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Darren stared at the huge lion's muscular torso expand. Larger, fuller, until the tawny golden fur strained around the taut black leather straps running over his shoulders and sides, so that they formed an X at the large silver ring in the center of his chest. Hard onyx nipples stretched from the deep pelt, each sporting a broad platinum barbell piercing. The lion's wide, masculine jaw jutted outwards proudly, king-like, as the lips pursed, releasing a stream of strongly scented smoke. The feline's jaw was coated in thick white fur, slightly longer, adding to his masculine appearance. The white fur continued back down his throat and over his chest, puffing outwards from his sternum before squeezing back into a stripe towards his bellybutton, where it faded into a rich, red-hued brown - the beginnings of his treasure trail. Deep brown eyes peered from beneath a majestic bronze brow. Bushing out from the sides of that long, royal muzzle was a large mane, the same rich brown color as on his lower belly. It stood out from his face, reaching around ten inches long, though it was carefully groomed and brushed so as not to fall across his eyes. The mane reached down over his hulking shoulders, which led into thick, powerful biceps and long, strong paws. Each finger was curiously blunt, though it was only because the large male had his claws retracted.

Besides the black leather harness, the lion wore a pair of loose nylon gym shorts. They pulled up over his thigh a bit because of his posture, currently that of reclining on a large blue couch. The bunched fabric revealed little of what hid beneath, though now and again it would shift, and smooth, revealing an ominous bulge.

His name was Lucas.

Darren met him online, of course. Darren was shy. Not terminally, but enough that he was always the reserved one. He felt so self-conscious all the time. He tried not to let it affect him, but it ended up costing him self-confidence. He'd been on a few blind dates using online services before, but they'd usually been bad matches. The flamboyant, "I'm here and I'm queer and I don't care who knows it!" attitude wasn't bad, but it just didn't appeal to him. He preferred a more somber version, like "Hello, how are you? I'm gay, thanks for asking."

Darren wasn't bad looking. A bit average, but possibly cute. He was a tiger, which meant his looks rarely conveyed his reserved behavior. If wolves were muscle cars and foxes were sporty two-door convertibles, then tigers were supposed to be crazy European super cars: wild, a bit uncontrollable, and prone to good times and big crashes. Darren was really more like a family sedan. He was reliable, good natured, and not very exciting. He had the white fur around his muzzle, the black striped Vs on his forehead and more stripes on his cheeks, and a white fuzzy chest to match. A treadmill and a few weights at his apartment meant he kept in shape, but his belly was merely toned. The thick pelt coating his abdomen meant it always felt soft and plush anyways, so he didn't kill himself with the sit-ups.

He couldn't really compare to the lion, who was a good six inches tall than him and probably had a hundred and fifty pounds to boot. He was simply massive. He seemed especially so here, in the lion's old house, which had low, 8-foot ceilings. Though old, the house was well kept and respectable. Darren hadn't seen much of it on his way in, being as it was dark, but the gray siding was clean and the sidewalk level. The entryway to the house branched off into the kitchen and living room on the right, a set of stairs ahead, the living room on the left, and a few rooms, probably a bathroom, down past the stairs on the left. The living room featured a large blue microfiber couch, upon which the lion was currently reclining, a wooden coffee table, and a few other matching blue chairs. There was a television against the far wall and a few shelves holding books and DVDs.

Darren currently stood in the doorway to the living room, watching as the lion's huge paw gently placed a large water bong on the coffee table. Smoke swirled around the ceiling, visible even in the dim yellow glow cast by two bulbs attached to the ceiling fan. The dimmers were set very low.

"Lucas?" Darren asked. His thighs tightened. He wasn't opposed to catnip, but he wasn't a regular. Seeing someone doing it and not really caring about what some random person might think... Darren was a little jealous. He wanted to be able to do that. After all, it was the lion's house and he was the guest. Who was he to judge? Darren relaxed a little.

"That's me." The lion's voice was a low baritone. The large brown eyes glanced him up and down before the lips pulled back in an approving smirk. "Want a hit?"

Darren's eyes left the lion's chest and hovered on the water bong on the table. It was larger than the only other one he'd ever tried, a few years before when he was a freshman at college. This was a good eighteen inches long.

The lion scooted sideways from the middle of the couch and patted the cushion he vacated. Darren hesitated for a moment before deciding to accept. A little nip wouldn't hurt. The lion was hugely attractive. The weird bondage harness was a little strange, granted, but even if this turned into a one-night stand, well... Darren was pretty okay with that, all things considered.

The tiger slid onto the couch. The cushion was warm against his backside. He leaned forward and grasped the water bong. The lion's paw rose and flicked a lighter, igniting the nip in the bowl. Darren inhaled and pulled the stem out. He realized he'd gotten too much. Eyes watering, he tried to hold it together, but ended up coughing explosively, gasping for breath as the lion laughed and slapped him on the backside. Each thumping blow felt like it would crack his ribs.

When he recovered enough, the lion handed him a glass of water. Darren took a few sips.

"Thank you," he said.

"You're welcome. So, Darren, glad you were able to come over." The lion's smirk returned.

"Yeah, I was surprised you responded when I saw your picture," Darren said. Quickly, he added, "I mean, well, you're just... I mean, guys like you usually don't go for guys like me."

The lion shrugged. "What can I say? Maybe I'm not most guys."

Darren blushed and took another drink of water to avoid having to reply. He managed not to choke on the water as the lion's paw slid over his shoulders and down his back, resting between his lower spine and the cushion of the couch. He set the glass down on the coffee table before he spilled.

"Uh... so... what do you do for a living?" Darren asked. He hated how stupid he sounded. His awkwardness was going to ruin this, he was sure of it.

The lion grinned. "I own my own company. Self-employed. Your profile said you went to school?"

Darren nodded. "Yeah, I graduate next month." The lion's paw slowly rubbed his lower back.

"Good grades?"

"Yeah, pretty... pretty good." Darren tried not to squirm. The thick fingers stroked his fur, kneading the skin beneath.

The lion's paw lifted and reached for the bong. After a massive rip just as big as the first, the lion tapped the ashes from the bowl into an ashtray on the coffee table and set the stem down. His paw settled back over Darren's lower back. Smoke ran from the lion's nostrils like liquid, rolling past his whiskers, down his lips, and over his jaw. Darren watched, impressed at the show. He grinned despite his reservations about his situation. The nip was already kicking in. He could feel himself relaxing into the large, firm paw squeezing his lower back.

The big lion snorted, blowing out the rest of the smoke in his lungs. A large red tongue ran across firm black lips, over and around the large fangs in the front of his mouth. Those brown eyes studied Darren, appraising him. The tiger squirmed, not just because of the fingers on his lower back, but the piercing nature of the large feline's gaze.

"How about you take off your shirt?" the lion said, his voice a baritone purr. The question, however, was not really a question. Darren's eyes widened as he considered the request in a flash. It was going to happen. He and the lion... it was so quick. But he wanted it, didn't he?

Another glance at the golden feline's massive torso signed the deal. He did want it.

He leaned forward to pull his shirt off, revealing his trim, white-furred chest and belly. He had more white fur than the lion's singular patch on the sternum. As he leaned back, his rear end went right into the lion's waiting paw. The shirt hung above the floor, suspended in Darren's frozen fingers. The lion's paw squeezed on his rump cheeks, one after the other. It was more than suggestive. It wasn't just teasing. It was foreplay.

The tiger gasped and leaned back forward. The lion's other paw reached over and grasped his shoulder, pushing him back into the seat. Darren groaned despite himself. It was a small one, just over a breath, but the lion's smirk grew noticeably larger.

For a few minutes, the lion was content with fondling. Darren was happy with anything, or so he thought, until the lion issued another command in the form of a question.

"How about you lose those pants, too?"

Darren paused a moment longer this time, but not that much longer. So what if things were going quickly. He wanted this, right? The pants joined his shirt on the floor. He prepared to settle his rump back down against the lion's paw, but instead the bigger feline's arm pulled him over and turned him around, so that he was sat square on the lion's lap, legs straddling two tree trunk-like thighs. His boxers stretched around his sheath, outlining the very, very plump shape within. Darren was surprised he wasn't already rock hard. Especially now. This close to the lion, he could see the deep impressions of muscle beneath the tawny, lush fur coat. His paws reached out and pressed into both pectorals. The tiger's eyes widened as he felt the powerful muscles contract beneath his fingers as the lion flexed.

Okay, Darren decided. Now I'm hard. And it wasn't just the lion's muscular chest getting him excited. Beneath the tiger's tented boxers, under his rump, a thick appendage ground against his thighs. The tube was thick and slightly firm, but quickly grew harder when the lion's paws grasped Darren's hips and pushed him down against it. Darren closed his eyes, both hands running up Lucas's arms, feeling the hard biceps, the broad shoulders, the perfect chest. His nostrils flared, inhaling the big feline's powerful musk.

The lion growled, but in lust, not anger. Still, it chilled Darren to the bone. The paws on his hips squeezed tighter, pulling him down roughly. The tube ground into his rump roughly, spreading his cheeks even through his boxers. Darren leaned forward, backside arching, cheek pressing into Lucas's shoulder as he cried out.

There was no question who the top in the relationship would be. Darren knew that going in, of course, but this was... aggressive. Dominant. Lucas's sharp teeth nipped his ear. Darren twisted them back, gasping and moaning as the sharp teeth chased them, nipping and teasing him, until he was mewling from the stimulation. His fingers curled around the black leather harness, clutching at it as powerful paws rolled his hips against a growing log.

How long this had gone on until the lion decided to move on, Darren couldn't say. He only realized it had stopped when the big male's paws pulled him back and set him down like a sack of potatoes on his knees on the floor. Darren's eyes went wide all over again as he saw the shorts now, after the lion had used his rump to get the engine going. A large, girthy length stretched the fabric out past the waistband of the shorts. Clearly there was no underwear beneath. The fabric clung to the top and sides, pulling the legs upwards, which revealed the lower half of one of the lion's fuzzy white testicles. It was as big as Darren's fist.

"Go on... take it out," the lion said. The big feline's paws rested on his belly as he spread his legs, hips jutting out.

Darren did as ordered. His fingers pulled the waistband upwards, towards the lion's chest, then out and down, getting it around the stretching, throbbing member beneath. The lion's legs squeezed together and Darren scooted backwards to get the shorts past his knees and over his feet, but then moved right back in. His paws reached for the thick shaft, caressing the smooth, glossy red skin. It was a dark red, with thick veins beneath the flesh. It lurched at Darren's touch like a live thing and the tiger quickly smoothed his paws down the sides.

The lion grunted, shifting his hips to get his thick testicles a little more room. They fell over the edge of the couch partly, but the lion's arousal had pulled them taut against the base, like two overfilled water balloons. Darren's paws slid from the thick, smooth crown, down the broad, fat length, and pushed against the tight sheath riding up the stalk, revealing an extra two or so inches of hard lion flesh.

Darren couldn't help himself. The scent of it was too good. He opened his muzzle wide, tongue stretching out, and helped himself to a muzzle full of the thickest, hardest cock he'd ever seen. His cheeks bulged after little more than the tip. He pulled off with a gasp, licked his lips, and tried again. Both paws worked the rest of the thick eleven-inch shaft as his muzzle tried to deal with the first few. The lion's large paw lowered, coming to a rest on the back of his head.

"Yeah... good boy..."

Darren's ears flattened at the unexpected compliment. It was nice to know he was doing a good job, but it was also kind of... demeaning? Darren wondered if the lion had meant it that way.

"That's it... suck my dick like a good little bitch..."

Okay, Darren though, so the lion did mean it that way. Still, a little dirty talk never hurt anyone. It was kind of hot, to be honest.

The lion's paw shoved his head down, forcing his jaws to spread to accommodate almost half of his length. It ground into the back of his throat, though there was no way for it to penetrate his throat proper. That didn't seem to stop the lion, who brought his other paw to bear, settling a paw around each of his ears. Darren's eyes watered as the muscular feline pulled him up by the ears, giving him the momentary chance at a breath or two, before shoving him back down over his throbbing meat, right to the back of the throat again.

"Fuck, I love breaking in my new bitches," Lucas said, his voice a deep and lustful groan of pleasure. "Always got the tightest throats..."

Darren's tail was going nuts behind him, flicking and darting in every direction. His ears were flat to his skull, though he was drinking in every word the lion said. His jaw ached as he was manhandled roughly up and down the shaft. Darren loved every second of it. He'd never met anyone like Lucas. Lucas was so powerful... he knew what he wanted and he took it. Darren found that incredibly attractive. This wasn't even that rough, really. Darren liked it when a male took charge during sex and this certainly counted.

Besides, it was still the biggest, tastiest shaft he'd ever had the opportunity to have a go at, not to mention the lion's incredible body. He'd put up with a little rough blowjob, no sweat.

"Looking forward to that throat opening up soon," the lion said, his voice a long and lazy drawl. "Might take a few weeks, but we'll get there."

Darren's head swam, a combination of lack of oxygen and the huge hit of nip. He groaned around the shaft in his muzzle, choking on it as the lion casually face-fucked him again and again. His throat felt raw and abused after the lion finally pulled him off by the ears and dropped him. The tiger fell in a heap on the floor, but quickly was back on his knees, rubbing and licking and kissing the lion's huge red shaft.

The lion, though, was ready for more. Reaching into the side of the cushion and the couch, he withdrew a simple black leather collar. It had a single D-ring on the front and a plain silver buckle on the side. There was no writing or marking on it, no studs. It was fairly plain.

Lucas's smirk returned as he held the collar out to Darren and dropped it between the kneeling tiger's legs.

"Once you put that on... you're mine," the lion growled. He remained still but for his throbbing, flexing cock, as Darren reached for the collar.

The tiger wasn't sure what the lion meant, but he was so hard, so horny right now, he didn't care what happened next as long as it meant getting to suck that cock again. He quickly strapped the collar around his neck and buckled it.

The lion's reaction was swift. A lead appeared in his paw. His other paw grasped the collar, yanking Darren unceremoniously closer. The leash snapped onto the D-ring and the lion stood, cock standing proudly from his hips, dripping a bit of pre-cum over Darren. The tiger almost whimpered as he knelt, head tipped back, staring up at the massive, muscular lion. The thick golden paw grasped the end of the lead tightly, rolling it around his fingers a few times to shorten it up some.

Twirling on his heels, Lucas began to walk. Darren watched him, wondering where he was going, until the lead went taut and yanked him forward. He crashed into the floor and was dragged several feet across the hardwood before he scrambled to his hands and knees. Lucas kept going, with his arm held down low, so that the tiger couldn't stand. He was forced, instead, to crawl as quickly as he could after the huge lion as the male led him down the hallway, past the stairs, and through a door on the right half-hidden behind the stairway from the foyer. The light in the room was even darker than the light in the living room. Lucas pulled him through the door and closed it behind him.

The whites of the tiger's eyes shone in the semi-darkness. There were a few cabinets around the room, mounted to the walls, all painted black. There was a large king-sized four-poster bed in the middle of the room. The space was even big enough for a large television against the far wall, upon which was currently playing some pretty heavy bondage porn, from the quick glance Darren was able to take. The floor was a heavy, dark red knit. The windows were completely blacked out with dark red drapes the same shade as the floor. There was a nightstand on one side of the bed with a small lamp and a book. On the walls, five or six elaborate paintings of nude males, some muscular, some lithe, some smooth. There were two foxes, a wolf, a very muscular rabbit, and a plump hyena. Each painting had a bronze nameplate beneath, but Darren couldn't read what they said.

Lucas turned around and spread his legs. His cock trembled as a drip of pre-cum lowered from the tip, hanging almost to his knees before detaching and plopping against the floor.

"Suck."

The one-word command was followed by a sharp tug on the leash when Darren hesitated. The tiger gasped as he fell forward, but quickly righted himself. He ran his paws up the lion's powerful thighs before grasping his cock and pulling it down level with his muzzle. His lips spread as the nip in his brain made everything feel incredible. The lion's paws wrapped around his ears again, but this time he could feel the lead scraping his fur as well as the big feline's fingers.

There was no foreplay this time. The tiger was obviously now going to take it straight to the limit. His hips pumped forward rhythmically, filling Darren's muzzle to capacity over and over, pummeling the back of his already sore throat. Cum and saliva bubbled up around the edges, squeezing out past Darren's stretched lips to dribble into his chin fur. The lion's fingers gripped tight as he pumped forward and held himself deep, grinding his tip against the tiger's closed throat. Darren's eyes closed, watering intensely, muzzle scrunched up as he tried to keep his lips around his teeth. The shaft flexed upwards against the roof of his mouth, pumping a few shots of pre-cum that he couldn't swallow, making his cheeks billow.

Lucas eventually relented as pre-cum trickled out of Darren's nostrils. The tiger gagged as he tried to swallow the pre-cum left behind and coughed his way off that hard cock. Lucas smirked and tugged on the leash, giving the tiger precious little time to recover before he was hauled up onto the bed.

Lucas's paw shoved him onto his hands and knees towards the front of the bed. The lion's thighs bumped up against the back of Darren's. The tiger could feel the heavy nuts and huge cock against his hips. Lucas leaned forward, pushing Darren's hips into the bed, and reached upwards, for a small shelf above the pillows. Darren hadn't noticed it before, but from the sharp angle he was at, with his head nearly touching the wall already, he couldn't see what was on top of it.

He felt it, though, when the lion grabbed both of his wrists and pulled them effortlessly behind his back. Darren squawked with indignation as he felt a pair of padded handcuffs slapped around his wrists. Lucas dropped his wrists and hauled on the lead, forcing Darren to lean back, stomach and hips and hard erection shoved outwards, vulnerable. Sharp teeth grazed down the tiger's neck.

"Do we have a problem?" The low growl sent shivers through the tiger's spine. His cock lurched, shooting a wad of pre-cum onto the pillow.

"N... no!" Darren managed to gasp. The collar pulled him back further, against the tiger's chest, but his knees remained in front of him, putting him off balance.

"No... what?" Lucas demanded.

"No... no..." Darren thought frantically. "No, sir!"

The leash went slack and Darren was able to lean forward, relaxing his strained thighs.

"That's a good little bitch."

The words were like fire. Darren moaned as Lucas made preparations, drizzling lube first onto his own massive length, then onto two fingers and using them to lube up Darren. The tiger squirmed and moaned the whole while, but froze when he felt the tip grind against him. Lucas's thickness stretched him, and stretched him more, dimpling his whole rump in before the tip popped past the tiger's tight ring. Lucas growled and pulled on the lead, forcing Darren to suspend his head and chest a few inches above the pillows. This put all of the tiger's weight onto his neck, and the only way to relieve the pressure was... backwards.

Inch after glorious inch of hard, smooth lion cock spread the tiger open. The lube made the lion's girth bearable, but Darren still cried out in pain. Lucas grunted, added more lube, and kept going, until his cock was entirely buried within the squirming, groaning tiger's body. His fingers clenched and unclenched behind his back as he tried to raise his head, but it only made him push back harder onto that thick, hard cock. Lucas let the leash go slack and Darren fell forward onto the pillows.

What followed was a fucking of epic proportions. Darren hadn't known it was possible to fuck someone the way Lucas fucked him.

At first it wasn't too bad. Lucas pulled back, shoved in, a few dozen times, getting him nice and stretched. Darren's cock was spraying pre-cum like a fountain the whole while; all eleven inches hammered into him, milking his prostate until he was sure he'd cum any moment. He thrashed side to side, jerking against the collar and the cuffs.

Lucas stopped and turned Darren over. Didn't pull out first - just rolled him over. The tiger howled at the sensation of that massive fuckstick twisting his insides. His cock came, spraying a load of white seed across his belly and chest. The lion grinned and pulled the leash taut. He liked a pet who came easily. They were the most fun.

Darren's legs went to the sides as Lucas pounded him anew. The huge lion's lower belly slammed into the back of Darren's thighs with each rump-destroying thrust. Darren's head tipped back, muzzle hanging open, but shoulders and chest shoved into the air as Lucas tugged on the collar.

"Tell me you want it, bitch."

The response from the high, horny, lust-struck tiger was immediate. "I want it!"

"You want my cum?"

"Yes! Ah!"

"You want me to breed you? Make you my bitch? Own your ass like a slut?"

Darren's head spun. His arms rolled underneath him as the monstrous lion's huge member split him open. He could hardly breath and his cock was still shooting.

"Yes! Own me!"

He couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. He'd never done anything like this before. The lion's response was ferocious. His hips plunged forward and stayed there. Darren's eyes shut tight as he felt the huge load go off inside of him. It was hot and warm and made him feel so, so full... the lion's hips shook as he held himself deep, grunting with pleasure. His body was tense, flexed, intense as he came hard. Cum squeezed back out around his thickness, dripping onto the blankets below. The lion's claws slid down Darren's chest and belly. The tiger tightened up immediately, causing a chain reaction where the lion's cock would flex, making the tiger moan all over again. Sharp claws found Darren's nipples and teased them, pinching and circling. Darren's mouth hung slack as the lion thrust in hard again, then again and again, going in sets of three and four heavy humpings before holding himself in hard.

"You like my cum in you, slut?" the lion growled. His voice was strained as his cock flexed again.

"Yes! Yes!" Darren gasped.

"Gonna breed you like the bitch you are..."

The leash went tight as Lucas pulled his hips back. All eleven inches came sliding out of Darren's stretched hole, leaving him moaning and whimpering as cum dribbled out of him. The leash then went slack, and Darren fell onto his side on the bed.

Lucas got up and moved around behind him for a few moments. Then Darren felt a strap go around his ankles. There was a rattle of chains, then a loud click. Darren's head snapped up to see the huge lion standing up. Both of his ankles were bound in one leather cuff, which was chained to the post of bed, leaving only a foot or two of leeway. With his arms behind his back still, there was no way he'd be able to get out of this. His gut wrenched as he realized the lion may have been serious about the whole "own me" thing.

Lucas, however, didn't say a word. He reached down and grabbed the back of Darren's head, holding him up so he could use his other paw to wipe his half-hard cock clean across the tiger's fuzzy white cheeks. Then Lucas left, hitting the light switch as he went.

Darren couldn't tell how long he lay in the darkness. His cock ached. His ass ached. His brain ached. The nip was still strong, but he was starting to get worried. He flopped about a bit, testing the restraints, but the tiger was stuck.

Just before Darren thought he might try screaming, the door latch unlocked and the handle turned. The lion flicked on the low, dim lights and strode in. Darren rolled over to face him and watched hungrily as the huge male came near, all other thoughts forgotten in an instant at the sight of the feline's semi-hard boner drooping from his sheath above his massive nuts.

"Open up, slut. You're getting it in the muzzle this time."

Massive thighs squeezed around the sides of Darren's head as the lion straddled him, pinning his shoulders down into the bedcovers. A huge paw fed the fat shaft towards Darren's hungry muzzle, but the glistening tip pulled away at the last moment.

"What do you say?"

Darren panted hard. He could feel his humiliation rising. But he wanted that cock so badly...

"Please." It was so degrading. But, strangely, exhilarating. To give up control.

"Please... what?" The leash pulled tight.

"Please... let me suck your cock!" Darren said, tongue out, mouth straining for the lion's half-hard length. He was disgusted at himself inside, thinking it pathetic what he was doing, but at the same time, he couldn't help himself...

"Such a slut... and so tight!" Lucas said, as he pushed his cock down, pressing it between the tiger's lips. He leaned forward, hips pushing now, forcing the rest of the half-hard length into Darren's muzzle. He was soft enough for the entire length to squeeze in, but quickly began to grow harder and longer. Darren's muzzle bulged, eyes squeezed shut, eyes watering, nostrils working overtime to breathe in the lion's musky crotch as the huge male upped the pressure. Darren swallowed rhythmically, massaging the very tip in the back of his throat. The lion's hips thrust, pulling back and shoving in, each time having gotten a bit longer, a bit thicker, and a whole bunch harder, until the fully fledged stalk ground past the tiger's lips at full size. Darren's throat clenched at the tip as the lion's hips pumped hard, fast, heavy, shoving as much as he could get into Darren's mouth. The tiger's cock twitched, completely erect as his nostrils filled with nothing but the aroused male's masculine scent.

"Oh, fuck... yeah, slut... suck my dick... suck it hard, bitch..."

A stream of verbal encouragements flowed from the lion, who leaned over further onto all fours. His hips pumped hard enough that Darren's head ended up bouncing back and forth against mattress. His muzzle was a mess of saliva and pre-cum as the lion used and abused him. He loved every moment of it, even when the lion tried to force open his throat again. He gagged on pre-cum, managed to swallow, and kept going, suckling and slurping as much as he could on the long, thick length.

It did the trick. Lucas's thrusting grew erratic around fifteen minutes in. Darren's vision was blocked out by the lion's powerful abdomen as the big male lowered himself, backside curling, tail lifting straight up. Cum flooded Darren's muzzle, surprising the tiger by the shocking amount of it. Instead, streams of hot lion jizz rolled down his cheeks and chin. More came out of his nostrils as he struggled for breath. Lucas bore down on him, forcing him to swallow most of the huge load. The lion kept his jerking, flexing cock deep in the tiger's muzzle until he was totally drained. Only then did his massive testicles lift from Darren's chin and neck. The tiger gasped and coughed for breath after the fat length pulled free of his throat.

Once more, Lucas cleaned his cock on Darren's face. The humiliation made him squirm. The tiger groaned and moaned as the huge, fleshy erection rolled over the bridge of his muzzle, filling the distance from his eyes to his nose. And that monstrosity had been inside him?

"Get some sleep, bitch. You're gonna need it."

The lion's ominous goodbye was followed by the light flicking off and the door closing and locking. Darren rolled into the most comfortable position he could find with his arms still bound behind him and, trying not to rattle the chains attached to his feet, drifted off into an uneasy sleep. What else could he do? He was at the tiger's mercy. Maybe it was the last of the nip, maybe it was a long-awaited self-realization, but he kind of liked being at the tiger's mercy. In fact... he really liked it.

He fell asleep smiling.

He was woken up an indeterminate amount of time later by a huge cock grinding under his tail. The lube hadn't yet warmed up and shocked him awake just as Lucas forced his tip past Darren's ring. Half-asleep, confused, and unable to move in the restraints, Darren yowled with surprise and no small amount of pleasure as the lion's 11-inch thick monster pummeled his rump, filling him completely. Lucas hilted on the first go and immediately pulled back. He thrust in again, hard.

Darren was on his side, legs still clamped together. The lion was fucking him from behind, at a strange angle that made every inch grind along the tiger's inner walls. Darren's cock jerked to attention as the rough, hard fucking continued. This was not, however, for Darren's pleasure, though the tiger was certainly enjoying himself once he was awake enough. This was all for Lucas. The lion wanted to fuck, so the lion fucked, whether Darren was awake or not. Lucas's sharp claws pricked his skin he was bodily tugged backwards and rolled forward, again and again, until pre-cum and lube made anew the mess of his rump.

Instead of cumming inside of him, this time Lucas pulled out roughly and shoved Darren onto his back. The tiger's surprised groans echoed around the room as Lucas jerked himself off, shooting thick streams of cum across the smaller male's face.

"That's it, slut... lick it up..."

Darren groaned louder as he followed Lucas's commands. His long tongue swirled over his lips, catching up every drop it could reach, and scooped them back into his muzzle. He opened his mouth wide.

"Heh... eager little bitch... you really want my cum, don't you?" the lion growled. A few blasts of thick, intoxicatingly musky and salty jizz splattered the general area of Darren's white-furred muzzle.

And then the big male was gone again, after wiping his cock clean on Darren's cheeks.

So it went for the rest of the night. Darren slept when he could; mostly, he waited, cock aching, for the doorknob to turn. Darren remembered each and every visit. The lion fucked his mouth four times and his ass five times. He would have done more on the mouth, "to loosen your slut lips up," but "that ass is just too fuckin' tight not to fuck." Darren had never been so humiliated... or so aroused. He came without being touched three times; a light touch from the lion set him off once, near morning, after he'd been edging for a good two hours. His mind had blanked at the pleasure as the lion finished up inside of him.

Darren had collapsed into the bed, utterly spent, but the lion undid the cuffs and the chain.

"Get yourself clean, bitch. You smell like cum."

Darren moaned, not wanting to move. The slap across his sore rump echoed like a shot in the room and he yelped, then clutched at his backside.

"When I say move, you fucking move, you worthless little bitch." The lion's paw struck again, smacking the other side of his rump. Darren grit his teeth, but his cock... well, his cock was hard all over again.

"Look at you. Pathetic. Some predator you are. Look at your cock," the lion growled, leaning in so that his lips hovered above Darren's face. The tiger froze as hot breath washed over his muzzle. "You want me. You know it. I know it. I can do anything to you and you'll love every moment of it, won't you, slut? You just let me fuck you all night long." Sharp teeth grazed Darren's neck. "I own your ass. You belong to me now. So when I say get clean, you do it."

Darren hardly breathed at the feather-light touch of sharp fangs to his jugular. His cock flexed, jerking wildly. He lusted for the monster so badly. Every moment brought him deeper into Lucas's thrall. The masculine, predatory, domineering, regal lion, treating him like an peasant, an insect, a slave... he loved it. He wanted it.

No... he needed it.

"Yes, sir!" he cried out, hips pushing upwards. The lion's tongue slathered his jugular with saliva and he nearly came. "Oh, fuck, yes, master, please!"

The lion's purr signaled his pleasure in his new belonging's behavior. "Much better. Now, slut, go get yourself cleaned up. You smell like cum."

Another hard, stinging spanking landed on Darren's rump as he rushed for the door the lion pointed to, on the far side of the room from the hallway door. It was a small bathroom, barely managing to wedge a stand-up shower, a toilet, and a small sink and medicine cabinet. Darren washed up and dried himself off with an electric blow drier, then returned to the room. The door was open, so Lucas dressed in his clothes from the night before and stuck his head outside the door. No sign of Lucas.

He found the lion in his kitchen. The huge male sat at his table eating a bowl of cereal with the newspaper open in front of him. Darren stood near the entrance to the kitchen awkwardly, not sure what to do.

The paper lowered slightly and those huge brown eyes peered at the tiger.

"The fuck are you still doing here, slut? And where's your collar?"

"I... I just..."

Darren had taken the collar off when he showered and left it on the bed in the room. As for what he was still doing here... well, he didn't know he wasn't supposed to be. This wasn't fair of the lion at all.

The paper slammed down. Lucas, Darren realized, was dressed in a fabulously expensive suit. It made him look even more kingly. A smirk formed on the well-dressed feline's lips.

"When I want my dick sucked by a little faggot bitch, I know who to call. Now get your collar and get the fuck out."

The dismissal was immediate, abrupt, and, for Darren, wrenching. The cruelness of the lion's words didn't bother him nearly as much as the thought that he couldn't see the big male naked again before he left. The lion wasn't serious about owning him after all. It was just a role-play. An extended role-play, but a fake game all the same. The tiger was strangely disappointed, despite the moments of panic and doubt he'd experienced in between the bouts of brutal lovemaking he'd endured the night previous.

Lucas raised his newspaper, obscuring his face and the small smile playing on his lips. The initiation phase was difficult. Lucas wondered whether this one would make it. He hoped so... his balls churned within his slacks as he remembered the tiger's cum-covered face begging for more. He was half tempted to bend the bitch over the table and fuck him on top of the cereal... but the lion resisted.

There would be plenty of time for that later.

Darren turned away and headed into the hallway, then towards the front door. By the time he got to his car, his phone was out, checking for messages from the lion. All day long at work, as he squirmed on top of his worn out, abused rump, he wondered if the lion would call. He stayed home that evening, fitfully checking his email or playing a video game. He tried to read and couldn't focus. His phone remained in his pocket, though he checked it every few minutes to ensure the battery hadn't died.

His cock was hard all night, despite masturbating to the memory of the lion half a dozen times. When Darren did sleep, he dreamed of golden arms and black leather. Even if it was just a fun role-play the lion enjoyed, Darren had enjoyed it. A lot.

A full week passed before Darren's phone showed an incoming text message from the lion. It read, quite simply, "Be here in twenty minutes. Wear nothing but underwear and your collar on your way over."

Darren stared at the message, eyes wide. Already his cock was pushing free from his white-furred sheath, sprouting a chub of an erection. A ball formed in the pit of his stomach as he pondered another long, long night with the insatiable feline. Then he re-read the second part of the message. The pit in his stomach grew wider. Getting there naked from here meant walking out of his apartment in naught but his boxers and driving five miles away in less than... 17 minutes.

The tiger's arms tugged his shirt off as he stumbled out of his bedroom. Clumsy paws fumbled for his jeans, tugging them down and kicking them off before he made it to the door. He grabbed them in his arms, having enough foresight to remember he'd have to drive home as well, intending to leave them in the car. He stuffed his feet into a pair of sandals and adjusted his erection, trying to obscure it behind the waistband of the boxers. He yanked his keys from the pocket of his jeans and rushed into the hallway, pausing only to lock the door behind him. He fled down the long, narrow corridor to the stairs and jumped down them two at a time. He slowed down on the ground floor as he passed another person, walking normally and keeping his head straight. The chipmunk's nose was pressed to her smartphone, however, and she didn't even notice him as he passed. He lurched outside and across the parking lot to his car. The key slipped and scratched a long groove in the paint under the handle, but he got it on the second try. Darren wouldn't be able to remember the drive later; it was simply a frantic blur of racing from stoplight to stoplight with one eye on the clock.

He screeched to a halt in front of Lucas's house. It was only 6 p.m. so the light illuminated it better than his first visit. This time, however, Darren didn't notice the details in his haste to get to the door. He ran up the pavement, still buckling the collar around his neck, and stabbed his finger at the doorbell, then glanced around side to side. So far, it didn't appear that anyone else was out on the street. He dreaded the idea of one of Lucas's neighbors seeing him as he shifted from foot to foot. What was taking the lion so long to answer the door?

His ears tipped forward as he heard heavy footsteps approach. He held his arms over his stomach and thighs, though his nervousness thankfully put an end to his erection. His tail curled around his left knee as he listened intently. He could hear the lion on the other side of the door. And then he heard the lion walking away. Darren was in agony. Was he not supposed to be here? Had he read the text wrong? He waited for a few minutes, anxiously glancing around all the while, but the lion's footsteps did not return.

No. No, this was a test, he was sure of it. He grit his teeth and hit the doorbell again. The footsteps approached again and this time the door opened. Behind it stood the lion, clad in a pair of blue jeans and the same X-shaped harness across his chest. He smirked down at the nervous tiger, huge chest rising and falling with his steady breathing.

"Clothes in the car?" he asked, his voice a rumble.

Darren nodded.

"Get 'em."

The tiger, still clad only in underwear, gripping his keys in one paw, rushed back and retrieved his pants and a shirt. The lion took them, stepped onto the porch, and threw them up onto the roof. Darren stared in dismay. The lion stepped back into the doorway.

"Drop the boxers."

Darren's eyes darted from the lion to one side, back to the lion, and then to the other side, all in the space of a moment. The quiet street had many houses, but nobody was out at the moment, blessedly. The tiger's hesitation cost him a long growl of displeasure from the lion. Darren's fingers hooked into the boxers and tugged them down, trying avoid angering the big male. He stood in the open air, facing the lion, cock just peeking out of his sheath. The wind blew through his fur and he shivered with self-consciousness.

The lion said nothing and didn't move for several minutes, though Darren squirmed under his deep gaze. The tiger stood there, naked, on the porch, his clothes on the roof and his boxers draped over his feet, until finally, blessedly, Lucas took a step to the side and motioned Darren in. Once he was past the door, Lucas closed it behind him. He was about to turn, but the lion's huge right paw reached out and grasped the back of his neck, holding him tight by the scruff, underneath the collar. Lucas shoved him against the wall, so the side of a hanging painting, and ground his hips forward, shoving his bulge up under the tiger's tail. Teeth closed around his ears, nipping and biting, teasing him until he cried out, both paws flat to the wall, hips pushing back against the lion's thrusts.

Darren knew the humiliating nude experience was worth it. This was incredible. Big paws groped at him roughly, stroking and squeezing him, scratching his skin through his pelt with sharp claws. The paws were everywhere: pressing over his smooth chest, clutching at his belly, wrapping around his sheath and balls and squeezing them firmly. He was hard in moments as the bulging jeans shoved against him rhythmically.

"Good boy," the lion said, his voice a low whisper. The praise was followed by a heavy thrust that pinned his hips to the wall. He squirmed, gasping and moaning as Lucas's chest and belly pressed into him. The lion's hands slid over Darren's arms, from the shoulders to the wrist, pulling them out to the sides. At the same time, the big feline's muzzle pressed into the crook of the tiger's neck, huffing and snuffling at his fur. The powerful muscles rippled against the tiger as the bigger male's body pressed in tightly, thigh to thigh, hip to hip, chest to backside. Darren's tail wiggled futilely, the tip just sticking out between his lower back and Lucas's belly.

Darren sagged back onto his feet as the monstrous lion backed away. Large paws grasped his collar and attached the lead, and then he found his head yanked down. He fell onto his hands and knees in front of the lion and stared up at him, ears back, eyes wide. He could barely see Lucas's face beyond the bulging denim.

"Come."

The curt command gave Darren little time to prepare. As before, he had to crawl along behind Lucas, who kept the lead painfully short, so that his face nearly pressed between the lion's legs as he struggled to keep up and not be simply dragged across the floor. The big feline led him straight to the black room. Once inside, Lucas dragged him up onto the bed and flipped him onto his back. Before Darren could even move, the huge lion had his wrists in one paw, his ankles in the other, and was wrapping a leather cord around all four. He was hogtied.

The lion undid the button on his jeans, pulled down the fly, and tugged the jeans down over his knees. A pair of bulging, tight black underwear wrapped around the thick length of the lion's erection, which curled towards the side of his hips. The tiger moaned as the lion pulled it free and squeezed the base, showing off all eleven fat inches for the excited striped feline. Darren watched further as the lion poured a healthy amount of lube over his length. The tiger could guess what would happen next. He squirmed and gasped as two thick fingers worked him open, roughly lubing him up. Lucas's paws rolled him over so that his legs had to bend, drawing his ankles up towards his hips, and his back curled over, so that his wrists could reach. His face turned to the side, pushed heavily forward into the bedspreads as the lion's large paws grasped his upturned, exposed, and vulnerable rear end.

The monster length shoved into him with little warning. Darren cried out, tensing and wriggling frantically, though the lion's powerful grip kept him from going anywhere. All eleven inches sunk into his body, making him cry out again, panting and moaning with painful desire. The lion leaned over him, grinding his hips in and out with short, hard motions, working his cock side to side in addition to back and forth. Darren groaned into the sheets, eyes squeezed shut as Lucas's hard belly and incredible chest pressed down on his backside. The lead pulled on his collar as the lion's verbal abuse began.

"What a little slut, letting me fuck you like this. You like getting dragged around like my little pet? You like wearing your collar?"

Darren's ears went flat to his head as the lion's thrusts elongated, pulling more inches free before driving them back into his burning tail hole.

"Yes! Yes... oh, fuck, yes..."

Lucas growled and turned his head slightly to the side. His jaws opened wide, cavernous, and closed around Darren's shoulder. The tiger knew what that meant. As sharp teeth pressed into his skin, a large golden arm wrapped around his belly, holding him tight. Lucas thrust harder, heavier, faster, pulling almost all of his thick length free before grinding back in. Pre-cum bubbled up around the puling, flexing length, as his jaws slowly ground back and forth on Darren's shoulder. The tiger was completely helpless, unable to stop even if he wanted to. The bite to the shoulder thrilled him in ways he hadn't known possible. He was being utterly dominated... and he loved it. He gasped, green eyes flashing open, as his cock flexed against his belly. The lion pounded him hard, rough, non-stop, spreading his rump easily with his fat maleness. Darren's guttural cries echoed around the room. There was something else, too. Somebody was begging to get fucked harder. They were actually saying it: "Harder! Fuck me! Yes!" Only a minute or two later, when the voice was telling the lion all about how much he loved the big feline's muscles, did Darren realize that it was his voice.

"Yeah, slut... you love taking my cock, don't you? What a little faggot bitch..."

"Ahhh! Oooh! Har... harder! Yes! I love it... I want it ah! Alllll!"

The lion's breathing quickened as his heady musk filled the room. His backside curled away from Darren and the two big paws returned to the tiger's rear end. Better leverage in this position meant harder thrusting. The tiger's voice went into the higher registers as the muscular, powerful lion's body drove those thick eleven inches in over and over again, pulling out nearly to the tip each time.

"Fuckin' tight little slut... damn, that feels good! Squirm for me, bitch! Show me you love it!"

Darren closed his eyes again, groaning with need. His cock ached harder than ever and his balls felt like they would burst. Strong paws groped at him, slapping his rump cheeks, clawing at his backside, all while those powerful hips drove forward over and over and over. It was simply too much. Darren tensed, feeling a powerful orgasm wrench whatever control he had left away from him in an instant. His bound body bucked backwards, surprising even the lion, as the tiger came harder than he could ever remember. White stripes painted the bed sheets and his chest as his ass clenched tight around the invading member. Lucas's rumbling growls pitched lower into a state of intense pleasure for the next few minutes as Darren's squirming, wriggling, clenching body shook and trembled beneath him.

Lucas closed his eyes as he shoved forward, eliciting another lovely moan from the bound tiger. A moment later, a crescendo of pleasure signaled the arrive of his own orgasm. His claws grasped the tiger's hips tightly as he leaned backwards, hips thrusting forward. Spigots of cum welled up inside the smaller male. Darren felt the heat and made a low guttural noise that stirred Lucas's already churning testicles. Thick, musky lion seed spilled out of Darren's overstuffed rump over the course of the next several minutes, while the lion eventually relaxed and leaned forward, paws bracing his large body on the bed beneath, to either side of Darren's shoulders. His cock throbbed, flexed, and jerked inside the tiger, each movement drawing more gasps and moans and pleas from the smaller feline's muzzle.

Darren cried out, almost hollering, as the lion pulled away. The slick, hard length left an empty void in him when it was gone. He shivered as he fell onto his side, unable to keep his balance. His rear end ached terribly, but he didn't mind. The lion was happy, so he was happy. Lucas even leaned over and licked the bridge of his muzzle, but it was followed by a firm smack to the rump.

"Fuck, you're good. I can't wait to show you to the boys at the club," Lucas purred. "They're gonna just love you."

Darren breathed hard, chest still heaving, unable to do more than groan in response. There was another harsh smack to the rump that made his skin tingle sharply, then Lucas left the room, leaving him alone in the dark. He wasn't chained to the bed this time, but with his arms still attached to his ankles, it was impossible for him to walk out anyways. Darren guessed maybe an hour passed, but the room was pitch black thanks to the heavy curtains over the windows.

Lucas didn't say anything as he entered. He pressed a button near the door. There was a whirring noise, like the sound of a projection screen lowering, but instead of a screen, a large metal hook descended from the ceiling over the middle of the floor, halfway between the foot of the bed and the wall. When it was about six feet off the floor, the lion lifted his finger. Darren's cock lurched as Lucas demonstrated his power by lifting him easily and setting his bound ankles and wrists around the hook, so that he was suspended several feet off the floor. His head hung directly in front of the lion's bulging sheath, which showed off just a bit of that thick red shaft through the soft white fur.

Resting one paw on the hook, Lucas used his other paw to grasp at his sheath. Powerful fingers massaged the white furred container, urging inch after inch of growing red lion-meat free. Darren watched, blood rushing to his head, eyes wide as he stared at the monster, impressed as ever by its girth.

Lucas wasn't even half hard when he decided it was time to put Darren's muzzle to use. The big lion pulled on the hook, causing Darren to swing forward a few inches. The lion grasped his cock at the base and dragged it back and forth against the tiger's lips, smearing pre-cum and musk over Darren's white and orange face. The lion's mane shifted as his bulging arms held the tiger steady.

"Give it a kiss... that's it... look at you... making out with my fat cock..."

Darren blushed as he planted his lips against the tip, moaning through his nose as he felt the whole thing tremble. A spurt of pre-cum splattered over his nostrils as the lion's paw pulled the thick cock back to the side. Darren closed his eyes as the length swept forward, slapping across his muzzle. Lucas grunted and repeated the move on the other side of Darren's face.

"Bitches like you deserve to get dick-slapped," Lucas growled. "Teaches you your place in the world. Now, slut, beg to suck my cock."

Darren closed his eyes, lust welling up inside of him. The more degrading and humiliating the lion treated him, the harder he got. He was at full mast currently and leaking like a Russian naval ship.

"Please, sir, let me taste it!"

"Taste what?"

"Oh, fuck... oh, your dick! Please!"

"Yeah? You want it, slut?" Lucas growled. He moved the fat, dripping tip closer to Darren's tongue, only to pull away at the last moment. This continued for a few minutes, until the tiger's muzzle filled with foul, urgent begs.

"Please, fuck my muzzle! Show me what a bitch I am... I've got to taste it... please!"

Satisfied, Lucas pushed his hips forward. The tiger's eager lips wrapped around the nearly solid length. It throbbed as Lucas pushed forward, grinding in to the back of Darren's throat on the first go, gagging the small male, who thrashed in his bindings. His head tipped back further, throat bulging as he swallowed reflexively. Lucas pressed a large paw flat to the tiger's chest, slowly petting and stroking him, as his hips slid back and forth, dragging the fat length back and forth. The lion's huge nuts draped over Darren's face, obscuring his vision.

"Mmmh, yeah, like that," Lucas groaned. "You are gonna be a world-class cocksucker by the time I'm through with you. Fuck..."

Lucas's paws manipulated the chain, causing Darren to swing back and forth. The lion met each forward swing with a thrust, hammering his cock to the back of the tiger's muzzle, before pulling back on the out-swing. Cum and saliva coated his shaft and Darren's lips as the tiger's wrists and ankles pulled at their bonds. Lucas looked down at his prey, enjoying the sight of the small male's arms and legs trussed up, white-furred neck fully exposed, throat bulging with thick, erect lion shaft. He purred, deep and low, as he increased the speed of his thrusts. Each time, he worked his cock against Darren's throat, trying to open him up just a little bit more each time.

"Swallow that cock, slut... yeah... good boy..."

It wasn't long before Lucas felt the urge to cum grow unstoppable. The paw stroking the tiger's belly instead gripped the male's long fur and pulled. At the same time his hips went forward. Darren wiggled and thrashed as a torrent of cum choked him. Most of it went straight back out of his muzzle, but plenty of it shot out of his nostrils, leaving his muzzle a mess of slick, musky cum. He tried to swallow, but it was difficult at such a strange angle. He ended up coughing most of it out around the lion's cock.

It was with some relief that Darren's head tipped back after Lucas pulled free. Cum drizzled out of his muzzle, off of his tongue, off of his lips, off of his nose. His arms and legs ached and his cock was so hard it hurt.

Lucas lifted him off the hook set him on the ground on his backside. The lion's growl filled the room as he undid the cable around Darren's ankles and wrists. The tiger, once free, winced as circulation returned and rubbed his arms. Lucas, however, had more important things for the tiger to worry about.

A massive foot lifted, then descended across Darren's face. The tiger whimpered as black paw pads pressed into his cheek and head. The lion shoved his face down to the floor, next to the puddle of cum he'd been unable to swallow earlier. It was partially soaked into the carpet, but much of it still remained pooled on top.

"Clean it up, slut. You should know better than to waste my cum."

With Lucas's heavy foot on the back of his head, Darren didn't have much of a choice, not that he wanted one at this point. He was beyond humiliated. He was so far past degraded that he'd emerged from the other side. He wanted the lion to punish him. He wanted the lion's hard, brutal fucking. He wanted his muzzle stretched, his jaw abused, his ass filled. And if all he had to do to get that was suck a little of the lion's musky, salty cum off the carpet...

Lucas smiled as the small feline's slurps and heavy breathing echoed up to him. Sometimes, he thought, as he dug his toes into the cat's fur, being the dominant one was too easy.

The next morning, Darren woke up a cum-soaked mess. Lucas had practiced hogtying him throughout the night, bursting into the room with a raging erection, strapping him up, and fucking him stupid at least five times. The tiger had lost count. His fur was crusty and dried with cum - mostly the lion's - and his tail hole tingled pleasurably. His cock jerked, but his poor balls were bone dry. If he came again, he was sure there'd only be dust coming out.

Remembering what happened last time, Darren rose quickly and showered, cleaning and drying himself until he was sure he'd gotten fully clean. It wasn't until he was making the bed clad in a towel that he remembered he had no clothes. Well, almost none. He poked his head into the hallway and, still with the towel wrapped around his hips, found his boxers near the front door. He slipped them on under the towel and was prepared to leave when he heard a low growl from behind.

"You're going to leave with that shit still up on my roof?" the lion said.

Darren turned. Lucas was dressed again in a fantastic suit. The sharp angles accentuated his displeased expression. His mane this morning was pulled back into a tight, samurai-like ball at the back of his head.

"I thought... I mean..."

"Fucking sluts always trying to think," Lucas said, striding forward. Hard knuckles rapped across Darren's skull. The tiger winced. "Bitches," Lucas continued, leaning down so his muzzle was in front of Darren's, "don't think. They do what they're fucking told. Now get that shit down from my roof and then get the fuck out of here."

Darren fled from the growling lion, dashing through the front door and off the front porch, towel flying around his hips. Eyes wide, he turned towards the garage. The side door was thankfully open and he found a ladder inside. The window blinds were closed as he set the ladder against the side of the house and climbed up to retrieve his pants and shirt. He hoped nobody saw him. After putting away the ladder, he dressed in the garage. He wasn't sure what to do with the towel, so he took it with him, intending to wash it and bring it back the next time.

The next time wasn't for two long, long weeks. Darren fell asleep each night after masturbating to the lion's image. He could still feel that fat cock stretching his mouth and rump, the feel of the big male's hot breath across his face, the taste of that thick, sticky seed splattering across his lips...

Darren was a mess. Work suffered, sleep suffered. He would pop erections at random and daydream about big, golden arms and hard, perfect chests. His dreams were haunted by large brown eyes staring him down, sometimes angry, sometimes lustful.

The text message was short: "Here. Now."

It was six; Darren was at the front door in his boxers and collar within fifteen minutes. The lion allowed him in on the first ring, not bothering to make the striped feline stand nude outside as he had the last time. The reason for that was clear: the lion was horny. He was nude but for the familiar leather harness and his erection was pronounced. In fact, it was angry. Red, throbbing, flexing, drooling... the lion was primed. Darren was barely past the door when it slammed shut behind him. He was thrown to the ground and mounted within sixty seconds. The pre-lubed shaft popped inside of him as his chest was forced against the hardwood. He screamed Lucas's name as the lion's shaft spread him open roughly. The lion's bared teeth and warning growls signified the rough session that was to follow.

"I haven't cum in three weeks... you're gonna get all three weeks' worth tonight, slut!" the lion announced, his voice a low and mean growl. Already his hips pumped forward; one leg swung over Darren's hip as the other knelt between the tiger's legs. Claws caught in Darren's fur, tugging him back roughly. The tiger yowled as the invading shaft penetrated to the hilt over and over. The lion's claws raked down his backside, scratching his skin through his pelt.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck!" he screamed. But the light pain only added to his pleasure and he arched his back, independent shoulder blades shifting and moving as he rolled his body back and forth. The leash snapped onto his collar and he turned his head, watching with awe. Lucas was magnificent. The leather leash was clamped between his teeth. One paw gripped his side, just above his hip, squeezing and pulling on him, forcing him back over the thick length. The other paw reached up and grabbed his shoulder, giving the big golden male even more leverage to fuck the tiger. Darren's cock swung up and down wildly as the lion pounded him. Lucas fucked him so hard that the lion came after only a few minutes. Darren's eyes closed as he felt the now familiar jolt of cum, the warmth and fullness it brought with it. Only... Lucas didn't stop fucking. The big cat's growl intensified, lowered, and his hips shoved in harder, fucking the tiger right on through the orgasm. Darren turned his head to look at Lucas again and his balls went taut. The lion was a picture of ferocity. Lips pulled back, gums exposed, sharp fangs on full display, with a nearly feral look in his big brown eyes. Every hair on his pelt bristled with energy, making his muscles appear even bigger and more powerful than normal.

The lion twisted Darren around, turning him onto his backside. Strong arms clamped around his legs, holding the backs of the tiger's thighs to the lion's lower belly. Darren had to lift his head and hold onto the lion's paws as the kneeling male's hips drove forward again and again, until a second intense wave of cum blasted into the tiger's sopping wet rear. The lion roared as he came, face inches above the tiger's jaws stretched out wide, huge fangs dripping saliva over the tiger's head. Darren's ears pinned down as he felt cum draining down the back of his thighs. His cock lurched as a spontaneous orgasm wracked his own body. He seized up, hardly able to breath, as the big lion continued to pummel him.

Would it ever end? Had he really not cum for three weeks? Powerful arms moved him again, positioning him wherever and however the lion liked, as the fat cock worked in and out over and over, for nearly another hour, during which Lucas filled him no less than three times. When he finally pulled out of Darren's now completely white rump, Lucas went for the muzzle next. It was nearly midnight before the tiger's aching jaw was finally released; his belly was swollen with the amount of seed he'd had to swallow. The tiger came a total of three times during the evening, which was absolutely no match for the rampaging lion, who performed four times as many.

And so it went. As time went by, the lion's texts appeared closer together, sometimes twice in a row. Once, on a Saturday morning, he'd barely gotten home after a long Friday night fuckfest, only to get a message to get back over. How he'd survived that weekend, Darren had no idea.

Each visit was different, too. The sixth time, Lucas strapped Darren to the bed on his back, spread eagle, and fucked his muzzle a few times. Darren's cock was throbbing, close to the edge, after he choked down the second load of thick cum. The lion, however, used a small leather cock ring, black in color, to keep the tiger from cumming. That's when the edging began. Instead of leaving him alone in the darkness, Lucas teased Darren mercilessly. The lion proved adept at using his fingers, tongue, muzzle, and even a few props, like a feather, to keep Darren right on the edge. The tiger begged the lion to let him cum, begged him, crying out for it for hours. Only after Darren agreed he was a worthless pussy, a stupid fucktoy, a tight little bitch, and that Lucas was his master, his only master, and he'd obey Lucas in everything, that he was allowed to cum.

He'd barely recovered from the mind-shattering orgasm before he was told to "clean himself the fuck up and get the fuck out" by the lion, who decided to watch as the tiger showered as well. Darren was incredibly self-conscious the whole while, but also perversely turned on. And, he was beginning to suspect the whole "master and pet" thing wasn't really a role-play anymore. He was delivering himself mostly naked to the lion's house, allowing the huge, muscular male to fuck him - no, not even fuck him. To breed him. To make him a bitch intent on nothing but fucking and sucking and doing anything to make master feel good.

The ninth visit involved a vibrating dildo set to high and taped into his ass. He'd had to wear the cock ring and suck Lucas's cock as the lion watched a movie. It was an action movie. Every time something exciting occurred, Lucas's paw would tighten, forcing the tiger down on his stiff erection heavily.

Soon, Darren was spending more time at Lucas's house than he was at his own. He'd often go straight from work to the lion's black room, only stopping for something to eat on the way. Darren didn't care, though.

After the twentieth visit, Darren discovered he no longer had a job. Lucas had called his company to tell them the tiger was working for a new firm. He didn't have the balls to tell the lion that costing him his job wasn't okay. The lion also terminated his apartment contract and moved everything he owned into a storage locker. The lion even withdrew him from school. Darren didn't care, because Lucas gave him a job: he was now the lion's live-in housemaid. His only clothes were bondage gear - which the lion frequently used to full effect on him during their long night sessions - and a French maid outfit. The lion enjoyed watching the dolled up tiger get pounded up the rump.

Darren had gone from a one-night-stand to a live-in fuck-servant. Strangely, he didn't care. He loved every moment of it. The more humiliating and degrading the lion treated him, the more he wanted the hulking male. The slaps, the spankings, the verbal abuse, the lack of clothing... none of it mattered. Lucas even made Darren sleep on the floor at the foot of the bed in the master bedroom upstairs some nights. Darren was happy to, since it meant he could be nearer to the lion. When he didn't have chores or fucking to do, Darren worked out on the equipment in the lion's garage. He buffed up quickly, adding dozens of pounds of raw muscle to his formerly mediocre body.

He learned quickly. The tiger learned not to cook Lucas's meals wrong. He learned not to make Lucas's bed wrong. He learned to keep a regular supply of nip ready for the big male. Each lesson came with a brutal pounding, throat or ass. He learned how to not gag on the tiger's cock, how to swallow the length deeper into his throat, and how to squirm and clench just so to make the lion feel good.

He took to calling Lucas "Master" instead of anything else. He washed Lucas's clothes every day, ironed his shirts, shined his shoes, made his bed, dusted the house, did the shopping (he was allowed a skimpy pair of shorts and a t-shirt for those rare public trips).

Lucas started taking him to the club, where masters roamed with their pets. Most kept their pets on leashes, done up in full bondage gear, masks, and the like. Lucas quickly discovered that Darren needed no such accoutrements to make his point. He was a natural slave. The other masters would congratulate Lucas on his prize as they fucked the tiger's muzzle or teased his rump with their fingers. Sometimes they'd make Darren fuck the other slaves. The tiger would treat them brutally, even harsher than Lucas treated him, which only made the other masters more jealous of this strong, muscular, confident, and utterly, absolutely submissive tiger. He was the ultimate catch: a predator brought low.

And so it went, for four long years, until the tiger entered the black room one day to discover a sixth picture hanging on the wall: his. He looked large and muscular, like the rest, though he was even bigger than rabbit. The tiger's powerful biceps were massive, hard balls under his thick pelt. His abdomen was taut, ridged with a healthy six-pack under his fur. His ass was toned, tight, a nice and juicy bubble-butt, while his shoulders were rough and hulking, much like his idol, the lion. The striped feline read the bronze nameplate under the picture hesitantly, trying to remember how those letters sounded.

"Dar... Darren," he said slowly. His name. He hadn't used it in years. He was "bitch," "slut," "slave," "pet," and more, but never "Darren." He hadn't been "Darren" for a long time.

That night, Lucas fucked him for the last time. The lion chained his pet up, pounded his muzzle until cum poured out of his nose, fucked his ass until the tiger wouldn't be able to sit. The lion edged the chained-up tiger, keeping him there as he pierced both of the feline's nipples. Nipple piercings, being the most painful piercing on a male, did not make the striped feline happy, but he pushed through it. The barbells were the same style as Lucas's, which he liked. The lion even let Darren cum a few times throughout the night.

By morning, however, they were done. Darren knew it was over. His term was up. The lion let his pet clean his fat cock one last time before gathering the tiger up in his arms. Darren's toes curled and his eyes closed when the lion's muzzle dropped close. They met in a passionate kiss, more intense than anything else Darren could remember the lion doing to him. It was their first kiss... and their last. Because when it was over, when Lucas's tongue withdrew, when the last few golden fingers left his pelt, the lion turned and pushed him out the door.

There was a bag on the porch, some fancy dress shoes, and an envelope, inside of which was a check and a short note. The check was for many thousands of dollars. Darren's eyes widened at the sight of it. It was more than enough to go back to school and pay off his student loans. He could find a place, get a car, and... that's when he read the note. He had a job interview lined up at a company in another state. Darren read the offer and position and couldn't help but grin. Inside the bag was a suit, perfectly fitted for his large body, and a cell phone. He dressed himself in plain view of the street, not caring at all what anyone thought of him. The tiger grinned as he stepped off the porch and only turned back once, at the end of the sidewalk, to look over his shoulder at the house. He used the cell phone to dial a cab and directed it to the airport.

A few months later, Darren was set. His job was powerful; he was powerful. He was bigger and harder than ever, almost as muscular as Lucas. His house was understated, like Lucas's, whose tastes he had come to acquire for himself. Darren smirked as he inhaled some burning catnip from his small pipe. At the doorway to the living room, a shy and obviously awkward lion stood nervously. The slim male was about the same height as Darren, maybe even an inch or so taller. He'd arrived after Darren responded to his personal ad online. He fit the type. Already, the tiger was wondering whether he'd make it. The lion shuffled his feet as Darren's gaze bore into him. Darren leaned back, exhaled, and waited.

Finally, the lion spoke.

"Darren?"

The tiger's smirk returned and he licked his lips as the nip began to relax him. His black leather harness fit snugly across his shoulders, accentuating his shelf-like pecs and rippling abs.

"That's me," Darren said. He motioned towards the pipe. "Want a hit?"

The end.