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Albaz never knew just how quickly time could add up, until he was looking back on it and realizing how much he'd lost.

Degrading enough was the feeling of warm, salty liquid spilling between his eyes as he was used as a living toilet, and worse still, the bondage that he was trapped within was causing his aggression to subside, as he tried to contain what little energy he had from trying to keep up with the ridiculous, brutal demands of the zebra that he was indebted to.

What started out as little more than an hour of sexual depravity was working on a week of Albaz not being able to leave, and though he had every right to demand that the zebra free him, the treatment was staring to work, and a submissive side that the blue lion wasn't aware he contained was rearing its head every time that he thought about reaching for a phone and calling for help.

Bayan was well aware of the same, and now that he was entirely sure of Albaz and his loyalty, the zebra was going to take the training wheels off, and show the feline what he was really capable of.

"I'm going to be late for work if you don't pick up the pace, Albaz. I don't think you'll quite enjoy what happens to you if I don't arrive to my job on time..."

No matter where he was in the house, Albaz wore a leash, and it seemed that there was a hook on the wall in every single room, making sure that Bayan could keep the lion from even trying to leave.

Currently, the hook on the interior wall of the shower was the ball, and the chain went right to Albaz, who was kneeling beneath Bayan, trying to do everything that he could to provide an ample and cleansing tongue bath in a rapid fashion. His face was twisted up with disgust, as he was licking the juices from his own asshole from the surface of Bayan's thick, dark-skinned member, but the taste of his inner passage was something that he was trying to get accustomed to, given how often he was forced into the ritual.

"I guess that will have to do. If I wait any longer, I'm going to get in trouble with my boss...and if you think that I'm a sadist, you should spend five minutes with him."

The threat of such a terrible person was enough to leave Albaz trembling, and as water pooled around his knees, he felt a thick, heavy thump against his forehead, as Bayan gripped the base of his own cock and slapped the poor lion across the face with it. "Of course, since you were so terrible at your job this morning, I'm still hard as a damned rock, and I never even got off...so you're going to have to deal with that when I get home...and whatever else I feel like putting you through. It's gonna take the whole work day to come up with a fitting punishment for this kind of failure."

Albaz would have folded his ears back at the threat of a punishment, if they weren't constantly pressed down to the back of his head, since he was put in his place by the domineering zebra. It seemed that nothing he did was ever good enough for Bayan, and in the back of his mind, he couldn't help wondering, even then, if this was some form of poetic justice, for all of the punishment that he'd put his own sexual partners through.

Much like those he'd tortured in the past, however, Albaz thought that he might be starting to enjoy his severe treatments, and though it was still wrapped tightly in a thick, metal cage, his manhood was pulsing with anticipation, hoping to be freed after a long, terrible week of teasing and abuse.

"You were going to get a load of cum for breakfast," Bayan claimed. He turned the knobs in the shower and cut off the water, leaving the poor lion cold and dripping wet in a puddle, as he watched the last of the moisture spin down the drain. "But there's no time for that, now. Perhaps a little hunger will teach you some proper discipline...and I suppose we'll find out if I'm right when I get home for dinner."

"What would m-my master like for dinner?" Albaz asked, having been trained to the point where he didn't need to be instructed to ask, even if his voice still trembled with frustration at calling anyone such a title.

Bayan snickered as he untied the lead from the wall and gave a firm, snappy yank on the end. "Oh, don't you worry, Albaz. You're apparently not in the mood to do too much work today, so you'll just get to relax in the living room and wait for me to get home!"

Albaz gulped; he wasn't foolish enough to believe that anything in the living room of that house could ever be relaxing.

"I'll just keep you pinned down and waiting for me to return, like a pathetic, little puppy bitch waiting for her owner to come home...that doesn't sound too difficult, does it? I'm sure that even you can handle such a simple task as that."

Water sloshed around under his knees and ankles as Albaz was literally dragged out of the shower by the tall, hulking beast that was Bayan. Slippery paws wouldn't have been able to get a grip on the tiles to try and fight his strength, and a weakened, tired body was in no shape to resist him in the first place.

It was all going just as Bayan planned, and even though it left a trail of puddling water across the nice, custom hardwood of his kitchen floors, the zebra was intent on making his statement, as he pulled the lion all the way to the carpeted living room and finally brought the struggle to an end.

"Are you sure you d-don't want me to make something?" Albaz asked, but even before he finished uttering the words, Bayan was already reaching under the sofa to yank out a series of thick, tough straps of leather.

The lion knew where this was going, and he was hoping he would at least have the freedom to move around the house that day, if he played his cards right.

His weak, tired arms were strapped into leather cuffs, and tightened above his head as he rested flat on his back. It would have been passable for a comforting position, if not for the fact that his legs were about to be tucked over his face.

"No, no. I'll take care of dinner, you lazy little cumslut. You just lay back and try to relax while I go pay the bills..."

Bayan was doing everything he could to make Albaz feel guilty about supposedly wasting his morning...and somehow, it was working, as the lion felt his body crunching in on itself, under the weight of Bayan's incredible strength.

**

There was just enough of a tiny, open hole at the end of the chastity cage for Albaz, so that he could urinate through the device without ever having to take it off. Even in the shower, Bayan expected him to clean around the cage, and though Albaz was forced to keep himself as clean as possible, he couldn't help worrying that his cock was going to be a terrible mess, if and when the cage ever came off.

The buildup of being teased so much over the week, and the awkward position his body was in left Albaz to blink every few seconds, as the buildup of precum spilled down from that narrow opening in thin, stringy strands, spilling right over his own muzzle. He was able to lick some of the mess away, but the majority of it stained into his fur and left him messy with his own juices as the hours passed, and the lion became more and more exhausted by the straining position of his body.

He never bothered trying to keep a track of time, or events around him to figure out when Bayan was coming home. When the zebra wasn't around, Albaz focused only on his thoughts of revenge, and how sweet it would be to turn the tables on the massive creature, doing everything back to him tenfold, and coming up with a few original punishments of his own.

When the door swung open at night and Bayan came stomping into the living room, however, obedience washed over Albaz, and his mind was occupied only with the desire to serve and satisfy Bayan in whatever way the zebra deemed necessary.

"Precum? Precum, on my clean fucking floor?!"

To say that Bayan had a stressful job and a terrible boss would be a gross understatement, and though he put up with such because of the wonderful house and well-to-do lifestyle that it afforded him, someone had to be on the receiving end of his ire...someone who was of no threat to him.

Albaz was filling the role to perfection, and though his body was quaking from muscular exhaustion before, it was trembling with a more rapid, bouncy fear as Bayan entered the room.

"That's okay. I get it...you think that just because you can't move your head or your neck, you think it's okay to let the stuff leak everywhere. That's fine. Totally fine."

Bayan was being irrational and unreasonable, showing a lack of control that was uncharacteristic for him, but Albaz knew how much the job was stressing him out, and could sense that beyond the sexual deviance he was so quick to turn to, Bayan was letting out real, first world frustrations.

How quickly the zebra could transition back to the sexual side of things was equally impressive, and Albaz helped the process along, as he dared to open his muzzle. "W-would master like his...d-dinner?"

Weak, nervous words caused Bayan to turn and glare down at the trapped lion, but where he saw a menacing scowl at first, it began to soften, little by little, into a tempted grin. "Still thinking about your own stomach, are you?" Bayan asked, knowing that such wasn't really the case, but he rolled right along with the idea as he stepped out of the room.

Albaz recognized the sound of a knife being drawn from a block, and his throat grew tight as he worried that the zebra might have snapped...but the tension eased as he heard Bayan rustling around in the fridge and grabbing a few other things from the kitchen.

He returned with all of the ingredients to make a simple, basic sandwich, and he sat at his desk in the living room, setting a few slices of meat upon one piece of bread, and some cheese on the other.

"Hmmm...no, no. It's still missing something."

The lion tried to tilt his head in confusion, but an answer came before he could ask what the hell Bayan was doing.

"We need the special sauce, lion! No sandwich is complete without it!"

Albaz wanted to argue that his neck was too tired from being in such a cramped position for so long.

He just couldn't.

Less and less resistance existed within the poor feline as Bayan stepped up from the desk and began dropping his trousers. His paws wrestled with his belt and tossed it across the room as slacks hit the floor, and Bayan stepped right out of them, before kneeling over Albaz's trapped figure and flopping his thick, heavy member between the feline's eyes.

The scent of a long, hard day of work radiated from the base of his sack, and Albaz was forced to drink the musk figuratively, before his mouth was easily pried open, and he began drowning more literally.

"Come on, big guy! You were bitching about being sooooo hungry...get working on your appetizer!" Bayan shouted orders right into Albaz's ear, forcing the lion to wince with discomfort as his cramped, contorted neck struggled with the sudden influx of cock. No matter how much he practiced, he always struggled with the wide, flared tip of the equine member, and once that was past his lips, there came the issue of dealing with just how much length Bayan really had to give.

The swabbing of the back of his throat was becoming commonplace for Albaz, who resisted the urge to gag as the flare pushed further and further down, forcing him to breathe through his nose and collect what little air he could.

Though blood was already rushing to it, Bayan's length wasn't quite stiff when he first pulled it free, and it began to throb in Albaz's maw, causing his head to bounce just a little bit with each pulse of vitality into the girth. His jaw was bounced around the impressive thickness, and he worried that Bayan might actually dislocate his mandible if he carried on being so rough.

Balls settled on the lion's chin, pulled back, and then slapped right against it as the zebra began fucking the poor lion's throat, giving him no chance to get used to a slow and steady pace.

It was passion: brutal, unbridled passion, pouring itself into the lion with each thrust as the zebra unleashed his emotions through physical force. "You're a-almost there, you lazy little whore...f-fuck...take it deeper!"

Albaz thought he might actually have a cock in his stomach if he allowed Bayan to penetrate even an inch deeper than he already was, but the distracting pain of a paw digging into his mane and twisting the fur to pull it taut was a blessing in disguise, allowing Bayan to reach a depth he'd never felt before.

The poor lion was on the verge of unconsciousness from the meager breath he drew, and the world was turning dark...right in time for Bayan to pull his member free, spilling the rivers of saliva that coated it right over Albaz's neck and chest.

"R-ready for your sandwich, bitch?"

To see all of his hard work being ripped away was almost frustrating for Albaz, who could just barely see Bayan stuffing his cock between the two slices of bread. The loose seal of the pieces ruptured with excess cum as Bayan burst inside of it, coating the bread, cheese and meat with his seed, until it was pouring out from every edge of the bread and spilling down to the carpet.

The messy treat was still dripping the whole way back across the room, and Albaz tried to shake his head a little bit as he struggled weakly against his restraints.

Even then, he was nearly broken, and his muzzle, even if it trembled all the while, began to slowly open as the sandwich approached.

"Eat up, pussy."

The front end of the sandwich was shoved right in, and tired, soft eyes of blue flew wide open in shock as Albaz was forced to chew down just to be able to breathe. The impressive yield of cum spilled out of the bread and drizzled down his cheeks as he continued munching at the twisted treat, and though he was expecting Bayan to push another bite on him, that would have been a blessing compared to what followed.

A full, thick mug was sitting on the table, and Albaz feared the true purpose of it as the zebra picked it up and held it just under the head of his now dangling member. Golden liquid began to flow as Bayan tilted his head back in relief, and the poor, blue lion watched the stream, even as he worked through his original mouthful.

"Dunno if there's enough sauce on that sandwich for ya- you ever hold in a piss all day because you hate the toilets at work? So damn relieving to finally get it all out!" Bayan switched gears on himself as urine poured into the mug, until it was nearly full. Some liquid trickled over the edge as he carried it over to Albaz, and without warning, began pouring the salty fluid right into the open, albeit occupied muzzle of the lion. "This oughta help...wash that tasty sandwich down, you dirty, piss drinking whore."

The bread was already falling apart from the sheer amount of semen that soaked into it, to the point that needing more fluid was laughable...but this was purely about what Bayan wanted, not about what Albaz needed.

Golden fluid spilled over the crust and meat, on the way to drizzling down Albaz's throat, forcing him to swallow it whether he wanted to or not. He winced his eyes shut with disgust and frustration, and as he literally absorbed all of Bayan's problems from the day, the change in their respective moods was obvious.

As a frown built on Albaz's muzzle, Bayan's lips widened in a playful smirk, and he continued tilting the mug until the poor feline was bathed in piss, all while still trying to manage the mingled treats in his muzzle.

"Well, that should be enough to get your strength back up," Bayan murmured sarcastically. "How about we see just how much energy this old bull has left in it?"

Without so much as a change in the reaction of the lion, Bayan gripped the base of his manhood and began pumping it, urging new life into it as he stood up from the face of the feline, only to squat over his spread, bonded legs. His asshole was almost permanently stretched from the week of brutal punishments leading up to that moment, but even then, Albaz winced in discomfort as the wide, heavy flare of the zebra spread his tailhole further and further apart...but then, he paused.

"Ever heard of the bucking bronco, Albaz?"

The lion wasn't foolish enough to waste energy with a reply. Afraid to clear his throat of the cum sandwich and small reserve of piss leftover, he tried to glare at Bayan, as the zebra slammed his open palm down and smacked the poor lion right across his tight, trapped balls.

Even against his bondage, the lion wiggled and cried out in muffled pain, and Bayan snickered as he tried to hold on tight, wondering how long he could ride the lion before he was bucked to the wayside.