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It was not the usual place Conrad found himself late in the evening, but an out of town drinking hole was an out of town drinking hole, no matter how seedy or run down it was. The no shirt policy was unusual but the alcohol was cheap and it was a good excuse to show off his rather exquisite leonine physique. The lion allowed his muscles to flex as his bare torso showed off his golden fur while he downed another shot of liquor. He was only too aware of the eyes upon him, with the other patrons of the bar keeping a thirsty eye on him. An old and dirty pride flag hung behind the bar had informed him of what kind of establishment he had found himself in, if the number of creatures dressed in leather and decorated with collars, cuffs, and harnesses had not given it away. Doms chomping cigars kept subs on leashes and various minor acts of lewdness were happening in public display.

"Excuse me, mate," Conrad beckoned the golden furred labrador who was serving at the bar over with a smile and a gentle wave of his empty glass. "Couple more of these, please?" The dog smiled and turned to fetch the bottle, being sure to give his rump an enticing wiggle, showing off the base of a large plug inserted under his tail, framed by the leather jockstrap that formed part of his uniform. With a swift flick of the wrist a couple of shot glasses were filled and passed to the lion who accepted them with a nod of appreciation and a lustful growl of thanks.

As the two drinks vanished almost as soon as they arrived, Conrad found his spot at the bar invaded by an older lion. His middle-aged spread nestled inside the confines of a studded black leather chest harness which had the buckles on the back, the sign of a submissive. This was somewhat contradicted by the pipe jutting from the feline's jaw, smoke exhaling in a lazy fashion from his nostrils.

He sat on the bar stool next to Conrad but paid the younger lion no heed. Without being prompted the labrador reached under the bar and fetched an ashtray, bringing a cigar box out with it. He fetched the final cigar from the container, clipped the end, and handed it to the lion who placed it between his teeth while putting his pipe on the bar. He leant forward and allowed the bartender to light the rather large stick of tobacco with a Zippo, The lion's large paw rotated the cigar to ensure an even light, thick cigar smoke billowing from his muzzle and into the face of the dog, who sucked it in with greedy inhales. Once he was satisfied with the burn, the lion picked up his dying pipe. He brought it back to life with a few careful draws before spinning it around and pushing the stem into the labrador's muzzle, who accepted it with a surprised squeak.

"Keep that going while I enjoy this," the older lion said as he returned his attention to his cigar, "and I'll have a pint of Fox's Strong while you're at it.". His voice was not as deep as Conrad had expected, but still sounded like someone who had seen some years. The tan fur of his torso and golden mane complimented each other well, and a pair of leather shorts showed off some strong looking legs ending up at a firm pair of buttocks. Arms that looked toned, if not overly muscled, were wrapped by studded bicep bands, and wrist gauntlets held attachment rings to keep him restrained if someone wanted. Conrad had to admit, even if the lion had settled well into middle age, he was still quite pleasing to look at.

A could of acrid smoke brought him back to his senses. He scrunched up his nose and wafted the smoke away with a paw. Growling a little and meeting the eye of his assailant Conrad was surprised to see a wry grin and a mischievous twinkle in the older lion's eye.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you it's rude to stare?" The lion turned his attention away from Conrad just long enough to receive his pint from the bartender, who still held the pipe in his maw and was sending out gentle puffs of smoke occasionally. "Unless you're fancying your chances with a real man," the cat teased looking back to his bar partner.

"A real man, eh?" Conrad replied with mock sarcasm dripping from his words. He gave the barman a nod to refill the trio of glasses in front of him. "You know smoking kills your sperm count. Hardly a real man if you're shooting blanks."

"Coming from the kitten killing his erection with liquor," the older lion countered. He took the cigar out of his mouth just long enough to tap the ash into the ashtray and take a long draught of his ale before plopping it back in and taking a long, slow draw, making a show of inhaling all of the smoke. Three filled glasses appeared in front of Conrad and he made an equally big show of shotgunning them in quick succession before ordering three more and drinking them with equal speed.

"See," the younger lion said, without a hint of slurring, "that's how a real man drinks. As for killing my erection," Conrad opened his trousers and with a quick rub he revealed the drink was not having any ill effects. A few wolf whistles could be heard from around the rest of the bar and the younger lion leant back on his stool giving a smug grin. The harnessed lion looked it over and gave a small snort through his nose, sending a small puff of cigar smoke out with it.

"Not bad," he said, unzipping a zip in the back of his shorts and making inviting motions with his tail. "Seems you could use a real man to give you some pointers on how to use that thing." There was a short pause while the older lion leant forward to give Conrad a quick grope, feeling the barbed length under his paw. "If you can even last long enough to learn something, cub."

"I can last longer than you could, old timer," the younger lion said with a lustful growl as he pulled his pants down to his ankles. "And I could be drinking the rest of that bottle of liquor while I do so." The barkeeper, as if sensing what was about to happen, fetched one of his largest beer jugs and started to fill it with the rest of Conrad's drink of choice while dropping a small bottle of lube on the bar. Conrad picked it up and started to apply some of the slick gel to his shaft. Any inhibitions about what he was doing were long gone. "What's more likely to happen is you'll choke on your smoke long before I'm satisfied."

"As if I don't smoke during sex all the time," the older lion scoffed. He removed the cigar from his maw to flick more ash from its length before downing the rest of his ale in a single motion. Using the back of his paw to wipe his muzzle, the lion returned to his smoke and the conversation. "Pipes, cigars, and even both at the same time."

"Awww," Conrad mocked with a cheeky grin, "only the one cigar at a time?"

"Pah. How many do you want to see me take?" came the gruff reply. The gauntlet was about to be laid down.

"How many will fit?"

"A cigar gag, eh?" the older lion asked with an approving purr in his voice and an intrigued expression on his face. The labrador placed the mostly-filled large jug of liquor on the bar, fetched a box of ten long and fat cigars, and started clipping them ready for lighting. "You're a kinkier kitten than I thought." He pondered for a moment before taking a deep and long drag of his cigar and giving a long and slow exhale. "Let's make this interesting. First one to cum pays for the other's tab."

"You're on, grandad," Conrad replied without even pausing for thought, causing some exciting whooping from the tables behind them. "I'll show you how a real man breeds his lioness." He took a large gulp from his jug of booze before getting to his feet, showing off all seven feet of hot blooded lion.. His rather much shorter adversary put his current cigar into the ashtray and stood up himself.

"Let me get these cigars lit," the older lion muttered, positioning his stool to lean on before gathering his oversized smokes from their box with a satisfied grin. The bartender, still smoking the lion's pipe, flicked open the Zippo. "Then I'll show you how a real man takes a dick."