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Mitchell & Michael

By Cyberklaw

Part 4 - The Fun Stuff

"On your knees, slave!" Mitchell boomed, standing there clad in leather shorts and gloves, leather harness across his broad chest and his biceps straining against metal-studded straps of leather encircling them.

"Yes, Master." Michael fell to his knees, almost drooling as he stared at Mitchell.

The panther snapped his fingers and pointed to his feet. Michael simply frowned.

"That's the signal for you to kiss my feet, slave!" Mitchell growled. "Get used to it!"

"Yes, sir." On hands and knees, Michael crawled to the panther's feet and started licking.

After barely a moment of this, Mitchell stepped away. He stepped around the lion and grabbed his shoulders, roughly pulling him up to his knees.

Michael then found his arms pulled back. He felt cold metal against his wrists and heard something click into place. He'd just been handcuffed.

"There." Said Mitchell. "That feel good, slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"Then let's not stop now." Mitchell wandered over to the bed and grabbed some chains and padlocks. They clinked in the panther's big hands as he returned to the handcuffed lion.

The muscular panther moved behind Michael, so the lion couldn't see exactly what he was doing.

He felt the mane at the back of the hood brushed aside for a moment as Mitchell fiddled with the back of his collar. A second later there was the click of a closing padlock. Not long after that, the panther's hands held Michael's restrained arms, and there was another click.

Moving his arms was now difficult. Whenever he did, he felt a tug at the back of his collar. Then Michael realised what had happened. The handcuffs and been linked to the back of his collar by a length of chain.

Then there was the feeling of cold metal around his ankles. He guessed that his Master was putting him in some leg irons. There were more clicks as they were locked closed.

The sounds of more clinking chains reached Michael's ears. Before he knew what was happening, the movement of his arms was restricted further. As far as he could figure out, Mitchell had chained the leg irons to the handcuffs. It was now impossible for him to stand up.

"How does that feel, slave?" Mitchell asked, returning to stand in front of his chained lion.

"Very good, my Master." Michael replied.

"Glad you like it." The big panther grinned. "If being a slave becomes a regular thing for you, you're likely to get chained a lot. At least, you will with me."

"Yes, Sir."

"Now it's time for the slave to pleasure his master." Said Mitchell. Than panther reached down to his shorts. "Would you like to see what I keep in here?"

Michael nodded vigorously. "Yes, Master!"

"Then beg, slave!" Mitchell rumbled. "Beg for the honour to pleasure your Master!"

"Please, my Master." Michael said, knowing what was required of him. "Please let this lowly slave to pleasure you as you deserve to be pleasured."

The panther cracked a smile. "Very well, slave." He pulled down his leather shorts, letting them drop to his ankles, where he kicked them off.

Mitchell's dick was huge. At least it was to the eyes of the lion waiting to taste it. As soon as the red leather shorts were gone, the panther's penis could be seen, in all its stiffened glory.

The panther approached Michael, his big erection waggling back and forth as he walked, entrancing the chained lion.

"You sucked cock before, slave?" Mitchell demanded.

"Yes, Master," Michael answered quickly, "but not while chained."

"Then let's change that, slave." Mitchell purred. "Open wide."

The young lion did as he was told, opening his mouth, waiting hungrily for the panther's big cock. He was feeling strange; he hadn't felt this way, so sexually charged, when he was with other guys. But then, when he had been with other guys, it hadn't been as a slave, chained up by his Master.

The panther stepped up to Michael and slowly slid his dick into the lion's mouth. It was warm and salty and to Michael it could not have been better.

There was the natural reflex to gag as the big thick cock slid in deeper, but Michael suppressed it, closing his eyes and concentrating on Mitchell's cock. The first guy he'd been with like this had talked him through how to suck another male's dick. Michael had some idea what he was doing.

The leather clad panther slid in his dick as far as he was able, leaving Michael's face almost buried in his groin. The lion started breathing through his nose and went to work, using his tongue to gently caress the dick in his mouth.

"Mmmm." Mitchell moaned. "Now THAT feels good!"

Michael kept at it, forgetting about everything around him, focusing solely on the panther and his cock.

He felt the panther's big hands take hold of his shoulders, his claws digging in tight, getting an unbreakable grip on the lion's shoulders.

Mitchell started to move his cock in and out of the lion's slobbering jaws, Michael caressing it with his tongue the whole time.

Gradually, Mitchell moved faster and faster, each thrust slamming his thick cock down the lion's throat. Before long, the panther had built up a great deal of speed, becoming almost a blur as he fucked Michael's face.

For his part, Michael had stopped using his tongue, Mitchell was moving too fast now. Instead he concentrated on sucking at the dick that filled his mouth and was now occupying the entirety of his attention.

The big panther was groaning and growling as he worked away, giving voice to his ecstasy in the form of primal, animalistic sounds, rumbling from the back of his throat.

Afterwards, Michael could never be sure just for how long he was there, sucking on the panther's cock. Lost in the sexual buzz of servicing Mitchell, he lost all track of time.

But the time came when he felt the panther's dick throb, Mitchell's breathing becoming heavier. Michael instinctively sensed his master was about to cum.

And then it happened. With one final thrust, and a savage growl of pleasure, Mitchell reached his climax, his cock shooting his semen down Michael's throat.

The warm, salty cum filled the lion's mouth and throat. Still lost in his sexual excitement, Michael gulped, swallowing as much of it as he could, relishing the taste in a way he never had when he'd done this sort of thing before. Then he went right on sucking, squeezing every last drop that he could from the panther's cock.

Mitchell pulled back, releasing Michael's shoulders, pulling his cock from the lion's mouth. Michael let out an involuntary whimper. He'd been really enjoying that. His mouth now felt strangely empty.

The panther stopped a few paces away, pausing to get his breath back. "That was very good, my slave." He gasped. "I hope you enjoyed it as well."

Michael nodded vigorously. "Oh, I did, Master."

Mitchell stepped forward and scooped the chained lion up in his great arms. "Then let's carry on. There's still more pleasure to be had, slave."

The muscular panther carried him across the room to the bed and dropped him down. Michael bounced to a stop on the big soft bed, lying on his side. His arms and legs were still restrained behind him. He strained a bit against his bonds.

"Just relax." Mitchell purred. "Don't worry about the restraints. It's all part of being a slave, submitting to me and whatever I might want to do with you."

"I understand, Master." Michael nodded.

The panther went to work on the lion's restraints, unchaining them so that he could move again. But it was only briefly. He firmly pushed Michael down onto the bed, lying face up, and proceeded to chain him to the bed. Within minutes, the young lion was once more unable to move, lying spread-eagled, each limb chained tightly to a different corner of the bed.

"There." Said Mitchell, stepping back for a moment to admire both his handiwork and the lion. "That's a good position for a slave to be in."

"Of course, my Master."

The panther strolled over and sat on the bed, beside the chained lion. "Doesn't it feel good to be at my mercy slave? Unable to do anything but what I decide?"

Michael answered enthusiastically. "Yes, Master, it feels very good." And he meant it. He was finding this very erotic.

Mitchell smiled warmly and ran a single clawed finger down the lion's chest and stomach, right down to his hardened penis. Michael shuddered. He wasn't sure why, but that felt SO good.

"You've been a very good slave so far." Mitchell said, as he started playfully ruffling Michael's chest fur. "A few mistakes, but nothing unforgivable considering this is your first time."

"It has been a great pleasure to serve you, sir." Michael replied, squirming in delight beneath Mitchell's strong hands.

"I imagine it has." Mitchell grinned back. "And I always like to give a slave something of a reward when they've been so good."

A broad grin crept across Michael's features. He suspected what was coming next.

Mitchell's hand crept slowly down Michael's body, running over the lion's soft fur. The chained feline purred.

The panther's hand reached the lion's fully erect cock, standing tall and proud from its sheath. He stroked it gently. Michael shuddered, his purrs growing louder.

Then Mitchell's hand moved away from the penis, and started slowly massaging the lion's balls. Michael closed his eyes, letting the panther do his work, enjoying every second.

Suddenly, Mitchell took firm hold Michael's testicles, gripping them firmly, digging his claws in slightly. The young gasped as a sharp pain shot through him, the panther tugging on his balls. He glanced at Mitchell.

The big panther was grinning. "Just keeping you awake, slave."

Mitchell's hand returned to the lion's cock, taking hold of it in a vice-like grip and giving it a squeeze. Michael winced, gritting his teeth.

The panther's hand loosened a little and started moving up and down along the stiff shaft of the young lion's cock. Michael's pain was suddenly replaced with pleasure.

Faster and faster, the panther's big hand pumped Michael's dick. The young lion writhed in his restraints, moaning with the pleasure, lost in the sexual heat of having his cock so expertly handled by the fur he called 'Master'.

His head buzzed with the thrill and excitement, growls of ecstasy escaping from his throat. He noticed Mitchell, sat on the bed, watching his slave enjoy himself so much.

It seemed to go on forever, Mitchell's pumping of Michael's cock, and the lion simply didn't want it to end. But it had to end eventually.

The young lion felt it coming, the need to release, to cum. But he held it back as long as he could, wanting Mitchell to go on beating at his cock for as long as possible.

Then came the moment when he couldn't hold it back any longer. Michael's body shuddered and his dick throbbed. Mitchell's grin widened, sensing what was about to happen a split-second before it did.

Michael let out a moan of bliss as he came, his warm milky cum spurting from the head of his cock like a small fountain, splattering across his stomach. But even then, it wasn't over. Mitchell didn't stop for a second, he kept on pumping, milking every last drop of cum from the lion. And Michael kept on moaning, expressing his ecstasy.

It was only when Michael was completely spent that Mitchell stopped, releasing the lion's dick from his iron grip.

"And how was that for you?" The panther asked.

Despite being out of breath and exhausted, Michael answered. "Fantastic, master." He said, between gasps.

Mitchell raised his hand. Some of Michael's cum had splattered on it. "Want a taste?"

At that moment, in the afterglow of the sexual experience he'd just been through, the young lion would have done absolutely anything for Mitchell. He nodded.

The panther offered Michael his hand and the restrained lion licked at it lovingly, cleaning it with his tongue, swallowing down his own cum without so much as a second thought. Before long he was done, and Mitchell withdrew his hand.

"I'm glad you've been enjoying yourself, slave." Mitchell said. "But the master's pleasure always comes first, and last. You're not done yet."

Mitchell went to work, unchaining Michael's limbs. Then he flipped the lion over onto his stomach and chained him, once again spread-eagled, with each limb chained to a different corner. But Mitchell allowed him some slack this time, enough so that he was able to get up on his hands and knees.

The panther climbed onto the bed, standing behind the lion. He knelt down and pulled Michael's tail aside with one hand and pulled the lion up onto his hands and knees with the other. Michael could feel the head of Mitchell's great cock brushing against his ass.

"Have you ever been mounted before, slave?" Mitchell asked.

"Yes, Sir. But only once." Michael replied.

"Very well." Said the panther. "Let's get down to business."

Mitchell suddenly thrust forward, impaling the young lion with his dick. Michael gasped with the pain as he was penetrated, the panther's cock sliding deep inside him, as far as it could, Mitchell's groin slamming against his butt cheeks.

The muscular panther stopped there, using one hand to massage Michael's lower back. The lion purred as the pain of the penetration gave way to the pleasure of having Mitchell inside him.

"How's that?" Mitchell wanted to know.

"Fantastic, my Master!" Michael answered.

"It's going to get even better." Mitchell chuckled.

The panther withdrew from him a little and then slammed in again. Michael let out a growl of delight.

"Want some more?" Said Mitchell. Although Michael couldn't see his face from the position he was in, he was sure the panther was smiling.

"Oh yes, my Master!" The young lion nodded enthusiastically.

"Then convince me you want some more!" Mitchell laughed. "Beg for it!"

"Please, my grand master!" Michael begged. "Please use this slave and his ass for your pleasure!"

Without another word, Mitchell went to work, moving his cock in and out, in and out, each time slamming in hard, drawing a fresh moan of pleasure from the chained lion he was fucking.

Michael just knelt there like a good slave, gladly accepting the thick panther cock being repeatedly thrust into him. The heat of sexual ecstasy washed over him again as he became lost in the moment.

The panther's powerful hands took hold of the lion's hips, holding him steady as he worked. Mitchell had established a good rhythm, steadily thrusting in and out of Michael.

The two felines were like that for some time, Mitchell shoving his cock into Michael again and again and again. The lion was now constantly groaning in ecstasy, never wanting it to end. Both were hot and sweaty from their exertion.

After what could have been an eternity, Mitchell started thrusting faster, building toward a climax, a low growl coming from his throat. Beneath him, Michael was already bracing himself.

Mitchell was really throwing himself into it, pounding Michael's ass harder and harder, filling the lion's head with indescribable sensations of both pleasure and pain.

And then it happened. The big panther thrust in one final time, letting out an almighty snarl. As his cock slammed home, he came, shooting his hot creamy load deep into the young lion.

Michael gasped and growled, momentarily lost in his orgasm, the panther's spunk filling up him, sending waves of delight washing over him. He dug his hands into the bed, his whole body squirming and shuddering within his restraints.

When he was done, Mitchell stayed where he was, his cock still deep inside Michael, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath. The young lion was also breathing hard, out of breath.

"Well, my slave." Mitchell gasped. "How was that?"

"Wonderful, Master." Michael panted. "The most incredible sexual experience of my life."

The muscular panther withdrew, pulling his cock free of the lion's ass, letting Michael slump to the bed, exhausted. Mitchell climbed off and walked around the bed, releasing the chains that held Michael to the bed. But he left them attached to the restraints on the lion's wrists and ankles.

Mitchell then laid down on the bed beside Michael, pulling him close and hugging him tightly with his big arms. The young lion purred. The panther replied by gently stroking his head fur.

"You've done very well as a slave." Mitchell whispered softly into Michael's ear. "You've earned a bit of a rest. Just lie here with me and rest before we do anything further."

That was an order Michael had no problems obeying. He snuggled against Mitchell's big chest until he was comfortable and closed his eyes.

Within moments the young lion was asleep, dreaming pleasant dreams.

To Be Continued...