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Sunday morning came and went, with Mavi deliberately trying to sleep in as long as possible to get as much of the day done with before the cigar cravings could drive him mad. However, nature made sure the lion was up and about before the first hour of the afternoon passed by. Cursing a little, Mavi emptied his bladder into the porcelain throne as the familiar need to smoke started to savage his body. The buttplug had been left in as instructed and it felt comfortable inside him as he did his business. He was not looking forward to having to remove it when it came time to, though. If it had stayed in overnight, any lube that had helped it in would surely have dried out by now.

Going to fix himself a late breakfast before getting dressed, Mavi spotted the sealed envelope he had brought home sitting on the kitchen counter. Interest beat hunger and he opened it up. A folded up piece of paper was inside. Intrigued, the lion read it aloud to himself.

"Hello Mavi," it said, "by now you're probably awake, hopefully still plugged, and probably looking forward to your first cigar of the day." While the awake bit was still up for debate, the other two points were spot on. "You may recall that you have agreed to be a participant in a party today at The Outlands. Since we have more time today, management has decided to make things a little extra special for it. If you still wish to take part, please come to the club no later than three hours before opening. The earlier the better. Naturally, all cigars will be on the house for the duration of the night, and one will be waiting for you upon arrival. No need to bring a change of clothes, our tailors will be able to make you something to wear. Of course, I'm sure you can understand that if you've changed your mind, the smoking room will be out of bounds for the night. We do have plenty of other offerings for you to enjoy though. Whatever you decide, I hope to see you soon. Tap."

The earlier the better, that's what the letter had said and those four words sent feelings of ecstasy through the nicotine depraved lion. Without a moment's hesitation he jumped into some clothes and headed out to the club. Breakfast was now long forgotten. Within minutes he was knocking on the door to the club. After a few moments a small hatch slid open at eye height.

"What's the password?" came a voice from the other side of the door. This threw Mavi for a moment. Tap's note said nothing of any password.

"I, I don't know," he stammered. "Tap just said to get here as early as I could." There was a pause, as if the voice was weighing something up. Mavi thought he saw a green light flash in the reception for a brief moment.

"What's your name?"

The word Mavi was about to spring from the lion's mouth when something in the back of his mind stopped him. Yes, that was his name, but tonight was to be the night of a party. He was not here to be Mavi, the cigar chomping top. Tonight he was here for quite a different reason.

"Meat," the lion replied with a thrill in his loins. This seemed to be the correct answer as the hatch closed with a slam and the door to the club was opened. Stepping inside the reception area, Mavi saw a sour-faced large hyena in a black suit holding the door for him. It was closed and locked when the lion breached the threshold. A badge with the word SECURITY hung over his breast pocket.

"Go straight through the changing rooms and directly into the main hall," the brute said with a grunt. "Tap is waiting for you inside. Don't bother to change." With that the hyena went back behind the reception desk and squeezed into the chair, picking up a discarded newspaper and continuing to read. Not needing to be told twice, Mavi did as instructed and soon found himself in the main room.

It was a hive of activity. Staff were everywhere, and they were all hyenas. Everyone was dressed in comfortable, casual clothing as they all worked to clean and refresh the club ready for the evening's guests. The floor was being vacuumed, the stage was being swept, and others were cleaning the chairs and tables. Small hand-held blacklights being used to clean and disinfect everywhere to remove all traces of the fun had the night before. No one paid any attention to the lion standing amongst them as they worked, each one focused on their task at hand. After a very brief moment to take everything in, Mavi saw the door behind the stage open and Tap walk out. He was also dressed in his casual wear, sporting a loose fitting black t-shirt and baggy cargo trousers. He looked quite different to his usual uniformed look.

"Mavi," he said with his usual wide smile and pleased expression, his tail giving a slight wag. The hyena shook the lion by the paw and started walking him towards the smoking room at once. "I'm delighted to see you here so early. The tailors will be most appreciative." No time was wasted in getting the lion into the smoking room and a fat cigar placed into his maw. Mavi let Tap light the end and was soon taking hungry gulps of smoke into his lungs. Everything felt right with the world again in an instant. The promise of having a cigar waiting was fulfilled.

"Wait here for a moment please," Tap instructed as he headed to the door to the room. "I've got to fetch the tailors. Have you eaten yet?" Mavi admitted he had not. "That's probably for the best, but I'll bring you something as well. Gonna need some strength for tonight's entertainment, after all." Tap gave a quick chuckle as he left the room leaving the soon-to-be meat alone with his cigar.

Feeling much more relaxed now the nag for nicotine had been sated for the time being, Mavi settled down into the chair he had been using for the last couple of nights. He was almost tempted to claim it as his own, with a nice little plaque on it. There was also another feeling in the pit of his stomach. It could have been nerves about the upcoming party, or it could have been excitement, or even his buttplug nestling deep in him as he sat, but whatever it was the fact it was there at all was a little surprising. The sane part of his brain was calling to him again, asking him what he was doing. Yes, he had agreed to this, and yes it had felt amazing to be taken by the hyena yesterday, but was he really going to allow himself to be taken repeatedly by a group of strangers just to score some free tobacco? Taking another deep lungful of smoke, he knew the answer. He was a good, strong lion and he could endure a night of bottoming. Especially if it meant a night of free cigars. Last night had been quite the strain on his bank balance and with work looming tomorrow, he was going to need all the nicotine he could get tonight if he was going to survive the day.

His thoughts were disturbed as Tap returned with a small trolley of food, followed by a pair of hyenas. They were smaller than all the other hyenas Mavi had seen so far, but not by much. They wore clothes that seemed to be casual, but looked of a higher quality than what everyone else was wearing. A long fabric tape measure rested around each of their necks and it was very obvious that they were the tailors. His suspicions were confirmed when they started to measure him all over, leaving nowhere to the imagination. After a few minutes of being made to suffer his sizings, Mavi was freed from their clutches and able to demolish the trolley of food provided once his cigar had expired.

There was not a large amount, but it filled a hole. The strange feeling in his stomach was still there, and with every passing minute it seemed to grow. Mavi wondered if it might be stage fright, an uneasy yet excited feeling about what was to come.

"For the next bit, we'll need these tables and chairs moved to the side again," Tap said, breaking the lion's train of thought. "Would you mind lending a paw with it?" Mavi did not mind and before long there was space in the room for the centrepiece again. Popping behind the desk, Tap fetched the microphone and asked for the bench and the modified full length mirror to be brought to the smoking room. The green light flashed once and with a satisfied nod Tap returned everything under the desk once more. After a couple of minutes, the door was opened and two very muscular hyenas in tight-fitting casual clothes came in with the strap-covered bench lifted between them. They placed it in the same position it had been the night before before giving the lion a curt yet polite nod and making their exit.

"Talkative chaps," Mavi commented with a small chuckle. Tap gave a small laugh."

"They're not used to seeing customers outside of opening hours," he replied. He looked the bench over for a second before the door opened again and Tim returned with the mirror. He gave a big smile when he saw that it was not just the other hyena in the room.

"G'afternoon Mavi," he said with a jovial tone to his voice. "I hope you had a good time last night." He gave a little chuckle which indicated he was not expecting a reply. He wheeled the mirror into position and waited before he got the thumbs up from Tap before turning to leave again. "If you want warming up again tonight, let me know," he said with a wink before leaving the lion and hyena alone again.

"And risk him tying again," Tap muttered with a note of sarcasm, "I think not." Mavi was surprised by the pang of disappointment that struck him. He remembered how good it felt to be filled by the hyena's knot and how full he felt with it in him. "Now," the lion's host said, speaking like normal now, "let's get that plug out of you shall we? You

Unable to resist obeying the hyena's words, Mavi did as he was bidden and within a moment he was out of his trousers and pants, climbing up on the bench and assuming the position with his tail raised high. The black base of the plug stuck out from his anus, a black blob in a sea of tan coloured fur. Tap fetched a bucket and a small bottle of lube with a very long and thin nozzle. Taking great care, the hyena managed to poke the nozzle between the plug and Mavi's stretched hole, giving a generous squirt into the lion's anus. This was repeated a few times and the toy was rotated to make sure as much of it was covered as possible. The old lube would have long since dried out and there was no need to cause unnecessary distress before the main event.

"Oh, that's cold," Mavi said, unwittingly clenching and pulling the plug in tighter and making Tap's job that little bit more difficult, but some gentle words helped to relax the muscles a little. With some persistence and patience, the job was done and the plug was ready to be removed.

"Okay Mavi," he said as he gripped the base. "I want you to relax and push." Mavi obeyed and with some gentle wiggling and a few moans from the lion the black rump stuffer soon slid out from its home. Quick as a flash the bucket was put under the lion to catch the plug and anything that might follow it. Mavi gave a long moan as the plug stretched his anus and slipped out. It landed with a thud in the bucket, but nothing else followed. The lion felt an emptiness inside of him once his ring returned to its usual size. The plug, while not enormous, had been rather comforting in the way it filled him. Now it was gone, the feeling had gone with it.

"Awwww," The little moan carried more disappointment than Mavi had intended it to, much to Tap's amusement. The hyena gave a gentle chuckle as he put the bucket down and gave the furry rump in front of him a gentle swat with the back of his paw.

"Don't worry, it'll be all filled up again before too long," he said as he picked the lion's discarded clothes up and handed them back to their owner.

Feeling a little pang of excitement in his stomach, the feline felt himself met with a sudden crisis of conscience as he slid off the bench and dressed himself. He was a top, wasn't he? So why was he looking forward to what was to come? Why did he miss the plug already? Had he always been a bottom and was just fooling himself to believe otherwise? He looked over at Tap, who seemed to be giving the lion quite a studious stare, as if his eyes were trying to bore into the very centre of his soul.

"You seem troubled?" the hyena asked, sounding rather concerned. "We can put the plug back in, if you want?"

"It's not that," Mavi replied, though he could not help but feel tempted by the offer. "I'm just having an existential crisis. I'm a top, but I agreed to this as I thought it would net me some more cigars. However, the closer we get to the moment, the more I'm actually looking forward to being railed by a bunch of guys while strapped down and helpless. What's wrong with me?" Voicing the concerns out loud made the little voice in his head that until now had been mostly suppressed shout with glee at being noticed at last. However, Tap just reached an arm around the lion's shoulders and spoke in a soft, yet commanding tone to him.

"Nothing is wrong with you, Mavi," he soothed, as he walked the lion over to the humidors. "In two days you've found out a lot about yourself that you didn't already know, that's all." Selecting a large cigar and running the end through the guillotine-like cigar cutter, the hyena placed the stick into Mavi's muzzle and brought a flame to the other end. Mavi sucked the fire through the tobacco until the cigar was nice and alive, taking greedy gulps of smoke down into his lungs. "You've learned that you love smoking cigars, you've been learning what a strong, sexy, lion you are with a lit cigar clamped between your teeth, and now you're learning that you're a switch. Able to top or bottom. There's nothing wrong with being versatile. If anything, it makes you even stronger, and being aware of how submissive you can be will make you a better top."

Mavi found the words to be comforting and more than reasonable. Yes, what he was doing was just another step on the road to becoming the big strong lion that he was always destined to be. The logic also made sense. If he could learn what he enjoyed as a sub, then he could try to reproduce it when being a dom. The cigar was also helping a lot as well, as the hot smoke snaked its way down his throat, swirling around his lungs for a few moments before being exhaled in a plume of thick bluish exhaust. He allowed the hyena to guide him to his usual chair, now carefully arranged to the side of the room. It was like greeting an old friend as his weight sunk into its cosy embrace. Tap brought the smaller mirror back out and placed it on a nearby table so Mavi could watch himself smoke again. Now he was dressed in his casual clothes and not his leather attire, the lion could not help but see how different he looked. He still seemed like the strong lion he knew, but there was a more relaxed side to him. It could almost be described as peaceful.

"That's it Mavi," Tap said in his gentle, soothing voice as he stood off to the side and outside of the lion's peripheral vision. "Look at yourself. Watch yourself smoke those deep lungfuls of smoke. See how strong you look. You're the peak of lion masculinity. So handsome, so powerful, with a cigar jutting out from your muzzle. See how relaxed you are as you inhale. So very relaxed. Feel yourself sink deeper into relaxation with each smoke-filled breath in." The hyena's words were effective, as Mavi could indeed feel each breath making him feel more calm and even more relaxed. Even the pang of worry or excitement in his stomach faded away as he sat deeper into the chair, feeling it swallow him up as he sank down into it. It was like nothing else in the world mattered other than his cigar and listening to Tap's voice.

"Such a good, obedient lion," Tap continued, making sure to stay out of sight so as not to distract Mavi from watching himself sucking down the cigar. "You love smoking nice, large, expensive cigars, don't you?"

"Yes," Mavi replied with a slow nod of affirmation. His voice was almost slurred as he spoke and he felt like he was speaking in slow motion. Not that it mattered, he was at peace. The lion in the reflection almost looked like he was wanting to fall asleep, but the cigar was too important to stop enjoying.

"That's a good lion," the hyena commented with a warm tone to his voice. Mavi could almost feel the delight in it. "And good lions inhale all their smoke, don't they?"

"They do,"

"That's right," Tap walked around to the other side of the room, taking care not to appear in the mirror's reflection. "They inhale it all to help get addicted to smoking nice and quickly. You want to be addicted to smoking, don't you?"

"I do," Mavi was sure that he was quite addicted already, but if Tap was suggesting that this was part of becoming a good lion, then he was not going to argue.

"Strong lions feed their addiction to make it as strong as they are," the hyena carried on. "They smoke as often as they can. They inhale as much as they can, and they do whatever they can so they can continue smoking. What would you like to do?"

"Feed my addiction," Mavi was no longer thinking about his words. Not with any conscious thought, at least. He spoke from the heart and as he heard the words come from around the cigar, it was almost as if a weight he did not know was there had been lifted from his chest. He now felt a degree of new found freedom.

"That's good," Tap replied with a smile in his voice. Mavi found he liked it when Tap was happy. He felt a pull within him that he wanted to keep making Tap happy. The praise for doing so was certainly enjoyable, and keeping the hyena on side often resulted in more cigars. More smoke. More addiction. The words continued to flow into his ears.

"Good, strong, obedient lions will do anything legal to keep smoking. No matter how disgusting, depraved, degrading, or humiliating, don't they?"

"They do," Mavi agreed. Of course they did. There was no logical reason to think of why they didn't. Even if there was, if Tap's words said that's what they did, then that's what they did. He could do those things too, if it would keep the supply of cigars coming. That would show the hyena, and everyone else, what a strong lion he was.

"And good, strong lions don't mind submitting to other folk, do they?"

"They don't," the words had never seemed so true. Even yesterday Mavi had been able to show this when Tim tied with him, and left him feeling so delightful and full. Plus there was the party tonight. Mavi was going to submit to the guests. He was going to be their plaything for the night. They were going to fill him while he smoked and fed his addiction like the big, strong, obedient lion he was.

"That's right," Tap continued, maintaining his gentle yet commanding tone, "so repeat after me. I am a big, strong lion."

"I am a big strong lion," Mavi slurred. The words were spoken around the cigar in his mouth.

"And big strong lions inhale all their smoke," The words were repeated back to the hyena, who kept out of sight but was grinning from ear to ear. "They submit and obey," there was almost no pause when it was time to repeat that line. "They feed their addiction in any legal way, no matter how depraved, disgusting, degrading, or humiliating they must be," Mavi sounded almost eager when repeating that line. "And I can do all of that because I

"I am a big strong lion," the lion said, in his slow, relaxed voice. "And big strong lions inhale all their smoke. They submit and obey. They feed their addiction in any legal way, no matter how depraved, disgusting, degrading, or humiliating they must be. And I can do all that because I

"Again," Tap commanded. Mavi obeyed. The mantra was repeated over and over again, until the lion had finished his cigar. A new one was handed to the lion and once it was ignited, the hyena made the lion continue repeating the mantra until that cigar was also extinguished.

"That's a good lion," the command came as another cigar was handed over for Mavi to enjoy. "Now you're going to back up from this relaxed state and back to your usual active self, but all the better for this period of relaxation. We have work for you to do for tonight. Wake up Mavi, it is time."

Mavi sat up in his chair, feeling quite refreshed as if he had dozed off for a while. He looked at Tap who gave him a warm and gentle smile in return. Popping the fresh cigar into his mouth and allowing the hyena to light it, the lion stretched out a bit before settling back into a comfortable position to watch himself smoke some more. While he occupied himself, Tap headed towards the door.

"I'm just going to fetch something for tonight, Mavi," he said as he made his exit. "Just sit tight and I'll be back shortly." Mavi nodded, he was already in his happy place in a comfortable chair and a cigar clamped between his teeth. He felt amazing as he sucked the smoke down into his lungs. Everything was right with the world, and before too long he was going to have an amazing night of fun. It felt like almost no time had passed at all before Tap reappeared, holding a large cardboard box and a whiteboard. The hyena opened the box and brought out some bottles of fur dye and an empty paint palette. It was the sort that Mavi might have used in school; a white tray made of a dozen compartments. Without a word, Tap put on some latex gloves and poured the dye into the compartments. A single section was filled with red, five with white, and the remaining six segments had blue dye poured into them. The hyena then pulled out a thin but wide brush that looked like a paintbrush from the box.

"Okay, Mavi," Tap said, gesturing to the bench with the palette, "it's time for the next stage of your prep. Don't worry, this bit you'll like. You see, we're going to have the guests play a little game. We're going to give them a way of earning some money off our services. They will be able to earn points as they play, and the one with the most points will be able to convert those points into coin to exchange in the club. The best bit, everyone's points will be totalled together, and that's how much you get to spend here.

Mavi's eyes lit up with glee as he thought about all the cigars he could smoke. However, there was one small question.

"How do they earn the points?" the lion asked, not surprising himself with how eager he sounded. Tap gave a small chuckle.

"It's a shooting gallery," he laughed. "We paint these colours on you, and they shoot their loads trying to hit the colours. Red is worth the most, then white, then blue. Anything unpainted isn't scored. Usually we only paint the face, but since you can spend your points in the cigar room, I thought I'd give you the option to have your whole body painted instead, well, the bits that will be accessible anyway. Yes, it means you might get a bit messy, but I'm sure a big strong lion like you will be happy for the chance to buy more cigars after the party." Mavi gave a daft looking grin around his cigar. Tap was giving him a chance to potentially earn a ton of cigars and all he had to do was wear a bit of colour? This seemed like the easiest way to gain cigars without just being gifted them. Without a moment of hesitation he gave an earnest nod.

"Sounds like a great game," he said, keeping his cigar clamped between his teeth as he started to strip naked once more. "Paint me up." Tap smiled that pleasing smile Mavi loved so much as he instructed the lion back to the bench. He then set to work in painting the dye into the lion's fur. His muzzle was given a nice shade of red, which streaked up his face and all the way to the top of his tail. Wide stripes of white were painted each side of the red, with blue stripes next to the red. It took a long time but when Tap was done Mavi wore the dye on his entire head all the way down his back and down the back of his legs to his feet. His arms were blue, while his bushy mane wore all the colours. With the job complete, Mavi was sent to take a shower to wash any excess dye from his fur. Feeling a little bit like a flag, the naked lion left the stub of his cigar behind and went back to the changing area to use the showers they had. By the time he had enjoyed a hot shower the dye had taken hold and as soon as he was dry again he returned to the smoking room where he found the tailors were waiting for him with a mound of leather strips.

"Your return is well timed," Tap exclaimed with a happy smile. "Your costume is ready. The tailors are here to fit it. They have gone for a full body dressing this time, which the strong lion you are should love." The two hyenas gave Mavi a surprised expression when they saw how he had been decorated, but they got to work at once. Two pieces of thick leather were placed on the floor and the lion was instructed to stand on them. The leather acted like shoes, as the tailors fed leather straps through pre-cut holes and secured his feet to them. Using a hand-held rivet device, they made sure all the strappings were nice and tight, and not coming off any time soon. More leather strips were attached to other parts of his body, and these were also riveted on. With both hyenas working hard, before too long a lattice of leather was starting to form all over the lion. Each piece bolted on, without a buckle or padlock in sight. It was all feeling rather permanent. The lattice continued up his entire body, and soon everything from toes to neck was covered in a mesh of leather, with D rings added to useful locations for extra security. It was very tight and felt a little awkward to walk in, but the hyenas had been smart enough to build in areas with enough slack to allow Mavi to kneel and use the bench. The lion knew one thing, however, it was not going to be coming off without assistance. It did, however, feel rather good to wear. The leather was tight, yet gentle; restrictive, yet giving in just the right places.

"This feels good," Mavi admitted with a purr to his voice. His tail would have swayed in appreciation had it not already been leathered up and attached to his collar.

"Thought you would like it," Tap smiled as he went behind his desk to check something. He gave the tailors a nod. "It's close enough to opening time. Finish the dressing." With a curt nod the two hyenas set back to work. One started working on a frame of leather for the lion's head, while the other started slipping a metal ring over the lion's privates. His sheath and balls were manhandled through it, and the ring was then attached to the rest of the full body harness with more straps. A small, ornate looking metal cage came next, which was put over his sheath. Locking pins located with holes in the ring, and with a click the two pieces became one. Mavi could feel he was being put into chastity but he found the hyena working on his head would not allow him to look down. A ring gag was placed in his mouth and secured to the head harness. Try as he might, the lion was not able to shift it. More straps were added around his muzzle to keep it clamped down on the ring. Before too long, Tap was giving a whistle of approval as he slipped the inflatable gag into Mavi's maw and inflated it to lock it behind the ring gag. The large feline was resembling something from a kinky horror film, with the chastity device showing obvious signs of being strained against.

The tailors took a couple of photos of their work before making their exit and Tap helped Mavi into position on the bench. The now familiar feeling of the straps being tightened and locked surrounded the lion who soon found himself immobile once more. The gag was hooked up to the large mirror and a cigar inserted into the holder as it had been last night. Within moments, smoke was filling the lion's lungs once more and Mavi was powerless to stop it. Not that he wanted to for he was more than happy to spend the rest of his days tied down and helpless, forced to smoke an endless amount of cigars. His excitement only grew as he watched the reflection of Tap move behind him, with a rather large, and well lubricated, dildo in his paws.

"The Outlands opens soon," the hyena announced with a smile as he rested the tip of the plastic phallus against Mavi's exposed anal pucker, "so we should probably get you ready for the main event. Get you all warmed up and ready, without the risk of

"There's a good, strong, submissive lion," Tap encouraged, his voice filtering into Mavi's bliss filled brain. "Another few minutes of this and then I must leave you so I can get changed and welcome our guests for the night." Mavi was not sure he could cope with another few minutes of the pounding his rump was on the receiving end of. He craved release, but the cruel metalwork over his sheath prevented his lionhood from even getting a hint of fresh air, nevermind the stimulation it needed to release the ever increasing frustration that was building between his legs. If this was what a skilled paw and a dildo could do in a few short minutes, tonight was going to be a very long night.

It was over all too soon, as Tap withdrew the phallus for the last time. Pausing for a moment to catch his breath, the hyena fetched a bottle of lube and squirted a fresh amount into the lion's rear before replacing the butt plug Mavi had worn when he arrived earlier that afternoon. The familiar feeling of fullness returned and started the big cat purring as he breathed smoke. Tap walked around to where Mavi could see him properly. He was giving the large, reassuring smile that Mavi longed for.

"Sounds like you enjoyed that," he chuckled. Mavi could only give a small nod and exhale some happy cigar smoke from his nostrils. "Good, you're such a good and strong lion, and you're going to have an amazing time tonight. I've got to go and get ready now. The room is monitored by plenty of CCTV cameras, so if you have an emergency just flail around as much as you can and someone will be here before you know it." The hyena pushed a small device into the lion's paw. "Though if you can't flail, press this panic button and someone will come running. Emergency use only, you understand." Mavi signalled that he did.

Giving the lion a quick and affectionate mane ruffle, Tap left the room, locking it behind him and leaving Mavi alone with his cigar and his thoughts. Looking at his colourful face in the mirror, Mavi pondered on the events that had led him down the path to his current situation. Friday morning had started in the same boring way it always had, with his self assurance in his being a top, looking forward to scoring some tail after work. It was now Sunday evening, and he was strapped to a bondage bench, his fur dyed in the colours of a target, wearing the leather equivalent of a Faraday cage, his own member in a cage of its own, about to be the meat in a very long and brutal gang bang while being forced to smoke an endless number of cigars. His anus twitched around the plug that filled him with anticipation of what was to come.

The Outlands' opening time could not come soon enough.