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The sun shone brightly on the hillside villa that overlooked Theriteys--the small city-state at the foot of the hill bustled with typical activity, with citizens going to market, artisans crafting their wares, worshippers taking offerings to the temples, and boats coming into the harbor. The villa nestled above it all was usually a quiet place--a sanctuary of seclusion for its owner--but today the music of lyres and flutes drifted from its expansive courtyard, mixing with the background sounds of the ocean waves far in the distance and the olive trees that rustled in the wind.

The villa hosted 80 merchants, traders, sailors, politicians, artists, nobles, scholars, and philosophers from all over the peninsula, all of them gathered in celebration of the Spring Equinox. Many of the guests had formed groups in the courtyard to feast on the delectable spread that had been provided, or tour the expansive grounds surrounding the villa, or swim in the pools just below the courtyard. Quite a few of the guests had taken full advantage of their host's hospitality, shedding their togas and simply lounging nude together as they enjoyed the food and music. Slaves clad only in golden bands and sheer waist wrappings continually filled empty goblets with wine and saw to their guests' every whim.

Dameus, a well-fed boar noble from Arikades, had chosen to remain clothed while he relaxed on a divan with a cluster of other nobles he had met. He picked up an olive from the golden bowl next to him and popped it into his mouth as Numa, a lynx, continued speaking.

"...and that King Tharsus of Herata gave him a mountain of gold and his daughter for driving out the Parthinians by himself, and that's just for starters," Numa finished.

"Don't tell me you actually believe any of those rumors?" Pyris, a wolf, scoffed.

"Well, how else do you explain it?" Numa asked, nodding at the villa around them. "There's no way he could've gotten a place like this without a reward like that, or without killing someone like Oliatos of Fyhr."

"Oliatos of Fyhr is still alive," the wolf countered.

"How do you know?" Numa asked.

"Because I met him long after he was supposed to be dead, according to your story," Pyris replied. He drank deeply from his goblet before continuing, "And King Tharsus of Herata doesn't have any daughters."

"And you know this because..."

"Because I fucked all of his children, and they were all men," Pyris told his companion. Dameus guffawed as he ate another olive.

Numa shook his head and laughed. "You've done all these amazing things and met all these amazing people, and yet you haven't met our host?"

"I don't think anyone here has," Pyris mused. He turned to Dameus. "Have you?"

The boar shook his head. "No, but his background seems fairly clear to me, if you know where to look."

"What do you mean?" Numa asked.

Dameus gestured at the statues between the columns that lined the courtyard. They each depicted a lion, although at various sizes and life stages. "He started out as a soldier, and I'm guessing he participated in some very successful campaigns." Dameus pointed at the statue of a lean, muscular lion in a waist wrapping with a shield on his back, a sword at his waist, and a spear in his hand.

"Then he rose through the ranks." The next statue showed the lion--bigger and bulkier now--clad in armor, holding an impressive helmet by his side.

"Eventually he went into politics, I'm guessing as a senator." The third statue depicted a taller and beefier lion who was dressed in a long toga and held a scroll and olive branch in his hands.

"Then after that, I'm not so sure, maybe a merchant--whatever he became, it made him very wealthy and successful." The fourth statue showed a taller lion still. His toga was shorter and less regal than his political garb on the third statue, but it still reflected his high status while showing a prominent bulge below his waist. The lion easily hefted a barrel over his shoulder and stood proudly.

"Well, that's all well and good for his background, but it's what's in between all that that I want to know about," Numa said after Dameus finished. "For instance, I heard he commissioned Timais of Alector to paint a mural of him slaying the gods. You don't think that's here, do you? Or, or what about the story about him founding Theriteys? We could be sitting in the courtyard where he got that idea!"

"More rumors, Numa," Pyris chided the lynx.

"Oh, and you're not curious at all about our host?" Numa asked sarcastically.

"Oh, I'm curious, just not about his history," Pyris answered.

"Well, what then?"

Pyris grinned at Numa and Dameus. "It might be easier to show you." He drained his goblet and raised the empty cup. A rabbit slave approached with a full pitcher of wine, and as he came to fill Pyris's cup, the wolf, the boar, and the lynx all saw that the rabbit clearly had no cock or balls under his sheer waist wrapping--it was simply smooth fur and a small hole for his urethra, which was adorned with a gold stud piercing. The rabbit poured the wine, bowed his head, and left to attend another guest.

"Now, that's what I'm curious about, too," Dameus chuckled. He casually placed a hand on his own groin and squeezed his flaccid cock, intrigued by what he'd just seen.

"Right?" Pyris said. He shook his head. "I can't seem to figure it out...that one was completely nullified, while that one over there--" he pointed at a fox slave massaging one of the guests "--is still intact. And that one there--" he pointed at a horse clearing away plates with scraps on them "--only has his balls, while that one--" he pointed at a leopard who was bent over a table and getting bred by another guest "--only has his cock."

Numa crossed his legs protectively. "Of all the things about our host, and you're curious about that?"

"Well, aren't you? What's the rhyme or reason behind the inconsistencies?" Pyris asked.

"I agree, it does seem...puzzling," Dameus mused as he watched the cockless horse walk back to the kitchens, his balls visibly swaying against his waist wrap. "Do you think he buys them from slavers already cut like that? And maybe he can't decide if he enjoys eunuchs or not?"

Pyris watched another fully nullified slave fill a guest's goblet. "I wonder if he cuts them himself...maybe to mark certain lengths of service."

"Hmm, after 5 years, he takes their cocks, after 10 years, he takes their balls," Dameus suggested. "Or maybe he does it at random?"

"What...what do you think he does with the cutoffs?" Numa asked tentatively.

"Well, he could simply dispose of them...or feed them to his livestock...or force his slaves to eat them," Pyris guessed. "Or..."

"He could eat them himself," Dameus took up.

Pyris and Numa looked at him skeptically. Dameus drank from his cup before he continued, "Well, how else do you think he got so big?" He gestured at the statues lining the courtyard.

Numa laughed. "I don't think eating cocks makes you bigger, at least not like that."

"Oh, and you'd know from experience, would you?" Pyris playfully poked Numa in the ribs. The lynx chuckled and squirmed, trying to get away from Pyris's jabbing, but the wolf was too fast, too persistent, and soon had Numa in a chokehold and face-to-face with Dameus's groin.

"Then again, considering how much cock you eat, it's a wonder you're not the size of Mount Verathes," Pyris kept up, forcing the lynx's nose to press against Dameus's cock through the boar's toga.

"Maybe he just needs to eat the right kind of cock. What do you say to that, Numa?" Dameus said, repositioning himself so he could easily spread his legs and pull back his toga to reveal his meaty, thigh-length cock that was starting to chub. "Maybe try some meat from the nobility instead of all those stable boys you constantly suck off back home."

Before Numa could say anything, Pyris pinched the lynx's cheeks to make him open his mouth, and Dameus grabbed the young noble's face and pulled it forward to sink his lips around his cockhead. The boar groaned softly as Numa swirled his tongue over his glans and frenulum, and Dameus draped his toga over Numa's head, hiding him from view. As the toga covered his head and shoulders, Numa voluntarily pulled himself further up the divan and into Dameus's crotch to get more of the swelling cock into his mouth.

"There, now let's see how well you can put that mouth to use," Dameus huffed as he reclined and watched Numa's head--covered by the toga--bob up and down. Pyris patted the lynx's back and released his grip, leaving Numa to his station of lapping and suckling on Dameus's cock while the wolf motioned for a slave to bring more food.

While Dameus and Pyris resumed chatting idly with the few others in their group, Haemon, a bear scholar from Rhodas, summoned a ball-less wolf slave to kneel before the divan and place his snout under Numa's tail. Obediently, the slave licked the lynx's hole, tenderly and methodically pleasuring the noble while Numa continued his own ministrations. Music still filled the courtyard and other slaves circulated from guest to guest, refilling goblets and ferrying food. As many guests drank more of their host's wine, they shed more of their clothes, and soon the majority of people were comfortably nude and lazily groping each other, kissing slaves, and filling holes.

Food, sex, drinking, conversation, music, and games helped the guests while away the afternoon. It wasn't until early evening when the music died down and a herald--a cougar dressed in a simple white waist wrapping--stepped out of the main entry. The herald cleared his throat, and then declared to the courtyard, "Gentlemen, dignitaries, scholars, and friends! Might I present your host: Magnus!"

Dameus roused himself from his wine and fellatio-induced stupor--Numa had been edging him for hours and the lynx popped his cock out of his mouth and raised his head from beneath the boar's toga. Pyris had been lying on top of Haemon, kissing the bear--the two broke apart and, with Dameus, Numa, and every other guest in the courtyard, stared at the towering, muscled figure standing next to the herald.

A lion--at least 7 feet tall, with an impressively rotund gut and proportionally thick limbs, and adorned with a gold and light brown mane that could've been made of distilled sunlight--stood in the doorway and raised his arms in welcome. The loose fabric draped below his waist shifted as Magnus stepped forward, betraying the outline of an enormous cock and set of balls that Dameus couldn't fully gage the size of, but the boar knew they were much larger than they should be.

"My friends! Welcome, and I pray you've been having a wonderful Equinox!" Magnus's voice boomed across the courtyard. "What a glorious day this has been and what a divine evening we have welcomed. I regret I have been unable to join you until now due to urgent matters, but I trust you have been appreciating my hospitality in my absence, and I encourage you to do so even as I'm here now! As you drink, explore, and enjoy each other and my humble home, remember that what is mine is yours to do with as you please, so long as you don't break anything."

At that, the lion winked. A few guests chuckled before Magnus continued, "There is still plenty of food and wine in the kitchens, so please indulge yourselves, and I urge you to satiate as many of your appetites as possible so we may be well and truly ready to welcome the new season!"

The guests assembled in the courtyard clapped as Magnus finished his short speech, and the lion began to greet small clusters of his visitors, speaking in soft tones and absently trailing his thick fingers through the few braids in his mane.

"So that's our benefactor for this revelry," Pyris mused. "He's bigger than I expected."

Pyris, Dameus, Haemon, and Numa watched as Magnus laughed heartily at a joke, then greeted another guest, leaning down and kissing the hyena passionately; the lion's maw overwhelmed the hyena's muzzle as Magnus shamelessly rolled his tongue into his guest's mouth.

"He certainly seems more friendly than what I've heard," Numa took up. "I thought he was some battle-hardened, quiet type."

"Well, he probably didn't rise to his station by being quiet," Dameus noted.

"What do you think his urgent business was?" Numa asked as Magnus moved on from one cluster of guests to another--as the lion walked, Dameus couldn't take his eyes off of the noticeable bulge that swung between Magnus's legs and jostled his toga. Judging from the movement of the fabric and the shadows cast upon it, Dameus estimated that Magnus's member hung down to his shins, and his balls must be the size of cantaloupes. A slave brought Magnus a larger goblet full of wine and the lion drank deeply before conversing with his guests.

"For Magnus? It could've been anything," Haemon replied as he stroked Pyris's back--the wolf still lay on top of the bear's stomach. "The man has his fingers in so many enterprises."

Dameus watched as his host absently rubbed his stomach while he spoke, then sidled up next to the nude horse merchant who addressed him and cupped his bare ass with his giant hand. The horse lifted his tail as he continued to speak, and Dameus saw Magnus casually slide a thick finger in between the taut cheeks, clearly filling the horse's hole before rocking the digit back and forth in a small pumping motion, but with enough force to make the equine's hips roll forward.

"Including Syloson's enterprise?" Dameus asked.

Haemon grinned as he watched the horse back up even further onto Magnus's finger to get more of it inside him. "I suppose so. Syloson does own a mine and two vineyards, it stands to reason Magnus would want to get in there."

The group of four kept their eyes locked on their host as he moved around the courtyard--Magnus alternated between dictating orders to his slaves and speaking with his guests. He drank multiple goblets of wine, with a lithe fox by his side to constantly keep his cup full, and casually snacked on refreshments. Dameus, Haemon, Pyris, and Numa watched the lion kiss some of his guests, while he allowed others to lay their hands on his waist and abdomen; for some of his guests, he would let them reach under his toga, while others were leisurely fingered by their host who would slip his own massive paw under their garments.

Eventually, Magnus's path brought him to the cluster of divans and cushions where Dameus's group of nobles and scholars lounged.

"My friends, welcome!" The lion said in greeting. He sat on one of the empty divans and reclined, propping his feet up on one of the cushions on the floor--the fabric draped below his waist settled over his legs, showing the outlines of the thick limbs and the long member resting between them. "I trust you've been enjoying yourselves?"

"Thanks to your charity and hospitality, sir," Dameus replied, raising his goblet to Magnus. "You do a great service by opening the doors to your home and you honor us with your presence."

Magnus waved off Dameus's compliments. "Ah, you're too kind, Dameus. It's not often I host these kinds of events, it's as much a welcome novelty for me as it is for you. Oho, and Numa of Delinio, I was hoping you'd put in an appearance!"

The lynx sitting in Dameus's lap did a double-take. "I-I beg your pardon, Magnus, have we--"

"Oh no, we haven't met, you're not causing me some great offense," Magnus chuckled. "I've done business in Delinio before and heard tell of some of your family's enterprises. I was hoping to chance across you tonight; from what my sources tell me, I think there's a lot we can discuss."

"Ah, I'd be happy to talk with you, although you'd have me at a disadvantage, I'm afraid," Numa replied. "You might have heard reliable information about me, but it's been hard separating fact from fiction when it comes to your exploits."

Magnus nodded and took a sip of his wine. "I suppose that's a hazard of my work. But, then again, rumors can work in one's favor. I'm sure they've created quite an air of mystery about me. Although I have to say, I'm highly intrigued by the rumors about you, Numa."

The lynx coughed nervously. "And what rumors might those be, Magnus?"

"That you suck off all 15 of your stable boys every day before getting fucked by your stable master every night," Magnus answered casually.

Numa grimaced and Magnus roared in laughter. "Well, now you have me even more intrigued! You must have quite the mouth on you, Numa!"

Dameus patted Numa's shoulder as the embarrassed lynx slumped back against him. Meanwhile, the lion wiped his eyes and took another drink as he settled down. "Please forgive me, this wine has gone right to my head, and it's been a long day. I mean no offense, Numa. Tell me, my friends, what can I do to ensure a pleasant stay for you at my villa tonight?"

"Well, I'm sure Numa is going to miss his stable master...so is yours free to visit Numa's chambers?" Dameus joked.

The group laughed before Dameus continued, "Really, I think your food, drink, and accommodations are excellent, it's hard to think of wanting for anything else."

"If you do find yourselves needing something--anything at all--my slaves are at your beck and call," Magnus said.

"Out of curiosity, how many do you have?" Pyris asked.

"Oh, I'd say at least 70," Magnus said breezily. "I haven't done an exact count in a while. But I need at least that many to keep the villa running--you've explored the property, haven't you?"

"Oh yes, it's quite an estate you have," Dameus replied. "A few of the noble families in Arikades would be jealous."

"Yours included?" Magnus asked playfully as a fully nullified panther slave carrying a wide, empty brass bowl approached.

"Well..."

Magnus grinned. "All this land, all my buildings, all my enterprises here--it takes a dedicated and obedient workforce. Everyone here has learned their place."

As if on cue, the panther slave knelt down and placed the brass bowl on the ground beneath Magnus's stretched legs. The panther then crawled under the lion's legs to fold up the backside of Magnus's toga just above his knees, revealing the head of the lion's enormous, semi-flaccid cock that drooped downwards, just a foot above the rim of the brass bowl. The cockhead was sheathed in thick foreskin, and the panther placed both of his hands just under where Magnus's glans would be. The feline pushed up and pulled down while squeezing the shaft, as if milking his master's cock; indeed, clear, viscous fluid began to leak and dribble from the wrinkled tip of the lion's foreskin before dripping down in thick strands to the bowl below. Magnus, meanwhile, carried on normally.

"It took me a lot of time to build this villa--even longer to build myself. I knew that if I wanted to hold onto my success, I needed to depend on the right people in the right place, and I needed their complete loyalty and obedience," Magnus said as his slave continued to milk him. "Your family, Dameus, and yours, Numa, have had the luxury of multiple generations to build dynasties and reinvest your existing wealth; your achievements today are supported by the triumphs of your fathers and their fathers, and their fathers before them. Comparatively, my little slice of the world appeared overnight, which means I've had to take far more radical steps to ensure success at such a rapid pace. And I can attend to my business myself, but my home--it's another beast entirely."

Magnus shifted in his seat while the panther kept squeezing and tugging on his master's cock, slightly retracting the lion's foreskin before pulling it forward again and coaxing out more pre to ooze into the bowl. The fluid dripped so copiously that the bowl was already halfway full by the time Magnus resumed, "My work takes me all over the peninsula, and I've even had to cross over to Parthenia a few times; Pyris, I'm sure you know how long that crossing takes."

"I've traveled there only once," the wolf replied. He shook his head to himself. "Never again, the seas were too rough and the voyage too long."

"Imagine undertaking such a journey twice in one year," Magnus emphasized. "Why, last year, I was traveling more than I was at home. And I can only imagine the state of disrepair this wonderful villa would be in if it weren't for my dedicated workforce. I want to enjoy the fruit of my labor, not be slave to it. Hence the actual slaves, right, Iros?" Magnus lazily rubbed the panther's head while the slave dutifully continued his task. The lion rumbled appreciatively as the smaller panther worked out more pre, getting closer to filling the bowl. Magnus took another drink before he said, "It took quite some time to train them all, but the rewards for carrying out their duties correctly and obediently are far greater than what they would receive under any other master."

By the time Magnus finished speaking, the bowl under his legs had filled to the brim with his pre. The panther released his hold on Magnus's cock, letting the semi-flaccid member droop again as he rolled the backside of the lion's toga down again to cover the cockhead, which left a dark, wet stain on the dyed fabric. The panther picked up the bowl, steadily rose to his feet, deferentially bowed his head to Magnus, and retreated.

"You wouldn't believe how many slaves failed so miserably at doing that," Magnus told his guests as he shifted in his seat again. "Collecting my pre as an offering for the gods is an important task, and so many slaves simply thought they could just get me hard and make me cum--they lacked the knowledge, finesse, and discipline to go slowly and work carefully to stimulate me, but not too much. As I'm sure you noticed, Iros required quite a lot of discipline."

"Is...is that how you discipline your slaves, then?" Dameus asked. "You cut them?"

Magnus smiled. "Cut them? Not exactly. I have my own ways. Although perhaps you might like a demonstration? As some entertainment?"

Dameus glanced at his companions, and they all nodded in unison.

The lion's smile grew wider and toothier, and a glint appeared in his deep golden eyes. "Well! In that case, I think I have just the two in mind for this!" Magnus looked over at the nullified rabbit slave who had served Pyris wine earlier; the lion snapped his fingers and the rabbit obediently approached.

"Bring me Alkides and Lydus, one at a time," Magnus ordered. "And tell Malastor to announce that I'll be doing a demonstration, I'm sure there are going to be a few guests who'll want to observe."

The rabbit bowed his head and retreated; Dameus watched him meet with the cougar herald and murmur in his ear. The cougar nodded and the rabbit then exited the courtyard.

"Alkides and Lydus should be fun for you to watch," Magnus said as he placed his goblet on a table and sat up. "They've both been causing me some trouble for a while now and I've been meaning to discipline them."

While he waited, the lion rolled his shoulders and stretched his neck, then reached down to rub his cock through his toga. Dameus saw the thick outline of the lion's member swell as it engorged and pulsed with blood, and soon the cock was forming a tent the size of his arm in Magnus's lap.

"Forgive me for staring, I didn't realize just how large you were," Dameus breathed as he watched Magnus lazily pumping his cock through the fabric.

"Oh, you'll be staring at much more very soon," Magnus rumbled with a wink.

At that moment, the cougar herald strode to the middle of the courtyard. "Honored guests!" he called. "The great Magnus wishes to offer up a vision of entertainment for this evening as he disciplines two of his slaves! For those of you who wish to watch, please join him in the southwest corner of the courtyard."

While a contingent of guests broke from their social groups to join Magnus, Dameus, Numa, Pyris, and Haemon, the rabbit slave reappeared, leading a tall, muscular Molussus dog on a leash attached to a collar around his neck. The canine hung his head meekly as he followed the rabbit through the throng of curious guests. When the rabbit and Molussus reached the center of the divans, they bowed their heads to Magnus and stood still. The lion rose from his divan and snapped his fingers, summoning his herald to join the group and slowly untie his toga. The tunic dropped to Magnus's waist first, revealing the enormous pecs and firm muscle-gut framed by the well-defined obliques. The cougar then unwrapped the fabric around Magnus's pelvis and pulled it away, exposing the lion's erection.

Magnus's girthy cock--as thick as his own massive biceps and as long as his arm from shoulder to fingertip--bobbed and pulsed, with the foreskin still pulled down over the wide head. His massive balls hung heavily, and they swayed as he stepped toward the rabbit and Molussus. The lion held out his hand, and the rabbit delicately placed the end of the leash in Magnus's palm before departing. Magnus wrapped the end of the leash once around his large hand, drawing the Molussus a step closer to himself.

"My friends!" Magnus's voice rang out over the assembled onlookers. The lion held the leash firmly in his grip as he surveyed his guests and continued, "Some of you may be curious how I discipline my slaves. So many of them today have been compliant and carried out their duties without incident, serving you as well as they serve me. But what about the troublemakers?"

Magnus wrapped another coil of the leash around his palm, forcing the Molussus to take another reluctant step closer.

"For the first round of entertainment this evening, I give you Alkides," Magnus resumed. "He's been a part of my estate for three months now, and he's well-behaved. His problem, however..."

Magnus twirled his hand again, rolling another loop of the leash around his palm--Alkides was close enough for his groin to meet the tip of his master's cock.

"...is being so clumsy that he constantly spills wine and food." Magnus said. He reached down to the canine's waist and roughly yanked the sheer wrapping off of the slave's waist. The thin fabric fluttered to the ground, leaving Alkides clad in only his gold bands, and the Molussus's sheath had begun to fill and swell as it rubbed against Magnus's cockhead. "So, what am I to do with him? Perhaps, because he serves me so well otherwise, I should allow him to play with my cock?"

Alkides looked up for the first time, disbelief and amazement clearly visible on his face. The assembled crowd murmured among themselves while Magnus rumbled, "Go on, Alkides. Take a moment for yourself with my manhood."

The dog didn't need to be told twice; he immediately placed his hands on the wide underside of Magnus's cock and began to rub in small circles, stimulating the sensitive member. He pulled up on the cock, raising the head--still covered in its thick sheath of foreskin--to his muzzle, and he rubbed his nose against it, inhaling deeply.

"Yes, that's good, Alkides," Magnus chuffed.

As he huffed the lion's scent and softly lapped at the underside of Magnus's cockhead--lightly slathering the wrinkled foreskin in a thin layer of saliva--Alkides's sheath bulged more, and the pointed tip of his own cock began to emerge. The slave lowered his master's cock again, hefting what he could in one hand while he released his other hand and swirled his fingers around the opening of the foreskin, occasionally dipping a fingertip within. Dameus could see the foreskin subtly contracting on its own, as if the lion was consciously flexing it. Dameus looked closer, and was astounded and aroused to the see that the foreskin--lubed by pre that was starting to leak out--was sucking on Alkides's fingers, and it took the Molussus considerable effort to pull his digits free. Alkides repeated his ministrations a few more times, dipping his fingers into his master's foreskin and stroking across the sensitive cockhead hidden within, then pulling them out.

"Yes, he's a good dog, indeed, isn't he, my Alkides?" Magnus asked the crowd. "And he's even starting to play with the little trick I can do."

At that, Magnus grinned deviously, and Dameus and everyone else watched as their host's foreskin began to retract by itself. The skin and fur--slicked by thick pre--rolled back, forming wrinkles in the lion's shaft as the fist-sized cockhead was revealed. More clear pre oozed from the urethral slit, which looked wide enough to easily admit a few fingers. The fluid dripped onto Alkides's erection, which poked halfway out of his sheath and looked almost tiny by comparison to his master's manhood. Alkides stroked his fingers across the bare skin, and Magnus's foreskin--under the lion's conscious control--released itself, slowly covering his cockhead and Alkides's fingers once more. Magnus flexed his cock, and Alkides gasped, then pulled his fingers away with an audibly wet pop.

"The suction...it's so strong, Master," the slave breathed. He licked the pre off his fingertips before worming his digits back into Magnus's foreskin.

"Perhaps I should let you see just how strong it can be, Alkides," Magnus proclaimed. "Place your manhood within it."

Alkides looked up at Magnus with a mixture of awe and a small hint of fear. The lion glared harshly down at his slave, and Alkides hesitantly complied with his master's order. After pulling his fingers out of Magnus's foreskin, Alkides lowered the enormous cockhead to his own groin. With some small effort, the slave lined up the red, pointed head of his cock with the foreskin opening and thrust his hips forward, docking his cock inside the foreskin and rubbing it against Magnus's cockhead. The Molussus moaned and Dameus and the rest of the onlookers watched as the lion's foreskin began visibly sucking on the dog's cock. More pre seeped out, wetting Alkides's sheath, which had begun to swell even more as his knot inflated within.

"Oh...oh Master, it's so good," Alkides moaned. His eyes widened as he involuntarily stepped forward. "Oh! I'm inside you, I-I-I--"

"Inside my cock is exactly where you're supposed to be, slave," Magnus cut off Alkides's apologetic stammerings. The lion's voice rose as he declared to his guests, "With this pleasure comes a simple reminder: As obedient as he can be, this slave also has a lesson to learn. And as his master, it's my duty to teach it to him."

Dameus, along with the rest of the crowd, watched in shock and awe as Magnus's foreskin began to actively extend forward, like a slug seeking out a meal, and push itself into Alkides's sheath. The canine panted and moaned as his master's foreskin dug further into him; Dameus surmised the tight squeeze of the foreskin wrapped under the outer layer of the sheath must be almost too much for the dog to bear. Indeed, the slave whimpered and bucked as if he were experiencing intolerable pleasure and pain while the foreskin rooted around deeper and deeper inside his sheath and constricted around his shaft.

"Oh my, do you see..." Pyris trailed off--Dameus followed his companion's gaze and saw that Magnus's foreskin was now convulsing hard, as if pulling backward.

"And one...two...three!" Magnus called on each pull--the slave gasped loudly on the third and final tug, and Magnus's foreskin pulled roughly out of Alkides's sheath with a wet schlorp. But there was no dog cock to be seen. Alkides's sheath simply drooped, deflated and empty as translucent white fluid dripped out of it.

"Now, I think that's a lesson anyone would remember, don't you?" Magnus addressed the crowd as he hefted his cock in one hand and raised it while he slowly rotated on the spot, giving everyone an opportunity to see the underside of his shaft.

Dameus's eyes widened in amazement as he saw the clearly-defined outline of a canine cock--bulbous shaft, fully engorged knot, and all--slide head-first down the lion's urethra, making only a small bulge until it reached his groin, where it disappeared entirely. The boar couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins at the sight, and his heart fluttered.

Magnus, however, wasn't done showing off; he let his cock fall back to its natural position while he yanked the newly cockless slave close enough to roughly grab at the freshly emptied and still-dripping canine sheath. Magnus forced four fingers inside, causing Alkides to grit his teeth at the intrusion. The lion paid him no mind, however, as he pulled his fingers apart, stretching the opening of the dog's sheath, and showing the results of his demonstration to his guests: Inside the sheath, where the root of Alkides's cock should have been, there was nothing more than a smooth, circular patch of bare skin, slimy with dog cum and lion pre, and a small hole for just Alkides's urethra.

"And the lesson learned here," Magnus continued as he stretched his fingers farther apart to show off the empty sheath, "is that if you're so clumsy, perhaps you shouldn't be trusted with even your own cock, hm?"

The lion laughed at his observation, and the crowd joined in, chuckling at the slave's predicament. With his free hand, Magnus reached for the plate of food that was held by a nearby fox slave, and he plucked a few thick carrots from the spread. He roughly stuffed them into Alkides's sheath and released his hold on the flesh and fur; as a result, it looked like Alkides's cock had been replaced by three carrots that stuck out of his sheath. Magnus patted the slave's balls--which fortunately had remained intact--before he told the canine, "But maybe you can be trusted with some refreshments for my guests. Now be a good boy and don't spill anything."

"Yes, Master...th-thank you, Master," Alkides said quietly. Magnus laughed again and dropped the leash from his hands, allowing Alkides to take his leave.

"Now, that was my first demonstration!" Magnus announced to his guests. The rabbit slave who had led Alkides to Magnus before now walked through the throng again, this time followed by a red deer whose wrists and muzzle were bound by thick cord. The deer's eyes flashed and he tossed his head angrily as the rabbit presented him to the lion and placed the end of his leash in Magnus's hand. "For my second, I give you Lydus!"

Rather than taking his time to draw the slave closer to himself as he did with Alkides, Magnus harshly yanked on the leash, forcing the deer to stumble forward until his groin collided with the tip of Magnus's cock. "A boy formerly of Thelessia and a very recent acquisition, Lydus isn't as obedient as he should be. Yet," Magnus added as he reached down and pulled the sheer waist wrapping off of the deer, leaving him clad in only his gold bands, just like Alkides.

"His insubordination and rebelliousness for the past few weeks have caused nothing but trouble. If he were a gladiator in the Grand Arena, his fiery spirit would be commended. But you're not a gladiator, and you're not in the Grand Arena, are you, Lydus?" Magnus addressed the slave.

The deer defiantly stood still, and Magnus pulled on his leash again. "Answer me when I ask you a question, slave," he growled dangerously. "You're not a gladiator, and you're not in the Grand Arena, are you?"

Lydus's eyes narrowed, as if he wished nothing less than the most hideous death for his master, but he shook his head in response to the question.

"Now, my homemaster tells me that it's impossible to train this boy and that I'd be better off selling Lydus and reinvesting my profits from the sale," Magnus said to the crowd. "But I believe we can make Lydus properly obedient. He just needs the right discipline." Magnus's eyes settled on Lydus, and they gleamed with predatory hunger. "Discipline learned through a harsh lesson," he finished with a rumble, and Lydus's eyebrows rose--for the first time, the deer's body language showed fear.

Without waiting for Lydus to even try to get away, Magnus pulled him even closer, forcing the deer to press his crotch deeply against the lion's cockhead. The foreskin immediately extended and stretched around Lydus's average-sized testicles, enveloping them in the sticky and slick fleshy folds. Lydus gasped and moaned through the cord tied tightly around his muzzle, and he stamped his feet. But Magnus's attention--and the attention of the rest of the crowd--was on the thick foreskin that had trapped the deer's balls.

The foreskin writhed and pulsated as it visibly sucked on and contracted around Lydus's scrotum, cinching tighter and tighter around the top of the vulnerable sack. Magnus grunted as his foreskin began to tug back and forth, just like it did on Alkides's cock, and Dameus felt himself growing harder in anticipation of what was about to happen; he began to stroke himself, joining many others in the crowd who couldn't help themselves.

"You'll learn your lesson tonight, Lydus," Magnus growled as his foreskin tugged harder. The deer threw his head back and groaned loudly through his restrained muzzle. "And then we'll see just how rebellious you'll still want to be."

The deer desperately shook his head, as if trying to signal that he was ready to cooperate, but it was too late. Magnus chuckled as his foreskin tugged once...twice more, and as Lydus groaned again and shuddered, the foreskin pulled away from the now clearly shriveled and empty sack that hung forlornly under Lydus's cock.

Like he did after devouring Alkides's member, Magnus hefted his shaft in one hand and raised his cock up to show off the underside. There, in his urethra, were two small bulges, one on top of the other: Lydus's nuts had been completely removed and swallowed up by Magnus's ravenous cock.

"Did you learn your lesson, slave?" Magnus asked as Lydus and the rest of the crowd watched the outlines of the deer's balls descend in the lion's urethra. Dameus stroked his cock harder as he watched the nuts disappear into Magnus's mighty body, and Lydus, clearly humiliated and chastened, nodded his head.

"Well, there we have it!" Magnus said to the crowd as he released his cock and handed Lydus's leash over to his cougar herald--the smaller feline led the deer away as Magnus continued, "Perhaps Lydus will be more compliant, but time will tell!"

Magnus snapped his fingers, summoning another slave to bring him his goblet. "Please, pardon me, devouring these morsels and disciplining my slaves is thirsty work," he said before he took a drink.

"How is it that you can do such a thing?" Syloson asked from the middle of the crowd as Magnus gulped down his wine. "It's remarkable, to be sure, but how?"

Magnus wiped his lips with the back of his hand and grinned as he addressed the horse. "Are you saying your cock can't do that? I suppose that would be for the best, though."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, if you could do it, I have no doubt that half the city would be neutered by now and the other half would be cockless, with how quickly the power would go to your head!" Magnus quipped.

The assembly--Syloson included--laughed at their host's joke, before devolving into small conversations about what they had just witnessed. Dameus still stroked his cock as he overheard Haemon and Pyris discuss how many genitals Magnus must have consumed. His gaze shifted back to his host's cock, which throbbed as hard as ever. The wine he had drunk over the course of the day and the hormones that had bloomed from watching the lion's erection in action both went to his head. He was so curious what those slaves had felt, how much pleasure they had experienced inside Magnus's foreskin and urethra...

"I believe that concludes my entertainment, unless anyone would like another demonstration?" Magnus called after another draught of wine.

Dameus, his hand still wrapped around his cock, and his brain still addled by the wine, saw the opportunity, and leapt at it. "I'd like to volunteer! And to see how you might test your strength."

Magnus turned to Dameus, his eyebrows rising in surprise.

Both the wine and hormones gave the boar the courage to continue, "I think you might've had it easy with your slaves." Dameus paused as he unwrapped his toga and let the dyed fabric fall to the ground around him, at last revealing to the party the size of his cock and balls--his erection was as long as his forearm and as thick as a small amphora, while his testicles were the size of mangos. As big as he was, he was still smaller than his host, but Dameus was too excited to be concerned about size just then. "You might have some trouble with me, though; my cock is much more strongly rooted."

Magnus's expression swiftly changed from surprise to intrigue. "When someone issues a challenge such as that, how could I possibly refuse? Come, try to impress me, Dameus of Arikades!"

The boar stepped forward from the rest of the crowd and approached his host. Magnus stood still with his arms stretched, welcoming Dameus. The boar needed no further invitation, though--in a few short strides, his cockhead met the lion's wrinkled foreskin opening.

Unable to contain himself, Dameus plunged his long, thick cock inward, down past the wet and warm foreskin, where he felt his glans rub for a moment against Magnus's. He pushed further, forcing the head of his cock into his host's urethra, stretching it wide; Dameus grunted as he felt the hot, moist, snug tunnel compress his member better than any other hole he had fucked--while the lion's urethra was smooth, the slimy pre within it and tight confines around his shaft more than made up for the lack of other textures.

Magnus's eyebrows rose again and Dameus thrust his hips and groaned as he kept walking forward, sinking his manhood deeper into Magnus's cock; the sides and underbelly of the lion's shaft bulged with the invading boar meat, and Dameus kept going until he was fully hilted inside; his cock reached a good three-quarters of the way down Magnus's cock, while the lion's foreskin pressed against his groin with a soft, wet squelch.

Dameus paused before the lion, his hands on his hips while he arrogantly penetrated Magnus's cock. The two of them stood still, allowing the spectators to shamelessly ogle them--Pyris whistled low. Dameus could feel each throb of the lion's pulse, the tight squeeze as his host flexed his erection around his own cock, the unbelievable warmth that welcomed him further inward--but no suckling, no pulling on his shaft.

"Well?" Dameus demanded playfully as he thrust his hips forward, pushing back Magnus's foreskin for a moment. "Where's the hard tugging? I even made this easy for you by getting all the way in!"

Magnus laughed heartily. "Oh, you want me to pull hard? I can certainly accommodate your wish, dear Dameus."

As soon as he finished speaking, Magnus flexed his foreskin, and Dameus nearly doubled over at the sensation of the veiny skin and fur--still damp with pre--sucking and tugging hard at the base of his cock. Magnus's efforts felt so delightfully euphoric and so wonderfully constricting that Dameus wasn't sure if he was going to cum or cry...perhaps both, as he felt the tugging grow harder and harder while the dense muscle surrounding his cock flexed and squeezed around his member, and he snorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Oh, what's this?" Magnus asked as Dameus snorted again and began to yowl. "Can you not rise to the challenge you yourself laid before me?"

Dameus grunted as he leaned forward and supported himself on Magnus's waist. "I can keep going, Magnus...show me just how hard you can pull."

Magnus rumbled--his voice vibrated in Dameus's skull as he said, "You'll see for yourself very soon, Dameus."

The tugging and pulling on Dameus's cock grew in intensity, almost to a harsh yanking, and the boar closed his eyes and squealed at the mixture of pleasure and pain. Magnus's toothy grin grew wider as he seized upon the chance he'd been given, and his foreskin extended and sucked in Dameus's testicles, completely smothering them against his cockhead while the rest of the boar's manhood was buried in his urethra.

Dameus opened his eyes and rolled his head back in ecstasy--his balls were slathered in the lion's pre and formed a sizable bulge in the tight foreskin, all while Magnus's cockhead pressed against his sensitive nuts. The boar pulled his hips back as much as he could, reveling in the suction created by his host's member. But Magnus didn't release his hold at all--if anything, he flexed his cock and foreskin, pulling back on Dameus's tension. The two of them went back and forth, escalating their battle for release, until...on one last tug from Magnus...

Dameus felt something pop off of him and he gasped and stumbled backward, toppling onto a divan, while Magnus remained standing proudly. The boar looked down at his groin to see that it was completely smooth and only covered in his thick brown fur, save for a small hole where his urethra opened and clear fluid dribbled out.

Astonished, Dameus then looked up to see Magnus--just as he had with Alkides and Lydus--hold his cock up to display the underside of his shaft to his audience, with one supporting hand on his cockhead and his other hand around the base. And there, resting just above the lion's lower hand clamped around his enormous erection, was a prominent bulge that showed the clear outline of Dameus's cock and balls. Completely mesmerized, Dameus watched as a few guests reached to feel the boar's disembodied manhood, trapped within Magnus's urethra. They prodded and squeezed and kneaded on it with their hands, feeling the firm meat within, all while Magnus grinned down at Dameus--the boar could only stare and absently rub the smooth, nullified mound between his legs.

"To the victor, the spoils," Magnus eventually rumbled, and Dameus looked on in both shock and amazement as the lion released his grip on the base of his cock.

With no effort at all, Dameus's manhood and boar-makers began to slide down the mighty shaft, until Dameus's cockhead reached the base of Magnus's erection. The lion grunted as he flexed his cock, trying to encourage his body to swallow the tip of Dameus's penis past the tight ring of muscle surrounding his urethra, but it didn't budge. Magnus sighed and raised his free hand to the underside of his shaft, where he firmly pressed his palm against the top of the balls trapped inside his cock. Dameus could only watch as Magnus firmly pushed down with his hand, making the boar's nuts bulge even more before they started to slide down, compressing the boar's detached cock below them as Magnus manually forced the enormous member down his urethra further. He gritted his teeth as Dameus's cockhead pressed against his groin.

"Ah!" Magnus gasped as the thick cockhead popped inside his pelvis, and pre welled up in his foreskin. "It's been a while since I've had a meal settle in my loins like this," Magnus growled as he used his hand to guide Dameus's cock further into himself. "You're pressing in on them in just the right way," Magnus continued as he resumed pushing down on Dameus's balls with his hand; the cock inside his urethra slowly slid deeper and deeper, and Dameus could only imagine how his cock was rubbing against Magnus's tight muscles as his manhood disappeared steadily into the lion, adding to his host's masculinity and virility.

"My thanks to you," Magnus rumbled as, at last, the pronounced bulge of Dameus's balls settled at the base of Magnus's cock, almost making it appear as if the lion had a knot. Magnus hunched over himself, and Dameus could see the visible effort the lion was exerting to push his testicles into his body. Magnus grunted and growled...he pressed harder and harder...the boar's testicles bulged against the tight confines of the feline's urethra and muscles...until...

With a mighty roar of equal parts euphoric pleasure and abject pain, Magnus arched his back and slammed his hand down to the base of his shaft, while Dameus's balls popped inside of him completely, lost to the boar forever. Magnus stumbled back onto his divan opposite of Dameus's and shuddered.

"Oooh fuck," he moaned as he kept his hand firmly clenched around the bottom of his cock, squeezing it tightly in rapid pulses while more pre dribbled freely from his cockhead and out of his foreskin. Magnus panted and caught his breath for a moment before he threw his head back and growled, "And now..."

Dameus, Haemon, Pyris, Numa, and the rest of the crowd watched as Magnus groaned and his stomach rose and fell rapidly with his faster breathing; thin wisps of steam rose from the lion's body, and his cock and balls began to swell even larger. Dameus looked closely and could see that even other parts of his host--Magnus's chest, stomach, and limbs--seemed to bulge and thicken, with the muscles and tissue rippling and undulating subtly under the lion's pelt. It was as Magnus had taken the mass from Dameus's cock and added it to his own bulk. Magnus growled and panted as he continued to grow, kneading the lower portion of his cock with one hand and stroking the upper portion with the other, and coaxing more pre to drip out and splatter on the ground.

If Dameus wasn't mistaken, by the time steam stopped rising from Magnus's form, the lion had grown taller by another six inches; his muscles had also increased proportionally, while his cock now looked longer than his arm and thicker than a python, while his testicles had engorged to the size of melons that hung heavily between his knees. Dameus's manhood had been consumed completely, and the boar, still aroused even with the loss of his genitals, could appreciate how his host was putting it to good use.

Eventually, Magnus's breathing slowed, and after a few more moments, he seemed to come back to his senses. He gulped in a lungful of air and slowly exhaled as he released his hold on his enormous member and sensually rubbed his hands over his body, reveling in his growth and admiring the effects of his meal.

"Well, it's been quite a while since I've consumed something so substantial," Magnus said at last as his gaze slowly turned to Dameus, who still sat awe-struck on his divan. The lion slowly rose and traced a hand absently over his pectorals before sliding down his abdomen and around his shaft.

"You have my gratitude, Dameus of Arikades," Magnus purred. He nodded down at the boar's groin. "I suggest you enjoy what fun you can with that smooth mound between your legs. But," he continued as another nullified slave approached, bearing his large goblet of wine, "thanks to you, I might need to commission a larger statue of myself."