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It was a hot summer afternoon, and as I sat in the lobby of the office of my son's principal. I felt the disgusting with hot sweat rolling down the small of my back through my thick fur, while I absently zoned out listening to the idle hum of the in-wall air conditioner struggling in vain to keep up with the heat. As a husky, my average-sized adult frame shifted uncomfortably in the highly-undersized chair meant primarily for pups and cubs, only emphasized by the little tigress and her mother dressed in what appeared to be a waitress' uniform that sat across from me. I smiled and waved to the cub, a little subtle wiggle of my tail and she giggled playfully before getting called in with her mother by the rather dry older receptionist before me. I had to take the afternoon off to be here, today's entire wage lost and I wouldn't get it back, and I won't lie about being salty about that.

"This is not a voluntary meeting." The message I was left on my voicemail earlier that day had emphasized "Your son is acting out and we need to create a plan for addressing his behavior. Failing to meet with me will result in your son being expelled from our facility, Mr Hill." The voice pressed on. My boy knew that his mother was there one moment and then suddenly she wasn't, and he didn't really grasp why. He'd occasionally cry for her, though I'd done my best to distract him and the incidents lessened as the months had passed or so I'd thought. I'll never tell him she abandoned us for some other guy that made far more than my blue collar job and I ever could. I took construction gigs when and where I could, and as a fairly robust species, I always managed to find hard work that paid fairly well given the field. My boy didn't need for much with me, I paid for the best daycare I could find and he got the best school, clothes, and doctors. He was my little guy, and I loved him more than words could describe.

He was all I had left of her.

"Mr Hill..." the secretary almost coughed, pulling me out of my thoughts abruptly instead of nearly walking near me to obtain it like a more polite one likely would have. "He's ready to see you now." She added, her tone almost sounding agitated by having to even speak to me and I'd catch the tigress and her mother leaving as I stood. I may have been a fairly young dog, having had my boy as soon as my ex-wife and I were legal, but I had my act together despite appearances. I had nearly-destroyed work boots on, covered in paint and putty, and a little bit a tar. Some levis on my legs and wife beater to help keep myself cool while I was working outside in the heat, only just then had I realized that I probably didn't exactly look cleaned up but neither did the waitress with food stains. Certainly the principal would understand that we're working folk and we can't all wear silk ties. "Good afternoon, Mr Hill." The principal announced to me as I entered in a low throaty voice, the door shut behind me presumably by the secretary, indicating my son was for-sure not joining us for this meeting and considering the nature of it I preferred it that way. "Greetings, Mr..? I seem to have forgotten..." I was cut off just as my eyes had fallen on his name plate as I took a seat, making me look foolish asking the most obvious question. "Mr du Pont, from the Delaware du Ponts" he informed boldly as he stood looking away on the far side of the large oak desk and high back chair and straightening out his suit jacket. "Ah... From the... Water filters and such, right? I've seen your stuff on job sites." I informed and my taunt lips eased into more of a smile finding some common ground already. It was an easy, but effective way to make friends.

"Please... Stop talking." He replied flatly, turning around to look at me fiercely and I watched his lips curl back in a snide face of disgust that immediately wiped the smile off mine. "Mr Hill... Y..." I cut him off "You can call me Nick." While smiling warmly, trying my best to turn around the tone of what started out as exceptionally negative. He drew a massive lion paw over the chest of his jacket with a loud deep sigh while straightening his tie, looking down at me with an upturned nose while he paused a moment, making him look like he was straining to merely endure my presence while it lasted. "Right... Mr Hill..." he eased on, ignoring my attempted correction entirely "Your son has been acting out on campus. Being disruptive in his class, being rough with other students... His teachers have brought it to my attention that this behavior appears to be worsening, and it needs to be curbed abruptly... And it appears your manners are no better than his." He almost rumbled out in an agitated growl, and now I knew he was undoubtedly insulting me. I didn't like the way he was talking about my son, and it made my hackles raise and my blood pump faster as he spoke "This is a private school, Mr Hill, and the parents and staff want to ensure the very best learning environment for our students and it appears that means removing you and your son from our school, effective immediately." And there it was out in the open, now the school was trying to abandon us and I hadn't even so much as the opportunity to defend myself or correct any problems.

I had to work to unsink my claws from the leather arms of the heavy wood chair I sat in. "Now wait a minute Sir!" I began defensively "I pay good money for my son to be able to go here, just like everyone else does. I work twice as hard to make the snacks on days he's supposed to bring them and I attend every single event and open house, he always gets good grades and is a fast learner..." I was defending my lovable little guy like any parent would "I don't think you'd know what a fast learner even means." He barked back at me sharply. I can't even express the extent at which I wanted to punch that smug expression of disgust right off his face as my lips curled showing every inch of teeth and my blood boiled "You walk into my office, in a school that has been maintaining the highest caliber for over a hundred years, wearing dirty boots and... that." He scoffed, the name for the type of shirt I had on eluding him completely, only further indicating how out of touch he was with normal people. Obviously he couldn't be troubled to wear such cheap garments "You look like street trash, and we both know neither you, nor your son belong here." The lion finally informed. Sitting down casually on the opposite side of the desk, for the first time his stature was really apparent while his weighty frame made the desk look small, while to me the desk had looked so big and the room fell to a moment of silence. His attention fell absently to the papers on his desk "Get out." He nearly whispered as he began writing, my muzzle agape with shock and confusion.

I couldn't afford to take him to one of the more-expensive schools, and it would add an hour or two each day in driving alone. "Get out!" he looked up, jowls opening wide and imposing as he shouted and again the scale of him seemed suddenly so apparent. For a moment, I felt genuine fear run down my spine. "Mr du Pont..." I pleaded, my voice warbling as the urgency of the situation I'd found myself in spiraled out of control and I could feel the pressure behind my eyes grow and I worked to not blink to keep the tears from falling. "His mother left us, not too long ago... It's just me... I'm trying so hard, and I'm doing everything I possibly can for him. I would do anything for him. He's a good boy and he doesn't deserve to get punished because of his unfaithful mother or I" my voice continued on unsteady as I pleaded as soulfully as I could. His writing slowed to a stop as he looked under his eyebrows at me, his expression thoughtful as he listened. "I... I haven't felt the touch of a woman in over a year now..." I nearly choked on the words as I began spewing a personal confession "I couldn't afford to keep his mother, and some other male could..." I blinked and finally the pressure behind my eyes broke as the tears fell, I cursed at myself in my thoughts for allowing someone to see me so fucking broken and pathetic.

He raises his hands, in a gesture to calm me down. "Okay... Okay." He eased, the ends of his words laced with a near purr that was oddly soothing as he spoke. I could see why he was so good with kids, suddenly. Who didn't love a regal, trustworthy lion with a warm honest voice? "I work until I can't anymore, and then I come home and I take care of him and pay for everything he needs as best I can... And that's all there is... Every day, all day..." my breath started to catch in my throat as I was speaking, trying to pour into a sob as I spoke but I wouldn't let myself sound so broken. "What're you willing to do for him...?" the lion asked lowly from across the desk, and my eyebrows perked as I looked at him curiously. My breaths easing, as the emotion slowly dropped from my throat "Really... What're you willing to do for him?" I was asked once more. "I don't understand... Anything! I'd do anything for my son. Lie, cheat, steal, kill..." I chuckled briefly despite the tears that had just fallen, referencing back to a remarkably old Brady Bunch movie I'd seen, if my memory was correct. The lion raised his hands once more and even he smirked at the reference, a small success I got to enjoy after all of my prior attempts. "Okay, okay... No need to kill anybody..." he paused while staring at me a moment. His eyes fixed on me as he lost himself to thought while leaning back in my chair. We were left to silence and I busied myself listening to the idle hum of an air conditioner, the sound of some kids playing outside in the distance presumably on the jungle gym while I was thinking about how isolated the noise in this room really was, paired with the partially drawn blinds letting light in but not any eyes.

After a period of time spent with those deeply peering eyes drilling holes through my own, the lion would reluctantly pull himself back out of his thoughts. He leaned far back in his chair, as if he were going to kick his legs up on the desk, and instead pushed back putting a fair distance between himself and the desk. I watched as that large regal lion carefully worked open his pants. Vibrant red briefs contrasting his deep navy suit and through the open fly of his pants he'd draw down his briefs to expose his stiffening cock which the briefs had been trying desperately to keep concealed. My eyes widened, and this time I raised my hands as I stood. "Woah woah... That's not what I meant..." I protested immediately "I'm not a fag or anything..." and he chuckled lowly at me, not with me. "I'm not gay... Either." He corrected me in that low rumbling voice "But I'm offering you an opportunity, Nick... Don't do anything stupid..." the broad lion muzzle draws taunt as he grins. I can't stand how cocky that grin looks on him, knowing he was in control of the situation and I was under his orders. "C'mon..." I pleaded "Seriously I'm certain there's another way... I can give you money... I have lots of money... I'll pay for a new wing for the school..." I bartered desperately and he simply remained there giving idle strokes to his swelling cock and the heavy balls that now hung over the edge of the leather chair emphasizing their size. "I don't need your money, dog. Grow up." He informed with that same arrogant tone and the species-insult wasn't entirely lost on me. Watching his tip glisten with pre as it continued to swell, jutting up from him lewdly as it grew.

"Come prove how much you really do love your son... I can make it very, very worth your time Nick... I'm from one of the largest, wealthiest families this country has ever seen. I could change everything for you..." he trailed while his eyes worked over me hungrily. I could watch him follow the fur markings down my stomach before dipping under my pants, the lion spreading his legs wide as if invitingly and while I debated the ability to settle this problem for my sweet and wholly deserving little boy, I decided to do it in spite of my pride. As I moved from where I stood and neared him reluctantly, he'd correct me "Tisk tisk, you heathen... Strip, first." I sighed reluctantly while I kicked off my boots easily and soon after my jeans and tank... Leaving me standing in my Calvin Klein jockstrap "Heh... Leave that on." He informed with amusement and I hurried, just wanting to get this over with so badly. By the time I really looked at him, he'd opened his shirt and jacket exposing the muscular chest and the slight roundness to his stomach which flexed as he leaned so far back. Flexing his hips, making that feline cock look obscenely sized as I knelt between his legs at his instruction and drew my face towards it, the idea of tasting this male's cock making me feel nauseas but I was doing this for my boy. He reached forward, gripping my hair and pulling me forward into his crotch. His grip tight, forcing me forward until my nose was pressed firmly into that gap under his balls. The sweaty musky scent of thick pubic fur flooded my nose and I nearly choked on it. His scent was thick and dank, the stink of virile male balls in its purest form and directly from its source and he purred above me. "Put that tongue to use, dog..." he added and my tongue extended absently, just working to give him whatever he wanted and get this over fast.

He purred as my tongue lapped from his ass up over his taint and bounced his balls over my tongue. They were large, larger than I'd even expected given his size. I hadn't realized how much larger lions were compared to us domestic canines... and only a moment later he was drawing me down on his cock. One of his fingers part my lips and he pulls at my ears until my nose is buried firmly in his crotch. "Watch those teeth, Cujo..." he orders with insult, his tip nearly reaches against the back of my throat. He just grinds into my muzzle before starting to work me up and down his shaft and all the while my tongue is stroking over his tip and barbs with great attention. Occasionally he holds me down on his shaft, letting my long tongue reach further into his retracted sheath to reach what of his cock would never see light.

It isn't long before he has grown so stiff that he's stroking several inches into my throat which is bulging lewdly from him and he doesn't have a care in the world. My muzzle nearly stretched beyond possible, barbs around his tip and base dragging against my throat as his feline cock works to breed the tight passage. I reach up to feel the base of his shaft and that's when I realize there's a knot. A fat, veiny knot with a web of throbbing veins I can feel against digits. He's not entirely a purebred, I realize, or at least not in any ways that matter. His knot swelling more and more and eventually it's trapped in the confines of my muzzle and he purrs louder when that happens. His cock lodged deep in my throat, throbbing, pumping pre into my stomach which is exactly where that tip ends and the lion roars while he cums. Painting my throat with his pleasure as he purred and his hips would rock and grind while he'd jerk and throb. Hips trembling, savoring, giving more and more and he'd seemingly gone on forever. Making me work to carefully draw in sharp inhales at specially timed moments he wasn't trying to force himself even deeper and eventually his barbs relented but he'd have to wait a little longer before his knot too had eased enough to do the same. "Good dog..." he purred, stroking through my hair, and I was licking my lips clean from the mixture of spittle, pre, and cum. I stroked over my stomach, I felt full. Too full. Like having gone to a family barbecue and having ate entirely too much, and I was left with the discomfort as a reminder of what I'd done. His essence was salty, kind of tangy in a way, I guess I can't really describe it correctly but I hadn't any intentions of tasting cum in the future.

I'd never even considered tasting my own...

That's what I had a bitch for...

Had...

"Fuck you... I didn't agree to all of that." I contested angrily to him once I'd regained my breath and wiped my muzzle of the cum and spittle that had dripped down it, the lion still leaning back contentedly in his chair with his cock laying over a thigh lazily. He looked so content with himself, high on the prolonged orgasm I'd just caused him. I felt disgusted with myself as I stood up and moved back towards my clothes. The lion stood, looming over me as he gripped a hand on my shoulder. "You... Don't seem to understand." He growled confidently directly into an ear "You are my property now, and you'll do what I say." He informed and the fearful chill it sent ripped straight down my spine making the fur on the back of my neck stand. He walked around, before stopping by his desk drawer to fetch out his briefcase. "You're going to do anything, and everything I say... Because that's what a slave should do." He informed, and my blood had long-since run cold. His arms reaching over my shoulders, as he fixed a dog muzzle on me kind of like what I'd seen for rabid ferals. He attached a gag to it before he locked it on me, behind my head. The gag was shaped like a cock not terribly unlike his in shape and scale. Pushing into my throat, making every single breath a careful orchestrated work that required I bring my head up and breathe through my nose and often I still choked and gagged on the thing. The taste of his seed in my mouth, making the gag feel entirely too life-like than I'd care for. He was far from done I'd soon discover, adding a collar with spikes and a dog bone tag that said 'bitch' that fit a little too tightly around my neck. A harness was next, than cuffs on each ankle and wrist. My wrists went back behind me, but the ankles got locked in place by a fairly long solid bar he'd obtained from who knows where. Keeping me from being able to close my legs correctly, and he came around my front now, purring idly. "This is the crown jewel..." he commented "Something to train you on good behavior... You need this the most."

It was some metal thing, looked like some kind of cooking thing maybe or something along those lines. He fidgeted with it, the lion's cock twitching, still alive and eager for attention still from the last attention it had received. A moment later he'd pulled my jockstrap down exposing my malehood. A piercing on the tip of my sheath, otherwise fairly average as it remained hidden with just the tapered thick tip exposed. "Good boy... That'll make this easier." He informs and as he lowers the device I realize what it is. I grunt, shaking my head, huffing as I try to get his attention pleadingly and before I can I feel him stuff my bloated sheath into that undersized cock cage and lock it behind my balls to keep it in place. I wasn't even hard right now and it already ached from the constant tight pressure, and every moment I thought about it my cock seemed to strain more and more against the cage until my tip was bulging lewdly out the small open tip and leaking as he raised the jockstrap back up. "Now it's like you don't even have that useless thing anymore... Good boy." He praised "Just that tight little passage of yours, so in need of a real male..." he purred against the back of my neck after walking back around me and I whined so desperately in the moment. In my mind I was just focused on thinking if there was some god, some miracle worker or reader of minds... Please just get me out of this.

After everything I'd been through, whatever he was planning was too much. I wasn't interested, I didn't want it, this was utterly non-consensual. That firm chest and round stomach just barely nudged against my back my upper half fell forward atop the desk with a modest thud. My legs spread wide and my husky tail even when tucked covered essentially nothing and in a moment, he snaps a strap onto the base of my tail to the cuffs behind my back, and my cuffs to the collar. My whines grow and in a sudden gasp are silenced. I feel his cold moist nose graze my most sensitive and private flesh, before that broad rough feline tongue strokes over my virgin entrance making electricity shoot up my spine making it curl. I hear him purr out an amused chuckle as my body tenses and he repeats the gesture, even more accentuating the gesture as he starts low on my taint and works up over my twitching pink flesh and the air catches in my chest making me writhe. Again and again he targets my hole, the tight pert flesh of my ass spread in those massive broad paws and he eats me out as though he was starving. Whiskers grazing places I've never even experienced in college and every ounce of my body is on fire. All while my cock is trying desperately to inflate every inch of its glory and that cage denies even the most remote display of arousal.

My back is curled, flagging the fleshy cheeks of my spread ass while the lion lets his tongue pry open my walls until it's delving inside me for a taste of my most intimate flesh. Occasionally he dips his hands down to stroke between my thighs sensually, and he lets his hand graze my jock and my caged cock inside it just to bring the digit back to his muzzle and lick the hint of pre from me. "Such a good dog..." he praises once more "...You're learning your place quickly... You like this, don't you?" he asks and I writhe while trying to shake my head yes. What he was doing to me is sending pleasure I couldn't even describe rocketing through me and I wanted more! God I wanted more so fucking bad, even if the cock cage wouldn't let me get hard let alone cum. Fuck it felt so good. "Aww good boy..." he purrs against my ass making me shiver, he lets a digit inside me and pushes down targeting my prostate which causes my toes to curl and my mind to go blank and my pupils to dilate behind tightly closed lids. He starts finger fucking in earnest, opening me up with another digit, letting my walls slowly blossom open up for him until he's spreading two digits and is sufficiently convinced that I'm stretched out enough and my cock is leaking pre so intensely it's dripping down from my jock and smearing against the side of his desk as I thrash and whine pleadingly.

"Beg for it..." he instructs "Let me hear my good bitch beg to be bred by a proper, superior male..." and at this point I'd do anything for more of the mind numbing pleasure he was flooding me with. I whine, back arching, arms restrained while flagging for him pleadingly and whining just as loud as I possibly can. He draws his digits back, using them to align his tip to paint my entrance with a few jets of his copious pre and finally pressing the obscenely thick tip of that tapered lion cock into me. Leaning over my back with his full weight, pushing those pre-covered digits in next to the hybrid-lion cock in my muzzle to ensure I could still taste nothing but his essence and in the process he shifts himself forward. His hips suddenly closing the gap between him and my ass and in a split second he's hilted up to the base of that fat knot with my flesh yawning wide trying to accept all of his girth amid the wild spasms of a suddenly very-much-so no-longer-virgin entrance.

The lion purrs against the back of my neck, giving a firm bite at the flesh between my neck and shoulder just because he can and finally leaning back to begin more meaningful thrusts into my immobilized body. His thrusts are deep, firm, and slow. As if slowly starting a high horsepower diesel engine in winter his hips slowly build both momentum and force and he won't let me just enjoy the thorough fucking he's giving me. He's not satisfied unless I'm properly stroking his ego, not unless he can feel my submission to him and the way he's making me ache so painfully for more I can think of nothing else. "Such a good, breeding bitch..." he strokes along my side admiringly "You're going to look so good full of my cubs like you belong..." he teases and I can't stand that the continued humiliation is making me grow nearer to orgasm in spite of my cock being unable to even get hard... I was nearing an orgasm simply from the thorough, deep breeding he was giving me and I was so desperate for it I couldn't think of anything else but his cock tied deep inside me unloading his seed. My mind is fixating on how powerful his legs were as they collided bluntly with mine against that large and heavy, unyielding desk ensuring I'd be ready for the next thrust and the one after from those powerful muscled legs. I could think of nothing but the sound of his dominant thrusts colliding with my body lewdly and the sensation of his massive virile balls slapping between my thighs, paired with that deep rumbling pleasured growl passively boasting just how much more of a male he was then I.

"You'd love that, wouldn't you? Me fucking that tight cunt of yours full of my offspring incessantly..." he'd purr lowly into an ear, and between my flagged ass and the whines coming from my muzzle still laden with his cum, I can't pleadingly agree loud enough.

Whining to him, legs flexing trying to align myself just a tiny bit better for him and that's when I've realized just how well he's absolutely and utterly destroyed me as a male. "You love being my bitch to breed, hmm? You just love me showing you what it feels like to be properly bred... Treated like the bitch you know you are...?" all while my whines are loud and sharp, groaning out unbridled pleasure he was sawing deeply into me and I can feel him gaining more room ever-so slightly with each thrust. That obscenely thick knot getting a little bit closer to being lodged deep inside me each time his thighs collided with me, nearly bruising me with the force of him. Large lion claws digging into my hips occasionally or using my harness for leverage. "Well you're mine... And I'm going to breed every hole of yours, just like they should be, filled with my cum... I can feel your cunt twitching... I can feel how badly you need this" His hips pull back and in a sudden moment I feel him several more inches as he sinks so much deeper into me. Hilting all of himself into me finally, that knot locking so deeply inside me it's like I can feel his cock lacing his seed straight into my stomach all over again. Hot cum flowing like a torrent into me in thick jets, reduced to nothing but motionless panting and we simply remain frozen there for a good long while as he dumps every ounce he has to give me. I swear I can feel him filling my stomach, making me ache and feel uncomfortable from the pressure in my stomach as it hangs and pushes against my thighs from it's girth. That's when I feel another cock tip push against my entrance. I can only just look over my shoulder suddenly with wide fearful eyes and I see that vicious, predatory, absolutely-dominant smirk cross his lips as if a feral lion descending on a helpless gazelle while he pushes that unbearably thick tool into me and I finally realize what he's really done.

He'd tricked me, having thoroughly fucked me and then tied with me with a toy. Able to cum through it into me somehow and now that he'd come down from it he'd enjoy breaking that recently-virgin passage all over a second time. He'd filled me so full of an inflatable knotted toy shaped just like him that I couldn't think of anything but the pressure on my prostate and now he savored the amplified tightness inside of me as he pressed in yet again. "My god... You've the tightest pussy... Such a good girl..." and my entire body thrashed in vain as he rutted me all over again forcing me to stretch so much more than I thought I could. That obscenely thick inflated knot tied so deep and now being pushed aside by the lion starting again. "Mmm!?" I nearly screamed, my toes curling and I came. I came so violently I saw stars and I just came more and more as he rutted me viciously, my own forfeited seed cascading down from that unbearably tight cage and I could feel every muscle in my body spasming. That large powerful lion pulled my body up and back against his chest, one of my legs raised to help ease even the slightest amount of pressure inside me from the stretching I was receiving from those two fat dicks shoved so deep into me while he stroked over my now bloated stomach with a hand, moving his attention to push my leg down and make sure I felt every hot throbbing inch of his cock inside me.

"I can feel your cunt milking my cock, you want it so bad..." he purred in such a calm, dominant tone while those thrusts still yet only grew. The slap of his weighty balls unobstructed against my upper inner thighs and my own locked orbs and still I was cumming while he forced my orgasm to persist. My cock was kept soft and somehow I was still cumming so hard I couldn't even produce complete thoughts while the thick knotted cock stretched me more and more. He began using my smaller stature to his advantage as leverage to thrust more forcefully. I lost track of how many orgasms he'd forced out of me, purring into my neck between those occasional bites and teasing me with "You're already so, so full of my cubs..." as he rutted more into me and at some point I'd realized amid his vicious thrusting he'd actually lodged that obscenely fat knot in and began lacing so much more of his seed into me all over again. My ass, virgin just prior to arriving, now stretched viciously and yawning around not just one but two obscenely thick cocks making my entire body shake with pleasure and pain. The virile lion keeping himself inside me now, just grinding as he allowed himself to move seamlessly from a long second orgasm into a highly potent and even longer third before his arousal even showed hints of slowing and I could feel the taunt stomach I'd arrived with now appearing lewdly distended with everything he'd given me from those massive golden potent orbs. I hated him, how ridiculously pregnant he'd made me look now as I now took in the fourth orgasm from that virile, potent example of a dominant true male.

His body was sweaty and I could smell the powerful, earthy, virile scent of his sex clearly. I could smell nothing but his sweat and pleasure and seed, all over me and every person I'd cross for days and days would know what he'd done to me. Coating me inside and out with his dominance and I could still feel my insides spasming, trying to milk his cock of anything it might still have left and my cock still jerking harshly trying to forfeit more of my cum in spite of my having absolutely nothing left to give from my balls which were now so empty they ached in an entirely new manner. He would draw himself out slowly once his knot had eased from the almost painfully-stiff state it had previously been in, and that was after he deflated the toy and finishing by pulling up rather harshly on my tail. A sensation that hurt terribly while he purred proudly, making my achingly sore entrance spasm down like a vice as he'd inform flatly "Gotta keep my gift inside you, my breeding bitch, you'll find it's more valuable than gold..." he pauses "Unlike your own." he humiliated me just a little more with a throaty chuckle before slipping away. The lion stripped me of the spreader bar first, the cuffs and other toys to follow, until I was in only the cock cage and collar panting and leaning partially over the desk to keep myself upright while so weak in the knees I could hardly move. I watched him lean down and pick up my shirt from the floor, a momentary glimpse of the muscular lion rear and using my shirt to wipe off his cock and then his desk, then leaving it over my shoulder and proceeding to get dressed so incredibly casually.

"What..." I had to work to ask without whining like a bitch "...What about this stuff?" I inquired amid my continued but slowing panting, flicking the collar tag with my index finger and just glancing down at my jock and the cum-stained underwear, thinking of that tight cage all while I could feel his cum now dripping down my thighs in excess.

"Surely you aren't foolish enough to think that fulfills the entirety of your end of the bargain." He informed me in a matter of fact type of tone and a raised eyebrow "It will serve as reminder of your place, and who you belong to now, should you forget." and as much as I felt rage building in my stomach, I felt my still-twitching cock ache all over again in it's confines. The lion's eyes drop to my cum-stained jockstrap and the concealed cage within while he'd smirk, smug and proud, returning to work on the papers atop his desk as he murmured the double entendre "Can't let you get off that easily."

I sighed and began getting dressed once more as he worked, having already accepted the fate I'd seemingly sealed.

I would say I felt dread at what he had in store for me in the future, but there was an odd sense of excitement.

It was then that I'd noticed the portrait standing proudly on his desk.

Smiling smugly was the lion and his beautiful wife, adorning a stomach he'd made as round as mine.

It was my ex-wife.