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There were plenty of ways to gain an abundance of confidence, going into a sports bet.

People had what they considered to be 'insider sources' who would assure you that your bet was going to win, even if you were going with the underdog. Some folks even claimed to have a connection to the mob, and would tell their friends which lines to bid on, and which ones to avoid.

Albaz had smarts, and while you could examine the patterns of a team and their behaviors, at the end of the day, no amount of research and planning would prevent bad luck from ruining the day.

"Rodgers takes another knee, tosses the ball to the ref, and that should just about run out the clock!"

The words of the announcer were like a doomsday omen for the blue lion, as he sat at the bar and slumped his face into his open palms. "This...this can't be happening! The Centurions were projected to win this game by over twenty points! It was a sucker bet!"

The announcer offered Albaz no mercy as his voice became emphatic with another kneel down. "And that's the ballgame! The players are walking onto the field, even with a few seconds left on the clock...but it doesn't matter; the Bulldogs are victorious today with a 27-7 stomping of the Centurions!"

A pint of beer was placed in front of the distraught lion as the bartender watched him breaking down. "It's on the house, pal. I'm guessing you had a lot of money riding on this one."

"It's not about the money," Albaz admitted. "I've got plenty of that."

"Bragging rights, then?"

Looking down into the light, dissolving foam on the head of his beer, Albaz offered a very timid nod. "I...I guess you could call it that," he agreed, though he was hesitant to explain what he meant any further. "I know a few people aren't going to let me live this down, anyway."

With cosmically good timing, the smartphone next to his beer began to ring, and Albaz didn't even have a chance to greet the caller before they started talking.

"Don't think I wasn't watching, kitty. I expect you at my place within the hour. If you're even a minute late, you won't be able to walk a straight line for the rest of the week...understood?"

Anything other than an obedient reply would put Albaz one step closer to a terrible fate. "U-understood," he replied with a tremble in his voice, and immediately, the call was hung up, leaving the lion's ears to flatten down against his thick, fluffy mane.

"You sure it wasn't about money, pal? No way that phone call wasn't about collecting."

The bartender could see just how worried Albaz was, but he couldn't quite guess what the call was really about. "We'll consider it collecting, anyway. I'm sure that something is going to be taken from me before the day is over," the lion admitted. He gripped the pint glass tightly in his palm, and though it was rare to catch him chugging, Albaz couldn't help bringing the glass to his lips and tilting his head back, guzzling as much of the beer as he possibly could in a single breath.

Clack. The empty glass came down harshly against the wooden bar, and a dollar bill was slipped underneath as a tip. Further talking and stalling would only make things worse for the troubled feline, and the soft, fluffy tip of his tail was dragging before he even made it to the door.

**

"Listen, I don't think this is really neces-

Albaz was never able to finish his thought. The house was shockingly silent when he entered, and he was the only one saying anything, until the man decided that it was time to collect.

"You've been rambling out apologies and trying to stall the inevitable since you walked in the door," the man finally decided to open his muzzle, and when he did, Albaz could feel the gravity of the words on his shoulders to such an end that he struggled to stay upright. His muzzle was clamped down by thick, powerful digits, and he had to remind himself to breathe through his nose as his lips were kept tightly sealed. "It's rather pathetic. You lost your bet, and it's time to pay up your dues. I'd rather you have a spine about all of this; it'll make collecting much more enjoyable for me."

"Anf wha bout my pwfeasure?"

It was a rare moment that Albaz was the one being trapped. In his life, especially in his sexual endeavors, he was used to being the one giving out punishments, standing up tall, and forcing others to stay on their knees.

He couldn't remember the last time that he was on the receiving end of such a brutal treatment, and his frustration was mounting as he continued trying to speak, though, his words were garbled by the clamping pawtips around his muzzle.

"Your pleasure? Are you joking, Albaz?" The taller man was a thick, powerful zebra, adorned from neck to calf with a brilliant display of black stripes upon a white undercoat. His mane was cut short, save for a tiny, thin ponytail sitting just above the base of his skull, and through the thin, velvety layer of his fur, veins popped up like accent lines upon rigid muscles, showing just how outclassed Albaz really was.

The lion always prided himself on being able to mentally break his targets, and though he wasn't blessed with rippling muscles, he was typically strong enough to keep a submissive on their knees by force, if he were so inclined.

To be pushed down to his knees so suddenly left him breathless, and the pain radiating out from his shoulders continued to spread as calloused palms pressed down, keeping Albaz on his knees and pushing with such force that the lion wondered if he was going to sink through the floor.

"This must be something new for you, lion. You seemed to think that you were going to be on easy street, dominating a meager, little prey species...but you had no idea what you were getting yourself into, did you?" the zebra asked, taunting Albaz in much the same way that the lion would have mocked his own submissives. "You might be used to getting others to kneel before you, but I kneel to no one, Albaz. You can't even begin to imagine the kind of punishment you deserve for assuming something so foolish."

"I don't...d-don't recall the bet being that you could just do whatever you wanted!" Albaz was faltering, but he tried to keep a spine about the terms as he winced, able to feel the heavy digits of the zebra pressing into his shoulders so fully that it warped his flesh. "Be reasonable, Bayan! This isn't n-necessary!"

Bayan, the zebra in question, shook his head as he pulled his paws up to cross his arms over his chest. "The bet was that the person in favor of the winning team could do whatever they wanted to the person in favor of the losing team for one whole hour," Bayan reminded Albaz of the terms. "If you're uncomfortable with what's about to happen, you literally have no one to blame but yourself..."

Even if he wanted to argue, Albaz was never one to fight against the truth. The pressure releasing from his shoulders was a welcome respite, but it was short-lived, at best; those paws had far more devious intentions than an aggressive shoulder massage. "Fine, Bayan...but it's still just an hour, right?"

"That's what we agreed to, yes."

The words were so simple and quick, Albaz couldn't possibly believe them, and while he would have been happy to question them, he scarcely had the chance. He felt isolated, kneeling before such a powerful specimen in the middle of a large, mostly empty living room, and though the blinds were closed and the curtains drawn, he felt as if the world could see him being toppled without even the littlest bit of a struggle.

Before he could articulate the words to argue, his eyes were drawn to the reason that Bayan closed the blinds in the first place, as a long, hanging cock of equine black began throbbing to life right in front of him, and the heavy, impressive flesh slapped right between his eyes as Bayan leaned over slightly and gripped Albaz by the scruff of his mane.

"But I don't think an hour will be enough time to give you all of the beatings that you deserve," Bayan pointed out. As more vitality continued to flow into his manhood, he gripped it by the base with his free paw, and Albaz winced once again as the wide, flared tip slapped against the side of his cheek and drooled precum into his fur. "It won't be enough to just humiliate you for your arrogance, lion. I won't stop until your ass is every bit as black as my cock, and as blue as the fur that covers it..."

Albaz didn't dare to point out that the line was cheesy. He knew that opening his mouth would result in nothing less than his throat being swabbed, and he was resisting any sort of a response for as long as he could. His tail was beginning to bristle with frustration as Bayan's deep, dark chocolate eyes narrowed upon him with all of the disrespect that they could manage, and every couple of seconds, he felt the thick, heavy flesh of Bayan's cock smacking against his face once more, each time with increasing stiffness.

What started as a taunting grin for Bayan, however, was turning sour with each strike of his length against the cheek of the lion. "Oh, just fucking open it up, already!"

"Don't you tell me w-...ulh...ulk!" Ever used to being in control of his sexual destiny, Albaz couldn't keep his frustration bottled up any longer, and within a moment of his muzzle opening to protest, the wide, rounded flare of the tip slipped past his fangs and came to settle on his tongue, but it didn't stop there: a quick, jabbing thrust of the hips sent the tip right toward the back of his maw, aiming for his throat and offering little mercy to the lion, if any whatsoever.

Choking on his own arrogance, as well, Albaz felt the corners of his eyes watering up as he struggled to keep his mouth open around the filling rod. "I'm sorry; what was that? I couldn't hear you over the sound of you choking like a little bitch," Bayan insulted Albaz once more, right before giving a firm, painful tug on the lion's mane, forcing another inch of his cock into the poor feline's throat and forcing his eyes to quickly shut in a wave of fresh pain. "You were trying to tell me what to do, hmm...? I don't think that's going to fly, here. Just for that, I think it's only fair that we add another hour to the bet..."

Any sort of protest would force Albaz to pull free and speak...but his neck was unable to move with the tight, painful grip on his scruff, and if he dared to try and move his maw, his fangs would likely scrape the length of his captor, and he wouldn't even daydream of what a terrible fate that might incur.

It wasn't what he wanted to do, but Albaz saw it as the best option, as he tried to relax his throat. Tiny streams of drool pushed over the side of his jowls as a testament to his struggles, and against the thin flesh of his neck, a small bulge began to form, showing the outline of the zebra's impressive member.

I think...he's gonna choke me to death, Albaz was able to manage a thought, but his mind was already going blank as he struggled to breathe, even through the freedom of his nostrils. Something about handling such a heavy lump of flesh left him utterly defeated, and his eyes were beginning to roll back as Bayan gave a few curious, testing thrusts from the hip, seeing just how far he could reach with his throbbing length before the feline would outright lose consciousness.

Wondering if the moment was karma for all of the wrongs he'd done to others in the bedroom, Albaz just managed to hold on, but it was by virtue of his arms flying forth so that his paws could clench around the back of Bayan's thighs, giving him something else to focus on while his throat was brutally pounded. It didn't stop him from gagging, but it kept him hanging on as Bayan mercilessly fucked his maw, ignoring the obvious cry for help that was the squeezing at his thighs.

"If I were to cum right now, I think you might actually drown," Bayan wondered aloud, and though his body was ripe with pleasure from the tight, moist penetration, he refused to moan, giving Albaz no indication of how close he was to such an outcome. "But I was hoping that you'd have a little more skill than this. If I thrust any deeper, you might end up making a mess all over my crotch, and we simply can't have that...would really kill the mood, don't you think?"

Even if Albaz were free to reply, Bayan kept speaking, cutting the lion off, even in his own thoughts. "Oh, of course you agree! I'm sure you and I are very similar people, at the heart of it...but the difference, or so I've heard, is that you take at least a shade of mercy on some of your pets, and allow them a respite from their punishments, every now and again."

The lion wasn't sure where Bayan was going with his point, but a quick jab at the back of his throat punctuated the thought, and as Albaz gagged heavily, the zebra pulled back, allowing a quick splatter of saliva to follow, along with a few thin, dangling streams of the same, still hanging between the flare of his cock, and the lion's lips.

"I allow no respite, and I give no breaks. You're here only to serve me...you are a tool given flesh, made for my pleasure, and I shall wield you however I please, and leave you in whatever state I see fit. If you can't accomplish what I need you to, then I'll cast you in the trash, like any other worthless tool...have I made myself clear?"

Clenching his own neck and panting heavily, Albaz could feel a soreness building in the flesh of his throat, and he didn't relish the thought of a verbal reply. Still leaking the smallest of tears from his eyes, he looked up from his knees and nodded, wishing that he could overpower the zebra, but accepting that the only way he would ever escape was through painful, embarrassing obedience.

"Good. I've been eager for a tongue bath for some time now," Bayan admitted, "And though I understand you felines have rather rough tongues, I think that will be to your benefit...I want to make sure that everything is squeaky clean when you're all done with it."

**

Albaz knew that he wasn't going to be giving Bayan an actual, head-to-toe tongue bath, but he was also curious if he would ever get to change positions.

Given the way that the zebra was sitting back in his easy chair, barely able to tilt his head forward far enough to look at the television screen, the lion didn't think that he'd be getting a break anytime soon.

"Oh, look here! Remember this play, when they decided to go for it on fourth and three in the second quarter? With play-calling like that, I wonder if the coaches wanted to lose this game! Look! ...What, you don't want to see it a second time? I'm enjoying it even more than I did the first time!"

Every offer to turn and look at the screen was just a trick, and Albaz was smart enough to avoid it. If he stopped in his duties for even a split second, he'd be struck once again, and his cheek was already a soft red under the overcoat of blue, thanks to a solid, merciless slap across the face at his hesitance.

As much as he enjoyed having his own asshole licked, he wasn't a big fan of being on the other end, and while he made it clear that he was displeased, Bayan made it much clearer that if Albaz didn't cooperate, his day was going to go from bad to brutal.

"I should really just have you watch the game with me next time, so you can get a head start on my tailhole. I know it's probably a little bit musty back there," Bayan said, but his voice wasn't apologetic, despite the premise of his words. "But, I'm sure you're well aware of that, by now."

Long, wide strokes of his tongue were the only reply that Albaz was allowed to offer. His muzzle was wrinkled up with displeasure and disgust, but even so, he carried on faithfully, pressing his tongue flat to the wide, tight pucker of Bayan's tailhole and slurping over it yet again, leaving it moist with all of the saliva that he could muster. He'd already wiped away most of the taste, but each time his tongue brushed back down against the orifice to his starting position, Bayan gave a gentle push with his hips, and it opened the passage just enough that Albaz was treated to a taste that was much more intimate than the average.

Much as he was trying to make Albaz work without any feedback, Bayan was struggling to keep his moans contained, and his large, flat teeth were gritted together as he reached down and yanked harshly on Albaz's right ear, pinching the thin, velvety flesh between a pair of clawtips. "D-damn...I didn't think you had it in you, lion, but you're getting in there so deep that I feel like I actually could cum right now...I never t-thought you'd get me that far!"

Albaz was counting the minutes in the back of his mind, even though he was almost certain that he wouldn't be set free when their time was up. It was already past the original agreement of an hour, and small trails of saliva were drizzling their way along the curve of Bayan's rump, on their way to settling in a pool on his easy chair.

The zebra was just being stubborn to force Albaz to work, at this point, and to Albaz's chagrin, he knew that Bayan was enjoying himself even more, just knowing what kind of stress he was putting the feline through.

"Push it in, Albaz."

For the first time in minutes, the lion hesitated with his tongue and gazed down at the tailhole before him, as if he didn't understand the simple order.

Claws raked through his mane and scratched the top of his scalp as Bayan yanked him forward once more, and kept his digits curled up in the tufts of his fur. "I told you to fuck my tailhole with your tongue, lion...and if you don't hurry up and cooperate, you're going to regret making that bet even more than you already do!"

Albaz's face twisted up in pain as he felt claws scraping his flesh, and what should have been a cry of pain was lucky enough to be nothing more than following a command. His tongue was the first thing to emerge, and it stabbed forward toward the eager, waiting hole. Warmed up and relaxed plenty enough, Bayan's asshole began to spread around the stiff, pointed end of the feline's tongue, and Albaz, despite his hatred for the act, began gently pumping the end of his tongue into the clenching passage, already sore enough to know that resistance simply wasn't worth it.

He was still resisting the idea that he'd been broken, but Bayan was already able to see that such was the case, and as if to prove the point, he released the lion's mane and focused instead on his own pleasure, gripping the very base of his huge, pulsing cock and giving it a few playful squeezes.

If he wasn't careful, Bayan would bring himself to orgasm a little bit earlier than he'd planned, and given the ideas that he had for a grand finale, he didn't want to waste a drop of his seed...though, as long as it ended up somewhere on or in the his captive feline, he wouldn't consider any of it to be wasted.

"Hnng... a-all right, all right, lion. You've finally got me warmed up enough...you finish this last task, and I just might let you go when we're all finished."

Thrusting his tongue so deep that the end of his muzzle was buried into Bayan's crotch, with the full, heavy orbs of his sack resting on the bridge of the lion's nose, Albaz felt something that he worried he wasn't ever going to feel again: Relief.

He knew it would be short-lived, but he clung to the concept, right before Bayan snatched it back away with a heavy, gripping paw around the neck.

**

Not many people would be the types to keep bondage tape in a drawer in their living rooms, nor would they be the types to have furniture that was secretly loaded with hooks, tie-downs and other methods of immobilization.

Bayan wasn't most people, and if there was ever such a thing as hedonistic zebra, his picture would have been the reference for it. He'd made the bet with Albaz somehow knowing that he made the right choice, and now that he had the lion within his clutches, he was going to do whatever he could with the limited time that he had...and he'd do anything in his power to drag the moment out, knowing that he might never have the chance to dominate such a domineering carnivore ever again.

"You were able to handle my cock before...so having to suck your own tiny, pitiful length shouldn't be a struggle for you at all, should it? I hope you don't mind that I stuffed it into your muzzle...figured that slutty little mouth like your own probably felt lonely without some dick in it."

Physically overpowered to the point that he barely struggled, Albaz found that his reward for the tongue bath was to be crumpled over on himself. His head, neck, shoulders and upper back were all on the floor beneath him, and his torso was folded back over the bunch, with his arms spread on either side of his head. His ankles were taped together with his wrists, keeping him pinned under his own weight, with legs and arms spread to the point of uselessness, and, for good measure, a pair of hooks under Bayan's easy chair held the slack of the bondage tape, just to ensure that the lion wouldn't find a way to wiggle himself free.

Barely able to breathe once more thanks to his position, feeling his own cock just barely penetrating his muzzle was the cherry on top for the defeated lion, who kept trying to lift his tail...but a strip of tape kept it stuck to the floor, leaving his asshole completely exposed, and thanks to a little teasing from the long, thick digits of the zebra, it was gaping wide open, simply waiting to accept a cock.

"I'm all fired up, thanks to you, so all of the preparation might feel like a waste, but...I'm not gonna hold back any longer," Bayan admitted, as his member hung over the trapped lion, dripping precum down onto the bridge of the feline's muzzle. "You're just stretched enough to handle me, and as soon as I'm ready, I'm gonna pump that little ass so full of cum that you'll be leaking for days...if you happen to get off from it, which I'd expect a desperate whore like yourself to do, well...good luck handling your own mess."

His throat was sore, his face was beaten, his mane was a mess, his scalp was raked, and after a firm, heavy SMACK on his ass, his rump was bruised and glowing red, but Albaz wasn't quite defeated...

...Not until he felt cold, tight metal clamping around his cock, right near the base.

"You might have a little trouble squeezing out any cum with this sucker clogging up the lines down there...but I hear the pressure is really uncomfortable, so it should be right up your alley, hm?"

Narrowing his eyes in defiance, unable to reply thanks to his own flesh in his mouth, Albaz silently curse the zebra as the trickle of precum upon his tongue came to a stop.

"The mighty lion...reduced to a fucking cocksleeve," Bayan taunted him one more time, before he squatted down over the trapped feline and pressed the wide, spreading flare of his cock against Albaz's tailhole. The zebra twisted up his expression with notes of delight as he struggled to press forth, and Albaz could only whimper around his mouthful as his body tried the best that it could to stretch around such an impressive length.

A quiet, satisfying schplip told the lion that Bayan was inside, even if he couldn't feel his inner muscles fluctuating around the sudden penetration. His body continued to try and fight the invading flesh, but it was no use, and his thighs began to quiver in their spread bondage as inch after inch of the zebra's cock pressed on, filling him to an extent that he'd never known before.

The tiny, mild bump of pleasure that he felt wasn't even close to being a silver lining, and it did nothing to cover up the sting of a slap against the bottom of his tense, clamped sack.

"What's this? Did you like that?" Bayan asked rhetorically. He could see Albaz wincing around a mouthful of his own cock, and each time Bayan pounded his hips down against the lion, he was forced to take a couple more inches of his feline length into his mouth, simulating a gentle, shallow throat fucking. "Each time I slap them, you clench around my cock...you must really love this!"

Another slap, easily twice as hard as the first, came to settle against Albaz's tight, swollen orbs. His entire body shuddered with discomfort as the pain mingled with the tiniest hints of pleasure from the deep, brutal penetration, and his nervous system struggled to decide which sensation it should focus more on.

With each deep, harsh thrust, he felt his own cock gliding over his tongue, and his inner muscles loosened up a little further with each pass, until Bayan was pounding into the lion at a rapid, ferocious pace. Every throb of the thick, wide veins on his member warned Albaz of what was to come, but each time he tried to think about the rush of seed that was soon to follow, he felt merciless digits flicking and smacking against his balls, keeping him teetering on the edge of his own climax, edging him along, but keeping him tortured to the point that he just couldn't quite reach it.

A gushing, creamy flood of Bayan's cum revealed that he wasn't having the same problem, and despite how stretched his asshole was, Albaz could feel streaks of seed jettison from inside of his tailhole and spray across the living room floor as the zebra pounded into him, slapping his slowly draining balls on the lion's ass.

"F-fuck...you're such a s-stretchy little slut, Albaz! I should've made a b-bet with you years ago!" the zebra claimed, and he left Albaz gaping anally as the flare of his cock pulled free, still raining ejaculate down on the bonded lion. Clenching at the air, Bayan watched the tailhole with snickering interest as it tried to close itself, but it stayed open and drooling as he gripped the base of his member and aimed the tip at the lion's face, allowing long, heavy streaks of the heated mess to spill across his muzzle and right between his eyes, soaking his entire face in the process.

The last lazy, dripping globs of cum came to spill on the lion's tummy as Bayan stood upright and loomed over Albaz, watching the lion squirm within his binds. No matter how he writhed and whimpered, Albaz made no progress, and seeing Bayan reach his orgasm made the lion that much more desperate for his own...but now, he had no help; only his own mouth could bring about a climax, and he'd never be able to penetrate himself deeply enough to reach that level of pleasure.

He was trapped on the edge of true delight, in a state of perpetual discomfort and pain. His legs trembled, and his entire body rocked slowly on the floor with the little range of motion that it had, but Bayan accounted for everything, and the hooks under the chair made sure that Albaz wouldn't be able to rock himself to a climax. He could barely even blink in his quest for a release, and the limited range of motion of his throat meant that his rough, sandpaper tongue was the only tool he really had left...and it would never suffice.

"If you ever find a way to make yourself cum, I'll cut you loose and send you home," Bayan claimed, and for once, Albaz believed him, knowing that the task was impossible. "I'm gonna go grab a shower and wash all of this scum off of my cock...if I have to pee, I'll come back down here and find you."

The zebra was acting far beyond the rules of the bet anymore, and Albaz was sure that he'd be seeing Bayan again very shortly, as he struggled to suck himself off...