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Learning that you can't always pick your lot in life is just part of growing up.

The hand you're dealt isn't always the one that you want, but you have to play it all the same; there's no option to fold them in the real world, and wait for something better to come along.

Such a philosophy wasn't wasted on Albaz and Nbowa, a pair of lions who considered themselves to be skillful card sharks.

Exile thought himself to be a talented poker player, as well, but no matter how he tried to play his hand, he was quickly learning that an advanced knowledge of mathematics didn't mean he could change the way that the odds were stacked against him: he could only be frustrated further by knowing how unfair his situation was.

"So...lions get to sleep on the bed, and hybrids have to sleep on the floor. That sounds fair to you, right Albaz?"

From the moment Exile set foot into his apartment, he could sense an air of collusion about the place, and sure enough, being the last to arrive meant that he was the odd man out, and the one left without an alliance to form. The lions paired up almost immediately, and the poor huscoon was left to stand alone, knowing that he'd be the butt of every joke, and the target of every ire.

Perhaps, if he'd picked safer roommates, he wouldn't have been in such a literal bind.

"I'd say he could sleep out in the hall, if the RA wouldn't bother us about it."

"True...we don't need to be drawing any extra attention. I'm sure the people on the other side of this wall will be sick of him before Friday night is over."

Several floors below, people were gathering for a mixer to welcome in the new school year, but Exile was quickly getting the impression that he wasn't going to make it out of his dorm room, that evening.

"If they're polite about it, maybe we can invite them over to help us out?"

Nbowa shook his head, tossing his stark, blonde bangs in the process. "There's enough meat here to go around, but if we spread him too thin, I don't think he'll make it to midnight."

After three years of putting up with college bullying from the lions, no matter where he wandered on campus, Exile was sure that his final year at school was going to be different. He'd signed up for one of the off-campus apartments, just across the street from some of the main class buildings, and he was elated when he got the phone call, saying that he'd be living further from his bullies than ever.

His joy fell at terminal velocity when he found out who his roommates were going to be, and naturally, it was too late for him to back out of his contract.

"Good point. I wanna stretch this little bitch as far as we can," Albaz agreed. "Granted, that shouldn't take too much effort, should it?"

"Remember the way his ass spread when we pinned him in the showers, last year? I'm kinda shocked that he doesn't have a toy in there right now!"

"He's about to."

The lions were speaking with a nearly rehearsed sense of timing, keeping Exile from getting a word in, edgewise.

More effective at silencing him was the long, thick dildo of royal blue flesh, stuffed into his muzzle and keeping his throat entirely filled, until tears nearly welled up in the corners of his eyes from the sheer effort of breathing around it. Quick sniffs of desperation escaped his nostrils, but beyond that, he could hardly manage to sound off his frustration.

"Can't believe how easy it was to get him stripped down," Nbowa admired his own handiwork, as he gazed upon the tattered remains of a scarlet and gray jersey on the floor, strewn around Exile's knees. "I swear that he likes being treated like a little bitch, sometimes."

"Not a lot of evidence against the theory, is there?"

"Pretty much none."

"Almost a shame to hide this key, then," Albaz replied, as he tossed a small, silver key over his shoulder, into the pile of bags and luggage that were strewn about their couch. "But if he starts to enjoy himself too much, we can always stop."

Red shorts were already falling to the carpeted floor of the sizable apartment as Nbowa stepped forth and pressed the growing flesh of his cock into the side of Exile's muzzle. " Fuck that. I'm not stopping til I've had my fun with him."

"Just gonna go all out on the first night? Not gonna save any fun for the rest of the semester?"

"You don't know just how deep the rabbit hole goes, do you, Albaz?" Nbowa cast an off-kilt glance to the blue lion, and for a moment, Albaz was actually fearful of the sinister intentions he saw, veiled thinly by the comfort of emerald irises. "I'm sure this all seems pretty extreme, but by the time mid-terms roll around, this won't even be a warm up."

The small trail of precum that bubbled across Exile's muzzle and drizzled down over the other side was a clear sign that Nbowa had been anticipating this moment longer than he was letting on, and the huscoon couldn't escape the scent of it, as the droplets fell down over his parted jowls.

Then again, he couldn't escape anything when he was on his knees, with a spreader bar between his ankles. Even trying to stand would be pointless, but if he were to consider escape, a small length of rope around his wrists, tied tightly behind his back, would keep him right where he was.

"I guess you're going first, then?"

"You said it yourself, Albaz; plenty of hybrid bitch to go around."

Without another word, Nbowa yanked the sex toy free from Exile's muzzle and handed it to Albaz, still dripping with a healthy coat of saliva. Desperate for air and panting heavily as soon as he was freed, Exile's maw opened wide, but he wasn't allowed to suck in more than a breath before the devious lion put the tip of his feline cock in the opening and drowned out his oxygen once again.

"Mrnf! Mnnf!"

"That's the way, you little slut... gag on it," Nbowa growled down at his defeated prey, enjoying the sight of drool spilling down over Exile's chin as he struggled to take the lion's member, even after having his throat stretched by the impressive dildo.

That toy was sitting in Albaz's palm, and inspired by the more sinister of the two lions, he took it upon himself to kneel down by Exile's trembling legs and give one of his ass cheeks a firm, brutal smack.

THWACK! The cry of the poor, trapped hybrid might have been heard if not for the pulsing lion flesh that was filling his entire muzzle, and when a second blow found the same flesh, even stronger than the first, Exile's eyes winced shut, and his knees quivered anew with the knowledge that his punishment was still just beginning.

"I dunno if he can take all of this...don't wanna break our new plaything on the first night, do we?"

"If that's really too much for him, how's he gonna handle you?"

Warmth built up in the soft, cyan blue fur that covered Albaz's façade, but he was in just the right position to avoid being exposed for his bashfulness, and if he was quick, he could distract from the subject of his notable size.

It seemed that Nbowa was quite adept at bringing the more devious behaviors out of his partners, and in his haste, Albaz smeared the hybrid's own saliva across the fur upon his rump as he moved the naturally lubricated sex toy into place.

Even in his state of discomfort, Exile couldn't help moaning around the flesh in his mouth when he felt the slick, smooth tip of the dildo against his tailhole, ever exposed by the striped, upward curl of his tail.

"You're going way too easy on him, Albaz."

The blue lion was caught daydreaming as he rubbed the tip of the toy against Exile's ass, swirling the messy head around the birth of his pucker. From an outside perspective, it might have seemed that Nbowa was right, pegging his fellow feline as a bit too soft to properly break the hybrid in.

When half of the sex toy disappeared inside of Exile's tailhole with only the lightest of preparations, it took everything in his will not to bite down on Nbowa's length, despite the tight wince of his eyes, and the stiffening of his entire body against his bondage.

"I thought he could use a bit of a warm up, but if you're not gonna give him one...I suppose I should follow suit!"

Despite the terrible discomfort of the toy being forced deeper and deeper into his asshole, and the fact that his legs were burning from the strain of being spread so far apart, Exile wasn't crying out around his mouthful just from the pain.

His cock, trapped within the tight and clenching hold of the chastity cage upon it, was throbbing and pulsing with the pointless hope of being freed for a release.

"_Ooh..._d-damn, boy! I think you like having your ass stuffed," Nbowa chastised his capture as he lowered a paw and gripped the hybrid by his headfur. "Bet you could suck the stink off of a hyena with a mouth like that!"

If you two ever let me loose... The thought was difficult for Exile to maintain, and though his mental exposition was darker than anything the lions could ever muster to him, the reality was that he was trapped, bound and nude, and being stuffed from both ends with no chance to escape. Precum was spilling out from the end of his chastity device and pooling onto the freshly cleaned carpet, leaving a mess that he was sure he'd be forced to lick up before the end of the night.

That little bit of torture would have been the least of his troubles, given how deep the toy in his ass was reaching. He could actually feel the smooth, firm tip brushing against his prostate as Albaz pushed the rest of the length inside, until the wide, square base pressed up to the sore, scarlet flesh upon his rump.

Pleasure and pain from both ends left Exile teetering on the edge of an orgasm that he couldn't control, and Albaz only spent a few moments wiggling the toy around to stretch the poor hybrid out before he stood up, gripped the side of Exile's face, and literally pried one of his eyes open.

"I bet you'd like a break from all of this punishment, wouldn't you?"

The question was bordering on rhetorical, but through one open, blue eye, Exile tried to nod, and struggled through each bit of the motion as Nbowa held the scruff upon his head tight, yanking just enough to provide the huscoon with a ripe, fresh pain.

"In that case, I propose a test for you," Albaz continued treating Exile's fate like a game. "I never had a chance to grab a shower today, so I could use a little help cleaning up...I know you're pretty much addicted to Nbowa's cock, but how about you give my asshole a taste? If you say you like it better, maybe I'll decide to let you free for a minute or two..."

Exile was too smart to trust either of the lions, and he knew that he was only being given the illusion of choice, regardless. The sooner he went through his task, the sooner he would have the chance to rest; that was the only truth that he accepted, right then.

His treatment didn't get any better, as Nbowa pulled his own length free and slapped it down upon Exile's muzzle. All of the mingled saliva and precum that built up in the welcoming confines of his mouth splashed into his fur and spilled across his cheeks, before the cruel lion gripped the base of his own length and smacked his submissive target with the tip, forcing him to wince anew and growl with frustration.

The sound was quickly drowned out by Albaz gripping the hybrid by the muzzle and smacking the side of his head. "If you keep that up, I don't care just how talented your tongue is...I'll string you up from the ceiling by your sack and force you to gargle with my piss, you ungrateful little fuck!"

Such cruel words were enough to perk Exile's ears, and then, immediately force them to flatten against the back of his head as he prepared a rebuttal.

Once again, his voice wasn't allowed, and Albaz hastily turned about and squatted down slowly, putting the back of his sack upon Exile's nose and rubbing the full, swollen orbs upon his nostrils, forcing the moist and musky scent upon his prey and further cementing his place as the submissive of the bunch.

"Go on, bitch. Breathe it in."

The scent was thick and masculine, rather than the odor Exile was expecting, but in his defiance, he tried to keep his breath sucked in, even as the lion lifted his own long, rope-like tail and brought his tailhole into view.

Nbowa denied him the right to hold his breath as he stepped behind the kneeling hybrid and pressed the front of his footpaw into the base of the toy, forcing it deeper than it should have been able to reach and stretching his already abused passage even further.

"F...fuck! Damn you, you f-fucking asfn..._mrnnf! Nnf! _"

Rapidly opening and closing lips provided a brief pleasure for Albaz, but the attention to the back of his sack was just a bonus, en route to lowering his backside into place. Exile's muzzle fit into the gap between Albaz's cheeks as if it was made to be there, and the huscoon was forced to embrace the full scent of the blue lion, in addition to his full cruelty.

His asshole was dry and warm against Exile's lips, until the defeated hybrid closed his eyes and sucked in a quiet breath. His tongue spilled forth and slurped, flat and wide, against the waiting pucker, spreading a light shimmer of saliva across the opening.

This is so humiliating...please let me go...please fucking stop!

Exile's mind was trapped in an argument with the obvious response of his body. The sensitive ears of the lions around him could just faintly hear the chastity cage _straining_as his member tried to burst free from it.

To say that he was jealous of the full, free swinging cocks that danced around in his vision would have been a grievous understatement.

"Such a cute little hybrid bitch," Nbowa muttered from behind, as he pressed his toes against the toy with a random pace, keeping Exile guessing when the next poke against his prostate was going to come. "Whimpering like a little pussy...I'm barely even pushing on the toy!"

"He just needs a little extra t-training," Albaz suggested, barely able to finish his words without stammering over them. "He eats ass like he's been doing it for years, though!"

Waking up on time for early classes, taking mid-terms, and even passing his finals were all miles from the thought of the hybrid. He was starting to crack, and the fiery sensation of muscular strain in his legs was the only thing keeping him from spilling over the edge of an orgasm, even without his cock being touched.

The aggressive whipping of a tufted tail against the underside of his sack was edging him closer and closer to the inevitable point, and just behind his head, he could feel a warm, pulsing length moving in, until it settled upon his skull, oozing precum into the fur upon the back of his ears.

"He's leaking precum even worse than I am...little slut definitely gets off on this kind of stuff," Nbowa claimed, and the glistening trail of wasted fluids gave testament to his words. "Think I should remind him of his place on the totem pole?"

"Heh...we should just stop while we're ahead and leave him hanging. Sounds fair to me; what do you think?"

Nbowa cocked a brow at his fellow lion and began pumping at the base of his shaft, working the saliva from the hybrid's throat into his flesh. "You can stop if you want, but I'm not quitting til I cum...you think jizz works as hair dye?"

Albaz snickered and tried not to jump forward as the slick, skillful tongue brushed back and forth over his moistened asshole. "If you leave it in there long enough, I bet it would do the trick."

"Guess he's gonna be walking around campus with a new hairdo tomorrow!"

Enjoying the position he held over Exile too much to let it go easily, Nbowa gritted his fangs together for a moment as he milked his own cock from base to tip, stroking up tightly and pushing an ooze of precum into the fur beneath the head. The pace was rapid, and the slick, messy sound of saliva sinking into flesh dominated Exile's ears just as heavily as the spreader bar dominated his exhausted, quivering legs.

It wasn't until Nbowa pushed so fiercely against the base of the toy that Exile's body took over that the lion finally gave in, and with a deep, exasperated huff , he launched a thick, milky strand of cum between the ears of the kneeling hybrid. Globs of the messy treat spilled down between his wincing eyes and around both sides of his muzzle as Nbowa continued to stroke himself off, and Exile shivered all over again as he felt warm, dripping essence spilling over the back of his neck.

"Just couldn't keep it all to yourself, could you?" Albaz looked back over his shoulder, watching as a bit of the plentiful yield spilled upon his own back, and as it trailed down the curve of his backside, Exile was forced to lick the creamy treat from Albaz's tailhole, knowing that an even greater punishment was waiting for him if he failed to collect the whole of it. "Good thing I've got my own personal ass-eater back there to take care of things..."

Precum was bubbling through the tip of the chastity cage that kept Exile in a state of nearly permanent discomfort, and from the pressure of the toy against his prostate, a thicker, heavier substance was starting to pour, much to the chagrin of Albaz, who still wasn't at his own peak, just yet.

"Albaz," Nbowa started to speak, though panting from his own release, "Did you...t-tell him that he could cum?"

"I sure as hell didn't," the blue lion confirmed, but he wasn't angry about the fact, or so it seemed. He was actually grinning, and he caught Exile off guard as he pulled away quickly, leaving the hybrid licking at the air and looking the part of the fool as he did. "Think you're up for moving this to the balcony? I've got a pretty great idea for a spectacular finish..."

**

Carrying Exile up the stairs to the second floor wasn't easy, and getting him out onto the balcony was a struggle, given that the hybrid knew he was going to be publicly embarrassed, if he was taken outside.

The balcony looked out over a mostly empty field, but that night, it was filled with partying college students, welcoming in the new academic year and getting out their own frustrations before classes started.

"You in?"

Cuffs were around Exile's wrists, keeping them bound to the steel railing that guarded the edge of the balcony. The spreader bar was still keeping his thighs apart, and beneath his kneeling form, Albaz was lying flat on his back, holding the base of his impressive length in his palm.

The underside of it was pressed up to the underside of Nbowa's own flesh, and both rods were spreading apart an already gaping asshole, as they moved in tandem, helping to ease each other into the abused entrance.

"Sure am...slid in a lot easier than I thought it would," Nbowa replied, as he knelt over the submissive hybrid. A lead was in his paw, and as he eased his cock further and further into the whimpering huscoon, he pulled ever tighter on the leash, yanking Exile's head back in a show of punishing dominance. "Bet he's been double-stuffed a ton of times..."

Exile hoped that the twin cocks would move in a perfect rhythm the entire way through, but Nbowa couldn't keep his hips from charging ahead at a driving pace, and in contrast, Albaz moved his hips slowly, wanting to feel how tightly the hybrid's inner walls could still squeeze at every inch of his member.

He would never be able to get used to the sensation, and he couldn't very well complain about it, as the dildo that once stuffed his ass was stuck in his muzzle once more, forcing him to clean his own taste from it as the parties of the late evening began winding down in front of him.

As the milky light of the stars began to fade into the morning sky, Exile could only hang in his bondage, exhausted and defeated by the pair of sinister lions that captured him. He could feel Albaz pumping a simply voluminous amount of feline seed into his ass as the sound of an alarm went off, coming from just inside of the balcony, and his stomach nearly turned as he accepted the very real gravity that the noise carried.

"You've got class in half an hour, Exile. Don't be late."

Albaz pulled his cock free and watched as the gaping, stretched tailhole simply oozed with an excess of flowing, slippery ejaculate. Exile spent so much of the evening filled that his backside seemed hollow without the flesh spreading it apart, but something else was bothering him quite a bit more...like the thought of how he was going to get to class as the lions walked inside to clean up, leaving him strapped down to the balcony railing.