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Conquering Pride

“Please take a seat, you're quite early so it might be a little awhile," the red fox sitting behind the reception desk peered down at his keyboard and typed a few letters before snapping back up and smiling. “Would you care for some coffee or tea?"

“Ah, thank you!" Otto bowed, brushing a stray strand of his long black hair away from his face. “Where's the machine?"

The fox tilted his head to the side, “Pardon me, I was offering to make it fo-"

“Ah, nah, I'll get it," Otto shrugged, “You want one too?"

“Er…" the fox opened his mouth silently and paused for a moment, “...it's just to your right. No cream or sugar, please."

With a nod, Otto strolled down the hallway, passing two movie posters advertising some of Rambeau Productions's classic productions: one showcasing three vixens in torn clothes fighting off a horde of zombies with improvised weapons, while the other showed off the flick that put Rambeau Productions on the map.

Sand and Sword. A fairly unremarkable fantasy story saved by excellent cinematography and unabashed eroticism. Nowhere was this more present than on the poster, showcasing a muscular lion with golden fur, Korgan the Barbarian; his massive paws covering up the breasts and penis of his two slaves, one a former Queen and the other a soldier captured in battle.

Otto blushed and turned away from the poster, remembering all the times he fantasized himself as the soldier. The movie was a homosexual awakening for him and many others, though his father did not approve of the film. Not because of the sexual content but because it was made by his greatest rival.

Ignoring the stares of the employees in the break room, Otto went up to the coffee machine and grabbed two cups, placing them beneath the spouts.

Truthfully, Otto hated coffee and put as much sugar as possible to cover up the taste in his. However this gesture was not about coffee, it was about showing his value. This was a personal assistant job he was applying for, after all, and he had to show an eye-catching degree of eager servitude if he wanted to get the job.

Or better, get the attention of a certain lion…

“Mr. Togar!"

Otto turned his head around. The red fox was standing in the break room doorway. The rest of the staff all stared once again at the human, no doubt his last name attracting some attention.

“Mr. Rambeau would like to see you now."

“Awesome!" Otto smiled and handed the fox his coffee. “Lead the way!"

The fox nodded in thanks and with a swish of his tail, beckoned Otto to follow him back to the reception.

Almost in his office. What do you think of that, father? You hated my devil-may-care lifestyle enough already, how about trying this on for size?

Led through a door behind the reception desk and up a glass staircase, the fox brought Otto to a dark, mahogany door flanked with glass windows that were covered in blinds.

The fox knocked twice and opened the door a crack, nodding at Otto to enter.

Squeezing through, Otto caught his first glance at his father's mortal enemy. Otto had seen Boran on television more than enough times, being the head of one of the largest media empire's around will do that, but the black lion was even more commanding in person. He sat behind his desk, resting his black leather loafers on the counter and had his paws folded together at his chest.

“So, Mr. Togar," Boran smirked proudly and brushed his cyan mane. His twin gold earrings in his left ear shimmered in the sunlight from the glass window behind him, “what makes you think I'd hire Julius's son? Sounds like a recipe for trouble, don't you think?"

Boran knew that Otto was blacklisted, everyone in the industry did, but he wanted Otto to say it. To get on his knees and beg for it.

There was no chair waiting for Otto in front of Boran's desk. It was quite clear to Otto what he was to do, so he placed his coffee on a nearby counter, fell to the ground on his knees and lowered his head.

“I need a job," Otto blushed. He couldn't believe he was really here, addressing Boran so bluntly. “My father has blacklisted me and I can't find a job anywhere else, not with his connections."

“What about Hexagon Pictures?" Boran snorted. “Your father has no investments in them."

“They might be planning a co-production and wouldn't even let me in the door," Otto sighed. He felt so small and insignificant on the cold floor. For a man raised in the lap of luxury it was surprisingly refreshing.

“The investors would have my ass if I hired you as an executive assistant!" Boran grumbled. “That's just not going to happen."

Otto snapped his head up, “But-"

Boran growled deeply, enough to shake Otto's bones.

“Let me finish, boy."

Otto lowered his head once again. His heart was beating like a drum.

“Giving you access to the company files would be foolish, even if your father has disowned you," Boran daintily brushed the bottom of his blue mane. “But I have something simpler and more high-paid in mind, if you're interested."

Otto held his breath as Boran stood up and began rolling his leather office chair towards him.

“I need a personal servant, one who will live with me and attend to all of my needs. You will consent to any demand I make of you, no matter how degrading you may find it. I will pay you handsomely and you'll have your own room, rent-free…"

Boran stopped before Otto and sat back in his chair. The lion firmly pressed the toe of his loafers under Otto's chin, slowly forcing the human to look up at him. Boran took out his smartphone and pointed the camera at Otto.

“And all you have to do to accept is lick my shoe clean."

Boran rolled his eyes with a smirk. There was no way the human would accept, he figured. He would just get some video of Julius's son getting flustered and embarrassed, before running away in shame. Perhaps he'd keep it for himself or send it to Julius, but that would be it…

While Boran was lost in thought, Otto rubbed his face up against the top of the loafer, feeling the smooth leather. It was already quite clean, but the lion had given his order.

Initially, Otto recoiled as the acrid taste of leather danced along his tongue. This soon gave way for a feeling of excitement. He was breaking the ultimate of his father's taboos here, more than anything else he's done with his lifestyle.

And it didn't help that Boran was damn sexy. His muscular body made Otto feel so tiny and insignificant, a helpless slave to the mighty lion.

No, this was more than just spiteing father. Otto wanted this.

“What the…" Boran finally snapped out of his daydreams and stared aghast at the human while his tongue ran along the sole of his shoe, “...what the hell are you doing?"

“Mmm?" Otto gave the shoe one final lick, saliva trailing from his tongue as he pulled back and stared up at the lion with a playful grin. “Doing exactly as my master requested."

“I didn't…" Boran shut off the video recording on his phone, he had certainly gotten more than he bargained for, “...I didn't expect you to actually do it."

“Oh…" Otto sighed, “...so you aren't offering the position?"

Boran bit his lip. There was something about the human in such a compromising position that set his heart fluttering and his crotch tingling. He was certainly fetching with his smooth skin and long dark hair, but why? Why would he do this?

“I…might…" Boran cleared his throat, “but why do you want to do this? I know you're blacklisted but there's certainly other options!"

“Truthfully?"

Otto gently pressed the sole of Boran's shoe against his cheek, rubbing the grooves against his skin, “This has always been a fantasy of mine…another lifestyle choice of mine my father disapproves of. Plus I've always found you quite attractive…"

Pausing, Otto smirked, “...Besides, this would piss off my dad a lot."

Slowly slipping his foot away from the human, Boran stood up. He crossed his arms behind his back and walked towards the desk, pressing his finger on a button.

“Cancel my appointments for the week," Boran leaned over and spoke into a microphone. “I'm going on vacation."

Before the secretary could respond, Boran removed his finger from the speaker and turned around, confidently peering down at the human. Boran rubbed his loafers together, noticing the human's gaze still fixated on them.

“Well then, let's give you a test run at the manor, shall we?"

The ride over to the manor was quiet. Boran still found himself confused at the human's acceptance and his motivations, which led him to almost get into a fender bender or two due to his distraction.

Otto on the other hand was perfectly willing to play the part of a quiet servant for the time being and let the lion take the reins.

The gates of the manor opened up with perfect timing as Boran's crimson-red sports car came barrelling through, following a brick road through a thick fir tree forest until the manor came into view.

It was a sprawling, three-story affair, wings outstretched to the north and the south in an embrace. The road circled around the front entrance with a fountain in the middle of it.

Boran suddenly peeled out to a halt in front of the stairs leading up to the entrance. A German shepherd with a black chauffeur's hat on came jogging up to the car.

“Good afternoon, sir!" he bowed as he opened up the door for Boran, who got out. “You have company?"

Boran grinned toothily, “A new servant, a special kind if you will."

“Very good, sir!" the dog opened up the door for Otto, but instead of bowing he raised his snout high in the air and shut his eyes.

Otto stepped out of the car and stood up straight, standing just an inch taller than the dog. Boran growled lightly, staring at Otto with a predatory gaze.

“Know your place," Boran grumbled. “Olivard outranks you, boy."

Quietly, Otto slouched and lowered his head, not quite sure what Boran meant. Upon seeing this, Boran curled the tip of his tail and smiled.

“Very good, you learn fast!"

Olivard snorted at the human cowering before him and got in the driver's seat before taking the car away.

“Understand, human," Boran growled a bit on that last word, which made Otto shiver. “You may have a special position, but it is one that is beneath all the other servants of mine. You will show them all respect."

“Sure, whatever," Otto shrugged as he was led into the lobby.

Boran snatched the human by the chin, leaning into his face and snorting, “You will refer to me as 'Master.'"

“Y-yes, master," Otto's skin flushed as Boran's claws firmly pressed against his skin. “I'm sorry, master."

“Good," Boran released the human and flicked his tail, climbing up a sprawling staircase leading up to the second floor.

With the feeling of Boran's grips still fresh in his mind, Otto felt his cock press against his jeans, Well shit, guess I'll have to disobey a bit more now.

Pulling a keychain out of his pocket, Boran picked out an old fashioned metal key with a round head and unlocked a white door before pulling it open.

“This'll be your room," Boran nodded towards a cherry wood armoire across from the door. “Get changed."

“Sure…" Otto sauntered in and right before Boran could utter a growl, he added, “...master."

The room was quite large for a servant's bedroom, but it was clear it was not a room for an ordinary servant. There was wear on the brass bed posts, all four of them, and it didn't take a particularly imaginative or perverse mind to imagine why.

As such, Otto was not surprised when he opened up the armoire and saw his uniform.

“Go on then," Boran rumbled as he shut the door behind him, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at his new servant.

Otto slipped off his jacket and let it fall to the ground before doing the same with his shirt. The lion practically purred as he saw Otto's smooth skin on his back and the human peered over his shoulder with a flirtatious smile.

Next came his pants and underwear. Despite being in a particularly vulnerable position, Otto felt quite natural to have bared himself before Boran. It would not be the first time he had crushed or lusted on his father's rival, after all, it was more of a dream come true than a nightmare.

Turning to his side, Otto let the lion have a glimpse of the profile of his penis for just a few seconds before slipping on the uniform's, for lack of a better word, red jockstrap.

Then came the cuffs. They were black leather with metal rings jutting out from. Otto had no issues bending over, wiggling his ass for the lion in the meantime, but he had a harder time fastening the wrist ones on.

“Let me get that for you."

Boran stepped forward, towering over the smaller human, and grabbed him by the arms. The lion wrapped both cuffs around the human's wrists, fastening them tight against his skin.

Lastly came the collar, which Boran wrapped around Otto's neck just hard enough to cause the human's throat to tighten. The leather chafed against his skin, an eternal reminder that he was owned.

Once he was finished, Boran hooked one of his claws around the collar's ring and pulled Otto towards the door.

“To make up for your lack of tact towards my honored servant," Boran paused, rubbing at his chin with his spare paw, “I think I'll have you clean up their quarters. Just down the hallway to the right and be quick about it!"

“Where's the cleaning shit?"

Boran suddenly leaned in and nipped Otto on the back of the shoulder, sending a paralyzing jolt through the human's body. Hot breath brushed against Otto's skin as Boran growled.

God damn…does he realize how good this feels?

Gasping, the human corrected himself, “...Master…"

“The cleaning products will be in a closet next to the quarters, slave."

A rough tongue scraped across Otto's cheek as he was released from the hold. With a pat on the rear, Boran pushed him towards the door.

As Otto left the room, Boran stepped past him, running the length of his tail around Boran's rear before heading back downstairs. Otto found himself touching the wet section of his cheek that Boran had licked, it was sensitive and ached just a little bit, but it was still the first kiss he had received from his new master.

Kissing was certainly not the primary focus of his fantasy but it was still nice to receive some affection.

A rather unassuming closet came into view and Otto slid it open. He was surprised to find that inside it, there was nothing more than a bucket, some soap, rags, and a scrub brush. Surprised, but not dismayed, after all who would find being ordered to run a steam mop around the quarters to be sexy?

Filling up the bucket in a nearby sink, Otto carried all the gear he needed in his arms and slid into the quarters next door.

Inside there were ten beds sitting in rows, along with lockers and cabinets lining the walls, storing both personal effects and equipment for cleaning. Otto was not surprised to see a vacuum cleaner leaning against a wall, but he had not received orders to use it, so ignored it.

Placing the bucket down, Otto got on his knees. He poured powdered soap on the hardwood floor before dipping the brush into the water and scrubbing.

Truthfully, he wasn't quite sure if he was doing this right, but Otto figured if he screwed up he'd be punished in a fun way, so he wasn't exactly concerned.

Once he was satisfied that he had scrubbed his first section clean, Otto took one of the rags and dabbed the water and soap bubbles away before twisting the rag over the bucket to dry it out.

His hands were already beginning to hurt now as Otto moved over to another part of the floor, near a storage shelf. It was tiring work, but Otto kept his master's face in mind to encourage him.

This is my job now.

Otto scrubbed away and ignored the sound of the door opening and closing behind him. He was totally committed to his task, isolated in his own world, until he felt something push down on his back.

“Ugh…" Otto groaned and looked up just in time to catch a second shoe step on his back. One of the servants, a white rabbit with men's dress shoes with a short heel, was standing atop him, rummaging around on the top shelf.

“I don't hear scrubbing," the rabbit said, not bothering to so much as even glance at Otto. “Now where was it…"

Clenching his teeth, Otto continued to clean, even with the weight of the rabbit pressing against his back. His arms shook as he reached for the rag to dry up the water with.

Suddenly, a phone rang by the doorway. The rabbit dug his heels in one final time before hopping off Otto and towards the phone, picking it up.

“Yes, sir," the rabbit nodded, looking over at Otto while he dabbed the floor dry. “Very well, sir."

Hanging up the phone, the rabbit suddenly snapped his fingers, “You! Mr. Rambeau wants a Revolver immediately. He's downstairs in the lounge."

“Uh…" Otto raised his brow, “...he wants a gun?"

The rabbit slapped his forehead, “It's a cocktail! His favorite! Don't you even know that?"

“Never heard about that in any of his interviews, so no," Otto stood up and crossed his arms. “Come on, what's it made of?"

“Why don't you get on your knees and beg for it, human?" the rabbit crossed his arms.

Otto wanted to shoot back something snarky but resisted. In the end, Otto wanted to serve Boran and this rabbit was merely an obstacle, so he got on his knees.

“Please, please give me the recipe."

“Why should I? A haughty human comes in here, acting like he owns the place," the rabbit sneered. “But you're so weak and pathetic, aren't you?"

“I'm…" Otto felt his heart rush. The rabbit was smaller and weaker than him, submitting to him created a totally different feeling of humiliation, though no less enjoyable, “...I'm just a weak, pathetic human. Unworthy of even kissing your shoe."

“Then lick it," the rabbit shoved the toe of his shoe against Otto's chest. “We'll see how pathetic you really are."

Otto did not hesitate, he first began with a kiss on the toe of the shoe before running his tongue along the top length of it. Once again, he tasted the familiar flavor of leather and lace, an exquisitely degrading taste.

Licking his lips, Otto looked up at the rabbit, who was frowning.

“Two ounces of bourbon, half an ounce of kahlua, two dashes of bitters. Stir with ice and strain. Serve with a scorched orange peel."

The rabbit firmly pressed the sole of his shoe against Otto's chest and pushed him onto his back before turning tail and walking out of the room.

“And be quick about it! Your master is waiting!"

Abandoning his bucket and the other assorted tools, Otto rushed out of the room and dashed past the rabbit in the hallway. As he descended the staircase, he suddenly realized he didn't know where the lounge actually was, aside from the fact that it was downstairs.

Thankfully, the sound of Boran roaring with laughter echoed through the atrium and Otto spun to the right down an adjoining door. Boran was resting with his legs crossed on a brown leather couch while watching a movie on a massive flatscreen TV mounted on the wall.

Boran's blue eyes flashed momentarily at Otto with a grin, prompting the human to head over to the other side of the room where a well-stocked bar with a marble countertop laid.

Otto whispered to himself, “Two parts scotch…"

Boran's ear twitched, “Bourbon."

“Thank you, Master," blushing, Otto put the scotch back on the shelf and replaced it with bourbon.

As Otto grabbed the kahlua and a tiny bottle of bitters, Boran suddenly reached into his pocket and examined his cellphone, muttering as he read something.

Pouring the three liquids into a steel mixing glass, Otto suddenly realized he had forgotten the ice and tossed several cubes in, splashing some of the liquor into the counter. He quietly wiped away the mess with a rag, carefully watching for Boran to make sure he didn't see, before mixing the cocktail with a spoon and straining it into a martini glass.

Finally, Otto grabbed an orange wedge from the bar fridge, struck a match and held the flame under the wedge as juices oozed out into the drink. Once the peel had begun to darken, Otto stuck it on the rim of the glass and blew out the match. The cocktail was now dark brown and smelled strongly of smoke, coffee, and citrus.

Pinching the stem of the glass with his fingers, Otto smiled and marched towards his master's seat, kneeling down and offering the drink. Boran gave a friendly little growl as he smiled and retrieved the glass.

“Good color and smell," Boran lifted the glass with surprisingly delicacy considering his powerful paw, and sipped from it. Smacking his lips, his nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. “Not bad, especially considering you put the ice in after the liquor."

“Ah sh-" Otto cut himself off. “I'm sor-"

“Ah, ah, ah!" Boran wagged his finger and showed off his cellphone. “No need to apologize, especially when you've earned some far more egregious demerits!"

Otto's face went pale. He hadn't realized he had made some kind of mistake.

“Looks like you left your cleaning equipment lying around in the servant's quarters and gave one of my servants sass when he politely gave you the recipe for this cocktail," Boran clicked his tongue. “Such impudence deserves punishment!"

“How…" Otto suppressed a smile imagining the punishment, “...how do you wish to punish me?"

“And now not addressing me as 'Master,' yet again! Get on all fours!"

Otto bent forward, placing his palms on the ground and before he could do anything further, Boran planted his bare feet atop Otto's naked back.

“Good work, Ottoman!" Boran chuckled at his own joke.

Otto felt Boran's footpads squish and roll against his flesh, while occasionally getting the lion's claws digging in. Otto's legs shook, both from holding the position on the hardwood floor and also because of the sheer dominance that was being inflicted upon him.

He was not merely a slave now, he was furniture.

“I could do this all day if I wished, you know?" one of Boran's feet suddenly brushed up against Otto's cheeks. His foot smelled earthy and with a slight hint of musk.

“I know, master."

“But it would be impossible for you to massage my feet from there! So let's count this as a successful punishment!"

A sudden weight was lifted from Otto's back and just as soon as he was able to get back on his knees, thick pink footpads were thrust once more into his face.

The paws were cool and slightly moist now as Otto rubbed his thumb along the smooth surface. Boran's toes curled, sticking out his dangerous black claws from their hiding places.

Admiring Boran's claws, Otto ran a finger along the curved length of one of them, before weaving around the point and squeezing his fingers around his toe. His fascination with the claws abated, Otto continued to roll his hand across the lion's soft pads.

“Very good, Ottoman" Boran murred.

While Otto was distracted with Boran's right foot, the lion stroked Otto's cheek with his left. Sighing, Otto found himself almost nodding off, content to rest against those soft pads.

But he had a job to do. Taking one long inhale of his earthy scent, Otto aroused himself from his daze and returned to work.

Otto began to lick Boran's soft pads and sighed as his earthy musk ran along his tongue. Every groove, every smooth hill along his bare paws was etched into his tongue's memory like a work of art. The lion growled contentedly, rubbing Otto with his free paw.

“I didn't give an order for that."

“Do you wish me to stop, Master?" Otto paused, looking up at his handsome master.

“I never said that…"

“Dad!"

Otto and Boran tensed up as a younger lion entered, one that Otto had another long-time attraction to.

Sekran, unlike his father, had a more traditional mane color of brown that was covered in several braids and his body fur was a light tan. The lion shrugged his shoulders in frustration, flapping his black leather coat with gold trim behind him, as he stormed into the lounge.

“You're not going to believe this, father!" Sekran's eyes were trained on the bar, having only seen his father in peripheral detail at best. “That bastard, Togar, booked the whole fucking historical museum right from out under us! He knew, he knew we had the photoshoot planned and he must have greased some palms just to fuck with us!"

Boran looked down at Otto and cleared his throat. The lion was not nervous, it had not been the first time his son had walked in on his escapades, but it still was a little awkward.

“Sekran, I-" Boran coughed as Sekran grabbed a bottle of beer and used his claw to pry off the cap. The lion ignored his father and began chugging. “What about Hexagon? They have a soundstage with adequate props to lease, do they not?"

Sekran gasped and slammed the bottle on the counter, still facing away from his father, “Nope! They were in negotiations today and refused to take my calls. Guess with who? Mr. Fucking Togar!"

Boran grumbled down at Otto, “Guess you were right about Hexagon."

“So we're doing the shoot here, we got all those movie props and shit from the original movie, figure we can salvage this. The slave model quit but we'll figure out a replacement," Sekran chuckled and shook his head. “I'm gonna make that asshole pay, you know? You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna find that sexy son of his and I'm gonna…"

Sekran's tail lashed excitedly behind him and he spun around with a wild grin that quickly faded into a shocked gasp.

“Sekran," Boran cleared his throat and cupped Otto by the chin, “this is our new slave. You might recognize him as-"

“Dad, what the hell?" Sekran blinked. “I know you want to get back at Togar but we agreed, no felonies! This is a PR disaster, how the fuck am I going to hide this from the crew?"

“No, no," Boran shook his paw, “he approached me at the office and consented to this arrangement. He's also being paid, this is all above board."

Boran patted Otto on the head and nodded at the human.

“It's true, I agreed to this," Otto blushed, looking up at the younger lion. “So, what did you say you wanted to do to me ag-"

Boran suddenly yanked on Otto's collar, cutting the human off.

“Go on," Boran pointed the human neckfirst at Sekran, “take it, feel for yourself."

Practically leaping forward, Sekran took the collar by its metal ring and held the human by the back with his other paw. For several seconds, the lion's brown eyes stared down at the human, at first softly, but then they narrowed quite suddenly, as if he had a few naughty thoughts as to what to do with the human.

“I don't know," Sekran let Otto go and the human fell to his knees once more. “Are you sure he's consenting? This might be a trick by the Togars!"

Otto quickly pressed his lips against the younger' lion's toes and kissed gently.

“Trust me, I'm down for this, Master."

“This seems too perfect."

“Well, son," Boran clapped his paws together, “give him some commands! Test him out if you're so uncertain!"

Sekran flashed his fangs in a wild grin. Otto didn't have to be a canine or feline to catch a whiff of arousal wafting from the lion's crotch.

“Go on then human, praise us, tell us why you want to serve us?" Sekran narrowed his eyes and continued to grin with anticipation of flattery.

“Because you both are so strong and handsome…far more so than a pathetic human like me. How could I ever compare to a pair of prime lions such as you, masters?"

Kneeling down, Sekran poked his wet nose against Otto's cheek and sniffed heavily, “You still smell like a human. We can't have that."

“Please, make me smell like you, master."

“Mmmm," Sekran rubbed his cheeks against Otto's face and gave him a light headbutt. “I suppose we can improve your scent…

Sekran's tail wrapped around Otto's back in the meantime and the lion leaned in just enough to rub the base of his tail against the human's skin through the tailhole in his pants. Otto could not smell the pheromones, but he could imagine them streaking his skin, marking him up like a slave brand. He didn't need to smell it but any anthro with a sufficient nose could smell it.

The young lion was drooling at this point, rubbing his face glances against the human's shoulders and back while droplets of drool ran down his skin.

“There we go," Sekran gave Otto one final headbutt against the cheek before standing up. “You smell like a lion now…a very horny one."

“Thank you, master," Otto bowed and kissed Sekran's feet once more.

“Father," Sekran looked over at Boran, “are you sure this is okay? Julius Togar might cause a legal ruckus."

Boran snorted, “I have enough footage of him consenting to this in my office. The press'll be on our side if it comes out, in fact…why hide it?"

Sekran snapped his fingers and his eyes brightened, “Slave, would you care to do some modeling?"

“You don't have to ask him, son. In fact I'm pretty sure he enjoys being ordered around."

“Right, right," Sekran hooked his claw around Otto's collar and pulled him to his knees. The younger lion bared his fangs and growled straight in Otto's face, which was enough to make the human flinch with arousal. “You're coming with me, human!"

“That's my boy!" Boran slapped his son on the shoulder and pulled a coil of leather from his pocket. “Wait, almost forgot this!"

Unwrapping the coil, a steel snap-hook plummeted to the ground from the leather lead. Without any cue from his father, Sekran pinched the hook and snapped it around the human's collar ring.

“Let's go for a walk, my…" Sekran bit his lip, “...my pet."

“Our pet," his father corrected.

With a tug on his neck, Otto crawled on the floor inches behind them. Occasionally one of their tufted tails would smack him in the face or caress his neck, refreshing the Rambeau brand on him.

When they entered the lobby two dogs leaned forward and sniffed in Otto's direction before whispering among themselves. Apparently his scent was more indicative of his role in the hierarchy here than the fact that a nearly naked human was being led around like an animal.

While heading through the back door of the atrium and into the yard, a cheetah wearing a t-shirt advertising herself as part of the production crew for Sand and Sword: Origins walked along Sekran. She began talking, only paying Otto heed with one concerned glance and a clearing of her throat.

This piqued Otto's interest, though he had a hard time hearing the cheetah on the ground and focusing on walking along stone tiles next to a waterfall flowing down a grotto and into a swimming pool.

“The reboot is finally under production?" Otto asked after the cheetah left, gentle mist from the waterfall spraying over him. “Who's playing Korgan?"

Boran lashed his tail and was about to yank on the leash and correct Otto's behavior when Sekran swept his arms dramatically to the side and accidentally pulled up Otto by the throat.

“Who else but me!?" Sekran boasted with a laugh. His red vest bulged slightly as he flexed his chest muscles. “I'm producing and starring! What do you think?"

It was far too easy to imagine Sekran in barbaric armor, fighting the forces of chaos in a land forgotten by time.

But it was far easier to imagine what kind of modeling role they had in mind for Otto. Especially if the poster was anything like the original. Otto felt his cock swell up in the jockstrap he was wearing just thinking about it.

“I think you're trying too hard to one-up your old man," Boran groaned. “Though I must admit your skills with both talents are outstanding, I think you might be spreading yourself too thin on this project."

“Nah, if anything I think I need another role on the project!" Sekran leaned over and rubbed Otto's long hair. “What do you think, slave? How about director?"

“Yes, Master!" Otto gasped, his erection pressing tight against his jockstop.

Boran sighed, “You've already got a director, a damn fine one too! Don't do anything rash!"

“I was just joking, father!" Sekran stood up, wrapping the length of the leash around his paw a bit. Otto was forced to draw closer to the young lion and his erection was making crawling more difficult. “Come on, you know me better than that! I'm just showing some initiative!"

Grumbling, Boran led the way with a flippant wave and the other two followed.

Rounding around the corner of the manor, a cellar presented itself to them with its wooden doors flung open, revealing a stone staircase leading underneath the house. Sekran stepped down the cellar and pulled on the leash to make Otto follow.

“Wait," Boran interjected. “He'll hurt himself on the stairs if he crawls."

Otto took that as a sign to stand up but because he could so much as put one foot on the ground, Boran swept him up in his arms and threw the human over his shoulders.

Sekran laughed and passed the leash to his father, “Aren't I supposed to be the barbarian capturing a slave in battle and carrying him over his shoulder?"

“I'm just showing initiative, son."

Boran laughed as he descended and Otto wrapped his arm around the lion's neck for balance. Otto was mostly blind from having his face stuffed in Boran's blue mane and could only feel them swaying as they descended.

When they finally had reached the bottom, Otto was swung back onto the ground and was surprised to find himself in a shockingly bright room. Aside from the photography lights burning away atop their ebony stands, there was a series of overhead lights hanging from the ceiling that were more than sufficient to keep the gray stone cellar lit up.

Curiously, the cellar did not have any casks of wine or such things one would expect from a mansion. Instead there were numerous displays, some covered in glass and others bare, of movie posters, costumes, and props from various productions.

Jan Journey's neon green laser gun stood up on its stock just to Otto's right and across from it was the suit, still covered in dried squib blood and bullet holes, that Harvey Olivio wore when the Vulpine Mob gunned him down at the end of Gangland Saga. Otto stood up to look at a framed picture of eccentric wolven director Henry Henri hung from the wall just next to the suit, a blood thumbpad print was stuck on it, the director's infamous autograph.

Otto suddenly choked as the collar tightened around his neck and felt hot air brush against his neck hairs.

“Did I say you could stand?" Boran growled.

“Actually we're gonna need him to stand just a bit for make-up," Sekran took the leash from his father and coaxed Otto to follow.

They weaved through a crowd of technicians until finding a chair in front of a mirror with large, bright lights lining it. Two foxes began immediately applying a rapid-fire series of make-up to Otto.

“Okay, we only need one shot at this and then we're done!" Sekran punched his fist into his palm. “Just lay on the ground looking all pathetic but submissive. You've just been captured in a battle, lost all your land, but you're also secretly turned on by Korgan and who the fuck wouldn't be? Maybe you never wanted a pampered noble life, maybe this was a fantasy you had all along? Think you can do that?"

“Shouldn't have a problem with that," Otto smiled.

“Awesome!" Sekran laughed and flashed a friendly sneer at his father across the room. “See? Maybe I can direct after all!"

“Sir!" one of the foxes spoke. “He's rea-"

“Great!" Sekran pulled the human off of the chair and dragged him along the leash, which Otto could barely keep up with.

Otto was led to a wall that looked different from all the others: the stone was brown and thick chains were hanging down from the wall with broken manacles dangling from them.

“Is this from the original set? When Korgan broke free from his prison?"

“Quiet, slave!" Sekran growled and grabbed Otto by the neck. While Otto had been busy admiring the set, Sekran had taken off his vest and jacket, showing off his bare chest and tight muscles.

The production team went quiet and Sekran peered over at them with a smile.

“Ah, I'm just method acting!" he laughed.

The crew went back to work, not quite convinced but knowing better than to question their employer's hobbies.

Ignoring his slave's disrespect, Sekran continued with pulling off his trousers. For a brief moment, his thick sheath and bulging balls were on display before he hid them behind a leather loincloth. A dog came over and helped him strap on a pauldron made of bone to his left shoulder, completing the costume.

“What do you think, slave?" he growled and bared his teeth. “Sufficiently barbaric and handsome?"

“Fuck yes," Otto gasped. “Master."

“Good!"

Sekran suddenly planted his bare foot on Otto's back and kicked him forward. Otto landed on his palms but could not right himself in time before Sekran stomped firmly on his shoulder.

“Look up at the camera, slave!" Sekran ordered and lowered his gaze menacingly at the camera. “Remember, you're scared and turned on!"

“Hrm," Boran growled, pushing away a cheetah cameraman and peering into the lens, “the jockstrap looks out of place."

“Oh shit, yeah!"

Sekran leaned over and snapped the jockstrap off of Otto's legs and tossed it out of sight. Otto's junk shivered as it touched the cold stone floor, curling onto his side to prevent it from touching it.

“His junks in the shot now," Boran grumbled.

“That's fine, nudity sells, old man! Let the prudish magazines stick an advertisement over his cock if they want, we're going all the way!"

The camera flashed with Otto remaining still as Sekran rubbed his pads against the human's shoulder, occasionally curling his claws to dig slightly into his skin. Despite the cold floor, Otto found himself growing warm as his cock began to stiffen once more.

“No, no, no!" Boran crossed his arms. “If you're going to make this an erotic shot, you'd best do it right, son!"

Sekran's nostrils flared as he snorted and stepped off of Otto, chest puffed up, “Lets see you do better then, old man!"

Boran grabbed Otto by the collar and yanked up, forcing him to crawl to his feet. The older lion grabbed Otto from behind, pressing his back up against Boran's chest while the lion snarled at the camera.

“You need to give more dynamic shots to the camera crew to give context. Form a story. Who is this human? Why is he on the ground?"

Boran suddenly lowered his voice to a whisper, “Act haughty and resist, slave."

“Let me go, you beast!" Otto shouted in a campy voice, thrashing in vain to escape the lion's thick arms while the camera flashed.

Fangs clamped down on the back of Otto's neck, forcing the human to go limp before the lion lowered them both to the ground, until Otto was prone once more. Boran released his fangs and pinned the human down on all fours for a brief moment, looking up at the camera with a triumphal smile before standing up.

With his prize having been claimed, Boran finally pressed his foot against Otto's cheek and proudly loomed over his slave as the camera shutters clicked.

“And that is how you do it, son!" Boran laughed. “Look at him, he's practically shivering with fear and lust!"

He wasn't lying. Otto was actually trying to constrain himself from moaning in ecstasy. Though he had no compulsion about expressing such feelings around his new masters, he felt he should hold back a bit for the sake of the camera crew.

“Bullshit, that's all a bunch of wasted shots!" Sekran objected.

“It's a digital shoot, Sekran, there are no wasted shots," Boran shook his head. “Who's the old man now?"

“That's it! I'll show you!" Boran pointed to a crew member. “Get me that throne over there!"

Sekran shooed his father off of the set and two dog crewmembers pushed a wooden throne onto the set, a prop from a modestly successful medieval fantasy film they had made. The aesthetics clashed against the sword and sandal themes of “Sand and Sword," but Sekran was past the point of caring.

“Perfect!" Sekran grinned as the throne was set down to his specifications and immediately sat down atop it. “Now, a goblet or something!"

A golden chalice from the same medieval film was passed to Sekran and he swirled it around in his fingers while sticking his bare feet towards Otto.

“Lick! Show fealty to your master!"

Head lowered, Otto crawled towards his master and pressed his lips against the lion's pads. The camera flashed and Otto found his cock hanging towards the ground, stiffening with every humiliating shot. Sekran's pads were now a bit dusty from having walked around barefoot, but the earthy smell and taste of his pads were very enjoyable to lick.

Hopefully every day can be like this…

“Is that it?" Boran suddenly grumbled.

“What? I'm giving context!" Sekran waved his goblet around. “I've taken his throne and am now lording over him, this is all shown in the shot! This is what you asked for!"

“There's no subtlety at all! It's all right there, no progression!" Boran snarled. “You're not listening!"

“You don't need progression if the story is all right here! I'm a lion dressed in barbarian gear sitting atop a fancy throne with a goblet while a sexy human is servicing him, that is the story! It's all here, one pose!"

“Fine! You want it done your way? I'll work with that, let me show you."

“Alright!" Sekran rolled his eyes and flipped the goblet over his shoulder before standing up.

The goblet bounced off of the throne and rolled to the ground just before Otto's side. A crew-member was about to remove it but Boran stopped him, saying that he thought it might work for the shoot.

Boran sat atop the throne and waved his paw, “I'll give you the lack of subtlety that you want!"

With that, Boran undid his pants and lowered them, exposing his bulging sheath with blue pubic hair surrounding it. The crew gasped and Sekran found himself joining them.

“Uh, dad, what the fuck?"

Ignoring his son, Boran motioned for Otto to come forward with his finger. When the human crawled before him, the lion grabbed him by his long hair and pressed his face into his crotch. Otto inhaled, breathing in his master's dominant musk and found himself nuzzling at the sheath, feeling the cock within swell.

“Go on, slave, you know what to do," Boran growled lightly.

The camera continued to click as the pink tip of Boran's cock slipped out of its confines. Otto touched it with his tongue, circling the tapered tip of it and eliciting growls of pleasure from his master.

Grasping the sheath, Otto gently drew back the foreskin and allowed the full member to escape. It was thick and conical, tapering off at the top, and its pink shaft was lined with tiny barbs. Thick, heady musk wafted from the sexually dominant lion's cock, luring Otto in without so much as an order.

Running his tongue under the cock, Otto let it enter his mouth. It tasted very much like his pads, but with a salty flavor from the pheromones and dripping precum.

Boran clenched his paw around the back of Otto's head and pushed the human forward as he sucked. The barbs scraped lightly against Otto's tongue, not painful, no more than one of Boran's rough licks at least.

How many people would see this? The camera crew, editors…maybe the whole world?

Can you see me now, father?

Otto moaned, the sheer submission he was undergoing enough to make his cock throb. He could have came then and there without so much as stroking it, but his master had not given an order to do that and no doubt he had plans for that.

“Mmmm," Boran peeled his lips back in a snarl. His cock twitched inside Otto's mouth.

A spurt of cum shot across Otto's tongue and he held his lips firm on his master's cock. This was the first orgasm he would bless him with and he wanted to enjoy every drop of it.

After a few more spurts down his throat, Otto suddenly had a better idea. Letting Boran's cock slip past his lips, he grabbed the shaft and began pumping it, allowing the last few spurts to shoot him in the face just as the camera flashed.

It would never make it on the final print, Otto assumed, but he almost hoped it would. That'd really piss off his dad, hell, maybe the whole extended family who took his side.

At this point, Sekran finally quit gawking and spoke out again, “No fair! I wanted to do him first!"

Boran rubbed the tip of his cock against Otto's check, smearing the remaining droplet of cum on his skin, “Technically, I'm the one he made the deal with."

“You said he was our slave! Our slave!" Sekran objected and his loincloth began to shift, failing to hide his growing erection. “And you know I've had a thing for him for years!"

“Did you really?" Otto turned around and smiled at the younger lion.

“Kinda…" Sekran scratched behind his ear bashfully before shaking his head. “Quiet, slave! And dad, get off the set! I'm taking my turn!"

“As you wish," Boran sighed and slunk away from the throne.

“Keep those cameras rolling!" Sekran pointed at the camera crew. “As many shots as you can take, every angle, go!"

Sekran wrapped his paw around Otto's neck before pushing him back onto the ground. Growling and lashing his tail playfully, Sekran used his massive paw to flip Otto onto his front.

“Smile for the camera," he growled, pulling Otto's hair up to force him to look at the lens. The human couldn't help but smile, this was the kind of dream he always had after all.

A rough tongue ran along Otto's back, from his tailbone all the way to his neck before the lion's massive jaws clamped around his neck. The jolt forced Otto to raise his rear towards his younger master, presenting himself.

“So obedient," drool ran from Sekran's fangs as he released his grip on the human's neck. “Such a good slave."

This was it, it was time to be claimed by a member of his family's rivals. The ultimate act of submission and shame, but also an expression of free-will and rebellion.

Otto pushed his rear back and felt the tip of Sekran's cock tickle his butt.

“This might hurt," Sekran leaned in close and whispered, “if it does just-"

“If it hurts, it will only make the fantasy better," Otto whispered back.

“Fuck, where have you been all my life?"

“Watching you on the television while my dad lost his shit," Otto laughed. “Now come on, keep up the fantasy, it's not just for the camera…master."

Sekran raised his head and let out a triumphant roar that shook Otto's bones. Planting his paw on the human's head, he pinned him down and pressed his hip against his rear. Otto could feel his hard cock lined up against his threshold, slick with precum.

“Ahhh!" Otto gasped as he was pierced, the slick cock meeting some resistance it entered.

“See how the Prince of Caladia surrenders to Korgan!" Sekran boasted as he slowly entered. “Once royalty, now a mere slave!"

Otto panted and looked up at the camera as it flashed. They were getting this…it was on the record for good that he allowed a Rambeau to mark him.

Once Sekran was fully in, he leaned in and whispered one more, “Lions have barbs, you know? This part might hurt."

“I know, thank you, master," Otto said, refusing to bring up the fact that he knew personally because he just sucked off his dad for fear of ruining the moment. He was just trying to be nice after all.

Sekran pulled back and Otto gasped with pained enjoyment as his cock barbs scraped against his insides. It hurt, but not enough to make the sheer erotic domination of the act anything less than amazing. It was like being punished and fucked at the same time, perfect for a submissive.

With a roar, Sekran began to pound Otto fiercely, forcing the human to scream with joy. Otto caught himself smiling at the camera a few times, betraying the intent of the photoshoot, but he couldn't help himself. He was living the fantasy he always had of being a lion's…no, two lion's bitch.

And it was all being put to photograph.

“Harder!" Otto begged. “Harder, master!"

Grunting, Sekran thrust and Otto screamed as his prostate was lit aflame with spasms of joy. Otto's own cock was throbbing and he could no longer contain himself as seed spilled across the stone floor.

Caught in the throes of his orgasm, Otto almost didn't feel Sekran's own cock shudder, not until his ass was filled with warm feline cum. Panting, Sekran laid down atop Otto, gently licking him across the face with his rough tongue.

“Good work, slave," he whispered between licks.

“Not bad, master."

With a playful nip on the shoulder, Sekran stood up and beckoned for his father to come over. By the time Otto caught his breath, he found the two of them side-by-side, pressing their feet towards him.

Otto needed no order, he bowed his head towards them and leaned over, slowly kissing the top of each furry toe, first on Sekran's foot and then finally Boran's.

“My masters…my gods…" Otto prayed on a whim. “I will serve you forever…"

Genuflecting on the floor, Otto soon found his cheeks squeezed by the two feet, the objects of his worship. A reward for a loyal follower.

“All right!" Sekran suddenly shouted. “That's a wrap for today!"

“Hmm, I think this one might be a bit tasteless…" Boran frowned as he pointed at the picture of Otto on the television screen while his idle paw was rubbing the human's nipple. It was just after Boran's cock was removed from Otto's mouth and a jet of semen had splashed on the human's face. “Quite arousing, but not good for the campaign. Let's keep it for ourselves, shall we?"

“Yes, master," Otto nodded. His wrists were bound to the brass bed-posts at the head of the king-sized bed. The human was totally naked save for his collar and bindings and helpless to resist as Boran ran the point of his claw down his skin, just enough to hurt a bit but not enough to break the skin. It was exhilarating for the human, knowing the lion could hurt him at any moment but chose just to toy with him like a cat with its prey.

“What about this one?" Boran pressed a button on the remote and it switched to a picture of Otto being lowered by Boran onto the ground. “I really think it's superior to any of the ones Sekran did but…"

“Master, I think I prefer what happened after that one."

“Hm, oh yes, such an eager little slave," Boran switched pictures again, showing Boran standing atop Otto triumphantly with his foot stomping on his cheek. At this point, Boran's claw had stopped before the base of the human's erect cock and the lion wrapped his strong paw around it.

“Oh god…" Otto moaned as Boran's paw-pads rolled around the shaft of his cock, “...master…it feels so good…"

Boran changed the slide again and now Otto was on the screen, bent over on the ground while Sekran pounded him from behind. Sweat and semen were dripping from the human's face.

“I'll have to do something like that with you sometime. You want to feel your master's barbed cock? You want me to fill you up like the good little slave that you are?" Boran purred, suddenly releasing his grip from Otto's cock moments before Otto could feel an orgasm coming.

“Oh come on!" Otto snapped. “Don't stop now!"

Boran narrowed his eyes at the human.

“You forgot something."

“Oh!" Otto feigned surprise. He wanted a bit of punishment. “I'm sorry, Master!"

Boran swung his paw around and slapped Otto on the rear. Otto gasped with pain and arousal, rolling onto his side and rubbing his thighs against his cock. With a sudden moan, Otto shot his seed onto the bed covers, apologizing between orgasmic gasps for ruining the linens.

The lion could not help but notice a pink paw-print on his human's rear. An idea came to his mind as he rubbed his chin.

“I think I have one final test for you, slave."

“You sure you're okay with this?" Sekran asked.

Otto rolled his eyes, “It's a little late to change my mind now, don't you think?"

Sekran and Boran both grimaced. Their slave was being snarky and unfortunately, they could not punish him at the moment, not without harming him and ruining what they were there for.

“We won't forget this impudence, slave," Boran growled.

“I'm counting on it," Otto grinned. “I'm in this for the long-term, see?"

Otto pointed back towards his rear, where the fennec tattoo artist was hard at work. The needle hurt a little, but it was all worth it for what would be the final product.

“Can you please keep quiet?" the fennec asked. “I'm almost finished!"

“Ah yes," Boran cleared his throat. “My apologies."

The needle hummed as the fennec made the last pricks on the human's ass and sighed, turning off the needle and placing it to the side.

“It is done," the fennec pushed his chair back and allowed the two lions to approach.

Marked on Otto's left buttcheck was a solid-black tattoo of a lion's paw. Accepting this was Otto's final decision to submit his freedom to the whims of the Rambeau family.

Sekran leaned in and sniffed the human's buttcheck before licking him just above the tattoo, “Does it hurt?"

“Nah," Otto sighed, “besides it's worth it to show off to everyone who I belong to."

“Well, then," Boran hooked his claw around the ring of Otto's collar and forced the human to get off of the tattoo bed, onto his feet, “I think we need to do something special at home for our slave."

“Hold it!" the fennec barked, unrolling some gauze. “You're gonna have to bandage it and there's to be no bothering the site! I don't know what kind of a relationship you're in but I'm guessing it involves whips and other such stuff, you leave that area untouched!"

“See?" Otto stuck his tongue out at Boran. “You can't spank me or nothing!"

Boran growled and pulled Otto in close. Sekran also joined in, pinning the human between the two lions in a powerful group hug.

“We'll have to give you a very painful punishment once you've recovered."

“Don't threaten me with a good time, master."