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Yes, Daddy

By Duffin Caprous

Disclaimer: This story involves sexual, violent, or adult situations. Do not read this if you are under the legal age to see pornography in your country. I won't be held responsible if your fragile little minds get warped. Otherwise...enjoy!

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Miles typed away at his keyboard, lifting a paw to run through his shoulder-length headfur. He had been working on a server issue all morning and it was really starting to bug him that he couldn't figure it out. Getting up from his chair, the young lion huffed to himself, picking up a coffee mug from his desk before walking toward the break room. Inside contained the normal items you would find, a coffee machine, fridge, tables chairs, a microwave.

It also contained a brown bear sitting at the break room table, sipping coffee. This was Clint, a 45-year old military vet. The two had a funny rapport. Clint would tell Miles he needed a haircut and Miles would reply with a smart "Yes, Sir!" and a salute. It might seem the lion was mocking his military service, but really the lion admired the man. Clint was intimidating and obviously large, being a bear, but the lion felt like there was something sort of...fatherly about him. He never really had a father growing up. The douchebag had abandoned him and his mother when Miles was 6. He gave the bear a slight wave as he grabbed some more coffee.

"Don't you think it's finally time to get a haircut, Bridgett?" he asked, but lion's cheeks flushing the slightest bit. He cursed his own surname and Clint loved to refer to him by a female's name.

"Oh, yes, Daddy," he replied, only half thinking, in a manner that definitely didn't sound mocking, as it usually did. He blinked to himself, half pouring coffee into his mug. He hadn't...said that. Miles' blush only grew, "Sir! I, uh...meant Sir, haha," he said, not even able to make himself look back at the no doubt utterly offended bear. He cleared his throat, "I, uh...gotta go!"

The lion nearly dropped the mug onto the counter and quickly rushed out of the break room and toward the bathroom. Shutting the door, he founds one of two toilet stalls, slamming it shut and pressing his back to the wall.

"What the fuck....stupid idiot...calling a fucking co-worker Daddy..." Miles muttered to himself, his paws pressed to his face. Imagine if someone had heard him. Hell, what if Clint went to HR? Sure, they had a slightly jokey work relationship, but that was utterly inappropriate.

The lion gasped as he heard the door open and heard a deep, familiar voice, "Miles?"

It was Clint. The bear had followed him! The feline swallowed, meekly replying, "Uh, yeah just....using the bathroom!" he said, trying to sound confident.

He heard the heavy footsteps approach his stall, the bear clearing his throat, "Open the door, Miles."

Gritting his teeth, "W...what? Clint, I'm using the--"

"Open the door, boy!" the voice said firmly, a twinge of a shudder shooting right up the lion's spine. Well, that...feeling was new. With a trembling paw, the lion reached out to unlock the stall door. He soon found the bear stepping inside with him and closing the door. With them so close, the difference in size was more obvious. Miles had always been a bit runty, only about 5 foot 9 inches tall, but Clint was at least six and a half.

"Clint, look, it...I didn't mean....it was an accident--" the lion said, his back against the wall. He stiffened as the bear's paw suddenly pressed to the wall beside his head. He was getting ready to be pummeled by the bear.

"Quiet. I know you're into me," the bear said firmly.

Miles' blush grew quickly, "Wh...what? C-come on..." he replied, his gaze down a little bit as his cheeks turned bright red. He gasped as the paw gripped firmly at his chin, pushing his head upward, forced to meet the bear's gaze.

"I know you are. You think I don't notice the lingering stares...the multiple excuses to pass by my cubicle...making a point to say hello to me every morning even though you don't do that for anyone else here?" the bear said, his fingers squeezing and releasing, as if kneading the boy's chin.

"I'm s...sorry, I didn't..."

"And now this just confirms what I suspected. You're one of those little sissy cats, aren't you?" the bear said with a smirk, causing Miles to blush brightly.

"I...no!" he replied without much other defense.

"Boy, I can read you like a book. I also know you're hard as a rock right now," the bear said, Miles yelping out, the bear's paw pressing right up between his legs, the throbbing lionhood confirming that accusation, "Now...what are we going to do with this knowledge, hmm? It's very clear you need a firm hand to keep you in line."

"I w-what?" the lion asked, the bear's paw just lightly fondling his erection through his slacks, trying to resist the urge to moan.

"So, if I'm not completely wrong about you, just say so and we'll forget the whole thing, but if I'm right all I need from you is a 'Yes, Daddy'" and we'll see about getting you trained proper," the bear said, that paw pulling back, along with his other paw, letting the younger male stand there breathing a bit heavily.

He swallowed nervously, biting his lip, "Wha...what does that....entail?" he asked.

Clint chuckled softly, "Hardly the time nor place to discuss such things, boy. Don't worry, this isn't like you're agreeing to anything yet. Just showing me your interest. Now--"

"Yes, Daddy," Miles said, the words tumbling out before he could stop them, not even letting the bear finish speaking which made the older male chuckle.

"Number one, boy, don't even interrupt me, but that's good. Very good. Now, give me your number. I'm going to text you my address and you will be there promptly at eight o'clock, understood?" the bear said. Miles blushed and nodded his head.

"What was that, boy?" the bear asked firmly.

"Yes, Daddy!" the lion replied with a deep blush. The bear then reached back to unlock the stall door and walked out after Miles provided him with his number. As he stood there in the stall, he soon felt his phone vibrate as a text came with an address. There was no way the lion could have predicted this happening to him that day, but he did finally resolve that server issue.

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Driving down the street, the lion looked at the house numbers. He wondered if he looked suspicious driving slowly with his head dodging around looking at both sides of the street. Finally, 1332 appeared and the lion swallowed nervously, pulling into the driveway. Another car was parked in the driveway, the garage door closed. He nervously approached the front door and knocked on it.

As it opened, a female mare opened and Miles felt his face blush once again, "I'm...I'm sorry, I think I have the wrong house..."

"Hey, Stella, is that. Oh, there you are. You're a couple minutes late, boy, come in," came the voice of Clint. Miles swallowed, the mare smiling in a friendly manner, beckoning him inside.

"Uh, th...thanks?" he replied, walking in to see Clint sitting on the couch. He stood up to approach the lion and mare.

"Miles, this is my wife, Stella," the bear said, wrapping an arm around the horse and hugging at her shoulder.

"Hey! Nice to meetcha," Stella replied with a wave.

"W...wife?" was all Miles could blurt out.

"Hey! Manners, boy. What do you say when you meet someone?" the bear scolded.

"Uh...nice...to meet you, Stella," Miles replied, looking confused.

"Good boy. Stella and I have been married for twenty years now. I think it was about....the ten-year mark when I realized I was into males," Clint said.

"Yes, dear, we're more friends now than anything else. An open marriage if you will," Stella said, patting her husband's paw.

"So, if we go forward with this, you'll likely be seeing her more often, so just know that you would follow her instructions as you would mine," the bear said, "You gay or bi, boy?"

With a gasp, the lion replied without thinking, "G...gay, Daddy?"

"Oh, Clint, he's so adorable," Stella said with a giggle, causing Miles to only blush even more.

"Indeed. And in that case, you and Stella would never need to sexually interact," the bear said, causing even more questions in the lion's mind. If he were bi, would he be told to have sex with the bear's wife?!

"Well, I need to be going, dear, got a date!" the mare announced, grabbing her purse.

"Make sure you at least put a plug in there this time. That damn stallion filled you so much last time, the bed was soaked in the morning," the bear said with a chuckle, Stella lightly smacking him on the shoulder before leaving the bear and lion alone in the house.

All Miles could do was stand there and Clint appraised him with his eyes, "So...want to run yet, boy?"

With a swallow, Miles replied, "Uh...no, Daddy, I just...wasn't expecting..."

"Yes, yes, I understand. I'm surprised you didn't know. I wear a wedding band. But, guess you were too busy looking at my crotch," the bear said with a smirk, to which Miles had no reply other than to blush and look down. Clint led him to sit on the couch, "Now, boy, what is it you're looking for?"

"Looking...for?" he asked in reply.

"Yes, looking for. In a relationship. Now, if you're looking for some lovey dovey romantic shit, I'm not your bear. I'm not really looking to have a boyfriend either. What I am looking for is someone I can mold to be a proper obedient boy for me. So, what are you looking for? What have you fantasized while jerking off you me in bed?" the bear asked while reaching for a glass of what the lion assumed was bourbon. The bear took a sip and looked expectantly at the lion.

Put on the spot, the boy just blushed. He couldn't admit to all the things he'd thought about! How humiliating. He swallowed, opening his muzzle, "Well, uh...I c...I don't really...." He said softly, "It's embarrassing..."

The bear chuckled, watching him a moment, "Okay, well how about we try this. I'll tell you what I plan on doing with you and you say 'Yes, Daddy' to anything you want me to do to you. I want to tie you up in my playroom."

Shuddering, the lion replied with a bright blush, "Y...yes, Daddy."

"Good. I want to train you in the proper way to address your betters and show you what a lower thing you are. This would be the last time you sit on furniture in my house. You'd eat from a bowl on the floor," he said.

"Y-yes, Daddy."

"I want to lock you in a sleepsack and attach a milker to your dick and wring every bit of cum out of you."

"Yes...yes, Daddy."

"I want you bend you over and shove my cock in your ass and claim you."

"Yes, Daddy."

"I want to take you into the bathroom at work and fuck your mouth during my break."

"Yes, Daddy," Miles repeated, the blush growing brightly.

"I want to bring you with my to a sex club and let random males have their way with you."

"Oh g..god....Yes, Daddy."

"I want to humiliate you."

"P....please, yes, Daddy."

"Get up, boy," the bear said firmly, Miles quickly getting to his feet. Clint stood up as well and walked forward, a paw suddenly pressing to the back of the boy's head. Miles gasped, suddenly finding his face mashed to the bear's chest, the scent hitting the lion hard and nearly making him melt, "Here's how this is going to go. If you can manage to follow my instructions tonight, I'm going to make you my boy. You can use a safeword, oyster, and we'll stop, but tonight is just a sample of what I expect, so if you can't handle that, we're not going to work out. And, of course, everything stays here. Understood?"

"Ohhhhh, yes, Daddy..." the lion moaned quietly, his words muffled by the bear's chest.

"Good boy, now get your clothes off. From this point on, the second you walk in this house, you'll remove your close and put them next to the door," the bear said firmly, taking a step back.

The lion's fingers quickly began to unbutton his shirt, exposing a slender, almost girlish torso. The 20-year old lion had always had more of a thing figure. The bear just watched silently as the shirt was removed and soon the pants as well, leaving the lion in only his tented boxer shorts. Those were soon gone as well. Miles had to resist the urge to cover himself as the bear's gaze looked him over.

"Eyes forward. Arms at your side, boy," Clint ordered, the lion doing as he was told with a blush as the bear walked around him. He yelped out, feeling a sharp smack to his exposed ass, fingers then gripping and kneading at it, "Looking forward to getting my dick in there, boy. Those slacks didn't do it justice," he said, making Miles blush. A whimpery moan slipped out as Clint's fingers wrapped around the awfully hard six inches of lioncock between the boy's legs, "What's this? You are, boy?"

"U-uhn, ye...yes, Daddy," he replied, blushing brightly.

"Why are you hard?" Clint asked him.

"Be...because...you're..." he started to say, the embarrassment rising.

"Because I'm what? Touching you? You were hard way before that. Why?"

"U-uhn..." he moaned as the paw began to stroke his length, "Be-because you were...being dominant."

"Ohh, I see, so me being dominant gets you hard, does it?" the bear asked, slowly stroking the lion's cock.

"Ye-yes, Daddy," he replied again, his hips trembling as the bear's paw began to force more pleasure into him.

"Rule number one, boy, you better not cum unless I tell you to. You don't want to see what happens if you disobey that," the bear warned, slowly jerking off the much younger male.

"Oh....oh god, Yes, Daddy....uhn..." Miles moaned as he stood there, already having to try to maintain his composure.

"We're going to my playroom now, boy, and I want you to think very clearly about this," the bear said, tugging his paw back, leaving the lion twitching and throbbing, "I was not joking about you needing a haircut. The first thing I'm going when we get in there is, I'm going to tie you down, I'm going to attach a milker to this little dick of yours and I'm going to shave your head."

Gasping suddenly, the lion looked to the bear. A paw reflexively lifted toward his luxurious headfur, "W...what?"

"Paws at your side, boy!" Clint growled, making Miles snap back to attention, "That's right. Can you handle that, boy? There's no way my property is going to have more hair than I do."

A million throughs rushed through the lion's mind. How would he explain that? It took him years to grow his hair out like this! All that work gone in a matter of seconds? Clint stood there, letting him gather all his thoughts before hearing a timid reply, "Y....yes, Daddy."

"Good boy," the bear said with a soft grin, reaching down to grab the lion's cock and using it as a lead to take the boy from the living room and down the hall to a room which contained all manner of bondage equipment. There was something of a doctor's chair with stirrups. Clint pointed Miles at the chair and the lion nervously sat in it. He gasped, suddenly finding the bear pulling leather straps down around his wrists and setting his feet in the stirrups before buckling them in as well.

"Oh f...fuck..." Miles muttered. He could never have predicted this being the end to his day. Clint walked around, his paw stroking over the boy's chest, belly, and cock. A mirror above showed everything to Miles as Clint presented him with a milking sleeve. The lion had never experienced one of those before, though he'd seen plenty of videos. The lion moaned softly as the lubed-up sleeve fit over his extremely hard cock. Clint walked over to turn it on, the boy suddenly gasping at the sucking sensation, but milker just gripping him.

"There we go, good boy..." Clint said, walking around to the boy's head. Clint's paws lifted up to stroke through the lion's mane, "I'll give you one chance to keep this, boy. If you can last fifteen minutes, you can keep this mess of hair. The second you cum, though, it's all coming off. And if you don't have permission, you're in big trouble. Ready?"

"Y...yes, Daddy," Miles said, heart beating quickly. He could last fifteen minutes....easy!

The bear reached over for the control, turning it on. The milker began to suck and release quickly, sliding up and down that lion cock. Miles gasped out, moaning suddenly. He pulled instinctively at the bindings while feeling the bear's fingers teasingly trailing through his headfur. The milker did its job well, the lion moaning out into the playroom as it sucked up and down just like a muzzle was going down on him. He could do nothing, the feeling orgasm already rushing up without him able to stop it.

"U-uhn....oh fu...oh fuck...I'm..." he moaned, trying to bite his lip hard as the milking continued. Miles felt the fingers of the bear sliding through his long hair, the lion moaning out at the intimate feeling while the milker slid up and down his cock. He was there. He knew he had no choice... "U-uhn, oh f...fuck, Daddy pl...please, may I cum!"

"Shit, boy, didn't even last two minutes. You sure, all this hair's going to be gone as soon as you do," the bear teased, lifting up a shaver. The click and buzz filled the room as Clint turned it on.

"Oh fuck oh fuck, yes! Please, Daddy, please I can't hold--u-uhn....uhnnnnnnnnn!" Miles pleaded, his hips suddenly jerking upward as he lost the battle of wills with his dick. Thick lion cum was sucked up into the milker, his balls drawing in as the orgasm was wringed out of him. He looked up, seeing movement I the mirror as the bear draaaagged the shaver right to the middle of his head. The lion bucked in the chair as the milker continued its torment on his sensitive cock.

"Hold still, boy don't want to cut you," the bear said, but obviously the lion was having trouble obeying. The shaver dragged again, sending gorgeous red lion hair to the floor of the bear's playroom. Each pass sent another large clump to the floor as the milker continued sucking at the softened lioncock. Miles sobbed out, seeing his quickly shaved head, all the way down to the normal length of his fur. He trembled, feeling the shaver pass one last time down and around his ears, removing the last of it. The milker kept going and going and Miles felt that paw sliding over his bare head as the sensation of orgasm soon began to grow again, making Miles moan out.

"Oh f...fuck, Daddy, I...I'm...it's getting me....can I cum?" Miles asked with a moan, the bear not replying to him, "P...please, Daddy! I'm cl...close, I...."

"No, boy," the bear said firmly, suddenly stopping the sensation and yanking the milker off his cock.

Miles gasped, "No, wait! D-daddy, I...nnngggg...." He said, watching as his cock began to twitch, shooting spunk across his slender belly without any sort of stimulation. He panted heavily, head falling back to the chair. It felt so very weird having no hair for the first time.

Clint walked around, "Ready for your punishment for cumming without permission, boy?"

Not knowing what the punishment entailed certainly made it even worse. Miles at least knew better than to complain about how unfair it was that he couldn't help but cum with how good that milker felt. He swallowed, replying softly, "Y...yes, Daddy."

"Good. Five swats to the balls with a crop, I think," the bear said, walking to grab a leather crop from the wall. Walking back over, he gave Miles a moment to think about it before swatting down on the boy's exposed balls with the crop, making him yelp out suddenly, trying to close his legs, "Count."

"Ah! O-one!" the lion cried out, feet wiggling at the stinging pain. The crop came down again, the stinging sharp pain hitting him again, "Two!" Clint again brought the crop down, the pain beginning to build in the boy's nuts, "Oh f...fuck, three!" And then a fourth time, the boy sobbing out, "F-four!" but for the fifth time, the bear lightly rubbed the crop over those sore balls before sharply snapping it down hard. Miles cried out, "Five!" into the playroom as Clint set the crop down, walking over to the lion's side.

"There, there...it's over," Clint said, sort of cradling the boy's head, rubbing his chest, "Good boy, you took the punishment very well, I'm proud of you."

A tinge of pleasure hit the boy's brain as the bear said that, making him blush, "Th...thank you, Daddy."

The paw reached over, fondling those balls to help them feel a bit better, "You're welcome, boy. Now...I think it's time I take what's mine, don't you?" the bear asked rhetorically, his paw dipping down between the lion's balls. Miles gasped softly, feeling the fingers prodding against his tailhole.

"Ah! Ye...yes, Daddy, please!" he replied, heart beating faster. He watched as the bear took a step back, unbuttoning his work shirt to reveal a leather harness across his barrel of a torso. There was certainly fat there, but also a lot of muscle. The bear was powerful, strong. The lion watched as the bear undid his slacks, sliding them down and kicking them off, revealing a leather jock strap.

Seeing the lion's staring, Clint chuckled, "Like what you see, boy?"

"G...god, yes, Daddy..." the boy replied. The bear walked around the lion, stepping over to stand beside his head. A heavy paw gripped at the back of the lion's head, mashing his nose against the bear's crotch.

"Breathe it in, boy. Eventually you'll be able to tell it's me from smell alone," Clint growled. Mile's eyelids fluttered as the strong masculine scent hit his nostrils. A whimper slipped out as well, making the bear smirk. He ground his hips against the feline's face for a few minutes before pulling back and tugging the jock down. Miles' eyes went right for that throbbing bearcock. Clint was thick. Like...cucumber thick. He was not insanely long, probably six and a half, but the thickness what all that tended to matter. Clint whapped the lion in the face a few times, "You'll get acquainted with this plenty, but I can't wait to fuck you, so we're moving right to the main course, boy."

Trembling, pulling weakly at the restraints to continue testing them, the lion watched as the bear walked around him again. He reached out for a pump bottle and squirted a few pumps of lube into his paw. Those fingers slid up between the lion's legs and Miles moaned out suddenly, feeling the cool slickness wiping over his hole before the bear's middle finger sank into his warm depths. The boy's toes splayed out a moment.

"A-ah! Oh f...fuck..." the lion moaned, soon finding a second finger working its way into the feline's tight entrance.

"Mmm, I love how vocal you are, boy," Clint told him, those fingers sliding in and out of the lion's hole slowly, teasingly. Clint reached out once again, this time lifting a condom from a little bowl on a nearby shelf. Miles looked to him, swallowing, "We're using these until you get tested, boy. And from that point on, you'll be tested every month as part of your regular duties, you understand?"

"Y...yes, Daddy," the lion replied, hearing the latex sound of the condom rolling down that thick bear cock.

Clint rumbled out praise to the feline as he lubed his paw up more, sliding it up and down his thick length, "Good boy. Now...hold on, I'm not stopping until its buried up your tail," the bear informed him, stepping up between those legs kept spread and up in the air in the stirrups. Nudging the tip against the boy's hole, he thrust forward, making Miles cry out.

"A-ah! W...wait, hurts!" Miles exclaimed, feeling a burning pain as that extremely thick shaft wedged his hole open, but Clint pushed onward. The boy pulled at the restraints, yelping out, "O-ow, oh fuck!"

Sinking inch after inch into him, the bear growled, feeling the warmth of that slick hole gripping at him. A firm thrust and a grunt forced the rest up into the slightly struggling feline. Holding himself in the lion's ass, Clint rubbed a paw over the boy's chest and belly, "I know it hurts. You'll get used to it, boy...you're going to be ruined for any of the smaller boys from now on. Now, get ready for a pounding, boy."

Shuddering, Miles blushed upon hearing that. The burning pain remained, but with each clench of his ass, it felt good to have that thick bearcock inside him. True to his word, Clint drew back and slammed all of that fat cock back into Miles' ass, the lion crying out again. Drawing back again and roughly slamming into Miles, the bear quickly began to fuck the boy's hole. His paws gripped firmly at the upturned thighs, his belly lewdly slapping against the boy's thighs with each rough, hard thrust. Miles wailed out, his head back, shaking on the chair with the quick, sharp, rough thrusts into him.

"Ohhhhhh fuuuck, Daddy!" Miles cried out, his toes splaying out, legs shaking as that fat cock pounded away inside of him. He gasped, suddenly feeling the fingers of the bear's left paw wrapping around his semi-hard erection, beginning to stroke him quickly, "U-uhn! Uhn, oh god!"

"Yeah, you fucking take that dick, boy...look at you...shaved and tied up like a slut..." Clint growled as he felt that ass clenching more around him. His heavy whaps each time send shivers through the boy's groin.

"Ye..ye...yes, please! I w....want it!" he moaned out into the room, the fingers working his cock so well, bringing him closer and closer to cumming again, "Ah...uhn, D...daddy, c...can I cum, please!"

"Rrrr....no, boy," the bear groaned, his cock thrusting in and out of the tight confines of the lion's ass, "No cumming until I do. Huff...huff....close, boy..." the bear told him as those jackhammering thrusts filled the room with the sounds of sex. Clint suddenly growled out louder and slammed his hips against the boy's ass. His shaft throbbed, shooting his load into the thin latex protection. That paw began to quickly speed up jerking off the lion, "Cum, boy. Cum now."

The order was all Miles needed and he tossed his head back with a loud moan. Despite cumming just a bit before, his ass clenched around the bear's dick and his first shot jetted across his chest, the next hitting his belly, "Hoooo ho oh oh fuuuuck!" he groaned, his hips shaking and jerking against the bear's hips, his toes curled up tightly. The bear kept jerking at the lion who suddenly began to laugh and jerk on the seat, "Ah...ah! Ahahahah, Da...Daddy, sensitive!" he exclaimed, the bear smirking as he kept stroking up and down the spent lioncock, torturing the boy a bit.

"Oh, what's that? I thought you wanted to cum," Clint teased.

"Nohoho, please I did! I did cum!" Miles laughed, his hips trying to escape from the bear's paw.

"Ohh, I didn't realize, boy. Shall I stop?" he asked.

"Ahahaha, yes, Daddy! Please stop!" the lion cried out.

"Oh, that's the wrong answer, boy..." Clint replied firmly, his paw picking up speed, jerking the softening cock up and down quickly. Miles gasped, laughing and whimpering out, his body wriggling all over the place, but unable to escape the paw.

The correct response popped into his head amongst the intense overstimulation, "A-ah, I meant...meant only if yo...you want to, Daddy!"

Smirking, the bear gave a few more strokes before pulling the paw back. With a grunt, he drew his hips back, that cock slowly sliding from the lion's ass, making Miles yelps out at the sudden emptiness.

"There, that's a good boy," the bear praised him, walking around to rub along his chest and belly, smearing the lion's cum into his torso. Looking down at the lion, he continued to stroke him, "How do you feel, boy?"

Breathing heavily, but starting to get himself back under control, the lion took a moment to think, "I...uh...I feel good."

"Mmm hmm, that's good," Clint said, beginning to unbuckle the lion's wrists and ankles from the chair, "Okay, stand up," he said, his strong arms helping the boy to his feet. Miles' legs felt like rubber and the bear helped him back out and to the living room. Gesturing him toward a dog bed on the floor, the lion blushed some, taking a seat in it. Taking a seat on the couch, the bear regarded Miles a bit, "So...that was simply a taste of what's in store for you, boy. I can be quite strict. You will be expected to carry out regular duties as my slave."

The word slave being uttered made the lion tremble on the dog bed. Nodding his head, the lion replied softly, "Yes, Daddy."

Rumbling softly, the bear got up from the couch and went into the kitchen. He soon returned with a glass of water as well as a dog bowl filled with water, which he set before the lion on the floor, making Miles blush brightly. Being quite thirsty, the feline quickly bent down, his tongue lapping rather instinctively at the drink, slurping it up into his mouth.

"You did well tonight, boy. I think I can work you into being a proper boy. I will not push your limits, but I do plan on having you pierced in multiple places as well as a tattoo eventually if you prove yourself. And don't worry it would not be visible with clothing on. Thoughts?" Clint asked, drinking from the glass.

Looking up from the bowl, the lion blushed anew. Piercings? Tattoos? He'd never considered getting those before. He didn't really like pain, but he replied, "Whatever will...make me a better....s-slave, Daddy."

Chuckling, the bear smiled, "There is hope for you yet, boy, now--"

"I'm home!" came the voice of Stella as the front door opened and the mare came in, her dress looking a little bit disheveled. Miles gasped softly, trying to cover his front with his paws.

"Boy. Don't you ever cover yourself. If anyone wants to look at your little dick, you let them," the bear said firmly with a dominant glare. The humiliation caused the lion's sheath to throb once and with a bright blush, his paws went back to relax at his sides.

"Oh, he IS adorable, dear," Stella said, coming up behind the couch. She bent down, kissing the bear on the cheek affectionately, "Did you boys have fun?"

"Oh, indeed. He's quite the willing little toy, aren't you, boy?" Clint asked the lion while the mare looked over to him.

"Ye....yes, Daddy," Mile replied, his blush growing quickly.

"Well, I brought pizza. Is he allowed to have some?" Stella asked, looking to Clint. Miles blushed even further at the prospect that he was now 'allowed' to eat, as if there was an option for him.

"He was quite a good boy tonight, I suppose he can have some before he heads home," Clint rumbled and grunted as he pushed himself up from the couch. Miles moved to stand up from the bed shakily before the bear moved forward toward him, a paw pushing firmly on his shoulder, "Boy, next rule. You do NOT move unless I tell you to. And you certainly don't get up on your feet unless I tell you to. Understood?"

Trembling slightly, the intimidating tone returning, "Yes, Daddy, I'm s-sorry, Daddy."

With a nod, the bear looked back at Stella with a smirk and walked out of the room toward the kitchen. Miles sat there in the dog bed, his blush bright red on his face. He heard the two talking in the kitchen for a short time. Had he been forgotten about? It felt like forever that he was forced to sit there in his new master's living room.

"Boy, crawl in here," came the voice of Clint from the kitchen. Miles only blushed harder, hearing the order.

"I...I'm coming, Daddy," he replied, moving onto all fours, and humiliatingly crawling through the living room and toward where he thought he'd seen the kitchen. Clint and Stella were both sitting at the table and Miles easily saw a couple slices of pizza tosses into a food bowl at the bear's feet. The lion wordlessly approached. He was about to bend down to eat when he remembered he hadn't actually been told he could. He waited, staring down at the food while his stomach growled.

"Good boy, you're learning. Eat. You may use your paws this time," Clint said, reaching down to rub the lion's shaved head like one would a pet. This made the lion blush further, bending down to pick up the pizza and eat from the dog bowl. He had been starving and quickly ate both slices before sitting back on his knees, waiting for his master to finish up. When they were finished, Clint got up from the chair and went into the living room. He soon returned with Miles' clothes, which he set on the kitchen chair, "Stand up, boy."

Obediently, the lion quickly stood up, his legs still just a bit wobbly. He finally was able to look around the kitchen. It was nicely furnished, mostly white appliances and countertops.

"I'm going to grab a shower," Stella informed the two of them and Clint smiled to her, nodding.

Resting his paws on the lion's shoulders, Clint looked at the boy, "Okay, you can relax for a bit. I know tonight was really intense. Did you like it?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy," he replied, feeling a bit euphoric from the experience.

Chuckling softly, the bear nodded his head, "I'm sure you feel that way now, but give it overnight, okay? Consider what you're committing to. Like I said, I want to shape and mold you to my liking. Some of it you will enjoy and some you definitely will not. You will always have a safeword, but I hope that once I determine you think your boundaries are, we can push past them a little at a time to find where they truly lie. That will be difficult for you. So, take the night, take a few days to consider what is waiting for you. I want you to take this..." Clint said, reaching over to a small table near the garage door, pulling a drawer open. Inside was a box, which the bear handed to Miles, saying, "Inside is a collar. It is discreet, so don't worry about anyone at work really noticing. Once you put it on, it will not come off without the key which I have in my possession. If you decide you want to continue this, put it on and I will know. If I don't see you with it on within the next couple of days, we won't speak of this, alright? We can go back to the way things were, no harm, no foul."

Swallowing, the lion took the box almost reverently. He wanted to put it on right then and there, but...the wisdom of the bear's words rang true. He was still probably experiencing all the hormones rushing through his brain. He nodded his head, muttering a soft 'Yes, Daddy' before the bear let him put his clothes back on. Miles left the house, got in his car, and drove back to his place, continually glancing at the box before him on the passenger seat.

Once he got home, the lion got into his apartment and crashed on his couch with a huff, whewing out to himself. He looked to the box and opened it. Inside was what looked like a black circle with two metal ends which would push together and lock with an internal mechanism. He lifted it out of the box, looking it over. Looking at the silvery metal pieces, the boy blushed some, seeing engraved on it 'Property of CS' with an engraved image of a bear's paw beside it. Biting his lip, he again resisted the urge to put it on with there. It was a huge commitment to make, being owned by another male like that. The lion bit his lip and got up to take a shower. The water hitting his head felt so odd without all the hair in the way. He felt his sheath thickening slightly, making him look down in surprise, getting hard at the remembrance of losing his hair. He had expected to be more traumatized by it than he really felt. It maybe helped that Clint had been there to comfort him. The bear may had said he wasn't looking for a lovey dovey romantic relationship, but Clint clearly understood when to care for the feline and that made Miles feel even better about the whole thing. Clint went like....a father. Weird, of course, after having the guy's dick up his ass, but still...

The next day at work, Miles kept his head held high as every co-worker who glanced over at him had a look of surprise. No one had ever seen him without a full head of hair and the completely shaved look made him even unrecognizable by some.

"Whoa, Miles...that's, uh...quite a different look for you," said Janet, one of the account reps at the company.

"Heh, yeah, I just...wanted a change, I guess," Miles said, lifting a paw to run his fingers through hair that was no longer there, a nervous tick he'd have to overcome.

"Well, I think it looks good. And that's a cool necklace, too! Well, I have a meeting, I'll see ya!" she said before bouncing off. Miles blushed a touch at the mention of the 'necklace', his fingers lifting to touch the collar the bear had given to him the night before. It felt heavy, but comfortable. He couldn't wait for his Daddy to see it.