In Desperate... not so straights
A young Lion abroad for the first time has some money troubles in a Foreign land and gets taken advantage of by some naughty preds... This is part of a story trade I'm doing with my big sweety Tiger buddy Charn...
The original idea for this story came form a little lost Fur who came begging money to get home...
In Desperate... not so straights
Rakvar looked around the massive airport in despair, heading back home from Italy. He got to London and since it was winter, a lot of flights were canceled because of weather. He'd re-booked many, many times, but each new flight was canceled. So he found it possible to get a flight from London, back to the states. After spending a few cold sleepless nights in the airport... every flight being canceled. No money for a hotel... and not even a blanket to sleep under in the airport. Between standing in lines for hours on end... a total time in lines of eighteen plus hours.
The big handsome tawny golden Lion managed to get a flight back to Italy, hoping to stay with the friends he'd been visiting. Instead of living in a cold London air port... waiting for a flight that may never come. But his friends had left town after they had seen him off at the airport. And since he had taken the flight back to Italy... it counted against him. So he needed to buy a new ticket back home... and Rakvar's money had gotten really low. From being stuck in the London airport, from buying things he'd needed to get by pounds are expensive it turned out.
So now the young handsome feline needed six hundred Euro's for a new plane ticket... The young studly Lion checked his wallet and found only two fives... "Fuck what am I goina do now?" He wondered out loud... as he stared into his empty wallet. When a small slender dark furred Rodent looked over at him and smiled...
"Excusie..." The handsome stranger spoke softly, as he looked the big feline over. "I could not help... but to notice..." The little rodent paused to lick his lip's slowly, before continuing. "You are in need of... funds no?"
"No... Errr that is Yes I'm in need of funds." Rakvar answered slowly... wondering where this was going.
"Have you no family with which you might acquire assistance..." The sleek rodent asked as he starred hard at the big felines powerful physique.
"No... not really..." Rakvar answered honestly. "My father disowned me when he found out I was Ga... that I preferred males." He stammered unsure how this foreign male would take the announcement that he was Gay.
"Ahahah..." The little rodent exclaimed smiling widely at the Lion's statement. "You prefer the males..." He exclaimed so loudly it made the young Lion flinch, as a number of passersby looked over at them sharply.
"Errr... I..." Rakvar stammered, gesturing at the sleek little rodent to try and hush him. Even as the big Lion's muzzle burned with embarrassed blush.
" But that is good." The smiling rodent assured him. "For I know just the way for you to earn the funds you need." Rakvar paused, starring at him confused as the little rodent fished around in his inner coat pocket. Wondering if he was about to be propositioned, right there in the middle of the airport. And at the same time, in a strange way excited by the idea of prostituting himself to the handsome foreign male. But it was a small card the rodent pulled out, not his wallet. "You go here... they are always looking for handsome young studs for the show." "In a few hours time... a pretty boy like you..." "Who's willing to do a few private shows..." The Rodent smirked and Rakvar understood that prostitution had came into play after all. "Will have more than enough funds for anything he needs." "Oh there my flight is called... good day to you... and good luck with you currency troubles." The sleek rodent called as he picked up his bag and hurried off, leaving the big Lion starring at the fancy card in his paw.
"Tanto meglio per." Was written in fancy red letters entwined with odd looking flowers. Under that printed in plain black numbers was a street address... Wandering outside the big Lion was instantly assaulted by taxi drivers. Wanting to drive him to his hotel... shoving the card in to a tall equines fist. He asked plain... "Is this enough to get me to this address?" He took out his two fives... to which the equine smiled and nodded taking them before the Lion could protest. Quickly the big Lion was loaded up... and the small Taxi hurdled off. Idly Rakvar wondered why equines always felt they had to drive at break neck speed, finally deciding that they just liked it. In less than five minutes, the taxi rolled to a stop on a rather seedy back street.
Rakvar staggered out of the Taxi which instantly zoomed away. Leaving the confused Lion stumbling along the darkening street towards the neon lit club. A huge grim muzzled Yak bouncer stood at the door, his long shaggy coat swaying in the night wind. "What do you want?" The big Yak snarled roughly in crude Italian... clearly it was not his first language. "You can't afford to go to this place American." The big Yak rumbled as he looked the handsome young Lion over slowly.
"I... Errr..." Rakver fumbled in his pocket and pulled out the card he'd been given. "I was told... that I could make some quick cash..." The handsome young Lion stammered, as the Yak's black lip's pulled back into a leering smile as he saw the card.
"Oh ho!" The big Yak laughed, as he looked the young Lion over more lustfully. "So the young American is willing to sacrifice his male virtue..." "You are a pretty one... you will make lots of money... "Very quickly if you agree to the whole package.
"Errr... yeah thats what I want..." Rakver stammered. "I need lots of money." The young Lion agreed, drawing a dark lewd chuckle from the big Yak.
"Good... good." "Ho ho ho... perhaps after you have satisfied the patrons... Vassily will take you for a ride..." "Yes?" Rakver gulped nervously, but thought that the big Yak was masculinely handsome in a way.
"Uhum yes..." Rakvar agreed weakly as the Yak clapped him on the shoulder as he guided Rakvar into the club.
"Go down this hallway..." He instructed showing the handsome feline to a side corridor. "And through the red door at the end..." "Talk to Tory in the dressing rooms, she'll get you set up." "And bring you in the correct clientèle." The young Lion nodded and turned down the dimly lit side corridor. Wandering down the cold concrete hall, lit only by widely spaced red light bulbs. Rakvar pushed the red door opened and stepped into the warm brightly lit dressing room beyond. Pausing a moment for his brilliant yellow eyes to adjust to the light.
"Pray come in and close the door love..." A husky voice purred, as the handsome young Lion glanced around startled. As a tall broad shouldered roan mare, in a stunning Emerald green dress. Strolling over boldly to the Lion she looked him over, as he stood there uncomfortably. Slowly she circled around him, making Rakvar jump as she clapped a big hand on his firm round ass cheek. Squeezing it playfully as she stepped back around in front of him. "Ammmm heheh..." The big mare... obvious a stallion in drag chuckled lewdly. "So your the new meat... whats your deal sweety?"
"Are you Tory..." "Ahem... my deal?" The nervous young Lion grunted his voice ragged with arousal.
"Yes sweety I'm Tory." "And are you here to show off yer goods... show and rent them out... or show and sale..."
"Errr the whole package I suppose..." "I need a lot of money quickly..." Rakvar explained as the pretty shemale moved over to a clothing rack.
"Ohooooo that will surely get you a lot of money quickly... if your willing to take the loss." The roan grunted, as she turned to eye the Young Lion strangely. "And we always have a list of customers waiting..." "So finding you clients will be easy..." "And Vassily will see to your needs after the act is over." "Hmmmm your American... the clients will like that... and will want a Cowboy I think." Tory snickered, as she took out a costume. That consisted of a leather pouch... Chaps, Gun belt, complete with fake revolvers and a but bowie knife... fringed leather vest and a big Cowboy hat. "Get into those... while I go set up the room and find you the perfect clients..." She trotted sexily to another door, and then paused looking back over her shoulder coyly. "If you need any help getting all of yourself stuffed into that pouch... just whistle." "You know how to whistle don't you... just put your lip's together and blow..." Those slow mobile lip's curled up into a leering smile as she left.
Rakvar shook his head ruefully as he began stripping off his clothes. And pulling on the leather costume Tory had left him. Soon he found out what she had meant... fitting his sheath and balls into that pouch. And tying the draw string around his waist proved troublesome, and was complicated all the more by the fact that he'd put the chaps on first. He'd just slipped the ten gallon hat on his head, and was admiring himself in the mirror. When Tory came back in... pausing to look him over and whistle admiringly. "Ohooo boi... you do like good in that outfit." "You'd have been even more popular, if we'd had time to do the proper promotion." "But as it stands you'll be making us all a nice profit..." "Pretty American bois are very popular... with some of our rich middle eastern clients." "Alright Cowboy come with me..." Tory purred as she lead him out into the hallway and down to a black painted door. Behind that door was a small, but brightly lit stage with a brass strippers pole in the center of it.
"Errr..." Rakvar stammered as he looked back at the big mare awkwardly. "I... I Don't really... I've never actually danced... Ahem." The young Lion stuttered making the big red mare smirk.
"Oh honey... don't worry about that..." "They are not here for your dancing." She assured with a lewd snicker. "They can get plenty of that from the professional dancers up front." She explained with a lewd chuckle.
"Ohoo..." Rakvar chuckled nervously. "Yeah I guess so... huh." The young feline stammered, realizing for the first time what he was doing. Selling his body to total strangers in some far off land... There was a certain thrill to that idea, that instantly made his sheath fatten. The thought was also shocking to the young American who had been raised in the Judo Christian tradition. "I'm a whore." He suddenly exclaimed kind of shocked, but still to proud to call home and ask his family for help.
"Huhuhu..." Tory laughed in that low husky voice that was just so sexy. And then slapped him on that round perfect bubble butt. "Oh sweety... we all are." The Shemale assured softly, as she understood it was his first time. "The trick is to be a very well paid whore..." She chuckled. "And you are..." "Your not only going to make enough for your flight home... but your going to have pockets full of lira." Tory promised watching the big Lion shiver at her words. "And of course a tale to tell all your friend about your grant adventure." Obviously she was use to talking down nervous first timers. And anyway it was not like the young Lion had a lot of options.
"Ummmm well that... that'll be nice." The perpetually strapped for cash Rakvar stammered. As he stepped out onto the stage, and began to limber up.
"I'll send your clients in... in a few minutes hon." Tory purred throatily as she slipped out of the room. Leaving the young feline alone to prepare himself. Idly the handsome Lion wondered what his clients would look like. Hoping that they would be young sexy and well hung. It would make the act of servicing them a lot easier and much more fun. Rakvar was fully stretched now, and getting a bit nervous again. When another door opposite the stage opened, and three tall darkly handsome Jackals clad in long flowing white and black robes came in. One of them was fat and old, but the other two gave Rakvar an instant hard on. 'Maybe this wouldn't be so bad...' The handsome young Lion thought as he stepped back to the pole and began doing a slow grind. As his three clients moved up and took their seats, just in front of the stage.
"Ummmmm yes... show us how you ride that pony Cowboy..." A deep ragged lustful voice called, as he thrust and bucked his hip's obscenely. Doing his best to give the watching Jackals the sexy show they wanted. And it appeared to be working, as slowly one by one they stood up. To unbelt their flowing robes, letting them fall open provocatively. Exposing their musky nether regions to the young feline. Who couldn't help noticing the strong masculine scents as he inhaled deeply from exertion. The soft leather bag that held his genitals had already began to bulge. As his thick organ began to pulse harder and harder within it. First one, and then the other big fuzzy nut dropped out of that buttery soft bouncing leather pouch. Only the sting around his waist keeping it in place, as the Lion pranced and gyrated for his lusty audience. Even as he noticed for the first time the bright red erections of his watchers. Clearly they were enjoying the show, and just as clearly they were growing impatient for more.
So Rakvar began taking it off... first sliding the vest off... And then dancing forwards and inviting them to unbuckle his Gun belt and flapping leather Chaps. The older heavier Jackal stepped forwards undoing the Chaps, but leaving the Gun belt in place. Copping a feel of that buttery soft leather pouch as he did so. Grinning lewdly as he felt how aroused the young Lion was... Even as Rakver danced out of his grasp, and wiggled his hip's seductively. Making those now to loose Chap slither slowly down his sleek muscular thigh's. He just managed to step out of them when they were grabbed and yanked off stage. Left off balance, the young Lion staggered towards the edge of the stage. When a big hot paw on his left butt cheek stopped him, as a grinning Jackal felt up his firm round rump. Even as a second set of paws began fondling his dangling balls and pouch covered erection.
"Hoohoo I think this Cowboy likes the though of joining his horse." The tall darkly handsome Jackal fondling him snickered. As the one fondling his ass cheeks slipped a paw up under the young Lion's tail.
"Is that true Cowboy?" He panted, one finger tip circling around Rakvar's hot anus teasingly. "You want us to turn you into a little rutting pony?" He growled lustfully as the two of them pulled Rakvar closer to the stages edge.
"Ummmm gods yes... make me your little Cowboy rut slut." The handsome young American moaned, as the pouch covering his genitals was suddenly yanked off.
"Hahaha... look at how much this Cowboy wants to be our Steer." The heavier older Jackal laughed as he joined the others in fondling Rakvar's hot junk.
"Well then... get down little slut." The tall sleek Jackal fondling Rakvar's ass ordered, even as he shoved a finger up that hot hole.
"Ohooo!" The young Lion moaned as much in surprise and shock as pleasure. As he suddenly found himself turned, and pushed down onto all fours. Hot tongues assaulted his senses as his tail hole and throbbing shaft were quickly ravished. Looking back over his shoulder he watched as one handsome Jackal licked his quivering tail hole lustfully. While under him a second mouth engulfed his raging erection, suckling powerfully. His ass hanging over the edge of the stage, as the heavy older Jackal moved up behind him. The sleek young male licking his tail hole moved aside, letting the fat older male sink his thick cock into that slimy wet hole.
"Ohohoo fuck!" Rakvar moaned as that big cock split him open and slithered deep into his body. Its pointed tip poking and prodding that magic gland within him, sending the electric thrill of pleasure up his spine.
"Thats right Cowboy... we are going to fuck you like the Steer you are..." The older Jackal panted into his ear, breathlessly as he began rutting solidly in and out. Distracted by that hard cock up his butt, and the hot muzzle on his Cock. Rakvar hardly noticed the tug on his still fastened Gun belt. The sound of that heavy steel blade sliding out of well oiled leather, drown out by his own moaning. He couldn't help but notice the strong smooth fingers tugging down on his fuzzy nut's. Drawing them down... milking them down to the bottom of his sack. For an instant he felt the cold steel, against the hot flesh of his taunt scrotal skin. And then there was a searing hot pain, as that razor sharp edge was drawn violently across.
"AAARGH!" The young Lion roared loudly, even as the big Jackal inside of him howled in pleasure. As his strong anal muscles clamped down vice tight on that thick invading cock.
"Ohooooo yes I love how they draw up... when they are gelded..." The fat Jackal atop him moaned in Ecstasy, as he slammed in and out all the harder and faster. As the young Lion screamed and struggled wildly for a moment, glancing back just in time to see his fluffy sack lifted up. And then his world began to spin wildly... as shock and horror overwhelmed him. Realization of what everyone had been saying, since he had arrived at the club at last dawning on him. His body trembled weakly, and all the strength seem to flood out of it. His upper body collapsing on to the hard stage floor, even as that big bloody bowie knife slides back between his leg's. He felt pain again... but it was distant and muted. The big Jackal on top of him was moaning loudly again... clearly having his orgasm as those anal muscles clamped down savagely again. "Not even a gelding... because geldings at least still have their cocks..." The Jackal atop him chortled, as Rakvar's unfocused eyes came to rest on the long slender feline organ laying beside his muzzle. It was his cock... the realization hit him like a ton of bricks. He'd not just sold his body... he had literally sold his sex organs! "Just a Cow now..." That strained voice panted gloatingly into his ear as lustful thrusts shook his body. The fat sweaty body atop him was lifted away, and a lean harder body took it's place.
What followed he could never quite remember clearly, strong bodies pounding into him... lustful growls of pleasure in his ears. And finally the deep soft voice of Vassily the Yak... praising and congratulating him. And then possibly the biggest cock he'd ever taken thrust up within him... As the big Yak enjoyed his sloppy well fucked hole... laughing and promising to send him home well taken care of...
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"Sir..." "Excuse me sir..." Blearily eyed the young Lion looked up at the pretty young stewardess confused for a moment. Where was he... what was going on... He had been having the oddest dream...
"Ammmmm." Rakvar mumbled as the pretty stewardess smiled down at him.
"I need you to set your seat to it's full and upright position please sir." She explained happily... "We are on our final approach to Hartsfield... we'll be landing in Atlanta in ten minutes."
"Oho... ok." The young Lion stammered pressing the button to ease the seat up. When he felt a twinge of pain between his leg's, glancing down he saw his baggy pants were bulging oddly. Reaching in a pocket he pulled out a paw full of Lira... suddenly the memories came rushing back. Wildly he unbutton the pants he didn't recognize, and torn the zipper down... Starring in horror at his bandaged groin... "Oh my god... it... it wasn't a dream."
FIN