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The Kia pulled into the parking lot of the Lux Hotel, one of the finest, if not the finest, hotels in the city. Never in a million years could William himself hope to afford a room here. He slid into a parking space, and then they got out and headed for the entrance. William smiled and made a show of holding the front door for Pebble.

"After you," he said, gesturing.

Pebble smiled and made his way into the lobby. He approached the more private elevator which required a key to work. He inserted his key into the lock reserved for guests and turned it. There was a beep, a short wait, and then the doors slid open. He got on and waited for William to join him. The squirrel stepped aboard with him, and Pebble punched a button. The doors closed and away the two of them went, zipping up countless floors 'till they finally reached the lion's floor. He stepped off and led the squirrel to the room. William, his hands stuffed into his pockets, a sign that he was anxious, followed the lion without talking, and soon enough they were at the door to the room.

Pebble inserted the room key and the door swung open. It was a pretty typical fancy hotel room. Once they were inside, William walked past Pebble and into the room proper. The lion's features flickered slightly and he smiled at the squirrel.

"And now, my dear squirrel, you will submit to me," he said with a tone of utter convinction. "Strip."

William was in the middle of marvelling at how fancy everything when he heard him speak. "Hm?" he said, turning to face him. He blinked. He chuckled. "Strip? Submit to you? What...?" Nevertheless, he was already unbuttoning his shirt.

The lion watched in an approving way. "My dear William," he said, his voice still carrying that tone of complete and total seriousness, "I am more than a simple lion. I am a dom as well. A fellow like yourself, always having to be in charge, always having to carry things on your shoulders... I know the weight it can be on you. Got to be the best officer you can be, got to be the best lover you can be... the best son... the best friend... the best. So much weight."

Willaim slid off his shirt, letting it flutter to the floor. He was very athletic and has a taut chest and very firm stomach, apart from a slight bit of pudge, a result of the onset of middle age. He'd been meaning to work it off at the gym, but somehow, it had never come up. He sat down on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes, then stood and nodded as the lion spoke. Indeed, he often found the responsibilities of his job hard to shoulder, but he wasn't one who cracked under pressure easily so it never really got him down.

Pebble went on. "But in here, you are to be one thing; the best submissive. I take your burden from you and free you from it for a few hours. Here, dear, you are mine."

The lion was already pressing close against William's body, caressing, stroking, those teeth nibbling. Each movement was carefully measured. He didn't move a finger without moving it to cause some reaction from the squirrel, and that reaction was pleasure.

"Yours, huh?" said the squirrel. He began to unbuckle his belt. "We'll see about that. I am a cop, you know."

There was a sly smirk on William's face. His smirk coupled with the tone in his voice was suggestive of slight sarcasm, as though he thought Pebble was playing some game. It wasn't that he was unused to a dominant partner, just not one so... direct as this. He was intent on playing hard to get as a result. William finished with his belt, unzipped himself, and let his pants drop, revealing his very, very tight, white boxer-briefs.

The lion regarded William with a simple, flat stare, eyes unblinking, lips unmoving. The warm forewardness of earlier simply wasn't there. In its place was a lion, one who didn't seem amused. But he took it all in stride, instead stepping forward and pressing a finger against the detective's chest, using it to stroke the squirrel in what seemed to be a simple motion, but pleasure rippled up from it like weeds after a rain. William stood his ground as the feline prodded at him, although his breath began to quicken.

"Yes," said Pebble, "an officer who carries much on his shoulders and his scared to let it drop for a moment. But you let it drop for Jeff, and if you want to see me again you'll let it drop for me. I'm not here to get in a pissing match with you, Will." He exhaled those words in a simple breath against one of William's ears, which he followed with a lick, again somehow getting a tingle of pleasure from his merest touch. This made the squirrel relax a little.

"It isn't that," William insisted, swallowing. "I just dislike being told what to do most of the time." He narrowed his eyes at Pebble. "Jeff is a... special case." He was was fairly certain that Pebble didn't know about the incident with Lieutenant Pullbrook.

More touches. More pleasure results. It was almost scary. It was as if the lion had been with enough squirrels to learn where the most nerves were and how to twist pleasure out of them with a single caress. "Let it go, William," he urged softly. "If you didn't want to submit, you would have never come with me."

William was in awe at the king of beasts' brutal effectiveness at killing turned instead to pleasure and how to wrest it from a living body. He shivered. Something about this lion was making him weak-kneed. He took a step back, unwittingly towards the bed, bushy tail all a-flit, and weakly held up his hands in a warding-off gesture, but then his calves hit the bed and he lost his balance and toppled over backwards, and ended up sprawled on the covers looking up at the feline with something like wonder and bewilderment. Pebble's self-assurance, confidence and clearly dominant attitude were beginning to affect the squirrel, it seemed.

"Wh-What makes you say that? For all you know, I wanted us to have sex as equals."This much was true. It had been what he'd wanted when they first headed out. Or at least what he'd expected.

Apart from backing away and ending up on the bed, though, he was making no move to try and escape. Mostly because he didn't really think Pebble would harm if, and besides, he believed he'd look silly if he bolted. But, perhaps, deep down, Pebble was right. Did he want to give in to him, as he had with Jeff...? The monstrous tent in his underwear said yes. His mind, though, was rebelling, insisting he had to maintain his masculinity and dominance, even with a predator like this, that submitting wasn't his thing, Jeff be damned.

The lion finally smiled once again and like a flick of a light switch, warmth returned to the room as he stood at the end of the bed, towering over the squirrel. "I do not lift tail for anybody, dear William," he chided him. "I may look small. I may look meek, but I lift tails, I do not lift them for others."

His hands dropped down to his waist and he began to undo belt, buckle and zipper. William watched, eyes following every deft movie Pebble's hands made as he undressed himself, swallowing and licking his lips nervously until finally eight ad a half inches of fully aroused feline cock spilled out. His eyes boggled at the sight of the leonine cock and he sat up a bit. Pebble was only five feet tall, yet endowed as well as some porn stars, and with a two inch girth to boot. And covering that cock was a countless series of two inch white hairs which studded his shaft.

"It's time to let go, Will," he soothed, "it's time to learn how to really submit, to be open, to be exposed with someone who knows how to make use of it."

And with that, the lion fell on the squirrel and moved with feline quickness, and though William protested, grunting as he felt the full weight of the cat upon him, pushing him down against the bed. He tugged down William's underwear. William struggled, but only a little, and otherwise didn't resist as the lion yanked off his underwear, leaving him completely nude, his throbbing, hot squirrel cock standing proud for the lion to see.

The more and more Pebble worked on him though, the more the desire to submit creeped into his brain. The feline assaulted his neck with a focused storm of licks, nibbles, caresses and strokes each and every one a hard boot against the door that he knew the submissive side of the squrriel hid behind. That door strained hard over the next five minutes, frame creaking, cracking, giving way, bit by bit. It wasn't just a sexual desire. It was some primitive drive he hadn't experienced before, at least not so strongly. The primitive desire to give himself up, creeping forth from somewhere deep in the recesses of his brain's genetic memory. Jeff had managed to coax this part of William out when they made love, managed to be such an overwhelming force that the squirrel simply had to submit. It just seemed right.

But even then, he still felt like he and his young lover were equals, even when he was on his knees before the boy and bound in leather, unable to move. With Pebble, though, the squirrel was honestly beginning to feel more and more that he wasn't the lion's equal... that he couldn't be, and never would be. The more these desires coursed through him... the more he realized he didn't want to be. This revelation both excited and worried him.

Suddenly, he found himself on his belly, feeling Pebble's weight pressing atop him. The lion now had the detective on his stomach, tail lifted up, and tongue glazing over that anus without mercy, and with a grand crash, the door to William's submissive side was broken down. The lion was quick and without mercy, a storm of motion across the squrriel's body. Arousal that was already burning became a wildfire, that anus ached and burned to be taken, even as feline spit dripped from it. That cock was only an inch or two away.

The squirrel gave forth a tiny whimper. He imagined a squirrel in some sort of primitive tribal attire, long ago, cornered by a similarly-garbed lion warrior. In his mind, he saw the squirrel give himself to the lion, who spared his enemy's life in exchange for his total submission. Although Pebble wasn't his enemy, he was beginning to feel like the squirrel in his imagination. Giving himself completely to this confident feline was starting to seem like the only logical thing to do.

And finally, he gasped out hoarsely, "Take me..."

The lion smiled, nipped at one of the squirrel's ears and murmured, "I shall. Now and forever."

That cockflesh thrust forward, struck the anus and battered it down through sheer grinding force. William gave forth a cry as he felt the thickness bury itself in his rear, arching his back and thrusting his head up and back as he was taken by the lion. Not once has the lion bothered to use lube. There was nothing there other than his own spit.

Instead, the squirrel was treated to the pleasure and the pain of being taken dry, a thin line few ever walked across without scars, in Pebble's experience. William moaned. He'd been taken dry before, but his partner had been gentle. The lion was rough, though. So deliciously rough. It hurt and William's cry was one of both pain and pleasure as he was taken by this dominant predator without even a shred of mercy. Somewhere in the back of his sex-crazed mind he reminded himself that in primitive times, the lion showed no mercy because he already had; when he spared the squirrel's life and used him as a fucktoy instead of food.

That was quickly forgotten about, though, as William's brain was wracked with pleasure now, his broad chest heaving in great, throaty pants, each exhale sending little bits of spittle flying through the air, his fingers clawing at the covers, bunching them up with his fists, his anal muscles tightening like a vice around Pebble's intruding cock. He spoke no more during their lovemaking. Not a word. The only noises to come forth from the blonde-haired squirrel now were throaty, carnal sounds of a beast in heat being taken by his better. Over the next ten to fifteen minutes, the lion sank more and more cockflesh into his new submissive, stretching him open oh so lewdly and treating him to a rough manner of lovemaking, of submission in which complete control was taken from the sub and the body was used by the lion for his own pleasure, and, through this, a deep burning desire was dealt with.

Those hips moved forward, burying cock within that ass, then pulling back out, only to thrust forward again and again and again. William's prostate was pounded like hell during this and sounds were torn from his throat like those of a feral beast. And still the lion rode him.

Pebble took almost half an hour before the full length of his cock was shoved up into his new submissive. His prostate had been banged all to hell and his insides were feeling the burn above all, but still the lion drove on without stopping, driving forward again and again.

As he moaned, his mouth hung open and slack, a little bit of spittle drooling off of William's bottom lip. His normally neat blonde hair was now all astray from the sheer force of the lion's lovemaking, making the squirrel look like he had just woken up. Or been shocked with static electricity. His bangs were matted to his forehead from damp sweat that beaded there. His cock bobbed, dipped and swayed with each thrust of Pebble's powerful hips. Pre beaded at its tip, and each time it shuddered from the impact of the lion's thrusts, it dribbled little droplets down onto the covers. Each sway that sent it slapping against its owner's belly with a fleshy smacking sound sent little ribbons of pre flying through the air. Some landed on the pillows. The air began to stink of sweat, of musk, cum, and sheer maleness, from both of them, although unsurprisingly, Pebble's smell was far more overwhelming than William's own odor.

Faster and faster those hips went, 'till at long, long last the lion completed the cycle and with a loud roar annouced himself, as within Wiilaim's tight rump, jet after jet of seed was sprayed up into him, claiming him completely. As he felt Pebble's cum flowing inside of him, William hit his own peak, amazingly without any physical stimulation to his own cock. He simply shivered, gave a deep cry of sudden surprise and joy, and promptly blasted his load onto the bed. Then, he pitched forwards and lay there in his own mess, sweaty and smelling of sex, the lion atop him.

No words were spoken, the lion simply curled up on top of William to sleep, cock still shoved deep in the squrriel's rump. It was going to be a long, intresting night. William panted softly. It was going to be a long night indeed...

To Be Continued!