The lion cubs were woken by a gentle knocking at their door before it was pushed open. One of the staff yet again, but this approach was far at odds with the previous rude awakenings. Barely given time before invariably being hauled off to wherever they were to go. 

	They stirred on the soft cushions they'd been given this time, a reward for good behaviour. Blinking the sleep from their eyes. The truth was they were just so weary to even resist the last client so their actions came off as compliant. The staff member was even smiling and making eye contact with them, where normally they were ignored entirely. Still despite the comforts they bore the collars as a reminder of their true status and situation. 

 	The staff member had a few straps of leather in their hand, recognisable as the all too familiar leashes. The metal links on the ends were clipped onto the rings of their collars, giving both cubs time to stand. “Well cuties, I hope you enjoyed this treat. Impress the next client too and the rewards will continue, maybe even get better. But that is entirely up to how you two behave.”	

	Nala and Simba gave each other a silent look before hopping down, ears and tail flagged as they were still, quite understandably demoralised by their life. The figure before them waited patiently for the leashes to slacken before she walked onward.
	
	They'd been pre-dressed for the evening, Simba had been stuffed inside a rubber catsuit that covered his belly and back paws, unlike the last one, but left the front two hands and his head free.  Meanwhile, Nala had been laced into a tight tough corset that moulded to her ribcage and pressed slightly further underneath it, a strange piece made just for her. 

	Her legs had been forced into tight latex stockings, from the wrist and ankle up to the shoulder and thigh. The attire left her rump, hips and shoulders bared, as well as leaving her head open to the air. Both cubs had been left with their limbs sporting cuffs for further restraint.

	Led upstairs yet again, they were made to climb the relatively steep steps, both expressing some discomfort. Nala had the worst of it, the rigid corset limiting her natural mobility for the sake of the kinky appearance. Neither of which she herself liked, of course, but she'd given up trying to remove anything after a previous attempt. When the pair had scratched at the collars they'd been left with, the facility had them replaced with solid and heavy steel ones instead. She didn't want to think how they'd replace the already uncomfortable corset.

	Her thoughts were interrupted by the rapping knock on the door as they arrived at the client's room. The door clicked open and a well of nervous anticipation fluttered up in both cubs. Staff had their limits and rules, but 'clients' could fall on any side of the spectrum, cruel or kind. And none had been kind without some hidden catch.

	A heavy paw settled down in front of them, the owner of it was a tall grey wolf who had to duck below the door frame. He folded his arms across his chest, framing the musculature that could be made out through his fur. He took the leashes from the staff member who wished him a pleasant stay and offered a brusque thanks, pushing the door shut once he'd dragged the lions inside. 

	“Listen up, I had to pay good cash for you two, so you better not disappoint. I don't know I can trust you to be good little cubs-”

	Nala interrupted him with a shout. “N-no! We'll be good I promise!” 

	“Shut up!” He shouted back, glaring that he was interrupted. He grabbed Nala by the scruff of her neck, holding her up to eye level. “If I want your opinions I'll ask for 'em.” He looked over at a padded bondage bench, smirking as he decided to just go straight into punishing. He pushed her against the furniture with one hand between her shoulders as his other grasped a chain and snared it to the cuffs over her stockinged wrists. Drawing the links taut, spreading her to the corners of the frame, the wolf dragged her legs backward next. Pushing her belly into the padded frame, and even clipping a chain to the corset for stability. Nala could barely move, and wedged her jaw shut to stop from upsetting him more.
	
	Simba had been staring meanwhile and when Fenn, the wolf, turned to look at him he flinched and rolled onto his back submissively. “Hah, like it'll be that easy, kitten.” He reached down and grabbed Simba's rear legs. Holding them together as he moved him over to a curved metal pole with two bars through it. The frame having tight metal clamps to hold him still by grabbing his paws in pairs. Using the tension they created to hold him in a pose akin to diving, with his head loose, and rump quite revealed. “Stay, boy.” He said, dragging the frame slightly across the floor so that Simba could watch what was to come. 

	The wolf rounded on Nala again, sucking on his thumb and fingers for a bit, to wet them a little before he pushed the digits inside her, thumb in her ass and two fingers inside her folds. Using the pressure to wheel her frame over to a table. Her mouth dropping open as she saw the array of toys spread there, shaking her head quietly. 

	Fenn tugged his fingers out roughly, making the cub gasp in shock. He reached to the table, taking hold of a smaller silicone dildo, a simple rounded shape. The wolf spread some lubricant on the thing and slid it slowly into Nala's vagina, relishing the way the slow insertion made her buck, shake and shiver. He tugged it out again, before slowly pushing it inside, his thumb returning to her pucker and kneading around inside. She was trying her best to be silent, but all that teasing forced some mewling whines from her, her body reacting to the feelings intensly. Still a relative newcomer to such treatment and toys. The wolf stuffed the dildo into her fully, moving the hand to focus on her ass as his free one clicked on a discreet vibrator. The buzzing addition springing to life, immediately letting out a fine spray of feminine nectar, as it warmed her up, regardless of her wishes. 

	She shook in her restraints, trying to pull loose and groaning as Fenn walked back to the other cub, his hands bearing a set of beads, “No, d-don't!” Simba started and for opening his mouth was rewarded with a fat dildo being wedged in. Gagging on it but unable to shake it loose he whined. 

	“Drop that and I'll throw a bigger one in.” the wolf growled, encouraging the cub to stop. He spanked Simba's latex coated flank as he crossed behind, grabbing his tail and tugging it skywards. Next he shoved the beads in, one at a time, the lubed spheres popping into the cub one by one,  Simba groaning with each invader. 

	Fenn lowered his hands when the string was mostly in, seeing there'd been a stirring from the stimulation in Simba's loins. More than happy to assist it to a greater length with his hand, Fenn began stroking fingers softly along it, teasing to coax it fully out of the former prince's sheath. Waiting till it was at half mast, he started to pop the beads out, one, with a stroke right along the tip. Two, his other finger joined in, pressing to either side. Three beads removed, and his fingers curled to either side rubbing along the fleshy barbs. He stopped suddenly, looking up at the way Nala was rocking her hips, with a laugh he knew she must be getting so close to her orgasm, and so he clicked a remote, turning off the buzzer. He shook his head with a chuckle as he turned back to Simba, adding to his play as the beads slipped out, both abusing the cub's feelings, and trying to link the stimulation with pleasure, as Simba was already hard. 

	Over and over he stroked, even brushing over the furry balls to excite and exploit him. Waiting for Simba to start rocking his hips too, before he pulled out the rest of the beads, the cub whined as his rectum was emptied of toys, trying to hump into the wolfs paw. He shut his eyes, heat risen to his face and was still wiggling his hips the petty amount the binding frame allowed when he realised the wolf had left. His dick now just brushing air. 

	Arousal plain in them both from the teasing play, the wolf dragged both frames over to a chair. Sitting on it, and wrenching the dildo from Simba's mouth, he put his hands on the back of both of their heads as his own arousal stood dauntingly before them. Engorged, knot and all. “Lick.” he said simply, dragging their heads to him. Nala flinched away at first as the scent hit her, but with his hands controlling them, neither cub had a choice. Simba's rough tongue pressed first and the wolf looked down to Nala, shouting “Lick!” again. Temper flaring.

	With a whimper she joined Simba, and the wolf leaned back, purring as he manually directed their mouths. “Do a good job now, you'll want it wet.” He said ominously, releasing them when they got the message. The two lions set to their task, Simba's frame held him higher, so he started to lick higher up than his friend, whose tongue lapped at the base and the sheathe. 

	He shut his eyes and relaxed, enjoying the play of the warm, wet and rough organs that teased him. Waiting until a bit of precum leaked from his tip, enough that it started to trickle down, he cracked his eyes and put his hand back to Simba, making him lick the running fluid before he chuckled. “That's enough. Time to put you both to use!”
	
	Without looking, he kicked the base of Nala's frame, sending her scooting back and jostling the dildo as she went, making her squirm again. Fenn, however, had already turned away from her, he dragged Simba over to him and rose to stand, positioning his tip inches from the cub's mouth. “Now boy, if you bite, fight, or do anything remotely bratty, I'll be taking it out on your friend there.  And I promise I won't hold back. Understand? Nod if you do, I still don't want to hear your voice.”

	Simba looked up, grimacing at the wolf's phallus, with tears at the corner of his eyes, he gulped and opened his jaw with a nod. Bracing himself and shutting his eyes, a mistake as he received no warning before that wolfy cock thrust deep in, roughly pushing into his throat. “And that's why I told ya you'd want it wet!” He said with a laugh as his hands went down to Simba's jaw, pinning his head in place as he was throatfucked. Fenn's length sliding in till the still growing knot bumped the lion's lips, making him choke on it before he pulled back and once again rammed in. The rough tongue tickling the underside of the shaft, and ropes of drool following for a moment only to be smashed back. 

	Despite holding the choking. gagging cub with both hands, the frame still rocked with the force of each thrust. The wolf growling in arousal at the feelings, abusing that tight throat, further constricted by the ever present collar. He laughed darkly as he slowed his pace, driving his cock in at a snail's crawl, making Simba weep as he choked on this violation, breath cut off more and more as it pressed deeper in. The wolf holding his head tight, making Simba screw up his eyes as he was forced to wheeze through his nose. Getting nothing but the scent of the wolf's crotch in so doing. The length of his rod rolled out slowly again for one more lap before he pulled out, stroking himself to rub Simba's saliva evenly with his right as the left dragged the immobilised cub to his friend. 

	“Your turn, girl.” He said as warning, running his fingers across her side, wiping the mix of precum and drool off on her. She opened her mouth in dread, but it was her tail he lifted, slipping the head of his penis against her asshole, and just slowly ground himself into her. 

	Nala's eyes widened, tears running from them, whining at the pain! Even her toes splaying in desperation as she tugged pathetically at the chains holding her cuffs. “Yeaaah, resist, that's fucking hot.” He teased, pressing in more and more, stretching her pucker around himself with a purr. He clicked the vibe on the dildo inside her again, feeling the thrum through the fleshy wall that separated the two holes, and purring as it buzzed against him. 

	The girl squirmed in mixed pleasure and pain from the vibration and the stretching. Shaking her head and mewling. Simba was shouting some protests too as he stared at his friend. In answer to the male, Fenn snatched his free hand to Simba's crotch, grabbing his lionhood and toying with it again. Wiggling his arm, jerking his hand slowly up and down to tease the cub back to full mast. 

	Both cubs were shaking in their bindings, wanting out of this horrendous predicament, as the wolf sunk the depths of his length in Nala. The knot stopping him from going any deeper, as he himself felt along the edge of his tip, the tension where the girls body was squeezed into the corset. Adding to her tightness. He slid his cock out in that same slow draw, jerking Simba all the while before he bounced forward, stuffing himself up her backside with force and speed. Again ramping up to a solid pace as he toyed with them both, he felt precum at his hand and cruelly left Simba there on the needy edge. The fingers brushing off the mess on Nala's rump as he kept going with her, making her moan and groan in pain that was becoming confused with bliss as the vibe thrummed away. He waited until he felt the splash of excess liquids being shaken from her crotch, and also felt her ramming herself into him before he finally pulled out, stroking Simba's cock one last time and brushing his thumb across Nala's folds as he pulled out the toy there. Both bodies quivering with needy lust. 

	Fenn went back to his toy tray and pulled out a curvy dragon dildo, shoving it into Simba as an afterthought as he stepped away. Simba squirmed and shook his head, grimacing as the sensation from the strange shaped thing toyed with his insides, making his dick grow the tiny length it had shrunk, but not enough to do anything more. 

	“That was a good warm up.” He said with a growl. Dragging Nala's bench to a series of hoops with ropes hanging from them.  Uncuffing one paw, he dropped the restraint entirely. Dragging a rope around her foreleg, tightly pinching into the leg as he knotted it securely. Holding the paw off the frame and in the air. 

	The harsh wolf repeated with the opposite limb, drawing the ropes up to raise Nala into the air, her back paws still on the frame for a moment, until she was pulled to be hovering from it, the cuffs the only thing keeping her attached.

	She pulled and tugged trying to kick as Fenn removed the cuff at one ankle, but he wasn't weak enough for her to achieve anything. Grabbing another rope, and removing the remaining cuff, he tied the two ankles in coils and then wound up her body, both supporting her weight and allowing him to shape her. A harness of sorts held her in the air, arms up, legs forward, and her groin exposed to the wolf. He smirked leaning forward and pressing his tongue in a lick over her nether lips. 

	Leaving her, hanging like a perverted living decoration, he turned back to Simba. He pushed the curved frame toward Nala and buried Simba's nose against Nala's leaking pussy before his hands toyed with the cubs. Brushing against Nala's fur wherever it lay open to the air, and squeezing his claws against the suit around the boy's body. Toying with both, teasing them with sensual rubs and brushing. The two of them were intensely aroused despite the mistreatment, and Fenn started on Simba once more, pulling out a bullet vibe and brushing it against the cub's cock. 

	He tormented him with that while forcing him to smell his friend's scents, peaking from all the teasing and edging, not to mention the dildo that was still wiggled now and then. Simba shut his eyes puffing as he felt himself dragged to his limits. “Nnngh, p-please. Let me... let me cum.” He whined into Nala's folds. 

	“I was hoping you'd say that, toy. Not that it changes my plans.” The dildo was dragged out of Simba's ass, and his cock twitched, about to blow. His heart rising as he thought the hour or two of edging would end. But the cold metal shoved against his tip said differently. A tight clip cinching behind his balls as a painful device was shoved on. The wolf brute forcing the metal chastity cage shut on the cub. 

	“No!” Simba whined as he felt the metal and knew the device by now. He squirmed, brushing his nose deeper against Nala, as he rebelled, realising the wolf meant for neither of them to have fun, he tried to rub something into Nala. The wolf watched, impressed and amused as he gathered one more toy. A ring gag, which was slipped between Simba's teeth as he was wrested away from Nala. 

	“Your turn to be properly bound, slut.” he whispered at Simba's ear, flicking the catches on the metal that had held him. He picked the boy up, guiding his head to a neck hole in a strange device. The machine was almost tube like and with a beep it started up, dragging the prince into it. Simba tried to resist, pushing his hands against the metal and in the air as he was dragged onward. His head and collar popped out the other end as the far side of the tube locked on. Sprays of liquid rubber started around him. 

	Thick layers gushed over his shoulders, first. They trapped his splayed struggling arms against him as the coating formed and pulled tightly down, covering midway up his body. Meanwhile more nozzles of that rubber spray dealt with his rear half, spraying over the metal cage and his legs as it built a thick and tight layer that pulled his legs up and forward. To his shock, another plug, short but stretchingly fat, was shoved between his cheeks, ensuring the entrance wasn't painted over. The cub was then rotated by the machine, ensuring an even coating as he was compacted like a tight bag. “Wait for me brat.” He said with a laugh, as the machine was left to finish and the rubber to set.

	“This time's for real.” He growled lustily as he approached Nala. Lowering the frame holding her ropes so that her head was level with his crotch, he bent her backward as he slid himself down her throat in the same way Simba had been violated. Though he had grown lusty himself, gripping the girl by her shoulders as he thrust in and out, bringing him up to speed once more. Sliding in and out as his hands grasped for one more piece of gear. Nala, broken with fear, licked worriedly over his length as she struggled to take it in, gagging herself as it broke past her maw into her throat. 

	The wet warmth of her throat tugged tightly on his solid meaty length as he rolled it in, the girls nose slapped against his balls with each thrust. He finally parted from her, not leaving her to even recover, gasping and dazed, as he pushed her jaw shut and forced on his gift. A muzzle that fit to her head. Sealing her jaws together tightly as the belts were strapped behind her head and over the top of it. He flashed a shiny padlock in her vision before he clipped it into place, locking it on, making her limited to little moans, but at least that meant her maw was safe of another ravaging. 

	“Good work girl.” He teased, walking round to her front, and plunging into her pussy at last with his girth. Her toes curled and back arching as much as the corset allowed. The rope even gaining some slack as her body was lifted by the force of the thrust. He grabbed her corset in one hand and a front paw in the other, thrusting fully now. Using his body to pound into her and her suspension to drag her into him, slamming roughly into her. 

	She squealed and groaned into the gag as her entrance was used, the wolfy cock spearing in with a point, growing as he went down its length, and then bumping against her lips at the knot. The thickness and length was bad enough for the girl, stretching her pussy around it, the tight, warm and wet walls kissing and suckling his rod. Licking against it in parting and welcoming it back with a splash of her juices. Nala squirmed and shook her head, her body desperately wanted to cum, but she herself wanted to refuse him and his embrace. 

	Fenn had noticed the girl was getting close, the tightness clenching around him to get off, and so he moved his other hand to the corset too, wrenching her off his length and spearing instead to the other entrance. He thrust his hips powerfully and bounced her as he swapped to pounding her anally. The whines and thrashes from the girl showing what he hoped, this was more pain than pleasure to her. He himself was finally getting close after all this foreplay, humping deep inside, ruining her as he stretched her roughly over himself, but he wanted to blow now.  With two heavy jolts that even hit the base of the corset he slipped out, dripping pre on the floor. He smirked as he saw that she'd been forcibly 'cooled off' from climax, and then he threw himself back to her pussy. She squealed as his thrusts lifted her out of the rope's suspension, then back, then in again, until he bore all the weight of her hips on his cock, and pushed her waist down with his arms. 

	There was a sudden jolting pop as Nala was pressed down, howling into the muzzle as the wolf's knot locked inside of her. He wiggled his hips a few more times after the coupling, and then with a quiver and roar he exploded inside her. Ropes of his seed pouring into her womb as he came. Heat spreading out from the head of his cock. Shivering as he held her tight around him. Leaning forward to lick passionately at her muzzled face with a cruel grin. 

	He held her there, the girl so close, to orgasming with him, but trapped as she was, nothing could happen for her. The wolf reaching to the table once again.

	Waiting until his knot deflated enough to tug loose, he grabbed both Nala's legs in one hand, lifting her as he pulled out. Spilling a minimum of cum before he shoved a tight plug into her pussy. Connected to a strap, the strap itself clicked to the corset, holding it in, thick enough to stop her leaking anything, but not enough to get off alone. Though she nearly did just from the stimulation that itself provided. 

	Fenn moved to her side. stroking her belly and feeling the dildo through the fur there. “Now for you to stay put until the end.” He pulled another few ropes down, threading them around her body as she was pulled to be on her front instead of back, legs and arms tied together again. A rope was tied to the quasi-harness at her hips and her shoulders, immobilising her fully. She could set herself swinging but there was no danger of her getting loose. And no freedom for her to pleasure herself the rest of the way.

	Fenn ignored her then, moving onto the machine. He kicked it open, seeing it was done, and it cracked loose at the top, revealing the tightly sacked cub. Even the pads of his paws showed in the tight grip. The wolf lifted him in both arms and went back to his seat, he pointed the cub's head down to stare at the canine cock that had grown limp. Shoving the boy down, Fenn hugged him to his chest and belly, guiding the ring gag over his dick and using him as a living fleshlight. 

	Simba was exhausted from the fight, and the bag itself held him to mere struggles. He was forced to once more deep-throat that cock. The wolf's clawed paws rubbing and teasing his whole body as he was used as nothing more than a toy. The length getting a second wind and slowly starting to perk up, growing in thickness. Fenn shoved Simba right down to the base of his sheath, letting him experience his erection growing inside him as he feebly wriggled. The cock pushing deeper by the second and expanding as blood returned to engorge it anew. 

	“Haaah, yeah, that's it.” He said with a laugh. Dragging the lion-bag up and down a few more times for good measure before he took him to the bench Nala had begun the night bound to. Clipping his collar down and raising his ass into the air, the wolf wandered to the machine. Grabbing the film of rubber that had formed at the bottom of the machine in his hands, he then climbed on top of the bench too, pressing his belly across Simba's back. He slipped his rump up, and then, with a surge, rammed himself in. Simba groaned but was suddenly silenced as the wolf tugged the tight sheet of excess rubber over his face, tight enough to block his air!

	It was sticky enough to hold to his suit without much aid needed as Fenn screwed his asshole violently.  Stuffing the still wet length right into the squirming lion. Then back out and back in. Each buck of his hips grinding the boy's chastised cage into the bench, the contours of Simba's desperate ring gagged face plain in the rubber as he fought for breath, but couldn't shake the sheet. 

	Waiting for the cubs squirms to slow, in spite of the sharp, painful feelings as his rump was desecrated, the wolf finally reached forward to snatch the rubber sheet away just as he rammed in. Another pop as the knot ploughed into his tailstar and locked as the wolf emptied himself out again in the other lion. Purring and shivering. 

	He fell back, sliding out, catching a rope of cum on his finger and tucking it back into Simba's hole. Picking up the plug from the machine wedging it into Simba to hold his sperm in, the wolf climbed off. Rounding to the front, he stuffed his limp cock into Simba's ring gag, making him clean off the mess. The cub coughing and squirming at the vile treatment. 

	But that was enough for them. The wolf had cum twice to these delights, it was time to put them away. He picked up a metal belt from his depleted toy table, taking it to the weakly shaking Nala and snapping it around her waist. “Good news, sluts.” he called with a laugh. Grabbing some scissors next. “You both get to enjoy my seed for the next while as it sits inside you, and get to keep that horny feeling. You're welcome.” He took the scissors to Simba. Slipping them under the outer shell of rubber, slicing it open and peeling the bag off him.

	The cubs were stunned and weak from their use, and the wolf had seemingly lost interest in them. He called the staff's service and then just callously went to sleep, ignoring the cubs.

	The staff opened the room up quietly, silently collecting Nala and Simba, and taking the various used tools and toys away. The two cubs, as per Fenn's instructions, were strapped ass to ass around a vibrating wand, and left teased in their chastity for the night. 

	Neither of them slept, nor climaxed throughout. Simply leaking and moaning in their gags. When the guest checked out, he came back one time, bearing a neck brace that matched Nala's corset as a final token to remember him by. Locking her head as soundly as her waist. He bid the staff a farewell, and wave his hand dismissively when they asked if they should be kept teased.

	And so, the cubs were freed of the vibrator, cleaned up for the next client, before being returned to their attire, and belted or caged anew. As their chastity was there to stay until a client chose to remove it... It was going to be a long time of pent up frustration for them both. 

END