Zack
Zack This story, it's characters, and any events, though coincidental, are a work of fiction. Any similarities to any persons, living, dead, or immaterial, is purely accidental. This story contains mature content, furries, romance, and homoerotic material. If you are under the legal age, The Author kindly asks you to hit the back button on your browser, and leave this site. This story contains scenes of bondage, anal and oral sex, rimming, tickling, footplay, forced sex, domination, and mild mental abilities, If these things arent your pot of tea, The Author appologises, and wonders what you are doing still reading this. If the above hasen't lulled you to sleep, then on with the show. * * *
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He slept, a common enough thing, though doing so in the middle of the day, while at work, being oddly ignored by everyone around him... now that was slightly odd. His co-workers ignored him, his boss pretended that the cubicle was holding a model employee, his phone was answered by other employees, and still he slept. Zack was average, average build, average height, average markings, there was almost nothing spectacular about him... Almost. Truth be told, Zack was gay, and that in itself wasn't that interesting, though being a wolf, acting, sounding, looking, and generally existing perfectly straight was only part of it. Zack had an... ability. Most scientests would wonder how the wolf was able to live a perfectly normal life, and they mean PERFECT. He pays his bills on time, never gets a parking ticket, Drives as if he wrote the book, works for your average office firm, keeps his single bedroom, one level house immaculate. Looking at it closely, you could tell that he was Too perfect. And that is where things get interesting. Zacks ability, was to controll minds. He found that fact out a long time ago, when he was younger, and, under strict admonitions from his parents, Zack promised only to use his abilities in emergencies. His parents where imune, having the same abilities as he did. From then on, he practiced. Zack was able to effect just about any mind he came across, most of the time, he used it to keep a low profile, having seen way too many movies as a pup about government labs and all the tests that anyone with any unusual powers would be subjected to. Though by now, at 25 years old, he knew enough to maintain the ilusion of normalcy. On this day though, Zack had a date. A normal, regular date. His date was... well... handsome, to say the least. Imagine, if you will, a male lion, mane of desert brown, flowing gracefully over powerful shoulders, a pelt of dark brown fur covering a body chizeled to perfection, a well defined chest merging with a solid 8-pack, supported by a tight-packed ass, flowing down to a pair of powerful legs, which in turn, ended in a pair of solid looking footpaws. This date, happened to be with a local body builder who just happened to frequent one of Zacks hang-outs, a local gay bar that catered to the more... Kinky element of society. Zack, being of average build, seemed to be the last furson that the lion would hook up with, which is the other thing that was exceptional about the wolf. Zack was a dom, and one of the few willing to dom furs larger than they where, being the risk of accidental injury caused by an instinctual reaction. Most doms, went for safe bets, foxes, otters, small cats, canines, nothing too dangerous that a few ropes and a gag couldn't fix. But species like lions, tigers, bears, larger breeds of wolves and felines, as well as some of the larger oceanics, they where a bit more dangerous, as one good dose of adrenaline could allow them to work free, and seriously injure someone by accident. Which is why any dom willing to take one as a slave, either has to be verry good, or well-off enough to affort the custom equipment required to keep them secure. Zack, as unimpressive as he may seem to the casual glance, had all these things, he was an experienced dominant, had the means to keep his subjects secure, and had the time, energy and skill to make them enjoy every moment. With a final snort, and a long show of waking up, Zack made sure that he had let everyone in the office resume normal thought patterns, while getting ready to head out, a full 4 minuites early. The boss, on his way out as well, stopped by and poked his feline head in. "Good work today, the board was impressed with your presentation. Will you have the marketing report on my desk on monday?" Zack nodded gently, making sure his station was clean. "I'll have it ready for you. Have a good weekend." His boss nearly purred, as he nodded once, before quietly slipping out of the building. Zack followed shortly after, heading the rush out of the building by maby a minuite. One quick drive through the beginnings of rush hour later, the wolf slipped out of his car, and quietly into his home, fighting down last minuite jitters as he quickly got what he needed ready. * * * Meanwhile, in a small condo not terribly far away, a certian lion was also having last minuite jitters, trying on some of his more revealing outfits, trying to decide weither or not to wear the padded cuffs, hoping that his date for tonite was as good as he was lead to believe. "Oh man, this can't be happening... I finally find somone willing to be my master who isn't stronger than I am, and I feel like it's my first date..." Amidst the lion's worried searching, the small duffelbag he has been packing slowly fills with eneumerable items of both pleasure and pain. With a final descision, the lion quickly donned a custom chastity belt, making sure his sheath wasn't being pinched or in danger, fastening the belt around his wiast, making sure that his tail was positioned through the hole in the back perfectly. Next went two pairs of sturdy cuffs, one pair on his wrists, one pair on his ankles. Finishing off the ensemble with a simple vest and loose-fitting jeans, the lion hastily donned a loose coat, making sure he had his keys as he headed out to meet his date. ~*~*~ He met the wolf at the club a few weeks ago, flirted gently with the canid, offering to pay for drinks while the music blared. Surprisingly, the wolf seemed to be absorbed in something else, only giving noncommital responces, and, as the lion was about to turn away, he met the wolfs eyes, soft grey, with a fire burning deep within those icy pools. Caught like a deer in the headlights, the lion paused, just long enough for the wolf to grin softly, and slide a paw into the lions tight fitting jeans, teasing the already half-full sheath. "Well, if you want it that badly..." the lion began, moving closer, only to find himself suddenly wanting this wolf, wanting him at his mercy. "maby you should beg..!" That was as far as the lion got, finding his nuts being gently squezed by the wolf, the same, enigmatic smile playing on his muzzle, as the lion realized that he was dealing with a dom, that realization caused his leonine shaft to swell slightly. "Tell you what, if you want it, then meet me, here, in two weeks, ask for the key to room 4." The wolf, gave the lion's sheath and balls another good squeze, before releasing the lion, smiling gently as he returned to the bar, nursing his drink. The lion, obviously believing that he would be more than a handful, leaned over, and gently whispered into the wolfs ear, "Hope you can handle me, pup," and strolled into the crowd, his musk hanging in the air behind him. The lion, completely sure of himself, strolled into the undulating mass that was the dance floor, flirting with anyone he passed by, getting a few offers for a one nighter, eventually deciding to accept the advances of a male horse, who was even more bulked than the lion. One short drive later, the lion found himself in the arms of the horse, slowly opening his appartment door amid roaming paws, and locked muzzles. Once inside, the horse closed and locked the door, smiling at the lion, who met the horse with his own cocky grin. One paw sliding up his shirt, revealing his taught stomach, the horse, holding onto his waistband, not bothering to move, watching. "You want it, don't you lion." The horse laughed, as the lion rumbled deep in his chest, moving closer, pretending to stalk the big equine. The horse took the initiative, stepping close, reaching down to rub the lions bulging crotch, elicting a soft moan from the aroused lion, the scents of thier combined musks filling the appartment. With a single deft movement, the horse removed the lions shirt, pulling the big cat into a tight embrace, whispering into his ear. "You like to play the top, don't you. But now and then, you want to give up control." The lion, surprised by the comment, and the tight grip, squirmed slightly, feeling aroused none the less. The horse laughed, preventing an answer by roughly kissing the lion on the muzzle, leading him to what was apparently the bedroom, opening the door as the lion was pushed roughlty into the room, landing with a suprised mewl face down on the bed, the horse gripping the lion's jeans, flipping the big cat on his back, as the horses paws deftly opening the lion's pants, sliding them down his legs in one quick movement. The lion, still surprised by the speed and ferocity of the actions, just lay there, as the horse gripped the lions ankles, lifting the lions hindpaws up to the equine muzzle. "You like it, being at the mercy of another, don't you kitten." the horse laughed as the lion mewled pittifully, reaching down to stroke his engorged shaft, smiling coyly up at the equine. With a slow, deliberate motion, the horse nibbled on the lions toes, before sliding most of the apendage, sucking noisily on the toes as his horsecock thickened between his legs. The lion, not to sure how to react, squirmed slightly, mildly uncomfortable, though on some level, willing to go along. The horse continued his assault of the lions paws, alternating between rough licking, spreading saliva over the pads and toes in one pass, and sucking on the moist fur, growing even more aroused by the second. The lions paw continued to stroke his barbed shaft, enjoying the show, while all the while, imagining what that huge shaft would taste like. One final pass of the thick tounge, and the horse lowered the lions hindpaws to his waist, rubbing the saliva slick pads over his shaft. "Well well, the little kitten likes being the bitch. well I have plans for you." The horse moved in, releasing the lions hindpaws, gripping the strong calves of the feline, pulling the lion down the bed, the thick horsecock pressing acainst the furred sheath. "I'm going to make you mine lion, and you are going to enjoy every minuite of the fucking you are about to recieve." Now the lion was woried, struggling slightly, not wanting to hurt the horse, and not wanting to bet raped either. "no, Stop, that's enough." The lion pulled back against the bed, but one quick motion from the horse, and the lion found himself on his stomach, his ass sticking in the air as the horses hot breath washed over the lion's balls, a thick tounge sliding out to lap roughly over the furred sack, and thight tailhole. "Mmmm, you are anticipating this, aren't you lion. Part of you screams NO, but part of you moans yes." The horse once again licked over the lions tailhole, sliding his thick tounge into the feline pucker, causing the lion to moan softly, tightening against the intruder. "Yeah, you like that, don't you kitten, you like being the one being controled." The horse laughed, climbing up behind the lion, pressing his thick shaft against the tight hole, pressing teasintly against the tight ring, the lion trying hard not to let him in. "Come now kitten, just relax, let me in, and it will all be over soon. I'l make you my bitch, make you serve me every whim." the horse laughed, slowly working his way into the lions hole. The lion, for his part, tried his best to squirm out of the way, keep that thick cock out of him, but eventually, the superior strength of the equine overpowered him, backed him into a corner, you might say. The first time, is always the most painful, that unaccustomed streching, the almost piercing pain. Each moment seems to last for a melenia, as one is slowly taken. The lion fared no better, having to bite the pillow to stiffile a loud screech from the first thrust, which lasted all 2 and a half feet of thick horsemeat. The horse didn't care, he figured the lion could take it, and if not, then he had more creams and lotions that could speed up the healing and eliminate the pain for as long as it took to get the lion back in shape. With each successive thrust, the lion's muffled cries lessened, as the sharp pain ebbed to little more than a throbing ache, which eventually lessened to pleasure as the horse continued to mount the lion. The lion moaned low in his chest, as the thick horsecock spread his ass wide, adjusting to the size as he realised that the horse was right, in his own way, he did enjoy being the submissive, not as much as the horse believed, but enough to stop resisting, and atleast get a good nights entertainment. The horse gave a low whinny, edging close to orgasm slowly, pistoning in and out of the lion as the lion beneath him stroked his own shaft, eager to get off and be done with it. With each thrust, came more condicending remarks from the horse, and, as the lion heard each remark and comment, he believed it, something in him believing the horse. "You are a worthless little lion-slave, aren't you" "Yeah, come on, take that cock bitch!" The horse slammed hard into the lions ass, forcing himself on the now willing fur, each thrust forcing the heavy equine balls to slap against the lions own impressive orbs. With each thrust, the lion could feel the equines control slipping, the big horse reaching close to orgasm, the lions own barbed shaft throbed with need, pre leaking down to stain the blankets covering the bed, each thrust causing the lion to clench his hole, forcing excited moans from the two of them with each thrust. The horse came first, the only warning the lion had was a particularly hard thrust, hilting the two together, as the tip of the equine shaft flared, releasing the thick, hot seed deep within the writhing lion. The lions own orgasm was set off, causing a mixed mewl/roar that sounded odd comming from a leonid. With little ceremony, the horse violently pulled out of the lion, his flared head catching for a moment on the battered ring, before slipping out with a wet sounding pop. The horse leaned down, licking the brused, battered and sore tailhole, the thick tounge cleaning up any cum that leaked out, causing the lion to moan in a combination of pain and pleasure. Shortly after they both regained thier strength, the lion saw the horse out, "You sure you going to be ok? I know I was a little rough on you." The lion shook his head at the horses comment, smiling gingerly. "No, i'm ok, all I need is a hot bath and some rest... thank you." The lion leaned forward to give the equine a soft kiss, before watching the horse head out the building, taking the time to take a long, hot bath, and a good nights sleep. ~*~*~ If it wasn't for the blessedly concealing chastidy belt, the lion would have brought more attention to himself with that little trip down memory lane, even with baggy pants. Truth be told, he was excited, since that time, he had maby 3 other one nighters, each one satisfying, but nothing like the equine. He couldn't help it, that night, something in him released, a knot of anxiety that he didn't even realise was there, the loss of control, that fleeting moment of panic where uncertanty lurked, that rush of adrenaline making every moment crystal clear... He loved it! The train coasted to a halt at his stop, the lion quickly stepped through the packed car, making it out into the cool night air and heading off towards the club, making it with a few minuites to check out the sizeable crowd. The club, affectionately named "Latex Pride" was basically a huge dance floor, with a bar, a few booths along the walls, and stairs in the back heading down into the basement, which consisted of a dungeon, and a few "private" rooms. There was also a lounge in the basement, used for any furs who wanted to watch some of the movies that the establishment had in stock. The lion stepped up to the bar, signaling the bartender down, "Room 4 key please!" The music pouned around them, the lion held up four fingers, as the bartender nodded, reached beneath the counter and silently handed him a key attached to a diamond shaped card with a pink 4 stenceled on it. Making his way to the stairs, the lion found himself groped by a handsome looking vulpine, giving the fox a quick shake of his head, and heading down to the private rooms, his duffel bag held tightly under one arm. * * * Earlier, Zack sat in his house, practicing his meditation techniques designed to keep his skills under control. It took a while, but the pressure at his temples ebbed and left all together. With a final deep, relaxing sigh, Zack uncurled from his sitting position, laying down on the soft carpet, streching out the stiffness in his legs and back. He had maby two hours before he had to be anywhere near the club, so that gave him time to plan what to do with his lion. He had been tempted, one quick, innocent peek into the big felines mind would have layed the walking mass of muscle and fur before him like an open book, every fantasy, every kink, even vivid memories of the first time the lion evern masterbated... But, Zack resisted, for two reasons. The first reason had to do with privacy, his parents always drilled that into him, to respect others privacy. The second reason, was a bit more... entertaining. It would be a challenge to find out exactly what the lion liked, disliked, and what REALLY sent the felines motor running, and Zack liked a challenge. Twenty minuites and one warm shower later, Zack looked through his closet, wondering which outfir to wear, completely oblivious to what the lion would expect him to arive in. Part of him wanted to wear his police uniform, but Zack dismissed that thought, selecting a simple pair of shorts, tight shirt and leather vest, along with his "dom Cap" a leather beret that fit perfectly on him. Deciding against taking the usual duffelbag of restraints, knowing the club kept each room stocked with numerous toys, Zack quickly made sure that his house was locked up tight, hopping in his car and driving to the club, having to shift in his seat, getting aroused just by the anticipation. At the club, one of the bartenders noticed Zack, nodded and pointed to the stairs, tossing a spare key to the wolf, who stiffled a grin as he slipped down, hesitating at the door, listening. * * * The lion couldn't believe it, the first thing he noticed when entering, was the bed, a sturdy looking four-poster bed that seemed to be attached to both the floor and cieling, making the entire thing as sturdy as the foundations of the club. The second thing, was the whips, cuffs, gags, blindfolds, dildoes, and other parafenalia lining the two walls. Next came the stocks, made from heavy timber, obviously used on furs with some strength behind them. The lion continued to look around, closing the door behind him, noticing the small fridge, opening it to reveal eneumerable lubricants, oils, and various drinks for whomever was using the room. Aside from being aroused beyond belief, the lion couldn't help but slip on a blindfold and stand at attention in the middle of the room, waiting paitiently. His paitience was rewarded with the sound of the door latching closed, Zack had entered the room, noticing the lion facing the bed, holding himslef as still as he could, the only thing moving was his impressive chest muscles, and his tail, twitching slighlty in anticipation. Moving quietly, Zack moved over to the lion, admiring the muscular form before him, "Did you bring a change of clothing, slave?" The lion nodded, his ears twtiching, trying to keep Zack located as the wolf slid his paws up the lions bare stomach, slowly removing the vest, his tounge playing with the lions semi-erect nipples, coaxing out a soft moan from the lion. Zack smiled, letting the lions vest drop to the floor, noticing the cuffs on the lions wrists, looking down to see a matching pair on his ankles, "Mmm, does my slave wish to be at his Masters mercy?" Zack smiled, inwardly, sliding a paw down into the lion's pants... The lion, for his part, nodded rappidly, not being alowed to speak. Zack smiled, but froze, feeling the chastity belt covering the lions sheath. "My my, what's this? Did my slave wish to preserve himself for his master? I don't remember saying you could wear this." The lion seemed to wilt slighlty, as his pants slid to the floor, revealing the leather belt, his shaft straining against the clear plastic covering. Zack wasn't too impressed, but was willing to forgive this little indescretion... maby. With a quick movement, the lion felt the wolf move around behind him, his tail lifting slightly, showing the opening in the belt, allowing his tailhole atleast to be reached. Zack smiled lightly, sliding two fingers around the lion's hole, teasing his slave as he decided what to do first. "Slave, I am going to remove the belt and lead you to the bed, if you resist, you will be punished, understand?" The lion nodded rapidly, giving a soft moan as his shaft was freed of the confines of the belt, aching to reach down to caress his throbing lionmeat. For the lions benifit, he managed to resist, Zack lead his slave to the bed, stopping not too far from the sturdy metal pole. "Slave, kneel." the lion dropped quickly to his knees, shaft standing at attention. "I am going to offer you this once, if you accept, it becomes permanent until I say otherwise, if you refuse, then we will continue for tonite, but go no further. Do you accept my collar, becoming my property now and after?" The lion stiffened, this was one thing he haden't really considered, true, being a slave for a night was exhilurating, as well as the prospect of continuing to serve, but he was unsure of how long the wolf had in mind, it could be anywhere from months, to years... the other concern, was the orders he would have to obey, they could be just about anything. The lion knew that any orders that resulted in direct harm where forbidden, and if that happened, he could openly refuse to obey without any reprisal. But, some orders, like piercings, where a bit more uncertain. "Request permission to speak freely, sir." the lion said, softly, hoping that he would be able to speak. Zack considered it for a moment, his hindpaw lightly nudging the lions throbing shaft, "You may, but only for now." "As much as it would please me to be your slave, what concerns me is the nature of my service..." The lion held back a moan, as well as keeping himself still under the paw. Zack considered, idly caressing the lions balls with his foot, "The nature of your service will vary, though I give you my word that no command will be given without due thought as to the concequences. Is that satisfactory?" The lion nodded, moaning softly at Zacks touch, lifting his chin, awaiting the collar. Zack gently placed the leather band around the lions neck, fastening it securely, while combing out his slaves mane. "Well Slave, I see you are abviously ready to play, however, your master needs a little... incentive." Zack grinned, removing the lions blindfold, letting the lions eyes adjust to the low light, before guiding the lions muzzle close to his sheath. "Take a deep breath slave, and remember your masters scent." The lion, quick to obey, pressed his nose beneath Zacks balls, slowly drawing in the musk laden air, his tounge flicing out to lap at the furred orbs, drawing a soft moan from Zack, as well as an encouraging pat on the head. "That's it slave, get your master hard." Zack leaned back, as the lion slowly dragged his tounge over the wolfs sheath, both arms remaining at his side, the rough feline tounge combing the short fur that covered Zacks sheath, which began to fill out quickly. The lion, watching his masters reactions, continued to slowly lick the wolfs sheath, feeling the shaft slowly begin to slide out beneath his tounge, the rough surface scraping over the sensative tip as it poked out from the warm sheath. Zack gave a gentle gasp, a drop of pre splashing onto the lions tounge, the salty liquid only giving him more reason to continue. Zack was surprised, pleasantly so, the lions tounge was gentle, though insistent enough to get him fully out of his sheath quickly. Reaching down, Zack pulled back his sheath slighlty, giving enough room for his swelling knot to slip free, a barely noticible bulge at the base of his shaft. "Does my slave wish to suck his master off?" Zack smiled ans the lion rested back slightly, giving a single nod. Zack smiled, standing before the lion, reaching down to lift the collar, causing the lion to stand as well. "Well first, I want to play with you." Zack led the lion towards the stocks, helping to securely lock the lion into the unique frame. The lions hindpaws where secured out infront of him, causing him to sit back, his head and wrists secured at an odd angle, forcing him to lean forward, his ass sticking out lewdly. The lion looked mildly concerned, though still game. Zack smiled, walking around his slave, caressing, stroking and rubbing here and there, elicing purrs, moans and the occasional giggle as his claws passed over a ticklish spot. "Well, is my slave ticklish? Interesting." Zack grinned, gently tickling the lions ribs, forcing out a chuckle as the lion squirmed in the stocks, his rear wiggling around provocatively. Zack gave the lions rump a light swat, dropping the support seat causing the lions rear to hang free in midair, only to be met by Zacks semi-hard shaft. "Does my slave want his master to take him?" The lion nodded, then remembered that his head was obscured by the stocks, replying out loud, "Yes, sir. Slave wishes Master inside him." The lion wanted it, badly enough to degrade himself in the hopes of pleasing his new master. Zack, trying hard not to laugh at how quickly this once proud lion was showing his submissive side, slowly teased the lions hole, pressing the tip just within the lions hole, before sliding back out teasingly, one paw having moved around to stroke the lion off, causing the lion to give out a pathetic mewling sound, as he tried to press down on the shaft, and thrust up against the paw at the same time. Zack slowly worked his entire shaft into the lions hole, his knot swelling the whole while, making hte final thrust spread the lion nearly to his limits, causing a pained gasp, followed by a low, rumbling purr. Zack slowly humped against the lions ass, feeling his knot pull against the clenched ring, slightly surprised that the lion wasn't as tight as he thought, though definately not complaining as he continued to thrust his wolfcock into his slave. The lion; his ass hanging free, bent over at the waist, his ankles, wrists, and neck held securely in the stocks, being taken and masterbated by a wolf smaller than him; loved it. Amid moans for more, the lion played over these events in his mind, recalling each previous date he had been on, and for some reason, having all control taken away, at the whim of another, that trully made him feel whole. "M-master! I'm about to!" The ion gasped, feeling his climax building quickly. Zack growled in the big cats ear, "You can cum after I do, hold back as much as you can Slave." Zack, now half mad with lust, continued to thrust up against the lions ass, his knot swolen to previously unheard of size. He could feel it, the lion trying to fight back the urge to cum, while Zacks own balls neared the edge, the beginnings of his orgasm wearing down his self control. With only a sudden burst of speed and a loud, triumphant howl, Zack lost it, his shaft jumped inside the lion, coating the insides with thick wolfseed. The lion, instinctually clenching his ring, only caused Zack to try to pull out, forcing the sensative nerves on his knot to be stimulated, forcing out yet another load. The lion, clenching down on his masters cock, trying hard not to cum, eventually lost it, Zacks paw on his shaft, the hot seed filling his hole, that huge knot pulling at his ring, it was all too much. With a chocked roar, the lion lost it, cumming hard in the wolfs paw, his orgasm rocking his body, as the wolf came again, continuing to buck into the lions ass. The chain reaction continued. Zack, using the lions hard shaft as support, milked, and was milked by the lions powerful orgasm, eventually colapsing onto the exhausted felines back, legs quivering as he tried to keep himself steady, both furs panting heavily as they basked in the warm afterglow, the lions seed having arced up to splatter on his chest and drip slowly from the thick board holding his head and arms. "Unnh.. T-that was... wonderful, sir." The lion panted softly, tail curling around the wolf, Zacks own tail swishing behind him lazily, the wolfs knot slowly deflating as the lion tried his best to keep still. When Zacks knot was small enough, the wolf pulled back, the motion caused the lion to moan softly, the semi-inflated knot pulling at his ring, before sliding out with a wet popping sound, letting a trail of cum leak out before the lion could clench his hole closed. Zack stood back, catching his breath, watching his slaves tailtip flick back and forth, noticing the small trail of drying cum trailing down from the lions hole. Zack, feeling cheritable, moved infront of his slave, a soft smile on his muzzle, unaware that his cap was slighlty askew. "You have a nice ass slave, I will enjoy its use in the future. However, for now i want you to relax." Zack slowly slid a claw over his slaves bound pawpad, causing the lion to jerk and pull at the restricting stocks. The lion, for the most part, knew he was ticklish, always being tickled by his brothers and sisters, and hating every moment of it. That was one of the reasons he spent alot of time excercising. The stronger he was, the less likely anyone would try to do anything to him. Sadly, on a whim he let an aquaintence tie him down and have his way with the lion, only to find that the added muscle didn't dull the sensations, only increasing them to near maddening heights. The lion nearly lost it, beign tickled was his all time worst weakness, and his new master was just beginning to figure that out. Zack, though not into tickling, knew that psychologically, it was a perfect display of his dominance, finding one weakness in the buff lions defences, and exploiting it. With a soft chuckle, Zack began to gently caress the lions paws, his canine claws, slightly blunted, scratched harmlessly along the pads and soles, causing the lion no end in torment. The lion, for his part, did the best he could, gritting his teeth, trying to curl his toes, doing everything he could to prevent from laughing. Zack was enjoying himself enough to let his careful controls slip, sencing the surface thoughts of his slave. Much to his amusement, the lion was managing three seperate thoughts at the same time. <"Nonononononopleasenononono!"> <"Focus, do your hardest not to laugh!!"> <"Please don't go for the sides, please don't go for the sides!"> Zack grinned, continuing until he managed to force out a light giggle from the lion, stopping and slowly moving up to the lions muzzle, one paw caressing the muscular leg, the other reaching out for the lions side, the looks of horror and near orgasmic bliss alternated on the lions muzzle, a display humerous enough in its own right. Zacks paw reached the muscular side, as the claws lightly danced through the soft fur, the lion tensed almost instantly, jaws clenching closed, the feline tail twitching madly as Zacks own tail swished lazily behind him. The lion gasped as Zack seemed to instinctually find each and every ticklish spot, as well as a few that the lion didn't know about, as he finally lost controll, and began to laugh. As if a floodgate had been opened, the lion couldn't stop, and Zack just kept tickling, alternating between the lions armpits, ribs, sides, stomach and hips, causing the lion to buck slightly, trying to get away, while forcing out louder and louder peals of laughter. The lion laughed and pleaded until he began to grow hoarse, only then did Zack relent, reaching around to rub the lions chest, leaning against the big felines back, "Does my slave wish to continue?" The lion, gasping, nodded rapidly, though obviously tired from the nights events. Zack, slowly moving infront of the lion, placed both paws on the stocks, looking the lion in the eyes. "Does my slave wish to continue serving his master?" The lion looked at Zack, thinking hard, weighing the possibilities, before nodding slowly, ears held back in a submissive pose. Zack smiled, moving around to return the back end of the stocks to thier normal position, relieving the stress on the lion, giving the leonine tailhole a teasing caress, before unlocking the padlocks, letting the lion climb out of the stocks, awating his next orders. Zack smiled, standing in the middle of the room. "Slave, kneel before your master." The lion moved close to Zack, his size easily able to overpower the wolf, and kneeled, head bowed slightly, his shaft still hard. Zack lifted the lions chin, pointing the muzzle towards his still hard shaft. "You wanted to suck your master off, now is your chance." The lion gave a low purr, before moving forward, muzzle opening slightly, his tounge sliding out to gently lick Zacks sheath, tasting the sweat and musk on his new master. Zack gave a soft moan as the lion slowly licked along his shaft, his canine knot swelling again as the lion reached the tip, cleaning away the pre before slowly sliding his muzzle around the shaft, taking it all, even the knot. Zack moaned, thrusting gently into his slaves muzzle as the lion rubbed the underside of his shaft with his rough tounge, suckling on the thick member like a kitten wanting milk. The lion continued to rumble gently, paws moving up to hold his masters hips, his muzzle working every inch of the wonderful wolfmeat in his muzzle, pre beginning to leak into the back of his throat. Zack held onto the back of the lions head with one paw, slowly thrusting into the talented muzzle of his slave, feeling his orgasm build once again. The lions tounge rubbed the sensative knot, causing a jet of pre to splash into the lions muzzle, as well as increase Zacks arousal. Sencing his masters need, the lion quickened his pace, part of him wanting to please his master, the other part wanting to taste the warm wolfseed that was his reward. The lions tounge working every inch of wolfcock, sucking hard on his masters shaft, an answering groan and increased pace gave the lion the only hint he would get, as Zack was pushed over the edge. Zack howled as his seed filled his slaves muzzle, the lion greedily gulping down the warm seed, nursing the orgasming wolf as Zacks climax slowly died down, ending the flow of warm seed. Zack gave a low sigh, clearly tired from the night, the lion giving his masters cock a once-over, making sure it was clean, before looking up to see if he did a good job. Zack smiled down at his slave, rubbing the lions ears, before heading to the bed, motioning his slave to follow, standing before the bed, focused on keeping on his feet, "Slave, remove your masters clothing." The lion amost jumped to obey, slowly removing the vest, letting it fall to the floor as the broad paws began to unfasten the wolfs belt, slowly sliding the leggings down, Zack stepping out of them, as he remained standing, the lion looked puzzled, before noticing the hat, gently removing it and placing it carefully on a side table. Zack smiled, his tail swishing gently, pleased as he headed to the bed, motioning the lion up as well. Zack lay down on the bed, his shaft having receded into his sheath, looking the lion-slave in the eyes, "I, your master, wishes you to sleep beside me, I have rented the room for the night, and we could use the rest." The lion nodded, heading to the door, locking it before turning the lights down to the minimum, walking carefully to the bed, eyes adjusting to the dim light as he climbed in beside his master. Zack reached over, gently caressing the lions chest and arms, pulling his slave close, gently kissing the warm muzzle, tasting his cum in the lions muzzle, cuddling gently with his slave as sleep overtook them both. Zack dreamed of tomorow, while his Lion-slave dreamed of his new master finding new ways to torment the helpless feline. End
- * * Ok, this was my first attempt at a Consistent story. I tried to keep grammar, spelling and the timeline reasonable. Zack is my own character, while the lion is just someone I made up. Comments and advice are welcome, but please, no flames. Send any criticism, or help to [email protected] I MAY continue this story, depending on how many e-mails request it. Thanks for reading,