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Leo pads up to Vittel and looks him up and down. "Looking sharp. So, what's in store for me this time?"

Vittel smirks down to the lion, and answers: "You look so hot most of the males at the gym would pay a lot to play with you, my little pussy."

Leo blinks at that. "Oh, would they, now..." he says, blushing somewhat. "This kitty's not for rent - they'll have to live vicariously through the videos..."

As they keep talking the lynx comes up to them: "I see you guys are ready, any question about each of your roles?" Vittel shakes his head; He had gone over the entire movie and knew the story by heart.

Leo raises a tentative hand - he has no idea what's going on... "Um... What is my role, here, anyway?" he looks from Vittel to the lynx and back - all he knows it he's all dolled up and has been walked around in a leash for a bit. This thing must have a script, right?

The lynx sighs and says: "You mean you don't know what you are up to?" She rubs her temples trying to calm down, exasperated. "You simply stay quiet, I will have Vittel do the main role, so, I think we better gag you, the main idea is simply that you must be as submissive as possible, Vitt, come with me to the script box, we gotta modify it."

Leo fidgets a little, shifting the plug in his rear. "Submissive." he mutters, as Vittel and the lynx walk off together, "I can do that." He says, looking around the mostly deserted parking lot, glad it's a dry, bright day, as he's barefoot. In fact, he's not even wearing anything on his legs at all...

The hyena and the lynx get back really soon, not really having much to discuss, and the lynx tells Leo. "I'm sorry but we will have to gag you, and I think it's better to give you an idea of what's going to happen." Vittel yawns and says: "While you do that, Tesh, I'm going to grab another cup of coffee, I am all over the place."

Leo looks from Tesh to Vittel and back. "Gag me? Well, I suppose I won't need to learn any lines, then." He grins. "Do I get a choice of gag, or is there one that goes with the rest of this?" He asks, gesturing at himself, indicating his makeup, dress and by extension, the plug, too.

Tesh just looks at him with a knowing look. "Well, we hadn't planned to gag you, but I believe the best choice in this case is the dildo gag, no worries, it is not too indecent." She then walks to the trailer that has a red awning that provides shelter from the sun, and takes a look at the gags on offer. She picks up a dildo gag, with lots of black leather straps, and tries it on, half jokingly. "You know, I would myself love to be in your place, it is an honor to play with Vitt, let alone be part of the movie."

Leo eyes the gag, which doesn't look too big. "Oh? I didn't know he was famous..." He holds a hand out, then cocks his head. "unless you want to do it for me?" he asks, smiling slightly. Shooting must be starting soon - they wouldn't want him gagged for too long, now would they?

The hyena comes back with a cup of coffee in his hand, and looks at Tesh playing with the gag. "You sure should try to play with us at some time, I'm willing to give you a private session if Leo here agrees." The lynx blushes slightly, as she gives the gag to the lion.

Leo takes the gag, and slides the dildo into his mouth and buckles all the straps loosely, feeling for the prong - which... ah, is the locking sort - first, the one around the back of his head, then the one over the top, which connects to it, and finally the one around his muzzle. He mumbles a question, blushing quite a bit already as he tightens the straps some more, now everything's in place. The question he can't really articulate is 'you aren't really going to lock it on, are you?'

Vittel smiles and grabs the lion's arm, and says: "You look adorable like that... I got to make some pics of you before you get the gadgets off. Remind me later." He takes a hand sliding down his back, grabbing his ass and pushing the buttplug with two fingers, as Tesh says; "Nay, let me take the pic of you two together." She picks up a camera from the table where the dildos were, and says; "Say cheese..." As the flash goes off.

Leo can only manage an "Mmph" through the gag, though his 'cheese!' would have been a yelp anyway, what with Vittel shoving on his plug and making him jump as Tesh takes the photo. He turns to glare indignantly at Vittel as the lynx smiles at the back of the camera.

Vittel waits for Tesh to hand the camera over, and he laughs softly as he shows the pic to his mate. "Don't we look cute in this photo? I'm gonna keep it, remind me later to get the picture frame." Then there is a shout coming from the stage, saying: "Filming in five!"

Leo looks at the photo and nods, blushing - he has to admit, they do look cute together, even if he hardly recognises himself, and wraps one arm around Vittel as he hears the call for filming. Time to go, and all he still knows is what he's not doing. Ah well, he wouldn't be here if he didn't want an adventure, after all. He takes a deep breath through his nose and nods, ready to begin.

Vittel grabs the leash hanging from the lion's neck and starts walking to the set. He enters through a steel door, and then he winces a bit at the bright lights. After he gets used to it he drags the lion along, while a crux is waiting for them. "Who-is-gonna-be-on-the-cross?" The smallish crux asks, being only 4 feet tall and around 60 pounds, lean and a bit muscled.

Leo trots along behind Vittel, trying not to get jerked forwards as they step onto the set and emerge, blinking, into lights brighter than the daylight outside, and finally finds someone he can look down on. He looks at the little crux and cocks his head. "Cross?" he mumbles, made unintelligible by the gag, but trying anyway, "What cross?"

Vittel points directly and trying to make fun of the lion by pointing him with his index right finger over his head, and smirks. "Well-come-with-me-we-gotta-set-ourselves-up-fast" The little crux says, taking gently his arm, and starts to lead him to the large Saint Andrew's cross in the middle of the stage.

Leo looks at the large wooden cross, and wonders if he can even spread his legs that wide. He thanks the Crux with a noise and a pat on the shoulder, and gestures, asking which way around he should be.

The little crux doesn't bother to answer, and taking his arms from the lion's front he gently makes him step backwards against the cross. Then the little crux says, pointing at the wooden footrests on the base of the cross. "Please-step-on-them" he requests really fast.

Leo steps on first one, then the other footrest, spreading his legs quite wide, and pressing on the plug in his rear as he shifts, getting settled against the cross. He raises his arms without being prompted, pressing them against the smooth wood and tries to smile around the gag at Vittel and the Crux.

The crux bends at the waist to close the leather straps against the lion's ankles, and then after he is done he simply climbs up dexterily up the cross, and secures both the right and left wrists, while he climbs down and smiles. "A-job-well-done..." The lion is spread on the cross, and he is tied by leather black straps, his torso hanging a bit forth.

Leo looks around at the straps securing his wrists and ankles and wriggles, pulling and tugging on them to no avail. He nods down at the crux, and cocks his head at Vittel in a 'what's next?' sort of way - not having to look upwards helps quite a bit with that.

The crux walks away in swift steps, as the hyena looks at him, raising his gaze for the first time to look at the lion. "Hun, I'm sorry but the next scene won't be kind, I hope you can endure heavy whipping, the scene goes like this: I will talk to the camera as I whip you, with a bad attitude, and then jack you off really hard until you come. Sorry, but that's the script."

Leo swallows audibly. Just what the hell have I got myself into? he asks himself. Whips aren't his cup of tea by any means, but at least there's the promise of pleasure after the pain. He looks Vittel in the eye and nods, despite his trepidation - he can do this.

The cameraman zooms the large studio camera to the face of the hyena, and he smiles toothily. In five minutes they would start the action, and he prepared himself to be what he was supposed to be: The most hideous, loathsome and torturing dom he could be. The cameraman took his hand counting backwards, while his fingers made a signal they were to start in five minutes.

Leo smiles a little around the gag, trying for a supportive expression, but mostly ends up drooling. He tries sucking the wet thread back in, but it doesn't really work - he just reminds himself that he's got rubbery invaders in both ends. Not that he'd forgotten that, exactly, it's just that other things suddenly took precedence, pushing them - and the dress, and even the makeup - back, letting them settle in his mind, as though they should be, which is just weird, right? Or, he suddenly thinks, am I just trying to distract myself? Well, either way, here it comes...

The cameraman starts rising his thumb, signal that he is recording, and the hyena bows deeply, to the camera, as he takes a deep bow to the camera, and then he brushes his claws against Leo's fur. "Welcome all, here is our slave, Leo; He will provide us tonight a lot of fun, since he is going to be publicly humiliated. Here in this studio we got more or less 50 people, on the crowd sitting there." The cameraman focuses the camera on the lion's expression, as he pans to the people sitting on a set of iron benches, as they all took their seat, while they talk and make noise. The hyena looks down at the camera and then to the crowd, and says: "Please all of you, quiet down, we are about to start..."

Leo looks at the freshly gathered studio audience, one that seems to have coalesced out of nowhere. OK, where did you all come from? he wonders, while a blush heats his cheeks - and other parts also respond to a fresh rush of blood in their own predictable fashion. The thought of his growing erection being on display, especially in this sort of situation sets up a sort of feedback loop of arousal and humiliation, and can't help but squirm and writhe - and clench around the plug in his rear, which adds it's own contribution to the blushing, squirminess that's strapped to the cross in full view of everyone, making the tip of his by now very erect cock tent his skirt for them all to see.