Be A Man
by
Varien Quill

It’s a common misconception that all wealthy people not only know each other but also are often taking part in various decadent events that ‘normal’ people can only dream about. That faulty information often taken from raunchy movies and spicy popular books only add to this delusion about the so-called ‘one percent’.
Although Raven’s mansion was an exception to that rule.
Behind the closed door of the pinnacle of vintage architecture, only a few vital rules were in place. One of them was complete discretion of what is happening during such an event. The other and final rule was that all of the mistress’ belonging are prohibited from others' touch, unless with vocal permission.
That’s why in the gardens of the mansion ‌the party while looking extravagant, didn’t look too much different from any gathering of the upper class, filled with top-notch clothing made with expensive materials, while owners drank alcohol where a single bottle was worth more than an average salary. They mostly lazed nearby marble statues or sat on a bench in a ridiculously spacious hedge maze. But the party-goers outside of the mansion were sparse, mostly people who wanted to rest a bit from what was happening inside the building.
If anyone walked through the doors and passed the well-paid guards, wouldn’t probably believe their eyes, seeing what was truly going on in secret. And the word ‘decadency’, would be a massive understatement here.
Most of the guests were primarily human, apart from a few animalistic features like tails and ears, making them partly canine or feline, just like the rest of the world. Although there also were several exotic arrivals from across the sea who didn’t share genetics with ape descendants. It included anthropomorphic wolves, one lion, even a cow, and a humanoid-shaped dragon, who came here with a kobold servant. The last two while sharing similar features could be distinguished by wings and height difference.
Their clothing alone was vastly different from people currently chilling in the gardens. Or rather, a lack of it. Some of them were completely bare, showing off their perfectly shaped breasts and plump ass cheeks, often giggling under the strong influence of the overpriced wine. 
While the main hall lacked any kind of furniture, other rooms were providing patrons with proper seating, although often used for vastly distinct purposes, usually needing at least two people for such activity.
Indeed, it wasn’t a secret for the club members that sexual pursuits weren’t only permitted, but highly encouraged. But most of those people were usually just admiring each other bodies, conversing on many topics that couldn’t be discussed on public forums, or just enjoying the costly cuisine provided by the best chefs in the country, while some of them even brought from France and Italy.
The main hall had not only gigantic, gold and silver-coated staircases but also two gargantuan fountains, each one providing something different, depending on the person’s desire. One was overflowing with gallons of the second most expensive champagne, since filling it with the most expensive one would be a bit too eccentric. But from the second one, rivers of the best Belgian chocolate descend in floors.
Not only the patrons were in rather degenerate attires. Waiters wore only tight underwear around their groins and with females, simple pearl clamps around their nipples. Thick, leather chokers were placed around the neck of both genders, currently serving people with nourishment and beverages. Although one of them stood up the most from the crowd.
“Stop slouching! Chin up! Stop making me look like an awful host and be an example for the other waiters. Didn’t you learn anything during courses?”
The voice belonged to none other but the owner of the mansion, Lady Raven herself. Although royal blood didn’t flow through their veins, her family bought its way to being in their current position, dealing with kings, presidents, and dictators. The human with wolf features of pure breed adorned her head and back, but her ears and tail weren’t the only animalistic parts of her perfectly built body.
Aside from the panties made out of finest silk, she chose to not wear anything else, although breading her ruby-colored hair to partially cover her humongous, heavy, and deliciously plump breasts. She frowns at one of the servers, a humanoid feline. The waiter perked up his cat ears, before turning back to look at the furious mistress.
“S-sorry, Lady Raven. It won’t happen again. I’ll try my best.” The cat boy blushed deeply, not wanting to disappoint his employer. The platter shook lightly on tip of his fingers, while the empty glasses chimed out of fear of not being dropped by the clumsy and anxious waiter.
“That’s not good enough. You know you already had your last warning, remember? If you’ll be not careful I’ll…”
“I know. F-fire me…” he lowered his gaze in shame, not wanting to lose this job and mistress’ care, even if harsh at times. Lady only scoffed at that.
“No. I don’t fire people, Olivier”
Without elaborating any further, she turned away to meet other patrons of her vastly important party, immediately forgetting about this unpleasant encounter. On the other hand, Olivier still feared his position, treating this place like the best home he ever had before.
The cat-boy walked around the hall, taking patron’s empty glasses and exchanging them with already filled ones, making sure to keep them intoxicated for time being. He eventually noticed a completely bare, bovine lady standing alone at the enormous window, enjoying her own company in silence. Judging by the amount of already empty chalices, she probably had one drink too many. But someone had to clean after her.
He carefully took the vessels one by one on top of his already wobbly platter, hearing a strange humming from the woman, whose head moved from one side to the other as she listened to non-existent music. After all, the only sounds people could hear were chewing, slurping, or loud moans.
Before he turned back wanting to leave, he felt a strong grip around his arm, when a powerful smell of the ridiculously expensive brew attacked his nostrils. He looked at the broadly smiling cow, not understanding her intentions.
“Hello, pretty boy. Come here often? My, you’re so handsome. Just the one I was looking for…” she murmured, approaching him closer and closer, wrapping the other free hand around his petite waist. Olivier tried to escape from her clutches, but for naught.
“What is it? Don’t you want it, pretty boy? I know who you are, always mingling with Lady Raven. But you should calm down a bit and taste someone else for a change. What would you say to that, hm?”
“M’am, it’s highly inappropriate…” said a mostly naked waiter in a hall filled with decadent patrons, who were often participating in purely sexual activities. “Maybe I could find someone better for you…”
But the more he struggled, the more the platter was dangerously close to slipping away out of his fingers. Once she eventually grope both his ass cheeks and a sizeable bulge outlined on his underwear, he finally gave up.
CRASH!
The tall imported glasses shattered on the floor into many tiny pieces. Other patrons turned their heads, often pausing their current coitus or raising heads from the performed fellatio since the jarring sounds couldn’t be left unnoticed. While still feeling the woman’s hands on his intimate body parts, cat-boy finally escaped from the clutches. But it wasn’t the worse situation.
“Olivier!”
Raven stepped quickly in his direction, apparently aware of anything. Her swaying locks exposed her magnificent, plump breasts after each step, but the woman alone didn’t care anymore about acting as a semi-prudent host. Two flames ablaze within her eyes.
“What do you think you’re doing? Did she touch you, boy? Tell me the truth!”
Olivier was now in quite a conundrum, having no idea how to act. On one hand, he had to be truthful to his mistress but also didn’t want any trouble for the completely drunk bovine. And he had to care about guests, that was his job.
“N-no… I tripped over and I just… dropped the platter… I’m so sorry, Lady Raven.” He said, but seeing her dropped jaw in disbelief, immediately regretted his words. He just felt something rising in her body, all the bottled-up rage, and disappointment.
“Come with me. NOW!”
She snatched one of his ears, dragging him over to the center of the hall, between two outrageous fountains. Wolf woman brought a high chair from another room, placing it next to the waiter. 
“Sit down. And you, gather the guests around. It will be a demonstration for all of us.” She turned her gaze to another servant, before disappearing. The other feline-boy waiter shook his head towards Olivier, before discreetly telling other patrons to gather in the main hall for Lady Raven’s Speech.
The other guests slowly filled the main hail right under the gargantuan, golden chandelier, mostly confused about this whole affair. Some of them had to abandon their coitus abruptly, only for Lady’s speech. Although absolutely no one wanted to upset their beloved host.
She eventually returned with a rope and electric clipper, the same one which was often used for grooming feral pets. While normally she would ask for help to do any labor work, she carefully wrapped the line around Olivier, tight enough so he couldn’t even struggle. Raven used her rope with such experience, showing off her skills. It was obvious she didn’t do it the first time. The others watched in silence, except with few chuckles or gasps. Some were using this opportunity to drink more of the cold champagne.
“My deepest apologies, friends. But recently something terrible happened, which I can’t leave alone. I have the highest expectations towards my staff and I need them to teach a lesson. It isn’t a threat towards any of you, but still, I want to make my message clear.”
She looked deep into the feline’s eyes, with clippers in her hands. Raven holds onto one of his ears, frowning deeply in an icy rage. It wasn’t often to see Lady in a such state. And nobody wanted to see her that way ever again.
“Do you know why I’m about to punish you, boy?” Wolf woman asked, showing off a whole set of long, canine teeth.
“B-because I shattered all the glasses?” He asked, fearing it was something far more important to her.
“No. I’m punishing you not because you dropped the platter. I’m not punishing you because I caught you mingling with other, naked guests. I’m punishing you because you lied to me. Don’t you ever do that again? But since I want you to remember this rule, I’m forced to do this. You’re putting this tool right into my hand. The only thing I do is…”
BUZZ…
“...turn it on.”
The patrons looked at each other, mostly with puzzled expressions, while the rest just found this entire event quite hilarious. Or perhaps it was all part of the show? Some thought. But regardless of the truth, none of the patrons walked away, somewhat forced to watch this punishment unfold.
The clipper vibrated in the palm of her hand violently, like it tried to escape out of its clutches to attack the nearest victim. While tiny, it still had a lot of energy and capability to shear away everything in its way. Lady Raven loved this particular gadget, knowing all of its great uses. She approached closer, while razors crept towards the quite long hair on top of Olivier’s head.
The feline boy gulped audibly, while a thick drop of sweat traveled down his forehead, before sliding down the small nose and hanging just from the tip, before finally landing on his naked belly. His shallow and quick breath only proved, how much he started panicking.
“You made me do this. You’re breaking my heart, my love. But you can only blame yourself for that…” she whispered into his ear, while the clipper buzzed resoundingly into the other, making the listening body part vibrate as well. Olivier closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.
Lady’s expression suddenly changed, from cold rage into sorrow. But once she gathered all of these guests around, she couldn’t back off from this punishment and simply forgive him. He needed to be scarred, even if it was temporary. Although the humiliation will be remembered by him for months, if not years to come.
She swung her arm, cutting into the fluffy hair on the back of his head, forcing him to open his eyes in fear. A few single, brown shears flew past his bare back, before landing on the imported, Indian carpet. Raven smirked, just checking the power of this tool, apparently satisfied with it.
While not necessarily painful, the feeling alone of the sharp razors almost cutting into his scalp was horrifying enough, but the feline did not scream. It wasn’t torture or even spanking, but somewhat he would prefer to feel the mistress’ firm hand on his petite ass cheeks than be forced to endure this whole ordeal.
Grasping the chair’s arms, he scratched the expensive wood with his long nails, visibly panicking in front of all these mostly naked people. The shearing alone couldn’t be that bad if it wasn’t for all of these circumstances. Then he finally realized it wasn’t the honed edges of the clipper that caused so much pain.
It was a shame.
Shame that he disappointed his mistress and each time she moved the tool across his fluffy-topped head, he lost a part of his dignity. The single locks, cut and forced to slowly drop onto his bare chest were like tears, that didn’t flow out of his dry eyes.
But he wanted to cry.
“You’re a big boy now. Take it like a man and perhaps I will forget about your grave mistake. Someday.”
Her words gave the tiniest bit of encouragement. While he felt her tough love by using that devilishly sharp tool, he tried with all his might to not think too deeply about the humiliation and ignore all these laughs and whispers.
Until he looked down.
A pile of his hair, like feathers of a brutally shot bird, clumped on top of his abdomen, after each blaring sound of the clipper, sliding through his scalp like someone gliding on sharp-edged skates into the ice, leaving mark after mark. But while the mistress didn’t cut that deep, just making his hair short like on a soldier, he felt it differently.
“Almost there. It’s for your good, trust me.”
He trusted her with his whole heart. Then he realized that Raven didn’t even slightly touch any of his ears and the fluffiest hair that grew on them. Humming to herself, the wolf woman kept moving the clipper from one side to the other gracefully, like she was handling a silken ribbon to tease his skin, instead of a metal, vibrating tool.
It zoomed past his forehead, before turning back and sliding through the same route, like it tried to fix its potential mistakes, cutting any rebelling curls. Raven didn’t take any prisoners, getting rid of every single one.
The roaring of the blade finally stopped after a single click of the button. The mistress walked around the chair, observing his head from every angle, like a master sculptor after a final touch in their work. Raven smirked, consenting enough to the final result.
“Now, that’s more like it. I hope that you’ve learned your lesson…” she said, before removing the rope, letting him rub his wrists, leaving a few red marks on them. “Perhaps I tied you up a bit too hard. But unlike the punishment, you’ll forget about them in no time.”
The mostly silent crowd wasn’t sure what to do next, since the show was finally over. The male bovine looked around, before starting to clap with his large, strong hands. Other people joined this eery cheer, right after witnessing a deep humiliation. The same one they didn’t want to experience themselves.
“Now now, that’s enough. But thank you so much for all your love. You can return to your leisure, although I have something for all of the guests since I took your precious time. I know I don’t usually do this, but for this night alone, I’ll allow touching my belongings. This one here, in particular. But first…”
She struggled to remove her panties, now moistened with her canine juices. The throbbing cock begged to be part of the fun, silently watching the whole ordeal. And once free of the tight material, it bobbed proudly, with an already formed, bloated knot at the base. The twelve-inch-long monstrosity was now at its full potential, making one of the guests whistled in approval.
Unsure if it was still part of the punishment or just a treat to cheer him up, Olivier felt such relief that the shearing event was finally over, wanting his mistress’ raging member inside him. Even the largest and thickest cock will not cause even half of the pain like those monstrous razors. Although he wanted Lady Raven alone, not be a toy for all those strangers.
“Well? I’m waiting. Or perhaps the message didn’t go through?” She raised her arm with the trimmer still in her hand. Seeing this torture device, Olivier immediately got onto his knees, embracing her figure in a loving hug, sinking his nose into her soft, warm abdomen.
“That’s more like it. I’m proud of you…” she said, throwing away the trimmer, not caring anymore about that tool. It was just a thing, nothing more. Not like Olivier here who wanted to keep it forever, maybe sometimes trimming out the edges, sometimes literally. She rubbed his now deeply cut hair teasingly, before tickling the tips of his untouched, feline ears lovingly.
Olivier kissed the head of her canine dick, swirling his rough tongue around it, eventually taking half of the shaft deep into his mouth, causing mistress to moan loudly. He heard a lot of footsteps, mostly going away the mistress and pet, but some of the guests stayed and watched. Apparently with other intentions.
Raven nodded to the patrons, inviting them for the fun, not even asking about the cat-boy’s consent. He was her pet and had to endure whatever she was throwing at him. In this instance, an almost seven feet tall horse, with crooked horns on top of his head and thick black fur covering his whole body. The gigantic, musky-scented ballsack swung heavily between the broad thighs, right below the massive sheath with the already poking out the tip of the black cock.
The equine forcibly raised the cat’s rump, intending to slide into him dry. Olivier turned his head, with words stocks in his throat. He couldn’t cry for help after all, but he couldn’t stop panicking.
“What are you doing? Don’t stop sucking me off.” Mistress lowered her brows, pushing his head onto her cock back again, making him swallow a lot more of her throbbing shaft than before.
Horse spat onto his hand and coated his cock with saliva, knowing well it was a poor substitute for lube, before prodding the flat tip at the tight entrance. Olivier grunted but was careful not to grit his teeth along Raven’s shaft, or it will not be the last punishment this very night.
With a single, proper thrust, the horse male pushed a quarter of his gigantic, dark shaft inside his tight tunnel, spreading painfully the inner walls. The horse tried to push harder, noticing he was in a rather awkward position. With a smirk on his face and with a strong grip on his arms, suddenly raised the feline’s lower half by the legs, forcing them wide apart.
The equine wasn’t alone when the other guests wanted to join the fun, even if both of the orifices were already used. The naked voice girl from before stood next to the hovering servant, holding one of the legs. She lowered her head, smirking mischievously and whispering into his ear.
“I knew we will meet again…” she sobered up, the lust taking place of the intoxication. Strong enough, cow woman helped out the equine by spreading the limbs apart. Feline’s petite body was now a much easier target for the abuse.
Not focused on the guests, Lady Raven kept pushing her hips, forcing the canine, sizeable and hefty cock deeper and deeper inside him, deepthroating in the process. Having much experience in this, Olivier took it like a man without gagging, still swirling tongue against protruded veins, enjoying each throb of the fleshy pole.
Still keeping him in a tight clutch, bovine squatted before the cat-boy, making her gigantic milkers sag heavily, although no one in this room wasn’t interested in such humongous breasts. The cow chuckled, pulling aside Olivier’s panties and taking the already hard cock out of hiding, stroking it roughly.
“Hm… maybe not the largest in my life, but I always wanted to play with a cat. It’s quite hard as well…” bovine giggled again, moving the hand up and down with a firm grip, pulling the skin without care. Olivier let out a muffled groan, with mouth and throat full of the canine shaft.
But the brutal handjob was Olivier’s smallest concern. The gigantic horse pushed himself harder, flexing his muscles and holding onto the feline’s legs. The hovering servant felt the thickest organ sliding deeper into his colon, already outlined just under his skin, bulging out visibly.
The wet sounds of the ballsacks filled the room, while Olivier felt two pairs of massive orbs slapping against his throat and abdomen. He couldn’t think anymore, overwhelmed with a plethora of many different feelings at the same time. Abused for all of his recent sins, he had no choice but to take it like a real man.
“Your mistress is close, so brace for it…” Lady Raven finally said, locking the feline’s head in place, enjoying the buzz cut on his head and the texture alone. She moved her hips quicker, making her balls slap him more frequently.
The lustful bovine had the best time of her life, roughly milking the cat, using his cock like a cow’s teat. While she didn’t get any of his creams, the woman still tried her best to get what her heart desired.
The horse grunted, locking himself completely inside Olivier’s brutally ravaged asshole, locking himself into the deepest parts, pouring his hot seed after each throb of the flared tip, painfully stretching the already hurt inner walls. 
“Hold him down.” Lady Raven commanded, not wanting to finish in the cat’s throat, having other plans in mind. The horse pulled out his massive, softened shaft, leaking a copious amount of semen onto the floor. Now wanting to be on the list, he quickly complied.
Still hovering in place and being held up by both equine and the cow, Lady Raven approached his already ravaged behind. Not turning her nose away from the thought of getting ‘sloppy seconds’, she lined his cock before the gaping asshole. Enjoying the view of Olivier having his legs aside, she finally pushed her rock-hard shaft into him.
Not having anything in his mouth or throat, the feline groaned out loud, having his inner walls pushed apart once more, feeling the canine cock traveling down the colon. But it wasn’t the only feeling.
The bloated up, thick knotted got past the entrance with a loud pop, locking the whole sizeable shaft in place. Even with this thickest part inside, she kept sliding her meaty pole, not caring about his comfort. Feeling no shame at all, Lady Raven let out the loudest moan at this whole decadent party, having one of the best climaxes of her life, knotted deeply inside the ass of her servant.
Olivier whined, not able to stop himself from cumming, before finally ejaculating right onto the carpet, coating it with his salty cream. 
Locked in place for a long while, she eventually pulled out when the knot was soft enough, having enough time for a rest. Like it was all planned, all three abusers instantly left, forcing him to collapse onto his clumps of hair and puddle of semen.

The bovine and horse left like nothing happened, not looking anymore at whining Olivier who wanted nothing more but to cry in pain. But remembering his mistress’ words, he eventually manned up and not a single tear run down his cheek. Although his ass was still hurting immensely.
Mistress smiled, raising the cat’s head, rubbing his shaved head, now satisfied.
“I’m proud of you. My man.”