Audience
#1 of Prince of Lions
I am a young, attractive human male, a voluntary sex and torture slave of the Prince of Lions. How and why I got this way, and came to the planet of Braj is another story for another time. Now I am being readied for my daily audience with Him. Each day is unique and different, but the principle is the same: I am subjected to several hours of strict bondage, severe sexual torture and teasing. By the time the Prince arrives at the dungeon, I am in a very high state of erotic excitement, perfectly prepared for His enjoyment.
Today I'm naked as usual, bound on the roof, on my back with the hot afternoon sun between my outstretched legs. The high dungeon walls block the scene from any observers. The suspension cuffs permanently attached to my wrists and ankles spread my arms and legs helplessly wide apart. The cuff rings are locked to heavy chains, pulling my arms and legs upward. A leather head harness forces a penis gag deep into my throat, and its various attachment rings lock my head far back, ready for fellation. A tight leather collar completes my slave outfit. Hardly any movement is possible, and no hope of escape.
The chains stretch me spread-eagled, and partially suspend my body from a heavy wooden framework. But half of my weight is on the rough plank I lie on, which is covered with hundreds of tiny spikes, not quite sharp enough to pierce my skin. My shaved body glistens with sweat from the heat of the sun and the strain of my ordeal. Whenever the torture attendants get bored, they whip me with singletails and quirts until I try to thrash and scream. The Prince likes his LionBoy well-marked; I suffer accordingly.
If I lose my erection, the attendants increase the stimulation until I get it back. That's a major rule of this game. First they slide restrictive metal rings onto the base of my shaved cock and balls. They tighten heavy sun-heated clamps on my nipples until I moan with pain. Thick cords lift the clamps skyward, running through pulleys and tied to a bucket, which is gradually filled with water, stretching my nipples away from my chest. A similar bondage arrangement pulls my cock straight down between my legs. Heavy weights are attached to my ball stretcher; I can feel the pull deep down in my guts. Tight string cock and ball bondage cuts into the flesh of my most sensitive parts.
The sadistic attendants' whips mark the inside of my thighs, my exposed belly, armpits and sides. The sweat of intense pain drips off my lean, naked body, well-tanned from many similar afternoons. The hours pass slowly as the pain gets more and more severe. My painfully stretched nipples and genitals, and sensitive places like my armpits, are tortured with serrated metal clamps. A polished metal bar runs the length of the torture device, directly over the center of my body. The clamps are attached to heavy lead weights with cords running over the top of the bar. The weights gradually gradually pull off the clamps, resulting in great torment. Sometimes the weights won't pull the clamps off, in which case they are whipped off, causing me to writhe and scream into my gag.
As the time of my audience with the Prince nears, the ultimate torture is applied. Dozens of thick needles are inserted into the fleshy skin along a line from my armpits, around my nipples and down to my groin. These are left in long enough to get nicely heated by the sun, then they are chased with large barbless fishing hooks. Heavy lead weights are attached to the hooks by strings run over the polished metal bar, pulling the skin away from my chest and belly. The resulting pain is exquisite, and can be prolonged indefinitely with little injury.
Now after hours of torture I am in a whirlwind of intense sensation, almost mad with pain. I still have my erection though; not that I am very aware of it, with all the other sensations. Finally the sounds of the Prince of Lions' retinue cut through the haze of pain: the ululation of the court ladies and lionesses; the hoot of conchshells, the crash of bells and drums; the devotional chants of His ardent followers. My Lion attracts love from everyone by His endless good qualities. Most of all from me, His beloved torture slave.
My moment is almost here. Somehow I manage to compose myself, knowing I will soon be in His Presence. His almost daily visit to the dungeon is ostensibly to inspect the facilities and guards. But after a cursory look around, He heads directly to the chamber where I await Him, erotically bound and in almost unbearable pain, tortured according to His most severe and imaginative specifications. Suddenly I hear Him enter the roof garden. Immobilized though I am, I glimpse the glint of His royal robes and ornaments, the shake of His generous golden mane out of the corner of my eye. I sigh uncontrollably with desire.
Wordlessly, the dungeon attendants help Him strip off His royal attire. He dismisses them with a look, and they vanish into the darkness of the staircase. He advances toward me naked, with a huge erection, until I can see Him clearly. I can never get over the handsomeness of His anthro-feline form, His perfect sculpted muscles rippling under softly furred skin, the intoxicating musky aroma of His body. For some time, He regards me silently, stroking His engorged organ with a furry paw. "You are Mine," He finally says.
"Mmmm-hmmm," I reply as cheerfully as possible, nodding my head a millimeter.
He glides closer, begins to unstrap my gag. "Silence, my pet," He orders sternly. As soon as the gag is out of my mouth, His swollen cock slides into it. "Grrrrrmmm," He purrs with pleasure, pushing His organ deeper into my accepting mouth. He fucks my mouth slowly, playing with the weights and strings that pull on the hooks tormenting my naked, helpless flesh. I moan with pain and pleasure, and He fucks me harder.
Then suddenly He pulls out; I know what is coming next. He walks around to the other end of the bondage device and sidles up between my outstretched legs. His cock, now rock-hard, lubricates my asshole with my saliva and His precum. Slowly, exquisitely, He slides His organ into my oiled fuckhole, both of us groaning with pleasure and lust. I am His alone to enjoy, and He takes His sweet time. His sharp claws dig into my sides, marking them as He very gradually fucks me harder and faster.
My whole body shakes with the force of His fucking, His lean sculptured belly slapping my buttocks, making the spikes dig deeper into my back and the hooks pull harder on the distended, tortured flesh of my chest and belly. The pain and pleasure are so great I can no longer control myself, and begin to moan and shake. As if on cue, the entourage outside the dungeon begins a loud devotional chant, masking the sound of our lovemaking.
Just when I think I can take no more, He comes, filling my ass with musk-scented semen. I scream and He roars with the intensity of the sensation, the height of our pleasure. Somehow the attendants reappear, one sliding a chair under His rump as the other removes the torture and bondage devices from my exhausted body. Right about then, I lose consciousness.
I awake in His arms, being carried up the stars into my solitary cell in the dungeon tower, with its beautiful view of His nearby palace. He carefully places me on my bed, a plank with a thin mattress, and strokes my forehead lovingly with His soft padded paw. I am overcome with emotion and start to cry. He looks deep into my eyes. "Do you want Me to set you free?" He asks, suddenly concerned. "We don't have to continue The Arrangement if you don't want to."
Sobbing uncontrollably into His beautiful furry chest, I finally manage to beg, "O my dear Lion, oh no. I am overcome with the beauty and perfection of Your Love. Please never change a thing. Let us live this way forever." An indescribable look combining love, seriousness, compassion, concern and affection flits across His face. Then He intones in His inimitable Voice, "So be it. You are Mine forever." I smile meekly through a curtain of loving tears.
For a long time we cuddle together on the bed, whispering sweet nothings, laughing and crying simultaneously. Finally my dinner arrives: His lunch remnants. It is nearly sundown; time for Him to leave. For a long moment we look deep into each others' eyes.
"Then The Arrangement will continue?" I ask, completing the ritual for the millionth time. Or is it the billionth?
"Yes, my pet, for as long as I am Prince of the Lions of Braj!" He declares solemnly, turning and padding gracefully down the tower stairs, as the silent attendant locks the heavy golden chains that bind Him to my heart. I'm going to be here for a long, long time.