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The thumping beat of the music seemed to flow through Ciro’s body, tingling up from the dance floor through his paws and setting his ears flicking in time with the rhythm. Earlier, the dance floor had been crowded with couples and with single guys like the coyote, a riot of colour and smells and sound. Now it was getting later, and there were only a few other men dancing in time to the music. Ciro almost preferred it that way. He was far from the most skilled dancer gracing the nightclub that evening, but he still felt the thrill of losing himself in the music, of tuning out the distractions around him and letting the rhythm overcome his senses.

Sometimes, tuning out others didn’t mean that they tuned out you, and Ciro’s flinched with surprise as a hand landed softly on his shoulder, strong fingers squeezing slightly as the coyote’s paws came to a stop and his wagging tail swept against someone else’s legs. At first he assumed the hand belonged to one of the friends that he’d come to the club with, but even as he turned around he realized that the feline scent filling his nose was an unfamiliar one. The stranger was a lion, tall enough that he had to tilt his head to look past the silvery mane to the sparkling eyes peering down at him.

No, Ciro realized as the lion’s smile widened into a grin, he wasn’t exactly a stranger. About a foot taller than the coyote, the feline’s white fur and blue eyes would have stood out in any crowd, and so would have the casually confident way that he stood. Sitting at one of the raised booths overlooking the dance floor from the club’s VIP section had made the lion stand out even more, and Ciro had glimpsed him a couple of times throughout the evening, watching the dancers and the patrons in the crowded sections below his exclusive retreat as if they were a show provided for his personal amusement. The coyote was pretty sure he’d been approached by a couple of guys who had the money or connections to share the exclusive balcony, but the lion hadn’t seemed any more interested in them than he’d been in the rest of the club goers.

Only now he was here on the dance floor, so close that Ciro could smell the natural feline musk of his body, close enough that the coyote’s panting rustled his mane where it flowed over his shirt. He breathed in even more of that musk as the lion leaned down enough for his muzzle to brush against Ciro’s ear, and then it was the fruity scent of wine on the feline’s breath that was tickling his nose. The hand on his shoulder was warm and strong, and when it started to pull him forward he let himself lean into the bigger man’s body. The lion’s shirt was made of something silky and light that felt smooth against the coyote’s fur, and it wasn’t until his muzzle was buried in the lion’s mane and the feline’s arm was wrapping around his back possessively that he realized neither of them had actually said anything so far.

“Umm… hi.” Ciro managed at last, wiggling enough to free his nose from the intoxicatingly musky fur and looking up at the grinning muzzle above him. “You want to dance with me?”

“Nope.” The lion’s voice was deep and smooth, and Ciro felt his face warm as the lion squeezed him closer. “I’m just leaving, but I thought I’d treat myself to a little something for later.” Ciro could feel the rumbling purr that accompanied the words, and if there was any doubt to what the feline had in mind the lion’s paw ended it by sliding down his back and resting gently on the coyote’s rear. “And I do enjoy an energetic puppy.”

Lowering his ears as he blushed, Ciro glanced around the dance floor, but nobody seemed to be paying attention to them aside from a pair of weasels that shot him a jealous look before turning back to each other. He’d seen things go father on the dance floor himself at the club, although he’d always assumed the guys doing it had known each other for more than thirty seconds.

“I’m not… mmm…” Ciro huffed as the lion’s fingers squeezed and the muscular arm tugged him closer, pressing his nose back into the man’s fur and giving him another breath of musk that left him wondering when the club had gotten so warm and how his pants had suddenly become so tight. The lion’s fur was thick and smooth, but he had some nice muscles underneath it and enough of a belly for his body to feel soft where Ciro’s chest was pressed him. And he was just tall enough for the coyote’s muzzle to tuck easily into the thick mane around his neck.

“Well, I’m heading home anyway.” the lion told him. “I don’t want to go alone.” The arm around Ciro’s back loosened enough that the coyote could slip out of the embrace… something he suddenly wasn’t sure he wanted to do. Grinning despite himself and letting his own hands explore the powerful body pressed against him, Ciro nuzzled the lion’s chest and let out a resigned sigh.

“Well if you’re going anyway...”

“Good boy.” The lion purred, and Ciro felt his face warming all over again as the lion started to lead him toward the exit, keeping his hand firmly pressed against the coyote’s butt and making the canine’s tail curl between his legs as they passed between the curious patrons mingling around the floor. It wasn’t until they were actually outside, and the muggy summer air of the city was making him pant for an entirely different reason than he had been back at the club, that it began to dawn on him that he’d agreed to go home with a guy who hadn’t even given him his name.

“My name is Ciro.” He told the lion. “What should I call you?” The lion glanced down at him and smirked, shrugging casually and gesturing Ciro toward an expensive looking car parked in one of the coveted spots adjacent to the club. The lion took his time in answering, opening the passenger door for Ciro and motioning him onto a luxurious leather seat that his body sank into as he wagged his tail and looked up at the handsome feline above him.

“My name is Samson…” The lion growled with a smile, putting a hand on the outside of the door and grinning down at him. “But you should call me Sir.” The lion added, closing the car door before the coyote could even think of a response.

…

It was about half an hour later, most of it spent on the highway out of town and a quiet back road somewhere in the country, before Samson finally turned into an unlit driveway and parked the vehicle in a lot that Ciro barely got a glimpse of before the lights dimmed. The lion hadn’t said much during the drive, and the coyote had been too nervous after the big cat’s casual dominance to start any conversations of his own.

His sense of anxiety had gotten worse the longer they’d drove, and as they left behind the streets and neighbourhoods that Ciro recognized and headed into an unfamiliar countryside hidden in the darkness. But Samson had only needed one hand for the wheel, and he’d kept the other one busy with the coyote beside him for most of the drive, rubbing between his ears and squeezing his thighs and brushing Ciro’s tail fur. That meant that the coyote wasn’t only nervous as he climbed out of the vehicle and his paws landed on smooth asphalt, it meant that he was aroused too, his pants bulging around his erection as he followed Samson through the gloom toward the enormous shadow he assumed was the lion’s house.

It was only as they got closer, and his eyes adjusted to the darkness, that Ciro started to notice that the yard around the home was ripped by tire tracks and parts of it were buried under stacks of lumber and bulging tarps, and that the silhouette of the roof looked incomplete and jagged. His paw squelched in mud as they stepped off the paved driveway, and he let out a surprised yip and jumped back onto the scuffed wooden boards that were laid across the dirt in a temporary walkway.

“Watch your step pup.” The lion warned, wrapping a paw around his shoulder and tugging him toward a cheerful looking door that seemed conspicuous against the bare wood frame and drywall surrounding it.

“Where are we?” Ciro asked, and blushed at the way the lion’s hand tightened as Samson looked for the right key. The lion’s blue eyes glinted in the darkness as he glanced over at Ciro, but he smiled reassuringly as he opened the door with a shove.

“I told you I was taking you home, they’re just not finished building it for me yet… but the basement’s nearly done.” The lion added as an afterthought, and tugged Ciro into the pitch black interior. For a few seconds he was unable to see anything, though he could smell the lion beside him above the wood and cement and plaster. Then Samson was pulling another door open, and pushing the coyote forward onto a wooden staircase that creaked underneath him as he let the lion guide him down toward the dim light coming from the basement. The door at the bottom of the steps was a lot heavier looking than the outside one had been, and featured heavy bolts that were already thrown back as Samson reached past Ciro and pushed it open.

The lion’s nearly finished basement consisted mostly of concrete, with about half of the walls unpainted and the remainder with their insulation still exposed. The ceiling was drab grey and broken only by a couple of simple lights, and the floor was mostly covered with stacks of building materials and rolls of insulation and plastic sheeting. Neither of the two rooms attached to it had doors, just empty black openings into their unlit interiors. It smelled of mud and plastic in addition to the construction smells from above, and Ciro’s sensitive nose could pick up the scent of bear alongside the lion’s own… probably the last guy who’d been working in the basement.

The air was hot and dry and clean though, and he didn’t have time to comment on the lack of furniture before Samson’s arms were wrapping tightly around his body, playing with the hem of his shirt and pulling it up playfully with the lion’s claws extended enough to scratch him lightly through his fur.

“Hey!” he yelped, laughing nervously at the tickling sensation as the Samson leaned down and nipped at his ears. “You’ll rip the fabric.”

“You’d better take them off then.” Samson growled back, and though it wasn’t easy to get undressed with an impatient lion scratching and licking him Ciro somehow managed to squirm out of his shirt and pants, leaving him standing on the concrete in a pair of boxers tenting around his erection until the lion’s hands tugged those down too. His tail was wagging by the time Samson finished, and he could smell the lion’s arousal as the big cat purred and pushed him across the floor toward one of the dark openings. The coyote felt a brief tinge of alarm as he was pressed away from his pants and the phone inside of them, but his body was just as impatient as Samson seemed to be, and it wasn’t until his foot stepped off of the cement and onto something thicker and rubbery that he realized that the bear smell had gotten stronger.

“I was starten to think you weren’t gonna show… that or you’d got stood up at the club or somethin.” A deep voice boomed behind Ciro, and the light in the room flicked on and left the coyote blinking as he turned around and stared at the source of the voice.

The room Samson had pushed him into was smaller than the other part of the basement, and just as incomplete. It was square shaped and windowless, and although the floor underneath his feet was covered by some sort of rubbery gym matting, about half of it was still bare cement foundation. There was a metal drain set into one corner, a simple faucet built into the wall above it, and a variety of metal brackets studding the concrete walls to either side. A thick chain was hanging loosely from one of them. The thing that immediately caught his eye though, was the leather armchair sitting in one of the room’s corners, and the massive grizzly bear filling it. The leather creaked and shook under him as he stood up, tall enough to look down at Samson with his ears nearly brushing the ceiling, a sagging belly wider than Ciro could have wrapped his arms around pressing down over a short, thick erection and a massive set of balls. The only thing the bear was wearing was an open leather vest, and as he looked down at the coyote with a lewd grin Ciro took a step back and collided with Samson, whose own muscular body was filling the doorway behind him.

“I know how to get what I want. Where are your boys?”

“Aw, they left about an hour ago, said there was no way you’d actually do it.” The bear’s eyes never left Ciro as he spoke. “Their loss I guess.”

Taking his eyes off the bear wasn’t easy, but Ciro risked a glance over his shoulder anyway, to where Samson was casually unbuttoning his shirt and revealing more of the creamy white fur on his chest. His throat felt too dry to speak, and he couldn’t find the words anyway, but he could hear Samson purring as the lion’s shirt fell to the floor.

“Doug here’s my foreman. He’s been under budget and beating the schedule, so I decided to give him and his men a little extra compensation… only it looks like it’s just the three of us.” The lion added with a grin over the coyote’s shoulder. “His crew will have to wait for later.”

“Wait for… you… I didn’t.” Ciro stammered, and his ears flattened as Samson’s hand grabbed the scruff of his neck and shoved his head down, pushing his nose into the lion’s stomach fur and holding it there as the feline clenched his arm around the coyote’s neck in a tight headlock. His eyes widened and he tried to pull away from the sweaty fur his nose was buried into, but Samson held him easily, and his first breath filled his nose with the eye-watering musk of the lion’s body. The display of strength made his hackles rise under the lion’s fingers, but that masculine stink was enough to make his cock twitch as it rubbed against Samson’s jeans, and as he tried to squirm away he left a trail of glistening pre on the smooth denim.

“That’s enough. Your tongue is for my body, not for talking. Now lick…” the lion said, clenching his muscular arm tighter around Ciro’s neck until the coyote let out a whimper of pain. “Because I’m not letting you breathe unless you behave.” Out of the corner of the coyote’s watery eyes he could see the bear stepping closer, and he flinched and shuddered in Samson’s grip as a pair of massive hands closed around his waist, the fingers of each hand nearly able to touch as the bear squeezed his slender body and leaned over him to whisper loudly in the lion’s ear.

“He got some pre on your jeans Sam.”

“He’ll apologize for that later.” Samson purred, and his claws poked into the back of Ciro’s neck. “I’m not feeling any tongue yet.”

The coyote’s lungs were burning, and he could still smell the thick musk even as he tried to hold his breath… even as his arousal warred with a sense of fear that made his heart pound and left his knees weak enough that he might have fallen without the bear holding him up. He couldn’t believe what was happening, but he had a queasy certainty that the lion really would let him suffocate if he didn’t do what the man said. Actually, Samson had never asked Ciro’s permission for anything he’d done that night… even from the beginning, he’d approached the coyote with the absolute certainty that the canine would obey… and now…

Samson’s claws retracted as the coyote’s tongue pressed against the lion’s stomach, the damp sweat burning his tongue as he swept it across the short white fur. The taste made him shudder, but it made his heart race faster too, and he nearly sagged against Samson’s body as the lion loosened his headlock and let him breathe, his nose still pressed against the lion’s body as he panted and shivered. The bear’s hands started tugging at his hips even as he caught his breath, and as he landed on his knees on the squishy padding and blinked the tears away from his eyes the lion’s crotch pressed against his narrow muzzle. His hands shook a bit as he reached up and started to zip down the lion’s fly, but his ears perked up subconsciously at Samson’s approving purr, and he even risked a glance up at the figures that towered over him as he gently pulled down the lion’s jeans.

The lion’s underwear bulged around his erection, damp with pre where Ciro’s fingers grabbed the soft fabric and tugged them down. The erection that flopped forward onto his shoulder was more impressive than the bear’s, if not quite as thick, and the smell of musk and arousal left the coyote’s tail wagging. This time, he didn’t need Samson’s command to press his cool nose against the warm flesh, or to inhale that heady scent and nuzzle the soft fur of the lion’s balls. The coyote still couldn’t believe how quickly things were happening, but he’d been waiting for this moment since the lion had approached him at the club, and he wrapped a hand around his own erection as his lips parted for the head of Samson’s cock.

Then the bear’s fingers curled around his shoulder, clenching painfully and tugging him back at the very instant that Samson started to purr. Letting out a yelp of pain and surprise that was drowned out by the lion’s angry growl, Ciro looked over his shoulder and up at Doug’s stocky body, which had gotten so close that merely turning was enough to make his ears flick against the man’s massive belly.

“Oh no you don’t. You get to suck mine first boy.” The bear grunted, slapping a hand against his cock and edging toward the coyote, who was yanked away by Samson before the bear could stop him.

“You’ll wait your turn.” The lion told him levelly.

“Fuck that. I’ve been waiting in the dark for hours while you sat around your stupid club.” The bear’s cock rubbed against the side of Ciro’s muzzle as he spoke, but Samson had gotten just as close, the lion’s erection dripping pre onto his nose as the tip of it poked against his forehead. “You wait.”

“Do I have to remind you who’s paying you?” The lion growled, pushing Doug and slamming his hips against Ciro’s head in the process. The bear didn’t move though, which meant that the coyote’s head was squished between the two as they growled and the bear stood his ground.

“Fucking this mutt’s face is part of my payment. That was your deal.”

“He’s mine and you’ll fuck him when I choose.” Samson answered, rubbing his cock across the trembling coyote’s face as Doug’s manhood dripped against his shoulder and the bear squeezed even closer to the lion. “Now get to work down there.”

“Yeah, get to work mutt.” The bear agreed, but he didn’t step back and he kept on brushing his dick against the back of Ciro’s head. “And if you don’t suck me first you’re gonna regret it.”

“Not as much as he’ll regret it if he does.” Samson said with a cocky purr. The bear laughed cruelly and thrust against the coyote’s face.

“Oh yes he will.”

Blushing and squirming between the two, the only thing Ciro was sure about was that if they didn’t give him a bit more room he’d end up crushed before he could suck either of them. Closing his eyes and steadying himself against the powerful legs on either side of them, he licked the first cock his muzzle found, and felt his hackles rise as Samson let out a dominant purr of triumph. The lion’s musk tasted familiar and made his erection twitch as he lapped away the sweat and pre from the head of the man’s penis, and the feline’s body shuddered with anticipation as he wrapped his lips around its girth and explored the length of it with his tongue.

“Un-fucking-believable.” Doug snorted behind him, but the bear did step back enough for Ciro to squirm in front of Samson, and as the lion purred the coyote lapped at the underside of his dick and let the smooth, thick head push farther into his muzzle. He’d given oral to big guys before, but the length of Samson’s cock was something else, and he felt his heart race as the lion’s manhood pushed against the opening of his throat and nearly gagged him by sliding inside. He pulled his muzzle back quickly, but not before the lion let out an animalistic grunt and gave an excited little shiver.

It was easier for the coyote to focus on the tip, bobbing up and down and licking away the musky pre that each caress of his tongue brought out. The lion’s breath was coming faster now, his body trembling a little more every time Ciro lowered his head especially far, and the smell and taste and feel was having a similar effect on the coyote. He nearly forgot about Doug as his arousal built, but his ears flicked toward the bear as he started to stroke himself and the grizzly let out an amused chuckle.

The first thrust of the lion’s hips caught him off guard. His tongue was curling around Samson’s dick as the lion’s hips jerked forward, and the head of the man’s cock pressed against the roof of his mouth and slid far enough back to make him cough and flinch. He was a bit more prepared the second time, moving his head back as the lion bucked forward and managing to keep Samson’s cock where he wanted it. The third time, though, the lion’s strong hands were wrapping around the back of his head, and the unyielding fingers held him still as the lion slowly slid into his muzzle, squeezing into the coyote’s throat and making his eyes water as his nose was tickled by the short fur around the man’s crotch. Ciro’s eyes blinked up at Samson as the lion’s fingers clenched into his fur, and he squirmed breathlessly for a few seconds until the lion’s hips shifted away from him and Samson’s dick popped out of his throat and allowed the coyote to inhale a breathful of musky, wonderful air.

The lion’s cock was back before he could exhale, slamming into his throat faster and cutting off a nervous, breathless yelp as Ciro stopped jerking himself off and threw his hands against Samson’s hips. But it didn’t matter that he pushed back, the lion’s eager thrusts kept on coming, fast enough to make him gag and fight for each mouthful of air as the thick erection ploughed into his muzzle. The man’s muscles felt like rock beneath the warm fur of his thighs, the lion casually ignoring the coyote’s struggles and discomfort as he began to hump his face in earnest. It didn’t matter that the coyote whimpered and pushed and that his teeth occasionally brushed against the feline’s manhood, Samson only kept fucking him, slamming his hips forward and leaving the coyote’s nose buried in his crotch fur every time the head of his cock squeezed into Ciro’s throat.

There was pre trickling down toward his stomach now, and the lion’s breathing was a ragged, growling purr of desire that made Ciro’s fur prickle even more than the fact that his head was spinning as his lungs burned and strained for air. By now the man’s cock wasn’t sliding all the way out of his throat with each thrust, the lion was just fucking his face, each jerk of his hips moving him only an inch or two as the coyote’s throat squeezed and clenched and swallowed around him reflexively. He didn’t have enough breath left to whine or beg, and his body was tingling as he struggled to free himself from Samson’s grasp, but the lion paid him no attention, he only growled impatiently as the coyote’s struggles weakened and drool and pre trickled from the sides of his muzzle.

Samson’s arousal took a long time to crest, but when it did Ciro could feel the lion’s body tensing even before the feline let out a roar and the first heavy, sticky load of cum started to slide down the coyote’s straining throat. The warmth pouring into him was enough to make Ciro shudder and start to squirm all over again, and so were the way Samson’s claws dug into his skin and the lion’s cock slammed into his throat over and over, the big cat’s huffing breath becoming more and more strained as he emptied his balls into the coyote and forced him to swallow what felt like an endless, choking flood of cum. His whole body felt weak when the lion finally grunted and staggered back, his dick sliding out of Ciro’s throat and leaving a smear of salty, musky cum on his tongue as the last drops of the lion’s orgasm splattered across the coyote’s heaving muzzle. Then the lion’s hands let go of his head, and Samson shoved him hard enough to leave him sprawling on his back on the floor, gagging and panting and blinking up at the unfinished room as it seemed to spin around him.

He was still gasping when something huge and dark stepped between him and the unadorned ceiling, and as he blinked the tears away from his eyes he realized he was looking up at Doug’s sagging belly and thick erection, and at the heavy balls dangling between the bear’s legs. Those legs rose on either side of him like pillars, and as he squirmed on the floor the worker’s bare feet stomped closer, landing on either side of the coyote’s head and making his nose tingle as their sour, unwashed smell filled his nose.

“Playtime’s over pup.” Doug growled, and as Ciro tried to sit up the bear’s foot moved faster, rising and pressing down onto the coyote’s chest just below his neck. The grizzly’s weight was enough to slam him into the floor with casual ease, and as he yelped and felt his body sink into the thin padding the bear’s toes clenched and scratched through his fur. Doug’s foot was nearly big enough to cover Ciro’s chest, and as the coyote winced and flinched the bear shifted his other foot up behind the canine’s head, pressing down his ears and rubbing the side of his face with his rough, leathery soles. Ciro managed to get his hands around the foot on his chest, but Doug only laughed and let a bit more of his weight squish the coyote against the floor as he tugged at the toes and pushed helplessly against the massive leg.

“Stuck?” Doug asked, and Ciro’s eyes nervously shifted from the foot to the cruel grin on the bear’s face above him. “Am I too heavy for you? Or maybe you just want to feel all my weight.” As the bear spoke Ciro could see his body shifting, and the weight pinning him against the floor grew until his eyes watered and he pushed and struggled, whimpering in pain as the suffocating pressure made his ribs ache and left him gasping for breath. “I might even let you cum before I crush you.”

As he spoke Ciro could see the bear slowly lifting the heel of the foot he still had on the floor, the extra weight driving the air out of Ciro’s lungs as more of the grizzly’s bulk settled onto the coyote’s body. His eyes widened as the bear paused for a second on his toes, panting and wheezing as he struggled to protest, and then Doug’s foot was lifting off the ground and it felt like his body was being squeezed flat. The coyote’s throat clenched as he let out an airless cry, and Doug laughed and bounced a little as the coyote’s lungs throbbed and he choked and struggled weakly. He was almost surprised that he couldn’t hear his ribs cracking under the enormous weight, and the room seemed to darken as his chest heaved uselessly while the bear’s foot dug into his skin.

“No crushing.” Samson growled, as Ciro gasped and shuddered under the bear’s foot he dimly saw the lion walk over and rest a hand on Doug’s shoulder. He could feel the bear flinch as the lion’s claws extended, and even though the grizzly had to be almost twice the big cat’s weight the bear only grunted irritably and lifted his foot off Ciro, who rolled over onto his side with a whine of relief, panting and waiting for his chest to stop heaving. He barely cared that his movement left his head resting on the same foot that had just been crushing him against the floor, or that the smell of the rank foot burned his nose as he gasped in as much air as his aching lungs could hold. “Don’t forget whose toy you’re playing with. Now sit down and behave or I’ll find a new foreman who will.”

“Alright, alright… You’re the boss…” Doug growled, and for a second the two men stared at each other above Ciro, the coyote almost forgotten as Samson smiled and Doug frowned back at him. Finally, the bear gave another annoyed grunt and shoved Ciro’s head off his foot, turning around and stepping toward the chair before the lion’s purring voice stopped him.

“Doug.”

“Yeah? What?”

“I think you should sit somewhere else.”

“What the fuck are you… oh… really?” The grizzly’s voice softened from anger to surprise as he answered, but Ciro ignored him, taking advantage of the fact that the pair were distracted to glance past the lion at where he’d left his pants. Samson had come into the room now, and the doorway was empty. If he hurried, he could probably get out of the room before either of the men standing beside him realized what he was doing. The coyote grinned and almost whimpered at the thought of escaping whatever the two had planned for him, but one of his hands had subconsciously reached down to his crotch too, where his own erection was still just as hard as it had been back in the club, and back when he’d been choking on Samson’s cock while the lion muzzle-fucked him. He wanted to get away… only…

“Roll over.” Doug snapped, and Ciro only had enough time to look toward the bear before the man’s foot was pressed against his shoulder, kicking him easily onto his back with a casual motion and leaving him blinking up at his two tormentors as Samson grinned happily down at him. But it wasn’t the handsome white lion that Ciro was worried about, it was the grizzly, who was throwing a leg over Ciro’s body and squatting down so that his ass blocked the coyote’s view of everything else. He found himself blinking up at a pair of soft cheeks and thighs that were bigger around than his waist, at shaggy fur and a stumpy brown tail raised above the bear’s musky hole, and then Doug’s ass was lowering down on him, leaving him just enough time to start to protest before his mouth was full of sweaty fur and soft flesh was squishing him down against the floor, smothering his complaint and crushing his muzzle into the rank crack between the bear’s legs.

For a few seconds that weight was all that Ciro was aware of. The squeezing pressure of the bear’s cheeks around his muzzle blocked every bit of light, left him choking on the smell of sweat and musk as he tried to squirm away and only managed to force his nose deeper into the bear’s crack until it pressed up against the warm, bare skin of the man’s asshole. His ears were squished against his head, muffling every sound in the basement to indistinct murmurs, and the smell that flooded into him as he tried to breathe nearly made him pass out. Sweat beaded on his forehead and trickled down the back of his head as the heat of Doug’s body set him panting, and still the squeezing bulk lowered onto him, shifting and wiggling until Ciro howled and kicked against the floor.

“Hrrhhn…” The bear’s moan was as much a physical sensation as it was a sound, reverberating through the coyote’s trembling body as Doug’s hand patted him on the belly and scratched the fur on his chest playfully. “He’s comfy for a skinny guy… I might just sit here all night.”

“Can he breathe?” Samson asked mildly, his voice sounding far away as Ciro squirmed and panted underneath the bear’s bulk. He was wondering the same thing himself. The air that tickled his nose smelt so strongly of bear that he had trouble thinking, the weight and warmth of Doug’s body made his head spin and his own pulse race. He was panting, but he couldn’t tell if the way his lungs ached was from the smell or Doug’s weight or actual airlessness. Then he felt a cold trickle of air touch his face as the bear shifted his body a bit, and as he shuddered and whined the bear’s ass squeezed around him and Doug laughed and sat down again.

“What do you think?” the bear’s hand slid further down the coyote’s body, and forced a muffled yelp out of him by wrapping around his cock and giving his erection a few quick, rough pumps. He didn’t need to be able to see to feel the pre that dribbled over the bear’s fingers, or to feel the sense of warm anticipation building inside him as the bear’s fingers stroked him. “Seems fine to me. Hey, bitch.” The grizzly added, punctuating the growl by lightly smacking his hand against Ciro’s balls hard enough to make the coyote’s fur bristle and for him to bite his lip in pain. “If I don’t feel that tongue soon I might get bored up here...”

“That’s not the way to encourage him.” Samson’s voice growled. “Let me get him started.”

Ciro didn’t have to wait long to find out what that meant, because before he’d managed to work out the muffled words something heavy and rough was settling on his stomach where the bear’s hand had been before. Distracted by the weight of the bear, it took him longer than he would have expected to recognize the toes that gently kneaded his panting body and the sharp claws that poked into his fur. It was the lion’s paw, smaller than Doug’s but feeling just as heavy, and as the bear muttered something to Samson the thick toes and massive sole started to press into his belly. Fear and pain made him react at almost the same time, and before the pressure forced the air from his lungs his tongue was already slipping out, lapping up the narrow crack his muzzle was sandwiched in and sliding against the bear’s hole as Doug and Samson laughed at the way he squirmed.

The bear’s sphincter was damp and warm, and as his tongue pressed against it Ciro was relieved to find himself wincing at the taste of sweat instead of something worse. He could feel Doug shift as the coyote’s tongue tickled him, and as he pressed his tongue harder against the tight pucker his face was squeezed by the bear’s clenching rear, nearly smothering him enough to make him stop licking. He forced himself to keep rimming the bear anyway, and after another few laps of his tongue the bear’s body opened for him, his narrow tongue squeezing into the hot, sweaty hole as Doug huffed and shuddered and nearly squashed him as he sat back and forced Ciro’s face harder between his cheeks. The weight on his belly was worse, making every breath an agony as his diaphragm struggled to move under the squeezing bulk. His head started throbbing, and his toes scrabbled against the floor as he kicked and tried to move.

“Rimming… hmmm… pretty good now…” Doug panted, and Ciro could feel that the bear had started to jerk himself off, the grizzly’s body bouncing up and down onto the coyote’s aching face as Doug’s hand pumped and Ciro’s tongue lapped inside of him. “You can get… off…”

“Why?” Samson asked, and Ciro let out a nervous whine as he gasped and licked and shuddered underneath Doug’s body. “I’d rather get on instead.” Pain shot through the coyote’s body as the words reached him, enough to make him stop licking with a horrified, airless howl. The lion’s paw felt like it was driving through his gut, slamming him into the floor and crushing him until he couldn’t think of anything but the weight. Then the other paw was stomping down on his chest, and Ciro’s ribs ached in protest as a couple of hundred pounds settled onto them, the pressure almost a relief as the lion’s other foot lightened. It couldn’t have taken more than a second for Samson to step onto him, but it was enough to make him thrash underneath the brutal men and to leave him whimpering and groaning frantically between Doug’s ass cheeks.

“I thought we… weren’t crushing him?” Doug’s voice rumbled, still ragged with arousal as the bear jerked off. The lion’s response sounded far away to Ciro, barely a whisper compared to the pounding of his heart and the rumble of Doug’s breathing.

“I’m not that heavy.” The lion lied. “And I’ll do whatever I want to my slave.”

What the lion wanted seemed to be to suffocate him, because no matter how hard he gasped or struggled, Ciro’s nose and throat felt dry as they huffed airlessly and the pressure on his body sent pain tingling through his muscles. He’d stopped rimming the bear when the lion had stepped onto him, but now he started to lick the grizzly’s ass again, as fast as he could manage with his head spinning and his body throbbing. If he made Doug cum, maybe the bear would move. If Doug moved, maybe Samson would move too. He should have run for his clothes when he had the chance. He shouldn’t have come home with the lion at all. The coyote’s tongue pressed deep enough into the bear’s hole to make Doug growl, and then the bear reached past where Samson’s paws were squishing his body and the grizzly was closing a hand around Ciro’s dick. Warmth and pressure wrapped around the coyote’s senses like a blanket as the bear started to jerk him off, and even the need to breathe didn’t seem to matter as the suffocating darkness closed in around him.

…

The water that splashed against Ciro’s face was ice cold, and the coyote sat up with a startled yelp as the chilly liquid dripped through his fur and his eyes shot open. He could breathe and move again, and the air that filled his lungs felt cool and dry and soothing as relief flooded his body. The familiar cement walls and the halfway finished floor didn’t take long to turn his relief into fear though, and neither did the smooth white fur of the lion’s hand as it reached down and scratched him playfully under the muzzle. The coyote’s body shuddered as the memories came rushing back to him, bringing with them an awareness of the way his stomach and chest ached and the smell of lion and bear musk that seemed to have settled into his fur.

Samson’s fingers curled around his chin, tilting his head toward the lion’s smug smile and bright blue eyes. He’d gotten dressed again, his clothes looking immaculate despite their time on the basement floor, but Ciro’s body was still naked and sweaty and sticky where cum had matted his fur. He couldn’t see or smell Doug anywhere in the room, and the dim room outside of the one they were in seemed empty too. The chair the bear had been sitting in was gone. So were the coyote’s clothes, and as the coyote shivered and looked nervously up at Samson the lion nodded with understanding.

“You don’t need those anymore. I like you better this way.” The lion grinned at his expression and stood up smoothly as Ciro awkwardly tried to get onto his feet. He only made it halfway before he noticed the weight around his ankle, and his horrified eyes looked down at the gleaming metal cuff and the short chain connecting it to one of the brackets on the wall. There was enough chain to let him wander around the room he was in, but not enough to let him make it all the way to the door; and as he lifted his foot the metal clanked and he found himself staring helplessly at a padlock that would have taken an axe to remove.

Samson had no trouble reaching the door, but he paused there long enough to smile fondly back at Ciro as the stunned coyote sat down on the padded floor and looked up at him.

“You’re not going anywhere now. Oh you don’t need to worry, I’ll have the boys finish your cell before they work on the rest of the house. You’re part of their pay too you know, and once Doug shows them what you can do I’m sure you’ll be very popular. I might even come around to supervise a little myself, and of course, you’ll be seeing me plenty once the place is done.”

Samson’s purr was loud enough for Ciro to hear if from across the room as the lion turned and sauntered away from the cell, flicking off the light and leaving him sitting in the warm darkness alone. The last thing he heard as the lion’s heavy tread started up the stairs was a comment so quiet the coyote wasn’t sure the lion even meant for him to hear it.

“It’s the little things that make a place feel like home…”