A tale of two furries (written by Riley)

This is the fourth part of Riley's epic furry ballbusting series King Rush defends the crown jewels. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did!

Previous parts:
King Rush defends the crown jewels
The Ballbusting Bandit 
The king's trial

Author's note: I do not own the character of King Rush. I have been granted permission to post this story by the owner of the character of King Rush. Riley is my own created character.

King Rush winced as he arose from his bed, his paw instinctively cupping the bulge in his soft pajama bottoms. It had been a slow couple of days, as the king had spent them in his chambers recovering from the brutal assault on his manhood at the hands of the Ballbusting Bandit, Riley.

And yet, in those days, his guards had accomplished nothing in their hunt for the young fox. They had found nothing. They had still not even found the cabin in which the fox had held King Rush. There was nothing to go off, no leads.

And the king’s sleep had also been disturbed, with nightmares. Sometimes, King Rush would awaken with a fright, memories of the abuse to his balls coursing through his mind. But then, sometimes, they were matched with just as many dreams of Riley being caring and passionate, a side to the young fox just barely detected by the king.

‘There must be some clue’, the king thought to himself, nursing his nads, ‘something, anything. A mistake…?’

The king's trial (written by Riley)

This is the third part of Riley's epic furry ballbusting series King Rush defends the crown jewels. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did!

Previous parts:
King Rush defends the crown jewels
The Ballbusting Bandit

Author's note: I do not own the character of King Rush. I have been granted permission to post this story by the owner of the character of King Rush. Riley is my own created character.

Riley looked down at his tools laying by his feet before shifting his gaze to the king. He smiled to himself. King Rush was helpless, his wrists and ankles bound to the platform, his chest exposed and his trousers in tatters, left hanging from his ankles. His tight, bright blue briefs clung tightly to his manhood, if slightly disheveled due to a mean nut wedgie Riley had inflicted. The king’s cock stood erect, hard and twitching it fought to break free from the restraining fabric, while each of the king’s nuts had slipped slightly out of the leg-holes, exposed.

Riley’s cock twitched in his own trousers.

“P-please, R-Riley,” King Rush muttered, “I beg you, j-just stop.”

The Ballbusting Bandit (written by Riley)

This is the second part of Riley's epic furry ballbusting series King Rush defends the crown jewels. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did!

Previous parts:
King Rush defends the crown jewels

Author's note: I do not own the character of King Rush. I have been granted permission to post this story by the owner of the character of King Rush. Riley is my own created character.

Riley moved through the crowded street with an almost graceful elegance, darting from shadow to shadow to be sure he was out of sight. He was dressed in dark clothing that hugged his body tightly with a hooded cloaked draped over him, the hood sheltering his face from the guards who monitored the streets. Over his shoulder draped a small satchel, light enough for him to move without encumberment.

Up ahead, the tower caught his eye. The tower was the main spire of the castle and nestled the edge of the castle wall. At the highest most point of the tower was the throne room, and as Riley looked up to it, he smirked. Despite all the odds against him, he was not going to fail.

As he reached the castle wall, he analyzed the brickwork, searching for a possible route to climb. His agility was a skill none would be able to surpass, but even this steep wall would prove a challenge for him. As he searched, his eyes found a slightly tattered parchment clinging to the wall. He moved to it and tore it down. It was a ‘wanted’ poster.

King Rush defends the crown jewels (written by Riley)

Our reader Riley sent me this wonderful furry ballbusting story. It's the first part of an epic series. I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I did!

Author's note: I do not own the character of King Rush. I have been granted permission to post this story by the owner of the character of King Rush. Riley is my own created character.

It had been a long day for King Rush. He had overseen many of his loyal subjects presenting problems and tasks that needed doing for the betterment of his kingdom. He was tired, and in need of a rest. Turning to his royal guard, he dismissed them from the throne room. At this time of the day, King Rush enjoyed his solace and isolation, allowing the time to process the day and prepare mentally for tomorrow. Once the guards had left, he sat back in his throne and tore off his shirt, lowering his formal trousers to expose a pair of black shorts.

As he sat, he rubbed his forehead gingerly, pondering what tomorrow may bring. The sun slowly set outside on his kingdom, and the throne room grew increasingly dark. Suddenly, his ears twitched forward as heard some light footsteps. His eyes darted open and he stared ahead. “Who goes there?”

The shadows were long in the throne room, and for a moment the King almost thought he had imagined things. But then, from the darkness, there came a young fox, his fur a dark blue. He had a mop of black hair hanging above intense green eyes, wearing nothing but a tight yellow speedo, his white chest exposed. His fluffy tail stood up behind him, the white tip swaying elegantly as the young fox approached. As he neared, the king noticed the young fox also wore red wristbands and a red collar. These indicated the status of a slave, but the king frowned. He had abolished slavery when he first rose to power.