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Kassam, wearing a purple tank top and black gym shorts, smoothly swung his door open, revealing a lion who held an insulated bag in one hand and had his other hand raised, just about to knock.

"Oh!" Manati, the BiteDrop delivery driver, stared dumbfounded at the 43-year-old muscular tiger who loomed 8 inches taller than him, while Kassam simply smirked back down at the young lion. Taking in the 20-year-old's thick, tawny, braided mane, the healthy helping of pudge stretching his blue t-shirt (emblazoned with the Grafton Bay University football team's mascot) taut, and that simple, vaguely-smug-yet-clueless look on his face that said "dumb jock", Kassam was pleased to see that Manati was even cuter than his BiteDrop driver profile picture showed.

"Dang, you've got good timing!" Manati said, recovering from his surprise as he lowered his raised hand.

"Saw you coming up, I wanted to make sure I caught you," Kassam chuffed pleasantly.

Manati stared for a second, confused.

"I realized I forgot to give you a tip in the app," Kassam explained. He jerked his thumb behind him as he continued, "I've got some cash in the kitchen--do you want to come in while I grab it?"

"Huh? Oh! Aw, man, that's really nice of you. Yeah, if you don't mind," the 20-year-old said gratefully.

"Not at all, come on in!" Kassam held the door open and Manati stepped over the threshold--the two of them padded through the living room to Kassam's kitchen, where Manati placed his company-branded insulated bag on the island. "How long have you been driving for BiteDrop?" Kassam asked while he opened one of the cabinets behind the lion.

"A few months, just to help with rent and stuff," Manati answered confidently while he unzipped the bag with his back still turned to the tiger. As he pulled out the plastic container that held Kassam's burger from Dom's Snack Shack, the lion blithely rambled, "I've got an athletic scholarship--I'm going to GBU for sports medicine, but I'm on their football team. So most stuff for college is already taken care of, plus I get a little stipend from the school, but I still needed some extra cash, and I've got time between classes, so I started driving for BiteDrop. It's been really fun so far! I get to check out all kinds of restaurants, and it's a cool way to explore the city. And I really appreciate you going to the trouble with this ti--"

But before Manati could finish, a bulky, orange and black-striped arm adroitly snaked across his throat and violently yanked him backwards.

"Ack!" Manati gagged and flailed against the solid wall of muscle that was the tiger's torso as Kassam easily hauled him into a tight, one-armed chokehold--as he struggled, Manati's arm caught on the BiteDrop bag, sending it to the floor.

With his free hand, Kassam jabbed a syringe into the exposed side of Manati's neck.

"Hey! Wha--hrk!"

Kassam ignored his prey's protests, simply depressing the plunger and sending the paralytic agent coursing through the lion's veins before he tossed the syringe aside and constricted his sleeper hold even tighter. Manati's tuft-tipped tail thrashed furiously as he tried his best to pull Kassam's arm off, but it was curled around him like an anaconda, squeezing the air out of him and preventing him from getting any oxygen. His futile attempts at prying the tiger's arm away grew weaker and weaker; his brain was shutting down from lack of air and the sedative in his system, and Manati soon...went limp in Kassam's hold.

"That's it...there we go, nice and easy," Kassam chuffed as the young lion grew still. He finally released his arm, letting Manati slump forward to the floor, out cold. Catching his breath, Kassam glanced at the burger in its plastic box; steam was condensing on the inside of the translucent container. His tail flicked back and forth as he pondered his options...then he shrugged, deciding he could wait just a little longer for food until after he'd gotten Manati set up downstairs in his dungeon.

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The lion groaned as he came to. He opened his eyes and immediately squeezed them shut, the light above him was blinding.

"Hey, there he is!" Kassam called cheerily. "Welcome back!"

Manati squinted, trying to see through the haze--the lights were so bright, but as his eyes adjusted, his blurry surroundings came into focus again. He saw that he was in a completely white room, save for the black floor tiles, and there appeared to be a bunch of laboratory equipment, a metal work table, a display cabinet full of...what were those? And a sling, and a weird leather bench with...brackets to attach things to? Where the hell was he?

"Man, what the...fuck!" Manati yelped when he realized he couldn't move, and saw that he was sitting upright and strapped to a leather padded chair; his neck and forehead were secured to a cushioned headrest, his wrists, forearms, and biceps were locked onto the arms with leather cuffs, a ratchet strap harness kept his chest and stomach in place, his thighs were also spread apart and strapped to his seat, and his knees, calves, and ankles were all cuffed to the chair's legs. On top of all that, he'd been stripped to his blue briefs, leaving him feeling completely exposed. "What the fuck, man! What're you doing?!" He couldn't look around the room due to the fact that his forehead was stuck to the headrest, but he figured Kassam was behind him based on where he heard the tiger's voice.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Kassam coolly replied, watching the lion struggle in his chair. He could only see the lion's backside, but it was enough to get a good show of his captive's helpless wriggling in his restraints, trying to escape--Manati grunted, and Kassam could hear the subtle creaking of the leather cuffs and the rustle of the metal clips holding him in place; the chair stayed rooted to its spot, facing away from the tiger. But all the same, Kassam's cock twitched in his gym shorts at the sight of the bound feline completely at his mercy. He grinned to himself as he sat just a few feet away, behind a smaller table that he'd set up in the dungeon--it contained his computer (which was hooked up to several cables ending in sharp needles), a battery-powered barber's clipper, two USB drives, a set of piercing needles, forceps, a large captive bead ring, a straight barbell, a pair of small clamps that were welded to barbed needles, and a dark gray, translucent glass visor.

"I don't know, some sick, fucking...man, just...look, let me go and I won't tell anyone about this, okay? You can keep the tip, too, I don't need it!" Manati pleaded.

Kassam laughed. "Oh, come on, Manati, you think that's actually going to work?"

The lion froze for a moment. "Well...I...I...people are gonna miss me!" Manati latched onto the argument like a life preserver. "My parents can get the cops to find me! They'll...they'll figure out where I am, and they'll--"

"They'll put me in jail?" Kassam asked sarcastically. "Kid, I've been doing this long enough to know how to cover my tracks well. Cute thing like you? You're all mine."

Manati gulped nervously, his throat bobbing against the tight collar around his neck. "W-what do you want?"

Kassam chuffed softly as he stood from his chair. He walked slowly, deliberately, every step pat-pat-patting against the rubberized tile floor...until he stood before the lion in the chair. Manati looked up at him, fear, anger, and dread clear on his face, which was still framed by his golden, braided mane. The tiger contemplated him smugly before he asked, "What do you think I want?"

"M-money? I can get you money," Manati offered.

Kassam took a step forward, grinning toothily.

"Is there--are you trying to get my organs or something?"

The tiger stepped forward again, closing the gap between him and Manati.

"I-I don't know, man! I--did I do something to you, or--"

Kassam took one last step, invading Manati's space, which made the lion clam up. He leaned down, resting his chin on the younger feline's broad shoulder...then turned his nose into Manati's mane--his neck, vulnerable and exposed--and deeply inhaled, getting a whiff of sweat and deodorant. Manati turned his head as far as he could to get away from his captor, and he shivered as Kassam sniffed him possessively...then the tiger chuffed and lightly licked his ear, earning another shudder from the lion. Kassam chuckled.

"You see the toys in that cabinet, don't you?" he murmured into Manati's ear.

The lion gulped again and glanced at the display cabinet by the wall that Kassam was referring to. He hadn't taken a close look the first time, but now that he was staring at it longer...he could see dildos and butt plugs made out of silicone and glass, and wooden and leather paddles, clamps attached to chains, a collection of stainless steel rods, vibrators, masks, and...

"Put it together," Kassam encouraged, his voice low. "Think about where you are, and what I could want from you in here."

It took the lion another moment, but when he finally made the connection, Manati's heart caught in his throat.

"Are...are you gonna fuck me?" Manati ventured, his voice quivering.

Kassam smirked and lazily traced a finger over Manati's ear...then cheek...then jawline, and down to his chin, as if teasing him. He carelessly walked his fingers up from the lion's chin, over his lips and wide, flat nose, and up to his forehead, which he tapped--it was an act that clearly signaled he was in control, that Manati had no say in what Kassam could or couldn't do, that the lion was his to play with however he liked. "Oh, eventually, I'll get around to it," he replied casually. "I already cleaned you out for it while you were asleep."

"What?" the lion yelped.

"Oh yeah, your ass is clean as a whistle--tasty, too," Kassam boasted, licking his lips as he winked at Manati; the enema he'd given his sedated captive had worked well, leaving him completely empty. "But what I really want," the tiger continued as he straightened up, "is to make you my new pet project."

The lion frowned, dumbfounded. "W-what do you mean by that?"

Kassam smiled again. "Oh...you'll see soon enough," he snickered cryptically.

He condescendingly patted the side of Manati's face before he sauntered around behind the lion and grabbed the back of his chair. Without much effort at all, Kassam swiveled the chair around so Manati now faced the table and additional equipment the tiger had brought into the dungeon.

His mouth dry and his limbs trembling in his bonds, Manati watched Kassam stride over to his desk, where the tiger picked up the barber's clippers. Kassam walked back over to Manati, where he slowly waved the clippers in the lion's face.

"First thing's first: we need to get you properly prepared."

Before Manati could say a word, Kassam switched on the clippers.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

The droning buzz filled the dungeon, and Manati squeezed his eyes shut in terror when Kassam roughly pushed his head to the side and brought the clippers closer to his face...

"No-no-no-no--"

RRRRRZZZZZZZRRRRR.

Manati heard the blades chopping through fur as he felt the clippers glide down along his cheek and neck, and he realized that Kassam was shaving off his mane, methodically cutting off the proud ruff he'd spent so many years cultivating and braiding.

"Nooo, oh come on, pleeeeease," Manati whined, but Kassam coldly grinned back at him while the strip of cut fur fell away.

"No need to worry, I'm going to get you nice and smooth," Kassam chuffed as he raised the clippers for another pass. He dragged it down from Manati's jawline to the leather collar encircling the lion's thick neck, stripping away the layer of soft, tawny, braided fur like he was using a hot knife to slice off a mass of melted cheese. With his other hand, Kassam held Manati's face steady, his strong fingers clamping the lion's cheeks and preventing Manati from doing much more than whimpering wordlessly through his smushed lips.

Kassam took his time, running the clippers down in smooth, even passes along Manati's face and neck, then zipping back up to tidy up any spots he'd missed. As he worked, he mused, "Just look at all that fur...you know, if you didn't braid it like this, it'd be so soft and puffy, like a cloud. Part of me wishes I could just run my fingers through it."

Manati grumbled as Kassam pushed the clippers behind a set of braids, severing them from the rest of his fur.

"But a boy like you, it's best to keep you shaved," Kassam continued. "It makes cleaning you so much easier. Besides, only real male lions have their manes, and you're not gonna be one of those anymore. Not when I'm through with you." The tiger trailed off, contenting himself with humming and whistling--as if he were any other barber in a shop--while he easily clipped through Manati's mane. Manati, however, couldn't stop his shoulders from shaking; he gritted his teeth, but the despair was eating away at him with every pass of the clippers, and he limply let Kassam gradually tilt his head from one side to the other to get every last inch of his mane.

RRRRRZZZZZZZRRRRR.

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Braids and tufts of cut fur drifted downward, some of them landing on Manati's shoulders, pecs, and stomach, while the rest lightly dropped to the floor around the chair, forming clumps that Kassam casually stepped on while he circled Manati for better angles. The clippers glided across every inch from the top of his head and around his ears to the collar around the base of his neck, mowing down Manati's mane as if it were little more than overgrown grass--but to the once-proud lion, it had been so much more. It had been his way of expressing himself, his way of marking his growth over the years and accentuating his features even more. Now he'd have to start all over...if Kassam would let him.

For his part, Kassam felt his heart thumping hard in his chest--it had been too long since he'd degraded someone like this, stripping them of such an important physical attribute. He could feel his cock straining against his jockstrap under his gym shorts; he loved exerting this kind of power, this kind of control over such a weaker male. When was the last time he'd indulged himself like this? A few months? Kassam chuffed to himself, knowing that he was going to enjoy this lion to more than make up for lost time.

When the tiger finally shut off the clippers, a small mountain of tawny fur lay around Manati's bare feet. He then roughly brushed off the last stray hairs from Manati's head, face, and shoulders before he stepped back to survey his handiwork.

"There, that's much more appropriate for you, and looks so much better!" Kassam grinned--the lion in the chair, now completely defrocked, looked practically juvenile and diminished without his mane, and so much weaker and subservient than before. Yes, his burly physique was the same, but that extra layer of masculinity and self-confidence had been shaved off with his furred ruff; even though he still wore his underwear (his stomach hanging over his waistband), Manati looked profoundly naked in his seat, with no mane or pride to hide behind. What was more, by glumly slumping in his restraints, the lion's posture made it look like he was collapsing in on himself, a far cry from the indignance and fear he was displaying when he first woke up in his chair.

"Yeah, I definitely lucked out getting you for delivery," the tiger noted. "You're close to looking perfect already--we just have a few more adjustments to make you into a good little bitch." Manati hung his head even further in the strap wrapped around his forehead, and Kassam had to admit that he was impressed that the jock was already looking so defeated and broken after just losing his mane; the tiger's cock throbbed in anticipation as he imagined how his new pet project would look with the additional enhancements he was going to make.

Kassam sighed to himself, a satisfied hobbyist happy with his craft. "Well, let's get to it!" he said brightly.

Manati, through watery eyes, watched the tiger place the clippers on the table--without the droning buzz of the tool filling the room, a vacant, heavily pregnant silence pressed in on Manati's ears. He could hear every huffing breath he took, every footstep the tiger made, and the loud clanking of metal tapping against wood. He lifted his head slightly, trying to peer around Kassam's large, muscular form...and then, when Kassam turned around, Manati's stomach dropped when he saw a pair of forceps in one hand and a long, thick needle in the other.

Kassam approached with a devilish smile on his face, and he came to stand directly in front of the lion.

"Open your mouth, kid."

Manati, ears flat and tail twitching, shook his head and remained tight-lipped as he pushed his head back against the headrest.

"You can either open your mouth and make this easy on yourself, or I can open it for you the hard way," Kassam told him, his tone turning steely.

Manati's pulse pounded in his ears--he didn't know what "the hard way" would entail, but if the tiger wasn't above choking him out, sedating him, shaving him, and...doing whatever else he was going to do...there wasn't any point in making things harder on himself; he was trapped.

After a moment, the lion tentatively opened his mouth.

"Good boy," Kassam chuffed before he quickly plunged the forceps into Manati's maw, squeezed tightly on his wide tongue, and pulled it out as far as it could go.

"Aah!" Manati gagged at the sudden tension on his tongue. He could feel the forceps digging into the soft muscle, pressing in hard, and a tear welled up in the corner of his eye.

"Okay, nothing to this," Kassam told him reassuringly as he raised the hand that held the needle.

Manati's eyes widened in terror as he watched the tiger hold the needle just above his outstretched tongue; his struggles against his bonds started anew, but he didn't budge an inch, except for his head, which he couldn't move without ripping off his tongue, Kassam was clamping it so tightly in the forceps.

Kassam's eyes were focused on his target, but he instructed, "Take a deep breath for me."

Manati wanted to plead, to beg his captor not to go through with this; he'd already lost his mane, but a tongue piercing? But it was as if his body was recognizing that there was no way out, that this was happening whether he liked it or not--almost beyond his conscious control, Manati inhaled shakily.

"And oooouut..."

Manati clenched his fists and exhaled through his mouth just as the needle went down into his tongue, skewering the moist, velvety pad of muscle. "AaaaaAAAAAHHH!" His yowl of pain echoed around the dungeon.

"Yeeaah, there we go," Kassam chuckled as he released his grip with the forceps. "Ah, damn, that looks nice." The girthy needle stuck straight up out of Manati's tongue, preventing him from drawing it back into his mouth, and he watched the lion fight back tears and struggle in his seat; obviously, Manati had a low pain tolerance, which simply made the whole experience even more satisfying for Kassam.

"Ugh oo!" Manati yelled in an attempt to say "Fuck you"--the pain had shaken him out of the despair of losing his mane; now he was pissed.

But Kassam simply shook his head to himself before sardonically saying, "Stay right there, kid." The tiger quickly turned and grabbed the straight, silver barbell from his table, and within moments he slid it through the hole the needle had made and twisted the bottom bead into place, leaving Manati with a complete, brand new tongue piercing.

The lion immediately zipped his tongue back into his mouth as he stared daggers at the tiger, but Kassam paid him no mind, instead picking up the forceps again and a clean piercing needle. He approached Manati again, and this time, Kassam didn't ask the lion for a thing--instead, he grinned and shoved the open forceps into Manati's nostrils, clamping them tightly closed on his septum.

"Guuhh!" Manati grunted at the sensation of being pulled forward by his nose.

"Alright, you know the drill," Kassam told him, holding the piercing needle aloft and aligning it with his target, towards the tip of Manati's nose. "Deep breath in..."

"You motherfucker!" Manati managed to spit around his newly pierced tongue--but he still had to lean forward slightly against the strap around his forehead, thanks to Kassam dragging him into position by his nose.

"And oooout..."

"Guugggh!" the lion exhaled as the needle went through his septum--this time the pain was more of a blunt ache as the needle slid through the thin layer, although his eyes still watered and he felt like he needed to sneeze. As Kassam released the forceps, Manati scrunched his nose, trying to shake the feeling of the extra weight of the needle pulling down on his septum.

"What the fuck, asshole?!" Manati yelled.

"Nearly there," Kassam muttered to himself--he turned to the table again to pick up the silver captive bead ring, and before Manati knew it, the metal jewelry was dangling from his nose, locked in place while Kassam deposited the used needle on the table.

"There now, doesn't that look good on you!" Kassam chuffed, pleased with his progress. His eyes roamed hungrily over Manati's face and chest, imagining all the other piercings and modifications he could add--multiple earrings, bridges, nostril piercings, eyebrow studs and nipple piercings, lip rings and more...and those were just for above the waist! He'd wanted to get these two done first, before any others, just to make sure he'd enjoy the effect. While Manati's currently sour expression wouldn't be part of the future, the septum piercing and the tongue stud coupled with his denuded neck (save for his collar) were enough to make Kassam's heart hammer excitedly and his cock throb in his jockstrap.

"Fuck off," Manati panted tiredly from the pain in his tongue and the soreness in his nose. As he watched the tiger nonchalantly turn back to the table, he dully wondered why this had to happen to him? He'd just been having a normal day at work, delivering food on his weekend and earning some extra cash--why'd he have to deliver that fucking burger to this sick fucker who'd knocked him out, stripped him, shaved him, pierced him, was sporting an obvious hard-on under his gym shorts, and was now...approaching him with a handful of computer cables that ended in more needles? The lion's blood ran cold as Kassam stepped closer to him.

"Now we're going to start the real work," Kassam said wickedly, stepping around to the back of Manati's chair.

Manati tried his best to crane his neck to catch a glimpse of what Kassam was doing, but the strap around his forehead and the collar around his neck prevented him from moving more than a few centimeters. What the captive lion couldn't see--and what Kassam was about to take advantage of--was the fact that the back of his chair was really made of two pieces that were separated by a 4-inch space that perfectly framed his spine, from his sacrum to the base of his skull. What the lion also didn't know was that while he'd been unconscious, Kassam had already marked his spine at regular intervals and the base of his skull with small dots of black ink.

From the handful of needle-tipped cables he held, Kassam picked out one and knelt down behind the chair to align the thin spike with the target on Manati's mid-back.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Manati asked, trying to compensate for the swelling in his tongue thanks to his new piercing.

"Oh, nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about for much longer," Kassam said smoothly as he slid the needle--coated in a powerful agent that instantly blocked pain receptors on contact and promoted healing--into Manati's back, lodging it in the bundle of nerves in his spinal cord until the cable's plastic casing was flush with his skin.

"Whoa! Oh, fuck--are you...putting those needle things in me?! What the fuck for?!" While the lion couldn't register any pain from the needle penetrating his spine, Manati's body was still physically aware of an intruding foreign object--it felt like Kassam was poking his back with a blunt, thin finger.

"Like I said, nothing you need to worry about," Kassam replied, moving up half an inch to his next target and sticking in another needle.

"B-but...god damn, that feels weird." Manati shivered at the sensation.

"Yeah, it might feel that way at first," Kassam said as he slid another needle into the lion's spine, "but you'll get used to it. And then everything's going to feel really good for you." Kassam paused before he slotted in another needle. "You'll see. Trust me."

Manati grimaced, feeling the large septum piercing he'd received against his will graze against his top lip. "I don't know. After all the shit you've done," he said as Kassam plugged in three more needles, "you've made it pretty hard to trust you."

Kassam chuckled while he plunged another two needles into Manati's spinal cord.

"Unf--what's so funny?" Manati demanded.

The tiger shook his head, then slid one more needle into the lion's back, at the top of his spine. "Just that you think you've got a choice to trust me." Kassam then pushed a needle into the bottom right position of the triangle formation of dots he'd inked onto the base of Manati's skull.

"Uugh," Manati hissed softly at the sensation.

"See, that's the thing," Kassam said, sliding a second needle into the bottom left position of the small triangle. "You're not going to have a choice about anything by the time I'm finished with you." He finished by pushing the last needle into the top position, completing the triad. He sat back on his haunches for a moment. "Perfect," he mused, admiring the view; the column of cables protruded from Manati's back in a neat line, ending with the cluster at the base of the lion's skull; there was something almost aquatic about the finished look, as if Manati was part lion-fish with his exposed spines. Kassam smirked to himself at the irony--well, Manati had the "lion" part taken care of (although only technically, since he no longer had a mane).

"You're crazy, man," Manati said defiantly.

The tiger sauntered back around Manati, walking next to the cables that merged together into a single filament which ran back to the computer sitting on the table before Manati. Kassam patted Manati's head on his way to the table as he said, "Yeah, crazy for not doing this sooner." As he sat down behind the table and opened the program on his computer, he continued deviously, "I'm going to have some real fun with you, boy."

"I'm not doing jack shit for you," Manati scoffed while he glared at the tiger.

Kassam, now focused on the SlaveCoder application that had appeared on his laptop's screen, rolled his eyes. "Ah, that's what you think."

Manati's eyes narrowed to angry slits while he watched Kassam type on his keyboard, but he couldn't see that the tiger was entering the lion's biometric information, detailing the placement of the needles in his spine, directing the program to read his neural pathways, and selecting the encoding settings he needed. After a few minutes, a modal appeared on Kassam's screen: Ready to execute process?

Kassam selected Execute.

A spinner appeared with a message that read Subject entering standby mode.

Manati shuddered as an electric pulse ran up his spine--he clenched his fists as it felt like a surge of static blasted through his entire body, and then everything went dark. He slumped forward against his restraints, his fists loosened as his muscles went limp, and his eyelids fell shut; to the casual observer, it looked like the lion had merely fallen asleep, but Kassam, smiling at the sight, knew that there was even less brain activity happening inside Manati's head. It was as if he'd been given the strongest anesthetic gas--Manati was completely out. There wasn't even a shred of his subconscious left active; his body was operating on only its most basic level of function, simply pumping his heart and lungs to keep oxygen going to his brain. He had no awareness, no sense of self, not even a spark of mental energy; everything that made Manati himself had been flipped off like a switch, and the modal on the computer screen now read Standby mode active.

"Okay, let's get started," Kassam grinned--he cracked his knuckles before he picked up one of the USB drives and slotted it into the port on his laptop.

When the computer recognized the new device, Kassam navigated to the next step in SlaveCoder's conversion wizard: Personality Purge. Kassam selected the USB drive as the destination file before he scrolled through Manati's attributes and traits that the program had quantified as it read the lion's neural pathways--football, food, getting his parents' approval, his likes and dislikes, talents, memories and significant experiences, slightly below average intelligence; all organized into a neat folder structure. As Kassam kept scrolling down through the list, he saw that there was really nothing groundbreaking. Manati was just a basic jock, nothing special or exemplary. Well, he was going to be even less than that pretty soon.

Seeing nothing worth saving, Kassam navigated back up to the top of the window and clicked Select All, then selected Activate Purge.

This time a loading bar appeared on the screen, showing that Manati's personality files were being transferred over to the USB drive before they were completely erased from his brain. It took about ten minutes for the purge to finish, but eventually the progress bar reached 100%, and Kassam grinned when the modal appeared with the message Purge complete! You may remove your external device.

Kassam pulled out the USB drive, effectively pulling out Manati's identity with it. Everything that made the lion who he was--all of his aspirations, his memories, his subconscious desires, his emotional coping strategies--it was all written into the data bits on the USB drive, which Kassam held and contemplated.

"Hmm..." He hadn't decided what to do with the lion's identity yet; part of him wanted to take the drive out to his garage and just smash it to pieces with a hammer. Another idea that came to mind was putting it into his safe deposit box at the bank, where it could sit forever. He could encase the drive in resin, preserving it like a trophy, or he could make Manati wear the drive like a tag on his collar, with the lion never knowing just how close he was to his original identity--to Manati, it would be just a pretty trinket from his master.

Eventually, Kassam shrugged and simply placed the full USB drive back on the table, deciding he'd put it in his desk drawer upstairs for the time being. He didn't need to make a choice immediately, he had plenty of time to make up his mind. In the meantime, though, the tiger picked up the second USB drive, this one bearing a label that read "DRONE". He plugged the device into his computer and navigated to the next step in the conversion wizard: Upload Personality.

Kassam selected the new USB drive as the source folder; once the application finished reading the files, the tiger confirmed the attributes he'd written and selected Upload.

Uploading personality...

Kassam watched the progress bar under the message grow from 10%...to 25%...to 30% as the application copied the source files for new body chemistry, obedience, loyalty, speech patterns, and more, and transferred the copies over to Manati. The cables connecting the laptop to Manati's limp body carried the electrical signals needed to rewire his brain; the pulses from the needles in Manati's back fired along the nerves in the lion's spinal cord, with his own brainstem acting as the final conduit for the signals to enter and overwrite his gray matter.

As the progress bar eventually inched to 65%, Kassam looked up from his computer to Manati. The lion was still slumped over in his chair, breathing deeply; his large belly expanded and contracted over the waistband of his underwear, and the tiger could clearly see the outline of his captive's penis and testicles in the bulge of Manati's briefs. The lion looked so vulnerable, so weak, and helpless--Kassam snickered in delight at the view before he turned his attention back to the computer.

65% grew to 75%, then to 80%...90%...95%...97%...98%...99%...

Personality upload complete! You may now remove your external device.

Kassam unplugged the USB drive and set it aside while he moved to the next step: Customizations.

He scrolled through the list of custom options, noting that most of the defaults looked good, before he selected the fields he wanted to edit: Name, Cognitive Awareness, and Sensory Inputs. For Name, Kassam simply entered DRONE and confirmed the pronunciation--from now on, the lion would only ever respond to that name, would only ever associate himself with that name, and would believe that "Drone" was the only name he'd ever been born with.

For Cognitive Awareness, the tiger pushed the sliders to just above the extreme limit--Drone would have a far lower level of sentience than he had before, more akin to a goldfish. He'd have some sense of awareness of who he was, what he was, where he was, what was being done to him, and what he was doing, but nothing really beyond that. His existence would be simple, practically mindless; he wasn't a real lion--or person in general--anymore, what use could he possibly have for complex thought?

As for Sensory Inputs, Kassam worked through the sections for each of Drone's senses. Taste, touch and physical sensation, smell, hearing, sight--the tiger reconfigured everything to his specifications. Drone would feel the greatest pleasure at both the lightest touch and the harshest impact. Anything Drone would taste, he would instantly love, whether that was the finest filet mignon or a bowl of piss and gruel; Drone would be blind to any aromas except for the scents of his master and food. The lion would ignore just about anything he saw except for his master, the visual commands Kassam would give him, and anything Kassam told him to focus on; and while Drone could still hear nearly everything, he would be programmed to be aroused and ejaculate with just a verbal command. When Kassam checked over his work and made sure everything looked the way he wanted it to, he selected Confirm, and his new customizations were quickly uploaded into Drone's brain.

When the upload was complete, Kassam looked up from his computer and saw that Drone was sporting an obvious erection, making a prominent tent in his underwear; the lion was also lightly panting from arousal, and Kassam grinned smugly--even though Drone was still in standby mode, his body was autonomously reacting with pleasure to the bonds restraining him.

"Well, that's a much better look for you," the tiger mused.

He then grabbed the glass visor and two needle-tipped clamps before he stood from the table and approached Drone. Kassam hunched down in front of the lion and slid the first barbed needle into his left temple; the barbs both connected into Drone's nerves and prevented the needle from being pulled out, while the metal was also coated in a polymer that further cemented the device in Drone's connective tissue and promoted biomechanical integration. All that was left of the implant outside of Drone's temple was the clamp, making it look like he'd been given a stud piercing. Kassam then pushed the other implant into the lion's right temple, making sure it was level with the clamp on his left; when he was satisfied, he attached the glass visor, locking it into place with the clamps that connected into the small grooves in the visor's edges. When he was done, the lion was wearing the curved visor over his eyes as naturally as a pair of sunglasses.

Kassam returned to his computer and started the next step in SlaveCoder's conversion wizard: Additional Devices. He selected the visor model he'd used and watched the device pair wirelessly with Drone, then dismissed the Pairing Confirmed message. The only thing left to do was activate the lion, which Kassam did by selecting the button that read Finish and Activate Subject.

Drone sat up straight in his chair and looked directly at Kassam with a bemused smile on his face; his eyes were hidden from view under the visor, which had lit up green to show a running list of diagnostics and statuses as well as vital information, such as his heart rate, body temperature, and level of arousal. Directly over Drone's eyes, the visor displayed green slightly smiling face emojis.

"Drone? Can you hear me?"

"Yes, Master," the lion replied.

"What do you want to do?"

The emojis on the visor changed to grinning faces with big eyes as Drone cheerily answered, "Whatever you'd like to do, Master!"

"Good boy," Kassam chuffed as he closed the SlaveCoder application. "Did you have a nice nap?" he asked as he stood from the table and walked over to Drone.

"Yes, Sir." Drone's emojis changed into smiling faces with smiling eyes as he answered.

Kassam went to work pulling the needle-tipped cables out of Drone's back. Fortunately, the chemicals coating the needles enhanced his slave's natural healing factor, and the holes left behind by the small spikes quickly filled and faded as Kassam extracted the devices. When he was done pulling out the last needles from the base of Drone's skull, Kassam placed the cables back on the table and began releasing the lion from his restraints. While he unlocked the cuff around Drone's ankle, he noticed a rhythmic twitch within the lion's underwear.

"Did you like being locked up, Drone?" Kassam asked teasingly.

"Yes, Sir, it's one of my favorites," the lion replied.

"One of your favorites? What else do you like?" Kassam moved from his ankles to his calves.

"Just about everything," Drone answered amiably. "Although my absolute favorite is worshiping and pleasing you, Master."

"Very good, Drone. That's what I like to hear," Kassam growled approvingly, and the lion's chest fluttered at the affirmation. The tiger reached up and lightly scratched Drone's pecs as he said, "I think I'm going to have a little fun with you. Would you like that?"

Drone perked up, and the visor displayed starstruck emojis over the lion's eyes. "Yes, please, Sir!"

"Good boy. But you're gonna have to wait," Kassam said, unclasping the straps around Drone's torso. He then unfastened the locks keeping the lion's arms in place; Drone still wore the padded leather cuffs around his wrists, forearms, and biceps (as well as the ones around his ankles, calves, and thighs), but he was now free to move his limbs...provided Kassam gave him permission. But the tiger ordered, "Keep still, Drone," as he worked on the strap around the lion's forehead, and Drone remained motionless, save for his excited panting, his twitching tail, and his throbbing cock in his underwear.

After Kassam released the forehead strap and flipped open the hook attached to Drone's collar, he rubbed the top of the lion's now-bare head affectionately before he strode over to his large, metal work table. Humming to himself, Kassam pulled open one of the drawers and withdrew a pair of scissors, which he brought back to Drone. Looming in front of the lion with his scissors in hand, Kassam leaned over, sneaking his free fingers under the elastic waistband of the lion's blue briefs as he dipped the scissors downward.

"Let's give you a little more breathing room down here, hm?" Kassam asked suggestively--he saw that the visor displayed naughty wiggling faces over his eyes, and the tiger chuckled before he slid the tip of the scissors under the waistband. Drone's emojis shifted to hand-covered faces with eyes peeking through their fingers, and the tiger could see how the lion was doing his utmost to stay statue-still. "And we just cut..."

With a snip, the scissors sliced through the fabric, heading up towards the apex of the tent in Drone's briefs. Kassam pushed the scissors forward further under the polyester, resting the blunt underside of the cold metal blade on the head of the lion's cock as he held the shears open.

Sniiiiip.

Kassam took his time with the next cut, squeezing the open scissors closed and cutting through the briefs towards Drone's testicles, with the tip coming to rest just on top of the neck of the feline's plump scrotum. The lion's cock--a shaft of average length but just a few centimeters thicker than a seltzer can, and with all but the very tip of the broad, dark glans encased by the fleshy, pale envelope of foreskin--pushed past the two flaps of fabric that flimsily fell apart on either side of it. The girthy pole twitched and pulsed in the open air, rising like a squat tower from the lion's groin, and Kassam was sure it had seen its fair share of use in high school and college locker rooms. He chuckled to himself, knowing that his new drone would never plow another hole unless he commanded it.

"Well, look what we have here," he murmured, worming his finger into the opening of Drone's foreskin to press down on the tip of his erection. Kassam flexed his finger from side to side, wagging the stiff cock as he did so. "Seems someone is a little excited."

"I'm sorry, Master, I can't help it," Drone apologized; his cheeks flushed and the emojis over his eyes changed to pleading faces.

"Oh, you can't, huh? Why's that, I wonder?" Kassam mused, grinning. He pushed his digit further into the foreskin, sliding it over the blunt helmet of Drone's cockhead; he teasingly swirled his finger around the corona of Drone's glans, rubbing around the underside of it and earning a needy groan and subtle squirms from the lion--considering that Drone's sensory inputs had been configured so that the lightest touch brought him waves of pleasure, right now he was feeling a torrent of ecstasy from his master's fingering. Kassam chuckled as he pulled his finger up and pressed the tip of it down on the lips of Drone's urethra, where he felt a slick bead of fluid that had oozed out...then withdrew his digit from the lion's foreskin, pulling with it a thin strand of pre that stuck to his finger pad. "Is it because you're just a dumb, horny drone who wants to be used all day every day?"

"Ungh...yes, Sir."

Kassam raised his eyebrows, mocking a shocked expression. "It is? Well, can a dumb horny drone like you be trusted with a cock like this?" he asked, forming a ring with his finger and thumb around the base of Drone's erection and squeezing hard.

"Uungh! N-no, Sir!"

Kassam sighed theatrically, then released his grip. "I thought not. In that case, this isn't your dick any more." He paused for a moment, letting Drone recover from the sensation...before he roughly flicked the wide underside of the shaft.

"Ah!" Drone hissed as his stiff, throbbing meatpole bounced back against his stomach with a soft slap.

"So, whose cock is this?" Kassam asked, flicking the lion's erection again.

"Nng! Yours, Sir!" Drone winced.

"That's right. And what can I do with it?" Kassam flicked even harder this time.

"Nngf! A-anything you want, Sir!"

"That's right. And it's not just this cock that's mine," the tiger chuffed, taking up his scissors again. As Drone caught his breath and his cock settled back into place, Kassam snipped through his briefs again to fully expose the feline's large testicles. They dropped out of their fabric confines and lightly plopped onto the leather seat padding between Drone's spread thighs. "These balls are mine..."

Kassam made quick work of the rest of Drone's blue briefs, cutting them to ribbons and yanking them away until the lion was completely nude. He set the scissors aside and inserted a finger between Drone's legs, shoving it under his testicles and along the underside of his taint until he reached the lion's puckered rim, which he tapped on.

"This hole is mine..."

The tiger's eyes wandered upward, roaming over the enslaved lion who sat quivering before him. "Your entire body is mine," Kassam growled, to which Drone panted softly in reply while the emojis over his eyes changed to woozy faces, as if he was drunk on his master's words and display of dominance. "I can do whatever I want with you. You don't own this body--I do," he snarled, flashing his fangs in a pridefully predatory manner. "I can whore you out to hundreds of people, or I can keep you all to myself. I can make you into nothing more than a cock-hungry cum dumpster, or make you a breeding stud if I'm feeling generous."

Kassam raised his hand from Drone's pelvis and lazily traced it up the lion's groin, along his stomach, up his chest, and finally to his throat. He clasped the mane-less neck in his strong grip, clenching his fingers tightly enough to expose his claws and make Drone wheeze for air. "I could just snuff you out right here and now if I really wanted to." Drone held his head high, as if offering up even more of his neck for his master to throttle. "And a dumb, horny drone like you would be happy about it...wouldn't you."

"Y-yessir!" Drone gagged.

The tiger smirked...then released his slave's throat and patted his cheek while Drone caught his breath. "But I'm not going to do that to you just yet...no, I need to figure out what I'm going to do with this cock I own," Kassam rumbled, letting his hand drift back down to the lion's erection, which had never wavered, never flagged, and still stood up as stiff as a ship's mast. He smothered it in his large paw, curling his fingers around the fleshy column. "I suppose I could use it as my own personal dildo...or just use it to hang my keychain on. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Sir!"

Kassam tilted his head, gazing playfully at the lion's visor that showed smiling faces with hearts over his eyes. "Or do you think I should suck this cock I own, Drone?

"If you think it's worth sucking, Sir."

"Hmm," Kassam rumbled, now looking down at the turgid, pulsing shaft that throbbed needily in his grasp. At the base, it was surrounded by the lion's golden fur. "Well, since it's still attached to you...do you think I should lock it up so you can't use it unless I allow you to?"

"It's yours to control however you think is best, Master."

Kassam glared at the lion as he clenched the fleshy column in his fingers like a stress ball and twisted it hard to the side. "That's not an answer, Drone."

"Yes, Sir!" Drone groaned. "You...you should lock up this cock so I can't use it...unless you allow me to!"

The tiger grinned and relaxed his grip. "That's what I thought...although as much as I'd love to put you in chastity, I'm going to hold off on that for now. But don't touch this, alright? I have plans for it."

"Yes, Sir!"

Kassam straightened up as he released his hold on Drone's cock entirely. The tiger stepped away until he stood in the clear middle of the dungeon, and commanded, "Come here, Drone. Strip me."

The lion didn't hesitate. With starstruck emojis on his visor, the naked slave immediately hopped out of his chair and joined his master, where he first hooked his fingers under Kassam's tank top and pulled up. Kassam raised his arms to help, and in moments Drone tossed the garment aside. In an act of deference--of worship--Drone lightly grazed his hands over the built tiger's prominent pecs, tracing the indent of his sternum and down over the pronounced ridges of his abdomen and obliques before sinking his fingers into the waistband of Kassam's gym shorts. Kassam watched the lion sink to his knees as he tugged the shorts down to his ankles, revealing the bright magenta and blue jockstrap straining with the tension exerted by his own arousal. After Kassam stepped out of his shorts, Drone nuzzled into the jockstrap, taking a deep whiff of the tiger's musky groin...before he curled his fingers over the blue elastic waist strap and pulled down.

"Mmm," Kassam chuffed as his cock sprang out of the tight prison of his jockstrap. It bobbed in the open air while Drone also exposed his hefty balls were revealed, and Kassam closed his eyes and leaned his head back to bask in the pleasure of glorious freedom. He felt Drone slide his jockstrap further down his legs, and he obligingly stepped out of the underwear when it reached his ankles, leaving him completely nude and standing over his slave.

Kassam rested a hand on top of the lion's head and smiled arrogantly down at Drone as the boy settled up on his knees again--even though the emojis on the visor obscured the lion's eyes, Kassam knew that the former football player's gaze was completely vacant and unfocused. While he was still taking in visual data and responding to stimuli on a basic level, it was in a disconnected, brainless fashion; after the harsh process of having his entire identity rewritten, Drone simply didn't have the mental capacity to consciously look with his eyes and react to individual events. That was where the visor helped; outwardly, it communicated visual emotional responses, while inwardly it supplied interpreted commands based on sensory data and guided Drone's vision to concentrate on what was important--in this case, Kassam's erection, all eight inches of which (along with his full and heavy testicles, adorned by their three hafada piercings which formed a scrotal ladder) hung directly in front of his face.

"Suck me, Drone."

Drone, with drooling face emojis now displaying over his eyes, leaned in, his mouth open wide, and breathed heavily over the sensitive shaft as he sank his muzzle around it. Kassam groaned softly at the warm, moist breath that tickled his skin a second before the velvet-soft tongue curled up to cradle the underside of his cock. The long, thick pole slid over Drone's palate, gliding to the back of his throat, where Drone paused and began to suckle, sliding his tongue over the hot flesh and coating it with saliva.

"Oh yeah...that's the way," Kassam murmured, lightly scratching the top of Drone's scalp. His striped tail flicked from side to side as Drone buried his nose in his crotch; the lion opened his throat to admit the head of his cock while his tongue undulated beneath the prominent underside of his erection. "Give me a good spit shine...I want some lube for what I'm going to do to you."

Drone moaned and obediently swirled his tongue around Kassam's cock, slathering it in drool before he slid his head backwards, all the way to the tip of the tiger's glans that glistened with his saliva, which he wetly kissed. Kassam grinned down at his slave, proud of the fact that he looked so focused and at peace smooching his cock with his soft, juicy lips. This was just one of the many places where the lion belonged: on his knees, docilely servicing his master's manhood. There was no need for the lion--whatever his name was before--to go to college, to earn money, to search for personal meaning, or to have an identity. There was no need for him to be a real person, to be a real lion--he was just a tool to be used to satisfy Kassam's every whim. Being in this position (and so many others that the large feline was perfectly suited for) was all that the ex-college-jock-and-delivery-driver-turned-slave was good for. This was what the lion was meant to be his whole life: nothing more than a warm, eager hole to be filled, a toy to be ridden and smacked around, and a mobile lubrication station.

Drone began bobbing his head back and forth, dragging his lips up along the hot, pulsating shaft and pushing them down over the subtle textures of Kassam's cock as he lightly squeezed his jaws together, creating a tantalizing ring of pressure around the tiger's dick. On every downward swing, Drone would push his nose into his master's crotch and press his chin against Kassam's balls while the tiger's cockhead spread his throat open. On every upward pull, Drone would be sure to suckle extra hard on Kassam's glans, making them flare slightly as the tiger's stiff arousal hardened again and again. All the while, he kept sucking inward and languidly wagged his wide, dextrous tongue from side to side, brushing the wet muscle against the cleft of Kassam's subincision as he did so.

"Mm, yeah, get your tongue in there more," Kassam instructed with a huff.

Drone did as he was told, pressing his tongue into the widened crevice of the tiger's subincision, which extended a quarter of the way down his master's cock. His tongue wetly squelched and squeezed into the tight space, where he tasted the semi-salty and semi-sweet traces of pre mixed with the remnants of urine, all overlaid with the rich flavor of Kassam's musk. The lion wriggled his tongue like a long, broad worm, tickling the exposed inner flesh of his master's urethra as he dug the tip in deeper, pushing it below the lower rim of Kassam's wide slit. At the same time, Drone kept up the vacuum pressure in his mouth, sucking and slurping on the long, thick shaft that filled his muzzle and teasing his master to the best of his newly-programmed abilities.

"Mmmm...just like that. Fuck, I'm glad I made you into an expert cocksucker," Kassam mused loftily, cupping the lion's cheek.

The tiger let his slave continue servicing him for a few more minutes. It took Kassam a lot of self-restraint not to simply clutch the lion's head in his hands and start thrusting hard enough to make his balls slap against Drone's chin. While he still had a ways to go to getting even close to orgasming, Kassam knew that if he let his slave continue bobbing his head up and down along his length like this, he'd be driven to the edge eventually. And he didn't want that just yet--there were other parts of the lion he wanted to fill first.

"Alright, that's enough for now, Drone," he finally commanded, patting the boy's head.

Drone (whose visor now displayed smiling faces with their tongues out over his eyes) released his cock from his mouth with a wet pop--it shone wetly under the ceiling lights, and a couple thin strands of saliva still connected the tiger's cockhead to the lion's drool-sodden lips.

"Hop up on that table on your back, legs up."

The lion complied immediately, rising to his feet and striding over to Kassam's large, metal work table. He pulled himself up onto it as Kassam made his way to the table, and by the time the tiger reached him, Drone was on his back and holding his legs up in the air with his ass and tail hanging over the table's ledge. His cock jutted up like a girthy rocket between his legs, while his testicles hung down over his taint, above Kassam's target: the wrinkled, dark ring of his tight ass.

Kassam grinned as he sidled into position between Drone's legs. "Now that looks like a hole that needs to be opened. Should I do that for you, Drone?"

"Yes please, Sir!" Drone's visor showed starstruck emojis again, conveying his excitement, and Kassam could see his anus loosening ever so slightly, as if begging to be penetrated.

The tiger chuckled while he took aim, pressing the tip of his spit-lubed cock against the rim of his slave's ass. He could feel it winking under him, the muscles clenching and relaxing in anticipation. Kassam took hold of Drone's right leg with his left hand while he used his right hand to help force the head of his cock inside the narrow orifice.

"Oooh...right there," Kassam hissed as he popped inside. While his cock was still liberally coated in Drone's drool, it wasn't as smooth as if he'd been using real lube--but the friction was exactly what he wanted. He wanted to break in his new slave's ass by going rough and raw, to feel the young lion's innards clinging to him on every thrust. And that's exactly what they did as he shoved forward enough to hilt himself completely inside Drone.

"Ungh!" Both Kassam and Drone's groans of abject pleasure mixed together as master filled slave for the first time. In fact, Kassam wouldn't have been surprised that this was the lion's first time taking anything more than a finger up his ass--in his past life, the college jock was a virgin, and only now that he'd been converted into a drone was his cherry getting popped. If only he were still aware of a concept like "virginity"; now, he was just a hole to be filled.

Drone, showing pleased, cross-eyed emojis on his visor, leaned his head back while Kassam stood still, taking in the sensations of the hole that enveloped his cock. The warm tunnel of flesh was wrapped tightly around his shaft in a vise-like hug, squeezing on him like the tightest, most delightfully textured condom he'd ever worn (if he'd ever worn condoms in the first place). The saliva coating had smeared onto the inner lining of Drone's rectum, providing just the right amount of lubrication for Kassam to slowly twist his cock from side to side, feeling the fleshy ridges tug and slip against his sensitive skin. The heat that smothered him was like a steam room, heavy and compressing, and Drone's sphincter sporadically clenched hard around him, squeezing him almost encouragingly.

"Oh, fuck yeah," Kassam growled, now holding onto both of Drone's thighs and renewing his grip for the right leverage. He slowly pulled out halfway, drawing out the lips of Drone's ass along his shaft as he did so, before--

Smack!

He thrust back in with enough force for his hips to clap against Drone's glutes, and his balls swung against the lion's exposed rump. Kassam chuffed; it was like he was shoving himself into a tight glove, and Drone arched his back up from the table to open himself up even more. Pleased that his slave was actively participating in being the perfect hole for him, Kassam drew back and thrust in again, and again, and again...his tempo increased as he hunched over, supporting himself with Drone's legs while his hips and balls slapped against the lion's rear.

Soon the dungeon was filled with the heavy plap-lap-lap-lap of bodies making contact with each other. Drone bounced back and forth on the smooth, polished metal of Kassam's work table as his master's thick cock roughly slid in and out of his hole, while the lion's own turgid erection waved from side to side with Kassam's humping.

"Yeah, you liking that, Drone? You like how I'm spreading open that hole?" Kassam grunted as he continued thrusting.

"Ungh...ungh...yes...Sir!" Drone managed to gasp out.

"Fuck yeah...you're so tight...I'm going to work you open even more later...just you wait. I'm gonna split you open real good," Kassam boasted. Sweat formed on his brow as he kept up the pace, fucking the lion under him as hard as he could, hilting himself within the tight tunnel on every inward shove. He readjusted his footing while he stuffed his cock into Drone's ass, which felt like it was desperately clutching his girth, trying to keep him inside for as long as possible before he pulled out again. "But god damn...that's a perfect cunt," Kassam growled as he plunged back in and drew out...plunged back in and drew out... "So glad I own this ass, I could spend all day fucking it...you'd like that, wouldn't you, Drone?"

Drone nodded, panting. "Yes...please, Sir," he groaned over the loud plap-lap-lap-lap of Kassam's hips and balls slapping against him and the glrk-glrk-glrk-glrk of thick tiger cock sliding roughly in and out of his hole.

Kassam smirked while he kept fucking, clenching his fingers on Drone's thighs. "Yeah, you want that? Tell me, Drone...what do you want?"

"I...I want you to fuck me...all day, every day! I want to get...pumped full of your cum...if you think I've earned it. Pleeease, Master," Drone implored--the emojis on his visor showed woozy faces over his eyes as he lost himself even further to the pleasure wracking his body. Tremors ran through his stomach and chest as he huffed rapidly, and his legs quivered as he continued to hold them up for his master, keeping his large paws at rest on Kassam's shoulders.

"Do you want that...or do you need it, Drone?" Kassam prompted with a sadistic grin.

"I NEED it, Master!" Drone practically wailed, his voice echoing in the dungeon. "I need to be filled...I need a real man's cock in me...day and night. I...I need...so much cum...so much cock...all those loads...belong in me..."

The tiger's toothy grin grew even wider, and his cock throbbed even harder as he kept forcing it in and out of Drone's ass--he loved hearing how broken and how absolutely cock-hungry his slave was. Just a few hours ago, the lion never would have even considered saying those words, but now thanks to his reprogramming, he was the perfect slave. "Yeah they do," Kassam huffed. "You're going to be...a good slut...unf-unf-unf! You're MY good slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir! I love--ungh!--being your good slut! That's all I'm good for."

"Damn right it is."

Kassam growled and rumbled satisfactorily as he kept plowing his slave mercilessly. Drone's innards stretched and tugged like warm taffy along his cock as the lion's saliva dissipated--Kassam hissed as his cock rubbed roughly over the small ridges and valleys of Drone's guts, it was as if he was pulling them out and stuffing them back in with every thrust. And he didn't let up at all, instead brutally fucking his slave. He lost track of how long he spent animalistically humping the lion in front of him like he was nothing more than a simple object to be penetrated and filled, and then tossed aside to be cleaned up later.

Eventually, he could feel himself ramping up, starting to draw closer to the home stretch that would end in an explosion of ecstasy...but Kassam chuffed to himself. He didn't want to go for a mad dash to the finish, not yet. There was still more fun to be had.

His mind made up, he violently yanked himself out of the battered and damaged hole. Kassam panted as he glanced down for a quick peak, where he saw Drone's anus show the abuse it had taken; the rim, once a neatly wrinkled little star that hid the tunnel behind it, was now a puffy and swollen wreck. Drone's gape revealed a dark, reddish cavern that dripped in a mix of old spit and pre, and the lips of his anus pushed outward at the swollen ring of loose muscle--the entire sight looked like a slick, perverted doughnut.

"Ah, yeah, that's a good start," Kassam said gruffly, using his knuckles to rap on the exposed hole like a door; Drone instinctively clenched at the stimulation, but it was little more than a pathetic muscle spasm. "There's gonna be more...don't you worry. But now..."

Kassam clambered up onto the work table and directed Drone to reposition himself--soon the lion was flat on his back on top of the metal surface, with his legs extended, while Kassam, facing Drone's feet, crouched down and settled himself to sit on top of his slave's face.

"Mmm, that's the spot," the tiger moaned as Drone--who held his cheeks apart with his hands while supporting his master's weight in his palms--buried his muzzle in his ass.

The lion licked and slurped the musky orifice, as well as Kassam's taint and the backside of his balls. The pungent and intoxicating aroma flooded Drone's nostrils, making his cock throb hard.

"Good, Drone...make out with my ass," Kassam practically purred as he stroked himself and fingered his subincision.

His slave did just that, pressing his lips to Kassam's pucker, slipping his tongue inside to taste Kassam's insides and slather them with more spit. Drone groaned euphorically as he squeezed the tiger's cheeks together over his face--he struggled for air, but it was such a heavenly position to be in. His tongue darted in and out of the rapidly loosening hole, and he used his dextrous, moist muscle to pull the sphincter open further like a ring of chewing gum. His steamy breath puffed out over the backside of Kassam's scrotum, warming his testicles and encouraging them to hang even lower, and Drone alternated squeezing the tiger's cheeks, as if kneading dough.

Kassam leaned his head back and sighed, pleased that the lion was taking to his task so naturally and with so much enthusiasm; Drone's expert rimming was opening him up even better than he'd imagined. The tongue stud he'd given the lion rolled smoothly over his insides, adding another layer of sensation to the professional rimjob he was receiving. He really had to hand it to his friend who had developed that SlaveCoder application for him to test out, it had worked like a charm.

However, as much as he was enjoying getting mindlessly eaten out by his new slave, Kassam felt he'd been prepped well enough, and he was ready for the finisher.

"That's enough, Drone," Kassam ordered as he stood up again, and Drone (whose cheeks were smeared in his own saliva) smacked his lips for the last tastes of his master's ass. The tiger turned around and positioned himself over his slave's groin, straddling either side of his body as he crouched down...until he felt the foreskin-covered tip of Drone's erection poking at his back door.

But Kassam didn't allow himself to sink any lower--not yet. Instead, with his tail twitching and Drone's cock grazing against his relaxed and spit-glazed hole, Kassam glared pointedly at the lion's visor, which displayed astonished face emojis over his eyes.

"Whose cock is this?" Kassam prompted.

"Yours, Sir," Drone answered immediately.

"That's right. And who chooses how it gets used?"

"You do, Sir."

Kassam grinned and sank down on his haunches, his hole welcoming in and easily swallowing the lion's thick, average-length pole until his ass rested on top of Drone's groin. He clenched his ass around the cock within, and the emojis on Drone's visor changed to starstruck faces. "And I want," Kassam started, raising himself up again until the lion's cock was halfway out of him, "to ride you for a while." He slammed his pelvis back down, devouring Drone's cock in his ass and earning a groan from the lion.

The tiger raised himself up again, then sank back down...again...and again, and again, increasing his speed until he began consistently and quickly riding the lion under him. This time Drone moaned and shuddered with every downward thrust, in awe that his master would choose to pleasure himself with his cock, and at the same time overwhelmed by the warm hole gripping his erection. The friction from Kassam's grinding slid his foreskin up and down tightly over his glans, making him leak pre like a hose into his master's ass. Kassam, meanwhile, snarled and growled down at his slave--Drone's cock pressed up against his prostate, stimulating him even more.

As much as Kassam had enjoyed brutally fucking Drone's ass and breaking him in, there was just something about using the lion like this that added an extra layer of ecstasy--Drone, who merely lay there beneath him, wasn't in control here at all; Kassam had all the power. Sure, he had power when he ordered Drone to suck him and lube him up, when he plowed the lion without remorse, and when he commanded the boy to eat him out. But this--taking full advantage of Drone and making the lion penetrate him--was the cherry on top of it all. And it didn't take long for the familiar heat and pressure to begin rising in his loins. Kassam watched Drone haughtily, taking in the view as he worked himself up more and more.

"Sometimes...I might have you fuck me...or someone else...like this," Kassam grunted as he continued riding the lion, indulging himself just a little further. "Although you won't really be fucking."

"N-no, Sir," Drone gasped out.

"Noooo, you're just a toy being used for my pleasure," Kassam growled--he sounded like a motorcycle engine rumbling and revving. "Fucking implies intention...motivation...and toys like you don't have that...you're just a dumb horny drone...you don't get to cum without my say-so...and you don't get to cum inside unless I tell you to. Who's in control here?"

"You are, Master."

"Fucking say it, Drone," Kassam spat out through his clenched teeth. He was getting close, so close. "Stroke your master's cock and say it."

"You're...you're in control, Master," Drone replied, breathless, as he reached forward to cup Kassam's balls with one hand and quickly stroke the tiger's girthy length with his other. His warm palm slid under Kassam's subincision, squeezing it tightly, while his finger pads teased over the top of the broad shaft. "You own every part of me...every inch of me...is all yours!"

"Fuck...fuuuuuUUUGGGHHH!" Kassam roared as he slammed himself down onto Drone's pelvis and clenched hard around the cock in his ass before he shot an enormous, viscous rope of cum over the lion's golden-furred chest. It landed with a splatter before another spurt immediately joined it...and another, which trailed down to Drone's stomach...and another...and another that filled the lion's belly button...His cock spasmed in Drone's hand and his mind went awash with hormones as he rode through his orgasm, all while firing salvo after salvo of hot, sticky semen onto Drone's rapidly rising and falling pectorals, sternum, and abdomen, liberally painting the beautiful gold fur with streaks and splashes of translucent white. Eventually the flow slowed to an ooze, which leaked out onto Drone's hand (still holding his master's cock).

"Aaaah fuuuuck," Kassam panted as he caught his breath. He held still for a few minutes, simply sitting on top of Drone as he recovered. While he came back down from his high, the lion merely lay there, continuing to support his master like a large cushion while his cock stayed in the tiger's ass...until Kassam eventually lifted himself up, releasing Drone's still-erect cock from his depths. He grinned as he loomed over Drone, surveying the damage he'd done. "Guess I marked you pretty good, huh, Drone?"

"Yes...yes, Sir," the lion gasped--as tired as he was, his visor showed smiling faces with hearts over his eyes.

"Means you really are all mine now," Kassam chuffed as he clambered off of the table. He stretched as he looked at Drone, still lying flat on his back, then grinned. "Best thing I ordered for delivery," he chuckled. The tiger shook his head to himself, and then strode over to his display cabinet. "Well, now that we got that out of the way...I think it's time I customize you even more. There's only so much I could do with that computer program."

Drone lifted his head to watch Kassam busy himself with the display cabinet. When the tiger turned around, the lion saw that Kassam held a massive horse dildo in his hands.

"Alright, Drone, let's get you opened up even more."

The lion's cock throbbed hard, his hole quivered, and the emojis on Drone's visor changed to starstruck faces again.