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Chapter Four

The plush and luxurious room Mavi had been locked in was starting to develop a comforting haze of cigar smoke as the lion laid on his bench. The bonds holding him down were simple yet effective and he found he could only wriggle backwards and forwards a tiny amount. A dull ache had started to form in his jaw from the ring gag, but it was just a sign that he was tensing his muscles and needed to relax a bit. Deep and heavy hauls through the inflatable gag locked behind the ring delivered lungfuls of thick and intoxicating smoke from the large cigar attached to the other end of the hose the gag was connected to. The multicoloured submissive and leather clad lion Mavi could see in the mirror was a very different lion to the one he would have seen just two days before, This thought made him strain even harder against the chastity cage keeping him in check. He could feel the dampness of the ever increasing puddle of pre that was building up underneath him. All of these factors combined made the time Tap was away feel like a lifetime.

"The Outlands opens in five minutes," a loud announcement came over the tannoy system, making Mavi jump and nearly press his panic button. "Can all staff members please get into position. VIP events are being held in the Bondage Room, the Piercing Room, and the Smoking Room. All other rooms are available for play. Please remember the chef's special tonight is beef wellington and remind guests that our meals are for eating; we have a room dedicated to messy play if guests wish to partake in that." Mavi felt his heart flutter with excitement as he heard the Smoking Room mentioned. That was him. Though he did wonder what was going on in the other two rooms mentioned. The room fell silent again and Mavi was left alone with his thoughts and cigar once more.

The lion's thoughts were disturbed again by the sound of muffled voices outside of the door. His heart started racing with anticipation. This was it, the party was about to start and there was no backing out of it now. That moment had passed the second he had been strapped down. He clenched and relaxed against his buttplug a few more times, as if to remind his sphincter to relax for the onslaught it was about to endure. Looking at the reflection of the door in the mirror, Mavi waited to hear the click of the lock being turned. It was an agonising wait, but the sound did finally come, and the door to the Smoking Room was opened.

First to enter the room was a short and stocky looking bulldog. He gave a whistle of approval as he surveyed the room, and locked eyes with Mavi for a moment through the mirror. He wore nothing other than a black leather jockstrap and a bulldog harness across his muscular chest. He walked up to Mavi and stood alongside him while the others came into the room. He was followed by a tiger who looked like he had spent his entire life at the gym. Bulging muscles rippled as he walked, with some tight black leather chaps hugging his chiselled legs and showing off his very exposed and aroused member and large, dangling testes. A leather waistcoat finished the look. His face showed nothing more than hunger for the meal that was strapped down before him and Mavi wondered what that rather fearsome erection would feel like inside him. He shivered as he realised that he was soon going to find out. Next to enter the room was a panther, with fur as black as the dead of night. His bright blue eyes stood out in the sea of darkness. He was naked other than cuffs around his ankles, wrists and a collar. All of these were locked on with padlocks which jangled as he walked. He seemed to be the sub of the group, given a night off from being the bottom to have a chance at topping for a change. He was also the only average build that had entered the room so far.

"Look," the tiger said to the panther, pointing at Mavi, "a sub who is even more of a pathetic lump than you are." Instead of lowering his head like a normal sub would, however, the panther clapped back.

"Up yours," he growled, "you were just one hand off being the one wearing all this, and if I recall it wasn't me who was mewling like a thirsty kitten this time last week." The tiger threw a filthy scowl at the panther at that remark but said no more.

A very athletic looking Doberman entered next, giving a chuckle as the panther put the tiger in his place. He was lean with a very well defined set of abdominal muscles that were curtained by a leather waistcoat. Like the bulldog, he also wore a leather jockstrap, which allowed his little nubbed tail to be on display as it wagged with obvious excitement. He stood on the other side of Mavi, as the room started to look a lot more populated.

A short but aged looking otter entered next. His sleek fur was a deep brown with a peppering of grey and he carried himself with the air of someone who was very aware of their own importance. He was well built, despite his age, and the fact he wore nothing at all gave Mavi the sense that this beast knew that he did not need to accessorise with leather. He was enough all by himself.

The final guest to enter was a large horse, with tawny brown hair covering his body. He wore a cross harness over his torso, and nothing else. His large and flaccid member swayed as he walked with a confident air into the room. He looked down at Mavi, also locking eyes with the lion's reflection. He stopped, cocked his head for a moment and then gave a laugh. The lion's heart sank. He knew this horse, and if he had known that this would be who he would be submitting to, he might have given greater consideration to agreeing to be the piece of tail for today's party..

"Mavi?" the giant creature laughed, "is that you?" The horse walked around to look Mavi in the eye without using the mirror. "Oh my stars, it is you! Of all the people I expected to see here tonight, in this position, I would never have guessed it would be you." Mavi could do nothing other than exhale a cloud of embarrassed smoke and wish the ground would just swallow him up. His cheeks felt hot with humiliation. Yet despite all this, the straining against his cage was even more fierce than it had been.

"Is this going to be a problem?" Tap asked as he entered the room and closed the door behind them. "I can find a replacement if you would rather not go to town on someone you know."

"Don't even think about it," the horse replied as he reached down to cup Mavi's chin in a teasing fashion. "I own the company he works for and I've been longing to get a piece of that tail ever since he started working for us. He always came across as a top, though, so I never even asked. Had I known he was a bottom, I'd have been far less professional much sooner." The hand left Mavi's chin go, and a finger gave him a gentle boop on the nose.

"Even so," Tap replied, walking up to Mavi and crouching down to meet his eye level. "Consent works both ways." He looked Mavi in the eye, giving the lion one of his reassuring smiles. It felt good to have Tap look at him like that, and the bound feline was given a sense of reassurance. "Now, Mavi, you remember what we spoke about earlier? What big, strong lions do? Blink three times if you want out, or give me a large exhale of smoke if you're happy to continue."

Mavi's mind raced. He was debating on if he should let his boss' boss rearrange his guts. Every logical part of his being was screaming at him to abort the night. Go without the delicious smoke filling his lungs, just for one evening. He could always come back tomorrow. He looked into Tap's eyes and one line kept filling his mind, as if suppressing the logical parts. Good, strong lions feed their addiction in any legal way, no matter how depraved, disgusting, degrading, or humiliating they must be. He was a good, strong lion. He could earn so many cigars by staying. Free cigars. Who cares who it was that was railing him? Besides, the horse had already seen him like this, and that chastity cage had never felt so tight. With a lung busting inhale through his gag, Mavi blew a large cloud of smoke from his nose. Consent was given; the party could begin.

"There's a good lion," Tap whispered as he stood up. He turned to address the group. "Right, you all remember the rules? You're free to use and abuse the meat, but his gag stays in."

"And we go from smallest to largest so we can all experience that sweet, tight tail without someone ruining it for the rest of us," the tiger added, casting a glance at the horse. This elicited an amused chuckle from the group.

"Can't help being bigger than you weaklings," he replied.

"The red zones score the highest, and you're free to leave and sample the other available rooms during your visit," Tap continued once the jeering the horse's words caused died down a bit. "Drinks are available at the bar and you can bring them in, but you are not allowed to take your cigars or pipes out of this room. All guests must be smoking in order to remain in here, though I will allow you some time before I demand you resume smoking once you finish a cigar or a pipe, and if you start to feel queasy take a break outside of the room for a few minutes. With that refresher done shall we get some smokes lit?" An enthusiastic cheer signalled that everyone was ready to get the party started.

It only took a few minutes before everyone was sitting on the comfortable chairs that littered the room, laughing and joking around as the room filled even more with a thick haze of cigar smoke. Tap replaced Mavi's cigar before inviting the otter to be the first. The lion felt his buttplug being tugged at, as the otter tried to open the passageway to his pleasure with one paw while lubricating himself up with the other. It took some pushing from Mavi and pulling from the otter before the bung was pulled free and the comforting feeling of fullness went away. With scant regards for the meat's comfort, the otter lined himself up and pushed in.

Mavi moaned as he felt his sphincter be forced open as the otter inserted himself. It was not the smooth and gentle entry Tap had done with the dildo. Instead it was rough and needy, and the cigar smoking riverdog was fast to build up an aggressive rhythm of short hard stabs. He did not feel as large as the dildo had been, but what the otter lacked in size he made up for with enthusiasm. With his large cigar gripped between his teeth and using the lion's leather latticework for leverage, the short and narrow mustelid cock tore through Mavi's back passage with reckless abandon.

"He's so tight," the otter hissed in what sounded like blissful pleasure as he panted out cigar smoke. "It's like he's never been taken before."

"We promised some fresh meat," Tap replied with a smile, as he checked everyone had enough to drink, "and The Outlands will always deliver on our promises."

"Damn, this is too hot," the tiger said, getting up from his seat and standing beside Mavi's face. His erection was almost close enough to swat the lion across the cheek. "I need to score some points, I want to win!"

"Not before I do" the bulldog growled and dashed over to stand on the other side of Mavi. The lion watched, helpless to do anything as two erections pointed right at him and paws started to work the shafts. He knew how this was going to end, and his face was not going to stay cum-free for long.. The otter ploughing his rear had settled into a fast but more comfortable groove and Mavi found he could let his focus drift to what was happening in front of him.

"Careful," Tap warned the bulldog. "You're up after the otter has finished. You sure you want to shoot your load before you've taken your first turn?"

"Not an issue" the bulldog grunted around his cigar. "We've been taking supplements for months. Recovery time will be negligible, and we can produce enough spunk to sink a battleship." Using his free paw he took his cigar out of his mouth and tapped the ash off into Mavi's mane. The tiger did the same, and using the bound lion like an ashtray seemed to fuel his desire. It also fueled Mavi's and he wished his cock could be free and get the attention it was crying out for. Watching the smoking pair in the mirror as they tapped their ash on him made him feel like the very meat he was supposed to be. He was no longer the proud top lion Mavi, he was an object; a plaything for the amusement of the superior cigar smoking males he was there to be used by. They were free to smoke, but he was forced to. They were free to move around, while he was strapped and locked down. They were free to use their cocks, while his was locked away. He was a living fleshlight, an ashtray, and whatever else they needed him to be and he had never felt more turned on.

It did not take much longer before the otter started with his more frantic thrustings, slamming himself against the lion's rump. Mavi's grunts matched the otter's until with a large exhale of cigar smoke, the otter exploded inside the feline's bowels. That did it for the tiger, and with a guttural roar, he sprayed his seed all over his target. Long and thick strands of cum gave Mavi the first facial of the night. Tap inspected the damage.

"Most of it landed in the blue zone," the hyena said, making the points on the board. "Better luck next time." The tiger tapped more ash into Mavi's mane before wiping himself clean on the lion's exposed arm fur and returning to his seat. The bulldog gave up on the front end and turned his attention to the rear as the otter withdrew himself from the meat he had been breeding. Already quite frustrated after having been beaten by the tiger, the stocky dog wasted no time in taking advantage of the well lubricated hole before him. He was larger than the otter and while Mavi's muscles were now more receptive to allowing entry there was still some protesting at the force used as the canine buried his bone. The lion gave a pained moan and almost choked on the lungful of smoke he was inhaling. There was no time to relax or adjust as the thrusting began straight away, with long and fast movements that felt like they were ripping through his innards. The grunts from the dog were ragged as he worked towards his climax.

"Don't you dare knot him," the Doberman shouted as he tapped his own cigar into an ashtray and took a sip of his drink. "I'm not waiting around for you to deflate enough to pop out safely, I'll just take you instead."

"So, close," the bulldog growled as he bit down on his cigar, almost hard enough to slice through it. The knot was bouncing off Mavi's tight anal ring with enough force that Mavi could feel its resistance beginning to give way. When he had agreed to be the meat at today's party, he had expected to be brutalised but this was rougher than he had anticipated. He hoped the horse would be more gentle as he had never taken anything that large before. He looked at the bulldog in the mirror. Dressed in his harness, the dog looked so hot with his cigar clamped in his maw, ash falling onto the lion's back just by the force of gravity as the rough mating took place. Being tied to this brute of a top felt desirable all of a sudden. He relaxed his anus as much as he could but while the knot knocked, it refused to enter.

The grunts and growls from the frantic canine started to become whines of frustration and Mavi could tell that time was running out. If he wanted that knot inside him, he had to act now. He tried to control his breathing, using every ounce of self control to relax his ring as much as he could. Then, with the tiny amount of movement he had available, the lion pushed himself backwards to match an inward thrust. An anus splitting pain caused him to roar in his gag as he felt the knot push past his defences and slip inside. A relieved howl behind him was followed by the sensation of the second beast emptying themselves into his rear.

"Oh for crying out loud," the Doberman shouted, sounding very cross. "What did I just say?" He got to his feet and went up to his fellow party member.

"I heard you," the tied mutt replied, panting around his cigar and signalling to Tap for some lube. "I was trying to avoid tying, but it just slipped in." He squirted a generous amount of the lubricating gel on his fingers and applied it to his own rump. While Mavi could not see it, he assumed the dog was fingering himself. Wiping his paw on the lion to clean it, the bulldog rested his arms on Mavi's back to present himself to the Doberman. "Get it over with then."

Taking the bottle and covering his shaft in a good amount of the slippery contents, the large Doberman lined up and slid himself into the smaller bulldog. Both animals moaned in unison and Mavi felt the force of the new addition to the mix as the knot inside him pushed in a little further. It felt so good to be filled so much and he knew he had made the right choice. Now he was a part of a canine/feline sandwich, with a hot dom being the filling. It was an unexpected, but not unwelcome, turn of events. The Doberman was less needy than the bulldog had been and was far more willing to take his time to really drag things out, much to Mavi's delight as the knot pistoned a little in his bowels with every thrust.

"I've got to bust another nut," the tiger exclaimed, getting to his feet and walking over to Mavi's face again. "This is way too good and I'm horny as Hell." He stood in the same place he did last time and started working his shaft again. This time the horse joined him, standing on the other side of the bound lion. Mavi felt that the horse could knock him out should he ever decide to cock slap the lion but instead he just kept the flared head point at Mavi's face as he stroked himself.

Without warning, the bulldog started to do something which surprised Mavi somewhat. He started to push back against the Doberman's up thrusts. Not only did this elicit some delightful sounding moans from all three animals, but it also started to pull the knot backwards against Mavi's ring, giving it a little testing stretch each time. This seemed to spur the tiger and the horse on as they started to work faster. Even the otter and the panther came over and joined in, standing by the lion's sides to mark his back with their fluids. The trio of breeding beasts were making a cacophony of noise. The Doberman was moaning with pleasure, his knot starting to rub against the bulldog's backdoor. The bulldog himself was moaning with need, like he wanted the knot inside of him. Mavi had heard noises like that from those he had given a good rough mating to in the past. His own moans were tinged with pain, as the knot lodged inside him got ever closer to being pulled out. As painful as it was, however, it felt good. Pleasure in pain like he had never felt before. Their groans were lusty and filled with an unwritten language of sexual brutality.

"Damn it," the bulldog gasped as he pushed back just far enough for Mavi to feel like the huge bulk of dog meat inside him was about to come flying out. "Tie me already, or I'm going to knot-pop this lion." It was not an idle threat, as with every backstroke Mavi could feel his anus being pulled further and further open. It hurt a lot, however it also felt amazing as he was stretched far beyond his known limits.

"That would be so hot," the tiger moaned around his cigar. It was obvious to all that he was getting close. Tap walked into Mavi's view, standing between the lion and mirror. He knelt down to meet Mavi's eyeline. Jets of ragged smoke blew over his face, but they were ignored.

"You're doing well, my big strong lion," Tap said, filling Mavi with a sense of pride and happiness as his rump was being torn apart. "I'm not sure you're ready to be popped yet though. However, it's your choice. If you are happy to be knot-popped, give me a sign." Mavi had never shown such an enthusiastic agreement to something in all of his life. He gave some frantic nodding, blew a huge cloud of smoke from his nose, and even gave okay signs with his hands. Every fibre was screaming at him to allow the bulldog to pull out, to stretch him so wide he would be walking funny for days. He did not want the knot to be pulled from him; he needed it.

This aggressive amount of agreement was enough for the horse. With a loud whiny he exploded with the pressure of a firehose, semen blasting into Mavi's face with enough force for some splashback to land on Tap as he stood up. Cigar smoke jetted from the horse's nostrils as he panted in post orgasm bliss as wave after wave of cum sprayed over the lion's features, glueing his eyes shut and coating his entire face with seed. Once the flow had stopped, the horse tapped his cigar ash onto Mavi's now soaked face and went to sit back down.

Mavi tried to open his eyes when he felt a back thrust pull against his ring that little bit too far. With an ear-splitting roar of pain the lion's ring gave way and the knot came flying out. This was followed in an instant by the Doberman cursing and the bulldog howling. He felt more semen hitting his face, this time from the side the tiger was on, and at the same time he felt wetness splattering against his back. He guessed that everyone had just shot at the same time. The Doberman was shouting at the bulldog, demanding to know why he had pushed back so far. It sounded like they had tied and, unlike the bulldog, the Doberman was far less happy about knot-popping his partner.

Giving some heavy pants around his gag, Mavi felt his anus close as much as it could. He could feel it was less than happy about being abused that way, but despite the pain, it had felt as wonderful as he had expected. However, there was a lingering and painful feeling and he hoped that there would be a short break before the next cock entered him. There was a moist feeling trickling down his legs and he knew that his abused hole would be leaking from all the semen that had filled him. He felt something give his eyes a gentle wipe, just enough for him to be able to blink them open. Tap was holding a tissue, and standing back up and moving away to update the board. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, Mavi could see how covered in horse cum he was, with some additional splattering of tiger seed on his face. It was thick, wet, and clung to his fur. It would take some washing off, he was sure of it. If anything, it was doing a good job of glueing all the leather he was wearing to his head. On the plus side, it was a high-scoring shot, putting the prospect of many cigars right in Mavi's lap.

The tiger tapped his cigar ash on the lion's face, just as the horse had done. The long and thick columns of ash broke up but stuck to his fur. If he had felt like an ashtray before, now he was starting to look like one. Looking in the mirror Mavi could see Tap walking behind him and examining his rather stretched rump.

"Bit puffy," the hyena said, locking eyes with the meat through the mirror, "but no sign of damage. You'll be good to go again soon." He gave Mavi an approving look and gave the smile that made Mavi feel like a kitten when he saw it. "You do look good as an ashtray though." The lion felt himself straining in his chastity as he heard Tap's words. Maybe if he was a good ashtray, they might use him more like one. He gave an audible purr which the tiger seemed to pick up on for he took one of the now rather filled glass ash receptacles and took the expired cigar butts out. He then walked up to Mavi and dumped the contents over his head and face. The lion's seed could have exploded from him there and then if the cruel metal around his junk was keeping him in the state of denial. This was a new fetish to add to the list. The tiger laughed as he saw Mavi's reaction to this.

"I think our meat is in to ash play," he called to the group. They all laughed but the otter seemed to be inspired. As Tap was replacing everyone's cigars, the riverdog started to gather up all the expired ones and soon had an ashtray filled with them. He then started inserting them, one by one, inside the sore ring of the lion. With all the dog cum leaking from his anus, Mavi's rump offered very little resistance to this and it did not take long for each cigar butt to be well lubricated and pushed deep inside the lion's bowls.

"There," the otter said with a satisfied smile. "He's a real ashtray now. Let's just use him for the rest of the night."

"Just make sure you stub them out properly first," Tap warned, "the meat is not to be branded tonight." Mavi could not help picking up on the word 'tonight' but was given little time to ponder over it as the tiger had grown tired of waiting and was now already moving the otter out of the way so he could take his turn at abusing the lion's hole.

"Let's see how deeply we can push the butts into his colon," the striped feline said with a predatory growl as he inserted himself into the meat presented before him. Mavi gave a grunt as his abused anus did almost nothing to prevent the anal intrusion. The tiger was big, but not quite as girthy as the bulldog's knot. However, unlike the knot, the tiger's girth was matched by his length, as inch after inch of tiger dick pushed its way inside of the smoke-exhaling lion. Everyone else came and stood around Mavi, with the exception of the Doberman who had pinned the bulldog over a table and was trying to get his knot to deflate enough to come out, It seemed that the group had taken the otter's idea to heart, for every flick of ash was landing on the lion. It was almost like they were looking to bury him in the stuff. Paws were also working shafts again as the secondary game was still afoot and the horse had taken quite the lead. They would have to work hard and have a good aim to even come close to beating him.

Mavi paid no attention to them, however, as his mind was filled with tiger dick and the feeling of it thrusting in and out of his weakened backside. His anus, long past any sense of resistance, felt sore and gaping. It was a good feeling of soreness, however, and was not the agonising pain he had been expecting. If anything, the sensation was almost pleasurable. Looking at his reflection in the mirror he could see the tiger behind him, muscles rippling and the orange fur contrasting against the black leather waistcoat. The cigar clamped between the tiger's teeth as his face contorted into expressions of ragged effort just completed the look and if the tiger had said he wanted to keep the lion as a pet, Mavi would have agreed to it in a heartbeat. This was no longer about wanting to hear Tap's words of encouragement, or even about feeding his addiction; something had woken inside of him and turned him from a fervent dom into a submissive kitten, and Mavi was loving it.

"These cigar butts feel really weird," the tiger commented around his smoke as he pushed into the meat with full force and vigour. "Not bad, weird, but they scratch a bit." That did not stop him from pounding in and out of the lion strapped down before him.

Mavi was having his world rocked so hard that he was forgetting to regulate his air properly. He figured Tap had deliberately left his nose free so he was not just inhaling pure smoke throughout the duration of his time in bondage, as that would be bad. Even cigar sluts need fresh air from time to time. However, any thought of breathing in through his nose was long gone and every lungful was taken in its entirety though the gag. It did not take too long at all for the lack of oxygen to start taking effect. As smoke displaced air more and more, the lion meat could feel his head getting lighter, as if he was no longer part of his own body. His mind felt as if it had been suspended in a pool of liquid and was floating around inside his skull. It felt good, euphoric even. It heightened every sensation and filled him with a level of bliss he had never experienced before. Deep and heavy inhales of hot smoke forced their way down his throat, and powerful exhales pushed smoke from his nose and the tip of the cigar. In a state of extreme bliss, Mavi's vision started to fade as he felt a powerful orgasm rush through his chaste member..

The next inhale sent a shock through Mavi's system. The smoke was gone and a rush of fresh air hit him like an express train. His body took over and sent the lion into a violent coughing fit, the likes he had not experienced since being introduced to cigar smoking those few days prior; his lungs working to expel any smoke left in them. It tore at his throat, and the gag in his mouth was deflated and removed at speed. The ring gag was unable to be removed and Mavi could feel how painful his jaw actually was with every cough. This had caused his muscles to tense up, which brought the tiger to climax. Mavi almost failed to notice the warm seed being pumped into him, as his senses came crashing back down to Earth. As he recovered and his vision returned to normal, he saw Tap flicking ash on to his muzzle, and holding the cigar that had been attached to his gag.

"I think that's enough smoke for you, for the time being," the hyena said with a small grin. "I don't need you going all hypoxic on me tonight, thank you."

"Does this mean we can use his mouth as well now?" the otter asked with a lusty grin on his face. He climaxed on Mavi's back, but only scored in the blue zone. "It would be nice to be able to use him properly."

"The panther, maybe," replied the host. "If the meat consents. I don't think he's ready for ass to mouth yet so if the rest of you want to use him, you'll have to go wash your junk first." He turned to the horse with a grin. "And somehow I don't think you'll fit through the gag."

Mavi lay there and pondered for a while. Was he really ready to suck a dick? Until yesterday he had considered himself a top, and would over ever take another male's penis into his mouth as part of a scene with someone who was going to be the bottom. He was not a greedy lover and ensured that the other person left happy. It was a rare thing, though, and now he was in a position where he could be opening himself up to a whole host of oral. Then again, he had done that much anal before now either and that had been going very well indeed. Besides, he had agreed to be the meat for tonight's proceedings. He might as well go all the way. The decision was even easier to agree to when Tap knelt down beside him and gave him some encouragement.

"You've been a very good lion so far, Mavi," the hyena said in his gentle yet commanding voice. "I'm so very proud of you. If you consent to allowing them to use your mouth as well as ass, I'll make sure you are handsomely rewarded for it. Give a thumbs up if you agree."

"I am a big strong lion," the words came back to Mavi and circled in his brain. "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 am a big strong lion." The thumbs up was given.

"Good lion," Tap said as he got up. "The meat has consented. Both ends are now open for business."

"Good news cuck," the tiger said to the panther, "looks like you'll be getting to play with the meat after all." The panther swished his tail and gave the tiger a scowl, but said nothing. He helped Tap move the mirror back a little, grabbed a fresh cigar, and then started to insert his length between Mavi's lips. The ring gag made this easy, so the lion started to use his tongue to entertain the oral intruder.

"Finally!" came a shout as the Doberman managed to break free of his tie from the bulldog. He wasted no time in taking place behind the meat and inserting himself in the awaiting ring of flesh. This elicited moans from the tied down lion as he felt in rump being brutalised again. Unlike how he had been with the bulldog, this time the thrusts were hard and fast. The knot was swelling again and Mavi could feel it pushing against him. It seemed that the supplements mentioned earlier were taking full effect, as there was no sign of any fatigue on the dog's side.

The panther had managed to adjust and was now hilting into Mavi's muzzle, the cock hitting the back of his throat and almost triggering his gag reflex. The two friends managed to match their movements in and out of the lion. All Mavi could do was moan in pleasure around the cock and his gag. He was being spit roasted for the first time in his life. What had he been doing all this time, when he could have been doing this? Riding the wave of a nicotine high, with two cigar smoking doms going to town on him. If there was a Heaven, it was being here, right now, sandwiched between the feline and canine.

A sudden pain shot through his lower back as the Doberman's knot pushed inside him. He roared around his gag only to have the cock in his mouth go even deeper and cause him to gag.

"Yea, choke on it, meat," the panther jeered before looking up at his smoking buddy. "Do that again, it felt amazing." The dog obliged and pulled his knot back out. Mavi roared again and was forced to choke on cat meat once more, much to the black cat's delight.

Tap gave Mavi a concerned look but the lion gave another thumbs up to reassure him. With a shrug, the hyena stepped back and allowed the lion to be knotted and knot popped while choking on panther dick. It did not take too long for the painful pleasure to just become pleasure again as Mavi's hole loosened from the repeated knotting and soon his bowls were feeling that warm sensation flood inside them as the Doberman shot his load. The panther pulled out and sprayed the lion's face with seed, scoring well in the red zone along his muzzle before putting his cock back into Mavi's mouth so the lion could clean it. The taste was bittersweet, but not unpleasant and Mavi slurped it clean as best he could. Tap updated the scoreboard. The horse was still in the lead but others were catching up.

The hyena then went to check up on how Mavi's anus was holding up. He gave a satisfied nod before allowing the horse to take his turn. Mavi could still see himself in the reflection, and he could see the beast of an animal behind him. Other than the cross harness, the stallion was naked and now he was erect, the slab of horse meat between his legs looked even more daunting. He had almost forgotten that this was his boss' boss, and was now more focused on how he was going to fit even the tip inside him, never mind anything else. The fact that the horse was more of a shower than grower meant very little; he was still enormous. The flared tip was intimidating, but not as much as the girth and length.

"Put his gag back in," the horse said, looking over to Tap with a look of lusty greed in his eyes. "I want Mavi to be hauling smoke while I break him." The panther gave a dismayed shout at this request, much to the amusement of the rest of the group. Tap obliged the request and inserted the inflatable gag back into Mavi's open maw. With a few pumps it was filling the space behind the ring and forcing the lion to either breathe through the tube or through his nose. With the help of the tiger, the mirror was put back and the hose attached to the cigar adaptor on its frame. Before long, the thick and rich tobacco smoke was snaking its way down Mavi's windpipe and filling his lungs once more. Everything was right with the world again.

"Just remember to breathe through your nose occasionally," the hyena muttered into the lion's ears. "The horse is going to be a tight fit, but you're a good lion, and I know you can take it. Especially now you've been stretched out a fair bit." Mavi gave a thumbs up to show he understood and braced himself. He watched in the mirror as the horse applied a lot of lubricant to his massive shaft, and then even more to Mavi's exposed and gaping tail hole. Some large fingers went in to coat his insides. First two fingers, then three. With a grin plastered on his face, the horse then tried for four. There was a little resistance, but not as much as Mavi expected there would have been. The fingers seemed to be probing his insides, getting ever deeper. His ring was getting another form of abuse and being fisted was not what he had anticipated, yet here he was. The wriggling felt strange, and nothing like he had experienced before. Then, with a jolt of pain, the thumb joined the fingers and the lion's hole swallowed the horse up to the wrist.

"Not bad," the horse said, sounding rather impressed. He left things how they were for a few moments before easing his hand out until just the thumb had emerged before easing it back in again. He repeated this for a good few minutes, adding more lube after every second or third entry. The speed was also increased a tiny amount every time until the fist was almost ram-raiding the lion's anus. Slurping sounds came from the now very stretched and abused hole as the very well lubricated channel accepted the horse's hand without hesitation. By now all the others had once again circled around Mavi and were hard at work painting his body with their semen and racking up points on the scoreboard. Even with the chastity stopping his erection, the lion climaxed for a second time that night.

"I think he's suitably warmed up now," chuckled the horse as he withdrew his hand for the final time, wiping the excess lube along his member. Mavi, now feeling the most empty he had felt all night, watched as the stallion lined himself up and rested the flared tip of his cock against the willing anus before him. Tap handed him the largest cigar Mavi had ever seen and once it was lit, the horse eased himself forward.

The roar of pain that happened as the flare forced itself inside the meat would have caused the emergency services to be called in any other situation. The horse was big. Too big. Mavi's mind reeled, looking for ways to get away from the massive rod that was impaling him. The restraints held firm and the lion could do nothing to escape the flare pushing its way into his body. He screamed, he moaned, he cried out, but he could not get away. All thoughts of using any form of safe word or his panic button were obliterated by the sheer distress of his lower zones. The horse was gentle and slow, but that did not help.

"Mavi," Tap spoke, kneeling down beside the lion's face, "listen to my words. You're a big strong lion, and you're not feeling any pain. This is pleasure that you're feeling right now. An excessive amount of pleasure, do you understand?" The hyena's ear's flattened as his words did not seem to get through.

"Don't worry," the horse said, flicking his tail as he pushed about half his length into the distressed lion. "I've taken a fair few virgins in my time, and they all go through this phase. I've not damaged anyone yet, and I don't intend on starting tonight. Trust the process."

"If I don't see a change soon, I'm going to have to stop the session," Tap replied with obvious concern on his face and in his voice. "He might be nothing more than meat to you, but he is a valued customer for us and while he is fine to break in, I don't want him actually broken."

"He's also one of my best employees," the horse responded with a snicker. "I have a lot more to lose by sending him to hospital than you do."

None of this conversation registered with Mavi. All his focus was on trying to relax around the monster inside of him, and trying to remember to breathe air once in a while. He was starting to get light headed again only this time he could not tell if it was from taking in too much smoke or by almost having an out of body experience to try to escape the pain.

The cacophony of noise continued for a good few minutes as the horse eased himself into a gentle pistoning motion inside the lion's bowels. The pain started to subside as Mavi grew used to the size of the horse penetrated deep within him. The shaft was smaller than the flared head, if only by a little, and so long as the flare was buried in places where there were fewer nerve endings, the trussed up feline felt he could deal with the rest. Not with any ease, but as the new normal settled in, the journey was much less of a distress to his system than the start had been.

After about half an hour, Mavi was getting into the swing of things again. He was able to match his breathing to the gentle thrusts of the horse and moaning with pleasure in all the right places. Tap was able to do a swift replacing of his cigar with a fresh one during one of the exhales and Mavi was able to get the hyena to notice a hand signal which indicated he was happy for the horse to go a bit faster and harder. Something which did not need communicating twice.

By the time the horse had finished brutalising Mavi's rear and overflowing his guts with a horse semen enema, the others had all racked up impressive scores and covered the lion nose-tip to tail in cum and cigar ash. The withdrawal of the enormous organ prompted another scream as a lightning bolt of pain shot through his body, but Mavi felt okay once it was out. A torrent of seed gushed from his anus as it was no longer able to close, kept open and gaping from the pounding it had just received.

The tiger and the otter manhandled the panther to kneel down in the puddle of semen and start rimming the lion. A task the panther seemed to take little enjoyment from but Mavi rather enjoyed. It had been a while since he last had his ass eaten and it seemed like a pleasant reward after what he had just endured. All too soon the tongue lapping at his anus went away as the tiger pinned the panther down into the flood of cum and rolled him around in it until his whole body was as covered as Mavi was. The panther, to his credit, just let it happen without fuss.

"That's what you get for making me endure multiple horse showers," the tiger said with a smug smirk when he was satisfied. "See how you like trying to get it out of your fur." The black feline got to his feet and grabbed another cigar. He allowed Tap to light it, drawing the smoke into his mouth and pushing it out over the tiger's face.

"Don't think I won't escalate this the next time you lose," he replied, wiping the grin from the tiger's mouth as the otter got to work inserting all the fresh cigar butts into Mavi's rump. He found he was able to fist the lion with ease, and so took to placing the butts deep into the lion which caused the meat to have his third ejaculation.

The rest of the night was a blur of dick, jizz, and cigar ash for Mavi. He was already exhausted after the horse had finished with him, but the hours seemed to roll on. He was used and abused many more times, even having to take the horse for a few more rides. It got easier with every attempt and by the time the night was done the massive beast had been able to go all the way to the hilt and slap his balls against the lion's chaste ones with every thrust.

When the call came that The Outlands would be closing soon, the activities wound down. Tap tallied up the final scores and it came to no surprise to anyone that the horse had won. The otter started to reach inside the lion to fetch as many cigar butts as he could out from within the depths of his rectum, finding he could fist the lion up to his shoulder with such ease that Mavi could only moan with pleasure. The arm was a little longer than the horse cock, but much less girthy, even at its widest point. Four ashtrays were filled before the otter ran out of time and had to head to the showers.

"Thanks Mavi," the horse called as he departed. "I'll let your boss know you're taking some bonus paid leave. Have a week off." He gave a small chuckle as he walked out, calling over his shoulder. "You're probably going to need it to recover. Oh, and when you return, you'll have a nice gift from me on your desk. I'll want to see you in my office at least once a week from now on. It's time I started getting a bit less professional at work, if you catch my drift." With a good laugh, he exited the smoking room.

"You're to go straight to your locker," the tiger instructed the panther as they walked out. "No showering for you until you get home. I want you to wear that jizz for as long as possible." The panther made no attempt to reply as they headed out.

"Thanks for being the meat tonight," said the otter as he watched the rest of his party exit the room. "You were a great lay, and a fantastic ashtray." With that he followed the others to the showers, leaving Mavi alone with Tap.

"Well, that happened," the hyena laughed as he refreshed Mavi's cigar and watched as the exhausted lion sucked the smoke down deep into his lungs. Are you ready to be released from the table yet?" Mavi gave a hand signal to the negative. Instead he pointed at Tap and then behind him. "You want me to have a go too?" the hyena said with surprise. A thumbs up confirmed he was correct with his interpretation. "Well, I'm not meant to pleasure myself with the guests..." He looked at the disappointed look on Mavi's face. "But since I'm now technically off the clock, and I guess technically tonight you've been staff rather than a guest, I suppose this once wouldn't hurt."

Mavi gave a smile as he felt Tap enter into him. Despite all the cum and cigar ash sticking to every inch of his fur and leather bindings, he had been shown a very good time. He hauled deep breaths of cigar smoke and closed his eyes, enjoying the rough sex Tap was delivering for the final time tonight.