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The next morning found the mature polar bear in bed, safe, warm, and snoring on his luxurious bed. He was dreaming as well.

In his dream, Jericho had secured his godson down into a leaned-over position atop a padded bondage frame. The boy's rear hole was exposed ... vulnerable... virginal... irresistible. Underneath the youth's upturned anxiously drifting tail, it clenched and winked at the polar bear, as if inviting the man's uncomfortably-large cock to come inside.

The white furred gentlemen let lion's submissive pose draw him forward, until his cockhead pressed its gaping piss slit against the tight entrance. Pushing forward ever so slowly, the pressure began to build up worryingly fast for Lance, his body tensing as his still resisting muscles started to bow inward, nearing the point of caving to his papi's relentless thrust.

Just as the polar bear was seconds from spearing his godson onto his crimson weapon, instead woke up with a sudden and unpleasant start.

Confused and displaced, it took a few seconds to acknowledge that it was Lance had woken him up, who was still intently shaking his broad shoulders. With a combination of grunt and growl, Jericho tried his best to signal that he was awake.

"Godfather! Wake up, sir!"

The boy sounded alarmed, so the older male opened his eyes. Part way, at least.

"Yes, child?"

Jericho tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice. With sex dreams, it always seemed like you got woken up just before the going got good.

"The Red Beast, Papi! It's attacking!"

Looking down his chest, the polar bear took in the sight. The covers had been thrown back, perhaps moved by Lance himself, to expose a foot long worth of veined erect shaft. Shushing the lion and taking a moment to think, the godfather reached down and leisurely began stroking himself as he considered the situation.

Seeing the genuine alarm on the boy's face, Jericho knew what he had to do.

"Lance... that was just a game, remember? A bit of make believe. There's no Red Beast and we're no longer pretending that there was. This is just papi's big-ol-cock, yes? You and I had some harmless fun playing with it for a bit."

The jock continued to stare at the flesh as it was slowly masturbated, his expression and body language radiating confusion.

Hearing this, the eighteen year old's surgery addled brain was suddenly in turmoil. He knew his godfather would never lie to him... but what he was told before was wholly different that what he was hearing now. The lion was nearly dead-locked by the cascading contradictions. But in all the chaos that was his mind, there was a single question that came into focus. An important one, it seemed to him.

Looking down at his nine inch lion shaft replica cock cage, Lance hesitantly asked, "But... isn't the reason I had to wear this ... because of--?"

Seeing where his godson was heading with this line of reasoning before even the lad himself did, Jericho interrupted him.

Thinking quickly, the polar bear insisted, "You're wearing that because it was a graduation present from me. See how great it looks on you, mister hung stud? Plus it keeps me from worrying that you're going to contract some vicious sexually transmitted infection or get some gal pregnant. As long as you're locked into that, you're my perfectly chaste lion cub."

Though his godfather had made sure to keep his voice entirely positive and upbeat, Lance couldn't help but experience icy fingers of dread grip his heart. Feeling muddled and a tad confused for some reason, the lion instinctively wasn't fully satisfied with his Papi's answer.

"But... but, I always jerk off in the morning. Umm, sir."

"And nothing is stopping you from doing that now," Jericho replied with an indulgent smile. "Why don't we jerk each other off, just like we did last night while watching those movies."

Without waiting for permission, the polar bear moved his godson's hand to his own eager arousal and followed that up by using his large grip to tease and stroke the hollowed out dildo jutting out from Lance's crotch.

In the dimly lit bedroom, Jericho enthusiastically ''pleasured' the replica porn-star cock while the lion hesitantly stroked his godfather using just his fingertips and a slow rhythm.

Wishing to ease his godson into being comfortable pleasing him sexualy, the polar bear gave the boy some encouragement.

"That's it, lad. Just a little firmer and a lot faster. You're making papi feel real good, boy. I'm gonna spew a big load before too long. Then I'll let you lick it up and we can go downstairs and get breakfast. Sound good, champ?"

To Lance, there was something that felt vaguely off about this entire situation, but lately he had trouble focusing on more than one thing at a time, so the only thing he could think to say was, "Yeah, okay. But I want to cum too, papi."

"Yes, I imagine you do, my young stud. A feeling that's going to become more and more intense over the coming months, I'd bet. But that shouldn't be your focus right now, Lance. Your attention should be on getting your godfather's balls to squirt out a big, satisfying load. Stroke that dick harder, boy. Make me happy by pumping out a tasty health drink for yourself."

But, as it so happened, Lance was just a bit too slow on the uptake to appreciate that he was being told 'no'. He pressed his luck again.

"Papi, please... I don't like this stupid pink thing locked around my stuff... can we take it off? So we can both squirt, like we did yesterday."

Lance said this with such longing and hope that Jericho felt a twinge of guilt at having to deny the lion. The polar bear loved how kinky that guilt felt. Having to explain to the godson the reality of his situation was a dark pleasure the older man would relish.

Flopping the realistic looking lion dildo back and forth through the air while the jock's soft restrained member remained trapped inside, Jericho answered firmly, "You haven't even given it a chance yet, Lance. Let's try it out for a month or two and then we'll talk about it, okay? Besides, naughty kitty dicks like yours shouldn't be allowed to get hard whenever they want. Even when they belong to handsome jocks like you. Or, rather, especially when they belong to handsome jocks like you."

Seeing that the pouting you was set on pushing forward with his whining, Jericho sighed, hopped out of bed, and went to fetch something from his closet. Lance watched on from his spot on the bed, suddenly anxious that he'd upset his naked, firm cocked papi.

As the polar bear made his way back to the bed, the jock could see something gripped in his hands. He didn't like the looks of it. But before Lance even had a chance to voice his concern, the godfather was already busy applying the black leather device onto the lion's head.

With swift, strong movements, the dominant male strapped the hood around the youth's muzzle, ears, and head. Though Lance hadn't been able to get a good look at what was being shoved over his head, the godfather was intimately familiar with it. He'd purchased it several weeks back and had even practiced putting on and taking off the hood onto mannequin heads ever since.

Custom tailored to the lion's cranial dimensions, the leather hood featured buckled straps, two narrow eye holes, a durable padded ring gag, and, most importantly, two bicycle-like hand grips jutting out from the left and right side of the kink apparel. The hand grips were what had drawn the godfather's attention on the e-commerce site and now finally he planned to put them to use.

He was going to take his godson's muzzle for a ride.

The hood fit on the now extremely apprehensive boy's head, and with the buckled tightened and locked in place, the polar bear knelt on the bed and used superior strength to maneuver the jock into a bent over kneeling position between his legs.

Then, grabbing the boy's arms, he pulled them behind his godson's back, then snapped on a pair of padded handcuffs. Due to the ring gag, Lance could only groan out his feeble protests as his hooded face was ungracefully pressed up against his papi's cock and balls.

Looking down at his hurried handiwork, Jericho grunted with satisfaction. The lion's complaining had been silenced and his muzzle had been prepared for the boy's first serious cocksucking lesson.

Taking one handle in each of his powerful hands, the polar bear thrust his hips out and moved the boy's head so that just the head of his cock rested atop the lion's warm wet tongue. Then he addressed his godson.

"It's time you accepted responsibility for this. For years you've been teasing me with your cute smile. Your muscles. Your tight ass. That wonderful laugh. Constantly teasing me... making my manhood throb and ache. Now you will finally give me the relief I need. Take your godfather in, boy. Take me deep."

Lance's face was obscured by leather but his unease and reservations were clear as he squirmed on the mattress before his godfather, trying to pull away from the man's invading, strong tasting shaft. But his head was perfectly in place, held steady and forced to savor the polar bear's musky appendage.

Jericho tensed his back muscles, readying himself him to ram his rod home, when the house phone rang shrilly from its bedside home. The male's sexual conquest was interrupted for the second time that morning. For a ring or two it seemed as though the retired polar bear would simply ignore the call but eventually, and with a resigned sigh, he leaned over past Lance and grabbed the receiver. Only Lance noticed that the polar bear unintentionally shoved several more inches of his hard cock into the lion's mouth as he did so.

Keeping a hand on one of the two guiding levers, papi used his other to bring the large corded phone to his head.

A hard edge of impatience underlying his tone, Jericho practically demanded, "Yes? Who is it?"

But his expression relaxed after hearing the caller announce themselves. The voice coming from the line was too quiet for Lance to make out, even had he not been distracted by the buzzing in his head. Some small part of him was trying to protest his treatment. Telling him it wasn't right that he had been hooded and handcuffed. Trying to get him to see that a buff jock like him shouldn't have their mouth stuffed full with their godfather's erection. The lion tried to pull back but was held in place by the older man. He then tried to push the warm member out of his mouth using just his tongue, but that only seemed to encourage the unit to grow still larger and leak precum.

Stifling a moan, the polar bear said, "Joline, so good to hear from you. How lovely to speak with you this fine morning"

Lance froze in place at hearing the name of his mother. Suddenly the buzzing intensified. He felt mortified that she'd somehow intuitively know what her son was getting up too, intuiting his compromised situation from just the single phone call.

Again the lion was unable to hear the other side of the conversation. As she was speaking, his godfather repositioned the phone, setting it so that it was cradled between shoulder and ear. With his second hand free once more Lance's papi once more gripped the other handle bar, granting himself precision control over the jock's cock intake. Taking advantage of this, Jericho pulled the lion in, forcing the lad to accept another inch of flesh into his muzzle.

Continuing with the conversation, papi replied, "That's nice to hear, love. As for Lance, he and I are getting along swimmingly. The young man is just getting ready to put away a meal I've prepared for him."

The lion pulled at his handcuffs as the alarming thick rod was slowly sunk deeper into mouth, forcing his tongue out of the way. Jericho paid no notice to his weak resistance as the gentleman listened dutifully to Lance's mother.

"Not at all, Joline. That's a perfectly valid concern. And I do see where you are coming from. Boys of Lance's age are often shortsighted and headstrong. But I don't want you to worry -- I have a special way with stubborn boys."

Using his enormous white furred arms, Jericho brought the handlebars in towards his hips in a steady but unrelenting manner. The young lion gagged violently, his legs kicking out behind him instinctively as he tried to twist away from the rough intrusion into his throat. The godfather held him in place as easily as if he were a small child throwing a tantrum.

It took a long, unhappy minute for Lance to regain a semblance of control back over his panicked body. The polar bear, momentarily satisfied, contented himself with merely having the majority of his inches embedded into the jock's maw as the lion worked to draw breath in through his nose and around his papi's fat length.

"Oh, sorry dearie. I was momentarily distracted. Yes, certainly. Lance's future has been on mind as well, as of late. May I be honest? ... I feel that what the boy truly needs is a strong, masculine presence in his life. I know his father has been working out of state, as of late, and so I, if I may be so bold, would like to step up. To encourage him to step up his game. To push him beyond his comfort zone." As Jericho said this last part, he sank another inch of his cock into the distressed, put upon lad. "With your permission, I'd like Lance to stay over at my house for a couple month. He and I can work together to decide his future. Whether that's college, or a trade school, a small business, etcetera. Of course, it goes without saying that I will take care of all his expenses during that time. No no, I insist!"

At the word 'insist', the jock's papi pulled him the rest of the way down so that the teenager's nose was pressed firmly up against his crotch first. Suddenly the lion had a very difficult time breathing. Gagging again from the pained stretching his throat was forced to endure, Lance couldn't help himself. He bit down as a desperate act of self preservation... only to have his teeth clamp down on the ring gag, his defiance entirely unnoticed by his godfather.

"I'm sure he'll be fine with it, Jolene. Well... I'd put you on the phone with him, but he's downing a foot-long at the moment. From the corner store, that is. I'll be sure to give him your love. Yes dear, you as well."

Again holding Lance in place with just one hand, the polar bear leaned over and sat the phone in its cradle. He followed this up with repositioning himself on the bed, dragging the lion jock along with him as he moved. Jericho settled into a comfortable position, laying on his back with his godson obliged to lean over him, resting on his hands and knees. Dangling uselessly between his legs, the impressive life-like porn star dong hung, ignored.

The godson's hooded, handle-barred face was still muzzling twelve inches of red polar bear cock. Jericho spent a long while considering the panting lion. Then he finally addressed his guest again.

"Lance, if you're going to act like a lifeless cocksleeve, then you'll be treated like one. Understand? I will use my manhood to hammer you into submission if I must, but, for your sake, my hope is that isn't necessary. You should be suckling me, child. Caressing my sensitive member with your tongue and throat. You should appear greedy for my cum while you work for your reward."

Dizzy with the need for fresh air, the lion didn't even realize he was still trying to pull away from the polar bear. But his godfather did.

With an angry growl that seemed to shake the room, the grown man's patience exhausted itself. In less than a second, Lance's head was pulled up and away from the bear's crotch until just the cockhead rested beyond the ring gag. But a split second after that, the jock was forced right back down, the jarring motion making him retch and cough.

Right back up he went. Then down. And up. Down. Up. Jericho demonstrated unbelievable strength as he pistoned the bound youth over his massive arousal. Fighting back was pointless Lance quickly understood. His ragdoll body and open muzzle were reduced to sex toys for the sexual beast. Sex toys that the older man vigorously pumped up and down over his veined meat with unreasonable speed.

In time with his exaggerated, repeated arm motions, Jericho verbally berated his charge.

"You fucking whore! You think you're too good for this cock, you small-dicked, small-brained jock pussy? Better men than you have gagged themselves unconscious on this dick, just to get a taste of it."

Lance had no opportunity to even attempt to defend himself. Gurgling in response, the best he was could manage was to try and not pass out while his throat was bruised and battered.

Keeping up his machine-like pace, the polar bear brought the hand-grips down again and again. The man could feel his orgasm slowly building and it felt like an avalanche, coming down the mountain.

"That's it, you perky-nippled slut! You, me, and the doctor are gonna have a nice sit down later. That tiny cock of yours is too good for you, boy. For the simple reason that it still works. Until then, I want it kept out of my sight, understood, kitty? No hard-ons. No cumming. No discussion. Clear?"

Now minutes into the facial fuck-fest, the godfather felt his arms begin to burn from the effort. Turning his focus to his own pleasure, his crude words lost lucidity. In between his own deep gulps of air, the polar bear managed a few words.

"Ungrateful child... " Huff, huff.

"Gonna fist you good..." Pant, grunt.

"Six inches? Two too many if you ask me..." Huff, grunt.

"Think you're too old for a spanking? Better fuckin' think again, brat."

Lance's mind was a chaotic mess during this time. The hissing noise had gotten so bad it sounded like a tornado had been unleashed between his ears. He knew one thing for certain, however. His papi was angry with him for some reason. Trying his best to get back into the man's good graces, the lion swallowed his pride and began diligently licking the underside of his godfather's shaft as his world was shaken to and fro.

He did this just in time to help coax out the biggest load of Jericho's life. Again the man roared as Lance started to honestly worry he might drown in cum. His throat and mouth flooded with the thick substance that was then immediately rammed with the polar's rod down towards his once empty stomach.

With still yet more to say, the godfather panted out, "Only one set of balls get to cum around these parts, boy, and they're slapping against your chin. I promise you, until the day they bury me deep in the ground, those balls of yours are gonna be bluer than that ugly car your dad drives."

Eventually the man came down from his sexual high. Allowing Lance to lift up partway off his soon half-hard member, both men took in repeated lungfuls of air.

A few minutes later, Jericho was ready to get out of bed. Using the handles and Lance's compromised position once more to his advantage, the godfather made the jock clean every square inch of his cum-caked crotch.

Then, getting out of bed and stretching, the lion's papi tossed on a simple brown bath robe and headed towards the bedroom door.

Behind him, the gagged hooded and cuffed teenager mumbled incoherently to get his attention.

Not bothering to turn around, the polar bear called back, "No reason to take that off, hot stuff. In an hour I'm just gonna be horny again. Might as well keep you at the ready. Come on down and I'll make you some oatmeal. Don't worry, I'll spoon feed it too you nice and slow. While you eat, we can talk about what you're gonna tell your mom next time you talk to her. Hurry up now, boy. Dawdlers get spanked in this house."

With that said, the older man left Lance alone in the now quiet bedroom. His lips and chin covered in polar bear cum, the lion could only stare at the open door, his stiff life-like cock bobbing in time with his racing pulse. Inside of it his boyhood tried, and failed, to grow hard.

---

Later that day, a couple hours into the afternoon, the lion set on his papi's lap as the watched TV on the couch.

For reasons that weren't explained to the younger male, his godfather had insisted that he remained totally naked while the polar bear himself was fully dressed. As they two watched the cop drama in silence, Jericho idly played with the lad's permanently erection. Of course, Lance felt almost nothing at all through the cage's synthetic material. But that fact didn't seem to bother his papi as the man jerked him off and tugged at the dildo's fake balls, all while keeping his eyes on the television.

Lance decided not to say a single word in protest. The events of this morning still weighed heavily on his mind.

The boy didn't even say anything when he felt something hard, growing against his exposed cheeks.

Surely his godfather couldn't be randy again already? He'd already gotten off twice already, the lion reasoned to himself. But sure enough, moments later, the polar bear started slowly humping the boy through the clothes he was wearing. Lance felt his breath quicken as the larger man worked at him from the front and back.

Blowing some wind playfully into one of his ears, Jericho followed that up with soft whispering. His tone was kind and playful.

"I'm sorry I let myself get so riled up earlier... your hot body just drives me wild, stud. And forget what I said about your cock being small, too. It's perfectly proportioned for a guy your size. Or, close enough, anyway."

Below, Lance could tell that his papi's shaft had grown to its full, scarily endowed size. He trembled in a combination of fear and lust.

Trying his luck, the lion spoke up.

"Does that mean... you weren't serious about keeping me, ummm... horny?" The jocks voice had an edge of wanton need to it.

Kissing him first on the back of the neck and then the side of his face, the polar bear took his time replying, which Lance took as a very bad sign.

"Let's try two months in the cage, then we'll see where we stand, okay handsome?"

The jock felt like he wanted to scream. To jump up and punch something.

"But...why? It's not fair! You get off whenever you want! ...Sir." The sir was added belatedly. Lance aware he was closing to crossing his papi's red line. He could only guess at what the consequences might be if he pushed the grown man too far.

The polar bear pressed his nose against the lion's mane and took in a deep breath. Then sighed.

"Let's not make this about me, Lance. All the other boys your age are getting off whenever they want too. They're all sucking and fucking and jerking off... squirting their adolescent juices whenever the fancy takes them. But you, godson... you're special. Don't you see that? Your tiny-- errmm, I mean, perfectly average lionhood has been made soft. Useless. Chaste. While all your friends are out there getting drunk and getting off, you can't even manage a hard-on. Do you see how unique that makes you? What a precious treasure you've become?"

The polar bear's words weren't making the jock feel any better. Not even a little. They served only to make him even more aware of just how bad he had it. Which, by the sound of it, was pretty fucking bad.

Dull, hollow sounding static hissed in Lance's ears.

"Papi, please! I want to get off!"

The man humped him harder and tweaked both his nipples.

"Would you settle for getting me off, godson? Pleeeeeaaaase? I looooove you." The polar bear virtually sang the words into his ear.

The static crackled and roared.

Lance sighed.

"...Yes, sir," he mumbled, in resignation.

Grinning, Jericho pushed the lion gently off the couch in between his legs which he spread farther to make room for the high school graduate.

"Good boy. Now... gag or no gag?"

Unable to take his eyes away from his godfather's conspicuous pants bulge, the boy pleaded, "No gag! Umm, please, sir."

Rubbing his cock through the fabric, the man followed up with, "Then you're going to do much better this time around, yes?"

"...Yes, sir..."

"And you'll stop whining about your downstairs problem?"

Lance ground his teeth at that. But still, he gave in.

"Yes, sir."

Wrapping his hairy legs around the kneeling boy, Jericho told him, "Then unzip me. And don't be shy about getting some tongue action in on my balls. If you're not spending at least half the time licking and sucking my sack, the gag goes back on."

"...Yes sir."

The polar bear squeezed him firmly with his powerful legs, making the lion wince.

"No more talking, Lance. Your mouth has other chores to attend to."

With his hands uncuffed this time around, the jock had the man's zipper down in short order. Flopping out into the open from its hiding place inside the man's pants, Lance faced the older man's mature rod for the third time that day.

Impatient to get started, Jericho grabbed the boy's muzzle with both hands, pulled it open, and pushed himself forward in his seat. Ball flesh pressed its way past Lance's lips and over his warm tongue.

Letting go of the youth, the polar bear fished for the television remote. After turning up the volume to almost too-loud levels, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, enjoying the sensation of oral service on his family jewels.

Having climaxed twice already, the godfather was in no hurry to achieve his third. Jericho decided that a relaxing, three hour long blowjob would do wonders to improve his mood. And should Lance's efforts flag... well, there was always the handle-bar gag he'd left on the kitchen counter.