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A New Humiliation By Draconicon

"Well, at least he won't be interrupting a meeting this time."

"It would be unlike him to pull the same trick twice, sir."

"Just as unlike me, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't do it."

"If you say so, sir."

Salla grumbled as his butler laid out a cup of tea for him. A few wisps of steam rose in the air before he waved his hand through it, the moisture soaking into his glove for a moment before he picked it up and took a sip. The slightly bitter green tea was a distraction for the mouse, and a welcome one. It calmed him to the point where he half -wondered if Sollon had drugged it. The rat was sneaky like that.

Then again, he wouldn't have blamed his servant if he had. His behavior had been all over the place lately, and he had the feeling that there would be consequences for it. The lion had not been clear about what was expected - beyond three small things - but Salla doubted that his new 'master' had wanted him to start fucking every feline in sight after he'd left.

He bit his lip as he felt a twitch under his tail, forcing himself to take another sip of his tea. It had less of an effect this time, and he couldn't help but linger on the memories of the last few months. Paid encounters with a number of different felines that Sollon had vetted had increased for nearly two solid months. Several of them had been paid enough to afford a new house, while even the least used had been given enough to make sure that they could live comfortably for the rest of the year. Those that had tried to get more had gotten the usual dose of amnesiacs, and they'd been left behind.

Then, this month...

His pants felt tighter as he swallowed another mouthful of tea. This month things had started to get out of control. Rather than letting Sollon bring his paid doms to him, he'd gone out to look for them himself. He, a crime lord with employees and companies under his thumb across the country, had wandered the streets at night like a common whore, just waiting for the attention of someone that liked the look of his ass.

It was a nightmare. A highly pleasurable nightmare, but a nightmare nonetheless. If anyone found out about this - and it had only been due to his butler's diligence that the tales hadn't spread - he would be ruined. His reputation would be shattered beyond repair, and who knew what would happen?

Tonight, the lion was coming. The same lion that had unlocked this ravenous slut in him with a single night of fun was coming to pay a visit. No doubt to see what sort of slut that I have become, Salla thought. He was almost tempted to cancel it, considering the consequences of the last time the lion had had his ass, but there were two problems with that.

The first was that he didn't think that Pebble would listen. The lion was his own man, despite that contract that he'd gotten the bigger male to sign. The first night had been an interruption of a rather important business meeting, something that took a special kind of confidence to interrupt. If he were to call the lion, he doubted that Pebble would listen and stay away if he requested it.

The second reason was because he wasn't sure that he wanted the lion to stay away. It was embarrassing to admit it, but after having that big black lion cock under his tail the first time, he'd been working to recapture that feeling with all the other felines he'd had Sollon hire. The thought of running away from the lion now, of not getting that cock again after waiting for three months, was more than he could bear.

He shuddered as he finished his tea, setting the cup down on the table before getting to his feet.

"When he arrives, send him through to the bedroom."

Barely recognizing Sollon's nod, the mouse made his way to the back of his suite. The room was open already, and he paused in the doorway. Several bottles of lube lay on the ground, spent from all the toy riding and general fuckery that had occurred in this room of late. Six different toys were spread out on the ground, some of them still wet from an earlier ride that way. Not one of them was less than two and a half inches around or shorter than seven inches, and every one of them had the bumps along the head to resemble feline barbs.

The mouse kicked off his shoes as he walked towards them, stroking one toy with his sole as he passed it. The feeling of the soft shaft sent a tingle through his body, making his shaft all the harder. He groaned, trying to ignore it, but it was more difficult than he'd like.

He stripped down, knowing that the lion would want him prepared by the time that he arrived. The mouse pulled off his shirt and jacket, folding them gently and laying them down on a chair by the bed. His pants followed shortly after, and he sat down on the bed, looking down at himself.

Self-control was difficult to manage when he was already so aroused, and he blushed as he realized how far he had fallen. His short, four inch erection was restrained in a set of silk panties, pink against his white fur, and his toe-nails were painted a similar color at the lion's order. Along the tops of his feet, the symbol of a claw and a stinger in a circle were tattooed, yet another mark of the lion's ownership. Just the sight of them made his cock throb, the slightest hint of pre staining the front of his panties before he forced his eyes towards the ceiling.

"I am losing it. I'm seriously losing it."

Laying on his back, he kept his hands behind his head, but that didn't stop his tail from wandering up his legs and stroking along his bulge. It was completely unintended, but once he started, he couldn't stop. The simple touch made him moan, his hole twitching and begging for something to slide inside.

I wouldn't even need lube at this point, the mouse thought. He had been stretched by those toys enough that he had started using less and less lube, and his hole was still a bit slick from the last use he'd put the toys to. He doubted that it would take more than a slight nudge to get it inside again. Maybe the lion would like to walk in on his slut using a toy, for that matter. Maybe it would make him more -

"Hello, slut."

The lion's voice got his attention immediately, and the mouse leaped off of the bed. He looked up at the feline towering over him, a slight blush on his face as well as a large grin. The lion didn't return it, of course, but he never did. Doubtless because the lion saw him as more of a slut than anything else, a cum-dumpster for his own load.

That thought should not turn me on so much.

"F-" He stopped himself before he could let his frustration out. "Welcome, master."

"I hear from your butler that you've been whoring yourself out while I've been gone."

"Well, that's going to be fairly obvious the minute the panties come down, so I don't see why I should deny that."

Shaking his head, the lion shoved the mouse's clothes off of the nearby chair, sitting down in it. He never broke eye contact with Salla, his disapproval writ clear on his face.

"You do realize I have no use for whores that cannot restrain themselves, correct? If you are going to spend so much time stretching yourself out and ruining what was a nice piece of ass, I might as well stick to a virgin. I don't want a loose wrecked boypussy, I want a nice tight ass that I have to break in and adapt. If you can't restrain yourself, you can't be one of my bitches."

Something about the lion's words woke a part of the mouse that had been dormant for the last few months. Some bit of pride, perhaps, or the cleverness of the crime lord that had been missing. Whatever it was, the mouse drew himself up, managing to look down his nose towards the lion.

"I might have been whoring myself out, master, but that was due to what you did to me. One night of passion and pleasure, one night of having my ass changed permanently by that cock of yours. Do you know what you did that night? If it wasn't impossible, I would swear that you'd drugged your cum with something that would turn me into a slut. Because that's what you turned me into that night. A slut for feline cock."

"Slut or not, you should still restrain yourself. A lack of control is not something that I will tolerate in my bitches."

"Oh really? And what were my alternatives? Three months of chastity? Three months of doing nothing with my ass while I waited for you to come back and use it again?" The mouse turned, presenting his ass to the lion. He spanked himself, making the panties jiggle along with the rump beneath them. "You can't claim something and leave it alone that long, master. Not when you do what you do.

"But if you're just worried that it's not going to be a tight hole for you to fuck, don't you worry your fluffy head about that, master. I might have fucked a lot of cocks lately, but that doesn't mean I haven't been keeping it ready for you. It just means I won't be screaming in pain if you slam it in dry."

"Pain comes with being broken in, molded, shaped and made into something new. When you take that away from me, you take away one of the building blocks of the relationship. You're not a slut, so don't act like one." He motioned to the bed. "Strip and present."

If you don't think that everyone you've fucked hasn't become at least a bit of a slut, you're ignoring what your cock can do, Salla thought as he turned his attention towards the bed. He walked over to it, leaning one hand along the foot of the bed as he reached down to his panties with his other hand. A part of him wanted to argue with the lion more, but the rest of him knew just what was coming. The lion's cock was too much a temptation to risk sending away, so his issues would have to wait until later.

He pulled the panties down slowly, dragging them along his ass in a slow, teasing way. He couldn't hear anything else from his master, so he assumed that the lion was just watching. With that in mind, he made it as much a show as he could, swaying his rump from side to side as he slowly dragged his panties down, pulling them partway along the swell of his white-furred ass before pulling them halfway back up. Down, and up, down and up, each time taking it a bit further down without completely exposing himself.

Eventually he pulled them down enough to show his hole. His rim was pink and stretched, the skin visibly lighter where the fur stopped. It had the look of a well-fucked hole, the mouse knew, with a near perpetual shine from either a spit-lick or a bit of lube added down there. He swayed himself back and forth, making sure that the lion could see what he had to offer. He just hoped that it still enticed the master after this long.

For a moment, there was no response, nothing to show that his efforts were working. Salla worried that his words had done more than he wanted, that he'd accidentally turned off the lion. He almost wished he could take them back, but he clamped his mouth shut. He'd said his piece, and for once, he wasn't going to be broken and take them back. It needed to be said.

Then the moment passed. He heard the familiar zzzzzip of the lion's suit pants coming down, and he smelled the musk that had so easily entranced him the last time. A soft hiss of breath escaped his lips as he heard the lion's clothes hitting the floor, his body tensing up for a moment before relaxing as the master's musk started to fill his nose. His cock throbbed harder, oozing droplets of pre onto the floor from the sheer strength of it, and his body slowly started to warm, as if it was on fire.

"You know...next to otters and maybe a fox, you rodents have the best asses."

"Thank you s-sir."

Salla normally would have berated himself from stuttering, but as the lion's clawed fingers settled on his ass, he let it go. It felt too good to feel those big hands working his rump, pulling on the cheeks and exposing his hole even more before letting them come together again. Shudders of pleasure worked through his body, and he could feel his hole winking back at the lion. He hoped that was something that Pebble liked.

He wasn't sure how long the lion worked him with his hands, but he knew when he felt the lion's cock. He grinned wide as the barbed tip pressed against his hole, his hands curling against the bedsheets as the feline pushed in close. It was a hard slap of the lion's cock against his hole, and he gasped as it slid in without resistance. The mouse squirmed, pushing back instinctively against it before he stopped himself, shuddering at the feeling of it filling him up. Nothing like the toys, too warm for that. Nothing like the other felines, too big for that.

"Mmm...thank you...thank you, master...I hope my ass still brings you...pleasure...Please give me more...I beg you, more..."

"All in good time, bitch, all in good time. Don't forget, let me drive."

"Yes....yes sir...."

The lion's barbs scraped at his ass. Even as stretched and primed as he was, he could still feel those, feel them working over his insides. They weren't like needles the way that they'd been the first time, though. He'd trained himself enough for that. Instead, they were like raking points, scratching him rather than poking him. It was just the thing he needed for that 'itch' inside, and he moaned happily.

He expected the lion to tease him, but once more Pebble showed himself incapable of being predicted. He started his usual slow pulling back, and Salla braced himself for the minutes of teasing, of slow thrusting. It was pleasurable, but it would be torture.

Instead, he got an ass full of cock, enough of the lion's shaft sliding into him at once to drive the breath from his lungs. Salla's eyes went wide, his head falling against the bed as his ass went up. He gasped for breath, his ass twitching and clasping around that thick black cock as it slammed into him, holding inside. What little thought he had that wasn't driven away wondered how much had been pushed into him. That was much more than the initial three inches that the lion teased him with, usually, but how much more?

He didn't have the chance to find out. Almost immediately the lion started hammering away at him, the lion's body forcing him down against the bed with each hard thrust. The barbs at the tips stroked him, scratched him, and he could feel his hole tightening more than it had on any other cock. There was something about this lion that tightened him up, something that made sure that he could feel every inch inside him. It made him moan, sending his excitement soaring to heights that it hadn't reached for months, that he hadn't felt since the last time that the lion was in his bed.

Back and forth the lion went, and Salla couldn't move against him even if he wanted to. Each slam into his hole seemed to stretch it, and he swore that he was sweating back there, almost like his body was trying to lube up his hole as if it were a pussy. No, not a pussy. A mancunt. The mouse blushed at the thought, but it felt all too right, particularly with the way that the lion seemed so intent on breeding him the way he was doing.

It couldn't have been more than five minutes before he came for the first time. His big balls drew up tight to his crotch as he came, his load splattering over the sheets in front of him, some bit of it landing on his chest instead. The mouse barely cared. He just squeezed down harder on the lion's cock and begged for more, wanting more of that big black cock hammering him, and wanting to be milked of more of his cum.

His breath came in gasps as the fuck went on, his body slowly going limp on the bed. Every so often, he could feel his cock throb and another orgasm overwhelm him as time went on, but he barely noticed that. All of his pleasure came from that cock in his ass, that big, perfect, throbbing lion cock, and he wanted to give back the pleasure that the lion was giving him. He wanted him to enjoy himself just as much as Salla was enjoying getting his ass fucked. His mancunt fucked. The word was so hard to escape from.

He felt the lion's breath against the back of his neck, and he groaned.

"You're not being loud enough, bitch. If my cock makes you want to squeal, squeal."

The master punctuated his statement with a hard, almost painful thrust. Almost painful, because it still felt too good in his puffy ass to be anything but pleasurable. Salla moaned out loud, the first sound aside from a gasp he'd made in some time, and smiled.

"Oh, master...your cock...it feels too damn good...I can't think when it's in me..."

Another set of hard thrusts shoved his face into the bedsheets, and he groaned as he was silenced. He panted hard against them, muffled groans and moans coming up. He felt a hand against the back of his head, and he was turned to face the side. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the master's face, stony and emotionless, utterly focused.

"Thank you...thank you for your cock...it feels perfect...damn...so good...."

The master never responded, at least not verbally. Instead, he picked up the pace, his hips moving faster, those large lion balls slapping against the mouse's rump. Salla grinned both at the sound and the feeling, and lifted his voice, moaning louder with each passing second until he was almost screaming his pleasure. The sound of the lion's thrusts joined his voice, making a squelch-slap sound every time the lion thrust in.

The sounds of their fuck continued for who knew how long. Salla's clock had been unplugged sometime during the session, so he sure didn't know. What he did know was that the lion must have been getting closer, considering that his cock was throbbing harder and harder in the mouse's hole, and he could feel more of it sliding in, more of that magnificent shaft filling his ass.

Eventually, when he swore that his voice was going to go out and his chest was pressed flat in a puddle of cum on his bed, he heard the lion's roar. His ass was half numb from the scratching of the barbs and the fucking it had received, but he still felt the load spurting in his ass. Salla joined the lion in a ragged moan, arching his back up against his master as he was filled to the brim with thick lion seed. It made him feel so warm, so claimed, and his cock throbbed in a miniature orgasm of its own. Fit for a mini-cock, he supposed.

He panted as the lion almost fell on top of him, the two of them laying on the bed with their legs hanging off the end. His breath came short and ragged, while the lion just panted. He thought that perhaps he should say something, but there was nothing that came to mind to say.

Somewhere during the afterglow, Pebble pushed them further up the bed so that they were properly laying down, never removing that oozing cock from his ass. Salla was somewhat glad of that. The pleasure of having it inside was obvious, of course, but there was also the fact that this was an expensive set of linens. He could replace it, of course, but it was nice not to have them TOO stained before he had to go and do it.

A few minutes later, Pebble pulled out of his ass. As he clenched himself tight to keep as much inside as he could, Salla felt the bed shift and the lion's cock press against his feet. The simple touch nearly ignited his desire for more, and he had to really control himself as his master wiped some of his seed along his feet.

"Another reminder that you are mine. Remember that."

The lion got up, taking his clothes and getting dressed. Salla looked over his shoulder to watch, smiling as the lion got his stuff together and left. He almost called out, wondering if he should apologize for what he said earlier, but he didn't. It just didn't seem to be the time. And maybe it would get the lion to come back again sometime sooner.

Sollon joined him in the room a short time after, sitting down beside him with a number of cleaning towels. As the rat wiped up his ass and the bed, he said,

"I hope that your time with Master Pebble was as good this time as it was the last."

"Better, if that's even possible."

"I imagine it is. That lion is a male of many talents."

The mouse nodded as the rat cleaned up the cum along the back of his legs, though Sollon left the marks on his ass and his feet, as he had been instructed. When it came time for him to roll over, Sollon gestured to the closet.

"Will you be needing a plug, sir?"

"For a while, yes. Get the green one."

"A good choice, sir."

A moment later - and having his ass plugged with a green toy a good 3 inches wide - the mouse rolled over. Sollon continued his cleaning duties, wiping down Salla's stomach as the mouse stared up at the ceiling. It was a ritual that the two of them had done for some time, and he barely paid attention to it now.

"Do you think he'll keep me waiting for another three months?"

"Who can say, sir? He does what he does."

"Still, I wish I could think of something to motivate him. That was way too long for something like this."

"I can't tell you what to do, sir. All I can suggest is to wait, and hope for the best."

"Well, he better hope that he gets back here, or I'm going to need more cock than I want to think about."

"Oh dear. Do I need to call the Cat Scratch Squad again, sir?"

"No, not yet. Just...just have the number there, in case I do need it."

The rat sighed. "Very well, sir."

A few months later, things had taken a turn that he hadn't expected. Oh, it could have been the stress of things, considering the nausea and the bed rest he'd been forced to take. Even the strange fevers that came and went could have been put down to the stress of managing both a criminal empire and his own lusts.

The bigger belly that came with it, however, was not so easily explainable.

It had taken an exorbitant payment to get someone to actually examine him and not blab the story, but it had been worth it to find out that he was pregnant. Pregnant with feline children. The doctor had been as shocked as he was, if not more shocked. After all, male pregnancy - while existing - certainly wasn't common.

Once he was over the initial shock, however, Salla found himself oddly looking forward to it. It would be an interesting experience, if he could make it through it. He thought that he would need some new clothes, obviously, just in case the belly bulge got much bigger and couldn't be explained by a new diet, but it should be manageable. Should be.

"That lion is going to have a lot of explaining to do the next time I see him."

Salla just hoped that he would get an explanation before the next fuck, because he knew that there was no way that he was going to get it during or after. And he hoped that Sollon would actually find a tailor soon. The rat was dragging his feet more and more lately, and he only hoped that Sollon was still loyal to him rather than shifting it over to the lion. That would be a whole new ballgame, if the rat went over to him.

But that was for another day, and another time. For now, he needed to deal with his belly, his body, and his new pregnancy. That was enough for anyone.

The End