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Jericho drummed his fingers nervously on the armrest of the den's easier chair as he waited impatiently. The polar bear had taken a series of incredible risks over the last few weeks, and to some extent he was already regretting them.

Hiring those kidnappers... paying tens of thousands of dollars to that surgeon. The wealthy man had spent the last few days half convinced that the police were going to beat down the door to his manner any moment.

But they never did. And just a short while ago Jericho had received word that his godson was en route. His dear handsome lion was finally coming home.

Reaching over to the table nearest the chair, the polar bear grabbed the frame picture. It was taken at Lance's high school graduation, and showed the young teenager hugging his 'papi' with all his strength. Jericho remembered how proud he'd been that day.

And today was an occasion that was even more momentous. Because today was the day that two lives became one.

Setting the picture frame back down, the gentleman tried to ignore the needful throbbing emanating from his over-full sack. The polar bear had been saving himself for over a week and he was tired of waiting. He'd waited long enough. For years and years he'd had to watch Lance grow up from a polite distance. Now the time was right to finally close the distance that divided them.

Then, finally, the doorbell rang.

The polar bear had to resist the urge to sprint to the door as fast as he could. Instead, he kept his dignity about him as he strode out of the den, down a couple hallways, into the elegant entryway, and opened the door.

Before him stood the moment glorious sight he'd seen in his life.

The golden boy himself. Maned. Beatiful. Grinning up at him like the young fool he was. It was perfect.

Stepping forward and gripping Lance in a two-armed bear hug, Jericho was delighted to feel his godson hugging him back with his well-toned arms. Pressing his nose into the boy's mane, the godfather took in a lungful of the teenager's delicious, masculine scent. He smelled like nirvana.

It was the boy who spoke up first.

"Hey papi. I missed you."

Keeping himself collected enough to avoid tearing up, the polar bear softly replied back through the boy's long hair, "Hey Lance. I missed you too."

Pulling the boy inside the house and closing the door behind him, Jericho let himself get a good look at the lion. He was a studly adonis by anyone's estimation, the polar bear decide. A jock stud, through and through.

But then Lance's papi experienced an unpleasant lurching sensation his stomach. There was no denying what had been done to boy. What he'd paid to have done to the recent high school graduate. The polar bear had forever altered his godson's life. His very destiny. He just hoped the lad would forgive him.

That unpleasant thought aside... even more troubling, Jericho wasn't sure how to begin. It was one thing to record a private erotic video in the privacy of your own home. It quite another to put the moves on your own family. Blood relative or not.

Still... the man knew that he had waited for this moment long enough. This was not the time to let cowardice take the wheel. Jericho knew it was time to act.

And so he heard himself ask aloud, "Lance... would you come over here and put your hand down the front of papi's pants? I have something I'd like to show you."

Blinking a couple times at the unexpected request, the lion's confusion was apparent when he eventually responded, "Ummm, sure papi... no problem... but isn't that a little...ummmm...?"

Even as the younger male stepped forward towards his godfather, the polar bear could tell that the lad was having trouble finding the word he was looking for. But even deeper than that, the lion wasn't able to mentally articulate to himself why he was feeling the need for hesitation. His brain just felt fuzzy whenever he tried to focus on the small shadow of a thought that was telling him that he should reconsider what he was doing.

But since no valid reasons for not fulfilling such a straightforward request sprang to mind, the high school jock stood before his perpetually affectionate godfather, gave the man a sincere smile, and then reached out and pressed his hand down into the polar bear's sweat pants. It was at that point that the lion found himself legitimately surprised to be cupping his papi's swollen cock.

Speaking almost entirely out of instinct as he gripped the other man's fleshy battering ram, Lance asked, "S-sir? What are you doing!?"

Making sure to keep himself calm and collected, the polar bear replied, "That's what I wanted to show you, my boy. How happy I am to see you. Since this is the cock you'll be gagging on in a moment, I thought a proper introduction was in order."

The young man didn't really 'get' what his godfather was trying to imply, so he squeezed and stroked his papi's love muscle, trying to get all the pieces to fit together in his head. In the end though he was still having trouble, so he asked his godfather, "You mean... I'm... really going to be sucking your...?"

Incredibly turned on by the lion's gentle attentions, the polar bear merrily announced, "Oh much more than sucking, lad. When we start working on your oral skills, you'll almost certainly be gagging, heaving, and nearly retching around my stalk. Doesn't that sound like fun? It'll feel so phenomenal when we get your lips smooshed up against my crotch fur."

An irritating buzzing sensation in the back of his head was threatening to break Lance's concentration on the conversation at hand. But Lance redoubled his efforts on paying attention to his godfather, and while playing with the older male's furry, golf-ball sized testicals, the youth mumbled, "...Couldn't we just, you know, watch some movies or something?"

Upon hearing this, Jericho laughed so hard his belly began to ache. After a few seconds of this he grinned lovingly at his one and only godson and said, "Okay, I'll make you a deal. How about we do both? You put in some quality time choking on my meat, learning to handle it properly, and later we'll put on some action movies in the den. Deal, partner?"

Seeing his papi happy made the lion happy. Smiling back in response to the polar bear's endearing mannerisms, Lance eagerly responded, "Yeah! That sounds great, sir."

Placing a paw on his the lion's sturdy shoulder, Jericho told him, "That's what I like to hear! Excellent spirit of adventure you have there. Okay, down you go."

"...Sir?" Lance inquired, caught off guard.

"I mean down your knees, lad. Go ahead and pull down my sweat pants as you go."

Feeling unsure of himself and indescribably uncomfortable with the situation, the jock quietly whined, "But... I... that's your... papi, please--"

"Don't you 'papi, please' me, young man! You've kept me pent up and waiting over a week and now you're going to stand here, tease me mercilessly with your paw, and then try and leave me with blue balls? I thought your parents and I raised you better than that, Lance. At least have the courage to tell me to my face that you think you're too good for your papi's dick."

Part of him felt that the polar bear was being terribly unfair, but an even larger part felt deeply ashamed at how rude his thoughtless behavior was.

"Gosh... I'm so sorry papi. Just... what should I do...?"

"That's alright Lance, I've already forgiven you. And I'll even let you make it up to me. Just get down on your knees, tug down my pants, and hold your mouth open. Papi will take care of the rest. I've even thought ahead by giving the staff the day off. Come now... down you go."

Letting himself be maneuvered onto his knees by the older mans firm push on his shoulders, the lion let go of his godfather's member as he shifted his grip, leveraging his downward moment to encourage the man's pants down. Once the waistband was past the wide part of his hips, the sweats fell into a clump on the ground, bunched up around the polar bear's white furred ankles.

At the same time, the jock got his very first in-person look at his papi's cock. It was broad, heavy, red, and swollen. Plus, it was pointed directly towards Lance's face. The lion was stunned by what he saw. But not so stunned that he didn't obediently open his mouth, as instructed.

"No, Lance. Don't look at it. That's the mean, hard cock that's about to abuse you. Look up here, at me. Into my eyes. Know that I'm here for you, even as that red beast roughs you up. Keep making eye contact -- don't look away, lad. I'll be here for you the whole time, supporting you no matter how badly that vicious, veined monster hurts you. Now remember godson, no biting, and try and get in breaths whenever you can. Papi loves you, so, so much."

As the twelve inch behemoth lined itself up with the entrance to the jock's open mouth, Lance began to get extremely nervous. This unease grew into fear when the shaft's pre-slicked cochead bumped into his lower lip.

Lance didn't know what to say. No coherent sentences would formulate in his mind... his words drifting away like sand caught in the wind.

"Papi... I...please... sir!"

It was at that moment that the polar bear paid attention to the lion's newly altered way of thinking. The unsophisticated naivety of it... child like and lacking the capacity for deceit or cynicism. In many ways, his godson was the same exact lad he'd grown to cherish over the years. But in other ways Lance was now far more vulnerable... in need of his papi's protection. And with this in mind, the godfather decided that he would weave a bedtime story for his new charge... a tale of high-fantasy to help the lad make sense of his new world.

Using his large paw to softly stroke the boy's soft, flowing mane, Jericho offered, "Shhh. Hush now, child. If you're that worried, maybe try... kissing the angry Red Beast. Maybe, if you're particularly humble and quite lucky, you can convince it to go easy on you. It won't listen to me... but maybe if it came from you...?"

Long seconds ticked by as Lance attempted to come to grips with his situation. But since he had no idea what the best course of action was, and was increasingly afraid of the bobbing foot-long terror that was inches from his eyes, the lion took his godfather's advice to heart. Pursing his lips, the jock planted a kiss right on the beast's single, salty eye and whispered, "Please be gentle, mister Red Beast."

Intensely turned on by the boy's erotic display of supplication, the polar bear grip the teenager's mane with both hands, crammed the first two inches of his achingly eager member into the boy's mouth, and said, "I can't hold it back anymore. Be brave, Lance. It's okay to cry."

A split second and one powerful hip thrust later, and the fat shaft was crammed eight inches into Lance's muzzle as he reflectively gagged and made as if to pull back. But Jericho was ready for him, and with two polar bear arms guiding his head and holding it in place, again and again the older man bludgeoned the entrance to the high schooler's throat as the bear moaned out in exquisite pleasure.

Looking down, the man saw his godson looking back up, the youth's eyes pleading at him. Slamming his fuck-stick as far back as he could manage, Jericho made sure to deprive the boy of life sustaining air as he tried to comfort the boy by reiterating, "Papi's here, buddy. Papi is right here and I'm not going anywhere. We're in this together, you hear? Just ride it out, Lance. You're doing great. I know you can do it, son. You can defeat the beast. I know you have it in you! You just have to outlast it. Catch your breath whenever you can. I love you, Lance. Hang in there!"

Pulling out a few inches, the polar bear saw the panic in the jock's eyes as he tried to take a deep breath in, only to be cut off his godfather's thick dick once more cut off the flow of oxygen to his lungs and brain.

"Don't pass out, champ! I need your help to quell the beast. I can't do this without you... but between the two of us, we can get the red menace to quiet for a time. Use those pretty lips of yours and suck out his essence."

Gasping in breath whenever he could as the fucking began in earnest, Lance had a sudden revelation, even as he tried to ride out the oral assault. He realized that his beloved godfather was, at this very moment, suffering just as much as he was. That the angry Red Beast was their mutual enemy, and that right now, at this very moment they were fighting him together. With that epiphany in mind, the lion realized that his papi had already given him the key to victory. The polar bear just told him, moments ago, what he had to do to slay the ruby demon. He had to suck the life force out of it!

Overcoming the tremendous shock of having his face pummeled again and again by the aggressive creature, the strong, vital jock recovered and began his counter assault. As the fiend sought to choke the life out of him, licked and lapped at the brute, turning his own tongue into both sword and shield. Watching his godfather's expression, Lance was reinvigorated when he saw hope spring forth in his papi's eyes. They could do it! Together they were beating it back!

The polar boar groaned and bit his lip when his sensitive flesh told him that the lion cub had suddenly become an active participate in his own degradement. With that kinky thought, Jericho felt himself tip over the edge. Though he'd planned on taking his sweet time putting his godson's virgin mouth to good use, the days of abstinence proved to be too much for him.

The older man shouted out, "You did it, boy! He's wounded! Quick, swallow all of his essence... don't let any escape!"

Triumphantly, the sore throated lion made sure to swallow each and every drop of the vile beast's fluids as Jericho shuddered with ecstasy. Lance was filled with joy that he and his papi pulled through. That they'd conquered the one-eyed serpent.

Sucking and slurping on the polar bear's deflating erection, the jock waited patiently until the man extracted his shrinking rod from his tender jaw. Still on his knees, but now smiling up at his godfather, the teenager who was now able to speak declared, "We did it, papi! We killed the beast! We won!"

Rubbing the misunderstanding boy on the head with a comforting pat, Jericho explained, "If only it were that simple, Lance. You see, we were only able to force it to retreat. The beast is far too powerful to be killed. But by working hard and doing your best, you've saved us for a time. I couldn't be more proud of you, godson. In my book, you're a real hero."

Confused and disheartened, Lance asked, "You mean... it'll be back?"

"Yes, lad. It might minutes, hours, or even days, but sooner or later the red beast will be back. Lance... I hate to ask but... please, would you be my hero again when the time comes?"

Of course there could be no doubt. The lion would never dream of leaving his dear papi to struggle and fight all alone, by himself.

"I'll aways be there to help you. You know that, sir. What do we do when it comes back, papi?"

"Don't worry about that now, my valiant savior. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. But there is something you should know now. I don't want this to come as a surprise to you later, so I'll swallow my pride and tell you now..."

"What is it, sir?"

"Sometimes, the beast is so angry and so powerful... he takes over, Lance. You'll know when this happens because I'll become a very different person. I'll say things I don't mean, and do things that I'll later regret, and all because of this monster between my legs. Whenever that happens, just do as you did moments ago. Endure it. Ride it out and drain the beast's life force however you can. With your mouth... hands... rear. Whatever it takes. Can you do that for me, Lance? Can you stay strong, no matter what direction the beast comes at you?"

Shining with radiant love for the polar bear, the kneeling lion patiently waited to speak until after Jericho was done using his short facial fur as a cum rag for his spent cock, and then said, "I'm here for as long as you need me, papi. You can count on me."

"I can't tell you how relieved I am to hear that, lad. Now then, let's go get you locked up and protected."

For some reason the phrase 'locked up' conjured vague, worrying memories that made Lance uneasy. Uncertainty in his voice he asked, "Locked up, sir?"

"Aye. To keep you safe from the beast's evil influence, we'll need to lock your boy shaft away using something called a chastity device. Once we stuff your lionhood into it and close the lock, you'll be protected from the red villain's corrupting powers."

Hearing it put like that, the need for the chastity cage made a lot of sense to the jock, but he wasn't still wasn't entirely convinced.

"Oh, okay. Yeah, totally. But how long until it comes off?"

Leaning over and kissing his godson on the forehead, Jericho did his best to comfort the youth as he continued, "I'm sorry Lance, but once the chastity cage goes on I'm afraid I'll have to weld the lock shut. It's just too risky that the Red Beast might uncover the key and use it against you. In case of an emergy I can always use bolt cutters on the mechanism, of course. But you shouldn't expect it to come off anytime soon. You have no idea how much your sacrifice means to me, son. I love you more than words can express."

There was a terrible buzzing somewhere between the lion's ears. It sounded worse than a dull blade was cutting through a redwood tree. Then it turned into a brief hiss of static, before silence reigned once more.

Blinking and shaking his head to gather his thoughts, Lance leaned forward, kissed his godfather on the cheek and said, "It won't be that bad. I've gone without jacking before. Sometimes for whole days!"

Hearing how compliant, mailable, and obedient his godson was being, Jericho was tempted to fuck the teenager right then and there, on the entry way tile. But the polar bear hold off, knowing that it would be all the sweeter for the waiting.

Mind moving on to more interesting and fun topics, the young man wondered aloud, "Can we watch action movies now, sir?"

Pulling his pants back up before Lance noticed his swiftly re-inflating arousal, the papi chuckled and stated, "Sure thing, lad. But first, let's head up stairs and get that little tadpole of yours safely locked away. When's the last time you stroked off?"

Somewhat embarrassed to admit it, the jock muttered, "I dunno... maybe two or three days ago?"

"Hmm, let's just call that two days ago then. I'll mark the upstairs calendar. That way, when you're penis is locked away, I can ask you: how many days have you been safe from the Red Beast? And you can happily reply back, two days, papi! And tomorrow, you can brag about three days. And then four after that, and so on and so on. Soon you'll become very proud of that number, Lance. Especially as it grows larger and larger. First two digits, then three... and eventually even four! Just think of how proud you can be of yourself when you can thump your well exercised pecs with your fist and tell me, 'I've been safe one hundred days, papi!'"

"Oh, like a video game! My score keeps going up, yeah?", the boy concluded.

Walking up the flight of stairs two the second story as the lion followed, Jericho smiled and answered, "Up and up and up, that's right boy. I've even have pins made with numbers on them that you can put on your shirt or jacket. Every ten days I'll hand you a new pin, and you can take pride knowing that you 'leveled up', as the kids say. Just don't tell anyone want the numbers mean. That will be our special, secret number. Just between you and me, godson and godfather. And that goes for anything involving the Red Beast, Lance. It's too dangerous for anyone else to be involved."

"Wow, neat! Thanks papi! But... ummm... will I still be able to look at porn?"

"If you like. I don't see any reason why you couldn't. As long as you promise me never to try and remove the device as you browse around on your computer or what have you. I couldn't bear the thought of you not being safe and protected at all times, lad. Could you do that for me? Promise me that you'll dedicate your lionhood completely to my care, That you'll help me keep it caged, no matter what sinful temptations the Red Beast whispers into your ear."

"I promise on my heart, papi. I won't let that snake get the best of me, I swear it. We'll beat the Red Beast off no matter how many times it raises it's ugly, veined head."

Biting his tongue, the polar bear decided that he'd have to paddle the lion's ass sometime in the next week or so, as punishment for calling his manhood ugly. But for the moment he'd let is slide since Jericho didn't want to take away from the life-affirming moment they were building up to. The moment when a young jock gave up his right to cum for a higher calling. The moment when a high schooler with boundless potential admitted that his pecker was useless to everyone, including himself. The moment when a horny boy learned to focus on other men's needs, rather than his own selfish desires.

Feeling himself begin to fill out the small amount of space in the front of his sweat pants, the polar bear stopped in one of the upstairs' hallways and asked, "Speaking about beating off the beast... did you know that it is possible to sometimes strike out at the red menace before he has a chance to attack?"

Excited and filled with innocent glee, Lance responded, "No papi, I had no idea... that's amazing!"

"It certainly is a handy tool in our holy crusade against him, godson. Here... let me show you. Take down my pants again, only this time be very careful not to wake or anger the beast."

Unsure of himself, the jock's hands were almost shaking in apprehension, alarmed at the consequences of waking the ruby demon. But not willing to appear a coward before his godfather, Lance ever so carefully slipped down his papi's pants, exposing the monster for the second time that day. Except, this time it wasn't fully hard.

Jericho continued his explanation.

"You see? It has not yet awakened, lad. Quickly, you must act before it comes to. Take the Red Beast in hand and gently massage and caress it. This will keep it locked in the thralls of slumber, even as it rises."

Recalling how painful and scary it was when the monstrosity had gotten the drop of them, Lance was only too amenable to the notion of keeping the red serpent dormant. Reaching out with both hands, the lion used the soft pads of his fingers to fondle and pet the villain.

"Papi... I think it's working!"

"You're a natural, Lance. A born champion. I knew you always meant for this. Begin stroking it now... and point its mouth towards the hardwood floor. In subsequent campaigns we'll use a cup whenever we can to contain the Red Beast's essence, but for now we'll make do with the floor's wood paneling."

"Alright sir. Whatever you say. I trust you! But... there is this one thing I should probably tell you..."

"What is it, boy? Speak up. And don't stop stroking. You're making great progress."

"I think I'm getting hard... you know, down there. Should we worry? What if the Red Beast is already attacking me?"

"It's still slumbering at the moment so it couldn't be attacking you directly... but it's corrupting aura is very powerful, and we have not yet made you safe inside your chastity device. Hurry, take off your pants and underwear and I will inspect the damage. But whatever you do, keep rubbing! Any hesitation or pause could doom both of us."

Biting his lip in anxiety, Lance used one hand to strip himself from the waist down while keeping the other hand actively engaged in keeping the Red Beast comatose. Gripping the base of his now rigid stalk, the jock held it up towards his godfather so the wiser man could take a good look.

Leaning over a bit to examine the lion's erection more closely, the polar bear clucked his tongue and said, "It's worse than I feared. We must drain it of the aura's poison. I will take on this task, lad. You keep your eyes on the veined one."

Deciding that it would be easier to track precisely how long the boy had been in chastity if he knew for certain the true start date, Jericho took the lion roughly in hand and starting jerking and squeezing it way too hard to be strictly pleasurable for the jock.

Voice tight from acute discomfort, Lanced pleaded, "Papi, please! That's too hard..."

"It's the only way, godson. I must drive the demon's poison out. I'm sorry Lance, this is all my fault. I should have chastised you the moment you walked through that door. If I had, you'd be soft and safe inside your cage at this very moment, no matter how much the Red Beast tempted you to get hard."

And so both of the male's shafts were played with. One delicately and sweetly, the other hard and relentlessly. Taking advantage of this opportunity to explore his godson's cock for the first ever, Jericho pinched, pulled, prodded. But this was only the beginning. In no hurry to reach his climax now that the edge of his need had already been taken care of by Lance's inexperienced mouth, the polar bear denied himself nothing. Even as the lion made small sighs and grunts of distress, the jock's papi simultaneous pleasured and tormented the teenager's six inch rod.

Balls were tugged and slapped. The cockhead twisted and yanked. Sensitive spots were found and exploited far too firmly. Rock hard bear nails raked up and down the frail pink shaft. The boy's whole member taken between two furred hands and bent a few degrees backwards, then forwards. The piss slit was pried open, then rubbed raw by the godfather's thumb pad. And the entire time the jock's dick was stroked too fast and squeezed too tightly.

All the while, Jericho's own pole was busy receiving the royal treatment. Scared to death of waking the 'Red Beast', Lance tried his hardest to ignore the too-intense sensations coming from his own crotch, and instead set himself pampering the evil serpent into a false sense of security. Having defeated the monster once before, the lion knew he had it within himself to fell the hellion once more. He would drain it of it's vital juices, weakening it and rendering it harmless... even if only for a time.

Noticing his godson's rising balls, the polar bear figured that the youth wouldn't last much longer. For a second or two, Jericho entertained the idea of painfully compressing the boy's balls as he spurted out his load. To make sure all the poison was squeezed out, he'd of explained to the wailing jock. But affection and generosity won out, and as Lance began to jizz out a hearty sized load, the older man settled for merely yanking uncomfortably hard on the lad's ball flesh as he pointing both of their cocks towards the same spot on the floor.

Working as a team of sorts, the polished wood was coated with long streams of creamy cum, in some areas forming small puddles while in other beading the dark wood white.

Collecting himself as he winced from the sum discomfort his spent shaft's nerves were angrily reporting, the optimistic high schooler sought to learn, "Did we win, sir?"

Using two thick fingers to squeeze out the last few droplets of seed from his godson's spent unit, the man reported, "You bet we did, champ. I'm truly impressed. All you need to do now is get down there and clean up his essence before the beast has a chance to gather it back."

Not so brain damaged as to fail to see where this was going, the former student still felt compelled to ask, "You mean... with my mouth?"

"Well I certainly don't mean with mine, young man. A hero never complains, Lance. No dragging your heels then. Down you go. Let's see some good, sweeping tongue action. Sweep, scoop, swallow. That's all there is too it!"

The unpleasant buzzing was back. Maybe it was more akin to a hive of wasps? Or old fashion television static. But just as mysterious as it had appeared, the sound went away and the godson found himself on his knees, his long tongue already pressed against the floor, coated in their combined output. It had a strong salty taste, but Lance didn't let that deter him as he set about accomplishing the task.

While the well-proportioned jock was busy working over square inch after inch of floor space, Jericho took the opportunity to step away and grab something from his office. By the time he located the package and made it back, the boy had only managed to lick and swallow roughly a third of the mess, so heavy was their combined spray.

Ignoring his protesting knees and he got down the floor himself, papi parked himself behind his unacceptably unchaste charge and set himself to fixing that very problem.

Already having accepted that this was coming, Lance didn't bother to protest or even pause in his oral floor cleaning as Jericho took the time he needed to ensure the tightest, most comfortable fit possible.

The device itself was a work of art. An a highly expensive one at that. Leveraging the latest in self-cleaning invisible carbon tunes and semi-organic hybrid allow materials, the polar bear knew he'd found the world's most perfect cock cage after he'd opened its shipping package, and not solely because of it's space age materials. The true reason the hefty male fell in love with it at first sight was simple. It looked and felt exactly like an aroused, nine inch lion shaft. It was nearly erie how close they were able to replicate the touch and feel. But for over twenty thousand dollars, Jericho figured you get what you pay for.

In terms of applying it to the cummed-out teenager's now soft flesh, it was delightfully easy. Papi only had to slip Lance's own much smaller penis through the perfectly sized hole behind the cage's fake hollow balls and then feed it down through the dildo cage's empty tube-like shaft. Next Jericho forcefully push the jocks balls through the now much tighter entry way. First one, then the other.

With the device in place, it occurred to the polar bear that had he not known without a doubt that cock he was looking at was fake, he would have readily assumed that Lance was randy and well endowed. But the truth behind the facade was much kinkier. Inside the unbelievably life-like prison-dildo, a young boy's cock was deadened to all outside touch and sensation. In addition, it was oppressively compressed by the tiny area afforded to it inside the unyielding walls of the pink cage.

Illicit erections weren't just unlikely. They were an absurd impossibility.

Next, a sturdy band was applied to the base of the device, at the border where crotch skin met imposter alloy. The final piece was a subtle but nearly unbreakable lock. Flatted out with rounded edges, it was mostly hidden behind the dildo's authentic seeming balls. The lock kept the band tightly in place, preventing the higher schooler's boyhood from being extracted... no matter whether through accidentally skippage or through purposeful, desperate tugging.

Rounding out the perfect package, the thing even bent and moved like the real deal. Perhaps ever so slightly floppier than the genuine article, the chastity cage was in almost every other respect a perfect replica of a porn-star's lionhood. Even down the plump cockhead and ever-so-slightly-gaping piss slit that the jock would now piss out of.

Then, with a snapping clank as the lock threaded shut, it was done. For the first time in his adolescent life, Lance was finally 'safe'.

Like a young child with a new shiney toy, the white furred godfather lost himself in the immersive experience of seeing just how life-like the orgasm denial device was. It was only when his godson turned around, using the back of his furry arm to clean off the area around his mouth that he noticed Lance was done and the floor spotless.

Moving the nine inches of artificial schlong to and fro through the air, Jericho waved at Lance with his own cock cage, joyfully proclaiming, "You're safe now! Not only can the Red Beast not get to you, look how spectacular you look! It's like you've grown up and become a real man over night. Now this is the weapon a hero like you deserves. Here... take it in hand, my godson. Give it a few practice strokes. See how it feels between your fingers."

Wary of the creepily true to life jumbo hard-on strapped around his own modest rod, Lance did as his papi bid and reached out and grabbed the cage.

"It feels... like I'm holding someone else, sir. It's too warm and tight.... Papi, I don't like it!"

Using his large paw to ruffle his godson's hair and mane, the polar bear retorted, "Change is always hard to accept, my boy. Give it time. After two or three months of it, it'll feel like a second skin. You'll probably even forget it's there, most of the time.

Smart enough to know when to keep his complaining to himself, Lance refrained from disagreeing with his papi. But he knew it in his heart it would be nearly impossible to forget about the big pink cage. How was he even suppose to fit in back into his pants?

But that would prove to a problem for another time as his godfather had already stored away the lion's underwear and pants when he went to go fetch the penis prison. Thinking ahead, the man knew that he'd want to enjoy seeing the pink fake erection for the rest of the day. After spending this much money on it, it was would have been absurd to have it be obscured from vision by a pointless layer of denim. And when constantly seeing it lost its exoticness, he had a number of too-tight pants for the lad to wear, fitted perfectly for just this situation.

Anyone checking out the lion while he donned one of his papi's special gift pants would be unlikely to overlook the nine inch package on display. A shoplifter would have better luck trying to smuggle an extra-large banana in their pants than Lance would in avoiding attention.

Sounding a bit worn out, the put-upon jock asked the older male,"Papi, can we watch movies now? Please?"

Planting a second kiss on the boy's head, Jericho said, "Of course, lad. But I get to pick first. Hmmm... hooooow about.... Oh! I know just the one. It's called, Twelve Gorillas, One Fox. It's about a young boy, about your age actually, who wanders into the bad side of town while taking a walk. They see him, pull him inside of an abandoned building, and then spend the next two hours... well, I won't spoil the surprise. But trust me, you'll love it. It's one of my all time favorites."

Once more happy and smiling, Lance stood up and answered, "Wow, sounds like it's full of action! Can't wait!"

Watching his mostly naked godson walk down the hall, his porn-star cock swinging around like a pendulum as he went, the polar bear followed closely behind and said, "Oh there's plenty of action all right. So much so that they don't really bother much with dialogue."

The older man didn't bother to mention that the reason for this was that the fox spent the majority of the movie gagging on one fat gorilla cock after the other. It would be a memory to remember: godfather and godson, sitting together on the couch, stroking each other's impressive dicks while watching pornos late into the evening.