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The epilogue of the Brat Tamer series, commissioned by Renn. You can find more stories like this and more over on my Patreon and/or Subscribestar. Enjoy!", "writing": "Despite retiring from the industry, Ryan still enjoyed the parties. He’d long since given up on those, not the late-night ones unless some particular tail struck his fancy. Not the annual camping trip, though those had a different hook for him. \n\n\nHiking and birdwatching. Feral birdwatching specifically, he’d gotten into a lot of trouble for not specifying that. \n\n\nBut nothing beat a week in the wilderness in an open, if sparsely separated, community. Sure, the campgrounds were large and had wide meeting spaces, but much of the days were spent with people doing their own things. Trisha would be fishing with her partner. Gary would take his husband kayaking. Julia and her wife Sharon, preferred to find a quiet place under a tree to nap or read books. Since it was a group event, there was little chance of any fans coming down to expect any special treatment. Ryan wished thathe could apply everywhere as he still got fans approaching him in public to get his signature or see his pridecock.\n\n\nThe lion sighed. “Stupid name,” he mumbled to himself. His agent decided on the stage name on account of his size. When you were big enough to make stallions concerned, it stood to reason you flaunted it, but Pridecock? The big dick was more a pain than a sense of pride. Took too long to get hard, and he had to keep it from touching the water whenever he sat on the toilet. Not to mention how obvious his bulge was even when flaccid. He almost considered wearing a kilt to avoid notice.\n\n\nBut that was behind him now. It’d been one month since he hung up his jockstrap and paddle for good. After this trip deep in the wood,s he planned on starting a new job as a boring old accountant. A place where Employee Resources could actually step in if someone brought up his junk. \n\n\nDriving through the compound entrance, Ryan parked far away from the open meeting space. He preferred to set his tent somewhere away from the noise so he could find a place to relax when finished with the orgy. He’d slept close to it one year, and the noise kept him up until sunrise. \n\n\nThe lion stepped out and stretched. His pink polo shirt pressed tight against his chest while his jeans did little to hide his package. He opted for sandals first, preferring to put his boots on when he got ready to hike. The summer day was warm, cooled perfectly by the soft breeze buzzing through his golden mane. \n\n\nAfter setting up, he headed to the main hub to fill out his water bottle. He met a few familiar faces along the way, but one in particular stood out to him. A short effeminate hyena with pierced ears and a penchant for cyan or turquoise colors like his undershirt and shorts. Though the golden collar was new. \n\n\n“Rocky?” He said, smiling when the hyena’s chewed ears perked at the name. “Holy shit, it is you. Where have you been?”\n\n\nThe hyena furrowed his brow upon the sight of Ryan. “Pridecock?”\n\n\n“It’s just Ryan, Rocky. You don’t need to use my stage name. Especially after I retired.”\n\n\n“You retired?” The hyena’s eyes lit up, “Since when?”\n\n\n“Since…wait, where have you been?” Ryan hadn’t seen the hyena for a year. Come to think of it, the last time he saw him was the camp out orgy. “Did you go off-grid?”\n\n\nThe hyena shrugged, “Something like that.”\n\n\n“Well, warn a guy next time.” While Ryan didn’t know Rocky personally, his sudden departure threw a monkey wrench into a planned shoot. It wasn’t the first shoot he’d had with the hyena, and, despite his attitude, Rocky was normally professional enough to show up and do the scene. It’s what gave him top billing in enough films. Their last one was supposed to be a starring role for the lion, and the last-minute replacement didn’t exactly fit the bill. \n\n\nThe hyena giggled in a way reminiscent of a woman laughing at another man’s poor jokes. “Sorry, it was…sudden. But I had some fun.”\n\n\n“Well, so long as you’re back.”\n\n\nRocky shrugged, “This and that. To be honest, I might be retiring from the scene. My master can be pretty selfish.”\n\n\nA master? Ryan knew enough people kinky to refer to their partners by their dominant title. Some took it more seriously than others. Rocky rarely took anything that seriously, so the idea of him having a singular partner was bizarre, to say the least. \n\n\n“Uh…congrats,” he wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say. By the hyena’s cheerful shrug, he assumed so. “Is he here?”\n\n\n“He’s around,” the hyena leered across the horizon, “Him and a few friends are getting a lay of the land. Fine by me, I could use a breather. He tugged at the D-ring of his gold collar. Ryan didn’t spot any seams where it would open, nor did he in the golden bangles with…no, those were cuffs. They had to be fake gold or plated to look like gold. That or Rocky’s boyfriend was a rich bastard who preferred solid gold over expensive watches. \n\n\n“What about you?” Rocky asked with a sly grin, “Someone finally tied you down?”\n\n\nThe lion shook his head. He wasn’t looking for a partner. Having a big dick scared away most people anyway so intimacy wasn’t a fair option and those that weren’t scared by it were too into it. He had no desire to be some sex doll for a size queen. “No, just been enjoying life since retirement. Picked up hobbies like birdwatching.”\n\n\n“You don’t look old enough to be into birdwatching.”\n\n\n“You can’t age gate a hobby.”\n\n\n“Sex,” Rocky countered.\n\n\n“Sex is not a hobby,” Ryan argued, “Masturbation is a hobby, and we all know no one age gates that.”\n\n\n“Unofficially.”\n\n\n“Unofficially,” More than once, Ryan had to clarify that. Tiptoeing around such subjects was just another reason he enjoyed retirement. \n\n\n“Mind if I join you?” Rocky asked as Ryan made his way to leave, “Been kind of bored just hanging around here by my lonesome.”\n\n\n“You’re not going to use this as an excuse to get me to fuck you in the woods, are you?”\n\n\nRocky grinned, “Do I need an excuse? Tell me you’re not thinking of it.”\n\n\nHe wasn’t until the hyena brought it up. Now, well, now he remembered just how much he liked hearing the hyena choke and gag against his fat cock. Something about the brat biting off more than he could chew, metaphorically, helped turn the lion’s bulge into a tent. \n\n\n“Maybe. No sexual bird puns.”\n\n\n“I make no promises.”\n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n\n“That’s not all I can swallow.”\n\n\nRyan’s audible groan was short of a growl. He’d lost track of how many sexual innuendos Rocky had shoved into this trip. A lot of them didn’t even make sense in context. The lion only pointed out that there was a swallow overhead. \n\n\nIt’d been like this for hours now. They’d trekked through the forest and up hills for the best views. Ryan considered turning back, but Rocky was just eager enough to consider going further. And, if the lion were being honest, the hyena’s ass in hotpants certainly helped. Something about making that brat shut up with his dick made it all the better. \n\n\nRocky seemed to notice this, or maybe that was what he had always intended when they reached their next clearing. Without warning,g he stripped off his shirt, revealing a new set of matching gold nipple rings. \n\n\n“Not even gonna ask?” Ryan chuckled. Not that he wasn’t equally guilty, considering he was stripping out of his pants. His cock had been stuck at half-mast for most of their trip and the fresh air from freedom helped bring it to full. \n\n\nRocky said nothing, not with words anyway. One keen look at the lion’s junk said all that was needed. He stripped his pants off on his way over, letting his cage hang free. \n\n\nRyan never got why Rocky preferred to be locked. He wasn’t even sure if he ever saw the yeen uncaged. That didn’t matter much when Rocky slipped to his knees, using his snout as a pedestal for the lion’s rod. \n\n\n“You know, we could have done this at the compound,” Ryan said. Though he didn’t mind the exercise beforehand. Something about having a bitch service his sweaty cock made him pulse with excitement. \n\n\n“You know I hate sharing.” His warm breath cascaded over the thick cock, followed by the wet tongue. Ryan shivered with the barbell’s touch, restraining himself from just grabbing and forcing his dick down. “And I want this big guy for myself.”\n\n\n“Your boyfriend not satisfying you?”\n\n\nRocky pulled back with a cackle, “My master has his ways. But it’s not my satisfaction that matters.”\n\n\nRyan frowned. “That doesn’t sound healthy.”\n\n\n“Nothing about my enslavement is. But that’s life.”\n\n\nEnslavement? Before he could verify, Ryan felt a pin prick hitting his neck. It was too hard for a mosquito or a fly. Pulling it revealed a small dart with pink feathers jutting out of it. He rolled it between his fingers, confused to see it slow down. Then it fell from his hands, taking its sweet time to hit the ground as though it were all feathers. Colors dulled, his tongue felt fat, and his words slurred. \n\n\nWith limbs heavy like lead he hit the ground. His vision went blurry. With what little control he had he turned to see Rocky smiling, and a figure in black clothes and a ski mask approached, their long tail hidden by a cover of some sort. They sheathed a pistol and pulled out a pair of zipties. \n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n\nThe odd thing about being unconscious was how often you drifted in and out of it. Sometimes Ryan heard voices that were too muffled to make out. One was definitely Rocky’s, but others were unfamiliar. At least one guy and two women, if he had to guess. He also found himself able to see on occasion, though everything was too blurry to make out in perfect detail. Each time he did, though, Ryan got a hint of where he was. First, it was the skyline of the forest as they dragged him through the underbrush. Then the open sky from the back of a truck. It might have been his truck, come to think of it. Whenever he did, someone gave him another dosage of whatever it was that knocked him out. \n\n\nWhen he finally came too Ryan noticed his jaw aching and a slight draft over his body. After a few blinks to clear his eyes, he tried to rub them, discovering his arms bound behind him at the elbows and wrists. A confused swear revealed a thick ballgag stuffed into his maw, and when he reflexively looked down to try (and fail) to see it the lion found himself naked. Well, naked in all that mattered.\n\n\nHis shirt and undershirt were replaced with a black leather harness that hugged his chest tightly with every breath. Similar cuffs latched against his ankles with a thick metal spreader bar locked between them. A black metal band had been pushed to the base of his cock, underneath his balls, and it kept his cock halfway hard. Experience and a lack of pain told the lion he wasn’t wearing it for long. \n\n\nAs for where he was, it wasn’t very descriptive. It looked to be some kind of warehouse, though he didn’t see any windows. He guessed it was some kind of loading dock from the smell of rubber and diesel. He’d turn around to check, but a series of chains kept him suspended just enough that he couldn’t turn around despite balancing himself on the tips of his toes. \n\n\nNaturally, he tried to break out. It was fruitless, even cheap restraints did their job decently well, and these didn’t feel cheap. If anything, they were better than the kind of stuff some studios put out on set. The studios where good bondage was the focus of the shoot, not an afterthought. Still, he tried, doing little more than tiring himself out and making noise with rattling chains and gagged grunts. \n\n\nA single pair of footsteps ran up behind him. What little of his neck he could turn helped reveal a heavy-set badger woman making her rounds with him. The first thing to catch his eye was that she was naked save for a thick leather collar. Then he noticed the rope harness covering her body, especially coiling tightly around each breast. If it bothered she didn’t show it. She might have gotten off on the discomfort. \n\n\nShe also seemed strangely familiar. Not in a scene partner sort of way, but a supporting role. Maybe a coffee girl? Not that it mattered, her attire and excited grin might as well have been fireworks spelling out she wasn’t there to help. \n\n\n“Hey, buddy. How’re you feeling?” She asked without a hint of sarcasm. Ryan didn’t detect any concern either, as though she were reading a script on how to be social. In his defense, Ryan was more focused on her bound breasts than her attitude. He wasn’t sure how he missed the thick nipple rings. Somehow, he knew they’d been using as anchoring tools. \n\n\nOf course, Ryan couldn’t answer. Attempts were made, but his gagged grunts and muffled pleas were met with a playful giggle like he’d been flirting with her. \n\n\n“I’ll take that as a good sign. They were worried you’d take a bit longer and got started without you. I’ll let them know you’re up.”\n\n\nThe badger pranced away with such joy that Ryan would have done a double-take if not for his bindings. Left to stew, he wondered what exactly she was talking about. After a minute, he wondered more about where he was and why he was there in the first place. He had his share of rabid fans, but none went is far as to kidnap him before. He wasn’t waking up in a tub of ice, so it’s not like they wanted his organs. \n\n\nAnother concern was Rocky. Though if Ryan were being honest, he didn’t care that much for the hyena’s safety. It would be great if he came out alright, but if he saw his old co-star in trouble and it was too risky to save him, Ryan would book it. There was nothing wrong with being selfish when your life was on the line. Besides, when in doubt, he could just call the police later. \n\n\nSince there was no clock on the wall, nor windows to tell the passing sun, Ryan wasn’t sure if five minutes or thirty passed before the door behind him opened back up. Four people entered by the sound of it. The first was the badger he’d seen earlier, though she had been led inside by a chain leash looped through her nipple piercings. The lemur holding her leash looked familiar in a way Ryan couldn’t place until he realized all she needed was a black ski mask to look like the person who darted him. Beside her was an unassuming mouse guy with brown hair, a lithe build, and already naked with his cock, decent for his size, half-hard. Ryan’s eyes went wide when he saw not only Rocky kneeling beside the mouse at the end of a chain leash, but practically lovestruck toward him.\n\n\nSuddenly, a lot of what Rocky said made a lot more sense. \n\n\nThe mouse whistled, eyeing Ryan’s dick, “You know, seeing it in person is certainly something. It’s just as big as his, if a little thicker. What do you think, Annie?”\n\n\nThe lemur bit her lip as if craving a cigarette, “Just a bigger target,” she said, unimpressed yet not taking her eyes off of the pridecock, “Balls especially. You gonna lock him up?”\n\n\n“Remains to be seen,” the mouse said with a shrug. Turning to Ryan, the mouse grinned and patted Rocky between the ears. “I’m sure you’re wondering what’s going on. Don’t fret, we’re not here to take your organs or anything. No, we’re here because my slave thought you’d be a decent catch. I’ll admit I didn’t expect a more…masculine specimen like yourself to be picked but you’ve got some good traits.”\n\n\nRocky handed the mouse a syringe filled with a pink liquid, who in turn passed it back to the hyena. “No, why don’t you apply it, slave? You should know the best places by now.”\n\n\nGiddy with excitement, the hyena crawled over, ignoring Ryan’s protests and bound flailing. “Don’t worry, Mr. Pridecock,” Rocky whispered, “This is all part of the process.” \n\n\nThe sting of the syringe was momentary compared to the heat swelling from the spot. It surged through the lion like water, swelling inside with heat pooling throughout. His heart pounded, his cock grew harder than it's ever been. There was an itch, by god the itch. It was closer to a craving, a need to be touched. \n\n\n“Never understood why you don’t market that publicly,” The lemur said, her tone sounding dismissive in a friendly manner to the mouse, who simply laughed it off. “I mean it. You know how to reduce the effects to make it safer. Talking about a real aphrodisiac here.” \n\n\n“I’ve got enough money,” the mouse said, inspecting Ryan’s aroused state like a piece of meat. “Is this a roundabout way of asking for a raise? It is half your formula after all?” \n\n\nThe lemur scoffed and snapped her fingers. The badger by her side took to her hands and knees behind her, acting as a chair for Annie. “No, just curious. You pay me enough as is, Renn.”\n\n\nRenn flicked the engorged cock. Ryan flailed in pain and ecstasy, wanting more and none at the same time. “I’ve never understood why people like big dicks. Ok, I get why, it’s easier to notice in porn for Mr. Pornstar over here, but it must be impractical. Rocky, how difficult would it be for you to service this cock?”\n\n\n“I have in the past, Master.”\n\n\n“Not what I asked.”\n\n\nRocky snickered, “Oops, guess I’ll need to be punished.” \n\n\nRenn sighed, shaking his head before looking up to Ryan for a sense of understanding. Ryan offered none, too busy gnawing his gag to fight the throbbing pain echoing from the mouse’s flick. \n\n\nAt a snap of his fingers Renn positioned Rocky under the shadow for the cock. “Show me what you can do.”\n\n\nHis breath felt like an addictive fire. He felt every muscle of the hyena’s tongue lather the underside of his shaft. Lips suckled his head, with the warm, wet cavernous maw inching downward with half an inch back up. Free hands massaged his shaft and balls to ease him in. Ryan’s cries curdled deep in his soul, gagged mixed messages for an end, and more made incoherent to those watching. Renn smiled with smug satisfaction and raised his leg.\n\n\nWithout warning he shoved Rocky to the base of the lion’s cock. All double-digit inches bulged against the hyena’s throat as wide eyes stared up in a mix of shock and glee that could only be described as masochistic. The drug circulating through his system made Ryan wince and mewl at the sudden push. His cock erupted strands of seed. One, two, and finally a third. Renn’s foot kept a tight hold on Rocky’s head, leaving his slave to struggle as cum overflowed from his stuffed maw. \n\n\n“Quick shot,” Renn pondered aloud, “Guess you’ve been out of the game for a bit.”\n\n\n“Might have to cage him,” Annie said offhandedly, casually checking her nails and crossing her leg once over. Fran made no comment, happy to be her mistress’s seat. \n\n\nThe mouse gave a noncommittal nod. Rocky stayed locked to the shaft’s base, pulled off only when his eyes began to glaze over. Heavy breaths hacked white globs to the floor, staining his lips and fur. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Renn asked, holding his slave by the scruff of his headfur. Rocky smiled, nodding with Renn’s assistance when he failed to do anything else. \n\n\nAt his command, the hyena spread his legs, revealing a solid gold chastity cage that looked to be pulsing for freedom. With a key from around his neck, Renn leaned down to unlock it. Ryan, having never seen the yeen uncaged, looked on in shock at the massive cock growing erect then and there. It rivaled his own, but their difference in body size made it almost comical on the hyena. The mouse stepped on it, pressing hard and grinding his heel like it was an insect to be crushed. Rocky’s grunts offered no sense of pain or discomfort. No, he was thanking him for it. \n\n\n“Get him ready,” Renn commanded, forcing the hyena to kiss the sole of his foot before he crawled around Ryan. The lion shivered as he felt his cheeks spread, mewling with surprise at the warm, wet tongue bracing his backside. He wanted it. Fuck, he wanted it despite everything.\n\n\n“You should hate it, right?” Renn teased. Though his nails were dull they were like knives when he clasped the sensitive cockhead between Ryan’s legs. “In fact, that desire has been growing since you came, hasn’t it?” Ryan nodded in spite of everything, muscles tensing as Rocky’s tongue explored his inner walls. \n\n\n“It’s a byproduct of my design,” Renn said, wetting his finger along the urethral slit, “Every time you cum, you want it more. Your barriers break down, bit by bit, until you’ll be willing to do anything to get off. Of course, then I need to beat it in that you can’t get off on your own. But that’s for later. Well…it might be. You’ve yet to gain my interest.”\n\n\nSomething warm and hard pressed against his pucker. Ryan stiffened, his teeth digging into the maw as the wet and hot cock of the hyena started sinking in. He took deep breaths, pacing himself from the same. He’d been the pitcher in his shows, never the catcher, and Rocky’s size spread him almost painfully wide. \n\n\n“Enjoying him?” Renn asked Rocky, circling back to his slave halfway deep inside the lion’s ass.\n\n\n“No, not nearly enough,” Rocky said.\n\n\nFrom the corner of his eye Ryan noticed the mouse stroking his cock. “Well, I suppose I should help with that. After all, I’m the one in charge.” His ears perked helplessly at the sound of the hyena’s pitch as the mouse pushed into him. His thrusts pushed his slave forward, deeper into Ryan. He could do nothing but feel the hyena be used as an extension of the master. Worse still, he wanted it.\n\n\nThe humiliation. The pain. The bubbling pleasure built with every thrust of the flesh toy between him and the master. Ryan had found joy before, but never like this. Even as birds sang outside the warehouse, his cries were muffled pleadings for more. To go faster. Harder. His prostate quivered and his cock leaked, his desire growing until it was nothing more he could think about. \n\n\nFor hours, Renn used them. Ryan’s legs gave in when he finished. Whatever bindings help him aloft, let him crumble to his knees. Grabbing his chin, the mouse looked at the lion once over, his disappointment crueler than anything else that’d happened. \n\n\n“No, I don’t think you’ll do,” he said, ignoring the tears matting Ryan’s fur. “Annie, would you want him?”\n\n\nKicking off her living seat, the lemur walked over to evaluate the specimen. After a hard, uninterested stare, she kicked her boot between his legs like lightning. Ryan keeled over, teeth threatening to tear his gag in two at the sudden, empty pain coursing through him. But instinct and desire had his sack back out before her, waiting for the next kick. She gave three more before spitting between his eyes. \n\n\n“Yeah, I’ll take him,” she said, “Been wanting a punching bag with balls ever since I caught your bitch sneaking off.” \n\n\nFran gave her an electric razor without request. “Course, I’ll need to change a few things.” It buzzed to life.\n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n\nA small part of Rocky knew he should feel bad watching his old co-star’s mane being sheared off. That some moral upstanding nature of his should stand up and say no when the latex hood covered Ryan’s face, or when Fran locked a loop around the lion’s sack for her mistress to lead him by. But that part of him died long ago. His master killed it underneath his heel, Rocky’s favorite place to be.\n\n\n“Do you want me to find another, master?” Rocky asked. \n\n\nRenn seemed to think about it, then shook his head. “No. I doubt any will match up with you.”\n\n\n“True. There’s only one me.”\n\n\nRenn grinned, “And it’s mine.\"", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Despite retiring from the industry, Ryan still enjoyed the parties. He’d long since given up on those, not the late-night ones unless some particular tail struck his fancy. Not the annual camping trip, though those had a different hook for him.


Hiking and birdwatching. Feral birdwatching specifically, he’d gotten into a lot of trouble for not specifying that.


But nothing beat a week in the wilderness in an open, if sparsely separated, community. Sure, the campgrounds were large and had wide meeting spaces, but much of the days were spent with people doing their own things. Trisha would be fishing with her partner. Gary would take his husband kayaking. Julia and her wife Sharon, preferred to find a quiet place under a tree to nap or read books. Since it was a group event, there was little chance of any fans coming down to expect any special treatment. Ryan wished thathe  could apply everywhere as he still got fans approaching him in public to get his signature or see his pridecock.


The lion sighed. “Stupid name,” he mumbled to himself. His agent decided on the stage name on account of his size. When you were big enough to make stallions concerned, it stood to reason you flaunted it, but Pridecock? The big dick was more a pain than a sense of pride. Took too long to get hard, and he had to keep it from touching the water whenever he sat on the toilet. Not to mention how obvious his bulge was even when flaccid. He almost considered wearing a kilt to avoid notice.


But that was behind him now. It’d been one month since he hung up his jockstrap and paddle for good. After this trip deep in the wood,s he planned on starting a new job as a boring old accountant. A place where Employee Resources could actually step in if someone brought up his junk.


Driving through the compound entrance, Ryan parked far away from the open meeting space. He preferred to set his tent somewhere away from the noise so he could find a place to relax when finished with the orgy. He’d slept close to it one year, and the noise kept him up until sunrise.


The lion stepped out and stretched. His pink polo shirt pressed tight against his chest while his jeans did little to hide his package. He opted for sandals first, preferring to put his boots on when he got ready to hike. The summer day was warm, cooled perfectly by the soft breeze buzzing through his golden mane.


After setting up, he headed to the main hub to fill out his water bottle. He met a few familiar faces along the way, but one in particular stood out to him. A short effeminate hyena with pierced ears and a penchant for cyan or turquoise colors like his undershirt and shorts. Though the golden collar was new.


“Rocky?” He said, smiling when the hyena’s chewed ears perked at the name. “Holy shit, it is you. Where have you been?”


The hyena furrowed his brow upon the sight of Ryan. “Pridecock?”


“It’s just Ryan, Rocky. You don’t need to use my stage name. Especially after I retired.”


“You retired?” The hyena’s eyes lit up, “Since when?”


“Since…wait, where have you been?” Ryan hadn’t seen the hyena for a year. Come to think of it, the last time he saw him was the camp out orgy. “Did you go off-grid?”


The hyena shrugged, “Something like that.”


“Well, warn a guy next time.” While Ryan didn’t know Rocky personally, his sudden departure threw a monkey wrench into a planned shoot. It wasn’t the first shoot he’d had with the hyena, and, despite his attitude, Rocky was normally professional enough to show up and do the scene. It’s what gave him top billing in enough films. Their last one was supposed to be a starring role for the lion, and the last-minute replacement didn’t exactly fit the bill.


The hyena giggled in a way reminiscent of a woman laughing at another man’s poor jokes. “Sorry, it was…sudden. But I had some fun.”


“Well, so long as you’re back.”


Rocky shrugged, “This and that. To be honest, I might be retiring from the scene. My master can be pretty selfish.”


A master? Ryan knew enough people kinky to refer to their partners by their dominant title. Some took it more seriously than others. Rocky rarely took anything that seriously, so the idea of him having a singular partner was bizarre, to say the least.


“Uh…congrats,” he wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to say. By the hyena’s cheerful shrug, he assumed so. “Is he here?”


“He’s around,” the hyena leered across the horizon, “Him and a few friends are getting a lay of the land. Fine by me, I could use a breather. He tugged at the D-ring of his gold collar. Ryan didn’t spot any seams where it would open, nor did he in the golden bangles with…no, those were cuffs. They had to be fake gold or plated to look like gold. That or Rocky’s boyfriend was a rich bastard who preferred solid gold over expensive watches.


“What about you?” Rocky asked with a sly grin, “Someone finally tied you down?”


The lion shook his head. He wasn’t looking for a partner. Having a big dick scared away most people anyway so intimacy wasn’t a fair option and those that weren’t scared by it were too into it. He had no desire to be some sex doll for a size queen. “No, just been enjoying life since retirement. Picked up hobbies like birdwatching.”


“You don’t look old enough to be into birdwatching.”


“You can’t age gate a hobby.”


“Sex,” Rocky countered.


“Sex is not a hobby,” Ryan argued, “Masturbation is a hobby, and we all know no one age gates that.”


“Unofficially.”


“Unofficially,” More than once, Ryan had to clarify that. Tiptoeing around such subjects was just another reason he enjoyed retirement.


“Mind if I join you?” Rocky asked as Ryan made his way to leave, “Been kind of bored just hanging around here by my lonesome.”


“You’re not going to use this as an excuse to get me to fuck you in the woods, are you?”


Rocky grinned, “Do I need an excuse? Tell me you’re not thinking of it.”


He wasn’t until the hyena brought it up. Now, well, now he remembered just how much he liked hearing the hyena choke and gag against his fat cock. Something about the brat biting off more than he could chew, metaphorically, helped turn the lion’s bulge into a tent.


“Maybe. No sexual bird puns.”


“I make no promises.”




***




“That’s not all I can swallow.”


Ryan’s audible groan was short of a growl. He’d lost track of how many sexual innuendos Rocky had shoved into this trip. A lot of them didn’t even make sense in context. The lion only pointed out that there was a swallow overhead.


It’d been like this for hours now. They’d trekked through the forest and up hills for the best views. Ryan considered turning back, but Rocky was just eager enough to consider going further. And, if the lion were being honest, the hyena’s ass in hotpants certainly helped. Something about making that brat shut up with his dick made it all the better.


Rocky seemed to notice this, or maybe that was what he had always intended when they reached their next clearing. Without warning,g he stripped off his shirt, revealing a new set of matching gold nipple rings.


“Not even gonna ask?” Ryan chuckled. Not that he wasn’t equally guilty, considering he was stripping out of his pants. His cock had been stuck at half-mast for most of their trip and the fresh air from freedom helped bring it to full.


Rocky said nothing, not with words anyway. One keen look at the lion’s junk said all that was needed. He stripped his pants off on his way over, letting his cage hang free.


Ryan never got why Rocky preferred to be locked. He wasn’t even sure if he ever saw the yeen uncaged. That didn’t matter much when Rocky slipped to his knees, using his snout as a pedestal for the lion’s rod.


“You know, we could have done this at the compound,” Ryan said. Though he didn’t mind the exercise beforehand. Something about having a bitch service his sweaty cock made him pulse with excitement.


“You know I hate sharing.” His warm breath cascaded over the thick cock, followed by the wet tongue. Ryan shivered with the barbell’s touch, restraining himself from just grabbing and forcing his dick down. “And I want this big guy for myself.”


“Your boyfriend not satisfying you?”


Rocky pulled back with a cackle, “My master has his ways. But it’s not my satisfaction that matters.”


Ryan frowned. “That doesn’t sound healthy.”


“Nothing about my enslavement is. But that’s life.”


Enslavement? Before he could verify, Ryan felt a pin prick hitting his neck. It was too hard for a mosquito or a fly. Pulling it revealed a small dart with pink feathers jutting out of it. He rolled it between his fingers, confused to see it slow down. Then it fell from his hands, taking its sweet time to hit the ground as though it were all feathers. Colors dulled, his tongue felt fat, and his words slurred.


With limbs heavy like lead he hit the ground. His vision went blurry. With what little control he had he turned to see Rocky smiling, and a figure in black clothes and a ski mask approached, their long tail hidden by a cover of some sort. They sheathed a pistol and pulled out a pair of zipties.




***




The odd thing about being unconscious was how often you drifted in and out of it. Sometimes Ryan heard voices that were too muffled to make out. One was definitely Rocky’s, but others were unfamiliar. At least one guy and two women, if he had to guess. He also found himself able to see on occasion, though everything was too blurry to make out in perfect detail. Each time he did, though, Ryan got a hint of where he was. First, it was the skyline of the forest as they dragged him through the underbrush. Then the open sky from the back of a truck. It might have been his truck, come to think of it. Whenever he did, someone gave him another dosage of whatever it was that knocked him out.


When he finally came too Ryan noticed his jaw aching and a slight draft over his body. After a few blinks to clear his eyes, he tried to rub them, discovering his arms bound behind him at the elbows and wrists. A confused swear revealed a thick ballgag stuffed into his maw, and when he reflexively looked down to try (and fail) to see it the lion found himself naked. Well, naked in all that mattered.


His shirt and undershirt were replaced with a black leather harness that hugged his chest tightly with every breath. Similar cuffs latched against his ankles with a thick metal spreader bar locked between them. A black metal band had been pushed to the base of his cock, underneath his balls, and it kept his cock halfway hard. Experience and a lack of pain told the lion he wasn’t wearing it for long.


As for where he was, it wasn’t very descriptive. It looked to be some kind of warehouse, though he didn’t see any windows. He guessed it was some kind of loading dock from the smell of rubber and diesel. He’d turn around to check, but a series of chains kept him suspended just enough that he couldn’t turn around despite balancing himself on the tips of his toes.


Naturally, he tried to break out. It was fruitless, even cheap restraints did their job decently well, and these didn’t feel cheap. If anything, they were better than the kind of stuff some studios put out on set. The studios where good bondage was the focus of the shoot, not an afterthought. Still, he tried, doing little more than tiring himself out and making noise with rattling chains and gagged grunts.


A single pair of footsteps ran up behind him. What little of his neck he could turn helped reveal a heavy-set badger woman making her rounds with him. The first thing to catch his eye was that she was naked save for a thick leather collar. Then he noticed the rope harness covering her body, especially coiling tightly around each breast. If it bothered she didn’t show it. She might have gotten off on the discomfort.


She also seemed strangely familiar. Not in a scene partner sort of way, but a supporting role. Maybe a coffee girl? Not that it mattered, her attire and excited grin might as well have been fireworks spelling out she wasn’t there to help.  


“Hey, buddy. How’re you feeling?” She asked without a hint of sarcasm. Ryan didn’t detect any concern either, as though she were reading a script on how to be social. In his defense, Ryan was more focused on her bound breasts than her attitude. He wasn’t sure how he missed the thick nipple rings. Somehow, he knew they’d been using as anchoring tools.


Of course, Ryan couldn’t answer. Attempts were made, but his gagged grunts and muffled pleas were met with a playful giggle like he’d been flirting with her.


“I’ll take that as a good sign. They were worried you’d take a bit longer and got started without you. I’ll let them know you’re up.”


The badger pranced away with such joy that Ryan would have done a double-take if not for his bindings. Left to stew, he wondered what exactly she was talking about. After a minute, he wondered more about where he was and why he was there in the first place. He had his share of rabid fans, but none went is far as to kidnap him before. He wasn’t waking up in a tub of ice, so it’s not like they wanted his organs.


Another concern was Rocky. Though if Ryan were being honest, he didn’t care that much for the hyena’s safety. It would be great if he came out alright, but if he saw his old co-star in trouble and it was too risky to save him, Ryan would book it. There was nothing wrong with being selfish when your life was on the line. Besides, when in doubt, he could just call the police later.


Since there was no clock on the wall, nor windows to tell the passing sun, Ryan wasn’t sure if five minutes or thirty passed before the door behind him opened back up. Four people entered by the sound of it. The first was the badger he’d seen earlier, though she had been led inside by a chain leash looped through her nipple piercings. The lemur holding her leash looked familiar in a way Ryan couldn’t place until he realized all she needed was a black ski mask to look like the person who darted him. Beside her was an unassuming mouse guy with brown hair, a lithe build, and already naked with his cock, decent for his size, half-hard. Ryan’s eyes went wide when he saw not only Rocky kneeling beside the mouse at the end of a chain leash, but practically lovestruck toward him.


Suddenly, a lot of what Rocky said made a lot more sense.


The mouse whistled, eyeing Ryan’s dick, “You know, seeing it in person is certainly something. It’s just as big as his, if a little thicker. What do you think, Annie?”


The lemur bit her lip as if craving a cigarette, “Just a bigger target,” she said, unimpressed yet not taking her eyes off of the pridecock, “Balls especially. You gonna lock him up?”


“Remains to be seen,” the mouse said with a shrug. Turning to Ryan, the mouse grinned and patted Rocky between the ears. “I’m sure you’re wondering what’s going on. Don’t fret, we’re not here to take your organs or anything. No, we’re here because my slave thought you’d be a decent catch. I’ll admit I didn’t expect a more…masculine specimen like yourself to be picked but you’ve got some good traits.”


Rocky handed the mouse a syringe filled with a pink liquid, who in turn passed it back to the hyena. “No, why don’t you apply it, slave? You should know the best places by now.”


Giddy with excitement, the hyena crawled over, ignoring Ryan’s protests and bound flailing. “Don’t worry, Mr. Pridecock,” Rocky whispered, “This is all part of the process.”


The sting of the syringe was momentary compared to the heat swelling from the spot. It surged through the lion like water, swelling inside with heat pooling throughout. His heart pounded, his cock grew harder than it's ever been. There was an itch, by god the itch. It was closer to a craving, a need to be touched.


“Never understood why you don’t market that publicly,” The lemur said, her tone sounding dismissive in a friendly manner to the mouse, who simply laughed it off. “I mean it. You know how to reduce the effects to make it safer. Talking about a real aphrodisiac here.”


“I’ve got enough money,” the mouse said, inspecting Ryan’s aroused state like a piece of meat. “Is this a roundabout way of asking for a raise? It is half your formula after all?”


The lemur scoffed and snapped her fingers. The badger by her side took to her hands and knees behind her, acting as a chair for Annie. “No, just curious. You pay me enough as is, Renn.”


Renn flicked the engorged cock. Ryan flailed in pain and ecstasy, wanting more and none at the same time. “I’ve never understood why people like big dicks. Ok, I get why, it’s easier to notice in porn for Mr. Pornstar over here, but it must be impractical. Rocky, how difficult would it be for you to service this cock?”


“I have in the past, Master.”


“Not what I asked.”


Rocky snickered, “Oops, guess I’ll need to be punished.”


Renn sighed, shaking his head before looking up to Ryan for a sense of understanding. Ryan offered none, too busy gnawing his gag to fight the throbbing pain echoing from the mouse’s flick.


At a snap of his fingers Renn positioned Rocky under the shadow for the cock. “Show me what you can do.”


His breath felt like an addictive fire. He felt every muscle of the hyena’s tongue lather the underside of his shaft. Lips suckled his head, with the warm, wet cavernous maw inching downward with half an inch back up. Free hands massaged his shaft and balls to ease him in. Ryan’s cries curdled deep in his soul, gagged mixed messages for an end, and more made incoherent to those watching. Renn smiled with smug satisfaction and raised his leg.


Without warning he shoved Rocky to the base of the lion’s cock. All double-digit inches bulged against the hyena’s throat as wide eyes stared up in a mix of shock and glee that could only be described as masochistic. The drug circulating through his system made Ryan wince and mewl at the sudden push. His cock erupted strands of seed. One, two, and finally a third. Renn’s foot kept a tight hold on Rocky’s head, leaving his slave to struggle as cum overflowed from his stuffed maw.


“Quick shot,” Renn pondered aloud, “Guess you’ve been out of the game for a bit.”


“Might have to cage him,” Annie said offhandedly, casually checking her nails and crossing her leg once over. Fran made no comment, happy to be her mistress’s seat.


The mouse gave a noncommittal nod. Rocky stayed locked to the shaft’s base, pulled off only when his eyes began to glaze over. Heavy breaths hacked white globs to the floor, staining his lips and fur. “Did you enjoy yourself?” Renn asked, holding his slave by the scruff of his headfur. Rocky smiled, nodding with Renn’s assistance when he failed to do anything else.


At his command, the hyena spread his legs, revealing a solid gold chastity cage that looked to be pulsing for freedom. With a key from around his neck, Renn leaned down to unlock it. Ryan, having never seen the yeen uncaged, looked on in shock at the massive cock growing erect then and there. It rivaled his own, but their difference in body size made it almost comical on the hyena. The mouse stepped on it, pressing hard and grinding his heel like it was an insect to be crushed. Rocky’s grunts offered no sense of pain or discomfort. No, he was thanking him for it.


“Get him ready,” Renn commanded, forcing the hyena to kiss the sole of his foot before he crawled around Ryan. The lion shivered as he felt his cheeks spread, mewling with surprise at the warm, wet tongue bracing his backside. He wanted it. Fuck, he wanted it despite everything.


“You should hate it, right?” Renn teased. Though his nails were dull they were like knives when he clasped the sensitive cockhead between Ryan’s legs. “In fact, that desire has been growing since you came, hasn’t it?” Ryan nodded in spite of everything, muscles tensing as Rocky’s tongue explored his inner walls.


“It’s a byproduct of my design,” Renn said, wetting his finger along the urethral slit, “Every time you cum, you want it more. Your barriers break down, bit by bit, until you’ll be willing to do anything to get off. Of course, then I need to beat it in that you can’t get off on your own. But that’s for later. Well…it might be. You’ve yet to gain my interest.”


Something warm and hard pressed against his pucker. Ryan stiffened, his teeth digging into the maw as the wet and hot cock of the hyena started sinking in. He took deep breaths, pacing himself from the same. He’d been the pitcher in his shows, never the catcher, and Rocky’s size spread him almost painfully wide.


“Enjoying him?” Renn asked Rocky, circling back to his slave halfway deep inside the lion’s ass.


“No, not nearly enough,” Rocky said.


From the corner of his eye Ryan noticed the mouse stroking his cock. “Well, I suppose I should help with that. After all, I’m the one in charge.” His ears perked helplessly at the sound of the hyena’s pitch as the mouse pushed into him. His thrusts pushed his slave forward, deeper into Ryan. He could do nothing but feel the hyena be used as an extension of the master. Worse still, he wanted it.


The humiliation. The pain. The bubbling pleasure built with every thrust of the flesh toy between him and the master. Ryan had found joy before, but never like this. Even as birds sang outside the warehouse, his cries were muffled pleadings for more. To go faster. Harder. His prostate quivered and his cock leaked, his desire growing until it was nothing more he could think about.


For hours, Renn used them. Ryan’s legs gave in when he finished. Whatever bindings help him aloft, let him crumble to his knees. Grabbing his chin, the mouse looked at the lion once over, his disappointment crueler than anything else that’d happened.


“No, I don’t think you’ll do,” he said, ignoring the tears matting Ryan’s fur. “Annie, would you want him?”


Kicking off her living seat, the lemur walked over to evaluate the specimen. After a hard, uninterested stare, she kicked her boot between his legs like lightning. Ryan keeled over, teeth threatening to tear his gag in two at the sudden, empty pain coursing through him. But instinct and desire had his sack back out before her, waiting for the next kick. She gave three more before spitting between his eyes.


“Yeah, I’ll take him,” she said, “Been wanting a punching bag with balls ever since I caught your bitch sneaking off.”


Fran gave her an electric razor without request. “Course, I’ll need to change a few things.” It buzzed to life.




***




A small part of Rocky knew he should feel bad watching his old co-star’s mane being sheared off. That some moral upstanding nature of his should stand up and say no when the latex hood covered Ryan’s face, or when Fran locked a loop around the lion’s sack for her mistress to lead him by. But that part of him died long ago. His master killed it underneath his heel, Rocky’s favorite place to be.


“Do you want me to find another, master?” Rocky asked.


Renn seemed to think about it, then shook his head. “No. I doubt any will match up with you.”


“True. There’s only one me.”


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