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Lance woke up with a shuddering gasp. The primitive part of his brain was screaming at him that he was under attack. That he needed to either fight or get away as fast as he could.

But neither of those were an option for the lion. He was tightly strapped down to a tall, narrow table, his arms and legs bound such that they were splayed, his body forced to take up as much space as possible. Which, for the brawny jock, was quite a lot of space.

The lion tried frantically to get a sense of where he was... of what was happening around him, but the thick leather blindfold strapped around his head made that impossible. Lance was quickly putting two and two together and finding that he was truly fucked

Laying prone out his back, entirely exposed and utterly vulnerable, the nineteen year old shouted out into the unknown, demanding answers.

"Hello! Is anyone there? Get me out of this shit, right, fucking, now, before I bust your head open! You fucking hear me, you fuck!"

Lance wasn't expecting an answer. He didn't truly believe that anyone was even there since the silence him around him was so pronounced.

Which is why he jerked in surprise when a voice calmly answered back, "Yes, Trevor. I hear you. Now I need you to hear me. In my hand I'm holding an incredibly sharp scalpel. Very soon I'm going to be cutting into you. How much gets cut away is up to you. Behave and you'll stay more or less intact. Misbehave and... well, you might lose some bits that are hard to replace."

Inside the lion's body, hot blood turned to glacial ice as the mysterious man's words sank in. Exacerbating his sudden, pronounced fear, Lance felt the cold hard edge of a metallic instrument touching his flesh as his presumed kidnapper pressed the blunt back-end of the cutting tool against his unprotected sack.

Prioritizing preservation above pride, the jock begged, "Please, mister! ...I'm sorry! I'll do whatever you say! Just, please, don't... just... don't!"

The voice spoke again, this time with a pleased undercurrent coloring its tone.

"That's really up to you, Lance. Currently my plans for you don't include relieving you of that particularly masculine bulge you're sporting between your legs. And furthermore, truthfully I'd prefer to leave you intact in the boyhood department. But if you test me, even a little, I'll strip away every ounce of ball flesh from your stalk. Have we achieved mutual understanding on this point, Lance?"

Quivering as much as his bindings would allow, the powerfully muscled lion barely managed, "Y-yes sir! Anything you say, sir!"

"Good. That will make this whole affair to conclude much sooner, and with far fewer stitches needed. Now, let me tell you how the rest of tonight is going to go, boy. In just a few moments I'm going to take off your blindfold. Then I'm going to put on a movie. As this movie plays, you watch it with rapt attention, never allowing your focus to stray. This is important because while the movie plays I'll be monitoring readings coming from various sensors I've attached to your skull. These readings will tell me where I need to cut. The closer attention you pay, the more accurate the readings, the more precise my cuts will be... and the less tissue I'll need to remove from your head. Any questions before we get started?"

Lance couldn't come to grips with what he was hearing. With a flat mono-tone of non-comprehension, the lion asked, "You're...you're going to be cutting into my head?"

Over to his left, the lion heard the clanking of surgical instruments being moved around before the voice replied, "Your brain, more specifically. I need to remove a few key pieces and then replace them with biological chips. The less I have to cut away, the more of 'you' will be left once this is over. So it's in your best interest not to fight me or resist during the movie."

"Wait! You can't do this, man! Please, I'm begging you! I'll do anything! And... and my parents! They have money! They are like, one-percenters, man! They'll pay a ransom. Whatever you want! You could be rich!"

The man's eye-roll could almost be heard in his chipper retort.

"I'm already quite well-off, Lance. But I do thank you for thoughtful consideration. I hope that part of your personality survives the procedure. As for you doing anything... well, you've more or less arrived at the purpose of this surgery. A middle-aged man, far wealthier than myself, has commissioned me to transform you into something of a boy toy. My job here is to guarantee that you'll be respectful, friendly, and most importantly, compliant when I drop you off at his estate after your recovery."

Barely accepting that what he was hearing could even possibly be true, the jock tried to keep the man talking, praying that he was buying the time needed for the cops to kick down the door and rescue him from this mad man.

"But, you can't do this! I just graduated from high school! I'm moving away to college in just a few months!"

Lance caught a whiff of alcohol as the unseen man sterilized his tools while the two conversed.

"You have a much less mundane life ahead of you Lance, I'm happy to report. I hear your future benefactor is a man of exotic tastes. Living life by his side, you'll experience sexual delights the likes of which you've never contemplated. Though yes, it is true that many of these will be inflicted upon you rather than wholly enjoyed, as you would likely prefer. For example... I hear he has a particularly keen interest in fisting. And since he is such a large gentleman, I am sure that you will initially find his knuckles and digits difficult to accept. But I am confident that given time you'll come to accept your patron for who he is and learn to accommodate his attentions. No matter what form they might take."

"No... no, no, no! No way!"

"Ahh.. Nothing intelligible left to say? That means it's time to silence you. This will also prevent you from moving during the very deliciate procedure. It's of critical importance that you not move even a centimeter, so I am now adding something to your IV. You should notice its effects shortly."

Lance continued to yell out, thrashing in his bonds as firmly as he could. But within a few minutes he felt his body become heavy and his voice soften. Within moments he was a still as a statue, and just as quiet.

Seconds later, the lion's blindfold was removed. He immediately found that he could only stare directly forward, but the owner of the voice was standing close to his side that the man was within his peripheral vision.

He looked to be a somewhat skinny, though taller than average, ferret. He donned glasses and a sea-green surgical gown, hands occupied with setting up what looked to be a television set.

Finishing up what he was doing, the surgeon wheeled the tray supporting the TV in front Lance so that the jock couldn't help but mutely stare into it.

"I already have all the sensors hooked up, so from this point forward, all you need to do is enjoy tonight's pre-recorded entertainment, Lance. Don't forget how important it is to pay close attention. We wouldn't want me making any unnecessary holes, now would we?"

The naked, buff lion tried to scream but nothing came out. Only a sigh too soft for either of them to hear.

"I'm going to put these ear phones on you. That way you'll be able to hear the program over the regrettably loud bone-drill. Should the drilling noise still drown out the earphones, please make every attempt to read the written captions. Your full cooperation is in everyone's interest, Lance."

With that, a pair of large earphones were placed over the lions head and the video started.

At first, all it showed was a large wooden desk, sitting inside a well-lit room. Stepping in front of the desk from out of frame was a polar bear. A polar bear that Lance immediately recognized. It was his godfather! The man who had agreed to be his legal guardian in the case where his parents passed away before the lion came of age.

It didn't make any sense to the jock. Why would his godfather be in the video?

As if to make some headway in explaining matters, the polar bear spoke up.

"Hello, Lance. You are probably surprised to see me. First off, let me tell you right away that you are perfectly safe. No harm will come to you. This I swear this with all my heart. I care far too much for you to ever risk that, as I'm sure you know. Just remember all those days we spent together as a family. Like when you were a small boy and I bounced you on my knee as you giggled. I knew even then that you had great potential. And today, you and I take steps to ensure you reach that potential."

The lion was so distracted by what was occurring in front of him that he didn't hear the soft beeping of the monitoring device going off behind him. And he hardly even felt the ferrets hand as it pushed it's way through his thick mane, feeling around his head.

"I want you to know how important you are to me, Lance. Don't doubt that -- not even for a moment. And it's because of how much I care for you that I couldn't stand the thought of you moving away, off to college. I know, I know... it's an important part of every boy's life. The day they grow up, move out of their parents house, and start their own life. But this time... for you and me... things will go a different route. You and I will now walk a single path. Together."

The beeping continued as the surgeon began to focus more and more on a particular area of his head, near his right ear.

"After your recovery, when you show up at my door I'm going to give you such a big hug, my brave, handsome young man. And, god, I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I'll probably be pressing quite the hard-on against your stomach. I hope you won't hold it against me... especially as most likely, I'll then be taking your hand in mine and guiding it down until you're palming my stiffy. Would you like that, Lance? Would you like to grip your papi's warm cock?"

Hearing that, the lion felt himself grow indignant at the polar bear's words. The polar bear that he'd always considered to be just as close as any of his blood family, despite the fact that they were technically unrelated.

Spotting what he was looking for in the sensors' monitor, the ferret pressed the drill bit against the lion's head and engaged the hand-held machine's motor. The jock heard the drilling more than felt it, as the IV's anesthetic properties had already worked their magic. Again Lance tried to plead... to shout for the police, for anyone, to come and save him.

All he could manage to do was continue to observe the pre-recorded testimony of his godfather.

"I realize this must all come as a great shock to you, lad. And please allow me to apologize for any anxiety you may be experiencing. Take comfort that this will all be over very soon. And I promise that what comes after will more than make up for this spot of unpleasantness. As soon as you arrive we'll start making up for lost time. You'll begin by suckling the head of my shaft Lance... lapping up any pre that wonderful mouth of yours manages to tease out of me. Don't worry! I'll be playing with your rod too! Hmm... maybe playing isn't the most accurate description. I'll be getting my first good look at your boy shaft so that I can fit you for your very own chastity device. Doesn't that sound 'rad', as you like to say, Lance? Your papi getting your horny teenager dick under control?"

The young lion would never have believed that these words could ever possibly come out of his godfather's mouth, much less that the polar bear had harbored these intense sexual feelings for him. Lance felt like his entire world was under attack from all sides. Unbeknownst to him, the exceedingly thin drill hit 'paydirt', and was slowly creating tiny chasms in his brain where none had existed before.

As if the polar bear's words weren't disturbing enough, the paralyzed high school graduate could tell that the man was getting hot under the collar, fantasizing about all the things he would do to his godson when the boy was delivered to his multi storey manor. The man's pants were beginning to bulge out lewdly at the crotch.

Adjusting himself absentmindedly, the polar bear stare off to the camera's right and pawed himself through his slacks, telling Lance, "You're really going to love it here, my dear. We'll have a relaxing walk around the estate. Then dinner by the pool. We'll play with each other other under the table. Well... you'll be playing with me, anyway. I'll have the chef cook us up some steaks. Then we'll retire into the den for the night. You'll turn down the lights and start the fire. I'll lock the doors and close the blinds. Then I'll sit down in my easy chair and pour myself some brandy while you every so slowly strip. You'll do a little dance for me... thrust your hips back and forth like you're trying to buck off your chastity cage. Then you'll do another dance for me... but this time on my lap."

Had Lance's eyes been capable of widening in shock, they would have just then as the older polar bear chose that moment to unzip his pants and extract his colossal fuck-stick from his suddenly too-tight pants. Words like 'huge', 'massive', and 'immense' didn't quite come close enough to describing what the lion saw snake out from between the parted zipper. It was monstrous, blood red, and dripping pre from the tip.

As if suddenly recalling that there was a camera in the room, the hefty, white furred man had at least enough decency to look somewhat embarrassed as his member bobbed weightly in front of the device's lense.

"Lance... this what you do to me. This is the terrible burden I've had to shoulder without you here within arms' reach, by my side. The only way to find peace... to obtain some measure of tranquility... is to press my flesh through your soft mane. To feel your lips caress it. Your tongue adore it. Your throat worship it. I need to groan out your name as you swallow my seed. Just like I want to softly whisper it again and again as you lap up my hot mess. Like a mantra or prayer."

The teenager summoned his willpower forth, ready to glare his outrage out towards the television, as if to mentally force the man to repent and take back his words. But Lance found that he couldn't do it. In the most peculiar of twists of reasoning, the lion couldn't find it within himself to judge his godfather. Yes... if anything, his godfather's words seemed almost reasonable. Very nearly, at least. The teenager couldn't take his eyes away from the man's foot long erection. He could tell that his long-time adored papi was in terrible distress... that the throbbing cock needed relief. The college bound youth wasn't convinced that it was his responsibility to provide that relief, but he was suddenly very empathic to well-endowed man's needs and desires.

As for the surgeon, he had just finished implanting the first of three biological chips and had already moved onto finding the next drilling locale.

In the meantime, the recording continued to play on.

"Oh, yes, if you're worried that you'll never see your parents or friends again -- don't be! Of course you can see them any time you wish. We will simply explain to them that you've taken a full-time job on the estate. I plan on paying you a salary, after all. Everything will be totally above board, you'll be pleased to know. Indeed, I think it'd be terrific if you invited some of your handsome jock friends over. We'll set up some hidden cameras in your room and you can have fun seducing your longtime sports buddies. How many of your supposedly straight friends will let you show off your sword swallowing technique, do you think? I wonder... will you make sure to keep your pants on while you're getting your friend's rocks off? Or will you reveal what a kinky kitty you've become now that you've moved away from your parents?"

Trent... Anderson... Marco... one by one Lance considered his former teammates. Hearing the polar bear put it that way, suddenly it didn't seem so ridiculous for the lion to invite each of them over for a sleepover. To laugh and joke and watch tv and drink beer until they were relaxed and uninhibited enough to permit their friend to undo their pants' button. For sure Marco would be game. The ram had hit on him enough in the past that Lance was sure he'd be cool about it. The lion recalled always politely but firmly declining the ram's advances in the past. Now looking back on it, he wasn't sure why he was so opposed to the notion of fooling around. It was just some harmless fun, after all.

Reaching off to the tray, the surgeon took a dry towel and dabbed away moisture from his sweaty face and forehead. He was making good progress, but he knew he had to keep his hands steady and sure since he was only just over half done.

On the screen in front of the pair, the polar bear had taken his length in hand and was gently stroking up and down along the shaft.

"Who knows... maybe you can warm up one of your buddies up to the idea of letting your papi get in on the fun? What do you think, Lance? Do you think your poker friends would appreciate seeing me bend you over the back of the couch and stretching out your pleasure pocket? Maybe you could convince them to use their paw to guide me into your hole? And if that goes over well, maybe they'd like to see me push the tips of my fingers into your backdoor? I myself love the idea of one of your strong-armed jock pals getting comfortable enough to try their hand at experiencing the unique joy of delivering a fisting for the first time in their life."

For a brief second or two, the lion was so livid at the idea of his godfather convincing one of his friends to punch their fist deep into his aching, stretched hole that he was seeing red. Then, abruptly Lance had a hard time remembering what he'd been so pissed about just moments before. Something about he and his papi entertaining guests? What was so bad about that? He blinked away his confusion and decided that he'd sort it out later.

The polar bear's masturbation increased in intensity as he fell silent, so totally absorbed in his own pleasure that he gave up on narrating for a spell. The ferret took this respite to insert the second chip and to patch up both holes, using a specially designed epoxy to fill in and cover up the cranial holes, after washing the area out with sterile liquid solution. Noticing that his client was addressing the camera again, the surgeon prepared to locate the third and final drilling target.

Smiling unabashedly, the polar bear grunted and said, "I, umm, see to be getting a tad carried away. Don't let me give you the wrong impression, Lance. Most of the time, I'm betting we'll just be two consenting adults participating in some vanilla suck and fuck. That is, with you doing the sucking and me doing the fucking. And if that ever gets boring, we can always give the good surgeon a call and have him add some fresh spice to our bedroom play. For example, I think it might be quite sexy if you could never go fully soft or get full hard. Just think how intriguingly novel that would be! A floppy lion cock that's too soft for fucking and too hard for tight jeans or swim wear. It'd be a hoot to have you try and top me... talk about pushing rope! Plus, it has the added benefit of making it easier to fit you into a perfectly sized chastity cage." The polar bear flashed a grin at the camera, "Or, or! Even better, we tweak you so that you're always matching my level of firmness. If I'm soft, you'd be soft. I'm hard? You're hard. This is an amazing idea... I can't believe I haven't thought of this before now. The best part is, you'll always know exactly how horny I am for, even at, say, a dinner party with your parents. We'll be halfway through dessert and you'll be practically busting out of your too-tight skinny jeans. That will let you know that the second your parents are out the door, you'll be pressed up against the grand piano and banged like a drum."

Once again Lance felt conflicted. On the one hand, if it made his papi happy... why not? But on the other, it gave him pause to think that he could be trying to get laid somewhere across town, but wouldn't be able to get it up because his godfather was in bed at home asleep.

Giving a long whistle in professional satisfaction, the ferret tracked down the last objective and re-engaged the drill.

"Interestingly, that creates a bit of a paradox, in a sense. You see, I'll be turned on by the idea of your teenage cock straining uselessly against it's cage. See? The very act of me considering that which turns me on causes it to occur! And that means that this will happen again and again and again. Your boy toy will be in a perpetual struggle for freedom while my free and ferocious shaft presses its way deep into your behind."

The way the polar bear was describing it... the lion couldn't help but find himself getting turned on. Especially with the way his godfather was expertly handling his enviably sized pole. And so before Lance's very eyes, he watched out of the corner of his vision as own arousal grew until it maxed out at just over six inches.

Noticing where they were in the video, the ferret reached over for the remote and paused the playback. Diligently he finished what was working on, patch up the lion, and washed away any blood or debris. Then he added a counter agent into Lance's IV, before starting to pack away all of his instruments and equipment.

Twenty minutes later, the jock was back in control of his body, but still very much strapped down. Not that he was struggling or shouting anymore. To the surgeon's expert eyes, the youth seemed calm and collected.

Determining this to be a fine time to test the end result of the procedure, the ferret resumed play on the video.

Twelve incher still in hand, the polar bear happily played with himself for a couple more minutes before appearing to realize something.

At this point he exclaimed, "Oh, yes, I had nearly forgotten. I'm told that by this point in the video, your surgery will have been successfully completed. Congratulations, Lance! I'm so very proud of you. To confirm the results of the procedure, the doctor has asked that I give you a particular instruction. Lance, my boy, I want you to give him the fuck up of a lifetime. Really, lad, I mean it. Give him a plowing he won't forget! And hopefully, one you won't forget either. That is... I'm not sure whether or not you a virgin, godson, but what I do know is that, after tonight, your fucking days are over. So, if you are a virgin, the good doctor will help fix that. That would also mean that he's both your first and last fuck. At least, from the topping perspective. Give it to him good, Lance! Get all that fucking and thrusting out of your system and I'll see you shortly, as soon as you recover. Until then, as of right now I'll be staying celibate to make our first time together extra special. Your papi will see you a few days, so bring a big appetite!"

With that, the video concluded.

Grabbing Lance's chin in his hand, the surgeon had the lion look him directly in the eyes and asked, "If I unstrap you, what are you going to do?"

Thinking on that with an expression that implied he was surprised by the question, the jock pondered the question, then responded, "Well, gee, I'm not sure. Papi made it sound like we should fuck."

At that, the ferret shook his head.

"I didn't ask you what your godfather said. I asked you what you would do if I unstrapped you."

His six incher waving gently in the air in time with his pulse, the maned lion grinned and said, "Well, I'm plenty horny and that sounds rad. So, let's do it! Yeah, totally man. Let's fuck!"

The still fully dressed surgeon checked out the handsome, naked and aroused lion, licked his lips, and replied, "Let's see what you can do, all-star sports stud."

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Five Minutes Later:

"Hey, wait a second and loosen me up fi---Ahhhh!! God damnit, you asshole! That's a colon, not a god damn fleshlight. Even if you're not packing like the polar bear, that freakin' stings, you school dropout idiot jock!"

The surgeon had lightly lubed himself up, but was not prepared for such a discourteous surprise thrust from his patient. The man sucked in air between clenched teeth and glared at the teenager.

Laughing confidently, Lance continued on thrusting, sticking it to the now similarly undressed doctor and said, "Papi said I should give it to you good! Plus, you're pretty cute, mister doctor. And your ass is making me hot to trot, so hold on tight."

Bracing himself for dear life on the padded table, the nameless ferret did his best to ride out the overly enthusiastic dicking and retorted back at the muscular lion, "I'm going to enjoy permanently wrecking your dick in a few weeks time, polar bear slut. Tell me, how does that make you feel? Knowing that the guy you're short-dicking now is going to be cutting into your lion dick, damaging it in all sorts of ways to get your dear papi off."

The surgeon's words washed over Lance like water rushing over a rounded river boulder, as far as the lion was concerned. He focused his attention on how much fun this was. On how good the ferret's tail hole was making him feel.

But the doctor persisted.

"I asked you a question, jock. Soon I'll have a scalpel pressed against the base of that stalk you seem to be enjoying so much. Then I'm going to be doing major adjustments to it. The kind of adjustments that can't be fixed or reversed. All at the order of your big-dicked godfather, who is going to take perverse pleasure in your cock's disfunction. You still going to work hard to make him happy, even knowing that he'll likely be bringing you right back to my surgical table?"

Biting his lip and giving a vague frown, Lance continued to fuck the rude ferret even as he tried to come up with some kind of answer to the man's question. To the lion, his head felt like it hard time focusing on what the doctor was getting at, but at last he boy settled on his answer.

"I've known my papi for my whole life. He'd never do anything other that what was best for me. I don't really get this whole surgery thing, but if that's what my godfather thinks we should do, then that's what we'll do. He knows about these kind of things... you know? So I just got to trust him."

Wanting to make sure that the brain surgery was a complete success, the doctor pressed on, even has his body felt like the lion was trying to fuck it across the padded table.

"The polar bear is going to slap you boyhood into a chastity cage, ruin it with unnecessary and unethical surgery, and from then on totally ignore it. All while using you as his personal sex toy... using you to get himself off. He'll fuck you, roll over, fall asleep, and be snoring while you're wide awake and coping with a progressively worse case of blue balls. Given all that, how do you plan to react when he pushes your head down into his crotch for the first time? Or will you just obediently swallow the jizz of the man who plans to do all of this to you, and much more besides?"

There was an intensely unpleasant buzzing sensation somewhere in the back of the jock's mind. But shaking his head and blinking several times in rapid seemed to take care of it.

Looking at the half-hard surgeon, Lance grinned and inquired, "Sorry, did you say something? I was distracted by how good your ass feels around my cock."

Grunting with the satisfaction of a job well done, the ferret said, "Considering we were only talking about the future of that unlucky shaft of yours, nothing important, no. But hurry up and get your nut, boy. My ass hurts and besides, we don't want you getting use to fucking since your papi's got long term plans for that irresponsible dicklet. Come on champ, time to squirt out your last hurrah so we can get this show on the road."

The jock winked seductively at his lover and thoroughly enjoyed the remainder of what was billed as the last time his member would be used for anything other than mere ornamentation.