Lion Tamed
"COME ONE! COME ALL! See the greatest acrobats of our time, performing live, this night only! Watch them leap through hoops of fire! Swing through the air with the greatest of ease! Defy death and gravity!"
The speaker was a petite, almost feminine rabbit perched atop a small step-stool, a bright red tuxedo jacket, formal black pants, and of course, a large top-hat made him the quintessential ring-master. He continued shouting his trade, touting the gathering crowd to part with a trifle bit of their money to see these 'world class acrobats.' Several nodded, quite amenable to this idea and stepped inside the tent. Cale watched them go, carefully scrutinizing each before they vanished out of sight.
As the last of the offer-takers made their way inside the big top Cale's shoulders visibly sunk and he took another, futile glance at his watch. Thirty minutes late. Half an hour he'd been waiting for that damnable blind date Terry had set him up with. "It'll be fun," he murmured to himself sarcastically, "see some lion acrobats and show him some tongue acrobatics," he shook his head, "that's the last time I let myself get set up by a drag-queen who doesn't do her own make-up."
He turned and was just about to depart when he noticed a few of the performers off to the side, near one of the smaller tents. A small pride of lions were there, each performing tricks, hopping and vaulting almost comically, for an equally small gaggle of children. They clapped and clapped as the group finished up their 'performance' and posed for pictures. Cale tried not to stare as several of them faced the mob to sign autographs, conveniently letting the gawking lion stare at their perfectly toned rear ends. The largest must have noticed him staring, because he gave Cale a friendly wave as they headed back into the tent, pointing directly at the lion and winking coyly.
Cale needed no more encouragement. Five dollars was a paltry sum compared to some of the 'dates' he had been on. He ducked slightly into the tent opening and disappeared into the darkness of the big top. Blinking he waited for his eyes to adjust to the dimness of the tent. While many had entered the tent, few had found their way to their seats so Cale walked past all the candy vendors and took a seat in on of the front-most rows. It was the perfect view to watch the stage, and better yet, a perfect view to marvel at the taut, well-muscled rears of the pride as they warmed up.
Cale grinned to himself when he saw the lion from earlier pointing and directing the rest. He watched the dim lights of the stage reflect glittering star-light of the other lions' leotards. They were warming up now, bending and flexing lithe yet powerful limbs. Their manes flowed over the wonderful broad shoulders, perfect for bearing the weight of another...or perhaps, a lover? Cale couldn't help but notice the head-lion's eyes, such beautiful, beautiful blue eyes. The lights positively danced, reflected in that sea of blue.
The largest of the lions approached Cale, "I see you decided to go inside," his voice was soft, velvety even, "I'm glad to see it." He leaned down on the partition between the performers and audience, "Maybe you could help me with something.."
"And w-what," Cale stuttered, more than a bit shocked by the sudden forwardness of the other lion, "would that be?"
The other lion's eyes seemed to gain a hint of mischief, "Well, part-way through the performance we like to bring somebody from the audience and let them try out the trapeze." He watched Cale raise an eyebrow, "Oh, don't worry. We use a net if that's what you're scared of."
Cale wasn't about to take that lying down, "I guess I'd be up for that." He paused and summoned up all of his courage, "O-on one condition."
Now it was the larger lion's turn to cock an eyebrow, "And that would be?"
"Dinner after the performance?"
"You're on." The larger lion extended a large and muscled paw, "Name's David, by the way." Those blue eyes winked at Cale, who even now found himself staring into them, smirking quietly, "There's just one thing we do for preparation for this. I'll be right back with it." He turned and jogged off towards the entrance to the stage leaving Cale alone with his thoughts, watching the hunky lion's firm furry ass-cheeks bounce as he left.
"Well that was ballsy," Cale muttered to himself, "hit on the biggest, hunkiest, probably straightest lion at the circus. Way to think with your cock." He would have continued his diatribe for longer, perhaps, were it not for David returning with a small box tucked under his arm. He opened it and handed a small nub to Cale.
"Here we are," Cale took the nub and looked down at it, turning it over in his finger before looking back up at David, "It's just a radio receiver. Nothing fancy. It'll give you a heads up when we're about to call on you." He pointed to his own ear, "don't worry about it, we all have one too." Cale looked at David again, grinned and stuck the nub in his ear.
"Is there supposed to be this buzzing?" Cale said, putting his finger to the device as if to somehow silence it.
"Oh that, don't worry bout it. Probably just means that one needs to be calibrated again." David waved off Cale's concerns and smiled very warmly towards the other lion, "Well I had best be off. Got a show and all that to do."
Cale found himself leaning forward, wishing the other lion did not have to leave, "Maybe a down payment for tonight then? Before you go?" David raised an eyebrow for a second before leaning down to give the other lion a quick kiss on his muzzle.
"Sure cutie. See you after the show!" David vanished into the quickly descending blackness, once again leaving Cale alone with his thoughts. The lion sat back, still unbelieving his luck as his eyes began to adjust, quicker than most, to the darkness of a now unlit big top. He watched the figures dance about in the shadows, a soft chatter on his ear-nub.
A hush fell over the audience as all the shades ceased to move and a soft spotlight appeared. The rabbit, still in ringmaster regalia, stood plainly before the crowd, hands neatly pressed behind his body in a way that almost made him look like a butler, were it not for his suddenly amplified voice.
"LAAADDIIEES AANND GENTLEMEN," the familiar lines came, "CHILDREN OF ALL AGES," the rabbit must have known what an attention grabbing effect that would have and cleared his throat, adjusting a small microphone in one hand to continue, "Thank you for coming to our show tonight. What you will see here has been called one of the greatest, most dazzling shows of its time." He looked out into the crowd, smiling, "In fact, one guest in Sweden said he was positively hypnotized to his seat." A funny gesture accompanied the words, and Cale giggled along with the rest of the audience, unaware of a soft, rhythmic thrumming that had begun in his ear-nub. The noise died down and the introduction continued, "In fact, I can only hope that you too, my adoring public, enjoy this troupe, which has spent many hours working, training, preparing for this night."
The rabbit bowed low to the audience, "I hope you enjoy the show," were the last words he spoke he sprang upwards, his powerful legs propelling him at least ten feet of the ground. He reached up his hands and vanished out of the spotlight via a perfectly timed trapeze artist. The spotlight vanished and once again Cale and the rest of the audience was left in darkness.
For less time this time, however, as several new spotlights, a blue, a red, and a green, burst to life and began moving about the ring, each following a specific lion clad in matching shining leotard. They made several circuits of the ring before veering sharply inward and leaping, catapulted into the air by hidden trampolines. Red, then green, then blue, all narrowly missed each other, landing on the opposite side of the ring and continuing to run. Each one would, on a seemingly random occasion, burst into a flip or cartwheel. Again a lap later, the lions turned inwards, this time diving through the air, blue highest, red in the middle, green at the lowest point. All three crossed each other simultaneously, eliciting a gasp of shock from a crowd that expected them to collide.
Cale was awestruck. He had expected these lions to be fit, but this...this was amazing. The way the could run laps around the ring, flipping and leaping into the air to grab low hanging trapeze to swing into points beyond. The show completely captivated the lion, making him oblivious to the low level of sound coming from the earpiece.
"Good evening Cale," the voice began to murmur, "this is David, just using the mike to make sure you're used to it coming on and giving instructions for where to be during the act." Cale nodded, and somewhere high atop the big top, a lion smiled, "Good, then just relax and enjoy the show. It's really amazing how focused these guys get isn't it?" Another nod and a broader smile. "And you'd also like to be just as focused.." the nods were become more rhythmic, in time with the music of the show. "Great, then just listen and watch, sit back and relax." The voice continued speaking and Cale found himself just sitting back and listening, very focused on watching those tight, fit bodies leap and bound about. The voice wasn't all that important. Focusing was important. David wanted him to focus, and he wanted to please David. He wanted to ob-
The audience was clapping. Cale sat up with a start, looking around. "Intermission already?" he thought, "Wow, the show must really be good. I really got into it!" The lion stood, stretching his arms, shaking the feeling into them. It wasn't until he stood up that his bladder suddenly rebelled. Pushing his way through the crowd on their way to concessions and out of the tent.
The cool air nipped at his senses, giving Cale a welcome shock back to his senses, but also increasing the utter urgency of his need to piss. He breathed a welcome sigh as he stepped into the small port-o-toilet, jerking his pants down, grunting and letting fly a stream of urine into the depths of that foul-smelling hole. He finished and turned back to head to the tent when a knocking on the door made him yelp. He flung the door open and came eye to eye with David.
"Oh, hi Cale!" the lion was breathing pretty heavily, beads of sweat hanging off of his fur, "Mind if I?" He motioned inwards and Cale paused for a moment.
"Oh, sure." The lion shook his head and moved to take a step out before another a furred paw gripped his crotch.
"Y'know, you kinda forgot to put something away."
Cale's eyes widened, "Oh!" The lion blushed a bright red, "Sorry," he muttered sheepishly as he corrected his mistake. David smiled and closed the door, reappearing a moment later.
"You okay, Cale, you seem kinda out of it." Cale looked at him, almost instantly locking eyes with the other lion.
"Yeah, just amazed by your performance, that's all. Say, when is my part coming up?"
David only smiled, "It's coming up soon. So what's your favorite part of the show so far? Is it the hot hopping lions? Or," he leaned in close, "Is it the pretty lights and voice?" Cale blinked, shocked, "You remember the pretty lights, don't you Cale? The pretty lights and the voice..." Cale nodded, blinking again, slower this time.
"Yeah...pretty lights...voice..." Cale smiled, his mind remembering flashes of the show now, his eyes fixated on some distant part of the horizon.
"Good, Cale. Why don't you follow me...I can show you more pretty lights. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Cale nodded again, his posture slumping against the other lion's taught body.
The pair made their way to a smaller tent off the side of the big top. David held Cale's hand, supporting him all the way through as the smaller lion lay there, smiling dumbly, gazing at lights and hearing a voice only he could hear. He barely recongnized the other lions as they smiled knowingly at him, bare recognized the bunny who patted David warmly on the shoulder. He sat down. It felt sooo good to sit down, like he hadn't in ages, like all the tension in his feet and legs would never be needed again.
Cale sighed softly; the monitor flickered to life, lights dancing across the screen. Lights Cale had seen before... a voice Cale had heard before. So soothing and soft, the voice spoke to him for what seemed like hours, letting him sit at the computer. David was there too, hands on his shoulders, massaging all the tension away. All Cale had to do was sit there and rest. Relax and sleep.
"Relax and Sleep." David smiled and moved up to Cale's temples. The lion was remarkably suggestible for a first timer, so much so that the larger lion decided to push a little more.
"It's very nice, isn't it Cale. So nice to just relax and rest here, watching the pattern, the lights. Listening to my voice, such a good lion. Resting so comfortably here, your mind at ease. Tell me Cale, do you like me?"
"Yes..." the answer was soft but audible enough for David.
"And do you like being this way?"
"Yesss..." David's hands moved up into the lion's scalp. His aim now was pleasure, something the large lion's hands were most aptly suited for. They smoothly massaged the Cale's mane and scalp, eliciting a faint moan from the smaller lion.
"Good, then I want you to try and relax more. Feel yourself at the top of a tall, tall flight of spiral stairs. Do you see them in your mind, Cale?" The lion murmured an unintelligible affirmative as David continued, "I want you to start taking steps down the stairs, counting off each step as you take it. Each step brings you down deeper, deeper into this wonderful state. Wouldn't that be nice, Cale?"
The smaller lion smiled a big goofy smile, "Yessss..." he purred as he began speaking, "One...two....threee....." the pauses began to get longer and longer in between each one as Cale descended deeper into sleep. Such a wonderful sleep, filled with dreams, dreams unfamiliar to Cale. Dreams of sleeping lions...so many sleeping lions laying nude with each other, enjoying their combined company. Collars too...each one had a collar, simple, leather, with a small d-ring in the front and a buckle in the back. They all lay relaxing, talking, smiling, watching him. Cale was now very aware of himself. He looked down and discovered he was nude, just like the rest of them. His hand reached up to his neck...and found it vacant. There was something wrong about that. It needed something...Cale looked to his left, to look up into David's eyes.
"You need something, don't you Cale?" The larger lion never stopped looking at him, and in his dream, Cale felt himself nod.
"Yes..." the answer was faint, but still loud enough.
"Do you know what you want?" Cale shook his head...the words were there, he just didn't know how to say it.
"To make...you happy?" In his dream he saw David's smile. It was a wonderful sight that just made his eyes all that much larger.
"And do you know what would make me happy, Cale?" The larger lion held up a collar. It was the same as all the rest, a simple d-ring and buckle, "If you would join me for the night."
Cale found himself nodding, "Okay, David..." the other lion's smile broadened as he put the collar around Cale's neck.
"Master will be so happy!" David whispered, "Now come with me, Cale. Just relax and come with me." The smaller lion was lead down into the mass of bodies. Following David was so relaxing. He felt like he could do it forever as the waded through the tent.
They approached a small dais in the tent, raised just a bit above the floor and large enough only for a couple of lavish looking pillows. Atop it sat the ringmaster, still dressed in his performance uniform. The bunny looked over at David, then at Cale following along behind him, "Oh goody!" the small male exclaimed, "a new toy!"
Cale was so engrossed in following David he never even noticed the lapine's soft paws until they were tracing their way across his fur. His eyes never wavered from David's body.
"Cale, I'd like you to meet Master." The smaller lion turned to face the rabbit. His eyes were a bright blue, just like David's, but different somehow. They tugged and pulled at Cale's mind as if trying to drown it down, down into depths of sleep.
"He's cute, David," Master said. His voice was surprisingly soft compared to the way he was speaking earlier that evening, "Can I play with him too?"
Had he been more aware, Cale would have noticed David bowing low, "Of course Master. I wish only to please." The rabbit began to caress the 'new toy,' slowly drawing his fingers around Cale's body as if every curve, every muscle, every bit of the lion was to be mapped and studied. The slender fingers found Cale's shoulders and began to kneed expertly at a couple of work-induced knots, eliciting a moan of contentment from the lion who was barely managing to stay upright at this point.
"Oh, he makes such noises David," purred the rabbit over Cale's shoulder. There was a slight pause as David's head nodded, smiling and watching the two males interact, "Show me what other sounds he makes."
"Of course, Master." The larger lion disappeared from Cale's field of vision and moments later Cale gasped as David's tongue began probing his lionhood. The rough appendage brushed gently along Cale's balls and worked its way up and over the lion's scrotum, swirling around and around until David reached the tip of Cale's rapidly hardening cock. There was a rush of cold air, then a sudden warmth that engulfed the organ, a liquid pleasure that had Cale thrusting slowly and sleepily into the kneeling lion's muzzle.
It really was all Cale could do to stay standing at this point. The bunny had finished his shoulders and was now brushing his hands up and down Cale's neck. Each pass sent shivers of pleasure down Cale's spine, pleasure that echoed in that warm muzzle of David's. The bunny was talking too, but Cale was far too engrossed in the sensations to care about what was being said on any conscious level. Every beat of his heart sent more and more sensations of pleasure up and down his body until he was practically shaking with pent up desire.
The torment seemed like it could last forever. Of course, Cale would not have minded this at all, but eventually there was a sudden departure of David's muzzle from his cock, the shock of the room's cold air jolted Cale just slightly. He was laying down in a heap of pillows with the bunny behind him and David cuddled up next to him, looking down at him through the comfyness of the pillows.
"T-that was some kiss," Cale said, looking at David with a rapidly clearing head. "Is it like this every night?" David leaned down and locked muzzles with the other lion, pressing his tongue, still slick with the faint taste of cock, into Cale's muzzle.
"Only when I see a really hot lion a couple nights before and convince an old friend to arrange a blind date for him." Cale's eyes went wide as saucer's, "Sorry about being late. Master likes it when I play a little with prospective new employees."
"New....employees," Cale was shaking his head a little, "that's funny, I don't remember filling out an application. And now I'm gonna hurt that sneaky little drag queen too." A wry smile punctuated the sarcasm in his last statement, "So what's this about 'new employees?'"
The bunny's hands suddenly appeared along Cale's shoulders, "Well that's a discussion for the morning." The expert kneading resumed and Cale's world began to soften again, "Tonight's all about the pleasure," he began to hum very faintly before leaning in quite conspiratorily to add, "And the pretty lights too..." Cale smiled even as his eyes began to dilate, already seeing the lights, already giving into the pleasure of their power.
The rabbit smiled and continued his induction for the lion. David really had a knack for finding the best candidates. The highly suggestible and physically attractive Cale would make such a nice addition to the crew.