pillow, stuffing the rat-stinking fabric into his mouth. Even with it he couldn't fully stifle his sounds, be they pleasure or pain. Gabool was getting to know his reactions very well by now, and the mouse's little squeaks had kept him hard throughout the preparation. Now his anticipation was about to be fulfilled; he unceremoniously dumped more oil into his paw, slicked himself up, and mounted the mouse, kneeling on either side of his footpaws and hunching over to wrap an arm around his waist There he stayed, erection resting between the Bellmaker's thighs and making no move to penetrate, for several seconds until Joseph mumbled "What are you-?"
"I told ye," Gabool said, sliding his hips back and forth, staining Joseph's thigh fur with oil. "Ask politely."
"I'm not going to-"
"Then will ye build my belltower?"
"No! No, I will not build your damn belltower! Fuck me or stay there all night if you want! I don't care!"
"Wellllll then..." Gabool leaned to his ear and whispered "There's always yer daughter."
Joseph froze. He himself looked small next to the rat. Mariel was tiny. Gabool would tear her apart without even trying.
"Don't..."
"Then ye know what I want. Pick one."
His blindfold growing wet with tears, Joseph did; he raised his tail and pushed back. "Then... then do it... I mean..." He coughed out a sob. "Put it inside..."
"Don't get coy now, I know ye can do better..." Gabool continued moving his hips, stroking along Joseph's taint, bumping into his balls.
"Ugh..." Joseph struggled for appropriate words. "Mate with me... Take your pleasure from me... Make me your female..." Gabool reached down and clutched his balls painfully, and he yelped "Fuck-! Fuck me with... with your... your big... penis...? Is that what you want...?"
Gabool grinned like a shark. "Good enough!"
Most of the oil had rubbed off on Joseph's fur; he took his time re-applying it, making the Bellmaker wait, watching him tremble. The half-starved mouse was barely able to hold himself up in position, legs shaking, most of his weight on his chest and chin. When the rat got back into position, he had to hold Joseph up and be careful not to crush him; he gripped Joseph by the hips and slowly, painfully drove into him. No amount of oil could make it painless or easy, even after multiple times, and Joseph huffed short sharp breaths, trying not to scream and trying to resist his urge to clench up.
"Good mousey... Gooood mousey," Gabool whispered, savouring his slow progress in. "Breathe, thaaat's it... Don't cry now..."
On that point, Joseph had no hope of stopping.
Applying more and more oil as he went, Gabool finally managed to build up a reasonably fast pace, hips slapping against hips, his own breath huffing out faster and filling Joseph's sensitive nose with its filthy smell. He saw the mouse flinch and turn up his nose, and made a mental note to kiss him later; for now he wanted to hear him wail and whine. His tail thrashed gleefully, and he yanked on Joseph's tail in turn.
"Ahh, here's a good ride, matey! Somebeast's been payin' attention all these days! Ye're learnin' well. Startin' to think it'd be selfish to keep ye here. The servin' lasses get worn out fast when the ships come in. Don't a good mousey like you wanna ease their burden?"
"Don't- ow! Please don't... don't let them near my daughter..."
"Only so much I can do, mate. There's only one o' me, I can't hold 'em all back an' yer daughter's a pretty one."
Joseph howled, clawing at the bed and at his own headfur. "Th-then I'll do it... Aah! I'll do what your rats want..."
"Ha! Knew ye wouldn't take much convincin', you ole slag." Gabool sped up and Joseph screamed. In mock kindness, the rat reached down and fondled him until he shamefully grew hard too, against every urge in his mind, his thoughts no match for his body's desperation for any pleasant touch at all. "Told ye so," Gabool snarled in his ear, wrapping an arm around his throat. "No convincin' at all. I see now why ye had a daughter and no wife, eh?"
"I'm widowed, you bastard, don't- oh by the fur! - don't sully their names- ah, that hurts! - with y-your filthy tongue..."
Gabool ignored him, focusing on his impending climax, and continued, "'Cause ye couldn't stand it... ah... when you weren't the one... gettin' filled up with fat... sloppy... cock!"
He punctuated each word with a hard thrust, and come practically poured out of him into the mouse, the slightest trickles emerging around the rat's shaft from Joseph's well-stretched hole, the rest filling him up, making him groan in disgust. As Gabool pulled out, it dripped onto the blankets. He wiped himself off with Joseph's tail and sat back, satisfied, pulling the mouse into his lap. The blindfold had come askew and Joseph glared out from under it with intense venom.
"Ahhh... Hellsteeth, yer gettin' good. Careful there, a rat could find hisself in love." Remembering his earlier observation, he gripped Joseph's jaw so he couldn't bite and locked their mouths together wetly, his tongue forcing in and licking every spot inside the Bellmaker's mouth, leaving behind a foul taste of sour breath and violating him all over again. Rodents have no gag reflex, so Joseph could only express his disgust through more muffled cries. Mercifully, at least, he was losing his humiliating erection. Gabool didn't mind. He could bring it up again later. He lay down, pulling Joseph with him and curling up around him like a pup with a doll. They lay in almost companionable silence for a minute or two, and then Gabool, toying with the Bellmaker's headfur, said "So, any thoughts about my belltower now?"
Joseph pulled off the blindfold all the way, stared him straight in the eye, and firmly said "No."