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The fire crackled merrily and chased away the shadows of the storm darkened night. The occasional rumble of thunder or flash of lightning were easily dismissed with the comforts of thick velvet chairs and the feel of a plush robe wrapped around a comfortable body. Allyan settled back a bit further in his chair and extended his foot paws out until they were almost being uncomfortably warmed by the fire. The lion sprawled out in the next chair opted to keep his paws tucked back away from the fire, but he looked just as contented. It wasn't often that the dragon got to spend time with the Head Master and even less often that he was able to speak candidly about his issues, problems and pleasures.

Taaken seemed to be listening without any visible interest. The great maned head was tucked down part way and only the gleam of the amber eyes let him know that the Master was still awake. Allyan didn't bother making excuses, instead he lazily described why he had chosen Lyon and what he'd been working on. The matter had been brought up by Taaken's annoyed demand to know why the Wind Steed had been summoned. The forbidden practice was forbidden for a reason after all and even the Masters had been told they were not to do it on campus. The annoyance had changed to bemusement and finally the old lion had gone quiet and allowed him to continue his explanations with the only noise coming from the storm outside and the occasional pop of the fire in front of them.

"You never petitioned me to go about this experiment." The bass voice was devoid of emotion and the gold dragon gave his head a shake. He had been here too long to be intimidated by the Head Master. Not when they had been friends for several decades.

"It wasn't something I thought you would want to approve of officially." He turned his head with a slow grin. "You have to admit that the apprentices are running wild, Taaken. I've been watching them cause any number of problems for the Academy because they believe they're untouchable. You have to admit it's become an issue."

The lion's eyes flicked up to him and he watched the subtle tension along the edges of the golden muzzle. "I won't deny you're right, but it seems you're taking this in the opposite direction of simply disciplining an apprentice."

Allyan leaned forward slightly and felt his lips curving up in a smile. "I am. Lyon is obedient and eager to please. He's not noble born and I've hammered into him since the first day that he is to obey. In another few years he'll be a Master to be reckoned with and entirely obedient. A new sort of wizard!"

"And if he decides that you are lying to him?" The lion shifted forward to push some of the wood about in the fire place. "I wouldn't be surprised if he found out that other apprentices are treated differently and then we'd have quite the incident on our hands. He may not be nobly born, but the school's investors will be alerted if it becomes public knowledge you're using him as your own personal toy."

The drake waved a paw in dismissal, "Bah. I'm not entirely using him as a toy. I'm careful to satisfy my own desires only after working with him on his magical education. I'd be foolish if I decided to just bring him to me day after day to abuse. As for him making a report..." The drake paused slightly and tapped a claw against the arm of his chair as he weighed the risk. "He'd have to make the report to my superior. The only superior that I have is you, Taaken."

"And I'd be hard pressed to cover for you!" The lion's deep voice came in a low growl. "So you can see my problem if I researched this problem and had to bring you up on charges."

"Why would you have to him anything was out of the ordinary?" Allyan kept his voice casual as he looked down at the fire. At least, he appeared to be looking at the fire. In truth his eyes were angled carefully to watch the older lion give a jerk in response to his question.

Taaken was a handsome specimen. Even with the look of shock on his face, he maintained an air of casual competence and authority. The deep golden fur was offset by the thick dark spill of his mane that framed his face and disappeared into his robes. He didn't look the handful of centuries he really was, he looked as if he had simply froze in his middle ages. The only greying that could be seen were the pair of streaks that rose from either side of his temples. The lion had stopped his aging with a carefully formed spell which had kept him at what he viewed as the peak of his life. He certainly was lovely enough and when the face matched the lean powerful body he had something of a reputation for causing students to have crushes on him.

"And what would you want me to say? It's hardly ordinary!" The lion gave his head a short shake back and forth. "Especially if he told me about the Wind Steed summoning."

"I think it would help matters tremendously if you would... ensure his obedience and turn him away from making such reports." Allyan plucked up a glass of wine and took a slow sip. "I'm sure you can think of one way or another to silence him. When I'm finished this young man will be a powerful Master, after all. The Academy could do with an obedient and powerful young man."

The great maned head tilted and he watched the amber eyes reflect the glow of the fire. The dragon felt a rush of smug satisfaction. He had the lion right where he wanted him! "I suppose so..."

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Lyon stared into the mirror set above his side table and saw his own shocked face looking back at him. His ears were flicked back against his head and the water dripped along the underside of his chin and made his fur bunch up slightly. He shifted slightly and then sucked in a breath as he felt the latest trial move inside of him. His master had forced him to impale himself on a thickened toy patterned after the dragon's cock. The base of it was swollen and then tapered down to force it to lock inside of his anal muscles. It was so large that he was able to feel each ridge and bump so that it was stimulating him every time he tried to take a step. It was horrible! Worse, it was arousing! That was the kicker.

The plug made his entire body respond to it as the ridges had been carefully positioned to rub right over his prostate. He had also been gifted with another ring for the base of his overly stimulated cock. It was a horrible trick set on the magic ring that caste an illusion over his loins so that they looked normal. He glanced down and saw the line of his pants laying flat and proper the way they normally would. He knew differently. Beneath the illusion he was hard. Every inch of his boned dark red cock was straining and painfully erect so that the brush of his pants created a new level of torment to him. He couldn't paw himself off to climax and, despite the 'gift' of being able to hid his erection, he couldn't relax from his constantly on edge state.

He had spent the last night tossing in turning as he vainly tried to sleep. Each movement pushed the plug in deeper so that he had tried to paw himself off desperately. He had been able to feel his paw wrapped around his girth, but no matter how hard or eager he had stroked, he hadn't been able to do more than push himself almost to the edge. His balls ached so badly and by morning he had given up on sleep and rolled out of his bed. The second day in a row that he'd been locked in this position. The second day that he'd been barely able to sleep and his pants had slowly been ruined by the constant drool of watery precum from his tip. It took every fiber of his being to stop himself from begging his Master to just let him cum. He knew that Allyan wouldn't give him any sort of release.

Lyon glanced at himself in the mirror again and stood back. He looked along his chest and stomach as he drew in a shivering breath and then sighed it out again. He couldn't keep going this way. He felt as if he were going mad! Not even his attempts to distract his mind in other directions worked. Allyan had sent him back to his room with several books to read and summarize. He knew he would be tested on them, but his mind refused to think about it. All he could think about was the aching desire and the way that his rump was stretched open. He lowered his head and drew in a shuddering breath as he grabbed the shirt lying over the end of his bed. It was rumpled and wrinkled from being worn the day before, but he didn't care. It was too hard to think and if he thought too much he wouldn't go through with it.

_I just have to tell Master Taaken what's going on. He'll know if something's not right. He'll know what I should do. _ Lyon thought to himself while he wriggled his way into his shirt.

That was his only hope. He was almost positive something was wrong here. Allyan always had a good reason for doing these things or at least he always told Lyon that he was trying to train him to focus on his work instead of distractions. But something wasn't right! It was embarrassing and outrageous that he was so often made to service his Master or forced to wear a ring to keep him from climaxing. And now he was forced to walk around with a plug forced beneath his tail. It was time he went somewhere else for answers. He wasn't going to ask the other apprentices. If this was normal, he could only imagine how they'd mock him for complaining. At least Master Taaken would listen to him and explain without making a fuss of things or making fun of him.

Lyon glanced in the mirror and made an attempt to smooth the wrinkles on his shirt. It was as good as it was going to get. With a shake of his head he turned and awkwardly walked out the door. He was finally going to get some answers!

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The Head Master's office was a source of legends for many of the students in the Academy. Some said that it was always different to deliberately make offenders afraid to return. Some said that it was positioned over a trap door that led down to the moat. Some said that there were strange creatures that lurked through the place and would attack any student that tried to sneak in. Lyon had heard a hundred different stories about the office, but he'd never been in it himself. He'd always tried his best to behave and to not cause any problems while in school. He couldn't afford to get sent away and he certainly didn't have enough influence to get himself out of any trouble.

He stared at the gold lined door and swallowed roughly. The little ocelot girl had chirped for him to wait in the antechamber before disappearing again. There were no chairs that he could sit in so he was forced to stand and fidget as he waited for the girl to come back. Not that he wanted to sit down. Sitting down was even worse then standing up at the moment. The plug would only be forced in deeper if he tried to sit, but standing made him feel his muscles clenching around it. Nothing was very comfortable at the moment. The best he could hope for was that this would all come to an end after talking with the head master. Then he could be a normal apprentice.

"Master Taaken will see you!" A spotted head popped out from the gold lined door and chirped to him.

"N-Now.." He trailed off and swallowed. He had assumed that it would take a few days before he'd be able to see the Master. After all, he'd just come to make an appointment!

"Yes! Go right on in, he's waiting for you." The little ocelot pushed the door open and gestured with a paw for him to go into the room behind her.

The white wolf stopped himself from protesting and forced himself to step forward. He was keenly aware of his wrinkled state of dress and the way his erect shaft was being rubbed by the front of his pants. At least the illusion kept the girl from noticing his aroused state. He swallowed convulsively and stepped into a room that was almost pitch black. His eyes tried to adjust to the darkness as the door behind him shut out the beam of light that had allowed him to glimpse opulent decorations.

The darkness was only broken by a small set of candles that flickered on a desk near the opposite end of the room. He was shocked to realize that there were no windows in the room. He turned his head to glance around to be sure, but he didn't even see the cloth of curtains that might have been blocking out the daylight. He couldn't quite make out anything except for shadows and hints of decorations in the candle light. The only thing he could make out for certain was the massive form of a lion looking down at his desk. The candle light picked out the gold of the fur and the slightly paler fur of the cheeks so that he stood out in the relative blackness.

Lyon had only seen the Head Master once. He had seen the regal lion when he'd come in and the man had addressed them all. He'd been younger then and the sight of the golden lion standing in front of them had made him feel a bit of awe. Taaken had read the rules and punishments in a deep rumbling voice and outlined what was expected of him. The lion had seemed to represent everything he had imagined a wizard would. The mixture of rich dress and strange runes that had been sewn into the robes in gold thread had made him think irresistibly of all the stories he had heard. Now he was struck once again with the calm air of authority and power in the feline. He swallowed a little bit and fidgeted as he came to the edge of the table.

"Young Lyon." The bass voice made him jerk and amber eyes rolled up to look at him. "From the Ninth Outpost as I recall. Famer born."

"Y-yessir." He stammered and felt his stomach tense up. He hadn't expected to be recognized immediately. Was Taaken making a comment about his childhood to make a point to let him know that he didn't have any influence?

"Not often that we get students from the Outposts." The lion leaned back in his chair and rested his paws on either of the arm rests. "Even rarer we accept farmers. I recall you were quite bright though."

"Yessir, I'm very happy to be here." Lyon firmed his voice up and kept his eyes fixed downwards towards the ground.

"I should hope so. Now, what should bring you here so early in the morning? It's the end of the week and most of your fellows are busy studying for exams and Allyan is not going to be pleased if you haven't been doing similar studies." The last was stated with a hint of disapproval and he felt his ears flush slightly.

With a deep breath he braced himself. He had to get it out before he lost his courage! "Sir, I wanted to ask about being an apprentice. I am so very honored that Master Allyan has agreed to take me on, but I had questions about it that-"

"That should be placed to you Master, young Lyon." The lion's voice was deep and sharp. "I'm not here to lord over my teachers or to answer frivolous questions!"

"I understand, Head Master, I truly do b-but.." He trailed off and steeled himself. "Master, the practices are strange. He wants me to d-do things and behave certain ways that have nothing to do with learning magic."

"Explain." The single word was cold and harsh. The young wolf nearly broke right then and there. It was stretching all of his courage to just make it this far!

"H-he wants me to perform for him. He won't let me pleasure myself a-and uses devices to keep me on edge. I'm not going to complain being given hard work, but I keep having to behave l-like some sort of w-whore." He stammered the words out as his ears burned hot red. Saying them he felt a moment of vindication. They didn't sound like petty complaints.

The regal feline's features wreathed suddenly in something very like outrage and Lyon felt even more assured. Surely the Head Master knew nothing about this! He knew something was wrong! "Young sir! This will not be tolerated!"

"Th-thank you, Head Master!" The young wolf wagged the tip of his tail and started to relax.

"Your Master has agreed to teach you and teach you he shall! I won't tolerate you disobeying him and cringing in here at a bit of embarrassment and discomfort!" The start of his wagging tail froze as the lion pushed himself up from the chair. "This is an old and esteemed school with Masters who have agreed to teach you everything they know! And you come cringing in here whining because you can't take a little distraction and an attempt to teach you discipline?"

"I-I didn't know i-if this was right." Lyon tried to stammer the words out and his ears flipped back against his head.

"I would expect this of the nobles who think they are better then everyone else, but I'll be damned if the son of a farmer is going to show himself unwilling to work." The lion stepped away from the desk as the outraged voice rose up in volume. "I have always taken on the lower born with an eye to knowing they will accept their work and succeed, but you seem to be wishing to prove me wrong!"

"I'm sorry! Forgive me!" Lyon yelped the words out and tried to get something more past the rush of panic he felt, when suddenly a hand gripped the back of his neck and gave a pull.

"You'll be sorry, wolf! Allyan has obviously been too lenient with you out of some mistake of softness." The grip on his scruff pushed forward as the large lion padded behind him.

"Please, Head Master, I didn't mean anything!" His voice whined out as he was suddenly pushed over the edge of the desk. The grip on the back of his neck tightened as he felt another paw hook just against the waist of his pants.

"Then you'll apologize to me, first, and then to your Master." The deep voice rumbled in his ears as he yelped out. His pants were being tugged down! "It's been too long since I've enjoyed one of our... apprentices."

Lyon trembled slightly, but not with fear, as the paw slipped the pants down just to the middle of his thighs. The moment they were down the fingers moved up to slip between his ass cheeks and jostled the plug that was pushed inside of him. His walls clenched down in reaction around them. His breath came out in a shuddering pant as the fingers on his scruff squeezed and kneaded to keep him still. The paw against his ass shifted until he felt the plug shifting inside of him. His cock throbbed against his belly and he stifled a groan as the plug was pulled firmly backwards. His silken muscles clamped down as he yelped out and felt the enlarged base being tugged against his straining anal ring.

With a slip popping noise the lube covered plug pulled out and dragged right over the rise of his prostate. His walls tried to clench around it, but close down on nothing while he panted shallowly. He felt stretched and exposed while his cheek was pressed down firmly against the stop of Taaken's desk. The fingers didn't stop teasing him as he heard noise behind him. He didn't want to know what was happening back there. His cheeks were burning with utter humiliation that he was being reprimanded this way. He could only imagine that he was going to be punished and then dismissed from the Academy.

"Now, show yourself grateful and beg me to fuck you like the dog you are." Taaken's voice lingered over the crude word and he squirmed in reaction to it. "Or you can tell me you'd like to be dismissed for your lack of discipline."

"P-Please, Head master.." Lyon gulped slightly as he felt something hot and slippery drag along the crease of his rump. He tensed up and let out a shallow cry. "F-fuck me."

"I said beg me." The voice came deeper and closer to his ears as the weight pressed down against the curve of his back. "Or do you want to be thrown out for being disobedient?"

Lyon swallowed roughly. He couldn't believe he was doing this, but he forced himself to speak. "Please, master, p-please fuck me. I deserve it. T-teach me a lesson about b-being obedient. I deserve it..."

The wolf managed the words in a stammering fashion as he felt the tapered tip dragging back and forth over his stretched and slippery pucker. Each word came out stammered and rushed as he tried to concentrate on anything except the fact the Head Master was pinning him down against the desk. A deep rasping purr came from the broad chest as the hips gave a slow roll and his next stammered attempt at begging came out in a yelp. The tapered tip suddenly pushed forward and slipped into his recently emptied passage. It wasn't the thickness that got him, but the feel of barbs tugging along the sensitive passage while he let out a sharper cry. It wasn't exactly painful, but he could feel the nerves being stroked over.

The hands moved up and slipped along his arms to grip right around the curve of his wrists and pinned them down flat against the desk. A low throaty purr echoed in his ears as the hips drew backwards and he let out a sudden cry as the barbs flared out and pulled along his passage. His walls clenched down in reaction and squeezed tightly while he shuddered and bucked forward against the desk. It wasn't painful, it felt incredibly good. He flattened his ears and shuddered as he gave a short buck forward. His shaft strained against his stomach while he lolled his tongue out slightly as he pushed backwards and felt a few more thick inches sinking inside of him. His walls continued to spread open wider and wider as he tried to gasp in air enough to apologize, but could barely do more the whimper shallowly.

"My my...Rrrph.. You do... love to serve.." The Head Master's voice hissed in his ears and one hand travelled down to suddenly wrap around his shaft.

Lyon let out a guttural cry and jerked forward as his overly sensitive shaft was teased under the fingers that teased from the tip all the way to the base. He couldn't stop himself from flushing a hot red at the teasing remark and could think of nothing to say against it. Not when his body was reacting eagerly to every touch of the male on his back. He gave a high pitched whine just as the hips suddenly slammed forward. The dark red shaft pushed inside of him all the way to the point that he felt the furred orbs clap right up against his own. His walls clenched in reaction as he tried to ignore the teasing paw along his cock. The fingers wrapped right around the sensitive knot at the base and gave a squeeze so that he shuddered and bucked himself backwards roughly. The moment he did he felt every last inch of thick leonine cock driving into his body and a deep throaty purr of pleasure and approval.

Taaken's hips rolled against him and he felt the balls grinding up against him again as a hot spurt of precum flooded out into his passage. His walls clenched down and forced the barbs to drag along his passage and right over his prostate until he felt his aching balls start to draw up between his legs. They stopped just short of the relief he wanted, and he helplessly started to hump forward into the hold on his cock desperately. The free hand moved to grip both of his wrists together and pinned them down against the desk. He arched his back up and felt another hot rush of precum drool out into his passage and he could feel it being pushed out and spilled down along his inner thigh. The lewd wet schlurping noises in time with the short hard thrusts.

His tongue lolled out and he squeezed his eyes shut as the tip suddenly burrowed in deep inside of him before jerking outwards. The barbs teased right over his prostate and pulled against the sensitive nerves as he tried to buck his hips up higher in the air. Each time the tip pulled back he bucked backwards trying to push it forward again while he felt the fingers squeezing tightly around his swollen girth. The feel of the fingers dragged around his tip and trailed down again keeping on edge as hot dribbles of pre continued to spill out of him. He balled his fingers up and felt his wrists tense around the paw that held them pinned. His legs spread open wider as the thrusts started to shorten into steady harsh claps of the balls hitting up against his own.

"Beg for it... beg for forgiveness.. "The harsh voice growled in his ear and the sound was primitive and guttural. "Beg.. for my cum, Apprentice."

Lyon's entire body shuddered as he tried to force himself past that edge. The constricting ring bit into his flesh painfully as he whined out and ended the sound with a sharp barking cry. His ears burned in humiliation as he tried to force himself to speak, "C-cum in me.. please.. I want your cum, M-master.." He panted out the words harshly as the hips hammered harder and faster. "Pleae cum in.. me.."

"Good... boy..."

The lion panted out the humiliating words as he started to buck his hips harder against the desk and hand. The fingers wrapped around his knot and squeezed around it, only increasing the incredible pressure that was starting to build up. Taaken's breathing came out in a harsh purr as the hips drove up tight against him and he felt the golden furred orbs pull up taut against his straining balls. The barbs dug in harder against his silken passage as the tip swelled outwards. Lyon let out a short harsh yelping cry as his back arched upwards and his entire body started to tremble. He could barely contain himself as he felt the throbbing pulses run along the passage from the base all the way towards the tip.

The first hot thick rush of cum erupted out of the tip in hot ropes that flooded into his passage. His walls clamped down tightly and started to squeeze in rippling pulls from the base to the tip. The wolf could barely contain himself as he uselessly tried to hammer his hips forward to push towards his own climax. Each time he started to reach towards his peak the ring tightened down so he was denied his orgasm. His balls kept trying to tense up to no avail as the hot washes spilled inside of him and he heard Taaken snarling down at him as the hips pushed up tightly. He could feel the sheath grinding right up against his spread anal pucker while he shuddered out in a last vain attempt to cum.

As the weight relaxed down against him, Lyon let out a frustrated cry. His head dropping down against the desk as every fiber of his being continued to throb with his rapidly pounding heart. His balls ached with the need to release while his cock remained stiff and erect against his stomach. He swallowed another cry as he flattened his ears down against his head and felt the Head Master pulling his hips back. The paw on his cock dropped away and gripped him on the ass as the golden furred hips pulled away and he heard a lewd slurping noise as the tip popped free from his abused hole. He barely had time to react to it when the paw clapped down in a sudden harsh spank against his upturned ass cheek.

"Very good, Lyon." The older lion's voice was a deep pleased purr. "I trust you know that you are to serve your Master or leave this Academy, yes?"

"Y-yes, Head Master." Lyon choked out the words and stood up shakily. His cheeks flushed with humiliation as he groped for his pants. The thick lion seed drooling along his white furred ass cheeks. It was a lesson he wouldn't soon forget.