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A loud banging on the door startled me. My owner was expecting a guest, but this sounded more like an attack on the house. I walked quickly to the door, keeping my gaze low as I opened it. Furry yellow legs filled my vision. Peker, the tiger that owns me, had taught me that lesson early in my time here. I knew not to look into the eyes of my captors.

I let my eyes drift upward, tracing over the lion's naked body until I could see his face - his scowling face. My head barely reached the visitor's peck height. After a quick glance, I took a step to the side and gestured to the room, inviting him in. Instead, I was shoved to the side as he growled and strided inside.

“Where did you get your new toy, Peker? I'll need a new one soon" the lion said, holding out the end of a chain and tossing it to me. I caught it, and followed the links to the collar of a fellow human - with a lot of bruises and a swollen face. I could not stop myself from shouting in fear, luckily the muzzle holding my jaw shut kept the volume low enough that it was not noticed. I stood staring at the injured man as the lion walked towards the living area and talked with my owner.

The man tried to follow him, until the leash in my hands stopped him. He stood there and began trembling. And mumbling something.

“Slave, take that thing and clean it up. As much as I love your company, Ike, I do wish you'd clean up first. I can smell it-"

“Like I said, I need a new one. This one can't do anything right" the lion interrupted. “A muzzle probably would have helped"

“You're always too rough on your toys, though"

I left the big cats to their conversation on the sofas and moved closer to my human comrade. I put a hand on his shoulder gently, and gestured towards a corner of the room. Then I noticed the smell. He stank of waste and rubbish which made me worry about the dirt and… and dried blood that covered most of this man's skin. Bruises covered the rest. Dark and angry ones, a few badly swollen fingers, and his neck was raw from where the metal collar dug into the skin - as if he was dragged by it. Heavy chains linked his hands to that collar, not long enough to let him rest them at his sides.

He didn't want to follow me, but after I put a hand back on the chain leash he moved.

There was a small shower near the back door, probably designed to clean the muck off boots but it became my hygiene area. Once I had him over the drain, I pressed his shoulders to make him kneel. I turned the sprayer on and began rubbing the dirty flesh down. The water was cold, so I tried to move quickly. I could hear him grunt and moan, from the cold and from the fresh pain of me rubbing his wounds with a few rags. So much dirt came off, but that just revealed the abuse he had been subject to. Deep purple welts from a whip or a strap, claw marks, were those burn marks?! No part of him had escaped some abuse. His balls especially - one looked twice the size of the other and was particularly tender. Once his body was… somewhat clean and a lot less smelly, I moved the sprayer to his matted hair and swollen face - and then I noticed why he was mumbling. His jaw was dislocated or broken. I do not know which, but the bone hung at a horribly angle. As he stared at me, he cupped his hands together and moved them towards his mouth.

I took the sprayer and moved it towards his mouth -

“What the fuck are you doing?"

The voice was so close, I jumped and dropped the sprayer. I quickly moved to turn off the water, but a strong hand seized my shoulder and spun me around to face its owner. The lion was so close behind me - must have been standing there without me noticing his approach. My master quickly walked over and joined his guest - the two large cats staring down at me with angry expressions on their faces.

“I'm sorry about that, Ike. He's usually not this rude to me" the tiger said, placing an arm around his friend's shoulders and starting to grin. My eyes went wide. I did not like that look on Peker's face.

“You need to train it out of them, not just muzzle them so they can't talk back. Like Ben here. Fucker tried to make demands, so now he doesn't get to demand anything. He doesn't get comfort. And he doesn't get to MAKE DEMANDS!" the lion roared as he kicked Ben between the legs, lifting the kneeling man into the air an inch or two. Ben collapsed to the side, then quickly dragged himself back into a cowering kneel. I could not believe how casually the lion had delivered that blow.

Ben coughed a few times in pain, my owner led his guest away from the two of us. And I just stood there, paralysed.

“Slave, 2 beers"

The words shook me out of my daze. I quickly ran to the fridge and retrieved a couple of bottles. Once opened, I brought them to the sofa where the two big cats were now talking about buying more humans. I kept my eyes low, too spooked to follow their conversation. And then I went to the corner, where the thick rubber mat I could kneel on was kept, and knelt down quietly. Peker would call if I needed to do anything. And his guest might kill me if I took the initiative.

I kept seeing that kick replay in my head.I felt terrible about abandoning the other man, but that lion terrified me.

And then I heard Ike call Ben over, followed by Peker calling me to his side.

“Slave, I'm angry with your service. First, you offend my guest by playing with his toy and following orders I did NOT give you. Then you ignore my guest when his bottle is empty. I'll have to punish you for this" the tiger said, but there was something worse behind the words. I could not read his expression, but it was not a kind face.

“I think you should take care of my guest's bladder, since you denied him hospitality. The least you can do is be his urinal for the rest of his visit."

“Oh, Peker, I think that I must apologise" Ike said, taking me by surprise. “After all, Ben is clearly a TERRIBLE influence on your play-thing"

I saw Ben start trembling, his chains now tinkling quietly adding a horrible ambience to the tense situation.

I couldn't speak. I briefly met my owner's gaze and pointed at the muzzle briefly. He shook his head.

“But Ike, it REALLY was my slave's failing. And I do not want to subject your Ben to the type of punishment I have in mind. If my drink gets ignored, then my slave will be denied water and will take care of my bladder's needs for the day. Of course, since MY slave is muzzled there's only one hole to use"

What? What is he talking about? He never punished me like that.

“Did you hear that, shit-sack?" Ike said, enjoying how Ben flinched at the name. “This poor guy is gonna be stuffed full of piss because of YOUR begging. Does that sound fair to you?"

Ben shook his head, his body still trembling. I could see tears fall from his down-turned face.

“Are you gonna let him be punished for your mistake?"

How I wish I could say 'Ben, no!', but the human shook his head again.

“You gonna sit on my friend's dick as he pisses inside you? Do it."

Ben walked towards my owner until he was standing between the naked tiger's legs, then turned around and stretched himself up onto his toes. My owner seized his waist and lifted the small-looking man down onto his hardening shaft.

“You better not dribble, Ben" Ike said, leaning forward in his chair and pushing a thumb into the injured mouth - pulling the damaged jaw lower, causing Ben to release a painful moan, and then spitting into Ben's mouth. I could see Ben swallow, his eyes scrunching up in pain. All I could do is stand there as this poor soul took the abuse this sadistic duo wanted to inflict - all because I tried to help him. I felt cold, the fear for my future hitting me again - as fresh as when I was first captured. What if Peker got bored of me? What if I was sold to a beast like Ike?

Ben moaned and groaned as the barbed shaft was pushed inside his rear. He sat there, legs dangling between my owner's, keeping his eyes on the floor. And then I noticed his belly bulge slightly. His hands fidgeted, the chains rattling slightly, but whatever he was trying to reach was beyond his grasp.

“Slave, get over here" my owner said. “If you care at correcting your mistake and ending your punishment, you'll hold Ben's cheeks closed when I pull out. Any spill and you'll have to clean it up"

I walked over in front of Ben, putting one hand on each half of his warm ass. I could feel the welts from whatever crop or whip had left stripes on that flesh. My owner eased Ben back up off his feet - and then shoved the human away, causing him to fall onto me. I tried, I really did. I squeezed those fleshy mounds against each other, but it did little good. I could feel the warm fluid on my chest.

“Ben! How dare you dirty the floor like that!" Ike shouted. He grabbed the trembling man by a foot and hauled him up into the air. I could see Ben's frightened expression as he swayed a few inches above me - and I could see the trickle of dirty liquid escaping his ass.

“Oh, Ike. I must apologise for my slave's pathetic performance again"

“Don't say that, Peker. Ben here" Ike punctuated the statement by using his free hand to crush Ben's ass shut, the thumb digging into his balls and taint “is clearly to blame. He can't do anything right. No matter how much I try to teach him"

I backed away. This was… this was… I don't know what this was. But the cold sweat on my back warned me that I was not safe here.

“Slave, it seems Ike is owed an apology. Why don't you suck him off to show him how sorry you are"

I turned to face my owner, now hoping he would leave the muzzle on me. But he walked over to me and undid the lock, taking the leather device off my head.

“And don't you DARE say one word. Unless you'd prefer a more permanent solution to your talking problem" he warned me.

I moved over to the scowling lion, kneeling down and gently licking his dick - it was not a pleasant experience. “Musk" is not the right word to describe it. “Filthy" might be strong enough. I resisted gagging, licking and quickly moving to sucking the shaft. I heard a heavy thud as Ben fell to the ground, and suddenly felt a hand on my skull pushing me deep into the crotch of the Lion. I swallowed a few times, resisting the urge to gag and struggle.

“Lick up that mess, piss-bucket. And then use that tongue of yours on my friend here. He could use a little pleasure after your shameful display"

Ike released his grip, allowing me to back off and finally breathe! But all too soon, I was back in his musky groin. He wasn't even hard - he was just so heavy handed I couldn't cope.

It felt like I spent minutes swallowing and gasping for air when I finally heard my owner speak up.

“Ben, is there something wrong with my dick? Or are you just unable to keep it in that mouth of yours?"

“Problems, Peker?"

“You tell me, Ike. Ben here doesn't seem to like when I press my dick against his teeth or throat"

“Let me guess, is that pesky jaw of yours harming your performance? Should I finally tear it off your face so you'll stop complaining about it?"

I was shoved away from the lion, coughing as I recovered my breath. I turned on my back and looked over at my owner and Ben - and saw his wide, blood-shot eyes. His body seemed strangely pale - the parts that were not bruised at least.

Ike had moved behind Ben, his wet dick now sliding up the man's spine, and used one finger to pull that broken jaw bone down as far as it would go. Ben screamed - causing both of our tormenter's to smile.

“His mouth really isn't good for much. Although it does make a good garbage hole"

“Really, Ike? I could use a dumping ground right now"

I stayed still, hoping they would forget I was here. As much as I hated what was happening to Ben, I was too terrified to risk drawing their attention.

Peker had turned around on his chair, his ass now hanging over the edge of the seat. And Ike shoved Ben's face deep into those cheeks. The man moaned and gagged, struggling against the lion's grip, trying to use his hands to push himself away.

“Aw, what's the matter shit-sack? Is the smell too strong for you?" Ike said. I had never heard a sentence with so much malice in it. He pulled the man away from my owner, then reached down and seized the man's nose.

“Let me help you with that" - and even from my place on the floor I could hear the crack. I could SEE how far out of place Ben's nose was now - it was practically flat against his cheek! Then his face disappeared back between the cheeks of my owner. Ike took up position behind Ben, shoving his hard dick inside the struggling man's ass. I could see piss coming out with each savage thrust.

“STOP! PLEASE!" a shout rang out. Ike's expression turned from an evil smile to a devilish grin. Peker turned to look over his shoulder towards me, one corner of his lips rising in a way that made my blood run cold. That's when I realised my mistake. I was the one that shouted.

“Harder, Ike" Peker said as he used his hands to spread his cheeks. With a single hip-shattering thrust from Ike, Ben's head disappeared inside the tiger's ass. Ben's limbs flailed and clawed as he tried to pull himself out, but Ike seized them and pulled those arms away. I doubted Beb would succeed in breaking free. His ass continued to leak the piss that had filled it - and whatever else was inside him. And Peker kept staring at me with that same expression.

Ben's struggles lessened enough that Ike let go of his arms and pulled his cock free of his body. He then walked towards me (not taking care to avoid the growing mess on the floor). He towered over me for a second - just long enough for me to switch my gaze to him and smell the mess coating his dick - and then a dirty foot slammed into my chest. The air rushed out of me with a painful grunt, and the pressure was too high for me to pull in a fresh breath.

“So, Peker. Looks like I need a new play thing since Ben isn't going to last much longer. Are you still enjoying your new one?"

“Actually, Ike. I was hoping you could teach him some discipline. He has an awful habit of talking out of turn"

Ike bent over at the waist, adding more weight to my chest as his hand moved lower and a couple of fingers entered my gasping mouth. He gripped my jawbone tightly.

“Oh, I can fix that with a very quick lesson"

My eyes darted to my owner, trying to plead without making a noise - I couldn't risk it. He stood up from the chair, his cock dripping cum and his thighs clenching around the skull inside him. He walked towards me slowly, reaching back and pulling the now lifeless body from his backside as he did so. Ben's corpse fell onto the floor like it was a piece of rubbish. He wiped his cum-covered fingers on his chest, ignoring the body behind him.

“Good thinking Ike. And once you've taught him, he can make it up to you by rimming that ass of yours. Since he will owe you"

My jaw muscles screamed as they tore, my lungs too empty to scream. The last thing I saw was Ben's brown-coated and bloody face, its eyes wide and mouth gaping - staring at me from behind my owner's legs. And then everything faded to black.