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Another day at Cape Suzette. Everyone was going about with their lives. From the smaller vendors on the hot-dog stands on the street, to the most important businessmen on the whole city.

And no businessmen were higher up on the great food-chain of life than those who worked at Khan Industries, one of the greatest companies of the world, which represented a sizeable piece of the world's economy, with how big and diverse it was. It was no surprise that it was the crème of the crop around Cape Suzette, where its headquarters were.

Khan Industries owned the entire city to tell the truth, with very few of the business in there not relating to them in one way or another. And working directly for them was a dream among the people of the city who were aiming to go big.

And most companies of the city would do business with the great company in one way or another. Some of them would even try to get leverage, like the people who were currently on the Khan Industries' headquarters' top floor, having a meeting with no other than the CEO of the company himself.

"You have to admit it, Mr. Khan." Said the coyote, as he presented the documents to the tiger sitting across his desk. The rest of his team had finished the presentations, and now it was up for their boss to seal the deal.

"This is pretty tempting, doesn't it?"

The tiger said nothing. He just stayed where he was, resting his elbows on the desk as he had his hands together before his face, his fingers intertwined. He was looking intently at the yote, waiting to see what else he was going to say.

"This will not only help our company, but yours' as well." The coyote said to him, offering a pen of his own, as if expecting him to just eagerly pick it up and sign the contract before him. Khan didn't. He just continued to look at the yote as if expecting him to say anything else.

"Oh, come on now." The yote said, "Are you really trying to get more from this deal than I'm already offering you?"

The yote had a smile on his face, even thought the rest of his team looked apprehensive.

"This will bring both of us a lot of money, so why don't you stop playing hard to get and just sign it? We both know it is the reasonable thing to do, and that it will mean a lot for both our companies."

He was offering the pen to the tiger, nearly waving it before his nose like doing so with a toy for a kitten. He was smiling like a winner, while the rest of his team looked like they desperately wanted to tell him to stop before it was too late but were all too scared to do so.

"A big deal, you say?" Khan said to the yote, finally breaking the silence he had been in since this dog and his team waltzed their way into his office.

Khan chuckled.

"A big deal..." he said to himself, as he got up from his chair and walked to the window, looking outside.

"You came in there telling me you had 'an offer I could not refuse', and you presented me with a twenty million dollars deal." Khan said to the yote, his back turned to him as he looked out of the window. "How much is your trading company worth again? You mentioned it before the presentation, but I forgot..."

The yote was only glad to answer.

"The Yoteson Unlimited has just been evaluated as being worth forty million dollars." The canine said very proudly. "An impressive rate for a company as new as ours, and I know that we will only grow larger in the future. Amazing, aint it?"

Once more Khan chuckled, and this prompted the coyote, a bit annoyed, to ask what was so funny.

"3.8 billions." Was Shere Khan's answer, and this confused the coyote, until the tiger clarified:

"That is how much Khan Industries has been evaluated to be worth on the last consensus." The tiger said, turning to look at the yote. "More impressive than forty million, don't you agree?"

"Actually..." The CEO of KI said, as he started to walk around the desk. "Compared to that, the value of your company seems like that of a child's lemonade stand."

The coyote didn't say anything in return, as the tiger made his way around the desk and stopped in front of him. The canine was shorter than the tiger, who looked down on him with a smirk on his face and a strange, predatory shine to his eyes.

"Now, tell me, if your company was the one worth 3.8 billion dollars, and someone came to you with a twenty million dollars deal, what would you think of that?" Khan asked to him, the yote had no time to answer, for Khan himself did.

"You would probably think 'is he being serious right now? That's a kid's allowance.' No way a deal like that would be 'an offer you cannot refuse', ain't it right?"

The yote looked at the tiger, and he wanted to say something to him. However, the toothy smirk the tiger was giving him and the look on his eyes as he looked down on him made him be silent.

Khan knew how to be imposing to others in moments like that. Especially when he wanted to make a point.

"You know, I have dealt with people like you in the past." Khan said to him. "In fact, so many times that I can't possibly count them all."

"The kind who has an idea on his head and a dream on his heart." Khan said to him, as he started to walk around him, like a predator circling his prey. "Most of those are just foolish dreamers who end up breaking their faces as they trip on the first rock that comes their way or end up running right into a wall."

The yote followed the tiger with his eyes, his tail slowly tucking in between his legs as the tiger continued.

"Sometimes, but not always, one of those foolish dreamers manages to make their ideas work and gets on the path to make their little dreams come true." He said, "They managed to, by some miracle, do something good. Either because their ideas are actually good, because they actually work hard, or by sheer dumb luck, or by some combination of the three. The point is, they somehow manage to make success, and they can make their little dreams become more than dreams. For a while, at least."

"And you know one thing about people like that?" Khan said to the yote, leaning over to speak right into his ear. "They often convince themselves they are geniuses and winners because their one idea worked, even though they, more often than not, have no real talent or skill for anything else. Quite childish, don't you think?"

The yote looked up at the tiger, who looked back at him with a smirk, which was somehow even more terrifying than if the tiger was bating his fangs at him. The yote then looked down. He had to. He could no longer look at the tiger in the eye.

The rest of the team was looking in apprehension, most of them holding their breaths as they were waiting to see what would happen next.

Was Khan going to kick their tails out of his office? No, he was not the kind to get his hands dirty. Was he going to call his securities and have them scout them out of the building and warn then not to come back? Would he just dismiss them and then, once they were out, he would make a phone call to his contacts to ruin their company?

Would he just feed them to those carnivorous plants all over his office?

However, Khan did none of that. He instead reached for his pocket and pulled out... a pen.

Without missing a beat, Khan leaned over the table, where the contract was, and he signed it. This, of course, shocked the yote, as well as his whole team, as they all looked as the tiger signed his name on the doted lines of the contract, sealing the deal with their company.

"Here." Khan said, offering the signed contract to the canine. "Here is for you, Yoteson. Here is the money for having made your job so diligently and for presenting it like a good dedicated student."

The tiger looked at him as he spoke that.

"Here is the money for your lemonade stand. Here is the money of your allowance. The money you earned to buy that bicycle you wanted for having done so well on your school's assignment." He said that in a condescending manner as he offered the contract to the coyote, who could do nothing more than to take it.

"Enjoy your twenty million, boy." Khan said to him, before adding:

"Don't blow it all on candy."

The coyote wanted to say something back. He didn't want to just let someone talk down on him like that. However, under the intense gaze of that tiger, who was a jaded business man of the kind whom the coyote could not hope to become at least for the next two decades of business dealings, there was nothing he could possibly say to him that would put him in a better position.

So, all he did was lower his head as her held the signed contract close to his chest, like a child who just got admonished by the parents for having received a bad grade on the exam and needed them to sign the professor's note. Khan, however, didn't seemed like a mad parent. Actually, he seemed rather amused by it all.

Even as he walked back around his chair while saying:

"Okay, now that we are done here, so you all can leave."

He sat on his chair.

"I have a lot more things to do as a grownup, and you children have taken too much of my time."

The coyote then turned to the tiger, seeming to be ready to say something to him, but the rest of his team steered him away, thanking Khan for his time as they guided their boss out of the room.

Khan could still hear as they whispered, with the coyote saying something about Khan being a "prepotent jerk", to what the friends with him said:

"Shut up, he signed the contract, didn't he?"

Khan stopped hearing them as they closed the door on their way out, although he had the distinct impression that he could hear the yote yipping as the door closed on his tail. This made Khan chuckle.

Ah, those new companies could be so entertaining sometimes. Almost endearing. Especially those who were led by dreamers like that yote.

Perhaps he would be keeping a close eye on the Yoteson Unlimited, just to see if it would either succeed as a trading company or flop spectacularly. Perhaps he could even offer it a little help in the future, or even buy it if it proved to be lucrative enough...

Sighing, Khan decided to focus back on his business at hand. He had those documents to review and he had to get prepared with the meetings with some of the representatives of some other companies that he was doing business with. Not to mention how he still needed to see that the cargo that was lost to that scoundrel Karnage would be retrieved.

Khan went through too much to just give up on it for some ruffian air pirate with delusions of grandeur, and who was a lousy singer to boot.

Khan knew that he would be busy all day thinking of all his compromises, so he could not afford to have anything else distracting him from his priorities. He would not accept any more foolishness to get on his way.

"Mr. Khan?" Said his secretary through the intercom on his table, interrupting Khan from his focus on his important business merely twenty minutes after that yote and his crew of clowns left his office. "Sorry to interrupt, but there is a person in here wanting to have a word with you."

Khan didn't even need to see on his schedule to know that he had absolutely no appointments after Yoteson, and he was not on the mood for dealing with any person thinking they can come and interrupt him in the middle of a busy day for whatever foolishness it is.

"Tell them to leave." Khan said, as he reviewed an important document which demanded his full attention.

That was when his secretary said four words that changed everything:

"It is Mister Prideland."

Immediately, Khan threw the contract over his shoulder, completely forgetting all about it as something much more important (at least for him) came along.

"Give me thirty seconds and then send him in." Khan said, barely registering the answer from his secretary, as he opened the drawer of his desk and pulling out a small hand-mirror.

After making sure his fur was spotless, and that his tie was on straight, Khan got up from his desk, walking around it and adopting a casual pose, as he stood there in a relaxed position as he leaned back against his desk, his hands supporting himself on it as he looked at the door and waited for the inevitable arrival of one of the few people he was always happy for seeing without an appointment.

Soon, the doors of his office swung open, allowing for a person to come forward. Khan's smirk widened as he saw that familiar face making it into his office.

This person was a feline, such as himself. A lion, and he was wearing a dark-green suit that was just as expensive-looking as the one that Khan himself was wearing. He strutted forward while carrying the heavy-looking suitcase, which strolled behind him as he walked through the doors, which immediately closed once he was inside. He walked forward with confident steps, as the light of the room reflected on the brown fur of his face and on his mane black as night. He had a smirk just like Khan's as he walked in direction to the tiger, eyeing him with his two green eyes, one of which had a scar running over it.

"Scar." Khan said, looking at him.

"Khani." The lion said back to the tiger, as he continued to walk in his direction.

Khan then started walking on his direction too. As they came closer to each other, Scar let go of the handle of the suitcase and just let it stay where it was, as he walked to Khan. Once they were close to each other, they hugged, then they looked deeply on each other's eyes... and started making out.

There was no one in there to see them do it. No cameras to capture this act. No one to judge or meddle into their business. So, they were not afraid of going all out. They had a full-on sloppy make-out session, as the two of them kissed like a pair of horny teenagers, moaning as their tongues danced and they swapped spit. Heck, they were even dry-humping each other, grinding their crotches together as the ran their hands all over each other, nearly as if one of them was trying to fuck the other, but they were having to fight for it since they were both alphas.

After two long minutes of making out, the two of them finally broke the kiss. Their breaths produced mist into the rainforest-like environment around them, and a string of saliva glistened into the light of the room as it connected their mouths.

"I see you are happy to see me." Scar said to Khan, and the tiger said back:

"Just as much as you are clearly happy to see me, you horny cat."

Khan was talking about the volume he could clearly feel on Scar's pants. Scar, however, reminded him that he too had a volume on his pants, so he was in no position to say anything. Khan chuckled, as he knew that the lion was right, and he could not help but purr in pleasure as he and Scar had yet another kiss. It was not as ardent as the last one, but it was still lewd, as they swapped more saliva and grinded the bulges of their pants together to the point where they both could feel moisture on their underwear beneath.

"Should I draw the blinds and put on our music?" Khan asked, as they broke the kiss.

"You can if you want, but that's not why I am here." Scar told him. "Well, not completely, anyways. I'm here more to talk business."

Khan chuckled, and soon, the two of them were talking business. A business that involved both of their companies.

Yes, for this lion, known as "Scar" was the CEO of the Pride Rock Unlimited. They were just one of the most powerful and most widespread conglomerates on the entire world. They were on the same level as Khan Industries themselves. In fact, many of the companies and businesses that formed them were associated, either by contract or by merger, with KI themselves. This meant that both KI and PRU were both two halves of a whole, and that they mutually benefited each other in many ways, with many people even saying that the two companies were practically married to each other. Together to anything that would come their way for better or worse, until death did them apart.

It certainly felt like this way when Khan and Scar had those meetings, even though Scar was legally married to someone else...

Speaking of which, Scar had just informed to Khan that he would have to stay married with Zira for longer than they had initially planned.

"Do you have to?" Khan said, and Scar could only nod at him.

"Matters of succession." He said, and Khan knew what he was talking about.

"So, Nuka is really not viable anymore?" He asked, and Scar scoffed.

"I hoped that the brat would at least not be stupid enough to be caught." Scar growled. "But he had to let yourself be caught with those documents. I had to think fast to pin all the blame on him to save the company from receiving any backlash for his actions. Of course, this means that I had to remove him from the succession line. The official announcement will be made by the board of directors this weekend, but Nuka will no longer be inheriting Pride Rock Unlimited."

"What means that neither will he be inheriting Khan Industries." Khan said to Scar. It was their plan to, once there was a successor ready to take over, they would announce a merging of their companies. Khan Industries and Pride Rock Unlimited would become a single, massive company, bigger and more powerful than any other company on the world. So big it could rule the whole world, or at lest it's economy. And this would all be left on the hands of the appointed heir, leaving Scar free to finally divorce his wife, and he and Khan could finally go retire together in some remote beach somewhere and spend the rest of their days having steamy sex under the sun while drinking piña coladas.

Well, those plans were not off the window yet, but they certainly had hit a roadblock.

"So... Vitani?" Khan asked, but he already knew the answer to that.

"That girl is still out to 'follow her heart'." Scar said, "Now she decided to duck all my calls, even Zira can't get through her anymore. This means, that the only viable option now is Kovu."

Khan nodded. Kovu was the youngest of all Scar's children.

He was still twelve years old.

"I will start working on preparing him as soon as possible." Scar told Khan, "But, naturally, it will be a while before he is ready. Until then, me and Zira will stay married."

Khan looked at him, and then he looked down. Khan was not the kind who openly showed his sadness. His disappointment and annoyance, yes, but not his sadness. At least, not to most people.

Scar was not most people.

On the same manner, Khan was not unlike most people to Scar. He was one of them few people to whom Scar would have no qualms about showing his kindness. At least when they were all alone.

"It's okay." Scar said to him, gently rubbing Shere Khan's face with his hand, and Khan looked up at him. The slightly shorter feline had a smile on his face. "We have waited so long already, we can wait a little bit longer. Until then, let's just keep things as they are for a while more. You will see, time will fly."

"Scar..." Shere said, and soon he and Scar were kissing once more, and they were both moaning on each other's mouths as they made out sloppily once more.

They truly were horny cats.

And they were getting hornier and hornier by the second.

"Scar..." Khan said, "I need you. Get your pants off."

Scar smirke, and then he said:

"I don't think so, Khani."

"You topped last time." The tiger said, "It is my turn now."

Scar smirked at him, and then he said:

"I have a surprise for you, my dear Khan."

"A surprise, huh?" Khan asked, "Is this what that suitcase is all about?" He gave a nod in direction to the said suitcase. Scar could only smirk at him.

"Khan, you know how hard I worked to take on the CEO's seat of the PRU, don't you?" Scar asked to the tiger. His hands left him, and he walked in direction to the suitcase. "You are one of the few people on the world who knows just how far I had to go to ensure that the company would be under my control, like it should have been from the very beginning."

Yes, Khan knew.

Original, Scar was not the CEO. The position instead belonged to his older brother, Mufasa. Shere never liked Mufasa. He was annoying and self-righteous, the kind of person who could get on anyone's nerves after a while. That was why Scar was happy when Scar took his place after Mufasa's "mysterious disappearance".

And he never told a single soul what he knew about how Scar had a hand on his brother's disappearance. This shared secret was one of the things that led the lion and tiger to become so close.

But, why was Scar bringing that up now?

"And nearly a year ago, my position on the company was threatened." Scar said, as he stood by the side of the suitcase. "By the sudden return of Mufasa's prodigal son. You remember him, don't you?"

Oh, Khan did. He remembered that twenty-two-year-old hunk of a lion very clearly. He was the spitting image of Mufasa, only younger... and hotter.

"I certainly do remember how much you fancied my dear nephew." Scar said to him. However, he didn't seem upset or jealous as he said those words. Actually, the smirk on his face as he turned to look at Khan, if anything, seemed to be one of amusement.

"Yeah, I won't deny." Shere Khan said, "I mean, come on, you know I like the young men. Too bad he left to go back to living in the countryside with his surrogate fathers, the meerkat and the warthog."

"Oh, did he?" Scar said, and Shere Khan looked at him.

"Of course, he said that in the letter he left behind."

"Ah, yes, the letter." Scar said, seeming amused. "It was a really nice little letter, wasn't it? With the calligraphy and the phrase structure matching Simba's perfectly. Certainly was worth the money I paid for it."

There was a brief moment of silence, before Scar gave a light kick on the suitcase, causing it to rock slightly. And then, the suitcase shook slightly, while a soft sound, like a whimper, was coming from inside.

Shere immediately understood what was going on, and he couldn't help but smirk even more.

"Scar, you sick, filthy bastard..."

"Hey, I could not allow for that stupid brat to come out of nowhere and take the company from me, could I?" Scar said to Shere, "Not after everything I had to go through to take over and to help it grow as much as it has. So, after Simba said he would not be going back to the country side and that he would 'make his father proud by following on his footsteps', well, I decided that he deserved the same treatment my dear brother got."

With this, Scar opened the latches of the suitcase, and allowed it to slid open. The contents of the suitcase dropped into the ground. Then it groaned and slowly rose to his knees. Shere could only look, and he felt his dick get harder inside of his trousers as he looked.

Simba groaned, saliva leaking from his lips as his voice was barely audible through the ball-gag lodged on his muzzle, held in place by elastic straps. He seemed to be pretty confused, perhaps because he was blindfolded as he climbed to his knees, showing difficulty because his hands were tied behind his back with soft rope, making the poor lion unable to use them. He was naked, save for three items that barely counted as clothing: a collar of black leather on his neck with a tag written "LION SLUT" in it, a harness of black leather and metal rings on his chest, and a cock-cage of pink plastic on his dick.

Scar picked the leash connected to Simba's collar and gave a tug into it with a single command:

"Follow."

Simba did. He crawled on his knees as Scar guided him, obediently moving and following the tugs of the leash like a loyal dog as Scar brought him right before Khan, before Simba was finally ordered to stop. He was now kneeling right on the level of Khan's crotch, which was tenting obscenely with his dick, hard from witnessing what could be the most arousing sight he had seen in years.

"Oh, my..." Was all Khan could bring himself to say, "You really went all out with him, didn't you, love?"

"I worked for years to make the company bigger than it could ever be during the time my stupid older brother was on the CEO's chair, and then his son comes out of nowhere and tries taking it all for himself? Like I would let that happen!" Scar said, "If anyone would take the company from me, it would be my own son, not Mufasa's. I had to do something to leave Kovu's path clear, and, I know that you always had to hots for my nephew, so..."

Shere looked at him. He was not showing it, but a sudden excitement came into him as Scar said those words.

Did he really meant...?

And he did, as he offered the leash to Shere Khan.

"Here." Scar said, "A personal gift from me to you, my beloved Khan."

There was a brief silence in between the two, broken only by the noise sound of Simba breathing through his nose as he stood on his knees before Khan. No one could notice, but at that very moment, a small amount of pre spurted out of Khan's cock and stained his underwear.

Khan then reached for the leash, while trying his best to keep his hand from shaking as he took it from Scar and held it firmly on his own grasp.

"My, my, thank you, darling." Khan said, "What a thoughtful little gift..." He was trying to hard not to betray how excited he was now. So excited that he could squeal like a school girl right now.

"I assume to it he is fully trained?" Khan said, to what Scar laughed.

"Why, of course! I would not be giving him to you before having tamed him first!" The lion with the dark mane said, petting the head of his kneeling nephew condescendingly as he did. "I put him on the same training regimen as my brother during his 'disappearance'. He showed a lot of resistance but, just like his worthless father, he eventually broke. From there, it was all a matter of teaching him exactly how to behave with a system of punishment and reward, like handlers do with beasts. Once I was done, he was as tame and obedient as Mufasa. I even took the liberty of 'testing his obedience' before giving him to you. Obviously, this means he is no longer a virgin, hope you don't mind..."

"Oh, come on, Scar." Khan said to him, with a smile. "How many times have you and I shared Mufasa whenever we had a meeting? You know well I don't mind getting your sloppy seconds."

Scar and Shere Khan both were smirking wickedly as they both remembered those good times. Ah, how deliciously ironic it was that, during the whole time Mufasa was missing and people were trying to figure out where he could be, no one ever thought about looking on the very own CEO's office, which had once been Mufasa's, but was now Scar's.

But, on everyone's defense, Scar made sure to cover his tracks exceedingly well, so no one ever suspected of him. How could they imagine that Scar kept his brother chained under his desk most of the time?

Khan could only hope he had been just as good as keeping his tracks clean on the missing of Simba. Oh, what he was thinking? Of course he did!

"Now, let me check first-hand how well you trained him." Scar said, as he turned his attention to Simba. Firstly, he removed his blindfold. Simba blinked, as if the luminosity of the room hurt his vision. Khan could only assume that he had been kept with it for a really long time. However, his eyes soon were focusing on him, and Khan smirked as he looked down on him.

"Hello, Simba." Khan said, "You remember me, don't you?"

He then removed Simba's ball-gag, allowing the young adult to groan and stretch his jaw, which felt sore after being with that thing on for so long. After swallowing the saliva, Simba spoke:

"Yes, Master Khan. I remember you."

"Master Khan", huh? Khan knew instantly that Scar did a very thorough job in training that boy. He couldn't help but smirk a little bit wider.

"Uncle told me that I would be your gift, and that you would own me and do as you want with me." Simba told, and he sounded resigned. It seemed that he had already accepted his fate long ago, he lowered his head. "Please, allow me to service you and be of your use."

Yup, the boy's spirit was clearly broken. As broken as his father's once Scar was done with him. Khan didn't know how Scar did it, but he was certainly the best at what he did.

"Be of my service, huh?" Khan said, "Well, that sounds like a good idea. Since you are on your knees, I'd like of receiving some 'service' from that cute little mouth of yours. Now, just let me..."

Khan was about to unbuckle his belt, when Simba beat him to it. He could not use his hands, as they were tied behind his back, but his mouth was now free, and this was enough for Simba.

With some complex move, the lion was able to unbuckle Khan's belt and open it. Then, using his tongue, he found the zipper of his pants and grabbed it with his teeth and unzipped the fly. Then, with a lot of care, he grabbed the waistband of Khan's underwear with his lips, not damaging it with his teeth, and pulled them down, allowing Khan's hard, barbed cock to bounce out.

"Hmmm, impressive." Khan said, looking at Scar, who put an arm around him.

"And, I also made sure to teach him all the things you love the most when it comes to oral sex."

Scar's words soon proved to be truth, when Khan felt the boy giving his furry balls a long, sensual lick. Then, he took both his gonads into his mouth, and gently suckled on them, swirling them around with his tongue as he sucked on them very gently, minding the teeth so much that Khan could hardly even feel them grazing on his sack.

After nearly a minute of this, Simba moved up, and he ran his tongue up and down Khan's dick with a slow pace, nearly as if he was savoring a candy, his sandpapery tongue running over the barbs of Khan's cock in deliberate strokes, tickling every single one of them. Then, when he arrived at the cock-head, he teased it with short, quick flicks of his tongue all around the head, licking around the border of the member, and running his tongue right over the piss-slit as pre leaked from it.

Khan was loving that. He even allowed himself to close his eyes and purr.

"That's it..." Khan said, reaching out for Simba's head and running his fingers through the boy's red mane. "That's it. That's a good boy. Yes, just like that. *purrrrrrrr* yeah, that's the good stuff... now open those pretty lips and take the tip on your head. Yes, that's it. Now suck. That's it. That's a good little lion... *purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr*"

Scar watched as Khan got serviced. He opened his own pants and pulled his own dick out and masturbated at the scene of his nephew sucking his lover's dick. It was just so strangely erotic that he could not help himself. Scar was always of the belief that lions like Simba, and like his father, belonged on their knees before their betters. Preferably obediently servicing them with their mouths like the little bitches they were.

Khan continued to purr as he was serviced by Simba. However, as minutes passed, the purring turning into growling. It always did when the pleasure started to escalate. It was usually when Khan started to get rougher. And it certainly seemed that he was growing rougher with Simba, as his hand gripped the lion's mane as he moved his hips, sending his dick in and out of Simba's mouth with thrusting movements that started growing faster and more forceful as minutes passed.

"Uff, and he got nearly no gag reflex." Khan said, as he started sending his whole dick (which was very impressive, even for a tiger) all the way down Simba's throat with long, forceful thrusts. "Man, you really trained him very well."

"And it was not easy, let me just tell you." Scar said, as he continued to masturbate to the scene. "I'm glad that I did well enough that it can satisfy to one of the most depraved men I know."

"Depraved, me?" Khan said, looking at Scar. "That's rich coming from the guy who kidnapped his own brother and turned him into his personal sex slave."

"Which you were always happy to share with me." Scar quipped back. This caused the two of them to chuckle, as they both knew very well that Scar got a point in there.

"Yeah, I certainly don't mind sharing Mufasa with you, Scar." Khan said, as he continued to fuck Simba's muzzle, which felt heavenly around his dick. "Say, maybe next time I go to your office I can take Simba and we can use them both. I have the feeling it will be very hot seeing father and son together as slaves."

"Hmmm, that might not be possible anymore." Scar said to him. "I already got rid of Mufasa."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I've had my brother as a sex slave for the last thirteen years. It was very fun, especially on the times that you came in so we could fuck him together." Scar said, "But, as time passed, fucking him became less and less thrilling. At some point I realized it was no different than using a fleshlight. There was no longer the thrill of violating my brother after so many years."

"So, you grew bored of him?" Khan asked, sounding very casual about it.

"It was just not fun as it was back when I first made him my hostage." Scar said, "Besides, lately some people have been asking questions regarding my brother's disappearance, and I am pretty sure that some of them were even trying to sneak into my office. At this rate, it would be a matter of time before someone ended up finding I kept Mufasa there, and that would have been pretty hard to explain."

Scar then sighed.

"With the risk of being found out for a sex slave that I no longer enjoyed fucking, the juice just wasn't worth the squeeze." The dark-maned lion said, "So, I decided it was time to part ways with my brother for good. You know, make sure that no one would find him."

"So, you sold him on the black market as a slave like you said you would?" Khan asked, "Or did you give him to your hyenas?"

"Yeah, I thought about doing that." Scar said, "But, the thought of giving away my brother made me uncomfortable. I mean, I never had any problem sharing him with you, but was is_my_ brother. I didn't like the idea of someone else owning him. And Shenzi and her brothers are some dimwitted incompetents who couldn't even track down a runaway nine-years-old. No way I would reward them with my brother, he was too good for them."

Khan chuckled. This was Scar for you. He didn't like giving away anything that he believed to be his own unless it was to someone whom he truly cared about, like his family or his lover. Of course he would not give Mufasa away. Like a child that doesn't wants to play with their favorite toy anymore but also don't want any other child to have it, so much that they'd rather break it themselves.

Also, the fact that he was referring to Mufasa on the past tense was not lost for Khan...

"So, did you...?" Khan asked, and he passed a finger over his throat as he looked at Scar. The lion smirked back at him.

"Let's say the following..." Scar said with a chuckle. "As a parting gift for my beloved brother and faithful sex slave, I gave him a brand-new pair of shoes. Cement shoes. And Mufasa loved them so much that he was very eager to show them off... to the fishes."

Khan smirked back at him. Yup, that was Scar alright. He _was_a fan of the old mobster movies.

"Taka Prideland, you are a real sadistic piece of scum." Khan said to him.

"You and me both, darling." Scar said as he leaned over and planted a kiss on Khan's lips. Khan was soon kissing him back, and they both moaned on each other's mouths as they kissed, with Scar masturbating while Khan continued to use Simba's mouth. And the red-maned lion was still sucking on Khan's dick obediently as they talked, as if he did not hear them both speaking of how Mufasa finally murdered his father.

This showed how truly and utterly broken Simba was.

Khan broke the kiss, and he growled.

"I can't take this anymore!" He said, as he roughly pulled his dick out of Simba's mouth, causing spittle and pre to fly everywhere. He pulled hard on Simba's mane, forcing the young lion to his feet, and then he practically dragged him by the hair in direction to his desk.

He threw Simba in it, making the lion land with his chest on the desk, his bare butt turned to Khan. The tiger didn't waste any time into grabbing Simba's tail and tugging it up, causing the poor lion to yelp.

Khan caressed his butt, groping and molding his left ass-cheek with his hand, before running his finger over the ass-crack. He then grabbed the item that was sticking out of Simba's tailhole, and pulled it until it slipped free, causing Simba to let out a "uff" as the butt-plug slipped free from his hole.

"Stainless steel." Khan said, looking at the plug. "Nice."

"And he is already pre-lubed." Scar said to him, as he walked around the desk. "No need to be gentle with him. Go nuts."

Oh, Khan certainly planned to. He had been dreaming about fucking that cute little butt of his' since the day he met Simba and followed him to the changing rooms, where he managed to catch a gorgeous sight of that bubble-butt while the lion was bathing. He had wanted to breed it raw then and there, and now he finally had the chance to.

His tailhole was certainly not as tight as it would have been back there, considering Scar's training, but Shere didn't gave two shits about it. All he wanted was to fuck it hard and raw.

Khan slapped his cock on Simba's butt, and he rubbed it on his crack. He could see Simba's hole clenching as he felt the cock on his ass. It was obvious that Simba knew very well what was coming next, and he already decided that he would just take it.

Soon, Shere was forcing his tip into Simba's asshole. He felt how slick it was, but it also felt tight as he was forcing his way in. Mufasa's tailhole also felt tight like that all the times he fucked him, and Scar told him it was thanks to "special exercises to ensure that he would always remain as tight as a virgin".

Simba certainly felt like a virgin as Shere was pushing his dick inside, and the tiger growled in pleasure as he was penetrating that deliciously tight hole. Simba moaned as he was penetrated as well, his own dick throbbing inside of his cock cage and leaking pre as he was penetrated by Khan, his new owner, just like he was so many times by his uncle.

Speaking of his uncle, he was not going to stay out of the fun. He grabbed Simba's mane and shoved his dick on his mouth. Simba let out a surprised exclamation, before he started to suck obediently, like he had been trained to.

Scar smirked, purring as he silently congratulated himself for his success in training Simba to be as much of an obedient little slut as his father was before Scar eventually had to dispose of him for good. He wondered if Shere eventually would grow tired of Simba and dispose of him as well. Maybe even toss him on the same dock Scar tossed Mufasa, so father and son could finally reunite...

But that was for much later. Scar took over a decade before he finally grew tired of Mufasa, anyways. Now, it was time for them both to enjoy this toy while it was still new and shiny.

Scar and Khan both fucked. They drove their dicks in and out of Simba's respective holes while the boy was laying over the table. Khan's hips smacked on Simba's ass, producing loud smacking sounds, as he sent his whole cock in and out of Simba's tailhole, and the young lion, trained by his uncle to take dicks as big as that one, perhaps even bigger, took it all like a champ. Meanwhile, Scar was in front of him, holding Simba's mane and sending his cock deep in and out of his nephew's throat, his balls slapping on Simba's chin as the broken lion slobbered all over that dick.

They both purred and growled as they fucked Simba like a cheap hooker. They had done the very same thing with his dad for years, and now it was Simba's turn. Khan was really not holding back on him, as he had dreamed of that as for over a year since he first saw the lion boy, and now he finally had it.

He pushed Simba down into the desk with a hand on the small of his back, while the other one tugged hard on his tail. He drove his cock into that ass, pillow-driving his endowment into Simba's ass and breeding him hard, causing poor Simba to moan around Scar's cock as he was fucked harder than Scar himself ever bred him during his training.

Scar smirked as he watched this, and he looked at Khan, seeing how his face scrunched into a look of savage lust that was so familiar to him. This was a face that he loved. Either Khan was fucking Scar himself or someone else, Scar loved that look of savagery on his face. The look of an apex predator who had a prey under his thumb and could now do as they wanted with the poor defenseless morsel.

This made a growl escape from Scar's own throat, which caused Khan to look up at him.

Their eyes locked as they both continued to fuck Simba, and then they both leaned forward, their lips connecting as they started kissing.

They moaned on each other's mouths, making out as they continued to plow the holes of the lion in between them. Simba could only take it all, moaning and choking around Scar's cock as he was fucked from both ends at once, causing him to shiver and twitch as the cock on his mouth went deep into his throat and the one on his ass poked hard into his prostate with each thrust. The very desk where Simba was laying as he was fucked rocked back and forth with the movements of the two big felines fucking their submissive little prey.

It was quite the erotic scene, as anyone who walked in on them right now would certainly agree. The sound of muffled moaning only did to add to the whole sexiness of the whole thing.

They stayed like that for minutes, with poor Simba rocking back and forth between the two of them. His cock straining uselessly against his cage but unable to get hard. All the poor worthless thing could do was drool pre from the piss-slit of the cage, staining the desk as he continued to be fucked from both ends at once. His eyes rolled back as he lost himself in the feeling, as he was between the prostate massage he was getting from Khan's dick on his ass, and the powerful, mind-rotting musk coming from his uncle's crotch as his pubic fur rubbed against his nose.

At one point, both older felines sped up their fucking. They kissed even more fervently as they both raw-dogged Simba's ass and muzzle, and the lion in between the two could only take it without breaking thanks for the one-year worth of training to be a good little fuck-toy. Eventually they both broke the kiss, their combined spit flying everywhere as they both roared as their orgasms hit.

Simba was filled from both ends as his ears were left ranging from the combined roars of his uncle and new owner. All he could do was swallow around Scar's dick and take his cum, while he could feel his ass being filled to the brim with a load of tiger seed that was just as potent.

Simba would be getting_so_ pregnant if he was a lioness...

Scar then pulled out. His dick was covered with drool, cum and throat-slime, but that did not stopped Scar from masturbating furiously as her pulled out, milking his orgasm and shooting the last of his load all over Simba's face and mane, painting his features white with his own fertile seed, so Simba would remember that, even though he was a gift from his uncle to Khan, Scar would always have ownership over him.

Just like I had over your worthless father... Scar thought as his orgasm subsided, and he looked down on Simba, who was mewling as cum covered his whole face. Damn, boy. You look just as good with my cum on you as Mufasa did... I wonder if you'd also look good with a fresh pair of cement shoes...

Khan also sighed as he finished as well. He then slowly pulled out, his cock being massaged by those velvety walls and making him purr again. As soon as his cock slipped free, Khan replaced it with the stainless-steel butt-plug before any of the cum could leak out of Simba's hole and possibly ruin the carpet on his office.

Simba could only moan as that thing was shoved back on his ass, locking Khan's cum inside of his tailhole.

Where it belonged.

Simba slid off the desk, ending on his knees before Khan. The lion looked up at him, and the tiger looked down at him, placing a hand on his head and caressing his mane.

"Clean me." Khan said, and Simba looked at his dick, which was still coated in cum from fucking Simba's ass. The lion didn't think twice before leaning forward and starting to lick the member.

Khan purred as he continued to caress Simba's mane as the boy obediently licked his dick clean like a good little slut. Scar, who had already placed his dick back on his pants, chuckled as he saw this.

"So, my dear Khani?" Scar asked, as he stood right by Khan's side. "How do you like my little gift for you in the form of your own little fucktoy?"

Khan sighed, letting out a soft moan as Simba took his dick on his mouth and started to suck.

"I love it." Khan said, "Thanks a lot, Scar. I'll treasure it forever."

"Hey, don't mention it, my love." Scar said to him. "I am only happy for giving you something to play with while I am not around, and for us both to play together when we can meet. Besides, this way I get this little shit out of mine and my son's way for good. Two birds with one stone."

Yeah, that was Scar. Always the practical one. He could have the tendency of being a little sadistic, and even cruel, whenever people displeased him. However, so was Khan. That was just one of the many things they had in common and that made them be a match made in heaven... or hell, as some people they once knew told them, before Scar made sure they would never say anything again.

None of them was ever found.

"Seriously, this is a very thoughtful and tasteful gift." Khan said, as he grasped Simba's mane with his fingers and made the boy take his dick on his mouth again, as it slowly got hard once more.

"Now I feel like I should give you something in return..." Khan said, and he was silent for a few moments, before turning to Scar and asking:

"Say, honey, how do you feel about bears?"