Chapter 5: Vindication and Consequences.

Both Ahadi and Mufasa were up early. The day had finally come and both lions were feeling rather confident despite all the hiccups they had encountered recently. Even with Mohatu being the one to decide, Ahadi was still confident that Mufasa would be chosen. 
There would still be time before the decision would be announced. Per tradition, the main hall of the Pridelands was being decorated for the event. 

Leaving the staff to set up the hall, Ahadi sought out his son. When stepping into Mufasa’s office, he found the red maned lion sitting on the bed looking a bit worried. Seeing this, the older lion scoffed, feeling that there was nothing to be worried about.

“There’s nothing to be worried about Mufasa. There’s no chance that Scar could match let alone outcompete the Pridelands’s profits,” Ahadi reassured. 
Mufasa figured that his father was right and shook his head. Having put that bit of worry behind him, he rose from his bed and instead put his focus on what outfit he would wear during his coronation. It would be something he had to look his best for, especially if Scar’s eyes would be on him. Replacing the temporary fear was a certain feeling of smugness. Now the golden lion couldn’t wait to see the look of jealousy on his brother’s face. 

The avian servants who helped him get his outfit were even more impersonal with him than usual, almost cold even, they had been like that for some time now and every time Mufasa noticed it, he got worried for a little while until he forgot about it again. The lioness servants were much more courteous towards him, helping fit Mufasa with one of his best outfits for the event. 

After a bit, Mufasa was wondering why he was worried in the first place. Really thinking about it, he figured there was no way he was going to lose to his brother. Sitting back and having some drinks, the golden lion just enjoyed himself for the time being. 
The only thing that would make things better would be if Simba were there to see his victory. But the golden lion cub had made his choice, deciding to stay with the dark lion instead. He was sure that Simba would come running back when he was the new head of the Pridelands. 

It was some time before Scar arrived, bringing the younger lions and Zazu with him. Ahadi wasn’t happy that his son brought Nuka, Kovu, and Kopa with him but Mohatu allowed it. Being the children of Scar and Mufasa, this was their birthright and an event they would be taking part in one day. 

“Simba!” Mufasa greeted his son as he walked over to him, ignoring Kopa as if he wasn’t there. “How are you? You must have had it horrible with your uncle, I can’t imagine he had much money to spend on you.” 

“I had a great time, actually…” Simba responded, honestly he felt offended, was that really what his father thought of him, a spoiled brat who wanted nothing but luxury? “Me, Kopa, Kovu and Nuka all thought our time with uncle ran by too fast.” The attention and care his uncle gave him was worth far more than the inattentive shower of expensive gifts his father thought counted for parenting.

Mufasa didn’t know how to respond to that and looking over he could see the other young lions glaring at him, Kopa especially. Having gained more confidence during his stay with Scar, the dark maned lion was all the more certain that his biological father was rather shallow and only cared about being the more impressive sibling. 

The red maned lion’s idea of affection also seemed to boil down to giving expensive gifts, which was at times a good way to show it, but it should not form the total basis of it. 
Spending time with someone was the true foundation of affection, everything else was extra and the only one Mufasa seemed to want to spend his time on was himself. 

“Err…I got this for you Simba.” Mufasa produced a very expensive looking box.

“I don’t want it.” Simba finally rejected his father’s “affection.” and looked away from him “All I have wanted for so long was just spending time with you and with you actually paying full attention to me and not treating my presence as an afterthought.” 

The adult lion did not like the way he was talked back to in such a disrespectful manner, but as he opened his mouth to retort he faltered…surely that wasn’t right…he had spent time with his son. However he drew a complete blank.

“Do you even know me dad?” Simba asked. 

“O-of course I do…you…you like red, your favorite food is Imperial steak, you like classical music and-”

“Stop stop [i]stop[/i]…” Simba cut him off. “I don’t like [i]any [/i]of those things…those are the things [i]you[/i] like dad.” 

What…that wasn’t…oh…it was…those were the things he liked…didn’t…didn’t he know what Simba liked?

Given the sudden very uncomfortable situation, Mufasa quickly withdrew without saying anything. 

“Well at least he didn’t deny it…” Nuka commented flatly. 

“Do we have to stay long?” Kopa asked, clearly wanting to return to the Clan District. 

“Yes, we do,” Scar responded, not being exactly thrilled to be within the Pridelands either. “Simba? Would you mind taking them to your room? I’ll attend to all the boring and tedious adult matters.” 

“Sure, Uncle Scar!” Simba said, perking up. He was more than glad to lead the younger lions off to his room and the others were just as glad to leave the snobbish atmosphere of the main hall. The decorations had been fully set up but Scar found them a bit excessive, especially when considering the only guests invited would be investors and other rich folks that had stake in the company.  Getting his sons and Zazu to attend was enough of a risk, he was certain that Ahadi would have done everything in his power to keep the hyenas and Timon and Pumbaa from attending. But knowing that they were looking after the Outlands put him at ease a bit.

With Zazu and his clan keeping an eye on the young lions they should be safe enough until the contest’s results were announced and Ahadi lost most of his power, as no matter what happened he would lose his title as head of the house and as much as Scar loathed his brother he didn’t think Mufasa would do anything to the younger members of the family, even with Ahadi whispering into his ear. 

The event was set to begin soon, with the invited “guests” arriving. Scar stood some distance away from the rich and arrogant people who were taking their places within the main hall. 
A time like this was usually a good time to renew contracts and establish new connections but the dark lion had no interest in mingling with any of them, most of them were just Ahadi’s puppets. The dark lion could only rarely spot someone who he’d know wasn’t totally under his father’s thumb, but felt it best not to approach them and possibly draw Ahadi’s attention to them, at least not until Ahadi was curbed. 

The dark lion was relieved he would get away from the unfriendly atmosphere when his grandfather came down the stairs and asked him, Ahadi and Mufasa follow him into the innermost sanctum of the estate so they could privately discuss the result of the duel. 

The family meeting room was a room with an impressively large table, meant to be able to accommodate the entirety of their family and it had been able to even when the size of their family had been far larger. 

Mohatu suppressed shaking his head as his son sat down right beside Mufasa seemingly without thinking about it, rather than sit somewhere that would show he planned to be unbiased.
The patriarch had tried, given his son chance after chance to try and show he understood what he was doing was wrong, but every time he had been let down or even shown the depths Ahadi was willing to go to. 
The lion elder had given Ahadi chances to show him that he didn’t need to go to the extremes he had planned, but Ahadi had only shown the older lion more and more that it was indeed necessary.

Scar sat opposite them and Mohatu sat himself at the end of the table.

The patriarch held up his paw, as if asking them to wait, they all sat in silence for a little while until the clock chimed, indicating the time of the duel had run out, precisely to this day and hour. 

“The duel of succession is over.” Mohatu said formally. He motioned for the servants in the room, all members of Zazu’s clan, to bring him some papers, a Blue Jay and a Cardinal also subtly placed themselves behind Mufasa and Ahadi without them noticing. 

“Before I announce the results, we must first discuss the misconduct that has happened during the trial and perhaps even before it.” Ahadi frowned as Mohatu’s look was clearly aimed at him. 

“I studied the rules father…I broke none of them.” There was a tone of arrogance in Ahadi’s voice.

Mohatu closed his eyes and sighed “Technically you are right.” hearing this made Ahadi’s smirk widen.
“However…you have utterly violated the spirit of our family’s sacred rite. By all means I should call it in Scar’s favor without ever going over the results.” 

“Y-you can’t!” Ahadi and Mufasa panicked. 

“Why not?” Mohatu’s ice glare froze the pair to their chairs. 

“Because…then you would be just as bad as me, breaking the rules of the competition for the result you want.” Ahadi tried turning the situation around. 

“Fine…I will overlook your meddling and your son’s less than honorable conduct, but only because Scar asked me beforehand to do so. I will judge a winner by the rules of the competition.” Ahadi wanted to sneer at his other son, but held back because he knew he was on thin ice. 

“However…if you still lose…I will come down on the two of you for [i]everything[/i] dishonorable that you have done” Mohatu warned them.

Ahadi tried not to scoff, his father was just puffing himself up, there was no way he knew about his activities. At least he thought so before a thick folder was passed to him and even a curious look inside made him pale as it revealed his father knew about even his darkest dealings. 

“Fine…but that won’t happen, results are everything and my son couldn’t possibly have lost to his brother.” Ahadi agreed to the terms.

“So that is your mindset son? Nothing is too dishonorable if it gets you the result you want?” Ahadi was confused by the enigmatic tone of his father. 

“Let us put your ideology to the test then shall we?” The elder lion took up some notes he had written down. 

“Winner of most Innovation - Scar, most growth - Scar, most employees - Scar, Profit for drinks - Mufasa…” As Mohatu went on, two parakeet twins added tallies to a board to keep score for them all to see. 
While Mufasa did earn some points, they were few and far between and his tallies were far behind that of his brother. 

“Pointless!” Ahadi protested, cutting off his father. “None of that matters, only profit does!” 
“Very well…Most Profit…” Mohatu checked a document “Scar.” he announced. There was a moment of silence before Ahadi rose from his chair.

“Th-that can’t be…that’s impossible! Give me that!” Ahadi disrespectfully demanded the paper from his father. Mohatu sighed and handed it to a servant who carried it to Ahadi. 

With a smirk the older lion went over the results, he checked the Pridelands’ profit first, they were indeed correct. That meant his failure of a son had inflated his numbers somehow, but as he looked over the numbers of Scar his expression fell, every number was backed up by a source to confirm it was indeed correct and the final comparison wasn’t even close. The dark lion had them beat by miles in pure profit somehow. 

“What!?” Mufasa looked over and noticed the gap between him and his brother “Brother, how can you lie so brazenly!” The red maned lion stood up and accused Scar. It didn’t matter to Mufasa how well sourced those numbers were, they were impossible. 

Scar, who had been just sitting in silence up till this point, smirked at the accusation and with a small gesture a line of suitcases were placed on the table by the servants and opened to reveal a fortune in bills. 

“Seeing is believing, brother.” Scar calmly took a sip of his drink. 

Seeing the physical evidence before him Mufasa slunk back into his chair beside his father who was staring in disbelief at the money Scar had accumulated. 

“You lost, Ahadi.” Mohatu said. 

“B-but…” The older lion tried to find some way to wiggle out of this. “T-this was Mufasa’s competition…” He tried to distance himself, but the patriarch was having none of it. 

“The way you involved yourself so closely with Mufasa and did everything in your power to aid him in winning, you indisputably tied yourself to him and took part in the competition on his behalf.” Scar pointed out. 

“Agreed.” Mohatu said. 

“B-but…” Ahadi instinctively tried to excuse himself again.  

“I will hear no more excuses Ahadi! If you actually had a point, you would have made it by now!” The patriarch shot him down. 
With shaking hands and grit teeth Ahadi stared at the surface of the table, seemingly unable to accept he wasn’t going to have his way. 

“I…lost?” Mufasa said in a confused tone. How, how had he lost?! He had been promised that he would win if he did everything his father said! 

“Yes…and now…I will sentence the two of you for your misdeeds.” Mohatu’s tone was clear that they were to remain seated and despite their misgivings, his authoritative voice and aura made them obey. 

“Mufasa…you went along with your father’s dishonorable plan and violated the spirit of the competition in order to gain an edge and allowed him run the business [i]you [/i]were suppose to in order to prove yourself, you have also brought much ire towards the family by abusing the goodwill we had built with many companies and people.” 
Mufasa thought that was the worst of it, but his grandfather was just getting started. 
“You also brought the employees of Prideland to near revolt with your petty and disrespectful behavior, but worst of all has been your mistreatment of your own sons.”

“I only have [i]one [/i]son.” Mufasa tried to object, but the icy glare of his grandfather shut him up. 

“I don’t care what qualms you have towards Kopa, he is your son by blood. As his father it is [i]your [/i]duty to put his needs above your own, to sacrifice, so that he might grow up well.” The red maned lion did not like to get lectured to, especially not by someone who didn’t understand. 

“You feel emotional pain from seeing him as he reminds you of his mother.” Mufasa froze as Mohatu cut right to the case “But think about what he feels…meeting his father, only to be rejected by the one who was supposed to take care of him…”
Mufasa hung his head in shame. 

“But…” the red maned lion jerked his head up hearing his grandfather continue. “It has been your treatment of Simba that is the worst of your sins.”

Simba?! But…he loved his son, and treated him well! Mufasa wanted to protest, but that moment in the lobby with Simba rejecting his gift and then the realization that he didn’t know anything about Simba at all kept repeating over and over in his head. 

Seeing Mufasa’s tormented look, his grandfather went a bit easier on him “Mufasa…think about how you treated him…if your roles had been reversed and Simba had treated you like you did him, would you have called him a loving father?” 

“No… I don’t think I would…” Mufasa said. For once, his tone carried some shame. The weight of his neglect towards Simba, giving him gifts rather than actually spending time with him and blatant pushing away of Kopa… 
Again he looked back to that moment and recalled the look on Kopa’s face, the disappointed and hurt look of a young lion that had wanted nothing more than to meet and bond with his father. Kopa was the child of his previous love, being cast off before he was even born. And when finally being found again, he was openly denied by his own father…

Mufasa had been adamant on putting it all behind him. It took some time but he found a new love in Sarabi and having Simba was the living symbol of his moving on. 
Thinking back, the golden lion began to think back to how he interacted with Simba. He couldn’t recall spending a lot of time with the younger lion. A private tutor was his source of education and plenty of gifts kept the lion cub distracted while he attended to work…

Neither of his sons knew him and he didn’t know anything about them either. Sure, Ahadi could be harsh at times but he at least had a relationship with his father…
“It’s not too late to fix this,” Mohatu said, his tone becoming softer. “But it won’t be easy…you will need to rebuild yourself, become someone who is worthy of such a second chance.”

Seeing Mufasa in deep thought, Mohatu turned to his own son, who still looked utterly unrepentant.
“Ahadi…you have misused your power as head of the house immensely. Rather than keep the family together and honor the family creed you have done just about everything you could to do the opposite. You have written a chapter in our family’s history that is so dark that its effects will linger on for years to come…”

Ahadi gulped when hearing that. Major events in their family were recorded and this would be something that future generations would be told about, making him some kind of cautionary figure. He thought he had been so careful about his dealings and schemes, and yet…it seemed the things he tried to bury had come back to haunt his legacy. 

“By all rights…I should banish you from the family Ahadi. You have stolen, cheated, lied and brought immense discord to the family and estate and damaged the family’s reputation.” For once Ahadi realized just how serious this was, only one person had been banished from their family before and that was the matriarch who left four other members of the family to die after she had locked their estate at the time before setting it on fire in an insurance scam, they survived by leaving the building in unexpected ways, but were all physically and mentally scarred by the incident. 
Did his father really think him on the same level as that madwoman?!

“I also tested you, but every time you disappointed me and sometimes even broke my heart as you managed to slink to even lower levels than I had formerly witnessed…however…you are my son…” Hearing that brought some hope to Ahadi.

“I will not give up on you so easily, but…I know the means I have to use to bring you back on the right path will have to be extreme given how astray you are…” 

Mohatu took a deep breath to prepare himself and made a gesture which made the Blue Jay and Cardinal behind Ahadi and Mufasa snap a collar around their necks. They tried and failed to rip it off. 
“Both of you have tried to lead without knowing what it means to serve, so that is what I will have you do…” 

A pair of mirrors were brought in front of the two lions to let them see the collars they each had been outfitted with and they both paled immensely when they saw the reflection of the black collar around their necks. 

“I will make sure you both are given the discipline you clearly didn’t get when growing up…you can either bend and learn…or break and be remade.” Mohatu let them know they would not get out of this before they had learned their lesson, one way or the other. 

While letting the reality of their situation sink in for the two lions Mohatu turned towards Scar.
“On behalf of the family I deeply apologize for what you had to go through.” the dark lion curtly nodded.
“If there is any way I can make it up to you…” 

“Let me have priority to those two…” Scar’s lustful gaze made both Ahadi and Mufasa freeze. As long as they had those special enchanted collars on they were forced to obey orders from anyone with their family blood, unless they had orders to otherwise from someone in a higher position in the family. 

“I see no issue with that.” The old lion smiled, much to Ahadi and Mufasa’s dismay. 

Mufasa and Ahadi were bound to do whatever the dark lion wished and from the look on Scar’s face it was clear he was going to take full advantage of this. 

“Since you are going to be learning the way of the escort, why don’t you start by getting out of those clothes? They are gonna be in the way.” Scar smirked at the expression his brother and father had as they stood up and stripped right in front of not only their family members, but all the servants. 
They had wanted to undress as little as possible, but the collars identified the intent of orders given, so they were made to strip completely like Scar had wanted them to. Ahadi especially showed his growing dread from being nude and seeing his son approaching. 

Before Ahadi could even start to make empty threats, Scar grabbed his crotch and kneaded his balls gently, causing his father to gasp and groan. The collars also made the wearer more receptive to stimulation. The simple rubbing of his son’s hand was enough to make him visibly shiver.
“G-get off me..!” Ahadi growled. “I…I don’t-” Scar smirked “Don’t what father? Don’t want to be touched by other males?” 
It was no secret that Ahadi was very strongly against same sex relations, let alone actual sex between two of the same gender. It brought a certain catharsis, seeing that same lion all but melting from the simple touching of his loins. 

“This isn’t me! This is the collar…” Ahadi protested, blushing as he was gaining an erection. His body chose the perfect time, as if to spite his own words. 

“Oh I don’t think so father…it might enhance the feeling of pleasure, but without having at least [i]some[/i] natural reaction you wouldn’t feel anything at all…the fact you got hard [i]this[/i] fast however tells me you like it quite a bit, even without the collar enhancing the stimulating.”  
Moving his hand to his father’s erection, Scar started to stroke him with all the skill he had, making him moan quite shamelessly. 

“However…let’s test it…”touch of Aphrodite” off…” Scar commanded and Ahadi’s collar responded by its color turning gray, showing it was no longer enhancing his lust. But much to Ahadi’s humiliation his erection stayed strong and he couldn’t stop moaning from how his son was giving him a masterful handjob. 

“Looks like that wasn’t it, father…” Scar’s tone was incredibly smug as he continued to make Ahadi writhe under his touch. “They say that sometimes those against same sex relations have something they’re trying to hide.” It was not unusual for strong advocates to be caught in the act of having sex with another of the same sex, it seemed Ahadi was one of those, but just repressed it so hard it must have aided in him becoming mentally unstable. 

A mixed expression was on Ahadi’s face now; one of both hatred and pleasure, felt at the same time. There wasn’t much he could say to deny it. The collar was still deactivated and yet he couldn’t keep himself from groaning and squirming from the other male’s touch. 
He remained quiet, knowing that any further protest would be proved wrong by his own body’s reaction. He looked away but continued reacting to Scar’s touch, not wanting to admit how skillfully and smoothly his son handled him… 

Standing close by, Mufasa didn’t need to be touched to gain an erection. He didn’t hold his father’s view on same sex matters, but hadn’t ever been with another male himself. His eyes had always been on lionesses. All the same, the display before him was not only making him aroused but curious. 

“Enjoying the view, Mufasa?” Scar teased. The golden lion wasn’t so quick to answer, the embarrassment being clear on his face. At least he wasn’t openly disgusted like their father. Despite the many wedges in their relationship, Scar did see more potential to reform in his brother than he did in Ahadi. 

Chuckling and putting his focus back into Ahadi, Scar began stroking faster, feeling his father’s length pulsing harder under his touch and even starting to leak. At this point, the older lion failed to contain his moans and grunts. 
“Just be honest with yourself…” Scar said “You don’t dislike this as much as you try to pretend that you do.” 

“Sh-shut up Tamu…I’ll never give in to you…” Scar’s eyebrow rose hearing that and he turned to his grandfather who was just as confused at the unfamiliar name that slipped out of his son, but he did subtly write it down to look into it in the future. 

“Is that so…?” Scar asked, trying to prompt anymore secrets out of his father. 

“You were always the worst of my sons, came out with a dark coat despite my own golden one, I had to test you to make sure you were actually mine.” Oh…he was back from whatever memory he had been lost in for a moment, he seemingly hadn’t even realized he had tried to address him as someone else. 

“And yet despite all your meddling, I still won and all you managed to accomplish by betting it all on Mufasa was to go down with him.” Scar sped up his strokes, rapidly coaxing Ahadi toward an orgasm “So now it’s time for me to claim you as part of my prize…”

Ahadi couldn’t resist the touch. Scar experience and increase in speed were too much for him to take. The older lion tried his best to resist but was soon crying out. His body shuddered and through clenched teeth he huffed while cumming. 

Scar smirked at his victory, his father’s shame at having openly orgasmed in front of not just his own father, but so many servants and his own favored son was clear as day. 

“Good boy.” Scar teased Ahadi as he let him go…for now. 
The dark lion’s focus was then on his brother. Now it was Mufasa’s turn to gulp. 

“Enjoyed the show did you?” Scar teased Mufasa’s length with a finger which made his brother shiver.

“I-I…” Mufasa rightly had no idea what to say. He hadn’t ever expected to be erect before his brother, let alone secretly crave his touch. 

“Cat got your tongue, brother?” Scar reveled in the moment, finally he had Mufasa right in the palm of his hand. Or at least, the most important part of him.
Mufasa moaned lowly and needily as Scar gripped his shaft and stroked it.
“Mufasa…are you enjoying this?” The dark lion couldn’t believe how pliable his brother was.

“Y-yes…” The golden lion replied meekly. 

Scar chuckled “If I had known this was all it took to make you this malleable, I would have snuck into your room and done this years ago…bet you would have liked that you naughty boy.” Mufasa couldn’t reply even if he wanted to, but the immense blush on his face told them all they needed to. 

Scar didn’t need to break his brother down. The golden lion was easily melting under his simple touch. Stroking up and down was all it took to get Mufasa to moan out. The collar was enhancing the pleasure felt but the dark lion was sure his brother would be in a similar state even without it. He continued stroking Mufasa’s cock, feeling it twitch and leak a bit against his fingers. The pleasure was clearly getting stronger on the golden lion’s end. With a smirk, Scar slowly withdrew his hand, knowing it would leave Mufasa wanting more. 

Just like he predicted, Mufasa was left straining and groaning. He was clearly wanting more, looking almost desperate for it, shamelessly thrusting his hips slightly, as if trying to find my sort of stimulation out of pure instinct. 
Seeing this, the dark lion chuckled and took a step back, making it clear that he wouldn’t be giving his brother any further touch. 

“This was supposed to be a punishment Mufasa, I can’t keep going if you enjoy it that much…” The dark lion said in a lighthearted tone as he savored the desperate look in his brother’s eyes. 

“If you want more than you’ll have to earn it,” Scar chuckled darkly and made his point clear by freeing and gripping his length and giving it a teasing stroke. 
Mufasa understood his brother’s meaning and gulped again, knowing that many eyes were on him. Being teased was one thing but fully submitting himself in front of those gathered was another. All the same, his body was pulsing with lust and need, his gaze being focused on the dark lion’s cock. 

As if teasing the golden lion more, Scar fully undressed and the sight of his naked body made his brother’s length visibly throb.
Ahadi tried to plead with his son to come to his senses, but Mufasa wasn’t listening and to Scar’s delight got on his knees right in front of him, his head hovering right before his cock. 
“F-fine…” Mufasa admitted. It was all too much for him to resist. Ignoring his father’s protests, the now kneeling golden lion eased forwards, gripping and stroking Scar a couple of times before he leaned his head forward and accepted his brother’s maleness, letting it slide into his mouth. 

“Mufa-”
 “Quiet.” Mohatu cut Ahadi off and the order silenced the older lion. The patriarch smirked, “Just enjoy the show.” 

With no further objections, the two older lions stood by and watched as Mufasa began to use his mouth on Scar’s cock. The dark lion was already groaning and purring in delight from the warmth that surrounded his erection. 
“Oh… I must say, this doesn’t feel like it’s your first time doing this,” Scar commented, feeling the way that Mufasa’s tongue was gently lapping against his sensitive flesh. 
The other lion did glance away for a moment, feeling a blush spreading across his muzzle. It was his first time…with another male…but his oral experience with females did carry over somewhat.

Scar continued to moan from his brother’s mouth gently sucking on his length. The other lion was working slowly and gently, being clearly reluctant to fully go into his actions. Either way, the touch of Mufasa’s textured tongue still sent shivers through the other male’s body. He purred a bit and placed his hand down on his brother’s head, putting down a bit of pressure that sunk more inches into the golden lion’s mouth. 

Mufasa felt more of it ease inside but he didn’t resist, feeling the erection grinding and pulsing over his tongue. The taste of precum made him shudder, its flavor being something foreign to him. 
After pushing down, Scar’s hand was easing his brother’s head back right after. In addition to the small licks he gave, the golden feline was being made to bob his head back and forth. It was done a few times before Mufasa continued the motions himself, allowing Scar to ease his hand away. 

“You are a quick student…just like your sons.” The praise on top of the mental image of Simba and Kopa naked and performing sexual acts with Scar made him deeply moan. 
The golden lion’s head slid back and forth, taking all of it into his muzzle. The moans and grunts of Scar were getting louder and more precum was spurt and rubbed over his taste buds. It was clear to see that the dark lion was getting close to his climax. For a moment, Mufasa hesitated but Scar’s hand came down, placing itself on his head to keep him in place. 

With a few strokes of the fur on Mufasa’s head Scar encouraged his brother to keep going, the golden lion’s resumed mouthwork inched the dark lion closer and closer to orgasm. A few more bobs of his head and smooth licks of the bigger feline’s tongue were all it took for Scar to groan deeply, making a single push with his hips. Having the shaft push itself in deep again, Mufasa had no choice but to drink down the thick ropes of seed that were pumped into his muzzle. 

Ahadi knew what was happening, hearing the gulps and watching as Mufasa swallowed down his brother’s load. To his further anger, the golden lion wasn’t looking disgusted. Instead Mufasa’s eyes were closed and he could even be heard purring a bit. When Scar was finished, he slowly pulled his cock free, leaving the other lion to gulp down the rest of the load. 

“Consider me…impressed brother…I suppose you will want your prize now?” The golden lion nodded eagerly.

“Well I stroked father to his finish…so let’s mix things up a bit, stay on your knees and lean back.” Mufasa did so and it allowed Scar full access to his erection. The golden lion had no idea what his brother intended and that honestly excited him.

As he lifted his foot Scar noticed his brother’s confusion, but as he gently lowered his sole onto Mufasa’s length he seemed to understand what was going to happen. 
Moving his sole up and down on Mufasa’s erection, Scar was providing an experience that his brother had never felt before and steadily pushing him toward his eagerly sought out climax. 

“Are you really going to cum from me stroking you with my foot Mufasa?…how shameless…go ahead…” Scar smirked as he heard his brother’s breathing picked up and felt his cock throb more and more.
Ahadi was seething in place but could do nothing with Mohatu so close by. He could only imagine the humiliation of being jerked off by his son’s foot in front of all these people. Even worse was Mufasa’s blatant expression of pleasure, openly panting and squirming from the other male’s touch. 

Having been stroked earlier and kept aroused from sucking off his brother, Mufasa was already close to his climax. Scar showed just as much talent and skill with his foot as he did with his hand. Keeping his balance, the dark lion smoothly rubbed up and down against his brother’s cock, feeling it throbbing even harder than before. Mufasa was huffing deeply and humping against the other lion’s sole, being very close…but once more Mufasa was denied.

“Oh don’t whine brother…you have been a very obedient partner and as such I think you need a better finish than just spilling all over yourself…” Scar turned towards Ahadi with an expression that made his father pale a bit. 

“Since you have had your lips almost attached to my brother’s rectum for years you shouldn’t be against relieving your golden son by using those lips on his manhood.” Ahadi felt himself unwillingly moving. The collar compelled him to follow his son’s command despite his objections.

Ahadi got into position and took the throbbing length of his son into his mouth, Mufasa’s moans aroused the older lion a lot more now that he was the one causing them. 
While Ahadi had no oral expertise to speak of, Mufasa was so close to the edge that even with his meager oral skills it didn’t take long before he brought his son over that edge. 

The collar kept Ahadi in place and made certain that he completed the task set for him. He heard the orgamsic groan from his son and could only brace himself before having his muzzle marked by the hot and sticky ropes of Mufasa’s release. 
Ahadi did not know why, but getting a mouthful of Mufasa’s essence didn’t fill him with disgust, some deep part of him was even turned on by it, maybe it was because he was sharing such an intimate act with someone he cared about? Yes, that must be it…

“Aren’t you getting a little uncomfortable in those clothes grandfather?” Scar asked, there was a very noticeable bulge in Mohatu’s pants. He chuckled a bit “I suppose I am…”he said and undressed.
Despite his age Mohatu’s body was very alluring. He had been taking a shamanic medicine that slowed the aging of his body dramatically. It was an amazing drug, but it only worked on those who had passed their prime and while it kept the body from deteriorating, it did not extend one’s lifespan.

The sight of Mohatu’s naked body did arouse more than a few of the servants alongside his family, the lion’s body radiated strength and virility that most even in their prime could not hope to match. 
The medicine that kept Mohatu’s body was only given to a select few that earned it. For his efforts and grace in his own time, the lion indeed earned the preservation of his figure. 
Even Scar was gawking at the older lion’s body, outdoing even Mufasa’s physique. 

“Although it has been a while. I fear I may be a bit rusty,” Mohatu chuckled, being rather humble about his appearance. 

“Patriarch indeed…” One of the exotic birds commented stunned at the old lion’s incredible body.

“I think I will have a bit more fun with Mufasa,” Scar chuckled, running his hand through Mufasa’s mane. “Show him the ropes as it were, like I did his sons…” Mufasa shuddered again after hearing that. “Why don’t you discipline Ahadi in the meantime grandfather?” 

Hearing that Mohatu looked down at his kneeling son. Indeed the lion was long overdue to be punished for his many violations of their family’s creed and his other dishonorable acts. He had been content to let Scar handle it for now, intending to discipline Ahadi in private. But being aroused and asked to join in spurred the eldest lion to go ahead and punish Ahadi right then and there. 
His son gulped and shuddered from the look that was given to him, recognizing the lustful expression. 

“With me, Ahadi,” Mohatu said sternly, his maleness throbbing. Ahadi gulped again when he saw it. The older lion bore the larger than average size their family was known for. It throbbed with need and was already leaking a bit.
The collar got Ahadi moving and approaching his father. He was openly shivering, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. 

The servants did not need to be given an order, they removed the seating from a section of the table that Mohatu was leading his son towards.
Ahadi did not know how to feel about his father having a body that looked younger than his own, but it gave him ideas…

“Bend over the table…I can already tell you are scheming something…that habit is one of the first things I will break you out of.”   
Doing as he was told, Ahadi bent himself over the table, having his rump presented to his father. That damned collar kept him acting upon the orders of others despite his expressed worry and apprehension. 

Intending to make good on his words, Mohatu approached the younger lion from behind. Having not indulged in sexual acts for a while, the family patriarch was more eager and pent up than he had realized. His intent to punish and gazing upon Ahadi’s waiting backside made his cock throb hard again, spurring him to come in closer, already having his hands on the other lion’s ass. 

“Ahem…” A bottle of Pure Water was presented to Mohatu from one of the servants.

“Oh right…” The old lion had almost forgotten about that…it really must have been too long…

“Drink this…” Mohatu ordered his son a bit embarrassed as he handed it to him, Ahadi did so without protest. While the potion took effect the older lion grinded his shaft between his son’s cheeks, both to rile himself up and to tease Ahadi of what was to come.

While rubbing himself, more pre leaked out, being smeared over Ahadi’s tailhole. Feeling this, the bent over lion groaned. Being made to perform oral sex on Mufasa had been one thing, but he felt nothing but pure shame in knowing he was about to be anally penetrated and by his own father no less.

Once the water cleaned up his son’s insides, Mohatu began to act. Having lubricated the outside, the older lion centered the tip of his length and began to push it inside. 
Ahadi groaned aloud, feeling his father’s sizable maleness pushing its way into his tailhole. At least the older male was penetrating him slowly, feeding every inch inside bit by bit. 

While Mohatu had shown his son how it felt to be filled, Scar had shown his brother how much he had changed since they last met.

“Come here.” The dark lion waved his brother towards him teasingly with a finger as he leaned up one of the walls in the room. 
As soon as he came within reach Mufasa was shocked at how strong his brother was when he gripped him and pushed him into the wall. Sexual tricks wasn’t the only thing the dark lion had picked up in the clan district.

“Drink.” Scar ordered as he pushed the mouth of a small flask to his brother’s lips. Mufasa drank the Pure Water inside, wincing a little at the taste. 

The servants were just as impressed to see Scar getting a hold on his brother’s hips and with a grunt heave Mufasa up from below, lifting and holding him up against the wall. 
The golden lion was just as surprised to feel the smaller lion’s hold. Scar proved himself to be stronger than he looked, keeping Mufasa’s body pinned to the wall.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Scar commanded. Mufasa did just that, being compelled by the collar and his own excitement. Having his legs move around and press close to Scar’s hips helped keep him secure. 

“You’re already twitching Mufasa…are you already excited?” The dark lion teased his brother who blushed at having his eagerness pointed out. 

“I’ve never been in a position like this before…” Mufasa admitted. This would be many “firsts” for him. This was also his first time being lifted and held by another male in this way. Scar’s erection was pressed against his taint and it would only take a simple slide dowards to find his hole and enter it. 

Scar took in the time to just have their bodies so close, savoring the small victory of just having the proud Mufasa in such a position. Even without the collar’s effect it was clear that the golden lion would be eagerly submitting to him, overcome by the thrill and arousal. 
 “Ready?” Scar asked his brother. Given the situation, consent didn’t really matter, but he wanted to hear Mufasa say it, as an act of submission.

“I-I am…” the golden lion responded. Though he was under the collar’s effects, the words spoken were his genuine desires. He was already shivering from his brother’s touch, feeling the other lion’s hips shifting. The tip dragged along his underside and found its way to his tailhole, making a teasing press against it. 

“You’re mine.” Scar snarled possessively as he pushed inside his brother, the other lion could do nothing but moan as he was penetrated and slowly filled more and more by his length. 

The room filled with moans and groans as Scar and Mohatu introduced Mufasa and Ahadi to the pleasures of anal sex. The servants found their attention split between the pair on the table and the other pair against the wall. 
“It’s finally time you learn your place,” Mohatu growled. He had fully inserted himself into the other lion. Still being bent over the table, Ahadi let out a long groan. But rather than voicing any discomfort or disgust, the sound that escaped him was a groan laced with pleasure. 

Mohatu was already moving his hips, having developed a pace that kept his cock penetrating Ahadi’s tailhole, keeping it filled and spread by his prominent size. Any signs of resistance were met with a swat to Ahadi’s rear, like an adult disciplining their child. 
Those watching were able to see that, though a bit rusty, Mohatu was still a force to be reckoned with when it came to sex. Each of the older lion’s thrusts were strong and it pushed his length in deep. This kept the other lion moaning out and voicing the pleasure that he felt, the feeling building despite how much Ahadi tried to resist the steady rutting. 

“P-please stop…” Ahadi begged, this was beyond humiliating…he was being treated like a child and worse yet, he felt like one, being utterly powerless to stop his father’s disciplining. 

Mohatu did not let up despite his son’s pleas “I don’t know what came over you, one day you just started acting more and more like a spoiled brat, so now I will treat you like one should treat a spoiled brat…by teaching them some [i]discipline[/i].” An extra hard thrust to emphasize his point made Ahadi moan out.

That hard thrust surged the flesh inside of him, striking his prostate and other sensitive spots hard. Ahadi’s entire body shook and pleasure surged through him, being seen by the throbbing and leaking of his cock against the table. 
He could feel his father’s flesh grinding inside of him, touching those spots repeatedly. It was hard for him to keep his voice down and the mess his twitching cock made was embarrassingly evident for those watching. 

On the other side of the room, Scar was making his own progress with Mufasa. He had sunk every inch inside of the golden lion’s tailhole, the both of them moaning out from their shared feelings. Unlike Ahadi, Mufasa didn’t deny his feelings. It was all new to him but he was willing to let the dark lion take control and experience the pleasure of being held and rutted by another male. 
He followed every command given to him, whether it be to squeeze down on his brother’s length or even grinding his rump against the incoming thrusts. “I’d daresay you’re enjoying yourself a bit too much…” Scar teased. His brother didn’t respond with words, instead moaning out as his body was being bounced by Scar’s steady thrusts. 

Mufasa was steadily leaking precum unto himself from the stimulation his brother was giving him. He had never thought being with a male could be so fulfilling, let alone being the bottom. 
Scar’s task was to dominate but that didn’t mean the golden lion couldn’t enjoy himself as well. Hearing Mufasa’s moans and feeling his body shiver against his own, Scar felt the pleasure and excitement rising. The feelings encouraged the dark lion to increase his pace, also thrusting his cock in deeper.

“I’m not hearing Ahadi very much, are you really that rusty Mohatu?” Scar teased his grandfather.

“He’s just shy…” The oldest lion replied “Bet I can force him to cum before you can make your brother do so.” He, much to the dark lion’s surprise, challenged him. 

“Oh is that so?” Scar asked in a teasing manner. It would have been easy to say that the dark lion had the advantage, but Mohatu had plenty of tricks up his own sleeve. Sure he was a bit rusty but that didn’t mean he couldn’t put up a good challenge. 

Ahadi and Mufasa moaned out as their partners began pulling out all the stops, something that neither of them were prepared for.  Mohatu began thrusting in a certain way, purposely stimulating the most sensitive spots within Ahadi. In addition, his pace became uneven as well. This made each thrust feel different from the last and the sensations felt different too. 
To counter Scar’s earlier claims, Ahadi couldn’t fight the raising of his voice, a series of long winded moans being forced out of him. 

Not to be outdone, Scar began to use some of the tricks he had picked up from his time managing Outland, alternating shallow and deep bucks while rolling his hips to thrust, and those were only the obvious things he did. One of the subtle things Scar did was roll his thumbs in circles against Mufasa’s fur and apply a little pressure with his hands. A particularly skillful cheetah had taught him this trick and it heightened the recipient’s pleasure subtly and even made them tighten up a bit.

Mufasa’s moans echoed throughout the room but Ahadi’s weren’t to be ignored either. The servants were watching both Scar and Mohatu trying out more tricks and picking up the pace on the collared lion they were humping with great interest. From their perspective, the dark lion and patriarch were neck and neck when it came to making their partner cum. 

Though humping at a slower pace, Mohatu’s actions were getting quite the reaction out of Ahadi. He was hitting all the right spots with every thrust. Even with many eyes on him and the renewed rise of embarrassment, the collared lion couldn’t fight the steady climb of his climax, being brought there by each new action done by Mohatu. 

Another hard jab to his prostate got the prideful lion to roar out, his body shaking hard as he began cumming onto the table, the mess of his load being clear to see by all watching closely. 

Ahadi’s orgasm was followed shortly after by Mufasa’s, the golden lion submissively moaned as he completely surrendered to his brother, his load was also very visible as it was shot onto his own chest due to the position he was in.

With their partners pushed to orgasm, the two lions humped a few more times before they too climaxed, filling the collared lions with their essence. 

“Hah…looks like I won…” Mohatu panted.

“Barely…and you cut corners…just look at the orgasm I forced out of Mufasa.” Scar huffed. The mess on the golden lion’s chest was visibly more than what Ahadi had shot onto the table. 

“Let’s just call it a tie then…” The patriarch chuckled. For being out of practice when it came to sex, the older lion was rather satisfied with his results. It was certain that upon shaking off his rust and regaining his full prowess, he would truly give Scar a run for his money…

The dark lion cleared his throat “I think we can return to the formalities now…” servants brought him and his grandfather their clothes, to Ahadi and Mufasa’s confusion their clothes were not retrieved.  

“You won’t need clothes where you are going…” Scar’s tone sent a chill down their spine. “We will get back to you, but until then we will leave you in the capable hands of Zazu’s clan, they will show you the ropes of your new life.” 

Ahadi cowered a bit as the bird servants closed in around him, touching him arousingly as they led him out the meeting room. Their intention to get some payback for what he did to them in the past was clear. 
Mufasa was a bit more obedient, but the idea of being reduced to less than a servant didn’t quite sit well with him, but some suggestive touches took his mind off that. 

With the two disgraced lions out of the room, Mohatu and Scar returned to the custom protocol of the ending ceremony of the duel of succession. 

Mohatu turned to his grandson with a smile on his face. “Despite all the initial obstacles you not only managed to rise up and match your brother, but surpass him by heads and miles…you have truly impressed me grandson.”

“You flatter me too much, a lot of the work that went into my success was done by the many skillful hands under my employ and especially that of my friends.” Scar was not going to let their contribution be forgotten.

“Indeed, but your ability to gather such people and give them their proper credit is also a strong value that you possess.” Mohatu praised further. He had taken in the various bird clans when they fell from grace but Scar had taken his generosity to another level, inviting various animals under his employ. 

Scar couldn’t help but blush. He was getting used to praise from Outlands but the words coming from his grandfather struck a deeper chord within the dark lion. Mohatu was not one to give out idle praise even at the best of times, it had to be earned through accomplishing something great. 

“If there are no objections…I hereby declare you the new head of the family,” Mohatu announced. 
“And…given your immense talents…I plan to train you as my successor as patriarch of the family.” 

Hearing this, Scar was speechless and wide-eyed. Having won the contest for the family business was one thing. He had felt prepared for that change in his life but also being given the chance to succeed Mohatu completely blindsided him. 

“Let me have a chance to make some changes around Prideland at least before I take over your role and leave my newly acquired position open again..” Scar chuckled. “We will also need to make a position for the director of Outland.” The business was far too successful to simply shut down now the competition was over. 

“Indeed and we have a good crop of young lions to take up those roles once they have gotten the right education and some more experience.” Mohatu agreed. 

The news of Scar’s succession spread fast, most of the guests who had gathered scurried away, much to the dark lion’s relief. He didn’t want to deal with his father’s inner circle of crooks. 
Most of the lionesses were glad at the unexpected outcome, they had long wanted change and knew Mufasa would keep things as they were unlike his brother.