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What had started as somewhat aggressive flirting had become a war of attrition. The young and energetic versus the older and more experienced. The bar had been filled with the grunts of the pair, with their activities spurring an all-out orgy amongst the other patrons. Thick cigar smoke laced the air, mingling with the heavy scent of sex. The barkeeper had slipped out from behind the bar and put the "Closed" sign on display on the front door. This was now officially a lock-in, at least until the rampant lewdness had abated enough not to cause too much trauma to any innocent strays who might wander in.

The two lions had ignored everything that was going on around them, lost in their own world of carnal pleasure. Conrad found a good rhythm to plough the smaller lion in front of him, while feeling the older beast's inner muscles working hard to milk the invading member of everything it could. It had been a long time since the younger of the two had found someone who could match his staying power and give as good as they got, and he wanted to enjoy every minute of it.

To make good of his boast, Conrad would slow things down a little so he could take another mouthful of his drink, before returning to full force with renewed vigour. It did not take long to deplete the entire glass. The usual feelings of intoxication were missing, as adrenaline had taken over, so between grunts the large beast of a lion called for a second bottle. The barkeeper opened up a new one and just handed it over, not even bothering to decante the liquor into a glass.

A middle aged tiger came over to get a close up view of the action. While not as tall as Conrad he was just as muscular and had his own assortment of leather accessories, with various piercings decorating his body. He sat to the side, and called encouragement to the pair. Conrad noted the large and thick septum ring the tiger wore, which had heavy looking chains running from it to rings in his ears and nipples, while a small key on a much thinner chain hung around his neck. He was quite the distracting figure. Just as the younger lion was about to ask him to give them some space the tiger spoke up.

"Barkeep, these cigars are about spent. I think he needs a restock." With some care, the tiger removed the still burning nubs of tobacco from the older lion's maw. Without falling out of sync with Conrad's thrusts, the lion rubbed his jaw and wiped a little drool away from the side of his muzzle with the back of his paw.

"Good evening, sir," he said to the tiger. This gave Conrad a surprise. The tiger wasn't as random an observer as he had thought. He took another swig of his drink and redoubled his efforts. He was going to make his opponent lose in front of his master.

"I see you've gotten yourself into a... situation," the tiger continued, casting a malevolent smile in Conrad's direction. His tail swayed with gentle menace. "I do hope you aren't going to disappoint me, now." The tiger then turned his attention to Conrad, looking somewhat apologetic. "I am sorry," he started, "but my pet isn't really playing fair here. I don't let him have the pleasure of release too often outside of his work, so these shorts are going to make your chances of winning somewhat diminished." With a little fumbling of a clasp, the key was removed from his neck chain, and a flap on the waistband of the older lion's shorts was lifted to reveal a small keyhole. As soon as the key turned the shorts loosened and almost fell off.

"There," he said with a satisfied smile on his face, "that should even the odds a bit."

Conrad pulled out just long enough to let the leather garment fall to the ground before resuming his thrusting, eliciting a moan from the lion under him as his barbs scraped against the worn ring of muscle. Now he wasn't having to hold the rear zip of the shorts open, he could get a proper grip on his opponent and really make his presence known. The older lion stepped out of the shorts now that they were around his ankles and kicked them to the side. His own member was standing to attention and displaying his averageness to everyone in the bar, bobbing around as Conrad worked.

With a fresh stock of clipped cigars in his paws, the barman came around to the front of the bar, ready to help reform the cigar gag. He was no longer smoking the lion's pipe and this detail did not go unnoticed.

"What happened, to the pipe, I gave you, to smoke?" The question came in short bursts as Conrad slowed to take another mouthful of liquor, putting the bottle back on the bar so he could use both paws to get a better grip on the situation at hand.

"That was over an hour ago," the labrador replied as his tail drooped between his legs and his ears flattened, a look of shame crossing his otherwise cute features. "I'm sorry, but I wasn't able to keep it going for that long and it's burned out. It's cooling on the bar at the moment"

"In my shorts pocket there's a pouch of tobacco." The reply was more grunted than anything else as Conrad's fresh return to pace made talking more difficult again. He paused a moment to resync with the rhythm of his pounding before continuing. "I want you to repack the bowl and relight. If I've got to be kept smoking during all of this, then sure as dammit you do too." Any further conversation was cut short as the dog reloaded the lion's maw with cigars and put flame to them.

"Awww, look at the little pet thinking he's a dom," the tiger mocked with a laugh as the labrador worked. He picked up the shorts and pulled the mentioned pouch free, before moving over to the bar and collected the pipe. A swift repacking later and the pipe was ready once more. Pulling his own lighter out from a pocket of his almost impossibly tight leather trousers, the tiger lit the bowl, taking his time to tamp and relight where needed until thick and rich pipe smoke flowed from his body like air. With lazy trails of smoke emanating from his nostrils, the tiger returned to the barkeeper and plopped the stem of the pipe back into his muzzle.

"Hmmmm?" the barman asked, biting down on it with care and looking a little surprised.

"Just because my pet is a sub, it doesn't mean I don't agree with him," came the tiger's reply. "Besides, we all know how much of a smoke slut you are." Conrad could almost see the golden furred creature turn an embarrassed shade of scarlet. The lion did not let it put him off his stride however. He still had a challenge to win. He grabbed the bottle from the bar and took a deep draught from it, before using his free paw to grab the older lion's harness and go at his task from a slightly different angle.

It was not long after the shorts were removed that Conrad started to notice a few changes with his opponent. The tight ring of muscle that had been so creative in the way it massaged his member was starting to loosen and not clench quite as hard as it had been. The lion's breathing had also started to become more erratic, and the chimney at the front had started to exhale less in a controlled, measured way and more in shorter, more fierce bursts. The grunts had also changed pitch, to be more of a moan than a grunt. Whatever Conrad was doing, he was doing it right.

The younger lion sensed victory was not far away and, taking care not to overstimulate himself, he adjusted his trusting a little to a more slow yet forceful beat. He paid attention to where the prostate should be making sure to bump it hard with every gyration of his hips, pistoning in and out of the rapidly weakening lion before him. The moans became grunts again, but these were a very different kind. They sounded needy, ragged, almost like the lion was panting around his cigars. Conrad was surprised the owner of the tailhole he was abusing was yet to choke with the ferocity of the inhales and exhales now rather audible to anyone in the bar.

The tiger had taken out his mobile phone and was now pointing it at the lions in such a way Conrad was sure there was video being taken. He was not sure if he approved of this, but the angles seemed to be low enough to not show his face. This distraction came with the added advantage of helping hold back any signs of that all too familiar sensation of getting too close to the edge. He was certainly not going to lose on video.

While the filming moved to get a close up of the cigars, Conrad chanced a moment so slow down and have a peak to see if he could see under the body he was pounding. A large puddle of pre had been building up on the dirty wooden floor, making erratic patterns as the source of the leak bounced around from the forces being applied to the body it was attached to. This made the younger lion grin and he decided to change things up again. Instead of hard, fast, and brutal thrusts that remained mostly inside the body, he took a small step back and let his length nearly fall out on each stroke. This pulled his barbed member along the entire length of the warm fleshy tube it was nestled in, and caused some interesting noises that sounded almost like screams to emit from the gagged lion.

"Make the piggy squeal," hollered a voice from the crowd. Conrad decided to do just that. Using his opponent's harness for balance, the beast of a lion sped up his long thrusts. Fast and deep movements, pistoning in and out like the motion gear of a steam locomotive working hard with a heavy load. The smoke from the cigar gag puffing out with each high pitched moan seemed to tie in with the pistoning. The pair were more like a machine, with exhaust fumes belching out into the air.

The older lion's master had lit up a cigar of his own, and seemed to be taking delight in tapping the ash on to his slave's nose every now and again. It was almost as if he wanted to see his lion lose, or he knew that things were too far gone. This thought was enough for the so-called cub to want to hurry things along a bit. He started to pull his arms back a little as he thrusted, rocking the weakening pucker onto his shaft just as much as his barbs were scraping in and out of the abused ring.

It did not take too much more of the relentless pounding before the harness Conrad was holding started to change from a handy leverage device to a way to support the older lion. He could feel the exhaustion had long set in, breathing had become flat out panting, and the smaller feline's legs trembled with wild instability. Then, without warning, the rump he was taking tightened hard and rushed up to meet his next thrust, a feeble yet relieved sounding roar came from the front end, and the sound of the tiger cursing hit his ears. The older lion became a dead weight, so Conrad allowed him to fall to the floor, sliding out of his arse as the lion collapsed. He had won.

"Don't you dare lose that erection," the tiger shouted, pointing an urgent finger at the young lion. Conrad was frustrated enough to carry out the command without taking task at being ordered around. He quickly let his paw get to work his shaft while the tiger hauled the exhausted loser to his knees and placed the still gagged creature under the victor's nose. The winning lion could feel a little warmth of the cigars under his paw as he masturbated. With a sly grin Conrad understood what the tiger wanted.

"Shall I?" he asked, knowing exactly what the answer would be.

"Mark him", came the tiger's confirmation. "Show him what a real man does to those who challenge their betters."

Conrad relaxed, and let himself give in to his urges. It took a few minutes of frantic paw action but soon a guttural roar escaped his lips as thick ropes were shot from his dick, landing all over the older lion's face and covering it with seed. Once the flow had ebbed and his features had been suitably marked, the losing lion blinked his eyes open and, taking care not to singe the victor, offered an ear to Conrad so he could clean the last remnants of orgasm off his shaft. Conrad had never done that before but with a little awkward shifting he managed to clean himself up enough that he was satisfied.

Still kneeling and smoking, the lion lifted a paw to wipe some of the cum off his face, but the tiger slapped it away. With a movement almost too fast for Conrad to notice, the tiger had produced a double ended clip from somewhere and took to the task of cuffing the lion's paws behind his back by clipping his gauntlets together.

"Don't even think of wiping it off," he growled as he restrained the lion. "You shall wear that for the rest of the night, and once you have finished those cigars you will be licking up every bit of ash that's fallen during your encounter. Once done you can lick clean all the ashtrays of the other cigar doms, and if I'm still not satisfied I'll invite the other doms and their subs to mark you as well. Maybe then you'll remember your place."

Something that sounded a bit like a humbled "yes sir" mumbled from around the cigars as the shame-faced lion lowered his ears and drooped his head. Conrad felt like he should be trying to get the tiger to not be too harsh with his pet but, knowing it was not his place to, he decided against it. His train of thought was interrupted by the barman.

"Excuse me, sir," he said, looking at the tiger and blowing some smoke out of his nose as he talked with the pipe's stem clenched between his teeth. "I know I shouldn't be asking this, but all this entertainment has gotten me a bit flustered, and..." He paused, looking a little embarrassed and his tail started to curl down between his legs. "Could I be so bold as to ask if I could mark your pet please?"

"You?" the tiger roared. The labrador shriveled back in fear, but the striped feline was laughing. His body shook and the chains connected to his various body parts rattled a little as laughter filled the room. It took a few moments for the cat to catch his breath. "You know what, I'm feeling he deserves that, so yes, you may." The dog looked stunned, but then very happy. His ears perked up and a strong wag came from the tail behind him.

"Thank you, sir," he said, pulling down his now rather tight leather jockstrap to reveal a quite impressive piece of meat. Long trails of pre leaked from it.

"I know how fluid much you mutts can produce," the tiger continued with a smirk. "If his face isn't soaked by the time you're done, I'll be locking you in chastity for a month, you understand?" The barkeeper looked as if he was not sure if this was a joke or not, but did not let it stop him. The tiger had not yet finished his instructions however.

"And I want to see you hauling on that pipe as you go. Take it in deep, and show me how much you need it." The labrador looked like he was blushing again, but gave a few rapid suckles on the stem of the pipe in his muzzle. Taking a lung busting inhale directly through the briarwood, the dog exhaled the thickest cloud of pipe smoke Conrad had ever seen over the losing lion's face, obscuring him from view for a brief moment. This seemed to please the tiger and he let the barkeeper continue on.

Rather than stay to watch the show that was about to unfold before him, Conrad decided now was the time to make his exit. He bade his farewells to everyone, thanked the losing lion for picking up his tab, and took the remains of his bottle of drink to the road, once the labrador had paused long enough to unlock the door to let him out. It had been a good night and Conrad was certain he would have to return here some day.