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For The Very First Time

Conrad was not sure what brought him back to the seedy, run down bar on the road out of town. It was far from his usual type of drinking establishment. From the outside it looked a bit like the sort of bar that might find itself the host of rowdy bikers every night, but instead the patrons were a very different type of clientele. The bar was far enough out of town that walking was not an inviting prospect, yet the lion had found that the drink was cheap enough to not want to drive there either. A quick jaunt in a taxi was the solution to allow him to enjoy an evening of hard drinking without having to worry about how he was going to get home.

Thinking about it, Conrad realised he had been lying to himself. He knew the exact reason he was returning. Last time he visited he had managed to score some rather entertaining tail. He had not planned to score that night but the situation had presented itself, in more ways than one, and who was he to pass up on an opportunity that dared him to take it, even if it was with an older male?

The taxi pulled up outside of the dilapidated looking building. It almost looked like it was closed, but a large horse standing by the door looking at his mobile phone signalled that the bar was open for business. The horse was dressed in brown suede chaps, a leather harness, and a bulging black jockstrap with red lining. A cigar larger than most people would consider reasonable was clenched between his teeth, with trails of blueish smoke rising from his nostrils every now and again. He paid the arriving motorcar no heed as he tapped the screen.

“You sure this is the right place, boss?" the driver asked, looking at his lion passenger with some confusion. “I can take you to a more reputable bar if you want."

“Nah, the drinks are cheap here," Conrad replied, paying the racoon his fare. “I've been once before, so I know what to expect." Stepping out of the taxi and shouldering his bag, he waited until the car was out of sight before stripping out of his t-shirt and stashing it away. He remembered the bar's no shirt policy, and if it gave him the chance to show off his rather impressive torso, he was not going to argue with the rules. Satisfied he was now dressed in the proper manner, the large and imposing lion walked past the distracted horse and entered the bar.

Inside was just as he remembered it. An aged and rather faded pride flag hung behind the bar, looking just as dirty and unloved as it did the first time he had visited. The same Labrador bartender was serving a rather aggressive looking goat, who had a very naked stoat on a short leash. A red leather collar was padlocked around the stoat's neck and the leash was nothing more than thick chain which looked more like it had come from a hardware store rather than a shop that specialised in accessories for the homosexual male. The goat himself was dressed in no more than a set of leather trousers and some large, well polished boots. If the flag did not make it obvious who the bar was catering to, the variety of males in various states of undress combined with the amount of leather garments being worn by more dominant folk did.

The scent of leather, sweat, cigar smoke, and sex drifted into Conrad's nose. Aromas that brought back memories straight away. They were good memories, and still rather fresh. If he was lucky, he would empty his bank balance on filling his belly with a good deal of alcohol, find a nice bit of tail, and get to go back to his motel happy. If luck was not on his side, there was always the booze.

Occasional moans from submissive creatures having lewd acts performed upon them in open view drifted from the various corners of the large and open plan space where comfortable sofas and long tables provided the perfect space for less than subtle heavy petting. The sounds formed part of the package that made this drinking hole stand out from the others.

Once the goat had taken his pet to a table out of the way, Conrad approached the bar. The Labrador barman appeared to recognise the lion and gave him a knowing wink. He gave the bar a quick wipe down as he addressed his customer.

“"Welcome back Conrad," he chuckled, giving the lion's neck some attention. “I see you survived your encounter with Kyrios and his lion." He gave what seemed to be an envious wag of his tail as he chatted.

“I expect you've already heard all about it," was the coy reply as Conrad avoided giving the barkeeper the gossip he was fishing for. “I'll take a beer though, please." The dog set to work getting the lion his drink, making sure to turn around and bend down much further than needed to fetch a glass from the store. His tailhole was again filled, with the end of a buttplug clear on display and not at all hidden by his jockstrap. Conrad still could not decide if this was a uniform he chose to wear, or was forced to. It was a cute arse, though, even if the Labrador was not Conrad's type.

“You'd be surprised how discrete that tiger is," the barman said as he filled the glass with the pale amber liquid. “He's not the sharing type."

“Figures," Conrad muttered, handing over his payment card once the beer was delivered. Sitting on the same bar stool he had sat on during his first visit he took a deep draught of the refreshing, cool liquid. “I'm sure the photos and videos of my last visit have been circulating."

“Maybe in private," the Labrador said, seeming to be keen on the conversation. “But not so much on the public forums. It's an unwritten rule that what happens in the bar, stays in the bar. I have no power to stop folk sharing what they've seen here, but this is somewhat of a safe space for the kinksters around these parts, and they're smart enough not to draw too much attention, lest we start becoming attractive to the less desirable types."

Conrad had to admit this was something he had not considered. He had found the place by chance and if he had not been rather keen to get some drink in him, the dilapidated appearance would have had him try elsewhere under any other circumstance. This was the only bar in this town that allowed anything like the open display of carnal pleasure he remembered enjoying on his last visit.

“That said," the barkeep continued with a wry grin, “I have had a good number of horny subs asking if you would ever come back. You might have somewhat of a fan club. You might not have won the challenge, but you certainly won their hearts."

“Good to know," the lion said with a grin. Maybe tonight was going to be a good night after all, if one of his so-called adoring fans turned up and was able to turn his head. The evening was still young, however, and the beer was flowing, so there was plenty of time before thinking about how the night would end. Why wish it away, when the evening can vanish into a drunken haze and then see what happens?

The evening passed by in reasonable peace. Few doms came by and struck up conversation with Conrad, remembering him from his first visit, and quite impressed by how long he had lasted. They offered some tips on how he could have won, but most of them were seeking guidance on how to last longer. If they had not been keeping the beer flowing, Conrad might not have been quite as willing to entertain their conversations, but it seemed foolish to bite the hand that brought the drinks in. Some more submissive types also tried their hand at scoring, but none of his so-called fan club had shown up. Or so he thought.

It was when a random beer appeared in front of the lion did Conrad raise any questions. He was alone at this point, and had been pondering heading back now he was in that comfortable head-fuzz. Still in control of his faculties, but tipsy enough to know he had been having a good night of drinking.

“You have a silent admirer," the Labrador barman said as he set the drink down under Conrad's nose. “He paid for this drink after Kyrios led you away with the instruction on giving it to you should he ever be in the bar when you are."

“Oh?" Conrad said, a little surprised. He had been half paying attention to those coming in and going out, and not seen anyone who seemed to pay him obvious attention. The barman gave a small nod towards a booth at the back of the bar. Conrad turned to see who the mysterious benefactor was. Sat alone in the booth was an ocelot. The small feline looked rather out of place, being thinner than the rest of those who frequented the bar, wearing some very short jeans shorts, pink and white striped long stockings, and unattached sleeves of the same colour that started from his just above his elbows and down to cover most of his paws. This was in contrast to his tawny fur and covering of dark, blotchy rosettes. There was no bondage gear on him at all and it was very clear to Conrad why he had been left alone in this den of leather enthusiasts. The ocelot's feminine frame seemed to crumple with embarrassment when he realised Conrad was looking his way. Giving his lips a rather lusty lick, Conrad picked up his drink.

“Best go and introduce myself then," the lion said as he got up from his stool, “it would be rude not to thank him in person."

“Give me a wave if you need a taxi," the barman chuckled, showing the large feline a paw bent in the shape of a telephone. Nodding and taking a quick slurp of his beer to avoid spilling any as he walked, Conrad made his way to the booth. Placing his drink on the booth's table, he stood next to the vacant seat opposite the ocelot.

“This seat taken?" he said, before squeezing himself into the padded seating area without waiting for an answer. It was a bit tight and short of space, but once in, the lion found it was comfortable enough. He looked at his new drinking partner, who had the expression of pure fear, delight, shock, lust, and embarrassment all rolled into one kaleidoscope of emotions. He took a long draft from his drink, he looked the smaller feline in the eyes and gave a large smile.

“Soooooo," he said, taking his time to elongate the vowel, “I hear I have you to thank for this beverage?"

“Y, y, yes sir," the ocelot stammered. Conrad gave his muscles a little flex, which did nothing to help the flustered cat sat opposite him. The lion grinned as he watched the eyes of the small feline dart to all the moving muscles, watching as the cat seemed to get lost in them. He was sure that if he was wearing a shirt, his new friend would be undressing the large feline with his mind.

“And what should I call you?" The simple question seemed to snap the ocelot's focus back to reality. Conrad could almost feel the wave of embarrassment crash over his drinking partner. The smaller cat almost seemed to try to shrink behind his own glass of long-nursed beer.

“Anything you like, sir," came the hesitant reply. This was not the answer Conrad had been expecting and he cocked an eyebrow at the feline, giving a quizzical expression.

“I mean, what's your name?"

“Femi, sir," Conrad had to wonder if the ocelot called everyone 'sir' or if this was a title that was being reserved just for him. Or perhaps the cat saw the lion as a dom and wanted to please him? Whatever the reason, it was a bit weird. However, it was harmless enough, so if Conrad was to be called 'sir' in this conversation then who was the lion to take that away from the smaller cat? It seemed to make him happy, at least.

Femi was fidgeting in his seat a little, as Conrad pondered his thoughts. It looked like the smaller creature wanted something, but was either too shy or too embarrassed to ask. Had the ocelot not pressed a lot of the lion's buttons, Conrad might have found it rather frustrating, but the spotted cat did buy him a drink and was also rather cute, so if the lion needed to be the one to take the lead, then take the lead he shall.

“Well, Femi", he said, his smile growing ever wider, and a little more dominant looking, “folks don't usually buy someone a drink unless they want something, and in a place like this, I think I know exactly what you're after." As he spoke, he shuffled down in his seat a bit and made a not-so-subtle show of undoing the flies on his trousers. Needing no further instruction or invitation, the smaller feline seemed to almost vanish from view, sliding down under the table as if the ground had just swallowed him up. Nimble fingers were then attacking the lion's crotch, fishing out the tasty treat which lay hidden behind the fabric that hung around Conrad's waist.

At first, the fingers were teasing and coaxing the lion meat to fully emerge from its hidey-hole, but soon the licking started. The tongue was just as teasing; the rough muscle lapping over the sensitive tip and soliciting quiet and approving murmurs from the lion. Just as the warm breath started to feel like it was about to envelop Conrad's shaft, a thud came from the underside of the table, followed by a not-too-quiet wince of pain.

“All right," Conrad said with a small chuckle. “That will do for now. Up you come." There was some shuffling before Femi reappeared, rubbing the top of his head. It was difficult to not take pity on the small ocelot. “A booth is just too small for this sort of activity," the lion continued with a grin. He gave the wave to the Labrador behind the bar, who responded with a nod. “Why don't we continue this at my motel room?"

The smaller cat's eyes lit up at this suggestion, and he reached down to fetch a small rucksack from under the table. Conrad squirmed his way out from the table and put his junk away. He expected the ocelot to also be standing, but instead the cat was rummaging around in his bag. With a somewhat sheepish expression on his face, and his ears laying flat with obvious embarrassment, he pulled out a pink leather collar and leash set and held them out for the lion to take. The collar was nothing special, other than having a D-ring at the front with a small bell attached, and a locking buckle for keeping it in place once it was done up. The leash was quite long for a leather one, with a simple clasp at the end. In a bar filled with black leather, the combo stood out as being quite unique.

“Please sir," Femi asked, holding his neck out. His voice quivered, almost as if he was begging. “Ever since I saw you get led out of the bar, I've dreamed of being treated the same way. It was so hot watching the leash clip on and having the big tiger tugging on it as he walked you and the other lion out of the bar."

Conrad did not hold that memory in quite the same way, and it was somewhat of a hazy memory. Still it would not hurt to grant the smaller cat his request, so with some fumbling he managed to buckle the collar around the ocelot's neck. The bell jingled as the feline moved his head around, almost like he was testing to see if it was on too tight. Just before Conrad could attach the leash to the D-ring, the Labrador bartender came over. He collected the now empty glasses from the table, took a quick look behind the ocelot's neck, and pushed something small and metallic into Conrad's paw. He gave the confused lion a quick wink.

“On the house, and your taxi is almost here," he said as he made his exit.

Conrad looked down to see a small padlock and a single silver coloured key on a chain had been handed to him. A memory of a collar being padlocked around his own neck flashed into his mind for a brief moment. With a grin, the lion knew what he had to do. With movement more swift than even Conrad knew he was able of, the small padlock was through the collar's locking buckle and with a satisfying click, the collar was now a permanent fixture around the ocelot's neck.

“The collar stays on until you've earned your freedom," the lion said, paraphrasing what the tiger had told him on his previous visit. The smaller cat's ears drooped, but the tent in his shorts strained harder than ever before. Conrad slipped the chain around his own neck, wearing the key like a necklace. He had to admit it felt good to have claimed his stake on the small cat. In a trice he had the leash clipped to a D-ring and was giving a gentle tug to encourage the smaller feline to start walking. With a surprised squeak, the collared cat followed the lion out of the bar, much to the amusement of the other patrons, who all cheered and jeered at the sight of the ocelot being led out of the bar.

“Enjoy the next two weeks of not being able to sit down," one voice called out as the pair walked past. “That lion's going to tear you apart!" Conrad could almost feel the heat of embarrassment radiate from the smaller feline as they made their way to the door, though the relentless bulge in the short shorts let everyone know the ocelot was far from upset at being the centre of attention for once. They made it out to the car park just as the taxi was pulling up. The large panda squeezed behind the steering wheel gave the pair an eye roll and waved them inside. It was obvious that this was not his first time seeing this kind of activity come from the bar.

It was not a long ride back to the motel where the large lion was holed up. As the taxi drove down a long and narrow gravel track, the ocelot's eye widened as the motel area came into view. This was not the seedy, run-down style of rest stop Conrad assumed Femi was used to. This place was clean, well lit, and instead of coarse and dilapidated bedsits, guests were housed in rather spacious log cabins. The small cat's expression gave Conrad the impression he had not seen such opulence before, and so close to his semi-regular drinking establishment. It was a far cry from the bar they had just come from.

“You're living here?" the dainty feline asked, more through a gasp than anything. Conrad gave a warm nod.

“Just for a few days," he admitted with a grin. “Business trip, so I figured I might as well mix business with pleasure." He gave the taxi driver instructions on where to park up before paying the fare with a handsome tip on top. The panda seemed to be rather appreciative and gave the pair a wave of farewell as they climbed out and stood before Conrad's temporary home. With the pink lead in his paw, Conrad gave the signal to start walking and he led the ocelot inside.

The log cabin was nothing more than a glorified and spacious studio apartment, with a small but comfortable bathroom hidden at the far end. However, it had all of the lappings of luxury that a beast could want, with a good sized kitchen area in one corner, a large king-sized bed and sofa not far from the bathroom door, and a well stocked bar near the front door. A table and a couple of chairs were pushed up against one wall, with a television mounted to the wall opposite. It was the sofa that was to get the pleasure of being used first as the lion threw his bag down beside it and sat himself down, sprawling out as if he was trying to take up as much of the space as possible. Without even being instructed to, the ocelot knelt down on the floor between Conrad's legs, looking up at the much larger feline before him. It was a sight for sore eyes.

“Your top is still in your bag?" the lion asked, realising they both still were topless. Not that this bothered Conrad all that much. Any chance to show off his muscular frame was a good chance, and it would take a long time to get tired of the smaller cat's thinner, more feminine body.

“Yes sir," came the reply as Femi slid his bag from his shoulder and placed it on the floor in front of him. He rummaged around and pulled it out. It was a white crop top, with pink accents around the cuffs of the sleeves and the collar. Conrad leaned forwards and unhooked the leash, setting it down to one side.

“Put it on and give me a twirl," was the next instruction as Conrad started to settle into his role as the dominant one in this pairing. “I want to see how you look in it." His tail gave an idle twitch as the ocelot fumbled with the fabric for a few moments before sliding into it. The short covering only just came down to below his ribs, with the midriff on full display to anyone who was watching. Conrad's tongue licked his lips with hungry anticipation as the short feline stood up and put on a little show for his master for the night. The bell attached to the collar jingled as Femi performed, doing more of a sultry dance than a twirl. Not that Conrad minded, he was more than happy with the show being put on for him. Pulling out his phone and telling the ocelot to pose with his arms behind his head, the lion snapped a photo for posterity. The automatic depth of field filter had kicked in and made the ocelot stand out, looking quite slutty. He showed Femi the picture and the cat gave a small, embarrassed sounding squeak of approval. A couple more swipes and soon some quiet rock music started to play. Nothing too heavy, but enough to give the cat something to dance to. After a short spell of feline hip gyration, Conrad was ready to move to the next phase.

“Lovely," the lion said with a lusty purr in his voice. “Now, how about a little strip? You can keep the sleeves and socks on though." He gave an approving growl as the ocelot's dance started to turn into a strip-tease. First some left shoulder was shown while the smaller cat had his back to his temporary master, then some right shoulder was teased. With a swift and fluid motion, the shirt came off, revealing the short fur of the smaller feline's chest in all its glory. This was enough for Conrad to start to undress himself. The display was pressing his buttons, and if there was a time and a place for anything, then it was here and now.

As the lion made himself naked, stashing the key for Femi's collar's padlock in one of his pockets, the ocelot was doing the same, pushing a thumb into the waistline of his jeans shorts and revealing a hint of undergarment. After a little bit more dancing, the same was done on the other side, showing a little bit more. All set in time with the music. Just as the song was building up to a small crescendo, the shorts were removed revealing some tight fitting pink boxer shorts. They looked almost like they were made to measure, and did a perfect job of framing the ocelot's pert and well rounded buttocks. As the small feline danced around to face the lion, Conrad gave a little approving growl at the way the undergarments were tight enough to show a rather fine looking bulge pressed up against his new friend's crotch. The fabric pushed against the flesh and drew things in a fine outline. Some more erotic dancing followed before the grand finale of the song which signalled the end of the show and the big finish. The pink underpants came off, and the ocelot dropped to his knees between the lion's legs.

Before Conrad could even invite him, Femi had taken the lion into his mouth and started to deep throat his partner. It was all Conrad could do to keep his toes from curling with need. The feeling of the soft mouth enveloping his manhood was exquisite and the way the ocelot used his tongue gave the larger lion an indication that this shy and unassuming feline was far more of an experienced cat than he had given the impression of being.

Feeling that he was getting closer than he would like at this stage of the proceedings, the large lion went to push the ocelot from his cock but the small femboy feline was already one step ahead and stopped sucking on the shaft before him, instead he started to lick up and down the shaft as if he was licking a rather flavoursome ice lolly. Special teasing attention was given to the tip, holding the base with both paws to both keep himself steady and provide that extra bit of stimulation without being too exciting.

“Yea," the lion muttered with an unsteady breath, “get it nice and wet for the next part." The ocelot obeyed the instruction and was soon slobbering all over Conrad's manhood. The warm saliva felt exquisite as it cooled against the slight chill of the evening air. It pressed buttons the lion had not felt like had been pressed in far too long. With a grunt of effort, he swept the Ocelot off his feet and carried him over to the bed.

Tossing the small feline onto the mattress as if he was a plush toy, Conrad grabbed a small container of lube from his bedside cabinet and set to work preparing them both for the onslaught that was to come. Once he was satisfied that both his own tool and the waiting hole were suitably slick he grabbed the ocelot's legs and heaved them high into the air. The tight ring of flesh winked at him, as if inviting him in. It was not an invitation that Conrad needed to see twice.

With a swift adjustment to ensure his aim was true, the lion pushed forwards and inserted himself into the anus before him. A gasp escaped his lips as the tight pucker gave way and allowed access, the lion's shaft ploughing its way into the ocelot's body. The small cat yelped at the speed of the intrusion. There was no soft and gentle entry. It was a rapid, if not forceful, thrust.

The inches slid in, one after the other, until the lionhood had been sunk in its entirety. Conrad could tell Femi was working hard to try to relax and regulate his breathing. The muscles rippling along his shaft gave it away. With a grin, the lion started to pull back. This time he went as slow as he could muster. His barbs scratched and scraped along his partner's anal cavity, causing the small feline to squeal and squeak with pained moans. Just as things were about to fall out, the rod was shoved back inside. This time there was a force behind it. Not too much, but enough to elicit more noise from the top end of the ocelot's body.

“Scream if you want to go faster," Conrad said, lust dripping in his voice. He pulled back with the same amount of force, causing the scream he had asked for. With a thrash of his tail and a small roar, the lion set to work. Femi had wanted to be treated like the other lion in the bar had been? Well, he was going to get the whole treatment. The only thing missing was the cigar gag, but no one was going to miss the smell of cigar smoke permeating the cabin.

As tempting as it was to ruin the small feline, Conrad regulated his loins. The speed of thrusts were measured to give both creatures the biggest thrill within the confines of the ocelot's apparent lack of experience. While he might be skilled with his mouth, the lion could tell that a blow job was as far as Femi would get. While he was not as inexperienced as a virgin, the hole was still very tight. Millionaire still shopping at a budget supermarket tight. It felt amazing as it surrounded Conrad's lionhood but he knew he could not go quite as wild as he had with the random cigar smoking lion he had encountered the other week.

After a good few minutes of solid pounding, the lion fancied speeding things up a bit. The soft buzz of alcohol was wearing away and the evening was fast becoming a late night. As nice as it was to get some tail in an evening, there was too much to do tomorrow to let things go on all night. Being careful to preserve his own stamina, Conrad picked up the pace. Taking the build up of speed slow and steady, he started to work faster and faster. The long thrusts became more like pointed jabs as his hips moved with more urgency. The movement stimulated his most sensitive areas, like a million soft fingers caressing him and bringing him ever closer to the orgasm he sought.

The howls and moans coming from the small cat as the pace increased sounded like Conrad was tearing him apart, though at no point did the feline ask for the larger beast to stop or slow down. Instead, once the lion had found a rhythm he could maintain, he could have sworn he heard the ocelot panting for him to go harder and faster. Or was he just lost in the moment?

“Do you want me to slow down?"

“Don't… you… dare!" Femi replied, panting hard. His eyes rolled back in his head and his cock sprayed seed out all over his chest and face. Conrad gave a snort and set upon the blotchy cat with renewed vigour. The time for being careful was over; the ocelot was into it and it was obvious he enjoyed rough sex. If he liked it rough, the lion and his barbed shaft could deliver.

The accelerated pace quickened further until penis pistoned in and out of anus in a hard and fast fashion. Barbs scraped with savage ferocity against a willing and accepting tunnel. This was no longer just a run-of-the-mill rough fuck, this was raw and brutal sex. If the ocelot was inexperienced when he started, he was going to be far more experienced by the time the night was done.

Before long, Conrad could feel the tell-tale signs that he was getting close. The tightening of his balls came as the feeling of fluid moving inside of him spread. He could slow things down and regain his composure and keep things going even longer, or he could go hell for leather and ride the wave of passion to its conclusion. The latter option won out. If the smaller cat could still walk afterwards, they could go for a round two later on; tomorrow's business be damned.

Knowing the end was near, the lion redoubled his efforts. His hips pistoned as he thrust his lust into the ocelot, causing the smaller cat to writhe and moan; ecstasy in audio format. The larger cat's grunts and snorts soon reached the point where they were able to drown the ocelot's voice out. With a loud roar, Conrad hilted into the willing hole and filled it with his fluids. Throwing in a couple of extra thrusts for good measure, the lion withdrew himself, which caused some screams from Femi as Conrad's engorged barbs scraped the ocelot's sensitive insides. Both cats paused for a few moments, panting and enjoying the afterglow.

“That was something else, sir," Femi sighed once he had managed to get his breathing under control. He scooted over and gave Conrad some room to join him on the bed. It was a silent invitation that did not need to be given twice. The lion settled down, laying on his back; his erection taking its time in deflating. Femi took the opportunity to pay it some attention, With long, slow slurps, the ocelot licked the shaft clean, before taking the whole thing into his mouth. He soon had the lion back up to full strength, but both felines knew that they needed to rest a bit before any proper action could occur. This did not stop Femi from his lazy bobbing on Conrad's member, eliciting a satisfied growl from the lion.

After a pleasing while of this, Conrad used the collar to pull Femi away from his crotch and into a cuddle. He wrapped his big strong arms around the smaller feline as their bodies pressed together. They stayed locked in a silent embrace for a while before Conrad started to play with the padlock attached to Femi's collar.

“You know," he muttered, “I said you'd get your freedom when you've earned it." Femi gave a small nod as a reply so the lion continued. “But I've been thinking. Do you have anything that ties you here?"

“Not really, sir," came the reply.

Conrad broke the cuddle and both felines rose to a sitting position on the bed. Clambering off for a moment, the larger cat fetched the key to the padlock from the pocket of his discarded clothes. Returning to the bed, he reached for Femi's small paw and put the key inside it, balling the ocelot's paw up around it.

“I think you have earned your freedom, but now I give you a choice." Femi cocked his head at Conrad's words, looking rather confused. “You can either unlock the collar and we have a nice night together. Maybe even a round two if you're feeling up to it. Or, you can hand the key back, and allow me to take you home."

“Wait, what, sir?" The ocelot's eyes widened and his ears flicked with surprise. “Like a partner?"

“More like a pet," Conrad replied. “I live in a nice enough place, so you'd be expected to maintain the house, pull your weight with the chores, and service my… needs. I can even teach you to cook so you can make dinner every now and again, and you can try to earn your freedom again, should you wish to."

“I can wear a pretty pink maid's outfit when I'm cleaning, sir?"

“If you so desire," Conrad chuckled, watching as Femi's face lit up as he took the lion's words in. The small feline looked down at the key in his paw, back to the lion, then back at the key. There was silence for a few moments before the ocelot gave a wry smile.

“I've made my decision, sir," he said. In a slow, deliberate motion he put his arms behind his head, key outstretched. Conrad listened as the sound of the padlock's barrels engaged. There were a few harsh wriggles, but soon a clicking sound happened. Femi reached out and took Conrad's paw, and placed the chain into it. Conrad waited for the weight of the padlock to join it, but it never came. He looked down and saw the top of the key resting in his palm. The rest was broken away and left inside the lock.

“There's nothing for me here, sir," Femi spoke in almost a whisper as Conrad processed what the cat had done. “I am more than happy to be your pet, slave, cum dump, and whatever else you need from me."

Conrad pulled the smaller cat in for a large hug. They fell on the bed with the lion on top. He was still in a bit of shock over what Femi had just done, but the gesture was appreciated. If for any reason things failed to work out, a set of bolt cutters would make easy work of the padlock, and Conrad could ensure the ocelot was taken care of.

“Looks like we'll have to return to the bar tomorrow, so I can get some tips on keeping a pet," the lion said, grinning from ear to ear. “I'm sure that tiger will be able to give me a few pointers. In the meantime, have you recovered enough for a second round?"

Femi said nothing. He wriggled under the lion until he had slithered down the bed and attached his mouth to Conrad's shaft again. Seemed like the ocelot was more than ready to go for round two. With a smile, the lion let Femi work his magic. It was going to be a night of very little sleep, and the start of a new chapter for them both. With any luck, it would be a very enjoyable chapter indeed.