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“Urgh… Boys. If this deal's fucked up because you can't keep it in your pants, I will rip your throat," grumbled Leonard in-petto as he adjusted his tie. Only ten minutes ago, he was still in his little haven away from work.

Most CEOs of grand companies had ways to release steam. A few spent money like they owned a country on the side, some delved into deviant desires on private islands. Leonard? No, he was too small for that. Plus, he had his way of releasing steam. Being fucked.

Nothing helped him sleep at night, nothing helped him relax during the day, and nothing got him as satisfied as getting fucked by another man. Though he had to admit, over time, his “Boys," as he called them, were getting rowdy and bold. A bit too daring for the fifty-six years old white Lion who had to juggle private life, professional life, and his slutty desires.

More often than not, he could trust his Boys. Having parts in the company or an interest in keeping their cushy jobs made them diligent. But this time?

Well, Leonard had been bouncing on Paul's lap, getting fucked by the wild Boar and stuffed with his cum, when the facility worker reminded Leonard he had a meeting for a contract renewal in ten minutes with the Dehry company.

Instead of warning him before their little run, Paul had forced Leonard to wear a typical pink bra, panties, and fishnets. He removed Leonard's cage, too, and tied a ribbon around it so everyone watching Leonard through the room's camera could have seen the elderly Lion act like a lowly bitch.

But once Leonard was reminded of the important visit?

All was off. It was only through Paul's insistence and help that Leonard hadn't ripped the dainty underwear off. And maybe it was through the promise the Boys would all come to fuck him that Leonard was convinced to keep those slutty clothes on.

Still, it was with a frown and slightly reeking of sex, Leonard stepped forward. No amount of towel could wipe the cum sticking to his asshole, and an enema was beyond reach. Plus, if he added perfume to hide the smell…

No, it'd be worse.

Leonard would have to find an explanation. Something… Anything. Ideas ran through his brain as he left the elevator, putting that in the back of his mind alongside finding a way to punish the boys and… The Lion raised an eyebrow.

He passed a hand on his braids, on his carefully cared mane, on his muzzle with no traces of beard or mustache… or cum. And he looked at the Zebra facing him alongside the young Gorilla, Leonard's current finance director, and one of the Boys.

“Ah, he's here!" said the Gorilla, Holden, with one of his glistening smiles. Even if he was somehow of a recent addition, Holden was brilliant… Damn too smart for his good and it was only through Leonard's presence the Gorilla hadn't jumped ship and town. But that made him quite reliable.

With Holden's gaze and guidance, Leonard was led to the Zebra and offered the man a hand. Though, it was still a surprise. Usually, all deals with Dehry passed through that bastard of a peacock, Manfred.

Yet, here was that old Equine with a tiny pair of glasses on his muzzle, with a stern look on his face. Even his mane was clean, cut short, and close to his head, as those green eyes scanned the Lion. Yet, a thin smile appeared on the man's face as the nostrils dilated.

“Mr Miller. Here's Mr Davis, Financial Director for Dhery."

“Call me Anderson, or Anders," said the Zebra, shaking Leonard's hand firmly.

“Leonard. Manfred doesn't handle the renewal?"

“Oh no, Mister Easton has some issues; he cannot handle the contract renewal. I will be there in his stead, unless this is an issue?"

“No, not at all," answered Leonard with a nod and a smile.

Honestly, the further away Manfred was, the better everyone felt. It was easy to coax more from the Peacock… But it meant enduring the long, gloating talk more than Leonard liked to do. Plus, it was a new face, and if Holden wasn't bothered by him…

Leonard retracted his hand, and Holden ushered them both into the meeting room, a soundproofed room with a table surrounded by comfortable leather chairs. Then, on the side was all needed to welcome a VIP with a water fountain, a coffee machine, finger food on a side table, and… Leonard frowned, seeing one box and a bottle of lube among them.

Still, his eyes returned to the center of the room where Anderson sat down, fetching one stack of paper. Well, that guy wasn't coming to a meeting unprepared… In return, Leonard glared at Holden, who shrugged. Finally, the Lion sat right beside the company representative.

“Well, Anderson. I had some issues with my planning, therefore I will need to read the contract renewal before I can sign it," said Leonard, watching the neat stack of papers… And hearing the door close behind. Holden left. They were alone in the quite stylized meeting room, from the brick wall on the other side, to the warm light coming from the sconces.

However, Anderson smiled, turning to Leonard and leaving his stack of papers for a second.

“This is no problem. Holden warned me you would be… Delayed with a certain Paul?"

Shit… Leonard felt almost trapped. He would rush outside to smack Holden on the head if the Gorilla wasn't so important that he needed his wits… Instead, the Lion reclined. He had his hand brushing his face, his muzzle, while seeing the Zebra's grin. Moreover, he saw how relaxed the male acted… How smug he was. That smile wasn't feigned, nor the twinkle in those eyes.

“What has Holden told you?" asked the Lion, joining his hands on his chest.

“Hmm. Enough to say the camera is recording. I am curious about what you wear but I can offer you something you desire."

With that said, Anderson shifted on his chair, made it turn so the Zebra faced Leonard entirely, and spread his legs. Contrary to Holden's more relaxed attire, Anderson wore something tight: a black vest, buttoned shirt, burgundy tie, black slacks, and polished shoes. Something that made him look even sexier… And tempting when that bulging groin was on display, with Leonard catching glimpses of the Equine's hefty groin and… Well, that flared head pressing against the fabric.

“Holden has told you enough then," said Leonard, going for his black tie, he undid, throwing it aside as he stood up.

The Zebra nodded, reaching for his stack of paper.

“You will see I made arrangements that will please you. But I'd expect you to sweeten the deal, Leonard. Strip."

The cold tone employed, almost like a Boss to a subordinate, made Leonard's fur straighten. Same as his muscles that tensed for a second, before his tail swayed. And so, the Lion started to strip. Vest, shirt, belt, shoes… It was a long process in which the Zebra seemed to stay put and watch, though sometimes tilting his head.

No words, no awe, no “ah" were uttered from that male who seemed to be made out of stone in that instant. He could have even tapped his ballpoint pen against the desk if not for Leonard's display for the Zebra and anyone watching through the camera. He even winked at it, knowing his Boys would enjoy the sight…

Admiring, watching, and even fapping as the Lion was down to his barest clothes. From the pink bra to the pink panties, the pinkish fishnet stockings digging into his fur… All pink to make him more girly, more pleasing, more tempting as the muscular and elder Lion shook that rump, those hips, that ample posterior reinforced by a healthy amount of exercising.

No… It was a contrast to see such a muscular and perfectly fit male wearing dainty underwears that were digging into his fur and muscles, creating a dissonance… Creating a surprising contrast of pink versus white, of lace against slightly damp fur, to imagine the smell of rose and perfume emanating from the Feline… yet to smell the crass scent of sex and cum.

Then, as everything went down, even to his socks, Leonard gripped his panties to pull them down, feeling how the small underwear was truly digging into his private parts.

It could have been compared to a thong… One that wasn't removed when Anderson's hand raised.

“Stop. Fetch me a coffee, Sissy."

Cold words, cold tone. Leonard's heart drummed in his chest. The word Sissy was enough to get his cock throb inside his painful underwear, and his tail twitched, the tufty end smacking against the floor.

“You heard me."

No more. Leonard felt the front of his already damp underwear get worse. Yet, he followed, going to the coffee machine to get a mug.

“Get me an assortment, too. I want to sample what your company prepared for me."

Leonard froze, but he followed. He took one of the plastic trays, with nothing on his body, and started to pick from the cream and cucumber sandwiches to the elaborate little bread stuffed with different fillings. Each time he picked something wrong, it was to hear the Zebra's tongue clicking like Leonard was a worthless and stupid whore. Yet, merely hearing the disapproving tone awoke a thirst in the Feline, who complied. Finally, he had a trail he offered to the Zebra, who watched it… And set it aside.

“Plastic. Next time we meet, you will do better, Sissy."

“Yes, I will."

The words came naturally to Leonard, as much as going on all fours when the Zebra snapped his fingers and pointed down. Naturally, the Feline mouth went closer to Anderson's groin, ready to inhale the man's musk or to worship his cock. But no… Not as the Zebra clicked his tongue.

“Such a slut," he said, shaking his head. “Stay on all fours, I need a footrest while I read the contract."

Leonard blinked. What… This wasn't what he expected.

“You heard me? On all fours. And I don't want to hear you complain."

If not for the second call, Leonard would have remained frozen, stuck in place, even under the dismayed gaze from Anderson. But once Leonard got over it? He… Went on all fours, placed himself where the Zebra pointed, guided by a finger and the clicking tongue until… The man's foot landed on Leonard's back.

Then, as if everything was usual… Or if he was presenting the contract, Anderson started to read it.

With the paper before his eyes, the Zebra went over the jargon of the contract renewal, reinstating the long-standing nature of their companies' collaborations, how it was a common accord they were doing so, without any coercion.

And with it followed… Well, the terms. Numbers. Estimates in the exchange. The confirmation Dhery would handle the freight transport for Leonard's companies, the estimates for each transport, how long they would take, and the routes.

Leonard knew this, but as he tried to speak and suggest the Zebra could go faster or skip to the annual modifications, the man tapped with his talons on the Feline's back and clicked his tongue without adding much.

Then, Anderson would return to the read, leaving no other options for Leonard but to stay still. If he moved, the tongue clicked. If he breathed loudly or made a noise, the tongue clicked. If he didn't answer when the Zebra checked up on him, the tongue clicked.

It was like waiting… Expecting… Doing nothing.

Nothing but being a footrest for that Zebra who acted like he owned the company. No, he owned the piece of furniture Leonard was at the moment. A piece of furniture that had all the trouble to stay still and silent.

Sure, Anderson's feet were pressing on Leonard's back, pressing against the tense muscles that had to keep the position, and no amount of exercise could equal thirty minutes of that treatment, or more. But there was also… The sensation. The cold room temperature rushing to his fur, the hunger gnawing at his guts, while he heard the Zebra munching on finger food or slurping his coffee.

And… The sense of gape.

A sensation that remained as Leonard had been fucked only ten minutes before meeting Anderson. And at that moment, his asshole burned. It closed, it opened, it winked… And with it, cum dribbled between the cheeks, inside the panties, on his constrained nuts. It coated everything while the poor Feline had to stay still, despite the pain… Despite the fabric digging in his chest, in his legs, in his thighs.

But if he moved…

“Stay still, Sissy. I'm not done," spoke the Zebra, admonishing Leonard. And Leonard couldn't stop the shiver that went down to his groin, to his cock that rubbed against the lace. He was hard. He had been hard. He had been excited ever since Anderson revealed what he desired.

But at the same time, there was no outlet, nothing, no… No way for the Feline to release that pent-up need as he turned his head away from the Zebra and bit his lips. He wanted to get off. His asshole begged it, his cock wanted it. Even his mouth felt parched, and his body eager to move, to change position.

However, the only change in position was whether Anderson put one foot atop the other or not. Nothing as the extended reading continued, as it was certain the Boys were watching the read, mainly with the sound off.

It was… Humiliating. Painfully so.

But oh so exciting, oh so difficult, oh so… Pleasing for the Lion who had to control his swaying tail and twitching ears. However, he couldn't solely focus on his inner desires to control them. Anderson quickly picked up whenever Leonard's mind was drifting, calling him out. He sometimes poked the Feline's pained back with his feet to ensure the Lion listened.

It was almost torture, a steady torture in which Leonard couldn't escape, forced to take in the situation and find himself edging on utter abandon or utter pain. His fingers pressed on the carpet, rubbing it to find a sense of comfort or stimulation his mind couldn't get from the boring read. He focused on his muscles, finding and listening where the pain came from until he became attuned with the tiniest of movements, the tiniest of changes, and-

“That's it. Do you have any changes to make to the contract?"

“No! None! Nothing!" burst Leonard, blinking.

No, he had nothing to change about the contract. Anderson had not only been fair, but he also made some changes, allowing communication between teams and access to the logistics platform used by the Dhery company, something Manfred had always been pushing against.

No… This was a good… An almost-perfect contract.

And then, the Zebra chuckled.

“Good. Excellent then," Anderson said while raising one hand towards the camera. “Get up and use what's in the box near the food. I will wait."

Leonard was almost too eager to jump on his feet. He almost strained his back in the movement, but his need to move was unfeigned as he shook one leg, then the other. He had one hand pressing on his back, and looked at the Zebra, who seemed almost fond of the Lion.

“What's in the box?"

“Something I have been asking. Use it."

Dubious, Leonard went to the table with all the displayed food, and the box he had almost forgotten in his wait. He didn't know how long it had been since all the light was artificial… But yes, Leonard was certain it had been at least one hour as he reached for the box, opened it, expecting a dildo and finding…

“Make-up?"

“Put it on."

It wasn't make-up. It was only a lipstick with a mirror, allowing the Lion to put it on without making a mess. Which was needed as Leonard had never done this before. Wearing panties, he started doing it five years ago. Bras? Two. Fishnets? One? Lipstick? That was a novelty as he uncapped it to find the rich purple, looking like glaze, shimmering under the neon light. He frowned at it, then, he looked at the mirror.

Still, he puckered his lips and started to apply it as much as he could… Then smacked his lips, imitating what he'd seen in the movies to apply the lipstick evenly.

It was…

“It is good enough. You will need to apply yourself for our next meetings, Sissy," said Anderson before the sight. Even though his eyes and face betrayed disappointment. Still, he opened his legs wide and had his hands on his knees.

“You earned your reward."

Reward. It wasn't a good contract to sign or anything. It was the pleasure, no, the bliss to kneel between a man's legs despite the pain and slowly undo his belt, peel away the layers, smell the musk emanating from that stern and hardy man, be hit by the waft of macerating fluids in the underwear… And the joy of being allowed to please someone, to be with someone, after being stuck and forced to stay still as a footrest.

A smile remained on Leonard's lips all the way despite the burning pain in his back. He endured it as he watched the throbbing shaft beneath the fabric and peeled it off, removing the layers of fabric drenched with precum while the masculine perfume grew stronger and stronger, almost intoxicating… Almost toxic.

Almost… Burning.

But the Feline took it in, inhaling the perfume from Anderson and finding a hint of surprise, or amazement, on the Zebra's face as he had his tongue land on the Zebra's nethers, right on his pubes.

“You smell amazing."

“I didn't expect you to like it so much," said Anderson, sighing in pleasure from having his genitals released from his pants and briefs. Oh, he was hung. Like one of the Boys, Leonard thought. However, the Zebra was on the heavier and bigger side rather than the average.

With black, shaved, and low-hanging nuts, Leonard was already smitten. Enough to put one lipstick mark on each nut, somehow excited to watch the purple lipstick contrasting with the leathery and sweaty scrotum.

Was it why Anderson requested it?

Still, Leonard was not feigning his love for details as he kissed those nuts once more… And felt his tail twitch by watching that perfectly formed lipstick mark again, right by the first, with the sweat already smearing it. The Leonine's heart fluttered as he looked up, looked beyond the flared ebony cock slowly stirring and erecting from its sheath.

The sweat, the musk, the precum, it all formed a thin veil covering the ebony skin, the veins, the flare itself in its ascension. And Leonard, all too keen to worship and please, had his covered lips meet with the shaft's underside, leaving a purple mark where he touched. One mark, followed by another, and another, his lips meeting and almost… Sucking the greasy fluids sticking to the organ while rubbing his chin and fur against the Equine's swollen nuts.

“Hrmph… You were not lying," said Anderson, reclining in his chair, gripping his lorgnettes to set them away. All the while, a glance at the camera and the little red dot beneath it indicated someone was still watching.

A show the Lion was eager to improve as, with one hand slipping behind, he started to adjust his posture to have his posterior aligned with the camera's focus and… Slipped one finger inside his stained panties, between his cheeks, against the asshole.

An asshole that was eagerly winking and sucking on the digit whenever it advanced, and on the second that was offered. There was no effort to be made, and Leonard moaned from fingering himself, from feeling his burning and needy hole suddenly satisfied, or plugged, by a presence, by something.

The Feline's ears twitched, then dropped. All the while, the black spire kept ascending and pushing higher, bearing the traces of the Lion's lust in its wake until it seemed stiff, rigid, engorged… And landing between Leonard's ears, dripping and leaving a trail of precum on that mane.

“How far can we take it?" asked Anderson, taping the armrest and looking down, though Leonard couldn't see him back… Unless he tilted his head right.

“What?"

“How far can I go with you? Can you take it?"

“Pretty sure. Do you know about my-"

“Safeword. I do."

Nothing more was needed for Leonard, a weight in his chest dropping as he continued to slip his fingers inside his asshole, alternating between index, big finger, and ring finger… Whichever he pulled out was then exposed against the panties, letting the Boys see the result of Paul's recent stuffing.

Assuredly they were talking, commenting, or fapping… If they were still interested.

But the Lion was more than eager to make a show for them by continuously kissing and worshiping that Zebra's cock, using his tongue to carefully collect the fluids that were sticking to the skin before delivering another of his kiss marks. He should have done so earlier, but now the taste of lipstick had taken much of the Zebra's genitals, leaving the Lion scrambling for bits and pieces unsoiled by the purple touch. Yet, whenever he thought about it, Leonard's cock stiffened and spewed again in his panties, drenching them further.

And again, when Anderson gripped his shaft's base and lifted it.

“Are you thirsty?"

“You're…"

Not erect, that was the Lion's question.

But it seemed not as the Zebra waved his cock, proving how soft he was. He had enough control. But then.

“You're?"

“You're… Nothing. Yes, I need a drink," said Leonard, glancing at the water fountain.

“Open up."

Open… Up.

Leonard frowned, grimaced, had his fingers stop.

The intensity of the moment seemed to break down, awkwardness to set in. He could refuse, he had never done so before…. But it'd ruin the moment. But at the same time, it was a first time. It… Was nothing unlike the other tries from his Boys. And if he was disgusted or hated it, they could stop.

That thought occurred so fast, the Lion was back with his open mouth, the corner of his lips curled into a thin smile, and his tongue extended before the Zebra could ask if Leonard was into it.

And then, almost as a gift… The Zebra's cocktip, the flare, was at the edge of Leonard's lips. More than that, the rough taste coming from the Zebra's smell was already making Leonard salivate. And salivate some more when the first yellow droplets were mixed with the precum near the urethra.

The taste started a bit metallic, at first, but soon went to salty and warm. And… bitter?

Not so much to make the Lion step back, but it reminded him of his own scent when he went to the toilets, or when he went to a public bathroom to get railed. The raw taste of urine, of fluids.

Yet, it was something he took. The first droplets, and then the following ones.

Above, Anderson's face contracted as he was releasing the flow now and then, not going as far as unleashing the full content of his bladder inside the Lion's eager mouth. But he needed it. And the slight satisfaction of letting the fluid run its course was pleasing as much as hearing the Lion gulping it. Slow at first, but faster.

Faster, as Leonard was getting used to the taste, to the sensation of the steamy hot liquid pouring on his tongue, filling the back of his mouth, and then slipping down his throat. Then, as he swallowed faster… The Zebra was releasing more and more. Until it was a constant rivulet, the Lion took in despite the yellow droplets sticking to his chin and sometimes dripping on the carpet.

Was it disgusting? Maybe.

But Leonard enjoyed it and continued to smile as he gulped, finding something else, something he… Could appreciate, somehow.

Something new to enjoy as he gulped the liquid down to the last droplets and found himself no longer so parched.

And chuckling when that Zebra's cock smacked against his muzzle, pressing against his tongue until he had his coarse tongue clean the tip.

Coarse enough for Anderson to shudder when the most sensitive part of his anatomy was touched… And for him, still, to get stiff and harder, for his shaft to start to point upward instead of dropping like it did before.

“Hh… That was what I needed," said Anderson, passing a hand on his face, on the sweat caking the thin fur covering his muzzle, before he looked down at the Lion going back to kissing and licking the pole. “Up on your feet. I want to see “it"."

Leonard stopped licking, his face burning brighter, though only an almost imperceptible tinge changed around his cheeks. He stood up, straightened, and left behind that organ he had been keen, eager, to worship. He straightened, showing off his underwear still drenched with precum as he had his tail swaying behind him.

The taste of piss remained stuck to his lips and tongue, as much as he tried to wash it down with saliva. But it was… Exciting. As much as his panties formed a tent that was cupped, touched, stroked by the Zebra's extended hand.

“Is it that small?"

The Lion nodded, biting his lips and eager as he saw the Zebra's thumb hook on his panties. All the while, with his hands behind him, Leonard was still playing with his ass though he couldn't finger it. He pushed on the cheeks, pressed on them, knowing the camera focused on them… Before the panties were pulled down. The Zebra chuckled.

“It's really that small. So… Tiny," laughed Anderson, pressing his index against Leonard's cock. He pushed against it, against the product of smaller chastity cages mixed with cream for hemorrhoids. The results was a shrinking cock, the shrinkage of the cavernous body until, even as excited as he was, Leonard could only reach… Three inches.

Three pathetic inches that couldn't even resist the push and tug from the Zebra's index, that bent and were forced to follow any imposed movement. All the while, that same organ spurted on the Lion's balls, which were more reasonable in size and volume. However, as it was… Simply put, the Lion's genitals were smaller than the Zebra's, just a tiny end that couldn't compare.

But Leonard was joyful with it. Further shrinkage might have made him impotent and led to more issues. But such length was perfect to be teased about or to have his partners play with it.

Even now as the Zebra was inching closer, sliding his fat cock between the Lion's thighs until that fluffy scrotum was lifted…

Until the Zebra's muzzle was right by the Lion's ears, whispering.

“I want to make it squirt so bad, Sissy."

Squirt. That was how his Boys described Leonard's ejaculation. And though he didn't ejaculate from the tease, a little blob of precum left the Lion's erect erection on his balls.

“My cunt… You can use my cunt."

Again, Anderson was not the smallest individual he'd been with. He was near the top size-wise… But the Lion had already been fisted. His rim was so swollen, so eager, it looked closer to a crater even though he could still exert pressure on it.

A pressure such as when, sitting on the Zebra's lap, his asshole seemed to wink and almost kiss Anderson's cock and balls.

“You could take me without lube, Bitch."

“But let's not be too crazy," said Leonard. He glanced at the bottle of lube on the table. His Boys had prepared everything for that moment…

And as Anderson squeezed, sprayed the cold lube on his cock, erasing and smearing the lipstick marks, Leonard bit his tongue. A glance up and the camera was still focused on him… On his pathetic erection, on his piss stained chin, on his mane dirty with precum, on those legs lifted by Anderson as he was led… guided… And placed on the Zebra's lap. They were back on the chair, but Anderson planned to have the Lion impaled on his cock.

Still, he was only an accountant: his arms trembled while lifting the fit Lion, who chuckled on return.

“Let me handle it," he said, putting one foot on the chair while using the Zebra's shoulder and his core muscles to balance himself.

An exercise that could end poorly.

But ended with the reward of that flared tip meeting with the welcoming and swollen rim. Ended with the kiss of that rim opening and closing on the cock as it slipped inside.

Ended with a purr and moan, both shared as Leonard's hips descended, at a steady and wondrous pace… Fast, showing and exposing how accommodating his hole was. He wasn't going full in; he sometimes backed up only to press onward a second later. His progress was impressive in taking an equine, a feat not all could take.

And so… As the cock slipped further inside, stretched his guts, pressed on his prostate, the Lion's purred and smiled. Smiled while glancing over his shoulders.

“Do you like it?"

A question, whose answer was a deep moan from Anderson. He had thrown his head back, almost hitting the back of the chair with his nape. His fingers dug into the armrest, his tail swayed. And the dribbles of saliva proved Anderson was enjoying it. Full well. Enough for the Lion to chuckle as he understood he was back in control.

It was time, then, to earn his reward and to please the Zebra. Two actions rolled in one as he finished to impale himself to the base, feeling the flared end tickling places that ought not to be touched… Before he lifted, feeling the rim struggling and clenching to keep everything together.

With the lift, precum, cum, lube, and natural lubricant followed in a slurping sound that would have alarmed anyone in the room. But not… Not as they were alone. Leonard's hole sucked dearly onto Anderson's cock, allowing practically no air to escape before the Lion descended again, his ears twitching… His cock twitching.

The effort all hinged on Leonard's arms and legs, even as he shifted his posture, worsening the pain and exhaustion that had plagued him.

But the effort, the pain, the torment, was to be rewarded. Replaced, even, by the delicate bliss of feeling someone's cock, a real cock, throb inside him. He felt it through his rim, he felt it against his prostate, he felt it in his guts, literally.

And the Lion smiled. Smiled like he never did in public, like he never would dare in front of women or people who couldn't comprehend this. The pleasure, the delight, the joy in being taken. The delight in submission.

A delight that could only grow by the second as his hips bounced up and down, guided and helped by the Zebra's hands. Steadily, Anderson reaffirmed his grip on the Sissy Lion. Lion who wasn't about to slip away. He purred, he smiled, he savored the sensation as that fat cock rubbed against his insides, pressed them, squeezed them.

Pain was there, of course, expected. But again, it had been crushed down. Down until remained the ecstatic satisfaction of bouncing on that fat cock, watched over, probably talked down and humiliated like a cheap whore.

Leonard's cock bounced up and down, spraying precum all over the carpet and his balls. Was he dissatisfied with it?

No… No, when he felt his scrotum tense, when he felt the tension at his needy cocktip increase… And nearly skyrocketed when Anderson pinched it, pinched the tip.

Leonard frowned, grimaced, and scrounged while his lips were pulled, showing his teeth.

His tail swayed, echoing Anderson's as their pleasures were coming to a close.

But first was Leonard's. One… Single shot that barely slipped beyond the Zebra's fingers, coating them in white. One single shot that led the Lion to roar, to cry, to close his eyes and open his mouth wide while his body continued to move on its own.

But if he could move his legs and arms… His asshole, however, had locked.

It pressed, squeezed, packed the Zebra's cock who was moaning and shivering, too. One who held onto his orgasm, bit his lips, huffed, blew air through his nostrils.

And came, only one half-a-minute, maybe less, after Leonard.

An orgasm that was, evidently, far more impressive as the cumshot hit the Lion's depths, driven by the throbs coursing through the organs as shot after shot sprayed the Lion's inner walls.

And as Anderson started to pull, to lift himself, Leonard felt the cum and precum dripping from his orifice. He felt it despite the tug from the flared cock on his rim.

He felt the burning hot cum being still pumped inside with each of Anderson's breath until… Until it stopped.

But by then, the Lion was feeling both bloated and way too… Full. Way to marked for his own good as he felt the fluids stuck inside him and yet managing to seep through his asshole. Then… As he gave up, Leonard landed back on the shaft. He grumbled, he sighed, he… Narrowly cried when the pressure on his prostate and inner walls was too intense.

Then… He closed his eyes, letting himself go… Drop… Land on the Zebra's chest while he felt the organ steadily go soft inside him. Soon enough, all that cum would dribble outside, make a mess of the chair they were on and the carpet.

Silence.

But their breathings, heavy, loud, intense.

“What… A cunt," said Anderson, his voice raspy and one hand going over his forehead, rubbing it.

Leonard chuckled, feeling almost snug in this position now that he didn't have to move anymore… Still, he glanced at the camera, watching as the red dot turned off. Nobody was watching, then?

He shook his head, narrowly tickling the Zebra's muzzle with his mane.

“We should get those contracts signed before we cum on it," said the Lion, patting the Zebra's arm.

“What? You… Still want to do it?" asked Anderson, still out of breath.

“Yes! I'm going to miss my cardio tonight, I might as well compensate for it!"

“Miss… Your cardio?" asked Anderson, blinking… And turning almost white when he heard the door to the meeting room open. Outside, most lights had been turned off… Showing how it was already dark outside.

They had been there for hours, it seemed. And Anderson watched as people he didn't know invited themselves to the room, going from a Boar, an Elephant, another Lion, one Crocodile, and even a Shark. All types of species were joining inside, though only a portion was wearing a suit. Some seemed to be office workers, cleaners, and whatnot. And most were already showing a pronounced bulge or a lecherous grin. One echoed by Leonard as he patted Anderson's cheeks.

“Don't worry about getting back home, I'll have everything ready for us," said Leonard, pushing on his arms and legs, slipping away from the Zebra's lap to stand up despite the cum pouring from his gaping and burning asshole. The semen dripped and dropped loudly, attracting the eyes as the Lion went on his legs with a gait that didn't betray he had been impaled on a monster of a dick only a moment ago. And as he passed a hand on his mane, he seemed almost casual as more of the men approached, going as far as kissing him.

Then, as Anderson seemed to be recovering his wits, passing a hand on his face… He watched the Lion grin at him, beckoning him with one finger.

“Let's get to know each other better; I think you might be a perfect addition to my Boys. As long as you don't plan to reveal what's between us."

At that moment, Anderson wasn't thinking about betraying the Lion. His only thought were: how could he join Leonard's company and fuck that Sissy Lion again… And Again.