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Femi awoke from his slumber in unfamiliar surroundings. This was not the tumbledown room share he was used to, but rather a luxury wood cabin. His heart skipped a beat before the memories of the previous night flooded back into his brain. The lion sleeping beside him was not just any lion he had managed to score with last night. No, this was the lion he had just committed the rest of his life to. Or at least until he had served his purpose and earned his freedom.

The soreness under his tail reminded him of everything they had gotten up to during the night. The sex; the glorious, rough, almost feral sex. Barbs hurt, but they were worth every moment of pain. Never before had he endured such a pounding but his body ached for more already.

As if fighting for supremacy, his logical brain kicked in for a moment. The realisation of what he had done crept in. He was stuck in a pink collar that was padlocked around his neck. In a moment of folly, he had snapped the key in the lock and agreed to be the lion’s pet. What was he thinking? Why had he let his horny brain do the driving last night?

Was this not what he wanted, though? He had been looking for a master ever since he had become old enough to start the hunt. All the message boards, social networks, and hook up apps. Why even buy a lockable collar if it was not to be padlocked on? Now he had found someone. A special someone willing to give him room and board for the cost of a few chores. A big, buff lion, no less. Raw power and strength all wrapped up in a tan coloured package. What more could an ocelot want?

Femi looked at the bedside clock. It told him the time was far too early in the morning to be out of bed, so the small feline just laid beside his larger bedfellow. The lion shaped mass of Conrad was out for the count, his chest rising and falling as he slept. The covers had been long-since kicked off in his sleep, revealing his nude body to the watching ocelot.

Licking his lips, Femi watched as Conrad shifted a little in his sleep, twisting in such a way as to reveal the reason the small cat had broken his key. Nestled between the sleeping legs laid a very heavy looking pair of testicles and a morning wood that could have felled trees. The temptation to play with it while the lion slept was real, but Femi controlled himself. There would be plenty of time for fun later in the day. For now, trying to get back to sleep was top priority. He rested his head back down on his pillow and waited for sleep to come.

The sound of Conrad’s alarm made him jump. The early morning sun was now fighting to shine through the curtains and Femi was somewhat alarmed to find time had moved on by two hours. The bulk of muscle and fur beside him yawned and stretched. Conrad was waking up.

“Morning, sir,” Femi said, rolling over to face his owner. The lion muttered something unintelligible as he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. It took a few more moments and a couple more yawns before anything understandable emerged from Conrad’s muzzle.

“Mornin’,” he said with a somewhat groggy smile. “Sleep well?”

“The padlock dug in a bit to start with,” Femi admitted, “but I was able to work around that and got a good sleep, thank you sir. Did you sleep well?” Both cats glanced down to Conrad’s crotch. The morning wood stood tall and proud. Femi was not sure if it had even gone down since he last saw it, but he gave it a good, hungry stare nonetheless.

“I certainly woke up well enough,” Conrad laughed. He gave a suggestive flick of an ear and made a welcoming gesture with his tail. “Help yourself.”

With a moment that seemed to redefine the speed of light, Femi latched his mouth upon Conrad’s member and was soon hard at work savouring every delight that the lion could provide. Every barb was massaged by the skilled mouth, and special attention was paid to the sensitive head of the large feline’s erection.

The ocelot knew he was doing a good job as he could feel Conrad’s heart beat faster; the lion’s muscles tensing and relaxing in time to the assault of pleasure the small feline was providing. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the fluffy tip of lion-tail going from twitching to thrashing as he worked his mouth up and down the shaft.

Taking Conrad right into his throat, Femi swallowed down the drops of sweet pre that had started to flow, causing his master to emit a deep and needy moan. It almost sounded feral and it filled the small cat with pride that he could make those sounds come from his new owner so soon into their relationship. His horny brain had made the right choice. This was where he was meant to be; under the power of the large feline, while having that same cat mewling like a kitten under his spell.

The illusion of who was in charge was shattered when Conrad reached forward and held Femi onto his tool, thrusting in and out of the ocelot’s throat as if he were nothing more than some masturbationary aid. This startled him at first, but he soon relaxed his throat enough to allow the lion to take the lead, snatching quick breaths in through his nose when he could.

The scent of masculine feline crotch drove him wild with lust and he wished he could just inhale it all day. It was like an endless pool of flavour and texture that he could swim in all day and still regret when he had to emerge. He almost wished Conrad would just hold his nose into the musky crotch while suffocating him with the long shaft of dick filling his throat.

The guttural roar of the lion climaxing and shooting thick torrents of cum down his throat broke Femi out of his trance. Ropes of thick seed flooded his mouth as Conrad pulled back a little. The ocelot suckled on the shaft to milk it for all it could provide. There was something about the somewhat bittersweet taste he enjoyed, and he made sure his provider was very aware the morning protein blast was appreciated.

After a few minutes of afterglow basking, Conrad went for his morning shower which gave Femi the chance to get some coffee made while he waited for the lion to emerge and he could take his turn. It took a few moments to figure out the coffee machine as it was a massive upgrade to the one he had in his shared flat, but he soon figured it out. By the time Conrad was done, there was a steaming hot drink ready and waiting for him, and an ocelot giving the towel around his waist a hard stare.

“Haha, later,” the lion said, picking up his mug and giving the smaller feline a gentle boop on his snout. “I have to get ready for work.” Femi gave a gentle purr of approval before taking a seat on the edge of the bed and watching as Conrad got dressed. The part where the towel came off and the whole naked body of the large, buff lion was on display was his favourite bit. The rest was a little like a strip-tease in reverse, with more clothing going on until the lion looked respectable for civilised society.

“I’ll leave a spare key and some money on the table for you,” said Conrad when it came time to leave. “If you’re still serious about this, you can use it to get your bits and say your goodbyes. Or if not, it will get you home and give you a few days of good living. Hopefully see you tonight.” With a small wave, he made his exit, leaving Femi alone in the cabin.

After a small internal debate about returning to bed, Femi decided he would get showered and then tackle the day. Before too long he was cleaned, dressed back in the skimpy clothing he had arrived in, and had booked a taxi back to his flat.

The taxi ride did not take too long, but the ocelot noticed the glances the driver was giving him in the rear-view mirror. Under usual circumstances, he would have flirted a bit with the taxi driver but now he had a hunk of lion in his life. Let the panther driving him stare, he was owned and proud of it.

Paying the driver and giving a generous tip, Femi fished the keys to his flat from his bag and opened the communal door. He half-expected to find some of the block’s other residents littering the stairwell getting drunk or stoned, but he made it to his front door without encountering anyone. With fingers trembling with excitement, the ocelot inserted his keys and opened the door.

“Hi Femi,” came a voice from the kitchen area. A tigress poked her head around the door. Her orange fur was somewhat whitened with flour. “You’re home late. You had a good time, I hope.”

“Better than you can imagine,” Femi replied, not even trying to hide his collar. “Not only did I get a night of amazing sex, I have scored a new master.”

“Ooooooh congratulations.” The tigress emerged from the kitchen, wiping her even whiter paws on a rather flour-dusted look apron. “Tell me everything.” She sat on a rather aged and sorry looking sofa and invited Femi to sit beside her. Without hesitation the small feline sat down and wasted no time in showing off the padlock that kept his pink leather collar around his neck.

He gave a redacted version of what had happened during the night, taking care to mention how his new master seemed to be a very respectful and caring feline and not like most of the guys who would frequent the bar. His audience listened intently, seeming to soak it all in.

“Which brings me to my current situation,” Femi said, sitting back on the sofa and wrapping his tail onto his lap like an emotional support blanket. “I can either stay here, or move in with him and become his pet on a 24/7 basis. I thought I was one hundred percent going to go with him but now, sitting here with you, I’m not sure it’s such a good idea.”

“It’s a big change,” the tigress admitted, “and I had grown rather fond of having you around.” She paused, as if debating what to say next. The way her ears perked up betrayed her pretence at stoicism. “However, opportunities like this don’t just present themselves every day. In the kindest way possible, get out of my flat.” She laughed as she said the last few words and pulled Femi in for a hug. The pair embraced for a few moments before the tigress broke the hug to give Femi a boop on his nose.

“So you’re not mad at me for leaving you to fend for yourself?” The small ocelot asked, rubbing his snout before resumed playing with his tail as it swished along his lap. His reply was an enthusiastic shade of tiger head.

“Not at all, silly,” she laughed as she stood up. “If anything, I’m overjoyed that it sounds like you’ve found what you’ve been looking for.” Holding out a paw, she helped Femi up from the sofa. “Besides, if it all falls through, there will always be a spot for you here should you want it. Now, give me a few minutes to clean up and then we can pack your things.”

“Thanks Tina,” Femi replied, fighting back tears of happiness as he watched his friend embark on a battle against flour dust and fur.

***

Sofa surfing at Tina’s place had given Femi the advantage of not having many worldly possessions to pack. The tigress gave him a large, if somewhat aged piece of luggage to put everything in. His more intimate things went into his backpack, while his few clothes, laptop, and washing stuff were properly packed. When all was done, Femi tried to give her some of the money Conrad had left him to cover his share of rent while he was gone but Tina turned it down.

“I coped before you arrived, and I shall cope after you’ve gone to enjoy your new life,” she said, pushing the cash back towards him. “You said you wanted a pink maid’s outfit, use the money to get one.” Femi was not sure that getting new clothes was within Conrad’s remit for expenses, but there was no harm in asking the lion when he got back to the motel. Maybe a whole wardrobe refresh could be negotiated.

“And now,” Tina said with a mischievous grin on her face, “I think it’s time we go shopping to grab a very special item.” Before Femi could react, she had grabbed the small feline by his tail and was dragging him out of the flat.

“But I don’t have the money…”

“This is my treat,” countered the tigress, “now shift that pert rump of yours into gear and let’s go.”

Still dressed in the skimpy clothing he had arrived in, the ocelot allowed himself to be manhandled by the over-excited tigress as she bundled him out of the front door.

The walk into the town centre was an embarrassing one for the ocelot. Tina would not let on where they were going, and everyone would turn and look at the small cat with the pink and white socks and sleeves, short shorts, and white crop top with pink accents. The little bell hanging from his collar gave a merry jingle as they walked, as did the padlock behind his head. Femi could feel everyone’s stares, from the disapproving, to the enthusiastic.

“This is so humiliating,” he whined, but Tina paid no heed to his complaints. She just carried on with her mission of dragging him into town. With his ears flat and eyes to the floor, Femi followed his leader through the busy streets.

They soon arrived at a tumbledown shop on the edge of the main shopping plaza. A long-weathered sign on the top was hard to read and gave no clear indication of what lurked inside. Femi had questions, but no time to ask them as Tina opened the door and forced him inside.

The shop was far darker than the ocelot had expected, but when his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he was amazed at what he saw. This was a bondage lover’s paradise. Collars and cuffs hung from the walls, display cases showing off straight jackets, sleep sacks, and locking leather or rubber clothing littered the floor. A row of harnesses in a multitude of colours hung from a mobile clothing rack, and many more items designed for pleasure filled almost every other available space.

“How did I not know this was here?” Femi gasped, his eyes as wide as saucers as he took everything in. “And more importantly, how come you did?”

“Never you mind,” Tina replied as she sent Femi to the display of collar tags hanging up behind the counter. “Pick your favourite one and I’ll get it for you as a treat.” Femi did as he was told, moving his way through all the things he wanted but had no chance of affording. He found the display and stood a respectful distance from the counter to allow others to pay for things if someone else came in. A lythe and excitable looking fox guarded the cash register and eyed Femi up and down. He seemed rather interested in this new face in the store, not that the ocelot was paying him any attention. After a few moments, the fox spoke up.

“Seen anything you like there, friend?” His voice was light and jovial, and once Femi had gotten over the initial shock of having been spoken to, he found his voice and prized his tail out from between his legs.

“Sort of,” the small cat replied, pointing towards a blue tag that was in the shape of a bone. “I like that shape, but I don’t see any in pink.”

“Well, that doesn’t matter,” the fox laughed, standing between Femi and the board. “Here at Haus der Erotik we have a ‘While You Wait’ custom service for tags.” He pointed towards a small door in the back of the store which was almost invisible in the darkness. “We have a small laser cutter and etcher so we can customise tags for any shape, colour, and engraving, so long as we have the correct coloured metal in stock. There was a small pause for effect. “So tell me what your heart desires and let’s see if we can’t make your dreams come true.”

Femi paused for a moment as he considered the fox’s words. His tail gave a gentle swish from side to side as he thought. Did he want the bone? He was a feline, not a canine. Maybe a standard circular disc would be a better fit. Then again, since when did he ever do anything normally.

“I’d love a pink bone tag,” he said at last. “With the name Femi engraved in capital letters on it please.” He gave a sheepish grin as he spoke, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves. When buying the collar he had been able to claim it was for someone else, but now he had his collar on full display with the padlock jingling almost as much as his bell did. There was no mistaking who the tag was for.

“A lovely name for a lovely ocelot,” the fox replied with a wide and encouraging smile. “I think we have some pink out the back, so we can get it done in about twenty minutes. How would you like to pay?”

“I’m paying for it,” came Tina’s voice from somewhere in the darkness. “It’s a present for my friend who’s just got himself a new master.”

“Tina!” the small feline exclaimed, feeling more embarrassed than he had ever done in his life. Alas, the ground was not opening, nor was it swallowing him up. The fox, however, just nodded and gave an enthusiastic smile.

“Excellent,” he said as he started to leave the counter and go towards the small door at the back. “I’ll get the order put through.” He gave a sly wag of his tail. “Why not spend the time trying on some things and see if you can’t find anything you like. Something to really impress Sir, perhaps?”

With a flick of an ear, the fox swished past the speechless ocelot and vanished into the darkness. Turning his own ears, Femi could hear the sound of Tina rummaging through the wares in the store. He was thankful that they were the only shoppers in the store at the moment and could only imagine what she was up to. Moving past more leather and rubber than he had ever seen, he soon found the tigress looking over the harnesses. They came in all the colours of the rainbow, and in all sizes and styles.

Tina looked up as Femi approached and asked him to hold some stuff for her. He opened his arms to receive and was shocked by the amount of pieces of pink leather Tina had selected. Wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, a selection of harnesses, thigh cuffs, arm bands, and she was already making a beeline for the jockstraps.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” she called, looking over her shoulder, “get to the changing room and get changed. I want to see what you look like in this.”

“Wait, what?” Femi gave a surprised yelp, almost dropping the gear he was holding. “You’re not serious are you? There’s no way I can afford all this.”

His protests were met with silence and a firm paw pointing towards the dark curtain near the counter with a small “Changing Room” sign above it. Realising he was not going to be able to get out of it, Femi headed for the privacy of the entirely-too-small hole in the wall.

With a few bangs of arms and head against the walls in the not very well lit changing area as he changed, the ocelot decided to take his time to slide the curtain back and reveal how his gear looked. He soon discovered he had an audience of two, with both Tina and the fox looking him all over. With a grin, he started to do the most provocative dance he could think of, much to everyone’s enjoyment. The leather gave gentle creaks as he moved, and the bell on his collar jingled in time with his gyrations. The fox stopped the show for a brief moment to adjust the bulldog harness Femi had chosen, turning it around so the buckles were on the back.

“That’s better,” he said once done, giving a satisfied looking nod. “Shows you as the sub you are.”

“I want to see the other harnesses,” interjected Tina, with an excited spring in her step. Femi shook his head.

“I tried the others, and this one makes me feel the sexiest when I wear it. The others felt a bit too utilitarian for my needs.” The small feline ignored the mock pout from the larger feline as her request was denied, but the fox gave a chuckle and popped into the changing room to collect the unwanted harnesses.

“So how do you feel?” asked Tina once she had gotten over her disappointment, “because you look great.”

“I feel great,” Femi had to admit he did like how everything looked on him. The shade of pink matched his collar, so everything looked like it was part of the same set, and like the band around his neck, all of the leather accessories had locking buckles. If Tina had a box of padlocks in her pocket, something Femi would not have put past her, she could have locked him in everything. Just knowing that made him feel more submissive than ever before.

“Good,” came the short reply, before the tigress turned to the fox. “Ring me up. We’ll take everything he’s wearing plus the name tag.”

Femi had to do a double-take at that. His mouth opened and closed but no words came forth. There was no way Tina could afford it. She had a job and her own apartment, but her salary was not anything special, and the home she had allowed him to stay at was comfortable but well lived in.

“You can’t…” the ocelot started, finding his tongue at last. Tina interrupted his train of thought by placing a fuzzy digit on his muzzle, giving his nose a quick boop while she did it.

“Shhhhhh,” she instructed. “This is happening, so get used to wearing that leather, as I feel you’ll be in it for quite the while yet. Just as well it is already waterproofed. You could even wear it in the bath if your master wanted you to. Now, remind me, what’s your master’s name?”

“Conrad,” the small feline replied, unsure as to why Tina needed to know that piece of information right now. “But he doesn’t seem to wear things like this.”

“I’d wager not in pink, at least,” the fox laughed as he reached under the counter and pulled out a small box. It had been gift wrapped and had a small tag on it which said “Congrats on the new sub” in big letters alongside a 10% voucher for the store’s online shop. The fox wrote the lion’s name on the other side of the tag before handing everything to Femi. Despite its small size, the box weighed far more than the ocelot expected.

“Make sure Conrad gets that box,” Tina advised with an evil smirk on her face. “Especially when you’re fully dressed like that.” Before Femi could get a word in edgeways, the little door in the back opened and a second fox emerged. He walked up to the tills while brushing something off of his leather apron, gave the fox already there a quick kiss, and delivered Femi’s tag. With a look that said “come find me when the customers have gone,” he vanished back into the small backstage room.

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” Tina giggled as she finished paying for everything. Both the fox and the tigress helped Femi out of his gear so it could be bagged up. With a cheery farewell, the two felines left the fox to his lover, and whatever they chose to do in the back room.

The walk back to Tina’s home was filled with conversation of Femi protesting the expensive purchase being a gift for him, and Tina telling him not to worry about it. They circled around like this until they got back to the apartment. Once inside, Tina was able to spill the beans.

“Look,” she said, placing her paws on Femi’s shoulders and looking into his eyes, “I can afford this. You know how I said I was living here thanks to my father?” Femi nodded, looking a little confused as Tina continued. “Well, the truth is he passed away and left me with quite the nest egg. I don’t usually touch it unless it’s either an emergency or a gift. So yes, I can afford to gear you up. You’ve been a good friend and housemate, so accept this leaving present and enjoy it.”

Femi gave Tina the biggest hug he could. “I had no idea he had passed,” he said as the embrace ended. “Thank you. I shall use it as often as possible.” Tina flashed him a wicked smile and ruffled the fur between his ears.

“You might not get a choice,” she grinned.

***

It was late afternoon before Femi returned to Conrad’s condo with his stuff. Using the spare key, he let himself in and made short work of stashing his things in a neat pile in a corner out of the way. There was no sign the lion had returned from work yet, so he set to work in getting things ready to make his new master a cup of coffee when he got in.

Looking at the large bag of leather and box, Femi got the idea to lay it all out on the bed. He started with the harness, and then added the rest of the bits around it in an approximate position as to how it would be placed upon him when worn. The last item to be placed was his new name tag, which he gave pride of place above his harness. The collection looked good and the ocelot found himself getting excited for Conrad to get home.

It was less than an hour before the sound of keys entering the lock could be heard and the large hulk of lion made his entrance. Femi made a quick dash to put the coffee maker on before jumping in front of his master and kneeling, giving an excited greeting.

“Well,” Conrad laughed after giving his own greeting in return and getting Femi to stand. “If this is the sort of welcome I can expect to come home to, I should go out more often. The lion noticed the stack of things piled in the corner, before spotting the new leather adorning the bed. He raised an eyebrow and gave a flick of his ears. “I take it you have decided to stay then?”

A beep from the kitchen area to confirm coffee was done distracted both felines for a few moments, leaving Conrad’s question hanging in the air. Femi decided to answer in another way. First he sorted coffee for the lion, before picking his name tag from the bed. Kneeling in front of his new master, the ocelot handed the tag to Conrad, who seemed to get the hint.

“Just remember”, the large lion said, looking down into Femi’s wide and eager eyes, “while I will expect you to pull your weight around the house, outside of the bedroom you are not a slave. You will still be allowed to see friends or family, and of course you can move out at any time if it stops being fun for you. Inside the bedroom, however, I ask that you’re open to new experiences, willing to see them through where reasonable, and that you communicate the moment something feels wrong or you stop enjoying it. Understand?”

Femi looked up at the serious expression of the lion before him. The fight between logical brain and horny brain seemed to come to an end at once and they both agreed that there was nowhere else better than serving the creature standing in front of him.

“Understood, Sir,” the ocelot replied. Conrad gave a wide smile and made short work of attaching the nametag to the pink collar, placing it in front of the little bell, so they clinked against each other whenever Femi moved. Femi felt overwhelmed by something. He could not tell if it was happiness or pride, but just the act of having Conrad attaching the name tag to his collar felt significant in some way.

“Now then pet,” the lion said, cocking his head with a wry grin, “let’s say we get you properly dressed, eh?” Femi just nodded his reply. Conrad helped him to his feet and they went over to the bed where all the pink leather sat ready for them.

The first order of the day was to strip the ocelot of his clothes. Femi started doing another sexy dance until Conrad took matters into his own hands. Big lion paws started to caress and investigate the smaller cat’s body, pulling him into a hug. The smaller cat could feel the ever growing lump in Conrad’s trousers grind against his own, and he gave a low growl of approval. Conrad seemed to pick up on this, and soon the wandering paws found their way under the ocelot’s top and, with some wriggling and arm raising from Femi, soon removed it.

With his own paws cupping the lion’s behind, Femi felt paws move from his top to his bottom. They slipped under the waistband of his shorts, helping them glide down to the floor, where they were soon stepped out of and kicked out of the way. The shoes were also removed at the same time.

Femi stood in nothing but his long pink and white striped socks and underpants. Conrad, still fully dressed, broke off the hug. He eyed the pink leather on the bed behind the ocelot with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

“Now I think it’s time you got a bit more acquainted with your new gear,” the lion said, reaching for the ankle cuffs first of all. It did not take long to slip the first one around the ocelot’s pink striped sock, tightening the strap until the cuff sat snug against Femi’s leg with just enough give for the sock to be removed if needed. Giving the leather a little tug to make sure it sat firm, Conrad then worked on the other ankle.

Next came the thigh cuffs, trapping the top of the pink and white socks. Extra care was given to stroke the inner thigh, making things even more arousing for the ocelot. Femi panted with excitement as each strap of leather was applied to his body. It was one thing to put them on in the shop to test them, but having the large, buff lion put the cuffs on him was a far more sensual experience.

It was obvious Conrad had noticed how excited this was making the smaller cat. Femi sported a tent in his underwear and gave little gasps every time the lion brushed against it while adding the wrist cuffs and the harness. This made the lion chuckle and soon the way he bumped against it felt less like an accident.

It took Conrad a few moments to work out which way the harness went, and to ensure the buckles were on the back where Femi could not reach to let himself out. Everything was very snug on the ocelot, but not so tight as to cause discomfort.

After what seemed to take forever, the larger cat was securing the last strap. He took a step back to look at his handiwork. The small feline was now fully adorned in his new leather. Pink lines wrapped around his limbs, and the harness looked perfect as a centrepiece. It was time for the last item of the day, and one which Femi had not brought with him.

“Close your eyes,” commanded Conrad as he set to work fetching something from his bag. Femi could hear the rustling of paper and his fur stood on end with excitement and anticipation. Without warning he felt his underpants being removed and experienced the rush of the cooler air surging up into his crotch. His erection, now unimpeded by fabric, sprung free and stood to attention with a small drop of pre showing at the tip.

Something that felt a lot like leather was then used to tease his length before he was made to follow the lion’s directions to step out of the discarded pants and into something else. Thin straps were pulled up his legs and at once Femi recognised the feeling of a jockstrap being put on him. The cup felt stiffer than he was used to, and he assumed it was made from leather. It also served as an effective prison for his throbbing member.

Making sure the ocelot was keeping his eyes closed, the lion manoeuvred him around the room until they were exactly where Conrad wanted them. Upon hearing the command to open his eyes again, Femi obeyed and took in what he saw. For the first time since being in the shop he stood in front of a full length mirror. He saw just how submissive he looked with all the pink leather adorning his body, and to top it all off, he now wore a pink leather jockstrap which somehow matched the shade used on the rest of his gear. He gave a gasp of surprise at this new gift.

“I love it, Sir,” he said, his voice quivering a little with happiness. This was how he saw himself in his dreams; the plaything of a master who would dress him up and use him however the master saw fit.

“Good,” Conrad replied with a twinkle in his eye and a gentle swish of his tail, “as that’s your new uniform. Unless you have to go out in public, this is all you’ll be allowed to wear.” Femi felt his already compressed groin push even harder against the confines of his jock. “Now, what’s in the box?” the lion asked, looking at the small box which Femi had placed with all the leather gear.

“I’m sorry, sir, I have no idea,” Femi admitted, putting his ears flat and looking down at the ground. “I was not allowed to open it.”

The sound of tape ripping indicated Conrad had gained access to the hidden contents. In the mirror he could see the lion take out a small note and give it a read.

“Looks like you have good friends who want to get you into all the right sorts of trouble,” Conrad laughed as he put the note down and delved back into the small cardboard container. He pulled out a handful of padlocks and keys. “I think you know where these are going.”

Femi could hazard a guess. There was a reason why all the buckles on the leather gear were lockable. He twitched with excitement at every click of a padlock shutting, sealing him inside his uniform until the lion deemed it time he be released. It was a time Femi hoped would not come for quite a long while yet.

“Now,” Conrad said, the tent in his own trousers very evident as he finished locking the ocelot into the leather, “I think it’s high time we took all this gear for a test drive, what say you?”

Femi did not need telling twice. He dropped to his knees and started undoing Conrad’s work uniform. He started with the shoes, taking care to untie the laces and helping the lion step out of them. The trousers were next to go. The small feline made sure to stick his nose into the crotch of his master, inhaling all the masculine scent deep into his lungs. The aroma set his crotch on fire and made his head spin; he was the luckiest ocelot in the whole world to get to experience such a heady and musky smell so often.

With the trousers removed, Femi stood and unbuttoned Conrad’s shirt. He admired the lion’s muscles as he helped remove the cotton garment from the large, buff character before him. Soon the torso he lusted after was on full display. The body deserved a few moments of worship, and Conrad seemed to not be displeased with this momentary break in the undressing while Femi groomed the tan coloured chest with his tongue.

All too soon, the ocelot found himself with just Conrad’s underwear to remove. The tent before him looked almost as enticing as the tentpole did when it was uncovered. With silent ceremony, Femi tugged at the waistband of the fabric maintaining the lion’s modesty. He took his time in bringing the undergarment down, revealing the long, barbed shaft of his master.

Looking up to try to meet Conrad’s eyes, Femi tried to give a silent beg. Permission to touch his lips to the head right in front of him; to worship it and to give all his being to it. The lion stepped out from the underpants now littering the floor and looked down at his new pet. A lusty smile crossed his lips.

“Get me ready to give you a ride you’ll never forget.”

The command was simple and Femi wasted no time in executing it. In a trice, the ocelot’s mouth engulfed Conrad. It was as if the small feline had not eaten in days as he set to work bobbing up and down on the gift he had been given, suckling it like a hungry kitten trying to get a meal. There was no “Femi” any more; there was only “pet”.

Barbs met lips but the gentle pain did not distract from the task at hand. Conrad had given him an order, and he was going to fulfil it, no matter the cost. His reward was a gentle taste of pre-cum splashing against his tongue. It spurred him on to go faster, to take more and more into his mouth until the shaft was poking the back of his throat, threatening to trigger the last remaining vestiges of his gag reflex.

The sounds of Conrad’s moans told the ocelot he was doing something right. He made sure to use his rough tongue to hit the underside of the head. He knew that would send waves of pleasure to his master. Every bob of his head would push his skills, but this was one area Femi could excel and he was going to use every trick he had learned to get his reward.

More moans of lust filled the room as Femi worked to get every inch of lion into his mouth. The soft folds in his throat were soon massaging the very tip of Conrad’s manhood as the ocelot managed to push his nose into the lion’s crotch. The heady scent of sweat and musk filled his nostrils and the small cat inhaled them all in, letting himself get lost in the texture of the aroma. It was as intoxicating as the strongest alcohol and Femi was powerless to resist.

As the rough ocelot tongue twisted and turned all over the head of the lion shaft, Conrad gave a deep growl of satisfaction. As warm-ups go, this one seemed to be doing the job and Femi could feel every pulse of blood running through the veins of the shaft he was servicing.

After a good few minutes of this, Femi felt two strong arms pushing him away from the throbbing lion meat before him. He gave a little mew of disappointment, which caused Conrad to give a little chuckle.

“All in good time,” he said, fetching the lead and clipping it to Femi’s collar. With a gentle tug to get the ocelot to stand, the lion started to head outside. Femi froze in horror as he felt the pulling on his neck to get him to walk outside.

“Sir?” he asked, his tail clamping down between his legs and his ears flattening against his head. “Are you sure we’re suitably dressed for going outside?” The laughter he got as a reply was not what he was expecting.

“You think I’d get a condo that didn’t have some private access to the woods?” Conrad replied once his laughing had subsided. “It’s open but there ought to be no one around, and besides, it’s not like you’re the naked one in this scenario. Come on now pet, it’s time for evening walkies.” The laughter helped Femi relax somewhat, though he was still somewhat cautious about stepping foot through the door and into the gravel expanse that made up the track outside the building.

The sun had started to set as the pair made their way from the track to a small dirt path in the grass verges. The verge gave way to fields, with long grass coming up to Femi’s knees. The wind was gentle, but had a slight chill to it as it swept up and played with the fur around the small feline’s jockstrap. He had never felt so exposed before in all his life, but the sight of the lion ahead of him walking with confidence, keeping the leash taught, helped him overcome his fears.

Soon the fields became the start of a forest and the dirt path became more difficult to keep track of. Conrad made no signs of slowing down as he navigated his way through the trees. It was almost like he had made this trip before. Maybe with others who had come before him. This was a comforting thought; this was somewhere his master knew well enough to know they would not be in danger of being disturbed.

The two cats walked through the forest at a pace Fmi could only just keep up with. The ground was rough and uneven, which made keeping balance difficult. Conrad strode with purpose and seemed swift and nimble as he darted this way and that, and if not for the tugging around his neck Femi felt he would have gotten quite lost. It was with a sigh of relief from the ocelot that he saw, at last, a small clearing.

The small patch of somewhat muddy grass and moss was a few metres long and only a tiny bit more wide, almost as if the trees had decided that a small rectangle of space was needed to prevent them all from overcrowding. It seemed the perfect place to stop and have a little fun. By the way Conrad brought the walking to a halt, Femi was sure his master was thinking the same thing.

“Well, my little pet,” the large feline said, unclipping the ocelot’s lead and laying it at the edge of the clearing, “I hope you remembered the lube, because I don’t exactly have pockets.” A wave of panic washed over the small cat. He had not even thought to ask to bring some. He was either going to let Conrad go in dry, or provide plenty of lubricant himself.

Without instruction nor permission, Femi knelt down in front of his owner and started to work the lion’s shaft over once more with his mouth. This time he used more of the front of his mouth to make sure the tool that was going to impale him was as moist and slick as possible. He still wanted to please Conrad with his oral skills, but he also wanted to make sure that he was going to be able to take the punishment he felt he was about to receive.

Femi glanced up as he worked and saw Conrad looking down at him with a smile on his face. The lion said nothing as the ocelot worked. A deep rumbling emitted from his chest, letting Femi know he was doing a good job.

By now the smaller feline knew what pleased his master and made sure he paid special attention to the underside of the tip, running his tongue around it and making it as wet as he could make it. He could hear the lion’s claws scraping on the ground and felt a small surge of pride surge inside himself. It made him happy to know he could bring such pleasure to the only person he had met who was able to make him feel this way.

“Right,” Conrad said after a few more moments of vigorous fellatio, “that’s enough. Down on all fours pup. Ready or not, here I come.” Femi felt powerful arms push him away from the glorious erection before him and, in a not too gentle fashion, shove him to the ground.

The forest floor was cool and a little damp. The grass was a nice cushion to kneel upon as Femi got himself into position, arching his back and raising his tail, so his rump was on full display and, with any luck, in a good position for Conrad to go to town on. Large lion paws gripped his sides as Conrad half knelt and half squatted, lining himself up to penetrate the prime piece of tail before him.

At first the ocelot could feel the pressure of an intruder against his anus, poking around as if to look for a way in. He tried to relax as best he could and allow the muscles to let the invader inside. Taking it slow, the mark was found and the tip started to breach the entrance.

Despite his best efforts to slicken things up, the lack of actual lubricant was very apparent and an angry, burning sensation coursed through Femi’s body as Conrad started to push inside. This was not the usual initial burn of anal penetration, but a sign that things were still far too dry. He gritted his teeth and winced as inch after inch was forced into his innards; maybe it would feel better once the thrusting started. A satisfied moan from the lion clued Femi into the fact his master had hilted. At least he was having a good time.

The slow withdrawal felt a little better, as things were moving in the correct direction, even if the barbs scratched like hell. However, the rough thrust back in only caused more pain than could be coped with and Femi screamed out in a panicked shout.

“Too dry, sir,” he yelled. “It’s too painful, I’m sorry.”

“No need to be sorry,” Conrad said, taking his time to extract himself from Femi’s bowels. “You’re just not loose enough to be taken with just spit as lube yet. Not to worry, that will change in time. Stay there.”

Femi obeyed the command and he watched as Conrad walked past him to the edge of the clearing. It seemed the lion was looking for something, which he soon found behind a tree. Bending down to pick something up, he produced a large bottle of lube from a plastic bag. There seemed to be something else in the bag, but Conrad left it behind and walked back up to the ocelot.

Without warning, a cold, soothing liquid was smeared all over Femi’s ring. It felt thick and gelatinous, and in a trice the burning sensation subsided. A furry digit started to enter, so he tried to relax and let it in so it could coat his anus with the same feeling of relief.

“Aloe vera lube,” Conrad explained as he worked. “Numbs things for the both of us, which means I can last even longer than usual. I hope you’re ready for a long evening because we’re not leaving here until I have finished.”

“I am yours to use, sir,” Femi replied. Now he no longer had a burning ring of fire behind him, he felt ready for anything. He wriggled his butt around his master’s finger as if to prove it.

“There’s a good pet,” laughed the lion as he removed his hand and realigned his shaft to begin again.

This time the inward thrust was fast and smooth. From the initial pop of lion tip past ocelot sphincter to balls slapping against balls, Conrad moved in one single, swift motion. From there, the pistoning motion started and Femi felt that empty-full-empty feeling he had grown to love return once more.

The bell on his collar jingled, and the padlocks keeping him in his gear rattled as the lion set to work with vigour and gusto. Femi found Conrad had not been wrong about the lube giving a numbing sensation as his abused anus was more than happy to accept the rough treatment it was receiving. Even the lion’s barbs were tolerable at this speed and, if anything, they just heightened the pleasure. He knew that this soothing effect could not last forever, however, so he decided to enjoy the ride for as long as he could.

It seemed Conrad was also feeling the effects, as he was pounding harder and faster than he had been going the night before. Femi figured that he was just not feeling it like he would when using a more normal lube. This gave the ocelot a chance to show off what he could do. Matching his breathing to Conrad’s as best he could, the small cat started clenching his anus, trying to tighten the muscles to give more friction to the lion currently rearranging his insides. That seemed to have little impact other than to change the grunting noises happening behind him.

A position change took place as Femi felt strong paws grabbing at his harness. Conrad seemed to be rocking the small cat back and forth almost as much as the much larger lion was pistoning. Driving deeper and deeper inside, almost punching the ocelot’s prostate as he tried to milk the pole skewering him. There was pleasure coming from the back, but his arms were growing tired of supporting the weight of both himself and an ever more frustrated lion.

After a few more minutes, Femi called out, exhausted and fell forwards as his arms gave way. His face fell to the damp grass and Conrad fell upon him, still humping for all he was worth. The lion leaned forward and started to use his whole body now, resting his hands on Femi’s head to prop himself up as he continued his relentless assault of the ocelot’s backside.

This was a new experience for the small feline, and while it was not painful at all, he did find that the pistoning of lion hips was driving his face into the mud. The cool wetness clung to his fur, and he could almost imagine his colourful fur pattern being stained green and brown. It was going to take quite a while in the shower to get clean after this outing.

“It’s no good,” Conrad shouted, frustration evident in his voice after a few more minutes of this new position, “I can get so far but just not quite over the edge.” He gave a few more thrusts before pulling out and flopping onto the ground, exhausted. He rolled onto his back, and Femi darted to the erection before it faded away.

Quick as he could, he wrapped a paw around it and jerked as hard and fast as he could, hovering his face near the tip, but keeping his mouth away from it. He glanced into his master’s eyes and was met with a part tired, part confused expression.

“Mark me, sir,” the ocelot explained. “You’ve claimed me, but not yet marked me as your own. If it pleases master, but I want your scent on me.” This might have been a bit of an overstep on the ocelot’s part, and the look Conrad gave him indicated the lion was thinking the same thing. A big lion paw gave the ocelot a gentle push away as the large feline rose to his feet. A stern look crossed his face.

“It’s not the pet’s place to make demands,” he said. There was a serious tone to his voice, but the lion did not sound cross. “However, I shall grant you this request. In punishment, though, I’m going to expect you to kneel there and accept my offering, and then you shall clean me off. Understood?”

“Yes sir,” Femi agreed, repositioning himself until he was kneeling in front of the shaft of lion meat before him. Conrad started to masturbate and it did not take long before he was working his arm in a fast and purposeful rhythm.

It was almost torture for Femi to watch his master pleasure himself, instead of allowing the willing mouth to do the work for him. He was the pet, and he was meant to be helping his master with this sort of task. However this was his punishment for speaking out of turn during a scene, and so he accepted his dues.

Having somewhat edged himself inside his pet, it did not take Conrad long to reach climax, sending ropes of thick lion seed all over the face of the ocelot before him. Femi felt splatter after splatter splash all over his muzzle, forehead, cheeks, and even over his eyes. Once he was sure the onslaught was over, he carefully blinked his eyes open, not wanting to be further punished for wiping the cum from his face.

“Thank you, sir,” he said, before opening his mouth and allowing Conrad to step forward and insert himself into the waiting muzzle. He felt the lion’s arms reach around the back of his head and keep the mouth sealed around the cock he was now servicing. He could taste his insides, cum, and lube on Conrad’s shaft, so kept suckling and licking until he could no longer sense the flavours.

The tip of his muzzle was jammed into the lion’s crotch, where the heavy scent seemed even stronger than before. It was enough to drive the ocelot wild with desire. He wished the leather jockstrap had been removed so he could allow his own shaft to stand proud. Instead he let the barbs aggravate his throat and kept servicing the lion until the beast was satisfied.

At last Conrad pulled out and laid down on the grass, looking up at the sky.

“You can wear that until we get back to the cabin,” he said as Femi pondered if he should be laying down next to his master. It was then the ocelot realised something. His instruction had been to clean the lion and so far only the cock was clean. There was still so much left to get his tongue into.

Instead of laying down next to his owner, Femi laid down on his front and set to work lapping on Conrad’s balls. The sweaty, musky scent he had been inhaling tasted as good on his tongue as it had in his nostrils. It was heavenly to the small cat and he could not help releasing a satisfied purring as he worked.

“What are you up to now, pet?” Conrad asked, sounding confused once more.

“Cleaning, sir,” came the reply. “Just like you asked.”

“Oh, I didn’t expect such a thorough job,” the lion commented, putting his arms behind his head to enjoy the attention.

Femi did far more than just a thorough job, he made sure not a single inch of the lion’s scent went without attention being given to it. Conrad even lifted his crotch to allow better access. Long and lingering slurps happened all over and Femi could not get enough. It was with a small whine when he finished his work and was forced to withdraw.

“Giving up already?” Conrad asked, giving his pet an inquisitive look. Femi cocked his head. It was his turn to be confused.

“I’ve finished, sir,” he replied, “Or at least I think I have.”

“You’ve not even touched the armpits yet.”

A lightbulb went on in Femi’s head as the words sunk in. The amazing cock and orbs were not the only part of his master that would deserve attention. There was a whole rest of the lion to worship. He wasted no time in laying on the ground, snuggling into the lion and set to work at once on the exposed pits.

The flavour profile was different but still very distinct, and not unpleasant. The underarms were more spicy, with less musk but with just as much scent. Femi took his time working his tongue over every crevice, cleaning the lion as best he could and making sure his master smelled as fresh as possible. All too soon both armpits were also completed. There was only one place left that the ocelot could think of that had remained unserviced.

“Sir,” he said, shimmying down to crotch level again, “would you roll over please? I have one bit of cleaning left to do.” Conrad chuckled as he rolled over and allowed the small cat access to the now grass-damped backside. Femi looked at the pert buttocks of the lion and almost fell upon them, rubbing and licking them, preening the fur as if he were a bird tending to its feathers. Once he was satisfied each side had been given equal attention, he spread the cheeks and worked his way between them.

The sudden jolt and approving moan when rough tongue met sensitive flesh told Femi he had hit the jackpot. The area under the lion’s tail was just as musky as the crotch had been, with the scent being rather concentrated along the butt crack. The ocelot was almost high on the scent, and he could feel the tight leather of his jockstrap pushing against his own throbbing member. He sensed a moistness around his crotch, and he knew he had been leaking pre-cum during the whole cleaning ritual. He hoped that this was something Conrad would demand again in the future.

“Oh yes,” the lion moaned. It seemed he was enjoying himself as much as Femi was. This drove the smaller creature on. He licked at the lion’s pucker, teasing it, probing at it. He had never eaten an arse with as much energy and enthusiasm as he was servicing Conrad’s, and he was loving it.

The tight ring of anal muscle soon gave way and Femi’s raspy pink tongue slipped inside a little, slickening the inner walls of the lion’s anus. He was rewarded with Conrad pushing back a little, as if trying to drive the smaller cat in deeper, so he obliged as best he could. It came as a bit of a shock when the lion stood up.

“Damn, pet,” he said as Femi sprawled on the grass, “you’re good at that.” The lion was sporting the most firm erection the ocelot had seen for a long time. “I’m going to need to take your hole again, and I think you’ll be wanting to bite down on something, as I’m not going to be going gentle this time.”

Femi was wondering what was gentle about the last time as he watched Conrad return to the bag he had discarded. This time the whole bag was retrieved, and from it came a cute, but not little, ball gag. The gag portion was red, but the pink leather straps it was attached to matched the rest of his outfit.

It seemed that his master was quite worked up, as the gag was almost forced into his mouth. It almost filled his muzzle, and stretched his jaw quite a bit, but was not painful to wear. The strap tightened it to a tight fit. There was no way he was going to be able to use his tongue to force it out. The clicking sound of a padlock being closed came as no surprise, though Femi hoped that the keys were nearby and not back at the cabin.

Time to further contemplate his fate was cut short as his master manhandled him into position and without warning, speared him to the hilt. Not given any time to prepare meant the entry was rough, and the ocelot was not relaxed. Thanks to the earlier pounding he had received, it did not burn, but even loosened up as he was, the entry was not comfortable.

Barbs scratched, almost with anger, as the thrusting started. This was much like how it had been the previous night, but with far less lube. Things were not quite dry, but it was obvious Conrad had not squirted a fresh blob onto his dick before starting his assault on Femi’s behind. The ocelot could feel everything that was going on back there. The lion was not a gentle lover at the best of times, but this time there was almost a primaeval need to the pounding.

“Scream if you want to go harder,” the lion grunted as he ploughed Femi’s backside. Sharp claws dug into the smaller cat’s flesh which caused him to cry out around his gag. This prompted Conrad to go even harder, using his weight and strength to drill deeper into the offering before him.

The cat mountain on top loomed over the much shorter feline, repositioning himself for a better angle of attack. The shift in position drove Conrad’s shaft firm against Femi’s prostate with every trust as the lion’s cock pistoned in and out of Femi’s anus, each movement causing the barbs to claw at the cat’s inner walls and making him give pained moans as he was bred.

“Yes!” Conrad moaned as he took what was his. Femi bit down hard on the gag as the lion worked him over. He felt like a fleshlight; a mere toy being used for his master to pleasure himself with. Even with the pain that came with it, this was exactly how he wanted to feel and he was loving every second of it. He was no longer a sexual partner; he was a masturbation aid once more.

The lowering sun of late afternoon had turned into the darkness of late evening, but still Conrad kept going. He was showing no signs of slowing down, or losing stamina. Despite the speed and ferocity of the pounding, it seemed the lion was still able to pace himself. This was in stark contrast to the earlier attempt. The numbing sensation of the lube seemed to make Conrad work harder than needed to feel anything, and now he had full sensation, he could control himself better to make things last as long as he wanted to.

Grass and mud stained Femi’s fur further as he was pushed into the dirt by the powerful hips pushing more than enough lion into the ocelot’s rear. All he could do was moan and whimper around his gag. Any thoughts of safewording or tapping out were far from his mind. All he could focus on was pleasing his master and feeling the sweet reward of a lion seed enema. Although, as much as he would have liked the lion to finish, he also did not want his torment to stop.

The pre flooding his jock soon turned into a full ejaculation as Conrad’s abuse of his prostate became too much to overcome. His anus tightened as he released his own offerings inside the leather prison. This seemed to be what Conrad needed as with an ear-splitting roar, he bottomed out and flooded Femi with his own juices. Both animals collapsed to the ground, with Conrad still buried inside his pet’s rump.

They lay there, panting, for a short while before Conrad extracted himself and used Femi’s face to clean himself up. The lion helped the ocelot to his feet before giving him a hug.

“Well done, pet. You did good tonight.”

Femi gave an appreciative moan around the gag. To his dismay, however, it was not removed. The lead was attached back onto the collar, and the pair started to retrace their steps as they went to head back to the cabin. It only took a few steps for Femi’s legs to give out and he flopped to the ground, still exhausted. With a grin, Conrad picked up him and carried the ocelot over his shoulder, lion semen dribbling out the abused feline’s rear and down his legs as he was taken back to where Conrad was calling home for the time being.

When they got cabin, the lion placed Femi back on his unsteady feet so he could grab the hidden spare key. As Conrad unlocked the front door, Femi stopped him from entering. Laying down, he guided Conrad into using his chest as a doormat, to stop the lion treading dirt and mud from the woods into the nice, clean lodgings in a final act of submission before the scene ended. He then wiped down his own paws before following the lion inside.

In no time at all, the gag and leather jockstrap were removed and both felines were in the shower. For all the aggression of the sex, Conrad was making up for it while they cleaned. The lion was gentle, and made sure to get all the dirt and cum out of the ocelot’s fur, all while enjoying long embraces and giving Femi support and encouragement, congratulating him on his outstanding performance.

After the shower, Conrad helped the ocelot dry his fur and leather gear. It had felt strange showering while in gear, but Tina had mentioned it had been treated, so he figured it should be fine. The note with the box may well have had contact details for the store if there were any problems anyway.

Once both felines were dry, the lion ordered takeaway food, and then dragged Femi onto the bed for some hardcore snuggle time until their meal arrived. Femi was given the task of licking his jock clean, a task he performed with gusto, before Conrad helped dry it and get the small feline back wearing it. The pair then laid on the bed and shared some well earned downtime.

Femi was the one who had to answer the door when dinner arrived, as Conrad was still in a state of undress and had no intention of changing that. The wolf who delivered the meal looked a little surprised by what the ocelot was wearing, but gave the cat a lusty look once he was over the initial shock. The small cat had never felt so objectified, and it gave him more of a thrill than he expected.

After all the food had been eaten, and Femi had completed his chore of washing the dishes, the two cats resumed snuggling on the bed.

“You know,” Conrad said, looking up the ceiling as Femi snuggled up in his armpit, giving it occasional licks, “we should go back to the bar at some point and show off your new look.” Femi said nothing, but he picked himself up enough to make eye contact with his master. The erection was already starting to press against the leather nestled in his crotch. He gave a small nod, before showing his agreement to the idea by sliding down to the lion’s crotch and giving it enough attention to start another round of hard, and most agreeable, sex.