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Mavi awoke the next morning feeling... Different. A normal Saturday morning would be spent lounging in bed and playing with his morning wood. This morning he was laid on his bed, still dressed in his leathers. A nagging feeling ravaged his body. He wanted a cigar. This posed a problem as the tobacco ban had made getting a cigar no longer the trivial act of popping to the local tobacconist to stock up on some supplies. However by doing other things, like getting undressed and having a refreshing shower, he was able to keep the cravings somewhat under control.

By the time midday had come and gone the lion had gotten fully dressed, cleaned his entire home, eaten a much larger breakfast than normal, caught up on all his social emails and messengers, and was now wondering what to do next. Every pause he had, the urge to smoke returned. He kept glancing at the clock, counting down the hours until The Outlands would open again and he could get his next cigar. Or maybe even a pipe if he was lucky. He gave a resigned sigh as he sat down on his sofa and turned the television on. The realisation had hit him. He was addicted to smoking.

What should have been a depressing moment of self realisation and reflection on what he was doing with his life instead took a very different turn. Usually by this part of the day he would have jacked off at least once, but until now his erection had been absent. Realising his addiction, however, had jump started his libido. He cast his mind back to the night before. His mind's eye showed him the memory of how he would watch himself in the mirror, a cigar in his maw, smoke in his lungs. It was a very erotic memory for him and his cock was now practically begging for release. His paw went to free the peen when another memory drifted through his brain.

"Good lions don't self pleasure."

As if someone else was controlling him, his paw moved away again. The image in his mind did not go away. He then imagined himself balls deep in some hot otter, or even a fox. Ploughing away while cigar smoke exploded from his face like he had become a steam locomotive. This nearly caused his erection to tear through his jeans. Within a few seconds he was able to free it from its confines. He was not after self pleasure, this time he was after photos.

After half an hour of no responses to his messages on the hook up app he gave things up as a lost cause. The early afternoon was still just too early for most folks to be up, about, and needing to be railed. He had hoped the photos of his raging shaft would have prompted more than a few thumbs up and some lewd comments from beasts far too far away to serve his immediate desires. With the need to fill his body with more cigar smoke clawing away at every fibre of his being, Mavi retreated back to his bedroom and flopped onto his bed to try to sleep before The Outlands opened.

It was a restless and fitful afternoon nap, but it passed the time until dinner. A larger meal paused the cravings to smoke for a short while but soon the urge for the post-food cigar hit. It was a powerful need that made Mavi almost scream in denied frustration. One quick shower later and soon he was packing his leather into a bag and getting ready to head to the club. This time he opted to take his leather chaps to go with his jockstrap. Much easier access for when the going got fun. This time he would not be alone with Tap in the smoking room, and with any luck he could put all that big, strong lion training into practice.

Arriving just as opening time came round, Mavi almost dove into the changing room to get himself dressed into his leathers. A shaking paw managed to feed his payment card into the slot and the wristband was released again. With the need to smoke raging through him, he adjusted his leather harness for comfort, checked his jock, and entered the main room.

The opulent room opened up to him again, staffed only by a single hyena at the bar, giving the counter a quick wipe down. The barman looked up and locked eyes with Mavi for a moment before leaning under the bar. A moment or two later the familiar face of Tap appeared from the door behind the stage. He fixed the lion with his piercing eyes and trademark wide smile.

"Ahhh, Mavi," he said, opening his arms wide to greet his customer as he stepped from the stage and onto the main floor. "So good to see you again. I hope you had a good time yesterday." The hyena closed the distance between them and draped an arm over the lion's shoulders, taking the opportunity to give the jock covered bulge a quick grope with his free paw. Mavi gave a low growl of arousal and approval. It felt nice to be back in Tap's company.

"It was an experience I won't forget in a hurry" the lion admitted, trying to get Tap to guide him towards the smoking room. "Since waking up I have been going crazy for another cigar." He noticed that despite his attempts at movement, the pair had stayed by the door. Tap removed his arm and faced the lion.

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit longer yet," the hyena said. His face appeared so filled with remorse that the stab of frustrated rage that flashed up inside Mavi was quelled in an instant. "The smoking room has been booked for a private party tonight. A group of tops wanting to, and I quote, go to town on a piece of meat."

"And I guess they wouldn't want to share with another top," the feline muttered, feeling terrible and needy.

"It is a private party, after all," Tap's tone was gentle yet firm. Crashing the party was not going to be an option.

"Is there nothing that can be done?" Mavi realised how desperate his voice sounded, but he was beyond caring. The craving was eating away at him and the want to inhale the smoke into his lungs was now a burning need. "I don't know how much longer I can go."

"Well, there might be one thing," Tap pondered out loud, rubbing his chin and looking the lion before him up and down. "I mean, it shouldn't be a problem for a big strong lion such as yourself." He looked Mavi in the eye as he spoke, in that tone that was almost impossible to resist. "We are supposed to be supplying the so-called meat, and your choice of attire is perfect."

"You want me, a top, to bottom for the night?" Mavi was a little taken aback. This was not part of his plan. He was meant to be getting tail, not being the tail. "I mean, I've been taken by a few males in my time but it's not exactly something I do as a regular thing, and even then I topped them first."

"So you'll be nice and tight," it was more of a thought mentioned out loud but it was enough to tell that he was giving the idea some serious thought. "I mean, if you would volunteer for the role, I'm sure we can keep you well stocked with cigars whenever your mouth isn't preoccupied. On the house of course."

"Well," Mavi was not sure about this idea, but with every fibre of his being screaming at him, demanding that he get some cigar smoke into his lungs right now, his mouth was guided by the addiction more than his common sense. "If there's an offer of free cigars on the table," he paused as his brain attempted to regain control, but it was not successful. "I guess I could do it." The words left his lips and he watched Tap's eyes light up with delight.

"Excellent," the hyena said with his widest and most assuring smile. He gave Mavi's bulge another cheeky grope. "It's wonderful that a big, strong lion such as yourself can be so generous." He took the key to the smoking room out from his pocket and walked the lion over to the door. "Let's get you in position and then get a nice fat cigar into that muzzle of yours. How does that sound?"

"Like I made the right decision," Mavi replied as entry to the room of his desire was granted. The sweet delicious scents of the many different types of tobacco was the first thing to hit the lion's senses. Then the new addition to the room caught his eye. The comfortable chairs and sofas had been moved to the edge of the room and a new centrepiece was installed. A large and very expensive looking wooden bench dominated the space. It was as tall as Mavi's waist and had a padded top, with padded rests half-way up the sides at the front and back. Many large leather straps decorated each of the padded areas. Each strap featured a lockable buckle. It looked like whomever would be laid on the bench would be very well restrained and very exposed.

"Impressive, isn't it?" Tap laughed. Mavi had to nod in agreement. "Custom made by our in-house team of expert bondage furniture builders. Well, they make normal furniture, but they do love the chance to make some more entertaining pieces. They built all the chairs, tables, and sofas in the club, as well as all the items in the other rooms." He gave Mavi a wink and invited him to climb aboard the bench with a wave of his arm. "You'll probably find out all about them at some point. For now, let's get you all strapped in and ready."

The large feline was a bit uneasy as he climbed onto the padded bench. He found his chest fit on the top, with his legs ending up kneeling on the side rests at the back and, and his arms were quite comfortable from his elbow to his wrists on the rests at the front. His rump was high and proud, easily accessible thanks to the jock and chaps combo he was wearing. A tightness formed around his torso as Tap got to work on the straps. Four on his body, and two on each limb. Before long the lion was testing his restraints and found he could not move beyond a pathetic small wriggle. He was trapped.

"Now," said Tap as he walked over to the humidors, "let's get you a cigar shall we?" He spent a moment looking over some of them, making small muttering noises. From his position on the bench, Mavi had a good view of what the hyena was up to. After a moment, Tap went behind the counter and seemed to press a hidden button. He then pulled a small microphone out from somewhere. "Send Timmerman into the smoking room please," he ordered. The hyena's front was illuminated by a green light for a moment which seemed to prompt him to put the microphone away. A few moments later there was a knock at the door before it was opened and a new voice called out.

"You called Tap?" The voice was kind but gruff. It sounded like it came from another hyena.

"Yea," came the reply as Tap ducked behind the counter. "How long would it take you to attach a gauge 80 converter to a full length free standing mirror, Tim? I've got an idea for tonight's party." His voice was a little muffled by the wooden barricade between him and his conversation partner.

"About as long as it would take me to screw the bracket into the frame," Tim answered with a chuckle. "Front, back, or side?"

"Front please," Tap replied. "About waist height."

"Consider it done, I'll have the mirror wheeled in before you know it." Without even waiting for a thank you, the sound of the door closing echoed through the room. Tap reappeared from behind the counter. He was holding a rather large looking ring gag and a strange bulb shaped lump of rubber with two hoses coming from it. One of the hoses seemed quite long, while the other was much thinner, shorter, and ended in another bulb.

"I'm sorry for making you wait a little bit longer for a smoke," the hyena said as he approached his captive. "But I'm sure you're going to love this. Open wide please." Mavi complied, almost as if he had no choice. It felt like whenever Tap spoke to him, any instructions just had to be obeyed. Before he knew it, Mavi was biting down on the ring gag. It kept his mouth open enough to be effectively gagged, but not so much that it caused too much discomfort. The weird bulb shaped item was then slotted through the ring with the smaller bulb given a few squeezes. At once the bulb in the lion's mouth started to inflate and did not stop inflating until it filled the remaining space in his mouth. To finish things off, a strap of leather with another locking buckle was closed around his open muzzle to stop him opening it any further. The lion tried to move his mouth but it was filled and shut firm. He could make noises in his throat, but speech was a distant memory at this point. Breathing was still easy, as the bulb filling his maw was hollow and it became obvious that the longer tube could be used to restrict his air supply should someone wish to do so. His nostrils were still clear, however, so he was not worried about breathing.

As Mavi was getting used to having his jaw stretched a little, Tap was preparing a very large looking cigar. It was the fattest cigar the lion had seen and he was sure that it would take a rather long time to smoke. It was much larger than his air tube so he was not sure how he was meant to be filling his body with smoke and nicotine. Getting prepared for the party had distracted him from his cravings but now he was salivating looking at the thick tobacco stick. Another knock at the door distracted him from his thoughts. It opened again and the gruff voice of Timmerman called through it.

"Delivery," he called. The sound of casters being pushed through plush carpet entered Mavi's ears and soon a short but rather stocky hyena wearing nothing but a large suede tool belt and a wide grin entered his field of vision. He was pushing a large mirror in an ornate wooden frame. On the right side of the frame, about the same height as Mavi's face, was a small loop of metal screwed into the frame with a strange rubber stopper in it. The purpose of this odd device was made very clear when Tim plugged the breathing hose into the bottom while Tap wrestled the enormous cigar into the top of it.

Without warning the lion found it became a lot more difficult to breathe through his mouth. Every breath tasted of cigar scent and it made his fur tingle with anticipation of the light. Tap and Tim man-handled the mirror into position in front of the captive feline so he could see himself and his predicament. He had never seen himself look so submissive; tied down and gagged like the piece of meat he was to be. He got to watch Tim produce a bag of small padlocks as if from nowhere as the stocky hyena secured every single one of the buckles with a padlock. The next thing he knew, hot smoke was filling his lungs, as Tap had taken his lighter out and was introducing the flame to the tip of the cigar. It was the greatest thing his body had ever experienced and any concerns he had about his situation were forgotten in a heartbeat. He had waited all day for this and the wait had been completely worth it.

"He looks like he's enjoying that," Tim laughed as he took a very small strip of leather and wrapped it around the end of Mavi's tail, just before the large tuft of hair at the tip. His tail was then pulled back and locked with another padlock to the buckle of his gag, locking that in place as well. Try as he might, Mavi could no longer lower his tail to protect his now very exposed anus.

"Oh yes," Tap replied as he ensured the cigar was properly lit. "He has come on rather well from being a non-smoker when he arrived here yesterday. Do you want to take him for a ride? I'm sure he'd appreciate a little bit of loosening up before his starring role at the party happens."

"I thought you'd never ask," Tim said, giving the bound lion a very hungry look. "But the only thing sexier than this trussed up lion is consent. Give me a nice blast of smoke from your nose if you want this in you." He stood in front of Mavi and slid his tool belt around to reveal the tool he would be using. Mavi looked it over. It was not the largest he had ever seen, though it was quite girthy. The most unusual feature was a knot sat at the base. It seemed Tim was not a purebred hyena, and the idea of feeling it push inside was a little bit of a worry. Still, he had come this far and he suspected this warm up would be a lot more gentle than the party would be. With enough of a nod to make the padlock on his muzzle strap jingle, the lion blew some smoke and waited for the fun to begin.

Producing a bottle of lube from his belt, the stocky hyena greased himself up, before playing with the lion's exposed tail hole with his lubed fingers. Not quite enough to insert them, but they pushed against the sphincter. The lion's butt twitched in response to the teasing. With a skill Mavi had never felt before, a fat hyena penis replaced the fingers and started to push inside. From his position in front of the mirror, the lion could not see exactly what was going on but he could feel every bit of it. The push was not forceful, but it was firm enough to ease the defences open until the tip slipped inside. Controlling his breathing and concentrating on relaxing his muscles, Mavi opened up and allowed the next inch to slide inside. He was starting to feel the stretch but when Tap started to give his words of encouragement he found it much easier to take the width.

"That's a good lion," the hyena said in a voice which almost seemed to program the lion's brain. "You can take a nice thick cock in you. Feel how delightful it feels to be filled with the meat of other males. Let the smoke in your lungs relax you. Feels good, doesn't it?" Fetching a cigar and lighting it, Tap plopped the cigar into Tim's mouth as the hyena's rod kept creeping into the lion rump in front of him. Tim gave a few good puffs on the cigar and thanked his colleague. "Watch yourself in the mirror, Mavi," Tap continued. "See how erotic it looks to be taken by a cigar smoking top. See how good you look all locked up and helpless. Nothing to do but haul smoke into your lungs and accept the pounding of your betters. Such a good, submissive lion."

If the cravings for cigars had not been eating away at him all day, Mavi might have had enough conscious presence to notice the subtle change to Tap's words, but in his nicotine infused hase, the words were accepted with gusto. Yes, Mavi was a good lion. Good lions inhale their smoke after all. Good lions do not self pleasure, and they most certainly do find being topped by a cigar smoking dom to be the most erotic thing. Feeling the thick rod of hyena meat fill his guts was just about the most pleasurable thing in the world right now and the mild discomfort of having his anus stretched was just part of the journey for a good submissive lion like he was.

After what felt like the most blissful few moments of his life, Mavi felt Tim's knot push against his pucker. Then the show got underway. Tim would pull back until he was just about to fall out of the lion's hole before pushing back in again. Long, slow strokes. In, out, in out, the hyena started to build up a rhythm. Tap kept up his encouragement, reminding Mavi how much he wanted this, that he needed this. Smoke was being blasted from the lion's nose with every exhale as his breathing started to match Tim's thrusts. In through the mouth, out through the nose. A haze of smoke was building up in the room for the first time since the previous night. This kept up for a few minutes until Tim's thrusts were too fast to match.

As the lion's whole world was being rocked, he started to realise something else. There was something that Tim's cock seemed to be pushing against inside of him that felt really good. His own member was as stiff as it could be and was leaking pre like the valve holding it in was broken. He moaned into his gag as the pleasure grew. He was getting so close to seeding the bench and the floor, but it was not quite enough to push him over the edge. Instead his mind retreated as he let the pleasure wash over him and hold him in blissful, yet frustrating, suspense.

A bolt of pain coming from his stretched hole woke Mavi from his stupor for a moment. In all his eagerness, Tim had pushed the knot home. They were tied. He could see the reflection of Tim cast what seemed to be terrified glances at Tap, who went to work at once to remind the lion how good he was, and how noble of the king of the beasts to allow such a lowly creature as a hyena to tie with him. Mavi let the words sink into him. Yes he was a good lion, he was sure of it. And yes, the more Tap mentioned how good it felt to be so utterly filled with hyena cock, it really did feel that way. Inhaling deep lungfuls of smoke, while a cigar top filled him with seed was the best thing and something he should seek out more often.

The feeling of the hyena's cum filling him was every bit as wonderful as he had been told. The frantic short humps led into a euphoric feeling of warmth and wetness sloshing around inside him. Tim gave a primal yowl as he erupted into the willing anus he was tied to; music to Mavi's ears. The humping stopped as wave after wave of seed was pumped in. Feeling quite light-headed, the lion slowed his breathing down and basked in the afterglow. That had been far better than he had anticipated.

A buzzing sound coming from the counter gave everyone a start. Tap picked up a small device and frowned. He then looked at Tim. The reflection of the hyena seemed to be mouthing apologies around his cigar. Mavi found being in front of the mirror to be rather useful as he now had a much better view of everything going on in the room.

"Well, there's bad news, which in turn is good news," Tap said after studying the device for a few moments. "Just got a message from upstairs. The party has had to postpone until tomorrow night, which means you're free to slide out naturally Tim. You're not going to have to knot-pop him."

"Oh thank the stars," the hyena said with visible relief, still rather buried in the lion's anus. "I'm so sorry. He was so tight and inviting. I just lost myself."

"Think nothing of it," Tap said, giving Mavi a wide smile. "These things happen, and I bet our lion here loved every minute of it. Didn't you?" Mavi had to give a nod of agreement. "There's a good lion. We're going to have to keep you plugged up for the rest of the time you're here. Can't have you leaking on the furniture now, can we?" The two hyenas gave a little chuckle at the shocked look on Mavi's face when he heard that news.

By the time Tim was deflated enough to ease his way out of the lion's hole he had long finished his cigar. Tap had been able to find a buttplug for Mavi that fit the void left by the escaping hyena and it slid in with surprising ease. The padlocks were released and the gag deflated and removed. Mavi opened and closed his muzzle a few times to get rid of the stretched jaw sensation. The small amount of cigar that remained was placed in Mavi's mouth as the straps were unbuckled and freedom was granted. With care, he was helped down from the bench and taken to a chair. A towel had been placed over it as an extra level of protection.

"That was amazing," Mavi said, speaking for the first time since the gag had gone in. He settled down on the plug. It felt nice nestling inside of him. He felt full but not uncomfortable. "I'm so glad I decided to come last night."

"I concur," Tim laughed as he helped Tap lift the bench out of the room and return it to where it had come from. After a few minutes Tap returned and sat himself down behind the counter. After a few more minutes, he came and sat on a chair opposite the lion just as Mavi was setting down the stub of his now finished cigar in a nearby ashtray..

"You've been rather quiet," Tap said, leaning forward and resting a paw on the lion's knee. "Anything on your mind?"

"A little," the feline replied. He looked at the ashtray and the cigar butt sat in it. "That was a huge cigar, and I've just finished it. In theory I should be satisfied, but already I have the urge to light up another cigar. I think I'm hopelessly addicted to smoking already," He shifted his tented jock out the way and allowed his raging erection to see freedom. "Yet whenever I think about how addicted I am I find I am incredibly horny. Is this normal?"

"Completely normal," Tap said with his reassuring tone. "You've found a new kink and your body is adjusting to it. You've got a naturally high tolerance for nicotine, it seems, so it takes more for you to get your fill, that's all. Now, let's get you to select the first cigar for you to purchase, shall we?"

The pair got up and walked to the humidors. Tap gave some recommendations, pointing out cigars of all different sizes and strengths. After some deliberation the lion picked out a cigar that was reasonably fat and quite long at a price of 50 coin. He put his wrist to the payment machine and the strap gave a quick beep and a flash of green. A thrill ran through his body as the payment was accepted. This was not a free gift from the establishment. This was the first cigar he had purchased with his own money. Tap clipped the end and, with the aid of fire, Mavi was soon smoking his first cigar.

"Since the party has been delayed, you're free to check out the rest of what the club has to offer, you know," Tap mentioned in as casual a way as he could. "There's rooms for all sorts of kinks and fetishes. Plus the show on the main stage starts in a couple of hours. I think it's our in-house clown troupe doing a kinky comedy routine tonight. I saw some of their rehearsals and I got a good chuckle out of it."

"Maybe," Mavi's mind was whirring as he smoked. His erection was still on full display, having not put it away when fetching a new cigar, and while part of him wanted to give it a good stroke, the strong part of him was reminding him that good lions refrain from self pleasure in that way. He found he was missing Tap's oral skills. "I'm sitting in a chair, with a buttplug holding who knows how much hyena jizz inside me, smoking a cigar, while maintaining a raging hard on at the thought of being the meat in tomorrow's party. Not really in a clown mood."

"Oh," Tap said, seeming to be rather surprised, "so you'd be willing to come back tomorrow?"

"Wild horses couldn't keep me away." Mavi surprised himself by how much he meant those words. Something had been unlocked in him tonight. A submissive side he never knew he had. Maybe he had always had it and had been lying to himself. Whichever it was, he knew that so long as he had his cigars, everything would be okay.

"There's a good lion," the hyena said with a strange warmth that Mavi had never heard him use before. Without another word being spoken, Tap knelt between the lion's legs and put his mouth to work. The lion clenched with need so hard he almost pulled the buttplug up completely inside him. He went to put a paw on Tap's head but it was swatted away. The message was clear; let the hyena do the work. Mavi was more than happy to obey this silent instruction.

After a few minutes Mavi felt the tell tale signs that he was getting close to climax. At this point he expected the attention he was getting to stop, but instead it seemed to redouble in effort. Tap started doing things with his tongue around the very tip before plunging the lion's needed member into the soft folds of his throat, further than he had ever taken it before. It was almost like the hyena had trained to quell his gag reflex, and it felt beyond amazing.

"I'm, I'm getting close," the feline gasped around his cigar, his fingers and toes curling, and his tail thrashing around as the feeling of impending release grew inside him. His balls started tightening and his rump clenched around his plug, pushing the bulb into his prostate and giving even more pleasure. He had not felt such an explosive orgasm building in quite some time. Yes, it was fun to plough a willing bottom while they screamed in lust filled bliss, but this was a whole new level of amazing.

With a deep, guttural roar, Mavi went over the edge, pumping his seed down Tap's more than ready throat. The cigar very nearly fell from the lion's mouth, but he made sure to clamp his teeth down on it before it made a break for freedom. Wave after wave of pent up need was unleashed, stars flying before Mavi's eyes as he flooded Tap's mouth and throat with his seed. Tap swallowed it all with gusto and after a few more seconds he was pulling his head back and licking his lips.

"Such a good lion," the hyena chuckled, looking rather pleased with himself. "You obviously hadn't been self pleasuring at home. Good lions get rewarded for their obedience." Mavi could not bring himself to answer. He was panting around his cigar, drawing smoke deep into his lungs before surging it out of his muzzle in exhausted clouds. With the ash getting long enough to no longer support itself, the exhausted feline tapped his cigar on the nearest ashtray before resting the remaining small stub down. After taking a few moments to recompose himself, he watched Tap getting up and straightening his uniform out.

"That was amazing," he said at last. "Thanks for that." He looked at the cigar nub and wondered if it was worth trying to salvage a tiny bit more from it before deciding against it. He could always purchase more cigars. Which he did not a few minutes later. He did leave the smoking room long enough to get a meal, before returning straight back for that post-meal cigar. The rest of the night was spent in a blissful state of smoking and relaxing on the chair. There was a small trickle of others that came in to enjoy a pipe and cigar, and soon Mavi found himself making conversation with tops and bottoms alike. He would watch as they partook in their own pleasures, feeling the plug in his rear give him mild stimulation but never getting involved himself.

By the end of the night, Tap was sending him on his way back to the changing rooms with a sealed envelope in his paw. The buttplug was still inserted with instructions to not remove it until he got back unless he had to answer the call of nature. He left the club feeling satisfied in ways he had never felt before, and was already counting down the hours until he could return. Tomorrow was party night, and Mavi was going to be the best lion he could be for it.