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The Lion King: Spanking the Monkey

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by Samadhir

Author’s Note: Many characters in this story are © Disney, and are used without official permission. The author makes no profit from this work.

Gritting his teeth, then closing his eyes, David tilted the nearly full gourd down over his body, letting the slick oil within dribble over his chest, his belly…and lower still. The beautiful blonde twins, Brianna and Rianna, smiled up at the dusky-skinned human boy, as naked as he was, and leaned back as he slowly caressed his hand up and down the length of his stiff erection. If he’d opened his eyes, he might have lost control right then and there, with the sight of the two gorgeous human babes kneeling before him, looking up at him with the light of eagerness in their eyes. His belly was tense, as tense as his buttocks, as he fought desperately to keep control, to endure this ancient tribal ritual.

David would not embarrass himself here. He pledged that to himself silently as he stepped forward, slowly opening his eyes, watching the girls turn onto all-fours, and crawl up onto a large, dark, leather-padded bench of sorts.

As David fought to keep his breathing under control, and with his breath, the rest of his body, all around, looking down on the show from the shallow amphitheater that ringed the high-ceilinged meeting cave, where Pride Rock and its visitors held some of their most important meetings with guests and dignitaries from all over the Pridelands and beyond, Simba was hosting quite an assortment of important people. The Lion King lounged with one arm casually thrown over the shoulder of his beloved mate, Nala, while his other was wrapped around the favorite wife of the zebra delegation. Not that the muscular stallion could object too much, since the Lion King’s own mother, Sarabi, was casually caressing the front of his loincloth, all the while pretending, in proper feline fashion, that she had no idea what her hands were doing, instead focusing her attention down onto the show taking place in the middle of the cave. In fact, everyone’s attention was focused that way, making it the central point of their steadily rising arousal. Arousal that, while fun in itself, had a very practical purpose as well: lubricating diplomatic relations.

Sarabi could be mean at times, and quite devious. But then, she was a lioness, and a most cunning one at that. Busty and quite beautiful despite her steadily-advancing years, the MILF matron of Pride Rock took pride in a great many things, but one of the skills she regarded with the highest consideration was her ability to think of new and interesting ways to amuse her friends and relatives. Amusement that could quite often come at the expense of others.

Especially poor, poor David.

Fighting desperately to keep his heart from pounding too hard, David looked upward as he ran his oil-soaked shaft slowly along Brie’s back, leaving a trail of slick, shiny vegetable oil behind. The stuff had some sort of herbal mix brewed up by Rafiki in it, besides being a fine lubricant in itself, and David was already feeling a strange, arousing burn start to settle through his whole body. All the same, he fought against the urge to simply let himself cum, to find the desperate relief his body cried out for him to accept, as he did all he could not to look down as he felt the supple curves of Brie’s toned, tight tushie beneath the underside of his shaft, even as he turned, straddling her on the leather-covered cushion, letting his penis slip smoothly into the crease of her buns.

Sarabi was the one who’d recruited David for this ritual. She’d had him on the edge of orgasm for days, denied proper sexual relief, while being fed more of Rafiki’s potent potions, the sort intended to enhance virility to superhuman levels. Now, he was expected to perform a traditional rite of manhood, to prove his self-control, his stamina, and his ability to be a master of women, as all good, strong males should be. To wit, he was expected to use his hyper-sensitive penis, which had been priapic for almost two hours straight, since his last soaking in mountain icewater, to coat Brie and Rie’s smooth skin liberally with a sheen of oil…and not a sheen of his cum.

“You’re a wicked woman,” rumbled the massive bull elephant, Maravi, in Sarabi’s direction as he stroked his strong trunk over the back of one of the three young lionesses slowly licking their way up and down his thick-muscled and thick-skinned grey body, each of them carefully avoiding his “lower trunk” for the time being – there would be plenty of time for that later, and Maravi wasn’t the sort to rush things, knowing that there’d be even more fun ahead if he waited.

“It’s one of my best features,” the sultry lioness replied, before leaning down to slip her muzzle beneath the big zebra stallion’s loincloth. “Besides, you can’t say it isn’t a fine show.”

“Too true,” Maravi grunted softly, his fingers digging into the stone of the carved chair where he’d been seated, the pressure of those mighty hands leaving tiny hairline cracks as he watched two of those silly young lionesses kissing each other right before his eyes, while the third moaned, pushing her adorable, heart-shaped bottom up into the caress of his dexterous trunk. “Sometimes I wish elephant cows were like you. But they’re about as wicked as a spring rain.”

“Your girl elephants are just too adorable,” giggled Sarafina from a nearby bench, where she was enjoying the company of a pair of handsome oryx bucks, kissing up and down each side of her neck. “So big and strong, and yet so perfectly gentle to each other, and to their bulls. Mmm,” she stroked one hand down the chest of one oryx, while her other hand caressed the top of the head of the other. “But they’re so delightfully sensuous, too. Angelic whores, I think I’ve heard them called. Isn’t that what ‘houri’ means?”

Maravi’s eyes flicked from the gorgeous lionbabes attending him down to where David was visibly clenching his entire body, his youthful muscles standing out through his supple, glistening skin as he sidled carefully away from Brie, and then behind Rie, keeping his rigid erection constantly in contact with the skin of at least one twin. He had to pause a moment to pour a little more oil over his shaft, then carefully and slowly stroke it into his skin (slowly, of course, to keep from losing control too soon), wavering halfway between the pair, but he somehow managed to keep from losing control…at least for a little while longer.

“Yes,” he agreed with the green-eyed beauty’s words. “Something like that.”

“And that’s one,” said Simba with a smirk, only a few bare moments before David gasped loudly, the twins looking back at him with eager smiles as he started to cum, a streak of white splashing across Rie’s bare back and buttocks – they both so loved to watch the cute human boy’s O-face…as did most of the lions of Pride Rock, for that matter, Simba included. “He lasted quite a while, though; I didn’t think he had it in him.”

“After the stuff Rafiki put in those potions,” Sarabi chuckled, brushing aside the flap of the zebra chieftain’s loincloth, her eyes widening as she nodded in satisfaction at what this revealed, “it won’t be the last. No, not by a very long shot.”

Emphasizing her words, the queen mother stroked her cheek against one side of the stallion’s proud black shaft, one hand resting on the other side, holding it steady while she enjoyed its silky feel. All the lions of Pride Rock simply loved zebracock (again, including Simba), and the poor chieftain often made complaints about the number of his young braves who ended up abducted for days at a time, only to be returned quite spent and ruined for anything more strenuous than light gathering for a week or more while they recovered. A fate he was likely to share in the all-too-near future.

True to Sarabi’s words, David didn’t lose his erection after he got control of his orgasm. Breathing hard, the brown-skinned boy looked up at the watching dignitaries, but none of them seemed inclined to stop him. Maybe he was being allowed a mistake or two? Hopeful, and feeling slightly more in control of himself after his pleasured discharge, David went back to work with a will, oiling up his shaft once more as he scooted slightly up Rie’s back, rolling his hips from side to side as he stroked oil over her lower back, and then the back of her ribcage, then lifted himself slightly, letting him step over Brie’s body and do the same to her.

“You really told him he had to cover both of them with oil?” Sarafina asked Sarabi with a bright twinkle in her eyes as she reached beneath the loincloths of the two handsome oryx bucks, their eyebrows shooting up and jaws dropping as she easily found her desired playthings. Sarafina’s daughter, Nala, had her mouth full at that moment (much to Simba’s delight), preventing her from adding a comment of her own, but her glance at the lovely lioness matron was enough to make her meaning clear.

“Oh, it’s not that harsh a task,” Sarabi tried to brush aside the teasingly accusing looks of her fellow lion queens, blowing hot breath over the heavy sac of the trembling stallion in her clutches, he, like every zebra, so very sensitive, so easily aroused, not at all like the stoic endurance of a powerful lion like Simba. Then she blushed a bit, unable to hold their eyes. “Well…maybe it’s a little difficult,” she admitted. “But he agreed to do it!”

Preventing further questions, Sarabi popped the swollen, leaking head of the zebra stallion into her muzzle, her cheeks almost immediately puffing out to contain it all – like all the males of his kind, the chieftain was big, big enough to give Simba a run for his money. Not far off, Maravis was casually working his fingers into the snug, heavily-leaking clefts of two of the lionesses, making them mew like kittens in arousal, while the third was doing her best to handle the big bull’s massive sac all by herself – a truly monumental task indeed! Before too long, the other two lionesses noticed, turning slightly, then, to Maravi’s wide-eyed amazement, easily turned themselves all the way around, allowing him to continue working his immense fingers into their gushing quims, while they wrapped their hands around his meaty shaft, rubbery-raspy tongues working up and down the heavy length until it glistened.

Speaking of glistening, Brie’s back was sporting a streak of white as well now, the result of poor David’s encounter with her dainty feet. She’d teasingly caught him in the curve of each foot, on the side, where the calluses didn’t get a chance to form, and given him a single, slow stroke. That’s all it took for the overwrought boy to pop his cork a second time, this time actually crying out softly in his sweet, musical tenor. Every eye there (except for Brie and Rie’s, of course, since they were still lying on their fronts) fixed on David, on his face, mouth open, expression almost angelic in the throes of such passion; on his stomach, the smooth washboarding standing out as all the energy of his young body was put into that single moment of pure climax; on his bottom, taut and tense and so very squeezable-looking, even from the makeshift bleachers around the high-ceilinged room. Each and every lioness there couldn’t resist licking her lips, before giving the male before her a good, extra helping of attention.

“Sorry,” Brie apologized sheepishly as she looked over her shoulder at David. “I…um, well, I kinda couldn’t help myself.”

“Neither could I,” David admitted, equally sheepish as he glanced at Sarabi, swallowing nervously at the truly predatory smile she gave him, before she once more took the zebra stallion’s penis down to his medial ring. Since she didn’t stop him, though, David assumed that the ritual of masculine endurance must still be going on, and decided he wouldn’t quit, even if he’d had a few upsets.

“Time to flip over,” he told the girls, leaning back on his haunches as they complied, glancing down at his traitor penis, still fully hard and dripping with arousal, and wondering briefly what sort of long-term effects Rafiki’s potions would have on him.

Probably a permanent erection, he mused, even as he sidled forward on his knees, determined to finish his task. There’s no way I’m getting out of this without some sort of punishment, though, he realized, even as his throbbing shaft settled onto the backs of Rie’s calves, oil and precum dribbling onto her soft skin. Sarabi always has a punishment waiting for when I fail her tasks.

Even knowing that he was doomed, David didn’t feel a sense of real dread, the sort of impending doom that awaited one who failed his queen in a serious way. Instead, he felt his backside ache slightly, knowing perfectly well the predilection of lionesses, and especially Sarabi, to molest his defenseless backside at every opportunity.

Up in the bleachers, one of the oryx bucks cried out, his hips arching upward before Sarafina’s delighted eyes. Nala’s mother simply loved watching others cum, especially males, and her eyes always had such a bright, special light to them when she got to view her favorite event. As the first buck’s pink penis started to soften, she redoubled her efforts on the other one, bending low to better look up at him, before popping his prick into her mouth. The sight of those wide, kittenish green eyes looking up at him, naturally enough, proved too much for the poor male. To his credit, he lasted a good five seconds after Sarafina started bobbing her head, her tufted tail lashing over her supple, upraised rump – that was a good three seconds faster than David had ever managed to last once the cum-hungry lioness really got going!

Maravi arched an eyebrow at the sight of three eager lionesses, each perhaps a third his age, maybe even younger, squeezing his arm-sized erection between their tight-pressed bottoms, while grinding themselves up and down, pushing against each other until he felt himself caught in a tight seal. Heh, these kittens were adorable in the way they tried so hard to please. Of course the big bull elephant could last as long as he wanted with such sweet youngsters as these, but somehow he felt that they’d end up quite disappointed if he didn’t properly shower them in…affection.

Glancing over at Simba, who, with Nala riding him hard, was watching the show going on in the amphitheater below, Maravi grinned at the Lion King, and received and answering grin from both him and his queen in return. Then he looked down at his three eager attendees, chuckling softly as first one and then the other two roared as they began to squirt their girlcum all up and down the length of his monumental grey penis.

“Eager little kittens,” he rumbled with deep affection in his voice, reaching down with both hands and his trunk to start rubbing the trio’s upturned tushies, and then around to their throbbing clitties, his casual, expert skill enough to make them wail loudly in mere moments after he started his play. He’d give them his cum, that he decided promptly…but he’d make them work for it first!

Cumming, of course, was what David was doing. For the fourth time, he thought, if he was counting right. He’d kind of lost track while rubbing his cock between Brie’s breasts, and then Rie’s, losing control…he wasn’t sure where or when, exactly, but he knew that he’d splashed his cum over both of the twins at once, angling his hips to the side at the last moment in a futile attempt to avoid staining their smooth skins with yet another of his orgasms. The effort had only made the mess worse!

How long had this ritual gone on?! David wasn’t sure. He was sure he was almost done, though, for though his balls ached right to the core of his being, he only had the twins’ upper bodies to finish, their necks and faces. He could handle that much. There was no possible way he could fail again!

Right?

David’s resolve failed him, however, just as his penis was hovering right above Brie and Rie’s faces, his concentration suddenly broken by the loud trumpeting of the mighty bull elephant, almost but not completely eclipsing the orgasmic cries of the three teen lionesses who’d been assigned to service the big bull’s needs. Looking up, David saw Maravi gripping his cock in one mammoth hand, turning it from side to side, quite literally hosing down the upturned backsides of the three lionesses, the force of his cum splashing on their tense little pussies enough to send the girls over the edge of orgasm, yowling and clawing the stone of the bleachers beneath them as the mighty bull seemed to effortlessly overwhelm their senses.

This was an unspoken signal, for moments later, the zebra chieftain gave a loud whinny, accompanied by Sarabi’s greedy moan as she hungrily drank down every drop of fresh-squeezed zebrajuice. Almost simultaneously, Nala and Simba roared in unison, Simba filling his queen with what could very easily be yet another heir to his throne.

Turned on, and in the heat of the moment, the twins lifted their mouths, and ran their tongues up David’s aching shaft, base to tip. Looking down, momentary panic in his eyes, there was no way for the poor boy to resist his own final orgasm, joining his cry with those of the others in the high-ceilinged cave.

David was still panting for breath when he felt Sarabi’s hand on his shoulder, and looked up into her wickedly triumphant face. Even in his dazed state, he knew perfectly well that he was in trouble. The sort of trouble that made you whimper in fear, even as your dick rose promptly to attention…well, would have risen to attention, if David’s wasn’t somehow still hard.

“Too bad, dear David,” Sarabi teased the boy, stroking a hand down his chest and tummy, before reaching down with the other hand to squeeze his tush. “It looks as though you failed in completing the ritual properly. Still, you did finish…eventually, so I suppose I won’t be too rough on you.”

All around, David heard the ‘tut-tutting’ of the onlookers, and could see the lustful glee in their faces as they awaited the penalty the queen mother would inflict on her erring subject.

“Ten lashes across your bare buttocks!” Sarabi declared solemnly, slipping something from the thong around her waist – a flogger, David realized with horror, a thick, heavy leather implement just made for delivering a good spanking! “Ten for every one of your orgasms!”

Before the poor boy had any chance to resist, Sarabi was bending him across her knees as she seated herself on the edge of the wide leather couch. He whimpered, looking up at her for mercy, but no mercy was to be shown, as he heard the swish of the leather thongs of the flogger, followed a moment later by the blunt-sounding thwack of its many strands against his upturned tush. A moment later, the sensation of the strike hit his brain, and David couldn’t hold back a squeal like a trapped, desperate piglet as his whole body tensed up, jerking in the unbreakable grip of the dominant queen mother of Pride Rock.

“Your mother is such a wicked woman,” the zebra stallion chuckled, slightly nervously, as he gulped, watching the poor human boy’s bottom rapidly turning a bright beet red under the lavished affections of Sarabi’s spankings.

“Yes she is,” agreed Simba, his erection swiftly returning as he watched the smooth boy squirming and wailing loudly, the sight setting off so many of his predatory instincts…though not the darkest ones, no. After all, for all his squalling, David wasn’t being really hurt. With him bent over her knee, Sarabi couldn’t put the full strength of her arm into each stroke in the first place, and that was even if she’d wanted to cause their beloved human boy any actual damage, which of course she didn’t. David could be such a drama queen sometimes, Simba mused, even as he casually slipped a questing finger into his beloved mate, sharing a toothy smile between them when he found her inner walls quivering and wet and ready for another session of eager lovemaking. “Hmm…perhaps you’d care to join me for a lioness sandwich while we watch the show?” he proposed to the striped chieftain, while Nala emphasized the offer with a seductive wink.

“I…I don’t mind if I do,” the lucky chieftain answered, grinning widely.

“Silly lions,” Maravi murmured with a wide smile as he looked down at the exhausted lionesses cuddled against each other around his feet, and then further, to the boy wailing through his fortieth lashing, the human girls he’d been assigned to cover in oil and had ended up covering in cum as well kneeling beside the couch, watching with wide, eager eyes as they wiggled their adorable pink tushies in near-perfect unison, unwittingly arousing the bull elephant once more. “Always having to make such a production out of sex. Ritual indeed – you set this up just to abuse the poor boy, didn’t you?”

“Of course,” laughed Sarafina, stroking the two bucks back to erection, even as they lay panting before her, trading uncertain looks – could they take all this oversexed and deceptively innocent-looking hottie had to dish out? “After all, it’s all fun and games in the end.”

“David’s end,” laughed Simba.