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Feeling as low and defeated as he ever thought he would, Exile found that there might, in fact, be one step that was even lower than the despair he thought he knew.

He felt silly for not figuring out sooner that the last clue would lead him back to his own apartment. It was the perfect place to keep him off guard: he wouldn't have been expecting any trouble there, and as far as he knew, there should simply be a key, sitting and waiting for him on the key hook by his front door.

That wasn't even close to the result he achieved, however.

"I swear...feels like my balls are just gonna explode, he groaned, as he followed the last clue down to the 'T,' and stepped right up to the front door of his apartment. He couldn't imagine that many more people would have been in on the plot, but he also knew by now that he'd underestimated Albaz's potential cruelty, a mistake he wouldn't soon make again.

He was even cautious as he slowly swung the door to his apartment open and stepped inside, half expecting a collar to be wrapped around his neck, or a large, garish bull to wrestle him to the ground. Instead, there was simply a pair of felines sitting on his couch, watching TV as nonchalantly as a pair of people could.

"...Albaz...how...how do you have the nerve to show your face around here after what you've put me through?!"

Albaz chuckled quietly as he crossed one of his legs over the other. Sitting next to a tiger that Exile didn't recognize, each of the felines happened to be nude, as well, but their demeanor was almost too casual for that to be the case. "Now that sounds like the whiny attitude of someone who never wants to be let out of his cage!"

Exile slammed his door shut behind him and locked it, determined not to let either of the felines out of his sight until he had at least some answers. "Is there even a key? Tell me the damn truth, Albaz!"

"The truth is that there might be a key, or I might just be running you around in circles for my amusement. Well...it's one of those two things, anyway."

"Don't give me that vague shit," Exile muttered as he rolled his eyes. "My balls are swollen up so bad that I can barely walk, my ass is sore from being pounded out by a bunch of strangers, and you seem to think this is all some kind of big fucking joke!"

" Quit your bitching."

The reply was so stern that Exile felt rage building up in the pit of his stomach, but before he actually recoiled at Albaz, he gulped down his frustrations, his ears flattened back a little bit, and he nodded.

...Wait a minute. Why did I do that? Why am I not stomping his guts out right now?

"See that? Notice how you didn't act out any further? It's just proof that my plan worked to perfection, Exile."

"What...what plan?"

"My plan to condition you to be a submissive little bitch...seems that it took like a fish to water, and now, the prodigal son has come home to daddy...and daddy has a friend he'd like to share you with."

The manner of talking might have been creepy to some, but Exile felt his cheeks beginning to burn all the same as he tilted his head a bit. He felt as though he were almost outside of his own body, but he didn't mind the way that he so obediently approached the couch and knelt down in front of the feline pair, acting ready to serve their every request.

"Share me...how, master?" he asked, even if he hardly remembered uttering the words. This is so weird...why do I keep obeying everyone? What's wrong with me?

"After the way that I've bragged you up, I'm going to need you to come through for me on this one, Exile. My friend Sebastian has been in serious need of a little relief, and myself...well, I know I could use a little grooming, after a long day at the office. I sure hope that you're up to the task..."

The tiger, Sebastian, was every bit as gruff as he appeared. His arms were crossed, his thick, full pectoral muscles sat upon them, and his face seemed permanently twisted into a displeased scowl. He was clearly the type that Exile didn't want to disappoint, but he was already getting the impression that nothing he did would enough for the testy feline.

"Whatever my master wishes," Exile replied without thought, as he gave a very slow, subtle nod. Albaz was grinning as Sebastian rolled his eyes.

"That's what they all say, but none of them ever follow through for me," Sebastian pointed out. "This guy had better not turn out to be a disappointment too, Albaz."

"Trust me," Albaz assured him, "This little cum slut will do whatever you want, if you just offer to give him a key..."

That phrase confirmed was Exile worried was true the whole time, or at least, part of it: Albaz had the key the whole time, and he might never give it back to the poor hybrid...and even knowing that, Exile felt subservient to the blue lion, unable to grasp onto what should have been frustration.

"He thinks I'd give him the key? Pssh. Strip away those clothes, you little whore...and get ready to take my cock like a good little bottom should."

If Sebastian was even half as rough with Exile's body as he acted he'd be, there was no way the hybrid would come away unscathed, but he wasn't too worried about that. He didn't even have time to react when he pulled the jersey from off of his torso, as Sebastian shoved him off of his knees and flat onto his back. He gasped in surprise as the tiger dug his claws into Exile's favorite pair of jeans and began ripping the denim apart, even though the belt and button were right in front of him. He only unclipped the button as an afterthought, and pulled the tattered jeans away, eyeing Exile the whole time and seeing the disappointment in his face.

"That's right...I ruined your clothes...bet that upsets you a little bit, doesn't it?" Sebastian asked, and finally, some semblance of a grin crossed his lips. It was a cruel, evil smile, one that was followed by narrowing eyes on Exile's panicked expression: a sight that only fueled Sebastian's cruelty. "Shame that we're just getting started. Feels like you're a bit too broken in for me," he explained, as he set his eyes on the cage that kept Exile's length trapped. It was already starting to strain, a surefire sign that the mental training caused the poor hybrid to be aroused any time that he was being treated like sexual property. "...Did I say you could get an erection, bitch?!"

Exile gulped back all of the fear that he could, and Albaz denied him the chance to see what was to happen as he strolled over from the couch and squatted his backside right over the hybrid's muzzle, lifting his tail and forcing Exile's lips right up to his pucker. "You shouldn't have done that, Exile...your poor, excitable little cock just got you into more trouble than you could know."

A muffled whimper of panic was all that Exile could muster, with his face so totally smothered. He could feel Albaz stroking his own cock and gently slapping it between his eyes as Sebastian grabbed the hybrid by the thighs and hoisted them up. Where Zack had been relatively gentle with Exile, Sebastian didn't have a delicate bone in his body, and his paw came firmly across Exile's ass, complete with a subtle press of his claws to leave deep, radiant red scratches across his flesh. He cried out in shock and mild pain, right into the sensitive flesh between Albaz's tailhole and his sack, filling the blue lion with a twisted pleasure as he stayed put, forcing Exile to literally eat his way to freedom...or at least, the hope of it.

That hope was fading fast, as Sebastian readied his paw again, admiring his handiwork from a moment before. "Such tender flesh...you bruise like a banana! That'll be just perfect for letting people know who you belong to," he claimed, as if he was already taking ownership of the submissive hybrid. He whimpered pathetically as a loud SMACK drowned out the weaker noise, and Exile's other cheek turned a cherry red from a powerful, domineering stroke. The pawprints were still fresh when Sebastian knelt down into the delta of Exile's crotch and grabbed his sack tightly, keeping one of the hybrid's legs lofted over his shoulder so that his goal was still in sight.

Gaping just the tiniest bit wider than usual, thanks to the treatment it received lately, Exile's once tight, abused pucker squeezed at the air in anticipation, as Sebastian gave his swollen balls a tight squeeze. "If I have my way, you'll never get to drain these ever again."

Wincing and nearly howling against Albaz's own asshole, Exile cried out, but the sound still made it only as far as the blue lion's thighs. Little more than spit was used to lubricate the hybrid's backside, as Sebastian treated him not just as a submissive, but as a lesser being entirely, as if he wasn't even worth the effort.

"Just keep eating, you whiny little slut," Albaz cheered Exile on, for once, seeming to be the lesser of two evils. Precum was already spilling from the tip of his cock and drizzling over the bridge of Exile's muzzle as the lion sunk into the arousal of his own debauchery, and his ears flicked up to the sound of Sebastian's tip squelching past the weak resistance of Exile's tailhole.

The three were in almost perfect sync, as two extremely dominant felines shared a terribly submissive hybrid.

"I didn't think you'd be this tight, E-Exile...no wonder you're in such high demand. You're a tasty little hybrid bitch..." Sebastian growled, acting every bit like the predator that he was as inch after inch of his impressive, thick cock slid into Exile's well-used ass. He was still plenty tight enough to clamp down on Sebastian when he felt the ticklish, stinging spines on the tiger's cock began to stroke against his inner muscles, adding just one more sensation that he hadn't ever been able to experience.

He might have been a little grateful to Albaz for all of those moments, if the lion had simply asked him if he wanted to take part in it. Instead, he was hardly able to make his own decisions anymore, almost entirely brainwashed by the antics of the blue lion, who he was now becoming very familiar with.

Exile couldn't escape the musk that Albaz carried as the hybrid finally managed to stop gasping in shock just long enough to slurp his tongue along the backside of Albaz's sack, until the tip of his tongue slurped up and around the edge of the lion's asshole. Albaz pushed right down against the slick, moist muscle as he felt it exploring, not giving Exile a proper chance to merely sample it; he was going to have to gorge himself on the taste, if he was going to take it.

Sebastian could feel it every time that Albaz shocked the poor submissive, as his tight, clenching passage seized up again and again, squeezing as the impressive flesh of the tiger. "Trying to milk the cum out of me? Fuckin' knew you were desperate for a creampie," he claimed, grinning deviously as he began to rut Exile, to the point that he was nearly slipping out of his welcoming tailhole when his hips dipped away. The small apartment was filled so heavily with the sound of whimpering, muffled gasps and balls slapping against the tender flesh of toned thighs that neighbors were starting to tap on each of the surrounding walls, but they were all ignored, one by one, as the act carried on, and Sebastian did everything he could to resist the clenching touch of Exile's well-trained passage.

Albaz wasn't sure he could hold on much longer, either, but he was already satisfied with the results that he'd seen. Exile was every bit the submissive bitch that Albaz always believed him to be, and even before the thicker streams of heated, sticky cum began to pour over Exile's face, the hybrid was reaching around to gently fondle his sack, knowing just how much Albaz would enjoy the extra touch. His own testes were swollen to the point of mild insanity, and Sebastian refused to give them a break, slapping his open palm against the base of his orbs almost every time he pounded in.

Whimpering, panting and desperate for a release that he knew he wouldn't get, Exile tensed up just slightly as Sebastian gripped the cage, able to feel how hard the hybrid's cock was straining against it...and he squeezed it terribly tight, so much so that Exile couldn't keep from crying out again.

It was the final cry that Albaz needed, as he stood up from his kneeling position and looked down on the open, stained muzzle of Exile. "For every drop you spill...that's another fucking week in that cage," Albaz threatened, as he pointed his throbbing cock straight down. Having saved his own yield for a few days himself, the blue lion roared aloud in pleasure as the tip erupted, and spurts of heated, feline cum spilled down over Exile's face. His eyes winced shut just in time, but the bridge of his muzzle and his eyelids were almost completely coated before Albaz was able to correct his aim and spill the rest of his load on the eager tongue of his hybrid submissive, right before his jammed the whole of his length into Exile's throat, forcing him to swallow as much of it as he could.

The creampie wasn't far off, as Sebastian smacked Exile's sack one last time and gripped him by the thighs, holding the trapped hybrid as firmly in place as he could. Exile's once tight passage yielded completely to the brutal assault of the tiger as his hips slammed forth, pounding into his thighs with such force that they began to bruise. Even when Sebastian paused before his final thrust, Exile's tailhole stayed wide open with a gape, as if it needed something to be inside of it for his satisfaction, and Sebastian granted that one, gracious wish, as he plummeted the whole of his massive length into the hybrid and held it there as a torrent of seed began to fill every inch of the abused passage.

Cum spilled around the spikes as they stroked inside of Exile a final time. "G-good little bitch...take my cum, you slut...t-take my fucking cum!" he growled out, as his paws gripped around Exile's thighs so tightly, he felt like his legs might split apart. He was too busy gagging on the copious amount of seed that was still spilling down his throat to cry out in the delight that he truly felt, but Exile whimpered through his meal as he felt an overflowing rush of ejaculate spilling out of his ass and drooling free from the gaping pucker, until it stained the entire underside of his tail.

"Lkk...hllk...ulp...nnn!" Exile tried to moan in his appreciation, though his words failed him as he swallowed down the last of the offering Albaz had for him. The mess was already beginning to stain in the carpet and his fur as Exile panted, needing more than a few moments to catch his breath.

Albaz shook the last few drops of seed from the tip of his manhood, intentionally missing Exile's face in the process and even counting each drop as it hit the carpet. "I'm starting to lose count here...looks like you'll be in that cage until the new year! Sound fair to you, Sebastian?"

The tiger stood up and snickered, as he loomed over the defeated hybrid. "I would have kept him in it for the rest of the year anyway...not like a slut like this is capable of learning a lesson."

"Good point..."

At that point, it didn't matter what Exile had done wrong, even if it was literally nothing. His mind had been turned submissive and believed he was guilty, and deserving of whatever punishment he received.

In that moment, it was being sent off to bed by Albaz...who dangled the key over his face, just out of his reach, while Sebastian kept him pinned to the bed, by virtue of forcing his unwashed cock down Exile's throat.

Naturally, it took hours for the poor hybrid to fall asleep from his exhaustion, and even as he did, cum spilled from his lips and streamed down his neck, right into the fluff upon his chest, leaving him marked in a way that wouldn't be coming out anytime soon.

"Sleep well, you greedy little cum slut," Albaz whispered, as his paw clasped around the key. "I'm sure I can find more people who want to take a turn holding this...maybe next year, someone will actually give it to you."