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A bit more intense than my usual stuff but hey... I'd lie if I said I don't fantasize about stuff like this .w.

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[section= Story by FestivalGrey]
The choking haze of cigar smoke was everywhere around Louis. The stag man was led, shivering, into the chamber where the shishigumi boss waited for him. He was naked, clad in nothing but his natural coat and the leash-and-collar combo that the lion criminals had fixed around his neck. And, of course, the bindings tight around his wrists. He’d tried to struggle out of them already, but the shishigumi were practiced at tying up captives, it seemed. He was theirs.

What was supposed to be a sneaky investigation into a crime syndicate had gone wrong, so wrong. Still remembering the ‘4’ tattooed on his foot, he’d feared being used as illicit meat once he’d got caught by these ruthless carnivores.

Fool that he was; he was going to serve as meat, all right. But in a different sense than he’d expected.

The shishigumi boss, a proud and powerful middle-aged lion with a mane of dark brown, a perfectly tailored suit, and thin half-moon spectacles, lounged in a chair. His pants were unbuttoned and his cock—already at half-chub—was dangling out. His subordinates yanked Louis close to him and pawned the deer-man’s leash to him; the boss immediately tightened his grip, forcing Louis to stumble forward in clear discomfort.

“So you’re the deerslut the boys picked up,” he mused. His voice was low and unamused. “You’re lean… slender… I bet you have a lot of experience sucking cock, don’t you?”

The other lions chuckled darkly and Louis felt a surge of anger and shame inside of him. “Fuck you,” he snarled.

With an aggrieved sigh, the boss yanked Louis’s leash. The motion caused the young man to surge forward with surprise, his muzzle meeting the lion’s cock. The smell of it was overpowering: pungent, musky, salty. He tried to shy away but couldn’t. His leash was too tight.

“Careful what you wish for,” the lion mused. “Oh yes, I’d be careful if I were you. The butchers are always waiting, you know.”

A chill settled on Louis. Slaughtered… for meat…

“But,” the boss continued, “you seem like a good suckslut, and that ass of yours looks plenty tight. I’m sure we can find other uses for you that neither of us finds distasteful. Now.” He jabbed his cock at Louis’s muzzle. “Go ahead, doe.”

The taunt rang out in Louis’s ear and he almost tried biting the shaft just out of spite—but the thought of the butcher (for surely that’s what awaited him if he was obstinate) stayed him. Instead, tears of shame and humiliation beading in the corner of his eyes, he tenderly began to kiss and slurp at the shishigumi boss’s cocktip.

The lion leaned back with a satisfied sigh. He tapped his cigar against his armrest, a few speckles of ash crumbling off onto the floor. “Good slut,” he mused. With his other hand he kept a tight grip on Louis’s leash. “Yes, very good.”

Louis kissed and tenderly fellated the cock, layering it with his tongue and gently servicing his captor. Against his own wishes—he couldn’t help a bodily response!—his own cock, much smaller than the lion’s, began growing erect down between his legs. The onlooking criminals noticed and pointed, guffawing and mocking.

“Well,” the boss mused after a minute or so, “this was a good warm-up. But you can do more than kiss like a virgin maiden, can’t you?”

“Mrf… nnh…” Louis’s mouth was busy fellating, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to take that cock inside of him!

The boss paused for a moment as his stag continued to kiss and lick his cocktip, never actually taking it inside the mouth. “That wasn’t a suggestion, slut.” Defiantly, Louis continued kissing—and doing no more than that.

The shishigumi’s eyes grew stormy. “Let me make this clear. If my dick isn’t down your throat in the next three seconds, you won’t like what happens next.” Visions of butchery filled Louis’s fearful mind. “One… two…”

Hating his captor, the stag glared up defiantly, refusing to take the shaft in his mouth. He didn’t care what they did to him—he had pride. The boss’s mouth thinned and Louis’s body tightened, preparing for mistreatment, but the boss simply handed over a leash to one of his subordinates. The younger lion yanked his captive up with a none-too-gentle pull.

“Never say I’m not a man of my word,” the boss mused. “You know what to do, boys. Take that one and don’t bring him back until you’ve trained him to be a good doe.”

And with a tightening of Louis’s leash, the lion led him away.

---

Legoshi’s mouth still hurt, and he felt sore. He’d heard about Louis investigating the shishigumi, and had worried about his friend, following in the stag’s footsteps. Only too late did he realize that Louis had been captured—and that the shishigumi knew he was after them.

They’d captured him, and then his mistreatment began.

He’d made the mistake of snapping at them when they’d captured him. To avoid any risk of further bites, his captors had begun filing his fangs down. “Make sure you don’t get any funny ideas when we decide to sell that pretty hole of yours,” one of them had said as they went about their grim business.

Any doubts that Legoshi held about what they had in store for him were diminished soon enough. After the filing was done—leaving him weak and sore—the shishigumi had taken him and stripped him out of his clothes, easily overpowering him through sheer numbers alone. Then, holding him down, they fixed a dirty old collar on him.

But that was hardly the only indignation that Legoshi had to put up with. Before long they’d advanced on him, grinning cruelly as they held a chastity cage up to him.

“G-Guhh—nnooo—” Legoshi managed to force out. He tried to break free, wiggling his hips to make it hard for the lions to cage him, but all that he accomplished was an extra half-minute or so of freedom. They put the tight, uncompromising metal cage around his dick, keeping it snug and taut, and Legoshi whined from the discomfort. Their touch inadvertently prompted him to erection, and his cock tried to chub up—but the cage was unyielding, and before long he was driven to distraction by the uncomfortable tightness around it. Against his will, a thin stream of precum began to eke out of his tip, smearing up the cage.

“Gahah!” one shishigumi said, pointing at him. “The little wolf likes it, boys!”

Another jumped in. “What a mess he’s making! Hey, wolfslut, you enjoy making yourself all sticky for us?”

I-I don’t… want…” Legoshi muttered. All that his words did was prompt a series of dark chuckles from the onlookers.

“Well, don’t worry about nothing,” one lion said with faux kindness. “After all, you’ll have plenty more to occupy yourself before long.” They pushed him into a dingy truck and he felt the unfamiliar bumps and jolts as he raced along, mind racing. Where were they taking him? Would Louis be there?

All the while, the shishigumi pawed through his clothes and other goods, snickering about how much it’d fetch. “Oi, boys, looky here! Wallet’s got some cash in it. Finders keepers, eh?”

“Eh, keep it, you fuck,” said another. “That phone’s in good condition, should sell for a proper amount.”

Burning with humiliation, Legoshi tried to growl again—but the lions were hardly intimidated.

When his truck ride ended, they shoved him out. He was in a dingy tent of dusty maroon canvas near the edge of town, and a large number of coarse-looking animals were around, studying him. An outpost for the black market, most likely.

“Boss wants to put you to work,” a brutish-looking lion said congenially. He led Legoshi to an impromptu set of stocks made of sticks and strapped him in. Once Legoshi was good and tight, another lion hung a dry-erase board from the stocks. On it, he’d scrawled:

FUCK THE WOLF! BLOWJOB $40 ANAL $75. *HERBIVORES GET 25% OFF!*

“Plenty of herbivores want to take out their frustrations on a meat-eater,” the lion said conspiratorially to Legoshi. “But they don’t mind dealing with lions to sate those urges. Hypocrites.”

Nearby, two burly men were negotiating with the shishigumi. One, a tall grey-colored stallion, handed over a wad of cash and approached Legoshi, unzipping his pants. A truly massive cock emerged from within.

Legoshi began scuffling sideways, the stocks jostling as he moved. “W-wait!” His words sounded slurred and muted thanks to his filed-down teeth. “I don’t—!”

Further protestations were cut off as the stallion rudely shoved inside. Legoshi screamed.

---

Louis thought he might be taken to be slaughtered—or, if he was to stay here, given a cot in a dingy room to sleep before his next bout ‘servicing’. But to his surprise, he was shoved into a wide, spacious chamber—an empty storage room, most likely—to a waiting mob of a solid half-dozen shishigumi. The lions were leering, and each one had their dicks out. They’d pushed various old items to the edge of the chamber: half-emptied boxes, a dresser, an old mirror.

“What’s wrong, slut?” asked the one leading him. He bullied Louis into the room, locking the door behind him. “Never seen a hungry pride of lions before?” He chuckled. “Course, we’re hungry in a different way…”

“Get the fuck away from me!” Louis said, scrambling to his feet. His own cock flopped between his legs, smaller and less provocative than his captors’. “Assholes! Scum!”

“Tsch.” One lion, unamused, strode towards Louis. The deer backed away, angling his head and antlers—the one avenue of protection he had left—at them.

“Back off!” Louis said. “I’m warning you!”

But his warnings came to naught. The lion’s paw was like lightning; he grabbed one of Louis’s antlers near the base and began to pull. Louis gasped—the pressure, the force of it was both distracting and overwhelming. Whining pathetically, he tried to shy back, only for the lion to yank his arm the other direction. The motion snapped Louis’s antler off near his skull.

It didn’t hurt—there were no nerves in Louis’s antlers. But the humiliation, the shock of it, left the deer youth speechless. You… you simply didn’t treat deer this way. Their antlers were everything. You didn’t… you mustn’t…

“Stupid slut.” The shishigumi cast the antler away and forced Louis to his hands and knees. The young man was sobbing openly now under his one antler. This was somehow an even worse violation than being made to suck off the boss had been. It was… terrible…

“Where’s the fire from before?” another lion called as his fellow took his place behind Louis’s ass. The stag felt the solid tip of lion cock press against his asshole. The sensation sent a whipcrack of shock and stimulus throughout his body. He whined needily, eyes wide.

“Pl-please don’t,” he said. “Please, I—NYYRRAAAAAHH!” Louis’s voice pitched high as the lion plunged into his ass. He began tightening sharply around the intrusion, stammering and sobbing. The fire of penetration surged through him, followed by an insistent drumbeat of pleasure that swept out of his ass and through the rest of his body. The lion hiked out only to plunge back in, even harder; Louis’s voice devolved into a needy, stuttering whine. From the corner of his eye he could, grotesquely, make out his own form in the mirror, pushed back and forth by the shishigumi.

As Louis moaned, another captor took his open mouth as an invitation. As the first one pounded his ass with aplomb, the other lined up and pushed his cock back into Louis’s maw. The deer’s voice devolved into a wet, muffled “mllk” as he was spitroasted from both ends. The other lions pointed and jeered, some lighting up cigs, and the one plowing his ass grabbed the bottom of Louis’s thighs and half-lifted him from the floor, repositioning him and angling him so that he could take deeper and longer strokes.

The world swam; Louis’s eyes were watering and even without that he felt faint. Delirious. He didn’t know if he could take much more of this…

“What’s the matter, boy?” the shishigumi fucking his ass taunted. “Too much to handle? Shoulda thought of that before you fucked with us…”

The other shishigumi were in a loose circle around them; some had their phones out, recording Louis’s humiliation for posterity, while others were whacking off to the sight unfurling before them. One grunted and painted Louis’s hide with cum as he sprayed all over him. Surrounded by a forest of bodies, he spied once more a there-and-gone glance of his own pathetic form in the mirror.

“Shoulda listened to the boss,” the one in his mouth said. A heavy paw wrapped around Louis’s other antler and began to yank. “AHLK! Nllllkkkk!” Louis protested. Please, don’t break the other one! PLEASE!

“Oh well. Plenty of time to learn.” He kept on yanking and to his dismay, Louis felt his antler start to give…

---

“You’re outta yer fucking mind if you think I’m paying full price for sloppy seconds!”

The coarse voice was lewd and taunting in Legoshi’s ear; limply, the much-abused wolf raised his head from the stocks. One of his would-be ‘clients,’ a buff tiger, was arguing with the shishigumi.

“I mean, look at him!” He pointed accusatorily towards Legoshi. “He’s leaking more cum than a weekend whore.”

He wasn’t wrong. Legoshi could feel the slick, sticky fluids coating just about everywhere around him. A solid half-dozen men had already had a go at his ass, which was sore beyond belief and leaking cum from its gaping entrance. His mouth, too, was crusted with cum. He’d swallowed as much as he could and now even his stomach felt tight and full. His cock was still caged and had, predictably, refused to overcome its chastity. The ever-present strain of his would-be erection against the unfeeling metal was almost more distracting than being used was.

Legoshi was simply grateful that the tiger’s outburst had given him a break. He’d feared what would happen when he’d been caught, but the past hour or so had been brutal beyond even his most fearful imaginings. He was limp and sore, and it seemed like he would never be free of cum.

The shishigumi struck a bargain with the tiger. They wiped out the dry-erase board, drawing smaller numbers for both a blowjob and anal sex. They also added a “USES TODAY” tally for transparency. The current number was fourteen.

The tiger snorted. “That’s more like it.” He approached Legoshi, grabbed the wolf’s tail, yanked it up—and plunged in.

Despite how loose he was now, despite the extra cum in him serving to speed the intrusion along, it was still one hell of a sensation. Legoshi shuddered bodily, clenching despite himself and spurring his ‘client’ into more pleasure; he could feel each unyielding inch of tiger cock inside of him. One thrust inadvertently nudged past his prostate and he choked weakly, overwhelmed by arousal; his cock strained fruitlessly against its cage, trying to manifest its own arousal. Though it failed, it pumped weakly, dribbles of cum smearing against the inside of the cage. The shishigumi took a pause from counting their money to point at it and laugh.

“Little slut likes it! You enjoy taking big dick, mutt?”

“Hnnnh… haahn…”

They shook their heads in disapproval; all the while, another client, this one a zebra, pawned off some money and took a position near Legoshi’s muzzle.

How foolish it was to think he’d get a break. This wasn’t even close to being over.

---

Another lion pulled out of Louis’s mouth and he buckled over, weakly coughing up cum. His body felt sore and used, and he was absolutely coated in fluids. The shishigumi continued passing him around between each other; by the time one was done, another would be ready to go. How many times had they cum in him? He’d lost count…

They’d broken his other antler. He was no stag now. When they mocked him as ‘doe’ it stung just a little more. He rested there on hands and knees, cogent of the cum trickling out of his mouth and ass to spatter against the floor in messy union. He… he was…

“Did we say you could take a fucking break, doe?” A rough paw hit his back and pushed him bellyfirst against the floor. He groaned as he felt the cum mat against his belly fur. The shishigumi tched.

“Fucking disgusting, filthy little beast. Oy! Clean ‘im off, will ya?”

Louis had only a split second to wonder how, exactly, they planned to clean him before the lion stepped away and another chucked a bucketful of cold water at him. The water was like a shock, drenching his fur and sopping off of him. Louis shivered—but found himself unable to react more than that. He was just… too tired. Too weary. Too beaten down. He tried not to look at himself, miserable and shivering in the mirror. He needed a break…

One hand yanked his leash and hoisted him up. He groaned and they used his open mouth as an invitation, quickly cutting him off as they shoved inside.

“Lucky boss took a shine to you, little thing. Otherwise it’d be off to the market for you. Maybe to a buyer who’d make you their own pleasure slave? Or someone who just wants some meat…”

“Mggkl…” Louis’s voice was inarticulate around the cock he was throating. He didn’t want to throw himself into servicing the shishigumi like this, but… but perhaps if he was passive, they would be easier on him…

With a contemptuous snort, the shishigumi grabbed his ear and yanked forward, forcing Louis to  take the whole cock in his mouth, his nose bumping against the lion’s torso. “Maybe we were too quick to break off those antlers,” he muttered. “Those things make great handlebars…”

“Nah.” Another shishigumi, uncaring that Louis was still wet and soaked, approached him from behind. “Was a good thing to remind him of his place.”

As they kept taunting him, Louis realized that if Legoshi saw him like this… he didn’t know how he’d take it. He’d internalized that his friend would chase him down, try to free him, might even succeed. But… but if Legoshi saw him like this, then… what point was there? Antlers broken, will broken, sore and weak and well-used. It was a hideous idea.

The lion behind him slammed into Louis’s ass and before the deer realized it, he was cumming. His small, modest cock was full and erect and spurting. The onlooking lions pointed and guffawed, mocking him for it. He just shut his eyes, trying to ignore the truth. He couldn’t grapple with this anymore.

And yet, with his eyes shut, all he could focus on were the sensations: cock in his ass, his own dick cumming. It felt… good.

And he hated it.

---

“Hey pup, what’s the unlock number for your phone?” A coarse paw slapped Legoshi upside his head. “Listen up, pup, I’m fucking talking to you!”

Legoshi’s head rang from the blow; the captive wolf whined around the cock in his mouth. Fluid, not his, was spattered around his muzzle and congealing in his fur. Every time that one of his ‘clients’ came inside of him he tried to gulp it down as fast as he could, but sometimes it didn’t succeed. A long rivulet of cum snaked out of his nostril. It was a distracting, nettling sensation.

The buffalo in his mouth chuffed and slammed forward; the thick cock, complete with a medial ring, tensed and pulsed in Legoshi’s mouth. His eyes fluttered and he tried to gulp down even more. There was already so much in his gut… he felt packed-tight, as if he was f