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Leon couldn't believe the amount of attention he was getting, just sitting at a computer and typing about his sex life on a blog. He was getting thousands of visitors a day, and many of them were leaving comments so lewd and depraved, even Albaz was impressed by them as he looked over Leon's shoulder at the screen.

"You should tell them what you're doing right now..."

Of course, Leon could never just sit in front of a computer when Albaz was around. He was sitting on a chair, that much was true, but just as painfully true for Leon was the fact that a thick, knotted toy was already buried halfway into his tailhole, and with each passing moment, Leon could feel a burning in the backs of his thighs as he tried to keep from falling further down onto it. Albaz had placed just enough lubricant on the toy for it to slide into the submissive red lion, but as Leon neared the bulbous knot of the toy, he knew he was running out of lubricant, all while his legs were running out of energy. The distraction of typing about the whole experience to a captivated audience was the only thing that was keeping Leon from losing it, and even that was starting to fail. His tail didn't offer any real support, and he could feel the once tight inner muscles of his sphincter, now loosened from months and years of training, starting to give way to the massive knot as his legs started to fade to exhaustion.

The post was titled "A Very Big Candle For My Birthday," and Albaz was more than happy to take a picture of just what Leon was talking about. Tiny rivulets of lubrication were dripping down over the knot of the toy as Leon struggled not to fall upon it. He'd been given an ultimatum for his birthday from his master: If he could keep from falling all the way onto the knot of his favorite toy, then Albaz would take him out to a nice, normal dinner for his birthday, treat him to a fanciful meal, and allow him a day of rest in what was an otherwise endless life of sexual subjugation. The conditions of the challenge made it unfair, however, as Leon's paws were strapped down to the desk, leaving him only his pawtips to type with, and giving him only what support his legs could offer to keep the toy out of his body.

He also had to last in that position for four hours, and if he failed, Albaz got to pick what the more submissive lion had to do for his birthday punishment, and already, the bright blue, dominant Albaz was grinning, licking the tips of his pointed fangs at the thought of what was to come that evening. Leon couldn't possibly hold out a moment longer, and there was a soft, quiet pop as his legs gave out and the poor submissive slipped all the way down onto the knot, gasping weakly as it spread his tailhole wide open and created a perfect snapshot for Albaz to post to the blog.

"Goodness...you just didn't want it enough, did you?" Albaz asked, knowing when he came up with the challenge that Leon would never have a chance of making it all the way. There was no proper bottom to the chair, giving Leon no rest, and forcing him to squat on the toy for four straight hours...he'd made it an impressive three hours and twenty minutes, driven on by the pure need for a break from all of the torture that he came to endure on a daily basis, but there would be no rest for Leon this day, even if it was his birthday. "That's too bad. I know how much you love that fancy steak place over on fourth street, but I guess I have to come up with a whole set of new plans for the evening! Do you know how much of a hassle that is?"

Leon was completely mentally broken, at this point in the relationship that he shared with Albaz. A part of him still knew that it was no big deal for Albaz to make new plans for the evening, and that, in fact, it was likely that the blue lion was planning on this outcome from the beginning, but even if he knew and understood all of that to be true, there was a greater truth, a more important truth, that told him that the should be sorry for his failure.

"I'm sorry, Master...I would never intentionally inconvenience you..."

The apology was far too short and weak for Albaz to take it seriously. In their home, Albaz never allowed Leon to wear anything more than a thong that always failed to contain Leon's rather impressive manhood, so it was easy for Albaz to slide Leon's only clothing out of the way to fully reveal the chastity device that had been latched onto Leon for so many months now that it felt like a second skin for the submissive, red lion. There was a small switch on the chastity cage that allowed Albaz to make things even more uncomfortable for his slave, and Leon knew his fate before Albaz even started to twist the small knob. Careful pawtips twisted the little switch, and with each quarter turn, Albaz tightened up the grip of the cage on Leon's trapped length, putting the more submissive of the two in even greater discomfort.

Leon writhed around on the toy, his legs trying desperately to push him up and off of it, but there was no hope for him to escape his punishment now. "You've greatly inconvenienced me, Leon...I don't think you know how serious this is," Albaz pointed out, as his paws went to work on another small device, a clamping ring that kept Leon's sack tightened up, and his soft, full orbs constantly strained out to the edge of their casing, so that even the slightest, unintentional brush against them was like a full tongue bath for Leon. Albaz cinched the clamp up, pushing Leon's testicles out as far as they could go, the sensitive balls straining against the surface of his tightened sack and making Leon groan with pain from such a prolonged chastity. The pleasure he felt at any given moment was completely double-edged; each touch was pleasurable, but it left a long and painful ache behind from his need for a climax, one that Albaz simply wouldn't let him have. "A simple set of birthday spankings isn't going to cut it here, I'm afraid...no, I'm going to really have to get creative, this time."

Albaz had the sort of dangerous sexual creativity that would rightly scare any submissive into being as obedient as they could, but Leon knew all too well by now that obedience alone wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the blue lion. At the end of the day, Albaz was only satisfied when he wanted to be, and the only thing that Leon could do to sway that fact was take every punishment that he was offered like a good little slut...in that sense, his birthday was going to be just another day, for him.

For Albaz, it was an opportunity to push the limits of his sexual deviance even further.

"What kind of busy bodies would we be if we didn't take your celebration out on the town?" Albaz asked, watching Leon with a sadistic grin as the former bit his lip and tried desperately to keep from falling into the gaps on the chair, knowing how much worse it would make the pain for him. "I think we should invite some of your most loyal followers out to join us at that really nice new club downtown...the one that no one seems to be able to get into."

"Y-you mean Collars?" Leon managed to ask, his voice stammering as he panted with nearly every breath, just trying to keep himself upright.

Albaz nodded firmly. "That's the one," he said simply, before resting a paw on Leon's shoulder. It seemed like an innocent enough move at first, but even that little bit of added pressure was enough to make Leon squeal and dig his claws into the hardwood floor under the computer desk, and with each passing second, Albaz leaned a bit more of his weight on his pet, adding so much pressure to the knot in his tailhole that Leon felt like he might split in half. "Send out a message to your favorite followers, and tell them to meet us there tonight around 11 P.M. It won't exactly be easy for us to get into the place, but I'm sure that you can find a way to help us get past the bouncers..."

Leon was loathe to think of just what Albaz had in mind to help them get past the bouncers, but even in his deepest imagination, he couldn't have fathomed the level of depravity that Albaz would push him to so they could get into the club, much less before the evening was over.

"By the by, you're completely out of your mind if you really think that you're going to the club dressed like that."

The fear that he had about the evening to come made Leon completely forget that he hadn't even left the house yet, and Albaz had been looming over him the whole time. "W-what would you have me wear?" he asked, still biting down on his lip and wishing that the dominant lion would give him even a hint of a break. His legs were burning.

"How about you stand up..." Albaz started to speak, and before he could finish, Leon was already letting out a quiet sigh of relief, "And walk over to the dresser, so we can pick out a nice outfit for you? Just sending you in only your birthday suit would be too easy..." Not to mention you'll end up in that soon enough.

The sudden, harsh, upward tug on the scruff of his neck was the saving grace that Leon had been waiting for. There was a rush of warmth in Leon's extremities as Albaz released the binds that kept him so tightly stuck to the chair and the computer desk, but even then, Leon wasn't free to move on his own. Albaz simply wouldn't have that, and even allowing his submissive pet to go get an outfit had to be an effort to satiate Albaz's sadistic desires. Somehow, Leon had forgotten that little fact, but as he felt sharp, dangerous claws digging into the softer flesh on the back of his neck, he was quickly reminded of just how much trouble he would be in for his hubris. "That...nngh...that stings, master..."

Albaz curled his pawtips closed that much tighter, not quite drawing blood from the pet, but putting him in wincing pain as he treated the neck scruff like a collar, holding onto it tightly and using it to lead Leon over to the dresser. With no regard for his pet, Albaz released him in a harsh shove, tossing him into the large, ornate dresser and leaving him to lean upon it. "You really thought I was just gonna let you out of your favorite chair without being punished for your failure? You really must be exhausted!" he exclaimed, and just after he did, Leon's ears flickered, and then folded down flat to his head as the familiar clink of a belt buckle coming undone hammered upon his eardrums.

"M-master...please, don't..."

WHACK! Albaz whipped the belt out of the loops with expert ease and lashed it across Leon's ass in the next moment, leaving an immediate glow of soft cherry underneath the brown fur upon his flesh. Leon gripped onto the edges of the dresser as tightly as he could, his jaws flying open in a pathetic, whimpering cry as he felt the belt rapping on his flesh a second time, passing right over the path of the first strike and making his knees buckle with pain.

"And just who do you think you are, trying to give me orders?" Albaz asked, adjusting his grip on the belt and holding the buckle itself in his paw. "Perhaps I've been going a bit too easy on you lately...you've developed a very bad habit of talking back!"

"I...I d-didn't..."

"Yes, you did!" Albaz cut him off, gripping the belt just short of the buckle and swinging it hard, sending the buckle of the belt square into the backside of his little red lion and finally sending the submissive feline to his knees. The mark in his fur was clear and obvious instantly, the perfect shape of a square belt buckle imprinted upon his flesh before the harsh metal fell away from his fur. The cries slowly faded into nothing more than a pitiful whimper, Leon's voice turning so shrill that Albaz could only faintly hear it to know that he was still in pain...

...And it was a pain that Leon desired more than anything. He wished it were still a secret to anybody, but Albaz knew it better than anyone else, and thanks to his idea to start the blog, the rest of the city was starting to figure out what a little masochist he was...even the ones that hadn't seen one of the depraved public sex shows that Albaz had forced him into were starting to get the hint.

Even his body knew all too well just how much pleasure he derived from the beating, as Leon's cock squirmed and bulged against the small cage that it was confined to, knowing full well that there would be no release today, and almost certainly not that evening. Pushing Leon down the dark path to sexual depravity was actually the perfect gift from Albaz, and it was one that they could mutually enjoy every bit as much as the next lash of the belt against Leon's other ass check, leaving it bright red and bruised under the fur. There was a rush of endorphins so great that Leon completely forgot he was in any kind of pain at all, something that only fighting through the pain could release in him, and only Albaz seemed to know the way to make that mental agony turn into a sexual alchemy. Leon could never properly express in words just how grateful he was for that fact, so he let his actions speak for him, as he stood up once again on wobbly, exhausted legs and stuck his rump out towards his master, giving it the faintest of shakes to entice Albaz to hit him again.

"I think you might be enjoying this a little _too_much," Albaz suggested, as he held the belt tight in his paws, but didn't give Leon another lashing. "Hell, you might be enjoying it even more than I am, and we can't have that, my little cum dumpster. I guess we'll just have to move right ahead to getting you dressed and getting in line for the club!"

Leon's backside dropped down a bit as he held onto the dresser for support. "But it's so early, master! We'll be waiting around, doing nothing for hours!"

Albaz grinned. "We'll be waiting, that much is true...but if you really think we'll just be sitting around doing nothing, you're sorely mistaken..."

The blue lion pulled open one of the dresser drawers, pushing Leon to lean over it as a resting place. There was nothing in that drawer but pairs of frilly, lace and silk panties, and all of them were just for show. They'd do nothing to hide how much of a slut Leon was, and Albaz looked through the different pairs, tossing panties across the drawer and down to the floor before picking out a bright pink pair, ones that were scarcely more than a piece of string.

"Put these on, and make it snappy. I think I know exactly how we're going to get into the club tonight, and how we're going to get to the front of the line..."

**

The string of the panties he was forced to wear were already giving Leon a wedgie, and his tail flicking about couldn't make things anymore comfortable for him.

To be fair, though, it was the only thing he was wearing, other than a collar.

"See? You thought we were leaving too early, but there's already a line at least twenty people long! You should really trust your master more..."

Albaz was right. A line thirty furs deep was stretching out from the front door, and the sun was only just starting to go down on the day. Leon was shocked that Albaz had walked him all the way from their apartment to Collars without so much as stopping him once to berate him in front of a stranger, but it only made him that much more nervous to wonder what the blue lion had in store for him when they got into the club.

The trouble would start long before they made it to the doors.

"Hey...that guy looks kinda familiar..."

Albaz, still holding a lead that kept Leon from straying more then a couple feet away from him, was already grinning.

"Yeah, I know him! He's that little slut lion who keeps posting all the sick stuff his master makes him do on that blog!"

Other voices were starting to join the first. "Yeah, I knew I recognized him! I love that blog! It's like getting professional quality bondage porn for free!"

Leon was already flushed under his cheeks from being nearly naked in public, with his chastity devices in tact, bulging through the feminine panties that wrapped pointlessly around his junk. Albaz had trained him to get over having public performance issues before, but now, it seemed that he was becoming a local celebrity, and those feelings of bashfulness were rushing back to the surface.

That wouldn't stop Albaz from exploiting him, though.

"You guys seem to be pretty big fans," Albaz suddenly jumped in, keeping a tight grip on Leon's leash. "I don't suppose you'd like to have a little fun with our favorite cum slut in exchange for a favor?"

The two most prominent voices suddenly went silent, but they stepped forward out of the line. The first voice belonged to a healthy looking German Shepherd, and the other belonged to a slim, but sly looking calico cat. Just for the chance to meet Leon in person, it seemed they were willing to give up their spots in line. "Name your price!" the calico said, already reaching into his back pocket to fetch his wallet.

Albaz immediately put up a paw and shook his head. "No no...we're not talking money here. I'm afraid Leon and I really need to get into the club early tonight to meet some very important people, and we can't be sitting at the back of the line here waiting to get in. I'm sure our little bitch kitten would love to give each of you a live performance, if we could have your spots in line?"

The pair hadn't been extremely close to the front, but they were close enough that when the club finally did open, it would only take minutes for Albaz and Leon to get in the door. Though the calico cat suddenly looked hesitant, the German Shepherd was more than ready to make that trade. "I'm in!" he exclaimed hurriedly, his paws quickly flying to the front of his jeans, before his logic got the better of him. "There's an alley just a few feet to the right, if that's okay with you guys..."

The calico cat looked to Albaz, now looking just slightly nervous himself, but Albaz shook his head again. "I would never deprive the public of a show like that," he admitted, giving a quick tug on the leash. Leon showed his obedience immediately, going down to his knees, but he hesitated to go any further, even if he knew what Albaz wanted him to do. "Leon, open your cock holster and show these guys a good time so we can go to the front of the line..."

A couple other people at the back of the line were starting to turn around now just at the mention of a public show, and Leon, hesitant as he'd been before, opened his muzzle wide open. Tiny strands of saliva dripped from his fangs and tongue as he did, the warmth of his breath caressing over the crotch of each male in the cool, evening air of autumn. The calico was still looking a bit uneasy, but the German Shepherd was more than eager to put on a show in public if that was what it took to have a run in with Leon. "Name's Mark," he said gruffly, as his paws went to work undoing his belt and his zipper. The sound of metal separating drew even more curious eyes to the display, and Albaz just stood over his slave as Mark fumbled through his boxers and revealed his sheath, with a bright red surprise already starting to free itself. Leon drank in the musk of the powerful male in front of him before leaning forward, taking the tip in his maw and closing his lips around it so he could feel the delightful heat radiating from it. He could feel it growing inside of his mouth and starting to poke down into his throat as Mark got further into the mood, and the canine was impressed to watch Leon take the whole of his length without using his paws to help guide the length down into his throat; it only took a simple adjustment by Leon to feel the tapered tip of the dog cock poking down into his esophagus.

"Now now, don't be shy! Leon would love to swallow your cock too, my friend," Albaz said, giving a quick glance to the calico, but it didn't last. He kept his attention on the show at hand as well, even going so far as to interact with the show by digging his claws into Leon's hair and pushing his head forward roughly, forcing his nose into the canine's crotch and keeping him there. "You just have to wait your turn, of course, but I'm sure my little slut of a lion would happily jerk you off until then..."

The people in the crowd behind the nervous cat gave him a gentle push forward as they all eagerly watched. Albaz could see a couple different folks unzipping their pants, a couple males and one female, as they watched the show starting to develop. Slowly but surely, it seemed that Albaz was corrupting the whole town along with Leon, and now, there was no way for the submissive red lion to get out of the situation. The urging of the other members of the audience was starting to get to the calico, who finally took a step up to Leon and unzipped the front of his jeans. "I'm James," he whispered timidly, but Leon showed that just because he was submissive didn't mean he couldn't be aggressive. He reached into James' jeans and pulled out what was already an impressively growing cock. His paw smoothed over the small, sharp barbs on James' tip, working the little bit of precum that he could feel into the flesh and stroking at it, trying to urge more out of the timid cat.

"You'll get your turn in a minute, James," Mark grunted as he pulled his cock free from Leon's warm, tight maw and smacked it against his muzzle, leaving a sticky mix of precum and saliva to stain the submissive lion slut. "I'm not here just to try a sample. I want the whole thing, and I always get whatever I want..."

Leon didn't mind the little bit of abuse. He loved every second of it, and Albaz knew it all too well. Precum was pooling on the bridge of Leon's muzzle as Mark started to tug his jeans the rest of the way down, and James was gasping in pleasure as he felt how skillful Leon could be with his paws. The crowd had closed a small circle around the improved threesome now, keeping prying eyes from getting too close and keeping the authorities from breaking up the show. More than a few other furs were already starting to masturbate just watching the show, but only Mark and James were lucky enough to actually make it into the center to try out Leon's rather famous services. The show was picking up speed fast, as Mark shoved Leon harshly down toward the ground, facing him the other way so that the canine could tug the pathetic excuse for panties out of his way and glance over Leon's tailhole. His tail was already raised far up and out of the way, just the way Albaz trained him to do whenever he was in public, and Mark wasn't the least bit surprised to find that there was a large plug keeping the lion slut stretched out. "Well, well...what do we have here? A little obstacle? I sure hope you don't mind me pulling this out for a minute, Albaz..."

It seemed that Albaz was gaining quite a reputation himself, from the blog. "Knock yourself out," he replied with a quick grin. "Just make sure that if you're going to stick it in his pussy that you give it to him hard, and make sure to leave him a little creampie, if you would..."

Leon was whimpering with delight at the way Albaz spoke. He loved to be verbally abused as much as anything else, and to hear his tailhole referred to as a pussy, just to be feminized that way was a huge turn on for him. Only releasing James because of the sudden change in pose, Leon beckoned him over with a quick curl of his tail tip, and James was shoved right over, his cock so stiff by now that it made walking hard for the poor calico. Leon did his best to relieve him of that problem as he leaned upright, holding onto James for support so he could stick his ass out for Mark, and for each inch of manhood that Leon took into his throat, Mark pulled the plug a little bit further out of his tailhole, until Leon was face to crotch with James, and finally, Mark pulled the toy all the way free. The risky German Shepherd didn't even bother with putting on a condom, opting to use only the lube that was already there to guide his cock into the waiting tailhole. Leon's 'pussy' was well primed and already stretched, and the submissive little lion moaned around the mouthful of cock that he held, his body writhing with delight as Mark pressed his hips forward and slid inside rather easily, pressing his length in all the way up to the knot.

"L-Leon...you're so skillful!" James praised the little slut, something that he certainly wasn't used to. It was obvious just by how nervous he'd been to get into such a club, and just how amazed he was that James was a bit more inexperienced than the others in line, and just at that thought, no one was willing to deny the poor guy a chance to be a part of something so sensual. Leon suckled even harder just knowing it, letting the flat of his tongue glide gently over the underside of James' sack and soaking it in his saliva, adding another element of pleasure for the calico as the cool air of the night wicked over the moisture and sent a gentle tingle through his balls. Leon never stopped bobbing his head, feeling the tickle internally of each and every barb on James' cock as it stroked up and down through his throat, pouring a nearly endless supply of pent up precum into his gullet.

Mark wasn't nearly as generous or gentle of a lover. As soon as he felt Leon's inner muscles conforming to the canine shape of his cock, he gripped the red lion by the hips, dug his claws in deep enough to leave deep, bright red marks in his flesh, and slammed his hips forward with such force that his sack slapped up against Leon, bucking his whole body forward and nearly toppling him into James. He didn't stop there, though; the first thrust was merely setting the pace for the canine, who lived up to his nature of giving a hard, fast, and overall brutal fuck to whoever was willing to take it. His hips hammered away like a blur, pummeling Leon from behind and pinning him down to the sidewalk as a couple people watching held James up just to keep him supported against the onslaught. Leon was nearly swallowing James all the way down to his balls from being pushed on so hard, and he finally gagged on the cute little calico's cock as Mark fucked him into even deeper submission, much to the delight of Albaz. "So you like letting...rnnngh...letting strangers pound your little pussy, L-Leon?" Mark asked through his own grunting moans, gritting his fangs with delight as he found Leon to be just the perfect fit for his massive, canine member. Despite the plug that kept him wide open, Leon could still grip and grab Mark internally with a level of skill that he rarely felt, and each little squeeze garnered another burst of precum from Mark, who had plenty of volume to go around.

Moaning like a whore around his mouthful, Leon knew that he could only take so much more before his body would give into a climax...

...Usually.

Thanks to the ingenious system that Albaz put into place in addition to the chastity cage, Leon could already feel the excess seed that his body produced rushing from his sack right up into his crushed, pulsing length, but he knew that no matter how close he really came, his body wouldn't quite be able to achieve a climax, and it was a mixture of bliss and agony that he couldn't put words to. He only knew that he loved the denial, and yet, even as a submissive, he couldn't deny that he dreamed of the day when he would finally be able to have what would no doubt be a massive release.

Though he'd only climaxed a couple hours ago himself, Mark was determined to give Leon's volume a run for its money.

"I see everyone is enjoying our little show, Leon...think you can give all of these kind people a place to cum?" Albaz asked, though he was only being so generous because of the warm and friendly atmosphere of the crowd. There were still three other random furries, a pair of foxes and a female mouse, all watching intently over the display. The foxes were obviously there together, each one helping the other towards a speedy orgasm with a helping paw, but the poor girl was all alone, just fingering herself with a look of pleasure that twisted up the adorable grin on her face. The quiet, wet sound of her pawtips sliding around in her folds was teasing over the tips of Leon's ears, reminding him of the faint sound of his seed erupting from the tip of his cock, something that he'd now gone so long without, he was starting to forget the very feel of it. Just the similar sound was something of a relief to him, though, and he watched the crowd with great anticipation in his eyes as the pair of foxes, so similar looking that they might be twins, came a little bit closer, looking for the best spot to give Leon an offering.

Of course, Leon couldn't verbally reply to his master or the twins, but he gave a subtle nod, bouncing the cock up and down inside of his throat and making James cry out in ecstasy. The calico showed his lack of experience as he suddenly gripped onto Leon by the ears and tugged them hard, losing control of his body and sending a sudden, heated rush of his cum shooting down Leon's throat, pumping right into his tummy. James gritted his teeth and winced his eyes shut, his cheeks flushed bright red with a bashful blush as he rode through a climax he'd never forget, feeling every nerve ending in his body light ablaze. All of the pleasure he could ever imagine radiated up from his cock, filling his body with an electric rush, and filling Leon's maw with a flood of sticky, white seed, one that he easily gulped all the way down. Just as he'd been trained, Leon opened his muzzle up thereafter to show Albaz that he'd swallowed the whole load, and James took a small step back with a shy smile at the lion for a job well done. The twins jumped in right where James had been standing, and Leon quickly pushed their paws aside so he could grip each of their long, narrow vulpine cocks in his paws, jerking them off the moment that he could get a grip on them. Their precum was staining his fur within seconds, and Leon closed his eyes, leaving his tongue out as he waited eagerly for what was to come. Albaz felt a little discomfort in his jeans, growing stiff as a board from watching his pet act like such a little cum slut, but he kept it in his pants, knowing that there was something even greater than this to be had later on.

"You've never cum on someone in public, have you, sweetie?" the first fox asked his friend, still gently rubbing his balls and looking down at Leon as if he were nothing more than a canvas to be painted. "It's pretty exciting to have your first public orgasm like this..."

Mark was enjoying himself a bit too much to care that much about the foxes, but he did grin and look up at each of them, his paw coming down and swatting harshly over Leon's ass, right where Albaz had belted it before. "Go ahead and paint the little fucktoy," he grunted, as his knot started struggling to find a home in Leon's back door. "He probably looks better in white!"

Things were going a bit too perfectly for Albaz to pass up. With a moment of haste so great that he nearly dropped it, the blue lion pulled his smartphone out of his pocket and immediately started recording what he knew was the finale. The fox twins, each gasping in pleasure, finally unleashed a torrent of cum on Leon's muzzle and forehead. Each one of them had no doubt been saving their seed for a special occasion, and this proved as perfect a time as any, as Leon gasped in delight at the warm, sticky fluids that splashed upon his fur and marked him with vulpine mess. Mark was pushed at the edge just watching the erotic display in front of him, and he gripped Leon so tight that he squeaked like a bath toy, holding him firmly in place so that his hips could drive his knot home with a slick, messy pop. Finally stuck inside, Mark felt his tummy tighten up, and he howled a midst the anticipating crowd, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train moving at full bore. His tapered cock erupted inside of the submissive bitch, painting his insides with the first coat of cum that they'd received in days, and sending a pleasant warmth into Leon's body that nearly made him buckle completely. It was only his obedience to his master and his desire to be used as a public slut that kept him from collapsing. Virile and plentiful as canine seed often was, Leon felt his tummy nearly starting to bulge as Mark's cock pulsed inside of him over and over again, each pleasant throb pouring more seed into his abused tailhole until he was at capacity, with a slow trickle of white seed pouring down his thighs and to the sidewalk, in a small pool.

Albaz was sure that he'd gotten the perfect money shot to put online, but just as he was about to turn off his camera, the diminutive mouse that had been pleasuring herself to the show stepped forward.

"And what about me, you little cum slut? Girls have something to offer too, y'know..."

Feminine arousal was simply pouring down her thighs as she selfishly butted in front of the foxes and sat her netherlips upon Leon's muzzle, and though he was a bit confused at first, the submissive lion stayed put as a sudden rush of warmth coated his face, and his nostrils were filled with the salty-sweet smell of female ejaculate. It blended _perfectly_with the thin coat of fox cum that already made a mess of his muzzle, and Albaz, now holding his phone even closer to the action and zooming in on it, watched eagerly as the cute little mouse rode Leon's muzzle to a climax that was finally the last straw for the club security. Her tiny, pleasured squeaks were just enough to draw the attention of the two bouncers at the front of the line, and everyone turned nervously as two men in suits made their way through the crowd.

"Is there a problem back here?" the first one asked. Albaz looked up to see a lion with blonde bangs and a proud, brown mane, looking quite dapper in his suit, but the expression on his face said that he was all business.

The sidewalk was coated in excess juices. Leon was a cum-covered mess, and multiple people were at least partially naked, with the little gathering staying private until this point only thanks to the people in line ahead of them turning into a circle and adding a ring of protection.

"No problem whatsoever," Albaz suggested, as he finally put his smartphone away and gave a tug on Leon's leash. "In fact, I think we were just finishing up here and getting ready to go inside..."

Everyone that had given their spot in line up to the devious duo that was Albaz and Leon slowly stepped behind them and suddenly, the line had simply shifted positions along the side of the building, but Albaz and Leon found themselves at the front of it, face to face with the two bouncers. The second one, a tall and powerful horse with a flowing, black mane and the same look of a no-nonsense attitude that the lion had, shook his head slowly. "I don't think so. Not after all the ruckus that you guys caused out here."

The crowd that had been watching wanted the pair of lions to get in more than anything, knowing that the show would almost certainly continue inside, but Albaz didn't need their support to find a way inside. "And what if my little bitch here can find a way to persuade you?"

The lion bouncer took a half a step back, having no problem with their entry, but it seemed that the equine wasn't so easily swayed. "And just what do you think he can possibly do to change my mind?"

"I think it'd be better if he simply showed you."

Leon, still soaking with the cum of four different men and one very lucky lady, crawled on his knees and paws over to the horse, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He wasn't begging to get in, however, as he gestured for a moment to the equine's crotch.

"...Is he serious? I'm a fucking horse , dude."

Albaz snickered. "I really don't think that'll be a problem."

Much to Leon's shock, a pair of paws quickly undid the zipper on his pants, and suddenly, the horse let his cock fly free, and even soft, the length was impressive to the point of intimidation. "All right then, you little slut. Show me what you can do."

Leon was already convinced at this point that he might have cost himself and Albaz entry into the club with his little display, which would only lead to more and worse punishments later. He felt a sense of determination inside to take this man as faithfully as he'd taken so many others, and to please him to the point that he'd have no choice but to let them inside. Reaching his paws around to grip the horse by his firm, shapely rear, Leon went eye to eye with the fire hose of a cock that he was being forced to suck, and looking as confident as he could, he swirled his tongue around the massive, flared tip, nearly the size of a fist, and balanced it up on the flat of his tongue, before opening his maw wide and engulfing the entire head. The bouncer looked down in total disbelief as Leon went right on past the tip, his throat bulging out almost immediately as the massive length started to disappear, inch by inch, into Leon's warm, abiding throat.

"Were you going to stand here and watch, or were you just going to head in?"

It was the lion bouncer, looking up to Albaz after watching the impressive display with a good deal of shock.

"He'll come in when he's finished," Albaz suggested, giving the lion bouncer a quick high five and walking right in the door before the club was even officially open. "Thanks, Nbowa. You guys enjoy the show out here, okay?"

Leon flattened his ears for a quick moment as his eyes glanced around the powerful, muscular thighs of the horse in front of him. He watched with a faint pout as Albaz disappeared through the front doors, realizing that Albaz could have gotten them in anytime he wanted to. This was all just another way for him to subject Leon to more torture and depravity...

...Luckily, he had a taste for horse, that evening.

**

The inside of a club by the name of "Collars" had almost exactly the attire that anyone would expect it to.

The floors were a black hardwood, shined and polished to perfection so that the myriad of lights on the ceiling bounced off of it, creating a natural, wavy ambiance that made you feel like you were flowing through the club, instead of simply walking through it. A black and white marble dance floor adorned the far back wall, with a professional DJ booth seated in the back center. Along the right side wall was the actual bar, a solid piece of polished oak with a slightly cherry finish that looked a little more red than it should in the pleasant glow of the night club. Red cushioned stools on metal legs adorned the bar on the front and edges, with about 25 different seats to be taken. The middle of the club was an open area, filled with round tables for people to congregate and drink, and as one would approach the left wall, they saw a little area that had become known as "The Gallery," where prospective pets were marched across a catwalk so that the more dominant customers could get a good look at them before they made their way back into the common crowd. There was a door off to the left of the catwalk, and it was very rare that anyone was ever seen going into or coming out of it. Only the owner of the establishment knew exactly what was in there, or what went on when the door was locked. It had all of the mystique that a VIP room could ever hope to have, and the owner was very particular about letting people in...or out.

It wouldn't shock anybody to know that the owner was a black and orange striped canine mutt, who could often be found wiping down his bar top or mixing up a drink for his good friends. The collar he wore around his neck, adorned with a small, silver bell, had been the inspiration for the name of the club itself.

"The VIP room is all yours if you want it, Albaz. I understand this is a pretty special occasion."

Leon might have actually been disappointed if he knew that Joshiah was the owner of the club. Albaz could have gotten them in anytime he wanted, and easily could've gotten them to the front of the line if he so pleased, but instead, he forced Leon into unnecessary depravity while he went inside to beat the evening rush and grab himself a quick drink.

"It's a tempting thought," Albaz admitted, "But I don't think I want to hide this show away from the rest of the patrons. They sure seemed to enjoy the preview outside, after all."

"...The preview?"

Joshiah had security cameras wired into the back of the club, but it was rare that he actually had to keep an eye on them. His customer base was the hedonistic type, and fighting was seldom something he had to worry about. If he'd been watching that evening, however, he would have seen the improved threesome that took place in front of his club, right out in public.

"I wouldn't worry too much about it. Leon will be in momentarily, I'm sure, and it's up to me to make sure that he spends his whole evening being treated like the little bitch that he is..."

The coyofolf poured two ounces of Bulleit into a rocks glass and set it down in front of Albaz, who graciously took a quick sip. "You've definitely come to the right place, then. I don't suppose you already have a few surprises planned for him?"

"I have a very vague outline," Albaz admitted, "But I'm just as happy to see who shows up, and go with the flow as it happens. Our group of friends can be a little bit unpredictable, as you well know."

"Would it be too much to ask for someone to throw a cake and punch birthday party in here, just one time?"

Albaz snickered and took another sip of his drink. "You wouldn't want that anymore than he would, Joshiah."

'He' was still outside, doing his best not to gag around the throbbing horse cock that was primed to fire a load of spunk down his throat. The combination of pleasure, and simple shock was rocking the horse rapidly to an orgasm, and of course, equines weren't known for their stamina...but their volume was often legendary.

"H-here it comes, you pathetic little slut...s-swallow every drop!"

Leon looked up at the bouncer with bright, wide eyes, pulling off the innocent look as well as anyone ever could. It was just what the bouncer needed to be pushed over the edge, and he gripped Leon tightly by the scruff of his mane, forcing him as far down as his throat would physically allow and not letting him budge an inch, so as the sudden torrent of thick, potent cum started to fire down into Leon's gullet, he could do nothing more than try to swallow against the sensitive flesh, hoping and praying that he could keep up with the constant strands. His entire throat was bulged out, his mouth was completely full, and now, Leon had taken in so much seed that he could actually feel it sloshing around in his stomach. Overpowered by the horse and his own sense of lust, he was helpless to do anything more than hold onto the bouncer's backside and give it a gentle squeeze as he struggled to swallow all that the horse had to offer. The gropes of desperation only faded as Leon felt the shuddering of the bouncer's thighs come to a halt, and finally, he simply hunched over, panting for breath and looking down on the slutty lion with a satisfied grin.

"Albaz is l-lucky to have a faithful little cum slave like you..." he gasped, taking a full step back so the whole of his length, glistening with a lewd mixture of cum and saliva, could finally fall free, spilling a small river of mess down over Leon's neck and chest. "I'm gonna have to ask him if I can borrow you sometime, but in the meantime, you'd better get in there. I don't think you want to keep him waiting."

Nbowa, the lion bouncer, had been watching with greedy anticipation the entire time, sure that his turn was next, but he knew Albaz as well as anyone else...it would have been very unwise to keep him waiting any longer. "Get in line, Carl. You've had your turn with him...he's mine next."

Leon would have been lying if he said he didn't love the attention. As much as he was a desperate submissive, he loved being the center of attention, right in the limelight, and usually, being sexually exploited all the while. He had Albaz to thank for showing him that side of himself, and their dynamic of master and pet was the perfect way for Leon to show his thanks. Nbowa would be sure to get his turn to try out dominating Leon sometime in the near future, but for now, he regrettably had to do his job.

Once he was inside the double doors, Leon was blinded by a brilliant light show. The dance floor was already lit up and a couple patrons had taken to it, a wide variety of furs that all turned to give the submissive lion a glance as he headed for the bar. He saw Albaz there waiting for him, but he wasn't alone, and many of the faces Leon saw looked awfully familiar.

"So this is the little bitch you were talking about? Looks like an awfully scrumptious little thing to me," came a voice that Leon had never heard before, but Albaz was all too familiar with it. A rather well known hybrid in their little city by the name of Exile Huscoon was sitting at the bar, shooting the breeze with Joshiah...that is, until he was made aware of Leon's presence. "And you weren't joking! He really did blow the bouncer to get in here! Did he even have to?"

"That's for us to know, and him to wonder his little head about," Albaz said with a quick chuckle. "For now, I think he'd better get acquainted with a couple of his guests for the evening! It'd be rude for him not to properly introduce himself to his birthday guests, after all."

Leon didn't know exactly what Albaz had in mind, or who he'd even invited to come and join in on his birthday festivities. Based on how the night had gone so far, he couldn't imagine things getting much worse for him, but he was blind to the fact that things were going to go downhill very fast from there. What he'd taken so far was just the tip of the iceberg, and Leon's hopes of avoiding further humiliation were immediately dashed when he saw Exile and another male, a slender fox with a flowing ponytail, both slowly unzipping their jeans.

Joshiah rolled his eyes just a little bit and snickered. "So it's that kind of party? I don't think he really has to wonder too much if that's the case..."

"You're the one who said anything goes in here," Albaz pointed out, as he took Leon's leash once again and tugged it sharply, putting the submissive lion on his knees again in an instant. There was a sharp pain in Leon's thighs, as they were still so tense from his tortures earlier, but that pain quickly fell to the back of his mind as he saw a tasty looking hybrid cock and a delightfully vulpine one suddenly pointing right at his muzzle. He would have happily taken each one...if they hadn't turned around suddenly.

"Albaz said you were up for anything I might want to try," said the fox, who slowly lifted his long and fluffy tail out of the way. His cargo pants slipped down just enough, with boxers following, for Leon to get an eyeful of a delicate and tasty looking tailhole. "The name's Vanyan, and I wanted to see how far you were really willing to go...we can start small, though. How's about you show us just how hungry you are?"

Exile followed suit, lowering his own blue jeans and red boxers just out of the way, his tail already naturally curled up to his body and posing no obstacle to Leon, who gulped with hesitation. Two tight little puckers sat there before him, daring him to make the next move and go to that level of depravity, and despite his curiosity and submissive nature, he might have reconsidered, if not for the feel of another male pushing on the back of his head, forcing him into Vanyan's rear and burying the front of his muzzle, still soaked with the cum of several strangers, into the vulpine's waiting tailhole. Leon was overwhelmed with the scent, and he couldn't see who it was that had pushed him forth...all he knew was that he had to be a good little bitch, or more torture was his inevitable future. With just enough room to open his maw, Leon's tongue unfurled and stroked over the tight, tiny passage, sending Vanyan into a gentle shiver and making Exile that much more eager for his turn.

Leon had no idea that the one who pushed his head in wasn't actually a male, but someone that he'd become very well acquainted with not too long ago.

"Sure was sweet of your master to invite us to your birthday party, Leon. After what happened in the mall, we were worried we'd never see you again! Looks like you've been up to your old tricks again, too..."

The very same kitten who had acted so submissive outside should have looked familiar to Leon, but he hadn't put the pieces together. He was the same kitten who'd been involved in the orgy at the clothing store, and his mistress, the vixen who had beaten him silly with a belt that day, was standing right behind him, with her claws firmly entrenched in his mane. "We never were properly introduced, however. You can call me Kayla...I understand you gave James _quite_the treatment outside. The problem is that he was on chastity as well, and he wasn't allowed to be let free so soon...now both of you need to be punished!"

Leon's pathetic excuse for a thong had been coated in seedy mess throughout the night in the events outside, but that didn't stop Kayla from simply tearing it off of his body with her sharp, dangerous claws. Leon's tailhole, or his 'pussy,' as he secretly preferred, was still leaking from Mark having his way with it, and Kayla licked her lips at the sight, knowing that she didn't even have to do any prep work to take the submissive little bitch.

"I can appreciate you getting me involved in the punishment," Albaz chimed in. Though Leon couldn't see it, Albaz was resting on a couch near the tables in the middle of the club, his legs kicked up on an ottoman, with James trapped between his thighs and just underneath of his body. Big Blue's sack nearly blinded James, sitting on the bridge of his muzzle and blocking his vision as the submissive calico was forced to endure the same treatment as Leon, his tongue probing Albaz's tailhole as deeply as it could, and like the horny little slut that he was, James simply moaned in desperation for more of a taste when his tongue couldn't go any further. "Nnngh... He's quite a talented little cocksleeve, Kayla. I'm a little jealous..."

Knowing that someone else was getting to play with his master was always a source of motivation for Leon. He'd been trained to be obedient to a fault, and thinking that someone else could effectively pleasure his master created a small sense of jealousy within him. It was one he'd never admit to, but he took it out on Vanyan, pressing his tongue flat against his tailhole and just barely pushing the tip inside of the ticklish passage. Vanyan was groaning with delight as Leon kept on digging further, spurred on by the jealousy he felt, and even further by the sudden sensation of something probing at his own tailhole. Still deprived of his sight, he could only taste the fox and wonder who or what was poking at him...

...It was Kayla, wearing a strap-on that even the most prideful size queens would struggle mightily with. The toy was a thick, smooth and slick black, easily measuring over a foot in length, and if he could have eyeballed it, Leon would have guessed it to be as wide around as a soda can. Of course, seeing it would have been intimidating...taking it was that much worse.

"Something like this could be just a _little_dangerous for someone who isn't used to taking a huge cock, but I've seen what your master is packing...shouldn't be an effort for a worthless whore like you," she explained, gripping Leon by the hips and taking a step closer to him. Kayla was a typical red fox in appearance, but her dress was as skimpy as she pleased, and tonight, a slinky black dress had simply been lifted so that she could bury the egg of the strap-on into her folds. She was almost having _too_much fun simply hot-dogging the length of the massive toy against Leon's supple rump, gliding it between each cheek and wishing that she truly had a length of her own to mark the boy with, but she had to make do with what she had, and taking that frustration out on Leon using a big piece of rubber sounded almost as nice as having the real thing. Leon cried out in a mix of agony and ecstasy as the massive toy finally pushed on his slowly closing pucker, his body trying to adjust back to normal, only to have the whole process broken up again by Kayla spearing him and burying the massive toy halfway in with just a single thrust. With a quick pull, she removed the toy so she could watch Leon's pussy gape and drool, having no chance to shrink back down.

It was all too common a scene at Collars that people got a little bit out of hand with their amorous activities, and it was just as common for strangers to get involved in the action whenever they could. Just as Kayla grabbed Leon's head and pushed his muzzle deep into Exile's tailhole, forcing him to taste yet another male and leaving Vanyan to wait for his turn once again, a stranger with absolutely perfect timing approached the pony-tailed English fox, never wanting to leave anyone hanging.

"Mind if I have a taste?" asked yet another hybrid, one who had been sitting at the bar, just out of the range of Leon's view. Of course, he didn't know that this one was also a friend of Albaz's, and would have gotten involved before too long either way. "It's gotten a little lonely at the bar, since my friends are all over here having fun without me..."

There was a sultry and teasing air to the hybrid's voice. He was an exotic looking creature, and he stood out in any situation, even in a club where people dressing outrageous was the norm. His fur, an overcoat of black, dotted with two-toned blue rosettes and a light grey underbelly, shaded by a thin layer of darker grey around it, made him identifiable no matter where he was, and the unusual combination of his hybrid heritage, husky and cheetah, made him stand out that much more. His name was Arcturus, and he was nearly a fixture at Collars.

Vanyan couldn't believe his luck, but with tiny drips of precum already beading off of the end of his cock, he wasn't about to question it. "You can have a lot more than a taste," he offered, watching eagerly as the chusky, parading around the club in nothing but the fur he was born with, happily knelt down in front of him and sized up his cock, appreciating it with his eyes before taking the tip in his muzzle and giving it a teasing, suckling kiss.

Though the orgy that was coming together was pure happenstance, it all played into Albaz's master plan from the beginning, and even behind the bar, Joshiah was helping it along, slowly but surely. He'd recently hired a new, young apprentice, and already having an inkling of what Albaz would be up to with Leon's drinks, the coyofolf thought it was the perfect time for his wolven apprentice to have a turn mixing drinks at the busy bar.

"Hey, Bruno! Come over here and wait on the lion over there...his name's Albaz. Whatever he asks you to do with the drinks, you just do it, okay?" Joshiah ordered, as an unusually orange wolf came skittering up from the back of the bar and took over the post. His wild blue eyes would bewilder anyone who didn't expect to see them, but his smile, friendly and perhaps a bit aloof, was enough to draw customers to the bar anytime.

Bruno was eager to please his boss, but he had no idea what he'd gotten himself into tonight.

"Hey, pour me a quick one to help me loosen up!" came an order from the other side of the bar. It was the orange and gray fox that Joshiah had become used to seeing on a nightly basis, his good friend Kai. His long, fluffy tail was swishing about, swaying with excitement at the permission he'd just been given by Albaz. "I could probably use the liquid courage before I get in on the show..."

Joshiah made one last drink before taking his break, pouring Kai an unusual mixture of rum, grenadine, lemon juice, a splash of everclear, and a top off of Sprite. With a quick mix, he slid the drink to his friend and waved a paw dismissively about the price, not concerned with taking money from people he cared about. The crowd that was gathering to watch the public sex show in the bar would provide money enough to cover his costs for the night. "Just try to keep the mess in or on the red lion, okay?"

Kai slammed the whole pint glass in one gulp, loving the subtle burn and thrilling rush that followed as the potent alcohol poured down into his stomach. He wasn't the type to need to have a drink to perform, but to take place in something so devious, not to mention in public , he felt that he might need a quick boost. When his focus turned to the display again, however, he felt like the alcohol might have been a little overkill.

Arcturus had his muzzle fully buried in Vanyan's crotch, deepthroating the English fox with practiced ease, while Leon continued eagerly eating Exile's tailhole as if he hadn't had a meal in days. Kai wasn't exactly sure just how he would fit into the scenario when he saw that Kayla was pounding his once tight tailhole into a wide open, lubricated mess, but the dominant vixen beckoned Kai over and pointed at the floor.

"I bet we can both fit in here," she suggested, and it was the first comment all night that truly put Leon in a state of fear and shock. He was used to large penetrations, both from the regular sex with Albaz and the numerous toys he'd been forced to take, but he'd never had two full sized cocks in him at once, and while Kayla's toy was massive, Leon could tell by the bulge in Kai's shorts that he was plenty well hung, himself. There was something positively naughty about the thought, but every bit as much as it excited him, it simply terrified him.

That wasn't stopping Kai from taking instructions and sliding down to the floor, right underneath the mounted red lion, and starting to tug his shorts down. "I-if you're really sure, Kayla..."

Though Albaz was enjoying himself a bit too much to be distracted and care about how badly Leon was about to be abused, he would have been remiss if he'd forgotten the grand finale for the evening, and it was going to be an event that Leon would never forget. "Hey, Bruno, was it? I need you to do me a huge favor!" the blue lion shouted, never so much as breaking into a moan from the skillful calico that was still patiently tonguing his asshole. He didn't want to give James the satisfaction of having pleasured someone, and knew that Kayla would appreciate the fact.

Bruno was just trying to keep up with all of the drink orders that were coming in on a busy night at the bar, but no matter how hard he tried, there was so much going on that he couldn't possibly mix drinks and watch the show that was going on. Still, Albaz had been made his number one priority for the evening, and he had to answer the call. "Whatever you'd like, sir!"

"Bring me a handful of pint glasses with just a trickle of liquor in them. I almost forgot about the best part of the evening. Can't be a birthday without drinks for the birthday boy, right?"

The orange wolf immediately grabbed up as many pint glasses as he could hold in his pawtips, gathering up four in each paw and scooting around the bar to distribute them to Albaz. "No, no...down there," the dominant lion gestured, pointing under each and every one of the lewd sex acts going on in the bar. Bruno was likely the most innocent person in the room, but it didn't take him long to figure out what Albaz was going for. Trying desperately not to interrupt anyone, Bruno placed a pint glass under each pair, each one floating about a half an ounce of straight, golden rum. If he hadn't been on shift, Bruno might have been tempted to get a little more into the action, but a stern glare from his boss got his legs moving once again, putting him behind the bar before he could get too carried away.

_I'll have to leave him a nice tip...and get him involved next time,_Albaz thought, and though he knew that the crowd watching their display was starting to grow, he had no idea that there were still more volunteers in the crowd to be had, and on that note, more friends of the owner.

"This must be the show Joshiah was telling us about! Mars, Tsukari, Velli, it's over here!"

Collars was a large enough club that if you were looking for something on one side of the club, you might not be able to find it if it were all the way on the other side, especially when there was a crowd of bodies surrounding the entire show you were trying to find. It took a little weaseling to make their way through the crowd, but five more furs, all eager to see just how far things had gotten, made their way through the crowd, their bodies moving in sync with the music that had been thundering in the background the entire time.

Yet another hybrid, this one being part husky, part deer, a blonde haired malamute, a grey snow leopard coated in black rosettes, a tall and imposing black wolf, and perhaps most unique of all, a blue Yoshi all made their way through the crowd, managing to scoot their way through the numerous other furs that were either too engrossed with the show to look away, or too busy with their paws in their pants to be bothered to stop playing. No doubt, Joshiah would be hiring a new janitor by the time the evening was over, but for the moment, drinks were flying off the shelf and money was piling up, so he wasn't about to argue with the otherwise unorthodox business practices.

"Bout time you showed up, Mars...get down here. Now."

It was rare that Exile took a more dominant stance, but the moment that he saw the snow leopard, he grinned at his friend and pointed at the floor in front of him. He only had to make the gesture once to make Mars's ears flatten down to his head, but the timid snow leopard did as he was told and walked over, kneeling right down in front of his hybrid friend and gazing over the mostly canine cock that had been patiently waiting for a partner the whole time. Shyness rarely had a place in Collars, and it was often forced away; this was no exception, as a forceful huscoon pushed a paw against the back of Mars' head, and just by instinct, Mars opened his maw with the push, and had a mouthful of cock as a reward.

Leon desperately wished that he could see what was going on in front of him, but even when he did open his eyes, he could only see the light fuzz of Vanyan's backside, and nothing really around it, though a quick glance to the side revealed some of the crowd around him, and a couple more strangers that were apparently friends of Albaz. The air all around him simply reeked of sex, and even if he wanted to escape the aroma of it, he simply wouldn't be able to. The shock of having a second cock trying to force it's way in to his brutally overfilled tailhole kept him right where he was, and the tapered tip of Kai's vulpine manhood was just starting to poke through, prompting Leon to gasp into Vanyan's ass, his body now as full as it had ever been, but as Kai kept pushing, the pain only grew from there, until Leon was convinced that he really did have a pussy, knowing that no anal passage could possibly accommodate such a massive load of flesh.

Once the pair of cocks inside of his tailhole started to pump, each one moving in their own time and creating an unpredictable and heavenly sensation throughout the submissive lion, it all started to feel like a haze. Leon was hit with wave after wave of the greatest pleasure that he could possibly imagine, with the only downside being the fact that he could never achieve orgasm in the state he was in. His cock was writhing and jumping against the cage that held it, his precum spilling to the floor in a constantly flowing mess, and his sack, bound and tightened, was bulging out to the limit with the overwhelming amount of seed that had built up over the months of chastity. It was so sensitive that each time Kai pumped his hips up, thrusting at random into Leon's tailhole, the meeting of the vulpine's hips to Leon's sack made his legs quiver with a feeling of pain, that his mind knew should be nothing but pleasure. It was unfair for the poor little cum slut...that something so erotic could be so painful and uncomfortable, while Kai and Kayla were having a blast, pounding his tailhole out until it was wide, loose, and staying open all of its own accord.

That was just how Albaz wanted it, of course.

Syrian, the husky deer hybrid, and Mala, his malamute lover, were more concerned with each other than they were with the show, but as they turned to each other and started a heated embrace, right next to the show itself, Albaz slid one of the spare glasses over to them. They'd been briefed on the idea long before the event had started, and each one offered Albaz a wink as the pint glass came to a stop between their thighs. Velli and Tsukari didn't have any trouble getting into the thick of things, moving right over to James and putting his body to good use, which Albaz happily obliged. He stood upright and turned, his tail lifted so that James could keep up his assault on the tasty tailhole in front of him, all while Velli tore the clothes away from the calico's body, and Tsukari took the opportunity in all of the movement to sneak underneath James, with a trail of clothes left behind each of the two newcomers. The air of lust that was literally taking over the bar was making sexual deviants out of perfectly level headed people, and it was bringing out some of their most fascinating tricks, as well. Tsukari, as a perfect example, showed off the advantages of being a Yoshi, as his long and flexible tongue had no problem reaching up to Albaz all the way from the floor to slurp and loop around his plentiful, barbed cock, and even further, the dinosaur's prehensile cock was having fun pretending to battle with James' length, dancing around the flesh and drawing a fine lubricant of precum out of the spunky, submissive little kitty. Velli took the position that came most natural to the moment, standing behind the kneeling calico and pressing the very tip of his canine manhood up to the kitty's prepared passage, and encountering almost no resistance as he went to slide the head inside. James moaned like the cute little slut that he was, pushing his hips back into Velli to officially welcome him to the party, and to encourage him to leave a mess inside whenever he felt like it.

Albaz couldn't have been more pleased with the turnout.

If not for his bondage, Leon would have climaxed several times throughout the night, but as trapped as he was, things kept getting foggier and foggier for the submissive lion. His tongue moved about of its own accord, unknowingly drawing a howling climax out of Vanyan, the first burst of which fell into Arcturus' muzzle, but as the chusky was in on the plan, too, he quickly gathered up a pint glass and put it to the fox's cock, catching all of the seed inside of it before depositing his own, his cock primed to burst from the attentions of Acid, who snuck in when Leon couldn't see him. The leather clad canine was giving Arcturus a masterful blowjob while he did the same for Vanyan, and suddenly, three different species had all deposited their unique seed into one pint glass, right on top of the alcohol within. Leon was none the wiser to that, even as Kayla continued to rout him even harder, and the unusual, but amazingly pleasurable sensation of the toy rubbing against him and the tight squeeze of Leon's ass pushed Kai to his own orgasm. The excitable fox grunted with delight as another pint glass came to rest between his legs, and as his cock finally came free, spewing vulpine seed, Kayla did her best to catch it straight from the source, and once it finally subsided, she left the glass to rest under Leon's dripping pussy, letting it catch every drop that it could as Kai was finally spent. The hot and slick sensation of cum pouring into his tailhole would have made Leon release all over again if he could, but instead, it just built on the mental strain for him, which was downright maddening. He started to feel as though he really might die if he didn't climax, but he knew full well that it wasn't permitted.

"Hnng... G-gonna cum, Mars...get the glass!" Exile demanded, adding yet another male to the list of people who were granted a climax before Leon was. He could just barely hear the sound of the lewd act going on just in front of him, and as Vanyan stepped away, Leon instinctively went back to eating the huscoon's ass instead, his mind completely dictated and controlled by what he knew Albaz wanted. His desire to be the best, most submissive slut that he could possibly be kept him on his hands and knees, and as the hybrid erupted violently into the glass, spraying a thick and heavy torrent of seed into it, he was moved away, only so that Syrian and Mala could step in, with their canine lengths ready and waiting to be played with. Mindless, broken and defeated, Leon took a cock in each paw without a thought, a silly, stupefied smile upon his muzzle as he spat on Mala's, lubricating it in advance so he could rub it all the way from the tip to the knot, all while leaning over to gorge himself orally on Syrian's. He took the time to taste each and every inch of the hybrid with his tongue, absorbing the sweet and salty flavor of the manhood he'd been given the chance to try, wanting to savor it for as long as his body would let him stay conscious.

Acid moved right over to Mars once Arcturus was done with his own orgasm, surprising the snow leopard by tugging on his cock from seemingly out of nowhere and trying to milk the seed out of him. All of the excess spunk that had gotten on his smooth, leather gloves made for a new and unique sensation, and Mars, still licking his lips to appreciate the flavor of his hybrid friend, was happy to focus on the swirling motions of the leather, moving up and down and side to side over his shaft in a way that no orifice could ever manage. His precum was already starting to leak into the glass in front of him, even as Tsukari started to milk the cum right out of Albaz. The dominant blue lion had been getting teased longer than anyone but Leon at that point, and his body was primed for a climax, even if he'd nearly forgotten to grab a pint glass. Coming back just in time from his break, Joshiah poured a little vodka into the bottom of a pint glass and tossed it to Albaz as if on cue. "Try not to get anymore on the floor, okay?"

"T-Thanks, dude...rrrnngh...that's a good fucking tongue, T-Tsukari! We'll h-have to invite you back to our place l-later!" Albaz praised the sexual deviant of a Yoshi, who was more than happy to at least get a taste of the lion's spunk, but he only got a couple drops, as Albaz caught the pint glass just in time to fire off a massive load into it. His cock throbbed in the slick, flexible flesh of Tsukari's tongue, and with each powerful, body-shaking pulse, another long, thick stream of seed poured down the side of the pint glass into the bottom, leaving the side of it streaked with a creamy color. Tsukari was impressed with the volume that Albaz could put out, especially as a feline, but he was just as impressed, and perhaps even happier with the fact that James was putting out just as much precum as Albaz was putting out of the real thing. The thin, barbed length of the calico was like the mouth of a river, constantly pouring a thin stream of the slick, clear fluid down onto Tsukari's prehensile length, keeping it nice and slick so their frotting was every bit as pleasurable as possible. James knew he couldn't last much longer with Velli pounding his tight little tailhole for everything it was worth, but in the back of his mind, he knew that Kayla was watching, and that giving in too early meant that he might endure a fate every bit as terrible as Leon's. James was a shameless little calico, but as much as he enjoyed some of the punishments from his mistress, Kayla, he wasn't quite as into it as Leon was.

The submissive red lion was, however, shamelessly loving every minute of it.

He could feel the slick and sticky precum of Mala coating his paws yet again, knowing that his flesh underneath was nearly pruned at this point from all of the seed that had passed over him. "He's g-got such smooth paws..." Mala praised, his legs starting to tremble a little bit as Leon swirled his paw masterfully around the canine's tip.

"Probably all of that cum he's been handling...y-you should feel his throat! He's such a skillful little lion..._mmnnn!_Fuck!" Syrian moaned aloud, as Leon bobbed his head back and forth effortlessly. He was drinking the same out of Syrian, moaning eagerly as the husky deer hybrid gripped the tips of his ears and yanked his head forth, burying his muzzle into the soft fur of his crotch and forcing Leon all the way to the thick, bulbous knot, and even then, the submissive slut tried to go even further, wanting his throat to be knotted. He didn't even know if he'd be able to get it back out, but even less so, he just didn't care. Albaz had been satisfied with his training before, but seeing how readily Leon responded to every order given, and how he allowed himself to just be drenched in cum without a second thought was proof that he was really starting to get the hang of being a proper, living sex toy.

That didn't mean that Leon was getting let out of his chastity anytime soon.

Every wave of pleasure that washed over the red lion was mixed with an equally powerful wave of agony that kept him from reaching a climax, due solely to the massive, overwhelming need to finally have said release. His testicles were swollen well beyond what anyone could ever call normal, and they were painfully sensitive to the touch. Albaz, finished with his own climax and knowing this, decided to give Leon one more personal lesson in discipline before the grand finale, knowing just where to touch Leon to make sure he'd suffer the rest of the night.

"Do you think you've earned your way out of that cage?" Albaz asked, as he took the leather end of his belt and readied it in a paw.

Leon could hardly think straight to begin with, but even in that state, he knew that there was no right answer he could give. Never pulling Syrian's cock from his maw, Leon shook his head immediately, hoping that was the closer of the two to a right answer.

FWIP! Albaz lashed the end of the belt across Leon's tender, over-sensitive sack, nailing him right between the balls and making him gasp so loud that even the captive audience around him paused for a moment in their sexual deviance.

"And do you think you're going to be let out of that cage tonight?"

Still focused on the cock that filled his throat and trying to be as good of a pet that he could be, Leon shook his head, full well knowing that even if he somehow could miraculously earn his way out of the cage, it simply wasn't going to happen tonight.

FWIP! Once again, the belt struck hard across Leon's tender, thin flesh, his soft and bulging orbs now throbbing with a terrible ache, one that nearly brought tears to his eyes as he tried not to choke on Syrian's length.

"And finally, my dear cum dumpster...do you think you've earned a birthday drink?"

Leon was sure that he would feel the belt across his sack again before he even made an attempt to answer, but he was shocked, as he anticipated the blow, to feel that nothing ever came.

"Mrnnngle..." he tried to mumble around his mouthful of flesh, but he shook his head again, and this time, there was another touch upon his sack, but it was a softer one. It was still the belt, and the contact was still painful, but it was soft enough that there were very few within earshot, and Leon was more shocked at how gentle Albaz was, than in pain from the blow.

"Finish these fine gentlemen off, and get ready for your birthday drink, you little whore."

There was almost something of a softness to Albaz's normally stern voice, something that Leon wasn't used to, and it distracted him from the sudden rush of canine seed that burst from the end of Syrian's cock. Knowing he'd be tortured for hours if he took it early, Leon dipped his head down toward a pint glass on the floor, taking each individual strand of cum that he could onto his tongue, and then, letting it drip from there to the pint glass, just in time for Mala to shoot a large burst of his own cum upon Leon's right cheek. He winced his eye shut and gasped in surprise as the malamute erupted again with impressive volume, and Syrian did the poor submissive a quick favor, picking the glass up from the floor to help gather the excess. Tsukari was just starting to spray his own seed all over James, his cock throbbing and then firing like a geyser, spraying seed into James' chest and making a mess of his fur, but there was a pint glass to be had nearby, and the Yoshi used it to try and scrape his own seed out of the fur, before putting the glass over James' tip and grinding his cock against the calico's until he too found his way to a release. "Go on, kid..." Tsukari said in a low, dominant growl, knowing that it was just the thing James needed to loosen up a bit and finally offer his own cum into the glass, some of his seed spilling upon Tsukari's cock and adding another depth of flavor to the drink that was ultimately being made.

The air of the club was already filled with pheromones, and the amount of seed spilled in that hour alone made it sure that no one was going home that night without sex on the brain. Velli, Mars and Acid were the unlucky trio that got to finish last, but Velli didn't care about the pint glasses; he pumped every drop of his seed into the submissive little calico, setting a pint glass there after so it could catch the nasty mess that had marinated inside of the kitten, and Acid, still teasing Mars with the leather, watched in shock as the snow leopard gave an impressive flood of semen into the pint glass nearby, making him wonder just how long Mars had been pent up himself. Acid was at least lucky enough to be finished by an eager chusky, who helped slurp the leather-clad canine off to his own ending. "That's the way, Arc...d-damn! You're like a fucking professional!" Acid gasped aloud, surprised that Arcturus was as skillful with his muzzle as he was, and the ecstasy of the hybrid's tongue swirling around the very tip of his cock made it erupt right into the chusky's mouth. It was the very last one to be had in the group, and like the others before, all of the contents ended up in a pint glass, thanks to the quick thinking of Arcturus, but that didn't stop him from stealing a quick taste, first, and loving the feel of canine seed on his tongue.

When it all finally came to an end, it wasn't clear if Collars was a night club, or a meeting place for people to have as wild and public of sex as they wanted. That night, it was somewhere in the middle, and a pile of furs was collapsed and panting from exhaustion all around Leon, who was still on his sore, wobbly knees. Albaz, eager to present the birthday boy with his first birthday drink, gathered up each of the pint glasses, each one filled with the contents of different species, some just with cum, some with lube, and some, having dripped out of a tailhole...and put all of them together into one glass. The contents were impressive enough; the group had made enough of a mess to fill half a pint glass with their different juices, and Leon's eyes managed to focus just long enough to look up at Albaz, holding the pint glass over his head.

"Drink up, birthday boy...and you'd better not spill one. Single. Drop."

Leon had endured a number of sexual tortures over the years with Albaz. He'd been pushed to physical, sexual, and mental exhaustion before, but this was the first time that he could think of where he was subjected to all three in one night. He'd been abused in a way that he would never forget, and he worried he might never recover from it, as he could still feel his tailhole gaping wide open and dripping with the very last of the lube and seed that had been left inside of him.

He couldn't thank his master enough, but a good start was to take the pint glass from Albaz, and looking around at all of his guests, who eagerly waited to see if the submissive slut of a lion would do it, Leon managed a weary smile and barely lifted the glass to his lips.

"Thank you all for cumming," he said in a timid voice that had been trained to be smaller than everyone else. Before the groaning could start at the terrible pun, at least, to those who heard it, Leon opened his muzzle wide and tilted his head back, gulping most of the half pint in one shot and coating his throat in a wide array of seeds from all different animals. He could taste the subtle flavors of the cum that had been inside of himself and James, and it wasn't lost on him that he was drinking seed that had already been inside of his own body. It was depraved, it was horrible, it was so very wrong...

...And it was the perfect birthday gift for a submissive slut of a lion.