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As someone wealthy enough to not need to work a regular job, Jovi often moonlighted more impractical career choices that proved lucrative and allowed him to meet interesting people. It also proved to be exhausting. For example, opening up a class for sissies meant a lot of wealthy patrons who didn’t have the time to pretty up their pets or train them gave Jovi a steady income and a loyal base of followers. Not so much that the zebra would call himself a cult leader. Cult leaders had no sense of fashion anyway.

This little ‘school’ of his gave him connections. Kink wasn’t cheap, and while he respected those who made it work on a budget, like his flatmate Knox who seemed keen on spending time in junkyards for metal he could reforge into something useful, or one of his partner’s Alexandria who was, to be frank, more musclehead than kinkster, he appreciated those with a sense of class. Not because he found their tastes more enjoyable, Jovi couldn’t care less about the vintage of wine or how far removed one’s family line was from a dynasty. No, Jovi liked people of high-class because they were the most fun to humiliate and dominate whenever he moonlighted as a dominatrix.

While he’d say a dominatrix of his caliber was rare, Jovi was under no pretense that he was more chosen because of what he was rather than his skills. With long blonde locks that shined with the best hair products money could buy, a fashion sense of a diva, the spunky attitude of a bimbo that could turn on a dime to be the ruthless domme big men behind long desks would beg to worship, and, of course, the long golden chastity cage over his massive cock, he was a catch to anyone willing to meet his rates. Rates that fluctuated based on his own preference. It wasn’t fair, but Jovi had the freedom to pick and choose his clients. He only chose outside his type when the money was too good to pass up.

Unfortunately, this had a side effect of exhaustion and expectations. His chauffeur noticed as much when Jovi slumped into the backseat. His hair was wet with sweat, the latex clung tight to his body and peeled off on the trip home from the back of the luxury sedan, the stench of which made Jovi’s face twist.

“Rough client, madam?” The chauffeur asked.

“Something like that. I’m sorry, but can we drive home in silence? Nursing a headache over here.” Jovi rubbed his temple as the driver nodded. It wasn’t the first time the zebra asked for a silent ride after a particularly difficult client. Though to be fair, Jovi did not expect to be so bothered this time. The client, a repeat customer, was one of your standard CEOs. One that spent so much time climbing the corporate ladder, so much time dominating others, that they forgot how to be dominated. He was so entrenched in his office life that he marked their sessions from Jovi as consultant work. Just as well, Jovi didn’t mind a little office roleplay, but it was coming off the back of another client, and before that his lessons, and before that was a porn shoot where a director friend of a pornstar friend of his practically begged Jovi to perform in.

Jovi didn’t hate being a dom. He just hated that everyone forgot he was a switch. If he didn’t get dicked down soon he might, as Rocky would say to the annoyance of him and Knox, McFuckin lose it.

What he needed was a nice relaxing bath, an evening of soap operas, and to get absolutely smashed by a hunk. Jovi didn’t have that third lined up and sorted through his contacts when he got in the elevator that accessed his penthouse condo. He stopped when he saw the time, knowing it was far too late on a weeknight for anyone he’d want to come by. Except Alexandria, but she’d probably be sleeping.

The doors opened with a ping at the top floor. There, in a latex maid outfit, stood a black lop bunny with his head bowed in respect upon Jovi’s return. “Welcome home, Mistress,” he said, offering to take Jovi’s bag which the zebra gave.

“Thank you, Franny.” His name was Francis and his mistress preferred Francine. Jovi had taken him on loan for education. He called the bunny Franny as an easy middle ground in their education, one that still made their facial fur brighten when hearing it. The zebra took to the nearest seat out of the elevator without pause, holding up his designer hoof boots for the maid who kneeled down to untie them. “Good girl,” he praised, knowing that they were still in a stage that required constant praise rather than expecting service. He preferred to praise those in his care, but some demanded he train their pets for more strict lifestyles. C'est la vie.

“Run me a bath, will you? I’ve had a long day and need a soak.”

“Shall I tell master Knox and his guests that you will be busy?”

Jovi snickered at hearing Franny refer to Knox by that honorific, knowing that the lion hated such titles. “Guests?” he asked, “What guests?”

Franny blinked with confusion, “Were you not made aware? Master Knox invited several people into the penthouse. They are waiting for you in the living room.”

“Did he now?” Jovi said with restrained resentment. He let Knox stay when he pleased but it was under the guideline that he not bring other people without telling him. He scoured his phone for texts to see if he missed something and found none. Perhaps dom Jovi can have one last victim for tonight. “Come along, Franny. This might take a while.”

Jovi’s living room, in Knox’s words, could be a studio apartment. It was a wide space with a bar attached to the kitchen, a flat screen that never saw use, and a conversation pit styled couch at least ten feet in diameter. There, on the black leather cushions, lounged Knox in all his mesh shirt glory. Besides the lion were other members of Jovi’s class or close friends of the two, such as Rocky the tomboy femboy hyena pornstar lounging with his sneakers over Jovi’s black leather. All eyes turned to Jovi when he entered, all save Knox who acted like Jovi wasn’t there until he heard him speak up.

“Knox, you’re supposed to text when you bring company,” Jovi said, hastily straightening his hair. He didn’t want his students to see their primadonna sissy mentor as a total mess.

The lion femboy grinned. “Defeats the purpose of a surprise, doesn’t it?”

Jovi raised a single eye brow at the comment. He noticed his students, each in various stages of femme that secretly made him proud, try to rise without notice. He pretended to ignore them. “What surprise? Is there some kind of event I missed?” It can’t have been their friendship anniversary, he made sure Alexandria would be involved with that.

Knox clicked his tongue and kicked up off the couch, shaking his head as he climbed up to Jovi’s level. Jovi, a foot taller than the lion, crossed his arms at the brazen little punk’s casual display of confidence. “Nah. See, I’ve been noticing how stressed you’ve been lately. If it’s not classes, then it’s clients. If it’s not clients, then it’s you being annoyed with my attitude. An attitude you enjoy correcting.”

Jovi smiled. “I do indeed.” There was little better than making a smug pretty boy like Knox whimper and plead. “You don’t need to worry about me, Knox. I have my ways.”

Knox’s purple dyed hair tuft swayed from side to side as he shook his head. “See, there you go again. Brushing it off. You’ve been too responsible as of late. Less carefree, like you enjoy. So, me and the students decided you needed a reminder of what you love. And we brought Rocky to film it.”

Jovi turned to see Rocky holding a camera phone. Knox, seizing the moment, slipped behind the taller zebra and pulled his arms back. Metal clinked and soon Jovi felt the cold steel of handcuffs forcing his wrists together. The rest of the students sprung, their collective weight holding Jovi down whilst scissors cut up his clothes. He didn’t pay for them and they were only for an act as a ‘consulting secretary’ but the sudden push left Jovi’s mouth open in shock. Luckily Knox had a gag on hand to keep him from screaming out.

“Hey Chat,” Rocky said with his phone held up to get a good view of Jovi being stripped and bound, “It’s ya favorite bratty bitch boi, Rocky Rhodes here. Knox invited me and a couple of friends to give someone in desperate need of a dressing down a good time. Now, I’m sure you all know Jovi Aurem from our hit collaboration, Lock&Key, where he takes that fat cock of his and pounds my prison pocket until I’m basically braindead. Say hi, Jovi.”

Jovi, still gagged, gave a playful, if annoyed grunt, to the phone camera as Knox was leading him to the center of the couches. He’d been stripped naked save for his long golden tube chastity cage, with his loose hair hanging freely. It would have been embarrassing were it not that Jovi found himself eager for the feel of someone else’s bindings.

“Now, what some of you might not know, is that Jovi is a massive bottom. It’s true, he doms us or his ‘roommate’ Knox, all the time, on and off camera, but that’s because we’re pretty boys like him. But he needs a hierarchy like the queen he is. He’s such a bottom for the right person that he’s rigged his entire place for impromptu bondage.” Rocky pulled out a remote from his loose baggy pants, “See this? Now, watch the ceiling.”

Latches opened with a click. Ropes and chains lowered from the ceiling by way of a mechanical winch. It cost a fortune to install it. Normally Jovi didn’t mind showing it off a little, but the sudden onslaught of his students, Rocky’s livestream, and his body being exposed and bound, made the zebra bashful. Not enough to stop Knox, with Franny’s assistance, in binding Jovi up in a strappado.

“Now, I know what you’re thinking,” Knox said, smiling with a cocky grin that did not become him, “And yes, I am putting on an attitude today. I'm not used to doming so I’m following Rocky’s advice. Oh, and more importantly, everyone here is going to have their fun with you.” He snapped his fingers. Jovi, with his mane parted thanks to Franny’s aid, watched the rest of the sissies line up behind him.

“It’s a private livestream, by the way,” Rocky said, inching closer to make sure Jovi’s face was in view like a selfie. “Only a few select fans, like the students that couldn’t be here and friends we’ve shared together, have access. I’ll send it to one of my simps for editing to make it more watchable for later.” He layered a thick kiss upon Jovi’s lips, who tried to return it in kind. Knowing that only trusted people were watching helped. He had a reputation.

“That being said, I think it’s time to drop a few truth bombs about Jovi for the audience!” Rocky said. Despite his gag Jovi tried to muffle and squirm with intent to clobber his friend, only for a sudden smack on his rump to make him whinny. He twisted around to see Knox had handed a thick leather paddle to the sissy at the front of the line. With a twirl and an unassuming sadistic grin, the sissy brought the tool down on Jovi’s left flank, then right, then both, all in rapid succession. Those behind them rubbed their hands in earnest eagerness.

“You see this cage?” Rocky said, crouching down to the golden tube that rattled with each body-shaking spank. He prodded it, playfully fingering the heart windows. “I bet you all know the monster Jovi’s keeps in here. Even by equine standards. But you wanna know the craziest part? He can’t cum with it alone. Franny?”

The bunny maid kneeled down to match Rocky’s level. He held a vibrating wand in his hands and, at the hyena’s nod, pressed the buzzing head against the golden tube. Jovi, who’d been given a pause from the spankings, tensed at the sudden vibration rocketing through his phallic prison.

“Franny can, and will if asked, hold that against his cage for hours and he still won’t cum. It’s not that Jovi doesn’t feel anything, I mean, you can hear those moans just as I can. But he has this sort of mental lock that keeps him from cumming if he’s not getting any ass play on his end. Even when he was wrecking my prostate in Lock&Key we needed to get him a plug for that overflow scene. I know some of you might find that disappointing, but most porn is fake. Except for that rimjob scene in the end where I was his office chair. That geyser was one hundred percent real and all me.

“Honestly, he doesn’t even need the cage.” Rocky knocked on the golden tube for emphasis, “He’s such a diva though that he treats it like jewelry. I mean, just look at the heart cut outs. And it’s solid gold too. And, unlike Knox, he has the key.”

The vibes stopped just as a pair of hands spread his cheeks wide. The warm tongue of an eager student lapped against his pucker. Jovi’s nostrils flared. His breaths quickened. Rocky chuckled and kissed the fat orbs hanging from the golden cage. The paddle returned with the next person in line, just as the vibe came back down against his cage.

Jovi didn’t mind a spanking. After all, nothing got his endorphins going like a little corporal punishment. But he wasn’t enough of a masochist to get off from it. And Rocky was right, he could be edged for hours on his dick and still not cum. Normally he’d need more than some tongue fucking to get off, but combined with Franny’s vibe it would have been enough. Knox knew this and had Franny pull away whenever someone in line decided to eat the zebra’s ass instead of spank it. For hours they did this, leaving Jovi at the constant edge of bliss and torture. His cheeks were stained wet with running mascara when they stopped, leaving the zebra dangling with his cock leaking a precum and his gagged mouth muffling to get off. Not for them to stop, not even for freedom, but just to cum.

“You know, originally we were gonna have Alexandria come by,” Knox said, whistling to himself as he dragged a dull claw over his roommate’s exhausted frame. “But knowing her, she’d just dive into the main course to satisfy herself. No judgement, we like her for that. Well, you do, I find her obnoxious,” he said with the kind of contempt someone had when they secretly loved something. Then we considered just finishing you off with strap-ons, but me and Rocky thought you deserved a little more than that. Something real. So I asked Rocky to look through his contacts to find anyone interested, anyone out of a list I’ve made of people you’ve rambled on about since meeting you.”

A clawed finger brought Jovi’s long face up to Knox’s eye level. He smiled, his nose ring dangling as he leaned in to kiss the zebra’s gag. “Don’t say I don’t do anything for you, cause I know you’ve wanted this for a long time.”

He heard his bedroom door slide open. Jovi’s ears straightened at the sound of leather boots walking across his hardwood floors. Leather strained, metal clinked, and the subtle smell of ash filled the room. His eyes widened as a hound in a leather harness stepped into view, a rottweiler with a muscle gut and a cock that rivaled equines, with a spiked collar and a peaked cap that screamed Daddy in silver studded letters. Jovi didn’t do porn as much as Rocky, but even he knew a legend when he saw it. Dirk Dominic, the Pound Hound.

“Hmm…” Dirk mumbled, chewing on the thick cigar in his mouth. “Rocky wasn’t kidding, you’re quite the pretty boy. Even better with your makeup ruined.” His voice was deep and smooth, as rich as the leather he wore. He encircled the zebra, taking note of each feature to his liking.

“Been a while since I pounded a pretty thing like you,” Dirk said, slapping a fingerless gloved hand across that bruised rump. Jovi winced but his cry was a shudder of delight, “Normally I deal with more…uppity faggots. Tough guys who need a reminder of who is top dog and who kisses the boot. But I’ll admit there’s an allure in working with someone so soft. But are you fragile?” He asked, strong fingers directing Jovi up to brown eyes by his chin. “Am I gonna have to worry about you breaking?”

Jovi shook his head. Dirk didn’t so much pull his hair but clasp it to hold it as he undid the ballgag, “Tell me how much you want it.”

A shaking smiled crossed the zebra’s lips, “H-Hard, sir. I want it hard.”

“Just hard?” Dirk grinned, “Anyone can pound you hard. Bet these here twinks and sissies could do that with a strap. Nah, tell me what you want.”

“I want it all,” Jovi said with a conviction unfitting of his predicament. “Everything you can give me, I want it. Make me a bitch. Make me squeal.”

Dirk laughed, “Well, demanding aren’t we?” He stepped back, pulling away the black thong containing his rod to reveal it growing thick and long. The knot pulsed with desire. Jovi licked his lips.

“Well?” Dirk urged with a wave, “Show me that conviction of yours.”

Jovi lunged. His bindings gave him an inch before halting. He didn’t care, stretching his neck out to get close to the standing rod. Dirk chuckled, flicking his rod with enough care to send the precum over Jovi’s extended tongue. “Come on, pretty boy, it’s waiting for you,” he said, wiggling his cock like a toy. Jovi didn’t care that his students were watching. He didn’t care that Rocky was both streaming and recording this. He didn’t care that his arms hurt in the bindings and would stop if he pulled back. He wanted that cock. Needed it. Just the taste of the air around it was enough to make him plead.

Dirk, satisfied with what he saw, clasped Jovi’s head with both hands and buried his juicy bone into the equine's maw. The sudden shove caught the zebra by surprise, but his gaggled grunt was music to Dirk’s perked ears as the hound pistoned his hips into the diva’s face, mixing his sweat with Jovi’s tears and saliva. The knot bopped against his snout, reminding Jovi that its girth was a challenge all on its own before it expanded. The zebra’s ass itched with a longing he pleaded for, but the rhythmic poundings garbled his words.

When Dirk pulled away Jovi hacked and coughed, spitting saliva pooled with precum to the floor. “Ain’t that a pretty sight,” the dog mused, motioning Rocky over to get a clear view of the display. “I’m told you’re a dom to a select few. Gotta wonder how they’d feel if they saw you like this. Would they get soft watching their big, bad, femboy domme getting dicked down and treated like some street corner whore? Or would they get harder and stroke their dicks like they were putting out a fire.”

Jovi didn’t care. He wanted Dirk inside him. Wanted that big mean dog to drag him by a leash and pull it hard when sending him to pound town. A quick glance around told him his students, those watching and not enjoying each other in chastity grinding bliss, were more envious of him than distraught. Jovi had always been clear that when it came to other sissies, he was the top bitch. The queen who’d make everyone worship his hooves. The one who set the standard. But when it came to doms, real doms like Alexandria and Dirk, he was eager to submit. Eager to be tied, bruised, and fucked until his whole body ached, and fucked some more. If the next morning hurt then it was a night to remember.

Dirk shoved the gag back into Jovi’s maw. “Don’t think you have much worth to say,” he said, tightening the straps before giving Rocky’s recording a good view of Jovi’s face. A performer’s reflex, but Jovi didn’t mind. Being directed by those strong heavy hands was a bliss all its own. The rottweiler called out three sissies from the crowd, two of which were Knox and Fran, to help him readjust Jovi’s bindings. Four pairs of hands set about unlocking, lifting, and rebinding the zebra from a strappado position to a hanging swing with his chest pointed to the ceiling, his legs spread, and his heavy chastity cage needing Dirk’s touch to be brushed aside.

“That’s one loose hole,” Dirk said with a whistle, lubing up his fingers to slip two inside. Seeing no resistance, he pushed in another and raised his brow in interest. “Well, hot damn. You’re quite the anal slut aren’t you? I bet I could knot you and still pull my cock out.” He lined his red rocket against the quivering hole and, without a word, sank it inside.

It was slow. Unlike with Jovi’s mouth, Dirk seemed to have some restraint when spreading those fat cheeks. Whether it was to enjoy the sensation or let Jovi drink it all didn’t matter much when he slowly picked up speed. Strong hands held Jovi’s hips. Gyrating thrusts pounded the zebra with enough force for him to swing. Jovi relaxed into his restraints, letting the swing caress him as Dirk took his time.

Someone, either Dirk or Rocky, decided this wasn’t good enough. With a whistle and a quick command, the three sissies who assisted Dirk stood at the ready. Jovi and another grabbed floggers which they swatted against Jovi’s bare chest, taking care to let the leather smack against the zebra’s tight nipples. Franny took the vibrating wand to Jovi’s cock, pausing to press it at whichever nipple Dirk demanded of him.

The combined efforts pushed Jovi over the edge. He threw his head back, teeth digging into the gag as thick ropes of cum spewed from his caged cock. The urethral hole of the golden cage cut the ropes into liquid shrapnel of white ooze, splattering the air like a sprinkler instead of a geyser.

Dirk didn’t stop. He grit his teeth, biting off the cigar as he pushed the knot inside the diva zebra with considerable effort. Jovi felt the dog’s heartbeat echo from his asshole, with each thrust pounding his overstimulated prostate into mush. When the legendary pornstar climaxed Jovi felt it as a wave flooding his insides. The hot and sticky seed filled him up and stayed there thanks to the thick knot locking him in place.

“Say cheese, slut,” Rocky teased, getting another headshot of Jovi’s blissful face. He smiled with his gag, eyes blurry from the tears of a night well spent.

***

Jovi imagined that Knox had three oversized lumps on his head from his spot in the corner. The kind of lumps one saw in anime when someone did something stupid and was immediately punished for it. Frankly, the zebra was just content that Knox, and Rocky for that matter, actually kneeled in the corner. Though they still looked smug about it.

Franny offered Jovi his satin bathrobe, bowed his head, and left to clean up the party. Jovi, with his hair toweled up, sat by the bed where Dirk was already fast asleep and snoring. The old pornstar was a legend but legends needed their rest. Still, Jovi planned on making use of that legend once more tomorrow morning. For now though, he had two brats to deal with.

“It’s one thing to surprise me with a good time,” Jovi said, perusing through Rocky’s phone. “It’s another to make a mess of my place without a plan. Poor Franny is going to have to clean so much.”

“That’s what he’s trained to do,” Knox scoffed, “You can’t tell me he doesn’t like it.”

“That’s beside the point.” Jovi sighed, “Look, thanks for it. Really. But a little heads up would be nice. Especially if you want to put on a show for my clients. You don’t know them. Some need to have me be their dominant.”

Rocky bowed his head, “Ok, but to be fair, I did get the ping that he paid to watch the vid when I sent it. So he’s probably into it.”

“Or you scared him off.”

Before either could respond, Jovi’s own phone pinged. A cursory glance demanded more attention, as it was quickly revealed that the client who watched Jovi’s submissive gangbang just sent him a tribute with the text, “Thank you for the display, Mistress.”

The zebra blinked, utterly shocked. “Well…shit. Guess he is a cuck.”

Rocky grinned. “Told you.”