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“I am not your property." The lion's voice was rough, and deep.

The water buffalo standing in front of him smiled. “Oh, is that so? Well, I don't see a collar, so I guess that means you're fair-game."

The gazelle that was woven between the bulky lion's legs, dreamily sucking the lion's cock, took this moment to disengage, stand, and say with the faintest hint of a British accent; “He's mine."

He turned around with lips slickened from the feast, and wiped a bead of pre-cum from his chin.

“… and I don't share my toys."

“Oh, is that so? I'm certain I could have him squirming before the night is out." The buffalo said. With his sense of pride threatened, he felt he had a duty to stand up to this waifish gazelle and show him who was in control.

The lion, still wearing a grin of pleasure from the blow-job he was given, spoke in a growly voice; “Is my queen displeased at this show of contempt?"

“Now now, pet. There's no need for you to get involved at this point. Besides, it would pain me to waste your beauty on someone so obviously beneath you."

The buffalo huffed through a shiver, with clenched fists, as he gritted his teeth in service of the role he chose.

'Is this… twink really trying to goad me?' the bull thought. 'Well, if he has to be shown his place, then I may as well be the one to do it. I'm sure I can show him who's boss.'

The bull sneered. “Nice try, suger-tits. But I saw this specimen and knew I had to have him… though I don't know if he would last with me."

“Oh, well then, if all you wanted to do was praise him, then you should have done that at the outset." The gazelle produced a riding-crop from his boot and brought it up under the lion's chin. “He is sumptuous, isn't he?"

The lion purred, but he was displeased at the audacity of this water buffalo. “Please, my queen. You have nothing to prove to this—"

“Don't be rude, pet." The gazelle said, turning his gaze to the room. “You know I like showing you off. It's a real thrill to know that I have what they cannot." The gazelle looked into the pet's eyes. “You are my pet. All others are unworthy."

“Flattery, my queen. If it would please you, I will show him what only you possess."

The bull, feeling his power threatened, mustered up the courage to laugh defiantly.

“Well, would you look at what we've got here, folks. It's tourist-season!" He turned to the crowd with arms high in anticipation of his impending victory. “This is fifty shades of pretentiousness. I'll bet they saw an ad on some website, bought a pair of hooker-boots, and decided that the fuzzy handcuffs they tried a few months ago were neat." He turned back to face the pair sitting in silent amusement. “well, isn't that just… neat."

The gazelle never let the calm smirk on his face flicker or twitch. There was no need. The lion sitting behind him, however, chose this moment to shift in his seat to dwarf the gazelle in front of him as a rumbling growl slipped out from under his breath.

“Please, my queen." The lion said, his naked body rippling in anticipation of the fight he thought was coming. “Allow me to correct this… gentleman's… behaviour for insulting you thus."

“Oh, such formality. Looks like we gots ourselves a rooiiit propah sitsuayshun heya, gov-nah."

“Not smart, buddy." The gazelle's smile dropped. The mumbling crowd knew what it was about to see and hushed itself so none would miss it.

“House rules, sir. Impugn the lord and be punished." The gazelle rose to deliver the words which were almost as sharp as the the eyes that joined them, both from the crowd, and the steel-blue of his eyes.

The buffalo wasted no time, or pity, to take this opportunity to strut, making as if he were holding a cup of tea. “Oh? Oh? Deary me!" he said, then shrugged dismissively. “Please, the lord of the house isn't going to be some cheeky pop-tart that couldn't even put up a fight. Besides, he sure as shit wouldn't waste his time defending someone as delicate as yourself. Go back to the suburbs, honey."

“If it's a fight you want, keep going…" the gazelle brought the crop up to the buffalo's chest, slapping against his nipple. “And I sure as shit would…" He slid the crop up the buffalo's chest to underneath his throat. “Waste my time."

“So… You're…" the buffalo was wavering, his facade cracking just enough to give the gazelle an opening.

“Yes, I am." The gazelle said with a smirk.

The bull, surprise marring his face from this turn of events, felt a tremble from the crop at his throat, all the way down to the pit of his stomach.

“Kneel…" The gazelle's words were cold, and firm. The room descended into silence at the authority the blonde fop wielded, and the thickness in the air from gasps hooked on the tension.

“Look, maybe we got off on the wrong foot. Let's try this again."

The lion stood to join his queen. He was enormous, even for a lion, and the dainty gazelle in front of him stood in stark contrast. “You agreed to abide the terms. Nobody enters the lord's hall during a feast without signing."

The buffalo gaped, he read it, but he didn't think it was serious. He thought it was just a part of the illusion.

The lion, unimpressed by the buffalo's sudden deference, stepped another foot forward. “My queen instructed you to kneel, bit—"

“Manners, pet." The gazelle giggled.

The lion froze in his tracks and turned to his queen. “My most sincere apologies." He then bowed his head. “But this…" he sighed. “He has no place to behave like this towards my queen."

“Your restraint is admirable, but remember civility." The gazelle smiled as his fingers reached up to gently scratch the chin of his loyal pet.

He purred, of course. It was a strange purr, jagged and rough. It was a requirement that he allow his shows of pleasure. In his mind memories of the day he agreed to that clause came rushing back.

It was when they knew they were ready to take their relationship to the next level, and on that Sunday afternoon, he remember the gazelle's smile warming him.

“You purr? But… you're a lion. Lions don't purr… do they?" The gazelle asked.

“No, we don't. Well, we're not supposed to be able to. But it just happens when I… when I'm excited. I've always hated it. It feels… shameful."

“Why would you be ashamed of that?" the gazelle asked gently, the lilt of his voice carrying into the lion's canted ears. “Are you afraid of it?"

“A bit, yeah. I can't help it. It's gotten me into trouble."

“What do you mean?" the gazelle tucked a lock of his curly blonde hair behind an ear. “Tell me. I need you to be honest with me right now. Even if it hurts."

The lion sighed, and slumped his shoulders. Then after folding his hands together on the kitchen table, he spoke. “They… bullies, essentially."

“Oh, honey." The gazelle stood from his spot and walked over to wrap his arms around the lion's massive shoulders. “I'm so sorry. Kids can be fucking assholes sometimes."

The lion nodded, a tear building in his eyes from the recollection of memories long in the past, but never forgotten.

“Jesus, it must have been really bad," the gazelle gasped at seeing his soon-to-be-pet crying. The lion only nodded as he tried to bury his face in his hands. “Tell you what, sweetie…" the gazelle's eyes brightened. “How about this… We can put a clause in there that requires you to show your pleasure, however it may present itself, if I'm the one to bring it out of you… Is that okay with you?"

“I… I don't know." The lion said with a sniffle. He never knew rest during school, as all the other kids teased him viciously, calling him a pitiful little kitten.

“Do you trust me?" the gazelle asked, bringing the lion back from his sorrow.

The lion looked into the gazelle's eyes. The trust they built up between each other was deep, and he knew the gazelle wouldn't abuse it to cause him pain. He reached up to hold the gazelle's dainty hands in his massive paws.

“Of course I do."

“Then do you want to at least try? If it just doesn't work out, we can always renegotiate."

“If it would please you, sure."

The smile his queen gave him that day was a memory he refused to let fade.

And in the years that followed, he learned how to be damn good at it. His wasn't like a cat's purr, it was a sound that could make even the most hardened dominant tremble, and every submissive in the room quiver.

But the pride he saw in his queen's eyes when he accepted that part of himself was a treasure. His queen taught him to abandon the shame he was once shackled to, learning what one freedom felt like by giving up another.

When the lion broke himself from the memory, he looked to his queen staring down the once boisterous water buffalo.

“So, what do you think I should do with this… what was the term you used?" The gazelle asked of his pet.

“If I may be permitted to use an undignified term?"

The gazelle nodded. He forgot, just for a second, that he had just reprimanded his pet for nearly saying it… so it was natural he would need to clarify, and give permission with a solemn nod.

“This… bitch." The lion said with a grin. “And I believe, given that he seems intent on showing off, that the punishment should befit the crime."

“Step forward, pet."

The lion did with a fire of adrenaline in his guts.

“Bring your head close." The gazelle ordered, and the lion obeyed.

“Have I told you lately that you're a good boy?"

The lion's face melted into barely contained delirium.

“You're a very good boy." The gazelle grasped at his pet's chin and scruffled the fur there with his finger tips.

'I did well' The lion thought. 'I am a good boy.' He said as his purr rattled out.

This was always amusing to the crowd. The regulars had come to know the two very well over the years, and they knew that if the lord's pet was happy, the lord of the hall was also happy… and that usually meant the night was going to be good.

“Thank you, pet." The gazelle's head now turned with ferocious intent to bring his eyes, washed clean of pity from the lion's pleasure, to the buffalo now trying very hard to not look pitiful.

The gazelle mulled the situation over in his mind. He needed to know why this buffalo tried to steal power he hadn't earned. It was so close to a text-book power-reversal, but there was something else. This wasn't playing out as that scene usually did… so he knew there was something more.

'Maybe this bull is just vanilla, and tired of the same boring missionary?' that thought ran in the lord's head. 'But, those sorts of people aren't usually so bold, and often just hang back to watch.'

The gazelle knew he had to suss out what this bull wanted, and he also needed to know what sorts of appetites drove him. This could play out in a lot of ways, and few of those outcomes were acceptable. But the gazelle knew that in order to coax that information out, something had to be done about the armor he clung to.

Fighting to keep a shiver from intruding, the gazelle scanned the bull's body. He knew he could break him, but he only needed a little bit. He didn't like doing this with people he didn't know and didn't trust, but, well, maybe just a little bit of pressure? If that gets this bull talking, then he'll know how to properly deal with him.

Yes, he knew in that moment that he had to introduce some pressure, and he was confident that he knew what he had to do to apply it.

“Let's get this bitch kneeling, boys." The gazelle called to the crowd, twirling the crop in his hand in a tight circle above him. He pointed to the plush red couch that served as his throne; a signal to his pet to sit. If this was going to become a show, he wanted to be comfortable, and his pet's lap was the perfect spot.

The lion, of course, obeyed without hesitation. And once his queen nestled himself in the lion's lap, the gazelle folded his hands on his legs like a proper lady.

The crowd felt the tension, and even though every dominant watching wanted to give this upstart a piece of their minds, they were denied the opportunity. This was the lord's hall, and the lord of this hall had decided to take control of the situation. They knew not to interfere.

But the gazelle had given an order. So in response to that, three bulky males in full leather masks and harnesses… and nothing else… stepped forward (at their master's bidding, of course.) They surrounded the buffalo so that the only way through them was down.

The water buffalo, robbed of bravado, slowly went to his knees. If this were to get ugly, those three males could crush his spine. The buffalo's paranoia was running hot, and he started to think he'd walked into something he wasn't prepared for. But, as much as his innards were boiling, he didn't want to run.

“My lord, I mis-spoke. Forgive me."

“You came here intent on showing off, and violated house-rules to do it. That deserves punishment."

“I…" the buffalo balked, and his head slumped.

The gazelle, seeing the emotions the buffalo was showing, motioned for the three males to make space for him as he stood to approach the now kneeling bitch.

“Look, buddy." He spoke softly as he crouched in front of the bull. “I know this is probably your first scene. New attire, still fresh and with that new-leather smell… so I know you're wading into unknown waters…"

The buffalo reluctantly nodded. “I…"

The gazelle interrupted him with a finger brought to the bull's lips. “You can stay and take your punishment, or I can send you back to your wife… yes, I noticed. The groove on your ring-finger is what tipped me off."

The buffalo, surprised he was read so easily, looked at the gazelle. He didn't see the hard stare he expected, but a sort of restrained understanding.

“Did your wife leave you and this is how you've decided to feel powerful again?"

The buffalo shook his head.

“You wanted to try something new, and you bit off more than you could chew?" the gazelle leaned closer to whisper to him. “Look, I get it. I know that the crowd wants nothing more than to see you get what you deserve… but I'm not about to make you do something you aren't ready for. So, I'm asking you now; do you want to leave? There's no shame in walking away."

The buffalo almost nodded, but there was something about the gazelle that pricked his arousal, so he shook his head.

“So you're cool to continue?"

The buffalo slowly nodded.

“If at any time it gets to be too much, just say your hair is a mess." The buffalo looked puzzled, and seeing that caused the lord of the hall to gasp. “God, you really are fresh… Safe-word, honey. If you want out, that's how."

“I… I think I'm okay. Thank you."

“Good!" The gazelle beamed brightly.

Standing, he called to the crowd. “Would the lovely masters of the three boys here instruct them to give this little bitch a pat on the head, please? Be gentle, he's being good and we do reward good behavior here."

The three males saw the nods from their masters before the gazelle would have, but the lord of the hall wasn't paying attention, he was already half-way back to his seat between his pet's legs.

The gazelle, however, didn't sit down. He leaned over to whisper something into his pet's ear. The lion nodded, then stood to approach the supine bull. The three large males parted to give him space. Even though they were strong, they knew not to piss off the lion, or his queen.

The lion crouched, and spoke into the water buffalo's ear. “Why did you do that?"

“What?"

“Why did you try to take power that wasn't yours? Is that your thing? Do you think the rules don't apply to you?"

“I… no."

“Then why?"

“I'm not looking for anyone to like me."

“Clearly." The lion said, to a smattering of chuckles from the watching crowd.

The buffalo huffed. “Look, I get that you have rules, but this isn't the scene I thought it would be."

The lion reached forward to grab the muzzle of the buffalo so he could look right in his eyes.

“Oh? It isn't? Then enlighten me as to what kind of scene you thought it would be." The lion hated having to be so forceful, but his queen had asked this of him, and he knew he could perform the role… but as much as he could, he never felt comfortable being in charge like this.

“I thought the rules were different." The buffalo was scared. The lion could smell it in his sweat.

“And why did you get that impression?"

“Well, I read some websites—"

Groans and jeers erupted from the crowd.

The lion grunted. “It is a mistake to assume that every scene follows the same rules."

“But…" Still trying to retain control, the buffalo resisted… but his composure threatened to leave him.

“In this house, the lord's word is law. You insulted the lord, and now you must face punishment."

The buffalo closed his eyes, fearful that he would be hit. There was a part of him that felt he deserved it, even though he dreaded the pain he knew the lion could inflict on him.

“So why did you come?" The lion's voice was firm, and this shook the bull just enough to let what was weighing him down slip.

“I… I couldn't satisfy her."

“Ahh, so your wife is the reason."

“Ex-wife." The bull sneered.

“Interesting." The lion smirked. “Why did you leave her?"

“She… left me."

Whispers from the crowd started growing loud, but were silenced when the gazelle watching cleared his throat.

“Were you unable to satisfy her?" the lion asked.

The water buffalo nodded with his head slumped low.

“Did you think it was because you are weak?"

The lion's interrogation was making the buffalo writhe inside, and he was close to saying the words he was assured would end it, but something in him resisted.

“Well, do you desire power?" the lion's voice was louder, and the growl hidden between his words sent tremors cascading down the buffalo's body.

“No."

“Then what do you want?"

“I… " The buffalo felt so small that he didn't think he could continue.

“Speak." The lion said loudly, sending the buffalo into a paroxysm of fear and excitement.

“She cheated on me." The buffalo shouted and the rest of the words he was holding in started pouring out as tears gathered in his eyes. “It wouldn't have been so bad if it was just some stranger. I knew she wasn't happy, but… Todd. She was fucking Todd. I trusted him. I thought we were friends."

Sounds of commiseration were heard from the crowd, and the eyes of the watching gazelle seemed to soften.

“Pet, come here." The lord called.

The lion, obedient to a fault, straightened himself up and went to kneel in front of his queen. The gazelle leaned forward to whisper into his ear, which flicked from the tickling breath.

“Can you do that for me?" the gazelle asked after pulling back.

“Of course. I serve you, and gladly so."

The lion stood, and returned to the buffalo to place a hand on his shoulder. The buffalo didn't expect to feel a hand so soft and gentle.

“How did that make you feel?"

“What?"

“How did it make you feel to see your best friend fucking your wife?"

“Ex-wife…" the buffalo spat. “And angry… So god-damn angry… then sad… rejected…"

“… And?"

“… powerless."

“So, are you doing this to get back at her?"

“No… God no. And even if I wanted to, her lawyers would tear me to fucking pieces if she found out."

“So, it isn't final yet… So then, what is it you want?" The lion was growing impatient, but had to hold his anger in.

“… I don't want to feel like this."

“Feel like what?" the lion was close, but the resistance he faced was only frustrating him as it threatened to drag this on longer than he wanted it to.

The buffalo cracked. “Useless. I feel useless, okay? Is that what you want me to say? That I feel like I couldn't be for her what she needed? And to see—" his voice cracked as a sob crashed out of his throat.

The lion let his hand gently caress the buffalo's shoulder. The bull nearly winced, but eventually relaxed.

Though the lion wasn't willing to give this bull more tenderness than what his queen had asked him to show, he still performed his duty and continued speaking. “Tell me. If you need me to order you to say it, then consider this a direct command."

“… To see… him."

“Todd?" the lion asked, hoping the bull would let him finish his task.

“Yeah, Todd. I… fuck, what the hell is wrong with me? I wanted him. I wanted to hold him. Feel him. I wanted him to do with me what he was doing to her.

“Go on." The lion quietly urged. “Let it out. It will do you no good to hold on to it when you're so close."

The bull sighed, his head low as tears from his eyes hit the floor. “I've wanted him for longer than I can remember, and I thought he would be interested in me, but…"

“Tell me." The lion said. “I can't do what my queen requires of me if you hold anything back."

“I'm a coward. A fucking useless coward. I wanted to ask, but…"

“So the betrayal was about him, and not so much about your wife."

“My ex-wife…"

“Your ex-wife." The lion nodded.

He stood and turned to face his queen whom was watching him intently. “If it may please my queen, I believe my task is done. I request permission to return to you."

“You did very well, pet. Come." The lion returned to his queen quickly so he could get away from the kneeling cuck. He was purring the moment he was within range of the gazelle's touch.

“So it seems we have someone that has lost his power…" The gazelle was speaking in a gently stern tone, soft enough to convey pity, but loud enough so that everyone would hear. “Does the little cuck need to understand what drove him to come here?"

The buffalo nodded.

“Very well… Then I believe I have found the punishment you need."

The crowd was growing anxious to see what the lord of the hall's decree would be.

“You will watch as I reward my pet for his obedience." The lion's ears perked up, and his cock twitched in anticipation of what he thought he knew was coming. “However, since you so rudely interrupted the show they came here for, you will help me with the entertainment. "

“I… thank you." The bull was readying to stand, but the lord of the hall stopped him with a gesture.

“You will stay right there."

“O-okay. But, what do you want me to do?"

“You're going to watch as I suck my pet's dick."

The bull gasped, his cock filling out in his pants. “But… Why?"

“You'll just have to figure that one out for yourself. Besides, what good is a show if there's no mystery to it?" the gazelle giggled. “Don't worry. You can always bow out if you really want. Just say the words."

The buffalo's cock was starting to strain against the tight leather pants he bought last week. He was confused why this would be so arousing, but a part of him knew he needed this; he needed to be thrust back to the moment that broke him, but in a setting where he understood the dynamic playing out so he could come to terms with what happened.

And it'd be nice to crank one out too. He hadn't cum since last week and he knew he needed it.

He had his hands close to his pants when the gazelle spoke firmly, pressing the wedge in deeper. “You will watch, but only watch. You are not permitted to pleasure yourself just yet. I'm not going to have you ruin my fun by busting a nut before my pet does."

Most of the crowd laughed, the rest just moaned.

“I believe that this bitch may need some help with that." A calm voice rose out of the crowd.

The gazelle, his eyes widening at the boldness, responded as he looked past the hips of his pet now standing in front of him. “And who is speaking?"

“Just me." A bear wearing a leather cap and harness, and nothing more, stepped into the light. His cock was plump, and hanging at eye-level to the supine bull. “He looks like he's enjoying things, but if I know his type, and I'm fairly certain I do, he's gonna defy you."

“And what would you suggest be done?" the lithe gazelle asked as his hand worked his pet's cock to full rigidity.

“I have a pair of leather mitts I can lend… It'll keep his hands off his cock."

“Oh Brutus, you're such a boy-scout!" the gazelle smiled. “Always prepared!"

The bear, of course, nodded and smiled back. He wasn't as invested in pleasing the lord of the hall as the others were, but he wouldn't turn down a chance to earn his favor.

The gazelle's mouth was inches from his pet's cock. “If you believe he will disobey, then by all means make sure he takes his punishment."

The bear nodded. The bull wasn't sure why, but this bear, and the way he looked at him, was alluring. The bear had a gut on him, but didn't carry it as if it were shameful… unlike his own which he always sucked in when in public.

“What are—" The buffalo was about to ask, but the bear put a finger up to the bull's lips.

“Shh… If I want you to talk, I'll let you know… You look about the right size, and they'll stop you from jerking off."

The buffalo gave the bear an unsure look.

“Oh, they work." Brutus said to the bull, his lips curling into a smile around the smoldering cigar. “And you can trust me, if you wanna."

The buffalo offered his trembling hands… shivering with excitement… to be bound.

When the bear had finished his task, he stepped back so the kneeling bull could get an eye for his cock hanging just out of reach.

“Eyes front, soldier." Brutus commanded. “You gotta be punished and I ain't gonna interfere any more than I have already."

The buffalo obeyed, and when he saw the image in front of him, of the ass of the lion that shrouded the view of the gazelle working his pet's cock with his lips, something rose up in him.

It was a strange feeling. He was being punished by being forced to watch someone he desired being pleasured by someone other than him, but unlike the first time he saw something like this, the emotions that rose up this time didn't prick at him so cruelly.

But there was a different problem coming. In his haste to jump into the scene, he didn't get the right size pants… and since his cock was getting really hard, he knew (as he was well aware of how much of it there was) that it would really hurt if he couldn't do anything about it.

The bear, seeing him reach for the pants, moved to pull his hands back thinking the bull was being defiant. But when he saw the bull's crotch, and how tight his pants were, he realized what the bull needed.

“Umm, apologies to the lord, but I believe the bitch has a bit of a problem right now."

“Brutus." The gazelle sighed after pulling his mouth off his pet's cock. “I like you but… c'mon, man. I'm in the middle of something right now."

“Let me just take his cock out. The pants he's wearing are just too tight."

“Fine. Just be quick about it."

The bear bowed, and then reached to the bull's crotch. The buffalo recoiled. He wasn't used to another male trying to touch him there, even though he wanted it right now.

“I'm not gonna bite. But it's gonna hurt if you keep that meat in…" The bear was struggling, as the button was proving to be a challenge. “Shit, son, where'd you even get these leathers? Wait, no, never mind. I don't want to know."

The bear managed to free the bull's cock, and while the bull sighed at the relief he was given, the bear stepped back and whistled.

“Whoo, boy. You sure are a big boy, ain't ya?" The bear gestured to the crowd. “Hey! Y'all have to get a look at this."

The eyes not glued to the sight of the lord and his pet's pleasure turned to see what the bear was talking about. They were also impressed at what they saw.

“What on earth did your bitch-of-an-ex see in that asshole Todd?" The bear marveled. “Damn, I'd call in sick every day for work if I had this waiting for me at home." The bear's cock was getting hard, and the bull, as much as he was trying to obey the lord's command, was finding it difficult to ignore the swelling meat mere inches from his muzzle.

“Hands off. This is supposed to be punishment." Brutus said, running his fingers through the water-buffalo's hair. “Though if you wanna stick around when this is over, I'd love to buy you a drink."

“I… I'd like that." The bull confessed, flicking his gaze up to the bear's face.

“Excellent… Now, eyes front, soldier." The bear commanded, using his hand on the bull's head to turn it to face the lion's ass.

The bear, choosing to add to the punishment, had a devilish idea come to him. He leaned down, and in so doing turned his hips so that his swollen meat was nearly obstructing the bull's view.

“See that? The lord's pet sure does have a nice ass, doesn't he?"

The bull whimpered in agreement.

“Can't have it though. But imagine what it'd feel like. His fur, his fan-fucking-tastic muscles, and just imagine what his cock looks like."

The bull nodded. The lion's ass was powerful and strong and the bull wanted to go over so he could touch it.

“See how his cheeks are clenching? He's getting close. He gets that way… when he's about to pop, he gets really into it." Brutus said, and the bull saw the shiver in the bear's legs. “When I first came here, I wanted him too. He doesn't pack as much meat between his legs as you do, but he sure is more than a mouthful."

The bull whined. The bear was teasing him, making his imagination fire wildly with fantasies of the lion doing for him what he was doing for the lord.

“You can't see it from here, but he's got his hands on the lord's head now." Brutus continued. “Not a forceful hand, but this is how you know he's gonna cum right down the lord's throat. I wonder what he tastes like?"

The bull, his cock throbbing and streaming drops of pre-cum on to the wood floor, breathed heavily.

“Like that, eh?" The bear continued. “Imagine feeling his cock on your tongue. Sliding in and out. You ain't ever gonna taste it, I hear it's really good."

The bull felt like he was being driven mad. He knew he wanted to try giving head, but he never worked up the courage to try. He wanted… whatever his name was… that asshole that fucked his wife… to be his first.

“Watch his tail. It's cute how it twitches like that. Here it comes." Brutus wasn't hooked on the show, he was watching the bull… and the bull looked up to him. “Watch. Take your lumps."

The bull obeyed. The mixture of emotions running in his mind didn't leave much room for the memories of his ex-wife in bed with his ex-best-friend. The bull was feeling his cock throb as if he was a horned up teenager again, and the thrill of the show was driving his mind into clouds of delirious intensity. The sting of his betrayal was shoved out of his mind because all he was able to think about was the scene playing out in front of him… and the bear's hand on his shoulder.

Though there was something that clicked when he saw that there were more eyes on him than the lord and his pet. A thrill of satisfaction. He had something they apparently wanted, and as much as he couldn't do anything more than show them, there was a glimmering deep inside of him of something the last few weeks had robbed him of.

Suddenly, the last shreds of anger trying to cling to him melted as he let himself relinquish himself to the power of the scene. He was rendered powerless, but he wasn't useless. He was along for the ride but he was unable to do anything, and he was liking every second of it.

The lion had finished, and of course he was purring. Loudly, too. The lord of the house was kissing him deeply with freshly slickened lips.

The bull was feeling a bit high, and he knew he'd have to crank one out to relieve the pressure… But the idea of just grabbing his dick and going to town just didn't feel like it would be as satisfying as it used to be.

“Please…" the bull quietly urged.

“Oh, you have something to say, soldier?" the bear asked in a softly commanding tone.

“Please… May I"

“May you what? Tell me what you want, soldier."

“I want to suck your dick."

The crowd was surprised. The once cocky bull was shown his place, and seemed to be leaning into the newly discovered desires quite easily… well, his newly accepted desires. He must have already been half-way bent… The only thing he really needed was a push for him to find the courage he lacked.

“Mmm… While I'm sure we would have a lot of fun together, I'm not going to do it to you… at least not while the wound is fresh."

The bull's head slumped. “Of course."

“Don't take it the wrong way, because I'd love to feel that sweet cock of yours in my mouth too… but—."

“You're married" the bull assumed, but the bear smacked his cheek gently, barely registering as an impact.

“Don't cut me off like that. I don't do that on the first date."

The bull's eye lit up, and looked up at the bear. When he saw the bear smile down, the bull lost the need for the lion, and found someone else to yearn for.

Deep within him a thrill rose up. He was apparently wanted.

The lord of the house, his smile slick with spit and semen, walked towards the supine bull.

“Now, little bitch…" The way the gazelle insulted him didn't feel as hard or caustic as before. There was a glimmer of softness in how he said it. “I hope this has been educational."

The bull, of course, nodded.

“Good. I'd hate to have to up the ante. My pet is the best pet in the room, but he's still a bit of a work-in-progress." The gazelle said as he made quotation marks with his fingers.

The bull blushed.

“Oh, goodness." The gazelle chuckled. “Well, if that's your thing, then maybe it was fate that brought you here. Do you like to watch?"

The bull nodded, vigorously this time. “I… I think I do. Thank you."

“Why are you thanking me? You should be thanking dear Brutus here. If he was right, and you did jerk off when I told you not to, things would have gotten a bit more…" the gazelle paused, milking the crowd with a grin. “… intense."

And the crowd groaned precisely as the lord wanted them to.

The bull bowed his head in front of the lord of the hall. “If the lord wills it."

“See?!" The gazelle smiled and patted the bull's chest. “You're a natural. A natural!"

Then the lord of the house looked at the bear. “You know the rules, Brutus. Treat him well… and be on the lookout for aftershocks."

“Oh I know. He's not the first cuck I've seen get his cherry popped." Brutus worked the leather mitts off the bull's hands, tenderly rubbed the once bound flesh.

“Do you think you can handle him?" The lord of the hall asked, his eyes going to the bull, and then back to the bear.

“Only if he wants me to." Brutus said, then looked at the bull with a gaze that spoke of the hope the older bear thought he had lost.

The bull was startled, and when he looked into Brutus's eyes, they were kind and captivated him with their hue in the low light of the hall.

“Well, what do you think, soldier? Don't leave me hanging. You wanna give it a shot?"

The bull nodded, the blush in his cheeks deep and intense. “I'd… I'd like that."

The gazelle tittered. “Aww, you were always such a softie, Brutus."

“Can't help it. Though I know he's not ready for agreements and all that, and I am a bit old fashioned. I want to get to know him better before taking that leap."

“Of course. But if you do decide to collar him, make sure he behaves himself at my banquets. As cute as you two are, I won't tolerate him disrupting the feast again. Think you can do that?"

“Of course. I doubt he'll be a problem. And if he is, he'll be disciplined appropriately."

The bull felt a twinge. He was interested in knowing this bear more, but was he really down for more of what he just experienced? He didn't have to think that over for very long because the moment that doubt rose up in him, he was able to shake it off with genuine confidence.

When Brutus helped the bull up, the weight of the bull's cock swayed between his legs like a pendulum.

“You're gonna want to wrap that up, kiddo." The bear said as he grinned. “Might give people the wrong idea."

“Let 'em look."

“Oh, so we've got a bit of an exhibitionist here too?" Brutus's eyes lit up as he took a puff on his cigar. “I guess this really is my lucky night."

“So, yeah… you said something about a drink?" the bull asked with a lecherous grin as he swayed his hips for the bear.

“Ahh, no… I ain't down for that." Brutus said. “Piss is for toilets."

“What?! Oh, nononono… I was thinking a beer."

“I could go for that. though won't you be cold hanging out like that? You don't have thick fur like mine."

“Maybe… I don't care though. Besides, I'm sure you'll help keep it warm…" the bull leered.

“Not on the first date, soldier."

The bull kept leering, and his crooked grin grew wider.

“Oh… Oh! You're that sure I'll call you tomorrow?"

“Fairly confident." The bull winked, gyrating his hips for the bear, but giving the crowd the most amusement.

“Tsk… We'll see about that." Brutus said. “By the way, what's your name?"

“Anthony." The bull said.

“Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Anthony." Brutus said, extending his hand. “Kinda poetic if you think about it…"

“Hmm?"

“The fall of Rome. Got a bit messy, it did" Brutus said. “Don't worry, I'm not into blood either."

“That's a thing?"

“Yeah, that's a thing. Not here, but it is a thing."

“Wow… Oh… Oh fuck! I could have…"

“See, this is why you should always do your research." Brutus laughed as he poked at the bull's chest. “Be glad the lord of the hall's rules forbid that kinda stuff here, you could've gotten yourself into quite a bit of trouble."

“Yeah…" with the bull's enthusiasm fading, his complexion paled just enough to be noticed. But Brutus was able to bring his complexion back when he pulled him in for a hungry kiss.

When the kiss broke, the bull was sputtering. “What about this not on the first date stuff?"

“I won't suck your dick on the first date. Said nothing about a kiss."

“M-may I have another… s-sir?" the bull asked with cheeks blazing and a pulse pounding against his chest like a sledgehammer.

“Since you asked nicely." Brutus came forward, the cigar smoke hanging around his fur, but he held himself a few inches back. “Though I don't really need you to call me sir."

“I'd like to try it. It… kinda feels good."

Brutus's laugh was hard, and the room joined him. But the room erupted into a round of hollers and cat-calls when the bear grabbed him by his vest to pull him into another kiss. A much longer kiss, and more intense than before.

The lord of the house and his pet, having returned to the plush couch, both smiled. The gazelle expected the cuck would just turn into a semi-regular who would hang back, watch the show, maybe chat for a bit, and then go back home to a broken home… But a potential pairing? Maybe even a collaring? That made him smile wider.

He pulled his pet's head close, his hand hooked in the thin collar hidden in his mane, so he could crane his head up to kiss him.

“You're a very good boy." The gazelle said when the kiss ended. “Have I said that to you lately?"

The rumbling lion looked into the eyes of his queen. “Yes, but if it brings you pleasure to give me praise, I will accept it as many times as you wish to give it."

“Good. Now kiss me again, pet… And don't hold back. I want to remember tonight."