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A Gay Lion King Parody

Chapter 9: Abusing Privilege

Sponsored by Johnzaloog

By Draconicon

Two days after the incident at the Elephant Graveyard, and not only had Simba been forbidden from leaving Pride Rock, but he had been thrown back into training with such vengeance that he almost wondered if it was some sort of punishment. The prince ducked the punches that Naka was throwing at him as best he could, but his bodyguard and once-lover was so fast that it was almost impossible to avoid a few glancing blows. Particularly when Naka started to really amp it up, pushing harder than usual, almost like he was afraid or something.

I don't get it. I thought we had fun. I mean, it was rough, yeah, but -

Simba coughed as one of the blows caught him right in the gut, knocking him off his feet and sending him flying backwards a few paces. He hit the rock hard, gasping for breath and rolling on his side.

"Mmmph...ah...ah..."

Naka had come chasing after, the other male holding his arm up for the finishing blow, but then -

"Stop."

Sakabi. Naka stopped as soon as the word echoed out over the pair of them, freezing in place for a second or two before slowly bringing his hand back down. Simba was still catching his breath from the hard blow, still sucking air as his bodyguard pulled back a step or two, moving towards the far side of their little practice square.

Hard...so hard...

"Are you alright, my Prince?" Sakabi asked, kneeling down beside him.

"I...I will be."

"Good. Take a moment."

"Mmmph..."

"Naka."

"Sorry, Sakabi," the prince's bodyguard muttered, looking down and away.

"This is training. That does not mean that you go all out like that. And you do not take it that far."

The royal heir groaned under his breath as he managed to roll onto all fours. It took some effort, though, and his stomach definitely felt bruised compared to what it had been a few moments ago. That had been one hell of a punch.

I think I miss the sexy training...

Ever since they had shifted from the sex-fight training that Sakabi had been trying to teach them back to the standard fighting, Naka had changed. His bodyguard had gone from restraining himself and just being competitive to going all-out. It was one thing to try and show off, but he was getting his ass kicked on the regular now, and it wasn't just Naka trying to train him, either. This wasn't the first time that Sakabi had had to pull the other lion back, to berate him.

Simba looked at his friend out of the corner of his eye, trying to figure it out. It was like Naka had changed since their...well, since the encounter with the hyenas, and not in a good way. Every time that they came up against each other, Naka started out okay, but the training turned into this almost rabidly aggressive offense that pushed him as far from the other lion as could be managed.

It had to be fear, or something. Or...or maybe the hyenas did something?

No way. I was the one doing the fucking the whole time. There was no way that they could have done something without me noticing.

Except that they had done the treaty.

No, I did that. I...I must have.

Simba shook his head, taking one more deep breath before getting to his feet. He set himself with his hands up again, shifting his position a little to try and avoid giving Naka quite so many openings.

"I think I'm ready."

"...Naka?" Sakabi asked.

"I'm ready."

"To train. Not to kill."

"...I'm sorry."

"Control yourselves. If you can't, then I will have to find someone new to train with the Prince."

"...Yes, Sakabi."

Simba nodded. This time, he was going to wait it out. This time, he'd let Naka come to him. This time -

It was a kick this time, and Simba almost surprised himself by leaning his head to the side and letting it go past. He pushed his arms up from beneath, throwing Naka up and over, but rather than just letting his bodyguard hit the ground, he followed the other lion down. Lean body on lean body, chest to back, and -

"Get off me!"

Naka tried to throw him off, but Simba had leverage this time. He pressed down, holding the other lion by the shoulders, his knees pressing against the inside of Naka's thighs, pushing them out. The move brought his cock right up against the other lion's ass, and almost on instinct, he started grinding, thrusting between the cheeks.

Just like that, Naka gasped, one last buck before he started going quiet. Simba could almost feel something else happening, some warmth, some...some tension that was flowing between them -

"Simba."

And just like that, it was broken again. They were forced apart, Sakabi pulling him upright and back a few paces. Simba groaned, rubbing his forehead, feeling his cock rising between his legs from that last move. It had been...well, not intense, or that strong, but enough to pull at a memory.

What...what is that?

It was coming up again and again. Even when he was on his own, touching himself, he felt almost like there was this weird shadow that rolled across his mind. Every fantasy turned into something rough, something that involved him taking control, him taking someone else and reminding them that he was...that he was the Prince...and they had to do what he told them.

"Simba. My Prince."

The words drew him out again, and he looked up at Sakabi. The muscular, round-hipped hunter that -

No. No. His father owned Sakabi. He didn't. His father, the King.

His father.

Simba's lips twisted slightly, but after that, he felt normal again. The shadow faded as he looked back at Naka, who was...shivering?

"...Are you okay?" Simba asked.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you -"

"I'm fine," the other lion insisted.

Quite obviously, he wasn't, but from the looks Sakabi was giving them, training had to continue. Simba shook his head, started to set himself once more -

"My Prince, I must ask you not to do that again," Sakabi said.

"...Why?"

"It is not that sort of training today."

"But that's what -"

"It doesn't matter how the hyenas fight, or how others in the Pridelands fight. What matters is that this is how you are being trained to fight right now."

"...I'm being trained to just take it, then?" he asked, gesturing at Naka. "I can't win against that. I'm not good enough."

"Then become good enough, my Prince," Sakabi said. "I know that you can."

Well, I think you're the only one here that believes that, Simba thought as he looked back at his bodyguard. Naka was already tensing up, muscles rippling along his arms and legs, almost twitching from how tight they were. He could already tell that his bodyguard was going to try another kick that would turn into a punch, but it wasn't the predicting that was the problem. It was being fast enough and strong enough to do a damn thing about it.

"Begin."

And just like that, the kick and the punch came. He managed to block the first with his leg, but the punch came just under his guard, catching him above the stomach and below the ribs. His air came whooshing past his lungs, but Naka didn't let up. He kept pushing, and in the split seconds between when Simba was getting pummeled and the next blow was winding up, the heir saw something in Naka's eyes.

Fear.

Fear of him.

Ugh...well...fine. Let's give you something to be afraid of.

The next time a punch came his way, he spun along it, avoiding it by sliding up Naka's arm. He grabbed it from behind, holding the other lion by the shoulder, and spun him. They were soon face to face, too close to punch or kick. Simba's erection ground against Naka's crotch, catching the smaller cock and encouraging it to rise.

As soon as they were that close, he could feel that darkness rise, the urge to take and hold. His hands slid up Naka's chest, finding his nipples, and he pinched. Not hard, but enough to really send a spark of sensation through the other lion.

Naka gasped, pulled back, and Simba did the same, getting some ground. He managed to put on a bit of a smirk.

"What's the matter? Can't take being too close?"

"Hmmph. I'll pin you again soon."

"Try it."

It was bait, Simba realized a split second later, and Naka took it. As long as the other lion was close, he had better options. And they were moving so fast that Sakabi wouldn't be able to tell if he cheated a little bit.

They slid against each other, grinding and pressing and trying to get handholds. For all that Simba was better like this, he still had to fight hard to keep anything that he got. Naka was as slippery as a snake, and twice as fast, but Simba knew where to strike. He could almost smell the weak spots, knowing where to bring his fingers and claws and -

"Heh, missing the feeling of my cock in your ass yet?" he said, without even thinking about it.

Naka lost control, lashing out with fists and feet. Yet, for all their speed and power, they were not as accurate as before. Simba managed to grab one leg, spinning Naka around, and he threw the other lion to the ground. He brought his foot down, pinning the other lion's cock to his belly.

There was a warmth there, a heat between his sole and that shaft. Naka shivered, and he could feel the hardness surging, a need that was slowly growing stronger the more that they fought, the more that Simba teased.

"Hey, looks like I'm getting it."

"Get off of me."

"Say that later..."

The blush on Naka's cheeks was just...everything that he wanted, he realized. That power, that strength that came from domination, from taking what he wanted, from making his own rules: it was embodied in taking his bodyguard's strength, in being the stronger one for a change.

I need this. I really, really need this.

They split again before Sakabi could step in, and Naka tried to get some distance, pulling back. Fear was still there in those eyes, but it warred with arousal. Simba could feel his cock throbbing between his legs, his own need starting to drive him, to push him to do things that perhaps he shouldn't.

Risky, but...fun...

The lion prince darted forward, and this time, he was blatant. He grabbed Naka's hips, groped his ass -

And almost immediately found himself flying through the air. Head over heels, a tight grip on his wrist. He slammed into the stone, a foot on the top of his spine, hands pulling hard on his arm, and claws digging into the base of his neck.

"Ah - AGH!"

"Naka! Stop!"

The pressure didn't stop. Naka was pulling, squeezing, dragging -

"STOP!"

And then it stopped. Simba gasped as his arm was released, falling to the stone. The pain lingered, but the pulling, the straining was done. He rolled onto his back, staring at his 'mother' pulling Naka off of him, at the frenzied look on Naka's face.

What...why...

"No more...no more...no more...not again..." Naka was mumbling.

Not again?

But...they'd both enjoyed it at the Graveyard. He knew that they had. They'd gone further than before, yeah, but he'd seen Naka cum from all the pleasure that they shared together. He'd seen his bodyguard give in, enjoying being put in his place. The power of domination, the pleasure of it, should have been enough this time, too. Why wasn't it enough? Why wasn't it making Naka want it again?

Or maybe...

He glanced down, saw that the other lion was hard. Yes, he was enjoying it. He had been getting into it. Why didn't he want more?

Why had he tried to break his arm?

Because Naka had, Simba realized, rubbing his shoulder. The bones were tender, and he could feel that his arm had come within a hairs-breadth of being pulled right out of the socket. After that, it would have been easy to do even more damage, perhaps to the point of never being able to use the arm again.

As he prodded his armpit, he saw that Naka was slowly coming out of the fit that he had fallen into. Sakabi had to hold Simba's bodyguard, gently rubbing the other lion's back, helping him slowly come down from everything.

"Alright. Alright. I think that's enough training for the day," Sakabi said. "Simba. Back to the den."

"...Why?" he asked, sitting up. "I'm not done yet."

"Yes, you are."

"Says who?"

"I say so, and that's enough."

"You're not the King. You're not even a Prince."

"I'm his chosen and -"

"Right. His chosen slut. Like that means anything."

Simba said it without thinking, and both he and Sakabi gasped at the same time. Yet, even as his father's chosen favorite looked down at him with surprise and hurt, he couldn't bring himself to take it back. It was the truth, after all. Sakabi's only power came from the King, and the fact that the lion's body pleased the lord of the Pridelands. If there wasn't that sort of erotic connection, then Sakabi would have no power whatsoever.

"Simba...did you just..."

"...I'm going for a walk."

"You're forbidden."

"I don't care."

He got to his feet, shaking his head as he walked out of the training square that they'd set up on the part of Pride Rock that looked over the savannah. He needed to get out of here, be away from the Pride for a while.

Simba told himself that it was because he needed to clear his head, that he needed to stop being held back by what they were saying, what they were afraid of. He didn't want to admit that he felt horrible for saying that to his 'mom'.

"Simba! Get back here!"

Ignoring Sakabi, he hopped down to the path leading down to the grassland. He half-expected his father's favorite to follow him, to try and grab him and slow him down, at least, or to order the hunters to go after him.

None of it did. He was the Prince, after all, and he had his own power.

Naka took nearly ten minutes to stop shaking, and when he did, he felt ashamed. This was his fault. His fault that Simba went running off, his fault that the Prince had gotten out of control.

You are supposed to help him maintain control. You are supposed to be that bedrock for him. You're not just his protector, not just his friend. You're the one that makes sure that he doesn't lose it...you protect him even against himself...

Instead, Naka had been too focused on what had happened in the Graveyard. Every time that he remembered how good it felt being on the bottom, he freaked out, and he lashed out. He hadn't meant to take it that far, not even once, but it was like some fear took hold of him, trying to protect him from going through that again.

Even though it felt good...

Naka shook his head as he leaned back against the side of Pride Rock, staring forward as Sakabi watched Simba run off. He wanted to run after Simba, wanted to be the bodyguard that he was supposed to be, but after that...

He still remembered how he had been rutted, fucked, used by the Prince back at the Graveyard, and worse, he remembered how his body had been so eager for more of it. There had to be some spell, some trick that the hyenas had used that Rafiki hadn't been able to find yet, something that weakened him, that made him stupid. He wasn't...he had never been a bottom like that. A bodyguard couldn't be weak, and bottoms...

He shivered, remembering the temptation to let the Prince use him again that first time that he had been pinned. It had been almost overwhelming, and the only way that he could stop himself from giving in was to go full-on attack for every bit of the training afterward. He could feel himself breaking down the more that Simba teased him, but what was he supposed to do? What could he do?

And then...

Then he'd felt the hand on his ass, remembered how easily he'd been overcome before, and something had snapped. He still didn't know what it was, but he'd thrown Simba down, and he'd been ready to break everything. Break that arm, then the neck, to prevent giving into that temptation again.

He'd betrayed everything that he had sworn just out of fear.

"I'm...I'm..."

"Naka."

The young lion looked up. Sakabi hadn't turned around, hadn't bothered to look at him. He wondered if the king's favorite even knew what was going through his head.

"I need you to go find Scar. Tell him that Sakabi says that he is summoned to the king's presence."

"..."

"Now."

Naka nodded. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew that it had to be important. Then again, with the Prince running off, him broken, and the world no longer making sense, he supposed everything was.

He walked around the back of Pride Rock, only to find that the darkness that Scar lived in was empty. The dark-furred lion was nowhere to be seen.

Simba walked the savannah in the nude, like any other member of the Pride would have done. He had no shame in his body, and everything to love about it. He had the sort of body that many would have envied, and most would have wanted, and he knew it. He could have anyone and anything in the Pride Lands, if he so chose.

It was a different sort of hunt that dragged him through the grasses this time, a different hunger. He...he wanted to feel like he mattered again. He wanted to see the eyes of some prey looking up at him with the same worship that he had seen in Sarakiba's eyes, in Naka's eyes, even in the eyes of the zebra that had first exposed Scar's power to him.

He didn't just want it. He needed it.

Simba walked the dusty plains of the savannah with his head high and his cock still erect, parting the grasses with his shaft half the time, feeling the blades of grass tickling his toes. He could hear, smell, almost taste the different prey animals ahead, and it drove him onwards.

Eventually, he found a herd of wildebeest, far enough away that they did not yet notice him. They were gathered around a watering hole, collecting water for themselves and their next few days of journeying. The wildebeest were big men, standing nearly a foot taller than himself, with two thick horns on either side of their head. Covered in a shaggy coat of fur, they were hard to hunt, even for the rest of the Pride, but they were good prizes.

As they turned their backs to him, he could see the thick muscles running down their backs, all the way down to their rumps. Big and bubbled out with muscle, even from here, he could see that they would squeeze his cock as much between the cheeks as in the hole. He could fuck just those cheeks and cum, without question.

His cock throbbed as he imagined the pleasure of taking one of them, breaking them, showing them what it meant to be a bitch to the Prince. He liked the thought, and the feelings that came with it.

The Prince advanced, and he almost felt like his shadow was a cloak of power behind him, something that swept out and covered that which he owned. He smiled as he approached the biggest of the wildebeest from behind, moving on silent feet, and then -

SMACK!

He cracked his palm across that muscular ass, and the big guy jumped. Simba smirked, in the grip of something stronger than him, something darker, more ancient, more powerful. He didn't move as the wildebeest turned around, but instead grinned right up at the big guy.

"What...the hell...are you doing, little lion?"

"I'm taking what I want."

"Hmmph. You think you can handle one of us?"

Simba grinned, grabbing the wildebeest by the balls. He squeezed, the tips of his claws ever so gently touching the flesh. The big guy froze.

"Heh...the question is...can you handle a Prince?"

The other wildebeest were already fleeing, gathering their goods and running. The guy he had a grip on tried to do the same, but there was no running from someone that had you by the balls. Simba just squeezed a little tighter, and the big guy stopped trying.

"Uh-uh," the lion prince said with a smirk. "You're staying right here."

"You...what do you want?"

"Everything."

And that was the truth. Simba almost felt like he was watching himself, like he was staring at a show that was almost impossible. He was standing in front of someone that was twice as strong as him, topped him by a head, and could easily pound him into the dirt, and he was talking as if he was the biggest man there, the most powerful male.

And it was working.

The wildebeest was shivering, and as Simba looked down, he saw that the big guy's cock was slowly rising up. He chuckled, giving it a slap with his other hand. The wildebeest sagged down, and Simba grabbed him by the horns.

"On your knees."

"You -"

"On your knees!"

He growled the command, and the wildebeest followed. Yes. He was the Prince. He could have what he wanted. And what he wanted was for this big male to look at him with all the worship that his father got, with all the need and adoration that a Prince like him deserved, and that...

That he didn't get...

Simba held the wildebeest's horns tightly, keeping the big guy from moving, and slid his foot forward. He stepped on those low-hanging balls, grinding them underfoot bit by bit, not quite crushing them, but drawing low moans of pain and pleasure from the other male.

"You will do what I tell you."

"This...this is..."

"You're a big man...but I can tell what you want..."

Simba grinned, looking through the darkness, hearing the whispers, the secrets, the needs. This big guy protected the group, but not the way that the rest of them imagined it. He leaned down, whispering the secrets that the darkness gave him.

"You want to be used...you offer your ass every time that the herd needs to escape, don't you? A sacrifice...a big, muscular man, who could fight them all off, is nothing but a weak, little slut."

The muscular male gasped, trying to shake his head, but Simba didn't let him. Instead, he forced the muscular, shaggy male to nod, instead.

"Yes, that's what you are...a slut...a slut looking for someone to use him...prey...looking for a hunter..."

He slid forward just a bit, his cock brushing against the wildebeest's face. He saw the twinkle of desire, the need that was already starting. Yes. He could do this. He could break this man. Make him want a lion, a hunter, him.

Simba slapped his cock against the wildebeest's face once, twice, three times before he opened his mouth. Chuckling, the lion pulled back.

"Ah. I didn't say yes yet..."

"Mmmph...you can't...please..."

"You aren't a sacrifice, are you?"

"Nnngh...don't..."

"You are prey...a weak, slutty piece of meat...that just wants to be caught. All these muscles...all that power...useless..."

The words. They weren't his words, they weren't how he talked. They just...they came to him, ran through him, popped out of his mouth without his understanding. All he knew was that they were the right words to say, and the wildebeest moaned, cock harder than it had likely ever been. Simba pressed his toes down on the big guy's balls again, gently pressing down, rubbing them, half-squishing them.

As the wildebeest moaned, Simba slapped his cock on his tongue again, making sure to give the big guy a taste.

"Say it..."

"Nnngh..."

"Say what you are."

"I'm...I'm prey..."

"And what am I?"

"You...you are my...Hunter..."

"Yes. Now...Beg..."

"Please...let me serve you...let me...let me taste your cock. Let me have it in me. Use me, mark me, make me remember this forever. I want...I want it..."

"Say it again. Louder."

"I want your cock, Prince! I want your cock! Fuck my face!"

And that was all that Simba needed to hear. He grabbed those horns again, adjusted his grip, and rammed forward.

The feeling of that wet tongue under his cock was just as good as he had hoped for, and the big hands that grabbed his hips, pulling him along, made him feel even better. The wildebeest wanted him, craved him, needed him more than anybody else in the world. It was like when he had been fucking Naka, when he had been rutting his bodyguard and teaching him his place in the world.

And yet, he still whispered something, still spoke, still felt that shadow on his mind and in his heart...

Scar watched from the rocks at the other side of the watering hole, unable to keep from smiling. By and large, he made sure to lean against the rocks so that if his brother happened to look through the Prideland, he didn't appear to be spying on Simba, but every so often, it was impossible not to get a look at his nephew through the corner of his eye.

Poor prince...so very desperate for attention...

It was to be expected, of course. Scar looked down at his claws, shaking his head as he recalled the years since the boy's 'birth'. Mufasa had never quite been one to attach before he became King, but it got much worse after his brother had been tied to the magic of the land the way that he had. There was nothing that could quite engage him like being connected to the kingdom, and the King had soon been drawn into an addiction that he couldn't quite escape, no matter what else was on offer.

Simba craved attention, as all young men did, and he was doing whatever it took to gain it. Even if that meant hurting someone else.

Not that it mattered, Scar knew. The wildebeest was nothing but prey. They were expendable, as were most creatures of the savannah.

He listened, though, listened as Simba fell further and further into that powerful darkness. He was descending faster than he had expected the young Prince to, and it was clear that he had a gift for this sort of thing. The question was, he supposed, whether the Prince had the stomach. What happened when this was done would determine whether Simba would be a powerful Prince in the years to come...or a liability that would need to be done away with.

Because Simba was still talking, and the Prince probably didn't even know what he was saying, considering the powerful cruelty of the words that came to him. They spoke of the weakness of prey, spoke of the hidden shames of the wildebeest. They were the things that the male hated most about himself, turned sexual, wielded by someone in power over him.

Scar knew the power of words. He knew how they formed and shaped and - yes - broke a mind. The wildebeest was not just being shaped by them, now, but buried beneath the words that hid in the dark.

He doesn't know how to handle his power, but he can be taught, Scar thought, looking at his claws again. And that would be useful...someone else to keep control over the wretched hyenas...and the other lions...

His plan had needed adjustment, but it was about to come to fruition.

The End

Summary: After the events of the hyenas, Simba is put through much harder fighting training, only for it to go off the rails as Naka panics and Simba backslides to use those other abilities.

Tags: M/M, lion, wildebeest, Simba, The Lion King, rule 34, series, groping, fighting, erection, pain, humiliation, mysticism, Scar, oral, foot play, mild cbt, blowjob, breaking,