Collar the Wild

Chapter 17 - Service

"Here give me that," Hess says as he takes the paper and the pencil from Ember and puts it down on a small end-table. "What's this for anyway?"

"Master gave me a task to try and do tomorrow to see if I'm any good at designing stuff I guess."

"That's new. He really does like you." He grins, elbowing the other wolf gently.

Ember giggles awkwardly and then notices that Voigt is reclined in a very comfortable-looking chair with his head laid back and his eyes shut. One of his feet rests on a pouffe while the other is being supported and gently massaged by a pair of white, furry hands. At the end of the foot, currently working its way, delicately and skilfully around each of the toes, is Cal's tongue. He seems quite lost in the experience and takes a moment every so often to press his nose against the sole and sniff. Ember stares at the erotic display, having never thought that either of them would be interested in doing what they're doing.

"Wow, he's into feet." Ember realises, seeing Cal's dick pulsing to his heartbeat.

"Duh!" Hess exclaims, watching the white wolf perform his task. "He loves it when Master gives Voigt lots of garden work to do. You've probably not noticed, but whenever the old guy puts his boots on, there is always a sock in each one that he slips on first. Makes 'em extra huffy." He tilts his head towards Ember and curls his lips into an inquisitive smile. "You wanna go?"

"Uh ... I don't think I'd enjoy doing that." Ember replies with a grimace.

"I meant receiving. Voigt, shift, let the new guy have a go." He says authoritatively to the reclined grey wolf, gesturing with a thumb. Voigt turns his gaze upon the chubby wolf and growls.

"You what, boy?" He snaps, with noticeable irritation.

"Come on daddy wolf." Hess grins like a brat and puts his hands on his hips. "You've had your turn."

Voigt releases the leash that Ember hadn't yet noticed, and stands up, keeping his keen eyes locked on Hess. He strides toward the cocky brown wolf and grabs his collar, yanking it up and lifting him onto his toes.

"You're lucky we've made that agreement, boy, else I'd make you waste an orgasm right now for that behaviour." Voigt threatens, retaining the snarl on his lips.

"Grrr." Hess groans playfully, clearly turned on. "I love it when you talk like that sir."

Voigt loses the snarl but keeps his face stern, letting the chubby wolf drop back down on his heels. Eventually he turns to Ember. "You," the black wolf yips quietly and stands straight. "Get in the chair and be glad Cal was just finishing up with me."

The black wolf nods and quickly hurries over, plonking himself down. It's a very comfy chair, fabric lining with soft cushions, and the back reclines for better relaxation. He looks down at Cal, who's still kneeling by the footstool and looking a little nervous, but ultimately smiles up at him. They have a silent conversation with facial expressions which goes along this sort of line:

"Sorry about that. Hess can be a real brat."

"Heh, yeah."

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah I am ... are you?"

And instead of doing another subtle eyebrow movement or nod, he picks up the handle-end of the leash he's attached to and holds it up for the black wolf to take. Ember looks down at it, and over at Hess, who's busy being made wobbly from Voigt's powerful dominance, and then back at Cal who's smiling gesturally. Ember takes the leash and the white wolf pats the pouffe for him to lift his feet up onto.

He rests his heels up onto the stool and Cal slots the leash between them before getting a good long look at the work he has laid out for him. He stares intimately at them, at all the edges and wrinkles and toes, and even separates some of them to have a peak at the connective webbing. He looks back up at Ember and then at the leash, and sits patiently.