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As the imposingly muscled lion washed and shampooed down the twinkish, much younger male ram the silence remained unbroken. It was a routine they'd repeated time and again over the last several years, so there wasn't much to say. Besides, the ram hadn't been given permission to speak.

With little choice in the matter, the slave submitted to his master's wishes, as he always did. The lion's strong digits ran firmly through his silky smooth fur, ensuring that every square inch of hide got treated with the expensive hydrating shampoo.

Rather than being for the slave's benefit, the lion had made clear very early on in their 'relationship' the reason for this particular privilege. It just boiled down to the man liking how the downy-soft fur felt against his skin while he hard-fucked his property.

Regardless of the reason, Danny still found it enjoyable. The stern male's paws roamed all over him, through the water and the suds. Top to bottom. Back to front. The ram stifled a moan as his oft-ignored member was firmly caressed in the basement corner.

It was rare that the maned dom was so generous and straightforward in granting him sexual gratification. Not wanting to spoil the moment by doing something that might cause his master to change his mind, the ram kept as quiet and still as possible as his libido's fire was stoked with long firm strokes. But meek silence wasn't what the lion had in mind, and so the alpha male asked, "Enjoying your master's attention, little slave?"

Knowing that he both had to answer respectfully while also not allowing himself to blow splooge all over the lion's hand, the ram panted out, "Yes, sir. Always, sir."

At this, the lion slowed down, a thoughtful look crossing his face as if something of gravity crossed his mind.

"Slave... 'always' isn't in the cards for you. You should know I plan to retire you soon. I've started dating again and... well...." It was obvious that the lion wasn't sure exactly how best to wrap up that thought.

For Danny's part, he was stunned. He had zero illusions on what retirement entailed. A sexual snuffing was most likely. Probably asphyxiation, hanging from his neck or choking to death on the lion's massive member. Whatever the method, the end result would be the same. Him covered in his master's cum, having already gasped his last breath. He'd been choked before by the hormonaly fueled brute, a couple times to the point of losing consciousness. But until now he'd never really believed the lion would go through with it. No matter how much the idea obviously got his juices pumping. Years ago, before the lion had made his move, the pair had briefly dated. Perhaps over the course of two or three months. They hadn't had much in common, but the sex had been incredible. His master had been one of the most handsome men he'd ever laid eyes on, so it wasn't hard for the older gentleman to talk him joining him at the hotel.

For several weeks they'd fucked almost every single day. That is, the lion had fucked him, of course. Fucked him up the ass. Fucked him in the face. Fucked him the shower. Fucked him on the bed. They went at it like two horny teenagers who didn't give two shits about the future.

Eventually they broke it off, mutually deciding that there wasn't a serious relationship budding between the two of them. They'd fucked one last time (this time with the lion grabbing ahold of the ram's horns and forcing an aggressive blowjob before taking his ass once more) and that had been that.

Or so Danny thought.

Several months later, the ram had woken up in this basement, suffering from medically induced retrograde amnesia which blocked out his memories of his own capture. A basement he hadn't been allowed to leave since.

The lion had set the tone early, not wanting his new slave to harbor any illusions about their roles or his responsibilities. He was the property and the lion his owner. Slave. Master. These becomes all too familiar concepts for the youth.

Of course he protested at first. Who wouldn't? Danny tried to reason with him. Explain to him how there was no possible way he'd be able to get away with him. But he'd been wrong. Years later (just how many, the ram wasn't sure) and help had yet to arrive. Odds were good it never would.

The master interrupted his boy's wistful nostalgia when he eventually decided how to proceed.

"I'm not ready to take him yet, but I've begun to make plans. He's pretty, like you. Younger, obviously. Larger cocked. Not that it really matters for a slave. More headstrong that you were... I expect a challenge after I bring him down. Since you two will never meet, I decided I would give you some these bare details. You're still hard, pet. Is this turning you on?"

The question caught Danny of guard. Of course his own snuffing wasn't turning him on! Yet it was a undeniable fact that he was still stiff and aching, his dripping member quivering between the lion's now softly stroking fingers.

"I can go on, if you want. I could tell you how he moans my name out when I breed him, just like you did. Maybe you'd like to hear how he managed to sweet talk me into going down on him once? After all, you've never felt my lips down there, have you? Would you like me to? Would you like to feel your master's tongue caress you, as yours has caressed me countless times before? "

To needy to hold his tongue, Danny softly sighed out, "Yes, master. Very much."

Slowly kneeling down, worn down knees protesting at the unwelcome strain, the lion shifted until his hot breath brushed over the ram's shower soaked erection.

"Your balls are especially full this week, aren't they slave? It's been longer than usual for you. I suppose I've been distracted lately, feeding that boy my meat. Meanwhile you've been here, horny and waiting for me. Hoping that when I come back, I'll be in a generous mood. And now here we are... my lips a hair's width from your dripping tip."

Danny panted. He wanted this so badly. These feelings were so humiliating. He hated himself for allowing himself to react this way after the man had just told him he was being discarded. Like a used condom or an overly worn fleshlight. But at the same time, he wanted to cum so badly. It had been a long while since the lion had allowed him to shoot his seed onto the basement floor. Too long, and he needed relief.

The lion was scrutinizing the ram's dick as if it were a piece of meat of questionable quality. He'd never really paid near this close of attention to his slave's flesh and the lion looked as though he were suddenly fascinated by twitching package.

"I never really noticed before but you have a pretty cock, slave."

With that, the master ran his warm tongue across the underside of Danny's cockhead, pulling it up and around the tip of the ram's spear until he'd slathered over the entire end of his slave's pre-spewing rod. The ram shivered in pleasure.

But in peering at his toy's unit, the lion lost his nerve, unwilling to shake up the dynamic that existed between them for so many years.

"Pretty useless, that is. Slave cum should stay safe and out of the way, in slave balls. Free men, however, get to shoot whenever they want. In fact, there's an idea. Go to your pilar, boy, and log into the Portal_Net. Time for you to perform some more community service for your betters."

The ram should have been expecting this, but he still felt bitterly let down. He'd been so close to being given a blowjob, an experience he hadn't had since his college days, when he'd met his one-day master. Instead, now he'd have to serve others. Strangers who he'd never see and never meet, whose cocks Danny would lick and suckle until they were unburdened of their free-man cum.

It was so unfair!

The Portal_Net hadn't always been installed down here in master's basement. It had apparently been invented and sold to consumers sometime during the first couple years of his enslavement. But once the price had come down enough for the lion to afford it, it had rapidly become one of the dom's favorite entertainment sources.

He'd never actually used it himself. Touching another man's cock held essentially zero interest for the man. But the lion got a special kick out of ordering his slave to provide oral pleasures to anonymous men the world over, their dicks jutting through the gloryhole like singularity.

The lion huffed softly under his breath as he forced himself to stand, his no longer youthful body protesting to him at the awkward strain. Danny knew better that to even appear as though he noticed. He tried to put his own burning needs out his mind at the same time, instead asking, "Yes, master. Are there any parameters you'd like me input before I start?"

Sometimes the lion enjoyed seeing his slave service men based around a certain theme. At these times, Danny would use the Portal_Net's matchmaking service to only link him up with men who were, for example, horses or dragons. Master enjoyed seeing him struggle with large cocks. But there were also a few occasions where the lion had decided he would only be serving members that were four to five inches in length, starting at the time, "These wimps might not be packing much of anything, but they're still free men. And that's why they get to cum in your muzzle and you have to stay pent up and dripping. Pleasure each of them like they were me. Compared to you, they are each a king."

The lion pondered his slave's question as he went to the key-coded fridge and snagged himself a beer, before settling down in the plushy easy chair beside the Portal_Net device. Using a clawed finger to pop the top, the man finally shook his head and said, "Nah. Let's roll the dice and see what we get. You won't get too many more goes at this before your retirement, so it's only fair that we give all comers their fair shot."

This time, the ram's blood ran cold at the second mention of his 'retirement'. It still wasn't a sure bet that his master was planning to snuff him, but the fact that it was such a real possibility made him genuinely worry.

Danny couldn't ask his master for clarification though. Or rather, he wouldn't. He knew the consequences for pressing his nose into matters the lion had determined were not his business. All he could say in response was a respectful, "Yes, master" and hope he was wrong about his the man's plans for him.

Taking a kneeling position on the cushions in front of the Portal_Net terminal, Danny went through the steps of booting the machines up, and logging into his own anonymous account -- MuTe_SuCk_BoY. It was expected by now that many of the men he serviced would reach out to him using the service's private messaging utility, so Master had decided that name would help get the message across. MuTe_SuCk_BoY wasn't interested in a relationship. Not that many of the men he serviced didn't try anyway. Hundreds of private messages sat unanswered in the account's inbox. The lion read most of them, once in awhile sharing a few juicy highlights to embarrass his slave.

Danny felt a wave of acute shame as that number made him realize that by this point he must have sucked off a staggering number of strangers over the years. Just like today, the ram's master often times sat in his comfortable easy chair, legs reclined, drink in hand, playing with his phone as he watched his slave work.

This time the lion was more distracted than usual, however. Typically impatient to get the show on the road, the youth's dominant captor would have already seen to it that he'd had a long one down his throat by now. But the phone held the man's attention as the lion rapidly typed text messages, his phone immediately buzzing in reply. The lion was messaging 'him', Danny was sure. His replacement.

Still, the slave knew better than to delay much longer. Sooner or later the maned master would pick his head up from the small device in his lap, and be none too pleased with the ram's lack of progress.

Sighing to himself in defeat, Danny selected 'Roulette Mode' from the interface and then 'Confirm'. All there was to do now was wait as the server algorithms decide which horny man would luck into a blowjob from a well trained sex slave.

The ram stared at the currently inactive disc like portal section of the Portal_Net device, meek trepidation evident in his expression. Still filled with lust himself, it wouldn't be entirely unwelcome to participate in an erotic sex act. Danny just wished he had more say in the matter. But it was the lion who held all the cards. The same lion who was growing bored of him. Or worse, had already grown bored.

A happy chime announced in the affirmative that a match had been made. With the link established, the disc portal opened up with a barely audible hum. The ram waited to see what the machine had in store for him.

Not that he had to wait very long at all. In just a few moments the man on the other side realized that he'd been cleared by the device on his end to thrust his meat through, to some unknown and possibly quite far away destination.

The lion had made sure this section of the basement was well lit, for his own ease of viewing, so Danny could easily make out every vein and curve as the inches pressed themselves towards his kneeling form.

It was often times hard to tell the species from the cock alone, but if master had made him guess (as the the lion was known to do), Danny would say that it was a canine of some sort. Perhaps dog. Maybe wolf. But the lion didn't say anything. He was still too caught up in his phone.

Danny opened his mouth and leaned forward, unwilling to delay any further. Musky flavor invaded his mouth, but the slave had no option but to tolerate the self inflicted sexual degradation. It wasn't the canine's fault that a empathyless dom had put his slave in the right spot at the right time to match the two of them up. The free man just wanted to get his rocks off. Which is exactly what was going to happen.

This had happened so many times before that the ram knew how it would play out even before he wrapped his lips the man's slowly forming knot. First would come the 'foreplay' where the canine would permit his partner to sensually service him. Next would come the facefucking, where the dog or wolf would take an active role as his balls churned in his sack. Then, eventually, the climax.

Knotted and needy, the stranger would pump long ropes of seed into Danny's mouth. He'd swallow dutifuly while he continued to pleasure the man. Finally, assuming the man didn't withdrawal from the portal immediately, the ram was under strict instructions to clean the masculine instrument that had just unknowingly raped him. Carefully he'd run his slave tongue over the entirety of the now hyper-sensitive flesh, finishing up with a respectful kiss, right on their cock's piss slit. A calling card that didn't go unnoticed by the men given to his care, according to many of the messages that his master opted to read aloud. But it didn't end there. Fulfilling the lion's wishes, Danny would hop right back in queue. And then again and again, until he was explicitly told to stop. This could sometimes mean that the ram would spend hours or even the better part of a day on his knees, using his mouth to get off other men. Not that his master ever give him his full attention for the duration.

The lion might wander off upstairs, read a book, play games on his phone, or perhaps fall asleep in the expansive (and expensive) chair. Regardless of the reason, the marathon continued until master said otherwise, no matter how much his slave's jaw hurt.

The owner of the dick in his mouth wasn't privy to any of this. The canine was having the time of his life, his pecker worshiped by one of the most experienced cock suckers who had ever lived. Already the male was pumping his hips in a rhythm that was felt across the world by Danny.

Behind him, the lion picked up his head. Smiling at the delightful sight, he cleared his throat and said, "I changed my mind, slut. I want to see nothing but horse cocks for the rest of the night. Consider this pup a warm-up, because your throat is about to get fucked rawer than uncooked hamburger."

Danny's closed his eyes in the terrible news as the canine's member burped up a surprisingly hefty flood of salty precum. As the ram felt the knot begin to widen dramatically between his lips, the slave knew he was in for a rough night.

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One dog and eleven horse cocks later, Danny's master mercifully instructed the slave to power down the machine.

With a long yawn, the brawny male announced, "Oh man, I must have fallen asleep. What the hell time is it anyway? Jeez, look at you. You're a fucking mess. Did you even try and swallow any of the cum?"

One of the men's staff had gotten away from the slave at an inopportune time, hosing him down with gelatinous horse spunk. Danny knew he looked like a disaster, and he smelled even worse. There was only one thing he could do, given the circumstances.

"I'm sorry, master. Please punish this hopeless slave for his carelessness."

Glancing at his phone again, the lion stated, "You better believe you're gonna be punished. But not right now. My boi's hot to trot, so I'm off to fuck him senseless. As for you, clean yourself up and after your shower, strap yourself into the teasing chair. And you better believe I'm checking the clock when I come back."

Offended at how ridiculously unfair the lion was being, Danny stood shocked, mouth open and ready to pop off something he would bitterly regret later. But the ram wasn't given the chance. Not bothering to look up from his phone, the boy's master strided off and headed out of the basement, locking the durable door behind him as he always did.

The teasing chair?! That fucking brute. That asshole!

Danny hadn't done anything near bad enough to justify such a severe punishment. The last time he'd been made to sit in that chair must have been months ago, and then only because he came without permission during an unusually intense edging session.

The teasing chair was diabolical for several reasons, not least of which the reality that once you sat down and strapped yourself in, there was no getting up or turning it off. Only master had the key and it was always on his person. Just as bad, the chair kept careful track of how long ago its victim was strapped down, subject to its emotionless attentions. If Danny dawdled too long in settling himself in for the session, the lion would know. And the only thing worse than a day in the teasing chair was a whole second day, should master decide he hadn't been punished thoroughly enough.

As for the chair itself, it was pure evil. Danny had been introduced to it his very first year of slavery, and had hated it with every fiber of his being ever since.

In strapping yourself in, there was a few steps. The most critical and but unfortunately not least pleasant of which was feeding your cock through the appropriately placed tube, before clamping 'The Teaser' closed around your own dick. But that only happened after you eased yourself down on the over sized, ass-stuffing, aggressively knobbed dildo that rose from the center of the red plastic chair. And to actually manage to slide down that beast, the victim had to slather the dildo carefully with his own saliva.

Once the machine got started it would provide its own lubrication, but the initial distress of sliding down that monster of a rubber dong was just another part of the punishment.

Only when your ass was packed full and your cock was held tightly trapped were you permitted to strap yourself in. Ankles first, then thighs, a couple straps crisscrossing the chest. After setting the neck strap in place you then you let the machine handle the last few automated arm restraints.

With everything in place, this signaled the teasing chair to start -- both its terrible torture and its embedded digital clock: 00:00:01 .... 00:00:02 .... 00:00:03....

Mere minutes after his master's departure, the once-more freshly showered ram took extra care to slather as much spit on the dildo as he could manage, muttering to himself as he did. It just wasn't fair. None of this! Being enslaved. Losing the best years of his life. The chair. That his master was basically cheating on him. His upcoming 'retirement'. He'd probably given those horses the best orgasms of their lives. And what was his reward? A session in the fucking teasing chair.But as bad as the chair was, the consequences for disobeying his master would without a doubt be far worse. So Danny sat in the chair, groaning in anal discomfort as he did. Then he pressed his half-hard member into the receptacle. The straps were up next and the ram always hated this part the most. Something about subjecting yourself voluntarily to this torment made it somehow even worse than if the lion himself had forced him into the seat.With the last straps in place, the red chair, itself bolted to the floor, came to life.Within seconds the ram realized that it was even worse than he remembered. The chamber around his member pleasured his already rigid cock with the calculating ruthlessness of a machine built to learn and understand its victim. Sensors built into the device took detailed measurements of the subject's reactions. And the onboard tactical learning machine installed into its operating system used this data to achieve a single minded goal.The most intense edging session achievable through consumer affordable technology.For Danny, it was particularly bad. With so many hours of sensor data to draw on, the learning machine knew exactly what buttons to press. Vibration and stroking intensity. Dildo angle, speed, and depth. Not all the sensations were pleasant however. If the chair decided you were blocking out some of the raw pleasure it was bringing to bare, it had a few options at its disposable. After all, what better way to make you appreciate the pitiless cock teasing than by occasional doses of pain.The dildo could go 'too deep', pistoning itself into unsafe depths. The strap around his neck might yank itself frighteningly tight, restricting his breathing or denying him oxygen altogether. Then there were the shocks, which could be administered to point of contact between him and the chair.Time in the chair was spent oscillating between indescribable ecstasy and mind-focusing pain. And it wouldn't stop until the lion said so. Which Danny knew wouldn't be any time soon because the man would be too busy being balls deep into whatever college freshman was unlucky enough to draw the older male's eye.

The ram tried to scream out a curse at his feline tormentor, but the chair just so happened to decide that he'd had enough air for the immediate future. Gasping breathlessly in pain at the dangerous degree of pressure applied to his neck, Danny felt the chair begin to pay extra attention to his cock, bringing him to the brink of climax as his consciousness began to falter. Only when the slave was seconds away from passing out did the machine loosen the strap, letting the youth take in lungfuls of desperately needed air.

Despite the savage treatment of his respiratory system, the slave was still moments of away from cumming. But the machine refused to permit this, viciously shocking the ram's balls as the male cried out in protest. Monitoring that the ram's orgasm stopped before it had even started, the chair considered all the pieces of information at its disposal before deciding how best to proceed from here.

Meanwhile, several miles across town, the lion was sensually fucking a very happy kangaroo. They were both grinning ear to ear, but for very different reasons. Already the lion was picturing the exceptionally cute kangaroo boy strapped down into the teasing chair.