Part 10 – Alpha's Den

They left Mitchell’s car in an all-night car park that was apparently just a few streets away from Alpha’s Den, and walked the rest of the way.

Michael found himself feeling incredibly self-conscious, even though he was wearing a jacket and jeans over his leather gear, and Mitchell was allowing him to go the rest of the way to the club without a leash. He’d noticed Zack frown a little at that, but the rottweiler hadn’t commented.

The young lion was nothing but impressed by Daniel, allowing himself to be led through the streets on a leash, wearing only the leather items Zack had permitted him to wear. He could understand that he was doing it to please his Master, but it was something Michael had trouble imagining himself doing that any time soon. Fortunately, the streets were dark and almost completely deserted at this hour, so there weren’t too many about to gawk at this strange party of leather clad furs.

It turned out that the entrance to Alpha’s Den was located down a side alley, with no way to mark it out as the entrance save for a simple brass plaque beside the windowless double doors. It simply read ‘Alpha’s Den’.

Mitchell and Zack led the way inside. As Michael followed the panther, he could feel his heartbeat quicken in anticipation of what he’d find through those doors. So he was slightly disappointed to find himself in a small lobby area instead of what his imagination had conjured up as his first view of a ‘Master’s Club’.

It was elaborately decorated, with a lavish red carpet on the floor and potted plants in the corners. There were doors in the left hand wall, one labelled ‘M’ and one labelled ‘S’, and Michael could guess what they stood for. Directly ahead was another set of double doors from which could be heard some faint music. He supposed that must be where the main club was.

Leaning against the wall beside these doors were a couple of large burly furs in sharp suits. While he had not been to many clubs in his life, he knew enough to recognise bouncers when he saw them. The first was a heavily built grizzly bear, barely fitting into his suit. He had a couple of silver stud earrings in his left ear.

The other bouncer was a raccoon, and he was the biggest raccoon Michael had ever seen. He’d never thought raccoons could be so large and muscular, but this guy was, standing at about six feet high and filling out his suit quite nicely. He was reading a book, a tattered old paperback with some generic science-fiction image on the cover.

“Hey!” Said the bear, nudging his fellow bouncer. “We have customers.”

The raccoon looked up from his book. “So? It’s just Zack and Mitch.” He went back to reading.

The bear gave the arrivals a polite smile before turning angrily to his comrade. “What did we talk about just last night?” He growled, snatching the book away.

“Hey! I was just getting to the good part!” The raccoon complained.

“We’re supposed to greet all the customers!” The bear snarled. “You do remember how pissed old Alpha got at us last night, don’t you?”

“But it’s just Zack and Mitch!” The raccoon protested. “I didn’t think that…”

“Didn’t we also discuss how thinking is not your strong point?” The bear interrupted.

Before this could go any further, Mitchell intervened. “We’re still here you know.”

The bear glared at the raccoon. “We will be having a long talk about the value of professionalism later.” He then returned his attention to the new arrivals, missing the face the raccoon pulled.

“Sorry about that.” The bear muttered. “Welcome to Alpha’s Den! You’re coming a little late tonight, but it’s good to see you again, Zack, Mitch, Daniel… oh, I see you have someone new with you.”

Mitchell smiled and patted the young lion on the shoulder. “Yeah, this is Michael.”

“Well, people just generally call me Bull.” The bear explained. “Don’t know where I picked up that nickname. My friend here is known as Rock, because he’s as tough as one, and is about half as smart.”

“So you found yourself someone new at last then, Mitch?” Said Rock.

“Quick, isn’t he?” Bull muttered.

“Daniel, why don’t you take the newbie to go get changed?” Said Zack, impatiently.

“Yes, Master.” The Alsatian placed a firm hand on Michaels’ shoulder and guided him toward the door marked ‘S’.

Beyond the door was a changing room, with lockers lining the walls. Many of them were already locked, but a number of them were hanging open. Some even had names on them, indicating that regulars to the club had their own lockers. Daniel selected a couple at the end of the room and stripped off his leather shorts, unleashing his large cock to dangle between his legs. He dropped them inside one of the lockers he’d picked out and locked it. The rest of his outfit, the complicated leather harness, the gauntlets and the armband, remained in place.

With a sigh, Michael slipped off his shoes, and then stripped off his jeans and his jacket. It was while stripping off his jeans that he suddenly realised he still had a butt plug filling his ass. He’d got so used to the feeling of it, he’d forgotten it was there. He briefly considered removing it and leaving it with his clothes, but since he didn’t have permission, he thought it was best to leave it. Besides, he liked having it in there.

He put his shoes in the locker and then stuffed in his jeans and jacket before he closed it. Michael took a deep breath to calm his nerves. There was definitely no going back now.

The lion looked himself over. He liked the way the leather harness and the jockstrap looked on him, and he was surprised at how quickly he’d got used to the bicep strap and wrist cuff adorning his right arm.

Daniel reached over, locked the lion’s locker, and gave Michael the key. “The keys go to our Masters.” He explained. “Who will leave them in their lockers. That is the way things are done here.”

Michael nodded in understanding and followed as the huge alsatian led the way out of the locker room. He also followed Daniel’s example as he handed over his key to his Master. Mitchell took the key from Michael with a smile.

“Daniel.” Said the panther. “Could you perhaps explain the club rules to Michael while you’re waiting for us?”

The alsatian nodded respectfully. “Yes Sir.”

The two Masters disappeared through the door marked ‘M’, leaving their slaves to wait with the bouncers. Daniel turned his attention to Michael.

“Alpha’s is primarily a place where those with an interest in a Master/slave lifestyle may come and enjoy themselves.” He explained. “Either through socialising with others of the scene, or through sexual activity. The club rules are very simple. No one is permitted inside without being appropriately dressed as either a Master or slave. Any Masters must be full club members, but slaves don’t have to be. I believe this is to attract large numbers of slaves for the Masters to choose from.”

Michael nodded in understanding.

“All owned slaves must be collared at all times.” Daniel went on. “Any slave without a collar must obey the commands of any Master once within the club, and failure to do so results in being banned from the club for life. A slave may use the club safe word ‘Alaska’ if he doesn’t like what a Master is having him do. Any Master who fails to respect the safe word is banned for life. Master Alpha is extremely strict on that point. But any slave who uses the safe word too often can risk being banned for a short time.”

Michael was secretly glad of the collar around his neck. He would be entering as Mitchell’s slave, so he supposed he wouldn’t be asked to do anything by any other Masters. Well, not without the panther’s permission at least.

“The main area of the club is for socialising and entertainment.” Daniel was still explaining. “It is preferred that any overt sexual activity be carried out in the multitude of private areas in the back of the club. Anything beyond a little discreet cock sucking is frowned upon in the main area. There is a bar in the club, but only basic refreshments are available to uncollared slaves. However, collared slaves are only permitted refreshments with the permission of their Master.”

“And finally, not a rule, cub, but a piece of advice.” Said Daniel. “Be on your best behaviour at all times. Any mistakes we make will reflect badly on our Masters.”

Michael nodded. “I understand. I’ll do my best.”

“Don’t worry too much about it.” Bull interrupted. “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Said Michael. He didn’t really share the bear’s confidence.

“Now, none of that.” Bull said, seriously. “No calling me or Rock here ‘sir’. Or ‘Master’. Or anything like that. Neither one of us are into that sort of thing. Hell, neither one of us are even gay. We’re both straight.”

That certainly took Michael by surprise. This was the last place in the world he would have expected to find a couple of straight guys spending their time.

“No need to look so shocked.” Bull chuckled. “We’re not homophobes or anything. Old Alpha wouldn’t have hired us otherwise. I can’t speak for Rock, but I’m here for the money. Alpha pays very well, and he’s a good guy, a good employer. And I may not be into what goes on back there in the club, but that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with it.”

“Doesn’t bother me either.” Rock added. “Just not my thing.”

“So no calling us ‘Master’ or anything like that.” Said Bull. “Think of it as an unofficial club rule.”

The young lion nodded in acknowledgment.

Mitchell and Zack returned a few seconds later. Zack had put away his jacket and also removed his jeans and so was now only wearing his boots and tight leather shorts, which showed off both his bulging crotch and his thickly muscled legs. Mitchell had put away his jacket and t-shirt, leaving the handsome black panther bare-chested, but his boots and combat trousers remained. They were both strapping on basic leather cuffs on their left wrists as they emerged from the changing room, probably in order to mark themselves out as Masters when they were in the club. Michael supposed they must have had them stored in their lockers for this purpose.

Michael noticed how Daniel’s smile widened upon seeing the way his Master was dressed.

The two Master’s wasted no time in leading their slaves through the main doors and into the club beyond, giving the two bouncers a quick nod as they went. Michael took another deep breath as he followed the handsome panther, taking in the full view of what lay through the doors.

The club was large and cavernous; occupying what Michael guessed could have been a converted warehouse. Along the walls were private booths. More tables and chairs were cluttered around the large dance floor, which was full of furs strutting their stuff in time to the thumping music that filled the air.

To one side, there was a bar against one wall, where a big doberman was serving drinks to the club patrons. On the wall opposite the bar was a stage that was currently not in use. Michael also noticed that there was a large balcony on the far wall, with a staircase leading up to it. Beneath the balcony was a wide archway leading to what Michael assumed must be the private areas that Daniel had mentioned.

“What do you reckon, Mitch?” Said Zack. “Should we go say hi to Alpha first?”

Mitchell laughed. “Of course. You know how offended he gets if we don’t.”

The two Master’s led the way through the club, the two slaves following them respectfully. Walking through the club proved to be quite educational for Michael due to the sheer variety of Master and slave couples on display.

In one booth, he spotted a black furred bear in leather; calmly sipping his drink while a naked cheetah slave sucked him off under the table. And just in the next booth along were a pair of leather-clad masters, a raccoon and an otter. The otter was holding the leash of a fox slave who stood beside the table. The slave was covered in more leather than Michael would have thought possible. If hadn’t been for the tail, he’d have had trouble telling he was a fox.

He noticed various furs in different coloured leathers. He noticed plenty of red and yellow on display and shuddered as he remembered what Mitchell had told him that this symbolised. There were various other colours, which just mystified him. It was slightly irritating knowing that it meant something, but not having a clue as to what exactly. He would have to ask his Master if the opportunity came up.

They proceeded through the club toward the stairs that led up to the balcony, Michael continuing to gaze about at the patrons. One pair that stuck out were the Master with his slave who was shaved completely bald. As such, he couldn’t really tell what species the slave was beyond a feline of some sort.

Mitchell seemed to notice him looking and leaned in close. “Try not to stare too much, slave.” He whispered. “Some Master’s like to inflict humiliation like that on their slaves, just as there are some slaves who like to be humiliated.”

Michael took one last glance at the shaved slave. He knew that wasn’t something he’d enjoy at all.

“Well, look who it is…”

A middle-aged fox in full leathers had stepped in front of Mitchell, bringing the panther to a halt.

“Please, Hollis, not tonight.” Mitchell sighed. “Or any night, for that matter. I’m getting seriously tired of this.”

“But I’m not, Mr. Pussy Cat.” The fox sneered. “Doing my best to piss you off is so much fun!”

“Just get out of the way, you old drunk.” Said Zack. “You just get more and more pathetic…”

“Does the big mighty panther need another Master to fight his battles for him then?” Hollis chuckled.

Mitchell seemed to decide then and there that the best course of action was to ignore the fox. He and Zack stepped past him and continued on their way, their slaves following.

“I’ll see you later then!” Hollis called after them.

They reached the stairs and headed up, Zack and Daniel leading the way while Mitchell hung back a little with Michael, intending to have a quick talk with him.

“Just a quick warning.” He whispered to the young lion. “Meeting old Alpha for the first time can be quite an experience for anyone, let alone a new slave like yourself. So, just keep calm throughout and behave yourself properly, and you’ll be fine.”

“Thank you, Master.” Said Michael; happy for the confidence the handsome panther seemed to have in him.

“I’m serious.” Said Mitchell. “Alpha takes some getting used to. He has the highest sex drive I’ve ever seen in any male. He has his own little harem of five personal slaves, but its still not enough for him and he often takes his pick of those on offer at the club. I sometimes think he established this place just to have more opportunities to work off his endless sexual energy.”

He noticed how worried the lion was starting to look and gave him a smile, patting him affectionately on the head. “I know you’ll make me proud. C’mon.” He continued up, with Michael trailing respectfully behind him. In truth, Michael’s heart had started racing again, a little nervous of what was waiting at the top of the stairs. He had no idea what to expect.

The stairs led up to what was essentially a large private booth set up as a balcony overlooking the whole club. It was quite a nice view of all the action going on down below, which was probably the point.

The balcony itself was made up of lots of large comfortable seats dotted around, with numerous elaborately decorated cushions. There were several low tables, covered with empty glasses that were yet to be cleared away. The largest seat was a low and long leather sofa, set up for the best possible view of the club, and it was here that they found what had to be Alpha himself.

He was a very large, muscular wolf, with immaculately groomed grey and white fur. He wore a golden earring in his left ear. He was completely naked except for a black leather studded gauntlet covering his left forearm. Alpha was laying back and enjoying the attention three slaves were lavishing upon him.

There was a fox in a leather hood and blindfold bent over him, sucking Alpha’s cock, his arms secured behind him with thick leather restraints. A bulldog in a collar and a spiked harness was curled up on a pile of cushions at the wolf’s feet, worshipping them with his tongue, licking them lovingly, fully absorbed in this task. The third was a dalmation in a thick collar and elaborate harness, stood behind the sofa and massaging his Master’s shoulders. Michael noticed how he was looking at the other two. He seemed to be jealous.

“Zack and Mitch!” Alpha laughed, noticing his arrivals. “How good to see you again! I’ll be right with you!” He reached down and grabbed the sucking fox by the back off the head, lifting him off his cock. He dumped the restrained and blinded fox on the sofa beside him.

The fox started to whimper, but suddenly found a hand clamped on his muzzle and Alpha leaned in close. “If you want to whimper, then you have no place serving me, slave. You suck me only when I want you to. Don’t ever forget that. And believe me, we’ll be discussing that little whimper of yours just now before the night is through.” He released the fox, who remained silent from then on.

Alpha stood up, kicking the bulldog at his feet away. He seemed to be better trained and didn’t complain, instead following the example of the dalmation, who had dropped to his knees with his head bowed submissively, waiting for further instructions.

Michael then got his first real look at Alpha. He was easily taller than either Mitchell or Zack, and just as muscular. He had a very imposing figure, his muscles rippling and flexing beneath his fur in an almost hypnotically beautiful way. He was a handsome specimen of a canine, that was for certain, with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

Alpha stepped forward and shook hands with Zack. “Looking good as always Zack.” He beamed. “You know, my offer still stands.”

Zack smiled. “I know. But I don’t think I’ll ever be selling Daniel. As I’ve told you on several occasions.”

The briefest flashes of disappointment passed across Alpha’s face. “The offer will always stand in case you should change your mind.” He glanced past him at the Alsatian slave. “Although I can’t really blame you for wanting to hang on to such a great piece of slave meat, especially after all the work you put into him. I assume you’ll still let me use him on occasion? He is such a fantastic fuck, after all.”

The rottweiler nodded. “Of course.”

“And Mitch,” Alpha turned his attention to the panther, “you really don’t come by enough anymore! But I see you have a nice new slave with you…”

Mitchell stood aside, giving the wolf a good look at Michael. The lion was acutely aware of Alpha looking him over intently. Michael just stood there, mimicking Daniel’s stance of hands behind the back with the head bowed slightly.

“This is Michael.” Mitchell explained. “He’s very new to all of this, so go a little easy on him, OK?”

“Mitchell!” Said Alpha, reproachfully. “You know me better than that. I am never easy on any slave.” From where he stood, Michael didn’t like the sound of that.

The handsome wolf walked around the young naked lion, looking over every inch of him. He stopped behind Michael and placed his powerful hands on his shoulders, holding the lion in an iron grip. “Well, he’s certainly fit.” Said Alpha. “But I’m interested to see how well he sucks.”

He twisted Michael around and roughly forced him to his knees. He looked to Mitchell. “With his Master’s approval, of course.”

The panther looked momentarily worried, but ultimately nodded. “Of course. Go ahead.”

Alpha clicked his fingers in front of Michael’s face. “You heard your Master. Open up.” Michael opened his mouth, and a second later; Alpha’s massive cock was slammed down his throat. “Show me what you’re capable of, slave. Give me the best blowjob you can. And keep your hands where they are.”

Michael started to suck, keeping his hands clasped behind his back, desperate to prove himself to Alpha and make Mitchell proud of him. It took him a moment to get into a rhythm, as he had to breathe exclusively through his nose, the canine Master’s thick cock filling every inch of his mouth.

He closed his eyes, focusing all his concentration on the task he’d been assigned. Alpha’s cock had a musky, salty kind of taste to it that only served to arouse Michael. He could felt his own cock starting to harden a little. Afraid of punishment from the large wolf Master for getting an erection without permission, he did his best to resist his horniness.

“I saw you talking to Hollis on your way up here.” Said Alpha, his arms crossed, as Michael continued sucking. “Still holding his grudge is he?” It was almost if he didn’t notice the young lion on his dick.

Michael redoubled his efforts, taking Alpha’s lack of reaction as an indication that he wasn’t doing very well. He sucked harder, increasing the speed of his rhythm slightly, running his tongue up and down the length of the tasty wolf cock.

“Yeah,” Mitchell was saying, “I’m starting to think he’s never going to let it go.”

“He’s been carrying it for years!” Alpha laughed. “And you’re only now thinking he may not drop it?”

“What can I say?” Mitchell chuckled in return. “I’m an optimist.”

Alpha laughed, still not paying any attention to the lion sucking his cock. He suddenly looked to the dalmation. “Harlan, I think you’d better head off and start getting ready for later. You have permission to go.”

The dog got his feet and nodded at the wolf. “Thank you, Master.” He said, before leaving, heading past everyone to the stairs that led down from the balcony. Alpha watched him go, smiling.

Michael barely noticed him go. He was still focused on sucking Alpha’s cock, for all the good it was doing. He was starting to tire, his jaw was aching, and still the big wolf seemed to show no signs of even feeling anything the lion was doing.

“It’s a good thing you two are here tonight.” Said Alpha, turning his attention back to Zack and Mitchell. “We’ve got a special event.”

“And what would that be?” Zack asked.

“A charity auction.” Alpha grinned.

“And what’s on offer?” Mitchell said. “I wasn’t aware that there was anyone around these parts who wanted to sell their slave.”

“There isn’t.” Alpha shrugged. “Apart from me.”

Both Mitchell and Zack looked shocked at this revelation. “But you’ve never sold a slave in your life!” Zack spluttered.

“It’s not what you think.” Alpha explained, with a laugh. “I just wanted to see that look on your faces. It’s a special auction for charity and it’s not permanent. The winner will get Harlan as their own personal slave for 3 days.”

“Well, now, that’s tempting!” Said Zack. “You rarely let anyone play with your slaves, and they are among the best trained around.”

But Mitchell was less jovial. “Alpha, what’s happened?” He said, seriously.

The older wolf frowned at him. “What do you mean?”

“Selling one of your slaves, even on a temporary basis.” Mitchell said. “A charity auction, and at such short notice that neither Zack or I heard about it before now. Something’s happened, hasn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Alpha sighed, his expression suddenly downcast. He reached down, grabbed Michael by the top of the head, and pulled the lion off his cock. “That’s enough of that, kitty.”

Michael stayed where he was, catching his breath after the long hard suck. His jaws were throbbing, but it was nothing compared to the disappointment he felt at failing to have any effect on the big canine Master, despite all his efforts.

Alpha returned to where he’d been sitting. He snapped his fingers and pointed to his feet. The kneeling bulldog sprang into action, returning to worshipping his Master’s feet. “Mitch, do you remember Hugo?”

The panther smiled. “Of course.”

“Hugo?” Said Zack.

“He was one of my slaves, way back when.” Said Alpha. “Before you were a member around here. The point is, he’s dead.”

Mitchell was taken aback. “Oh, no…”

“Cancer.” Alpha went on. “He’d been sick for months. Even though I hadn’t seen or spoken to him in years, and it was even longer than that since he’d been one of my slaves, the news still hit hard. After I heard, I just felt a need to do something. So the proceeds tonight will go to cancer research. It’s not much…”

“I think it’s a great gesture.” Said Mitchell.

“I’m planning to fly down to New Zealand for the funeral as well.” Alpha shrugged. “Feels like the thing to do.”

There were a few moments of silence, with no one being sure what to say next. It was Alpha who broke the silence.

“I’m depressing you guys now!” Said the older wolf, putting on a smile. “When you came here to relax and have a good time! So go enjoy yourselves…”

“Are you sure?” Said Mitchell, concern showing on his face.

“I’ll be fine!” Alpha laughed. “Go have fun! And think about bidding on Harlan later!”

“I’ll think about.” Mitchell agreed. “And I am really sorry to hear about Hugo.”

“Same here.” Said Zack. “I can’t imagine what it must be like, but you have my condolences.”

Alpha nodded. “Thanks, guys.” He said. “Now go! Have fun and don’t let this news bother you too much! Maybe we’ll get a chance to speak again later.”

Zack and Mitchell nodded to the old wolf and led their slaves down from the balcony and across the club headed for one of the empty booths towards along the walls.

“Something wrong?” Mitchell asked his lion slave, noticing the down look on his face.

“I… I just wanted to say I’m sorry, Master.” Michael said.

The panther frowned at him. “What are you sorry for?”

“For not making you proud.” Said the lion, sadly. “I failed to impress Master Alpha.”

Mitchell patted him on the head. “You did fine.” He chuckled. “Believe me, old Alpha is extraordinarily difficult to impress. But he didn’t insist on punishing you for a bad performance, so you did okay. Don’t let it worry you.”

Michael was a little reassured by the panther’s comments, but not entirely. Whatever his Master’s view of things, he still felt that he had failed. Mitchell may not be disappointed in him, but he was disappointed in himself.

Their little group found an empty booth and Zack and Mitchell sat down. Michael followed Daniel’s example and knelt down beside his Master. A few moments later, the panther reached down and nudged him closer until the lion was nuzzled up against the his Master’s legs, in the perfect place for him to reach down and stroke his slave’s mane every now and again. Michael purred a little. It was very nice position to be in.

Daniel was quickly sent to fetch some drinks from the bar for the two Masters, and a couple of bottles of water for himself and Michael. When he returned, Michael took a long drink from his bottle, thirsty after his cock sucking.

“Did you know this Hugo well?” Zack was asking of Mitchell.

“Not really.” The panther admitted. “He still belonged to Alpha when I first became a member here, but about six months later, Alpha had set him free. Barely a month after that, Hugo found himself a new Master and moved to New Zealand. But I gathered from Alpha that he was very happy. Although, he was at the first birthday orgy Alpha ever organised for me, and I got the chance to fuck him a few times. Very handsome coyote, as I remember.”

“Alpha was organising birthday orgies for you less than six months after you started coming here?” Said Zack in surprise.

“Yeah,” Mitchell replied. “He and I became good friends pretty quickly. It was partly because of the whole mess with Hollis, and he had to step in, that we got to know each other…”

Michael’s ears pricked up at the mention of Hollis, the fox who had approached them earlier. The lion’s sense of curiosity was aroused. What was the fox’s problem with Mitchell?

“Who’d have believed it?” Zack chuckled. “Some good came out of all that?”

The black panther smiled. “I suppose so. Alpha has been a good friend ever since.”

“Who’s talking about friends?” The rottweiler said, mischievously. “I’m talking about getting Alpha’s legendary orgies organised for your birthday!”

Mitchell laughed. “That’s a benefit, for certain. Like that one last year!”

“Old Alpha certainly topped himself with that one, I admit.” Zack nodded. “Even though it was incredibly exhausting, even for studs with stamina like us!”

“You’re telling me!” Said Mitchell. “I slept for days afterward…”

As the jovial conversation of the two Master’s went on, Michael found himself only half-listening, taking the opportunity of his position to observe the goings on in the club. He watched the dance floor, packed with furs of all types in various states of semi-nudity dancing away to the thumping music. He also noticed how occasionally a Master would approach one of the numerous lone slaves about and, after a few exchanged words; the slave would be led away to the rear area of the club.

The lion was sat there for nearly an hour watching the comings and goings as his Master talked, before it was time for the charity auction.

The background music reached an end, and the next track failed to start. Instead, the lights dimmed slightly, except for those on the stage. Everyone’s attention was suddenly drawn in that direction.

Master Alpha appeared on the stage. He had slipped on a leather jockstrap that left nothing to the imagination, and some black combat boots. He was carrying a microphone.

“OK, my fellow Masters, it’s time for tonight’s special event!” Alpha said, the microphone making sure he was heard throughout the club. “So, those of you planning to bid, get ready. Those of you who aren’t… well, shame on you!”

There were a few chuckles from the club patrons. By now, Alpha had the attention of pretty much everyone.

“Remember that all proceeds tonight will be going to cancer research, so don’t any of you hold back!” Alpha went on. “Now! Let’s take a look at what’s on offer! Slave, get out here!”

The dalmation Michael had seen earlier came out on stage. He was now wearing tight leather trousers and a different, simpler harness strapped across his chest. He also had black leather gauntlets on his forearms and was wearing a leather waistcoat. He walked across the stage and fell to his knees at his Master’s feet.

“Now,” Said Alpha, addressing the audience. “It’s well known how much time and effort I put into training my slaves and developing their skills. So there should be no question over what a quality product this slave is.”

The wolf snapped his fingers in front of the kneeling canine. “On your feet!” He barked. “Stand to attention!”

Harlan obeyed, and was soon standing to attention before Alpha, staring straight ahead. Even from where he was, Michael could see Alpha’s smile.

“Before we start the bidding,” Said Alpha, “let’s give you all a proper look at the merchandise. Harlan, do your thing…” As the wolf stood aside, he gestured to someone off-stage and some music started up.

The slave dalmation started dancing, performing an erotic strip tease in time to the music, and combining it with periodic flexes and poses that showed off his well-defined physique.

The trousers went first. Michael was surprised at how easily they seemed to come off, given how tight they had looked. Harlan seemed to be a bit of an expert at stripping, and the lion wondered if this was the first time he’d done this up on that stage.

As the trousers came off, Harlan revealed he was wearing an almost ridiculously skimpy jockstrap underneath. Once the trousers were tossed aside, he gave the onlookers a good look at his muscular legs, striking a few choice poses before moving on.

The gauntlets were next, Harlan flexing his biceps one at a time as he unbuckled them and let them fall to the floor. As the canine slave’s performance went on, there were occasional calls and whoops of encouragement from the audience.

Harlan then proceeded to slip the waistcoat off, turning around, so that everyone was treated to a view of the muscles of his back as the garment came off and was tossed aside. The dalmation struck another pose, flexing his back, as if to make sure his audience got a good view.

As he twisted back around to face everyone, he undid the clasps on his harness and slipped out of it in a beautifully fluid movement, throwing it to one side once he was free of it and showing the club patrons a full unobstructed view of his rippling chest and stomach.

Now all Harlan was wearing was his collar and his jockstrap. Still moving in time with the throbbing music, he ran his hands suggestively across his physique, gradually moving down and down until they were moving over the bulge of leather at his groin. A few moments later, the jockstrap was slipped off just as everything else had been, allowing all those watching a good look at the dog’s large and ample cock.

By now, the music was winding down, and so was Harlan’s performance. With nothing more to strip off, the canine slave struck a few more poses before sinking once more to his knees, his head bowed submissively and his hands clasped behind his back. The music faded and was gone.

Michael blinked, suddenly realising he’d been mesmerised by the dalmation’s dance. Watching it had even given him the beginnings of a good hard erection, and he did his best to get this under control before anyone noticed.

Alpha returned to the centre of the stage, giving the kneeling dog a pat on the head. “Anyone not interested in this slave after that?” He laughed, addressing the audience. “The winning bidder will get this impressive specimen all to themselves for three days, no more, no less! Whatever you want to do with him, provided no damage is caused and no permanent marks are left!”

“So, who’s going to give me my first bid?”

The watching Masters started calling out bids, and Michael was stunned by how quickly the price went up. He felt a pang of jealousy toward Harlan for having so many dominant males wanting him and being prepared to pay.

Mitchell shouted out a bid at one point, quickly followed by Zack out-bidding him, but Michael tried to tell himself that his Master was just doing it to help the price up for charity, not because he’d rather have the dalmation instead of him.

The bidding carried on and on for at least ten minutes, the price for Harlan creeping up and up. Eventually, it slowed down, leaving one final bidder…

“Sold!” Said Alpha, triumphantly.

The winning Master stepped up onto the stage and Mitchell let out an audible sigh as it turned out to be Hollis, looking just as smug and arrogant as he had earlier. He pulled out a leash and attached it to Harlan’s collar.

Alpha thanked the club patrons for their time and their bids. He also added that if anyone wanted to make any donations to the total raised from the sale later on, they would be gratefully accepted. He then led Hollis and his newly purchased slave backstage while the background music resumed and the club returned to normal.

Zack and Michael returned to their conversation, briefly talking about Hollis and his victory in the auction, expressing sorrow for Harlan that he would now have to serve the fox for three days, before moving on to other topics.

“Should we have Daniel fetch us some refills?” Said Mitchell, draining the last of his drink.

“He got them last time.” Zack replied. “I reckon your new slave should do some fetching and carrying this time.”

The panther sighed. “Very well. Michael, on your feet.”

The lion obeyed, getting to his feet. The two Masters gave him their drink orders and sent him off to the bar, Mitchell giving him permission to get some more water for him and Daniel while he was there.

Michael weaved his way through the tables of the club toward the bar. Once he reached it, he padded along, looking for an open space between the patrons where he could make his order, doing his best not to stare at the assortment of variously dressed furs sitting on the stools drinking and talking. He found a gap in the customers and waited patiently for the bartender to get around to him.

Next to him, a badger Master in extensive leathers sat talking to a grey wolf who looked almost out of place thanks to how little leather he was wearing. Kneeling between their bar stools was a short brown bear wearing only a leather jockstrap, collar and blindfold. Michael overheard some of their conversation as he waited.

“I should go…” The wolf was saying.

“But we just got here, Jack!” The badger protested.

“Been here long enough to feel uncomfortable.” The wolf replied. “This is your sort of place Liam, not mine. Why on Earth did I let you talk me into this…”

The lion’s attention was drawn away from the conversation as the bartender finally arrived to take his order. The canine behind the bar was a large hefty-looking Doberman wearing tight leather jeans, a leather waistcoat, and a wide and thick leather collar that was adorned with three rows of shiny metal studs. The dog placed his hands on the bar in front of Michael and stared at the young lion intently, frowning slightly. “You’re new here, aren’t you?” He rumbled.

Michael felt suddenly ill at ease under the massive Doberman’s gaze. “Yes, Sir.” He stammered. “I’m here with Master Mitchell.”

The Doberman broke into a smile. “I always knew Master Mitchell had very good taste.” He reached out and shook Michael’s hand. “I’m Beta.”

“That’s an unusual name, Sir.” Michael said.

“It’s what my Master chooses to call me, so it’s the name I use.” Said Beta, proudly.

The lion suddenly realised. “You belong to Master Alpha?”

“Yes.” Beta nodded. “I’ve been Master Alpha’s slave for more than twenty years now. I’m the most senior of all his slaves.”

“And you work here for him as well, Sir?” Michael frowned.

Beta chuckled. “Yes, all of Master Alpha’s slaves have jobs here at the club. I even run most of it on Master Alpha’s behalf. But we’re not just slave labour if that’s what you’re thinking. Master Alpha insists on paying us all very good wages. Technically, we don’t need the money, since Master Alpha takes good care of those he owns. Most of us just save the money for emergencies. Although I know Harlan likes to donate most of his earnings to charity. He even volunteered to be the one sold tonight.”

The dog leaned in closer. “And just between you and me,” he whispered, “Master Alpha was very proud of him for that. Harlan is going to be very well rewarded when he gets back.”

Michael tried to imagine what being rewarded by Master Alpha might involve, and just succeeded in once again feeling a little jealous of the dalmation.

“But anyway,” Said Beta, clearing his throat, “you have a drinks order, I imagine? Not a good idea to keep your Master waiting too long.”

The young lion gave told him what he’d been sent to fetch and the Doberman busied himself behind the bar, telling him it’d be a few minutes.

“Enjoying yourself, cub?”

Michael suddenly realised that there was a fox Master sitting on the bar stool to his left. And not just any Master. It was Hollis, the one who was holding a grudge against Mitchell. The young lion was momentarily unsure exactly how to respond, but thought he’d better play it safe. Harlan was crouched on the other side of his stool. At some point, the dalmation had been put into a leather hood complete with blindfold.

“Err… yes, Sir.” He said simply.

Hollis smiled at him. “Don’t worry. I don’t bite.”

“Yes, Sir.”

The fox reached out and patted the lion on the shoulder. “No need to be so nervous of me, cub.” He said. “My problem is with your Master, not you. What’s your name?”

“Michael, Sir.”

Hollis nodded, taking a sip of his drink. “And you like serving Mitch, do you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Michael replied. “Very much.”

“Glad to hear it.” The fox smiled warmly at him. “Have you been with him long?”

“No, Sir.” The lion admitted. “Not long.”

“Still early days yet then.” Said Hollis, knowingly. “Well, good luck in that relationship. I hope you find happiness somewhere.” And with that, the fox drained his glass and got up, wandering away with Harlan on a leash, leaving Michael confused about what he meant.

He went over it in his head for the next few minutes, until Beta had his order prepared and handed him a tray of drinks. He headed back to the table.

He arrived to find a new occupant sitting there with Mitchell and Zack, apparently having arrived while he was away. He was a rather stocky kangaroo, dressed in a bulging leather jock strap and with a leather harness wrapped tightly around his ample torso.

“Ah, Michael.” Mitchell smiled, as the lion gently put down the tray. “I’d like to introduce a good friend of mine. This is Dominic.”

Michael nodded in acknowledgement. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir.” He then reassumed his place, kneeling beside the table with Daniel.

The kangaroo grinned broadly. “Got him well trained already, Mitchell? You don’t waste any time.”

“He’s just a natural.” Mitchell shrugged. “As I remember, you on the other hand gave me a lot of trouble when I tried training you.”

“Hey, I was young and naïve.” Said Dominic. “And more than a little stupid. I thought being a slave was for me…”

“Shame you realised otherwise.” Zack laughed. “You always looked cute in a collar. And there was the fact you were great to fuck. Not as good as Daniel, you understand, but still fun.”

“Now that’s just not fair.” Dominic chuckled, his long ears twitching slightly “Comparing me to Daniel. It’s a known fact that no one is as great to fuck as he is!”

“Well, that’s true…” Zack smiled, proudly ruffling Daniel’s head-fur.

“Excuse me, Sir?”

Everyone looked around at the tiger who had suddenly stopped by their table. He was well built, easily six feet tall. He wore only a basic leather harness and a studded leather strap around his right wrist. He had his ears flattened submissively against his head as he spoke.

“I apologise for the intrusion, Sirs.” He said. “But…” He fell to his knees in front of Zack. “But once I saw such a fine and powerful Master, I had to come and offer myself for your use.” He bowed his head. “Please, Sir, I humbly submit myself and beg for the honour of serving you.”

Zack looked down at the kneeling tiger, a bemused expression playing across his face. “And what is your name then?” He asked.

“Whatever you want it to be, Sir.” Said the tiger, keeping his head bowed.

The rottweiler reached over and gently played with the tiger’s head-fur. “In that case, I think I’ll call you Stripey. Sort of suits you.” He suddenly gripped the tiger’s head firmly. “But it’s very presumptuous of you to just assume I would want to use you. Not very good behaviour for a slave. Perhaps we should do something about that.” He looked to Mitchell and Dominic. “If you guys will excuse me?”

The panther and the kangaroo nodded and Zack stood up, letting go of the feline slave kneeling before him. He clicked his fingers in Daniel’s direction. “Bring him.”

The alsatian was in his feet in an instant. He pulled Stripey to his feet and, with one hand gripping him firmly by the shoulder, guided him as they both followed Zack away to the back area of the club, where the private rooms were to be found.

Dominic watched him go. “That tiger is in for a good time…”

“You know,” Said Mitchell, “there was a time when I used have slaves falling at my feet begging to serve…”

“Yeah, I do know.” Dominic grinned. “I was one of them, remember?”

“My point is, of the three Masters on offer at this table, that tiger went for Zack.” Said the panther, a touch sadly.

“Don’t worry,” Said the kangaroo, taking a sip of his drink, “I’m sure he’ll get to offering himself to you eventually.”

“Excuse me?” Mitchell frowned.

“You haven’t been in much recently.” Dominic explained. “So you wouldn’t know, but that tiger has been getting himself a bit of a reputation over the past few months. He’s in most nights, always offering himself to a different Master in the hopes of getting used. I’ve even fucked him a few times.”

“You’re saying he’s a slut?” Mitchell chuckled.

Dominic nodded. “Totally…”

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Zack strode purposefully into one of the multitude of private rooms in the back area of the club. The rooms came in all sizes and types, but this one in particular was the one he preferred using and so he was pleased it was currently not in use. It wasn’t too big or too small, had a lock on the door for the occasions when he desired some privacy, and was stocked with all the equipment he liked to use.

In the centre of the room was a large wooden table with leather straps bolted to it. As Daniel entered the room, still guiding Stripey, Zack clicked his fingers and pointed to the table “Secure him.” He commanded.

The big alsatian slave knew what he had to do and guided the tiger to the table. Before Stripey knew what was happening, Daniel had lifted him from his feet and placed him on the table, forcing him to lie down face up and set about strapping him down, securing him by the wrists and ankles, with extra straps across his waist and chest and one to hold his tail. Knowing his Master’s preferences, he left the tiger’s head hanging over the edge of the table, upside down. Once the tiger was secure, Daniel stepped back from the table and fell to his knees, awaiting further instructions.

Meanwhile, Zack had been busy stripping off his shorts. He approached the restrained tiger holding his exposed cock in one hand, making sure that Stripey had a full view of it as he drew near. The tiger almost started drooling in anticipation.

“Lick it.” The rottweiler ordered, holding his dick over the tiger’s mouth. Stripey did as he was told, reaching out with his tongue and giving the thick cock a good lick.

Zack suddenly pulled away and crouched, staring Stripey in the face. “And that is the only taste of this Master you’ll be getting, Stripey. A presumptuous slave like yourself needs to be put in your place. As far as I’m concerned, you’re not worthy of being used by me. You’re only worthy of being used by another slave.” He stood up and looked to Daniel. “My Slave!” He barked. “Plug this worthless piece of meat’s mouth with your cock!”

Daniel was on his feet in an instant and walked over, stroking his dick into an erection. Stripey looked distraught, having been expecting to suck a Master. “Please Master, let me prove…”

Zack shot out a hand and grabbed the tiger by the throat, silencing him. “My decision is made and you will not question me. And because you were about to, you are in need of some punishment. While you give my slave pleasure, I will be giving you pain.” He signalled to Daniel and the canine slave plunged his thick cock into the tiger’s mouth.

The rottweiler Master slapped the restrained tiger on the chest. “Suck that cock, slave!” He growled. He reached out and cupped Stripey’s balls in one hand. He squeezed them, causing the tiger to squirm in his restraints. “Give me a good performance, or I keep crushing!”

With no other choice, Stripey started to suck, lavishing as much attention as he could manage on Daniel’s ample cock. Zack watched for a few moments, still holding the feline’s testicles in his grip. Then he let go, turning his attention to the equipment the room offered him.

He had promised Stripey some pain in addition to his pleasure. His eyes wandered over the items that were available, going over his options, trying to decide what would be best…

He glanced back at the tiger strapped to the table and noticed that the feline’s cock was starting to harden. Stripey was enjoying himself, either by being restrained, or having a cock to suck. Or maybe both. He’d have to do something about that.

He quickly found a cock cage among the items the room was stocked with, and slipped it on over the Stripey’s genitalia, strapping it into place. The tight-fitting chastity device would prevent him from becoming fully erect and make it very difficult for him to cum.

Zack leaned in and whispered in the tiger’s ear. “For the moment you’re here to be enjoyed. Not to enjoy yourself.”

Stripey tried to reply, but since he was still sucking on Daniel, all that came was a stifled murmur. Zack had turned away from him at that point anyway.

The rottweiler fetched a very large, unusually shaped, red rubber butt plug, from a selection that occupied a rack beside the door. He reached down and under the restrained tiger and forced it into Stripey’s ass, causing him to squirm and strain against his bonds.

But he didn’t just leave it there once he had it in place. With a grin on his face, Zack twisted and turned the plug. It’s every movement caused Stripey to shudder.

The rottweiler quickly grew bored of that and moved on to something else. He left the butt plug where it was and retrieved a pair of small metal clamps from their position on the walls.

Zack leapt up on to the table, straddling the tiger across the stomach. He patted the tiger on the chest.

“You keep on sucking there, slave.” He said. “Make my Daniel here cum and I’ll stop torturing you.”

Zack almost felt sorry for him. The poor tiger had no way of knowing that Daniel was trained not to cum without his Master’s permission. In fact, the alsatian had given him a discreet nod a few minutes ago, which was their signal that he was ready to ejaculate. Daniel knew his Master well enough to know not to say so out loud and alert Stripey to that fact.

The tiger’s ordeal would end only when Zack wanted it to.

He attached the small clamps to Stripey’s nipples, watching the sharp teeth bite into the feline’s flesh. The canine cock filling his mouth muffled the tiger’s reaction to this development. Zack was glad. He didn’t really feel like hearing the bleating of a slave right now.

Zack pulled at the clamps once they were in place, stretching the nipples in various directions. He could feel the tiger’s body squirming beneath him, but it only encouraged him to keep at it.

But as much fun as it was playing with the presumptuous tiger slave like that, Zack was sure he could do better, make it more interesting. He let go of the clamps and climbed down from the table.

A quick trip to the supplies of the room yielded what he wanted, a thin length of chain. He used it to connect the two nipple clamps together, and then ran it down across the tiger’s body and wrapped it around Stripey’s feet, where he secured it, making sure the chain was taut. Zack stepped back and admired his handiwork. Now if Stripey moved his feet at all, he would pull on the chain and therefore on his own nipples.

The rottweiler strolled over to the tiger’s feet with a mischievous grin. Stripey could feel what had been done to him and was keeping his feet still as he continued to suck off Daniel.

Zack reached out and raked his fingers across the bottom of the tiger’s feet. Just as he had hoped, Stripey turned out to be somewhat ticklish and writhed in his restraints to try and get his feet away from Zack’s touch. But he only managed to pull on the chain and stretch his clamped nipples.

Stripey’s muffled cries at this treatment simply made Zack laugh, and he tickled the tiger’s feet again. And then again after that. Each time it provided the canine Master with the same entertaining result.

“If you want this to end,” said Zack, as he fondled Stripey’s feet yet again, “You’ll have to keep sucking until Daniel cums.”

Stripey seemed to double his efforts, sucking away on Daniel with increased focus and intensity.

He tickled Stripey’s feet a few more times before he grew bored of it and decided to give the feline a few moment’s respite. He walked along the table, running a hand along Stripey’s body. He took note of how the tiger’s cock was straining against the device it was encased in. Stripey looked to be very much enjoying what was happening.

Zack removed the chain and the clamps from the tiger, tossing them aside. He then went to work on the sore nipples with his bare hands squeezing and tweaking them between his fingers, watching Stripey shudder in his bonds as he worked. He then leaned in a nibbled at them slightly. The red and sore flesh tasted good.

When he was done, the rottweiler looked to Daniel. His slave was sweating profusely, holding himself back from cumming. Zack beamed in pride and decided that was enough. Time to allow his lover his release. He was tiring of this game anyway.

He looked Daniel in the eye and nodded. The alsatian understood and stopped holding back. His body convulsed as he shot his load down the tiger’s throat. A short growl of pleasure escaped his muzzle. Stripey slurped and sucked, gulping down the warm canine cum.

Zack allowed them a few moments before intervening. He waved Daniel away and the dog slave slid his cock out of Stripey’s mouth before stepping back a few paces and falling to his knees. He was a little out of breath.

So was Stripey. The tiger slave was slumped in his restraints, gulping in the air and making the most of whatever time he had to rest before Zack decided what else to do with him.

“Well done, Stripey.” Zack grinned, looking him in the eye. “And I hope you’ve learned a lesson about being presumptuous?”

The tiger nodded weakly.

“Good.” Zack said, patting Stripey on the head. “I’d hate to have teach it to you again in future!”

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“So, when are you going to get a proper slave for yourself, Dom?”

“As soon as I find one willing that I like.” Dominic replied. “And I don’t think I’m really looking too hard at the moment. Not after the bad way things ended with the last one. Right now, I’m just looking for a bit of fun. Something to relieve my horniness.”

“Did you try bidding on Harlan earlier?” Mitchell asked. “He would’ve been the perfect solution…”

“Yeah, but the bidding quickly went beyond my price range.” The kangaroo shrugged. “I didn’t really expect to win the auction. I’m not exactly rich, after all.”

“Then why not take your pick?” Mitchell said, motioning to the rest of the club. “This is Alpha’s. There’s always plenty of slaves.”

“I’ve been keeping an eye out.” Dominic said. “But I haven’t really seen anything that takes my fancy…”

Michael’s eyes were surveying the club as the two Masters talked. The more he looked, the more details he noticed that he hadn’t before. The assortment of different Masters and slaves was slightly mind-boggling.

But while he was taking in the details, his thoughts were wandering. He couldn’t help thinking about the fox Master, Hollis. He had seemed so gentle and friendly, yet hateful toward Mitchell. What had Mitchell done to warrant such spite?

And Hollis’ parting words kept coming back to him. Wishing him luck in his relationship, almost as if he believed he was going to need it. And hoping he’d find happiness somewhere, as if he wasn’t likely to find it where he currently was, at Mitchell’s feet. What did the fox know about the hunk of a panther that he didn’t? The more he thought about it, the more it started to bug him.

“I’m sorry, Dom, but no!” Mitchell was saying, drawing the lion out of his thoughts and pulling his attention back to the conversation of the two Masters.

“Aw, c’mon, I just want to try him out!” The kangaroo was pleading. “You’ve let me give your slaves a try in the past!”

“This is different…” The panther muttered.

“And you still owe me one.” Dominic added. “Need I remind you of the incident with that mole and that leopard?”

Mitchell sighed. “I was wondering when that one was going to come back and bite me in the ass.”

“Well?”

The panther thought about it for a few more moments. “OK, provided Michael is fine with it. He is still new and I will not put too much pressure on him.”

“Fine.” Dominic agreed.

“And if things become too much for him, we will stop immediately.” Mitchell demanded.

“No need to be so over-protective,” Said Dominic, “I’m sure he’ll do fine.”

“Well, Michael?” Said Mitchell, turning his attention to the feline slave kneeling at his side. “Do you think you’re up to showing another Master a good time?”

“Yes, Master.” Michael nodded. “I will give it my best try.”

Dominic was already getting up. “Shall we go find somewhere more private then?”

The kangaroo led the way toward the private areas at the back of the club, Mitchell leading his slave after him.

“Remember, slave.” Mitchell whispered to the young lion as they walked. “If anything that happens is too much for you, let me know straight away and we’ll stop.”

Michael nodded silently in acknowledgement, hiding a feeling of mild annoyance. As good as it was that Mitchell was looking out for him, the panther’s over-protectiveness was starting to grate his nerves a little. He wanted to experience new things and all the various aspects of being a slave, not be held back because his Master was afraid he couldn’t handle it.

Also, after spending most of the evening watching the club and the various handsome leather-clad furs on view, he had been getting hornier and hornier. He was looking forward to some sexual activity to work it off.

Dominic led the way through to the darkened back areas of the club. The place was divided into various private rooms, some with the doors closed, but many that were left open. Michael got brief glimpses of assorted sexual activities as they passed.

As they weaved their way through the shadowy corridors, Michael was astonished but how extensive this back area of the club was. It was far larger, containing more rooms, than Michael would have expected. Alpha obviously liked his patrons to have a lot of space.

Eventually, Dominic selected an empty room and led Mitchell and Michael inside. There was an area in the centre of the room where the floor was padded, to provide some comfort for any sexual activity that happened there. The young lion’s gaze wandered over the wide variety of items and equipment hanging on the walls, from various racks and hooks. It seemed as if Alpha also liked to keep the rooms well stocked.

The kangaroo went to the dimmer switch by the door and adjusted the lighting level to his taste. He apparently didn’t like things too dark, but he didn’t turn it up all the way either.

He then put a hand on Michael’s shoulder and led him into the centre of the room, where he pushed the lion down onto his knees. The padding prevented him from scraping his knees on the floor.

“We’re just going to start with something simple, slave.” Said Dominic, slipping out of his jock strap. He kicked it aside. “Give my cock a good sucking.”

Michael was acutely aware of Mitchell leaning against the wall nearby, watching every move he made. He wanted so badly to make the panther proud of him, to make up for his earlier failure with Master Alpha.

The lion opened wide and took the kangaroo’s cock into his mouth. He kept his hands clasped on his legs. He would have preferred to use them to hold on to the kangaroo and help him keep his balance. But since he hadn’t been given permission to do so, he didn’t want to risk getting punished.

He took his time, he didn’t want to rush things and do a bad job. He tried to imagine it was Mitchell’s cock he was servicing, and he did his best to treat it as such.

Dominic turned out to be easier to please than Alpha had been. Within a few moments of Michael getting started, the kangaroo started moaning with pleasure, enjoying the young lion’s ministrations

Michael sucked, simultaneously wrapping his tongue around the throbbing cock he was serving. The taste of male flesh was inflaming his senses, arousing him. He started to build up a rhythm to his sucking, losing himself in the sheer joy of having a male’s dick in his mouth…

Michael suddenly felt Dominic’s hand grip him on the head. He opened his eyes and looked up to see the kangaroo Master looking down at him.

“That’s good.” He said. “But enough of that for now.” He slid the lion off his dick and stood back. A brief glance about the room and he spotted what he wanted. He went to one wall and returned with a pair of leather cuffs and a length of heavy-duty chain.

With practised ease, Dominic quickly pulled the lion to his feet and fastened the cuffs around Michael’s wrists. He then used the chain to connect them together and hang them from a hook that was bolted to the ceiling. Michael was left with his arms held securely over his head.

Dominic circled the restrained lion several times, running his hands over his body, fondling him up and down. Suddenly, one hand came across his butt plug. “You’ve had him plugged this whole time, Mitch?” He said, looking to the panther.

Mitchell frowned. “You know, I completely forgot that was there! Feel free to remove it if you want…”

Dominic popped the plug out and tossed it to Mitchell, who caught it and dropped it to the floor beside him. With Michael’s ass now empty, Dominic resumed his exploration and fondling of the lion’s body, slipping off Michael’s jockstrap as he went, exposing his cock to the air. Eventually, he came to a stop behind the lion and hugged the feline slave tightly, wrapping his great arms around his frame and rubbing up against him. A moan of delight escaped from the young lion’s mouth.

“I think he likes this, Mitch!” Laughed the kangaroo. He continued to rub his body up against Michael.

The lion could feel Dominic’s hardened cock brushing against his ass, waiting to enter him. A part of him was eagerly waiting for it. He’d become so used to having his ass filled, that it was feeling so empty now the plug was gone. He wanted a cock inside him…

And then it came, Dominic’s cock pushing gently into him, filling his rear. It just felt so good, so right. He started purring happily.

“I guess he likes that even more!” Mitchell chuckled, still watching.

Dominic started to fuck Michael, slowly moving himself in and out of the lion’s hole, while still hugging his body, massaging him all over. The kangaroo Master had a surprisingly gentle touch. Michael liked it a lot.

Suddenly, an extra pair of hands started caressing Michael’s body. He opened his eyes to find his Master standing before him. Mitchell wasn’t just watching anymore. He had removed his boots and combat trousers and his big powerful hands were rubbing the lion’s chest, slipping underneath his harness and playfully tugging at his nipples.

Then his hands moved lower, slipping down over Michael’s stomach toward his groin, where he started playing with the lion’s cock and balls, quickly getting the feline slave hard and erect.

Keeping one hand on Michael’s cock, Mitchell put the other behind the young lion’s head and pulled him forward into a deep and passionate kiss, exploring the interior of the lion’s muzzle with his tongue.

Michael was in heaven. Fucked and massaged on one side, kissed and fondled on the other. He could have stayed that way forever.

But eventually, Mitchell pulled out of the kiss, smiling at his slave. “I’m going to guess you liked that most of all.”

“Oh, yes Master!” Michael purred enthusiastically.

“You two look so sweet together.” Said Dominic. “And this slave’s ass is really nice. You’ve got yourself a good one here.”

“I know.” Said Mitchell, simply, gently stroking Michael’s face. At his Master’s touch the lion closed his eyes and purred softly.

“Now you’re just making me envious!” Dominic laughed. He stood back, slipping his cock out of Michael. “Why don’t you take over for awhile, Mitch?”

“Gladly.” Mitchell grinned.

He reached up and unfastened the cuffs, releasing his slave. Michael’s tired arms flopped down to his side, the cuffs left hanging from the chain above him.

“You’ve serviced my friend’s cock,” Mitchell smiled, “but now its time to service mine.” He placed his hands on the lion’s shoulders and forced him to his knees, so that he was level with his groin. He proceeded to rub the lion’s face against the bulge in the front of his leather shorts. The feel of the leather against his fur was arousing. Before he knew what he was doing, he had started licking it, savouring the taste of the leather.

Mitchell pulled him away. “I didn’t give permission for you to use your tongue.” He said. “But I’ll let it pass this once, since I was about to order you to do that anyway. But be more careful in future.”

Michael nodded. “Yes, Master.” He felt a brief wave of shame wash over him for his mistake, but it was quickly forgotten as his Master pressed his face up against his groin again, and he resumed his licking of the attractive bulge.

It wasn’t long before Mitchell slipped down a hand and started to ease off his shorts. Michael quickly moved his attentions to above the waistband, following it as it descended. The mixed aroma of sweat and leather struck him hard, sending his senses wild with lust.

The shorts suddenly slipped down all the way, allowing Mitchell to kick them to one side. The panther’s large thick cock sprang forth, hard and erect. Michael longed to wrap his tongue around it, but held back, waiting for permission rather than giving in to temptation. He looked up at his Master pleadingly.

“Go on then, my slave.” Said Mitchell, smiling down at him. “You may suck.”

The lion needed no further prompting and immediately took the panther’s cock into his mouth. It tasted fantastic. He had been looking forward to this all night, servicing his Master, as a slave should. He was going to enjoy every second…

“What’s going on here?”

Michael looked up while still sucking. Zack and Daniel were standing in the doorway, with Stripey standing with them. The rottweiler was holding his leather shorts in one hand, but quickly threw them aside. The tiger’s head was bowed submissively, his hands held behind him.

“Having an orgy without me?” Zack grinned. “I’m shocked.” He turned and grabbed Stripey by shoulder, pulling him forward. “Go on then, slave, show my fellow Masters some attention.”

The tiger stumbled forward and fell to his knees in front of Dominic, looking up at the kangaroo expectantly. Michael was now able to see that he was handcuffed. The big kangaroo Master simply looked the feline slave in the eye, and then pointed at his feet. Stripey understood and leaned forward, worshipping Dominic’s feet with his tongue.

Zack walked forward, Daniel trailing behind him. He stopped in the centre of the room, noticing the cuffs hanging from the ceiling; the one’s Michael had been hanging from. He motioned Daniel forward and quickly fastened the cuffs around the muscular alsatian’s wrists, making sure to shorten the chain so that the dog’s arms were held above his head.

“Anyone want to use my doggy here,” he said, patting Daniel on the chest, “go right ahead.”

“That sounds like an offer worth accepting.” Said Mitchell, pulling his cock out of Michael’s mouth and patting the lion reassuringly on the head. “How about you take over with Michael?” It was all Michael to do to stop himself whimpering as the tasty cock of his Master was taken away from him.

Zack nodded and stalked over to the lion as the panther headed for Daniel.

Mitchell wasted no time in slipping behind the chained Alsatian and thrusting his hard cock into the dog’s ass.

Michael was fully expecting for Zack to order him to suck him off, as the muscled rottweiler Master came to a stop in front of the kneeling lion, his exposed dick dangling close to Michael’s face.

Instead, he grabbed Michael by the collar and pulled him to his feet. “I know exactly what to do with you, novice.” He whispered in the young lion’s ear.

He led Michael over to where Daniel was being fucked, and made him bend over, so that Daniel’s dick was right in front of him. “Start sucking!” Zack ordered. “And you may use you hands to keep yourself steady.

Doing as he’d been ordered, Michael opened wide and took the alsatian’s ample cock into his mouth, placing his hands on the dog slave’s hips to keep himself steady. He started to suck, drawing a brief growl of pleasure from Daniel.

The lion briefly wondered why Zack wanted him bent over rather than kneeling, but that question was quickly answered when the rottweiler started playing with his ass, running a few fingers up and down, giving his tail-hole a good massage. Then, without warning, he felt Zack’s cock plunge into him.

But Zack didn’t start to fuck him at all. He just stood there, impaling Michael’s rear end, and rubbing his hands across his back as Michael went to work on Daniel’s dick.

It felt surprisingly good, his ass being used rather than simply fucked. But no matter how good it felt, having a large thick cock filling his ass, he did his best not to let it distract him from doing as he’d been ordered. He went to work on Daniel’s cock, sucking and licking and giving it all the attention he could.

Off to one side, Stripey was still going to work on Dominic’s feet, but with the kangaroo’s permission, was gradually making his way up his legs towards his crotch, worshipping every inch of his muscled legs.

“You’re good at that.” The kangaroo said, stroking the tiger’s head-fur. “Let’s see if you’re still good at cock-sucking.” He slapped his ample dick in the tiger’s face for emphasis.

Stripey took the hint and quickly enveloped Dominic’s cock with his mouth, immediately putting all his attention into sucking off the leather-clad kangaroo. Dominic clamped his hands onto the tiger’s head, holding him in place as he worked.

“Oh yeah!” He growled. “You’re as good as ever…”

Michael had to fight back a feeling of frustration as his continued sucking of Daniel yielded no results and the sweaty cock in his mouth refused to cum. He was unable to see the approving smile that Zack gave to Daniel.

Nearby, Dominic was enjoying Stripey’s expertise at sucking a cock. But at the same time he was eyeing up Daniel. He looked at Mitchell and their eyes met.

With only an exchanged glance for communication, the two of them nodded, deciding to switch slaves. Dominic pulled Stripey off his dick, the tiger looking disappointed at the interruption. Mitchell slipped himself out of Daniel to make way for the kangaroo. Dominic quickly thrust his hard cock into the dog’s ass and started to fuck him slowly but forcefully.

Mitchell focused his attentions on Stripey, pulling him to his feet and wrapping his arms around the handcuffed tiger and fondling every crevice of his physique. Stripey nuzzled himself up against Mitchell’s muscular chest. One of the panther’s hands reached the feline’s dick and began pumping it, to the delight of Stripey, who started purring.

Michael was still sucking away on Daniel’s thick and tasty cock. His jaw was aching terribly by now, and he was starting to tire, but he frankly didn’t care. He was too caught up in the thrill of being used like a real slave, of serving the Masters who were playing with him. He didn’t want it to end.

Mitchell was watching his lion slave as he continued caressing Stripey, glad that Michael seemed to be enjoying himself rather than freaking out. It seemed his over-protectiveness had been unnecessary.

A sudden idea occurred to him. He let go of Stripey and grabbed his wrist, leading him over to Michael. He clicked his fingers and pointed to the lion. “Get down there and start sucking him.” He ordered.

Stripey nodded and crouched down. Despite being handcuffed, he was able to manoeuvre himself so that he was underneath Michael and able to reach his cock. It was almost as if he’d done something similar many times before. Given what Dominic had told him about the tiger, it was likely he had.

The tiger went to work on Michael’s cock, quickly showing off his skill and expertise, getting the lion hard and sucking away. Mitchell watched and enjoyed the young lion’s wide-eyed expression of pleasure as Stripey got going.

Mitchell knew what he wanted to do next. He wandered over to Zack, hugging his friend from behind, his hard dick rubbing against the dog’s ass.

“Now that feels interesting.” The rottweiler chuckled. “I’m thinking someone wants some canine ass on his dick.”

“If a certain canine has no objections to having some feline dick in his ass.” Mitchell smiled. “It has been a while since you and I last fucked. All our time has been spent fucking slaves.”

“Yeah,” Zack agreed, “we’re too generous to them!”

“So?”

“So go ahead.” Said Zack. “But you owe me one.”

“Of course.” Said Mitchell. He plunged himself into Zack’s tail-hole.

“Oh yeah!” Zack barked. “That’s the big panther cock I know and love!” He wriggled a little, trying to get more of Mitchell’s thick member into his rear.

The big black panther started to fuck his friend, thrusting in and out in a gentle rhythm. Zack reared back his head, letting out a short howl of ecstasy as Mitchell pounded away at his ass.

Michael heard, but was unable to look. He was still sucking Daniel, but by now, he was beginning to tire and his jaw was aching. But the young lion kept at it. He wasn’t going to let Mitchell down. He was going to prove he could handle himself as a slave. He could endure a little discomfort for that. And Daniel’s cock was very tasty, which was a bonus.

The minutes ticked by, but Daniel seemed to be no closer to cumming, in spite of all Michael’s efforts. But he was determined, and kept sucking, not letting the fact that Stripey was sucking his cock, and doing an expert job at it, distract him from his work.

“Damn, this feels good.” He heard Mitchell say from somewhere behind him.

“You’re telling me!” Zack laughed. “But I know you. You’d enjoy fucking your slave even more.”

“Maybe.” Mitchell shrugged.

“Then go ahead.” Said Zack.

“If you’re sure?” Mitchell replied.

“Of course I am.” Said Zack. “Besides, I see a tiger slave who has an ass in need of filling.”

“OK then.”

Mitchell and Zack separated, the panther’s cock slipping out of the dog with a soft pop. The rottweiler pulled his dick out of Michael and stepped aside so that Mitchell could take his place. The handsome black panther wasted no time in plunging his cock into Michael’s rear, rubbing the lion’s lower back as he proceeded to fuck his slave.

Zack went to Stripey, still lying on his back under Michael, sucking on the lion’s cock.  The rottweiler got down beside him and grabbed the tiger’s ankles, lifting the feline so that his legs where in the air and Zack was able to reach his ass. With the kind of skill that only comes from experience, Zack manoeuvred himself into position and started to fuck Stripey, while still allowing the tiger to continue sucking. At the same time, he reached a hand around and started pumping Stripey’s dick.

Dominic was the first of them to cum. The kangaroo reached his climax, his grip on Daniel’s body tightening as he shot his cum into canine’s ass and let out a roar of pleasure. The Alsatian expressed his own pleasure with a small yelp of delight.

Once he was done, Dominic relaxed against Daniel’s sweaty muscular body. “Still one of the best fucks around.” He gasped, trying to get his breath back.

Zack and Mitchell were next, reaching their climaxes almost at the same time. Mitchell’s cum blasted forth, filling Michael’s rear end with its warmth, roaring out his orgasm. The young lion shuddered slightly, almost losing his balance, surprised by the sudden blast of pleasure.

And Zack came into Stripey, shooting his cum deep into the tiger without making a sound. When he was done, he simply slipped his spent penis out of the tiger and moved aside, letting Stripey’s legs fall to the floor. But he maintained his grip on the tiger slave’s cock and didn’t stop jerking him off.

The rottweiler glanced around and looked Daniel in the eye, giving his slave a small nod of permission.

Daniel ejaculated for the second time that night; letting himself cum. Michael gulped it down, savouring the salty creamy taste.

With cum filling him at both ends, with the intense pleasure of being used like a proper sex slave flowing through, he could feel his own orgasm fast approaching. He tried to hold it back, briefly uncertain if he needed permission from Mitchell…

“You may cum whenever you’re ready, my slave.” Mitchell purred. He was still gently rubbing the lion’s lower back, and his thick cock still plugging Michael’s ass.

Michael relaxed, letting the moment of climax wash over him. He shot his cum and Stripey slurped it all down, cleaning the lion’s dick with his tongue afterwards.

Mitchell pulled Michael up into a standing position, hugging him close. Michael’s jaw was sore and aching horribly, he was tired and sweaty. But he had never felt so fantastic, so complete in all his life. He relaxed into his Master’s loving embrace.

Zack was still left pumping Stripey’s dick. “C’mon, pussy cat!” He snarled. “You’re the last one. Let’s get that cum out of you!” The rottweiler seemed to be pumping harder and faster with each passing second.

“Yes, Sir!” Stripey gasped.

And then the tiger came, a spurt of white shooting out of his cock like a small fountain and splattering across his chest and stomach. He arched his back as the orgasm hit, and then relaxed to the floor once he was spent.

But Zack wasn’t done yet. Some of Stripey’s cum had splattered on his hand and he held it over the tiger’s muzzle “Lick.” He commanded.

Stripey was obviously tired after his exertions, but like an experienced slave, he still responded to orders, and his tongue shot out, slobbering across Zack’s hand and cleaning it of his own cum.

“Good kitty.” Said Zack, as he reached beneath the tiger and removed the handcuffs. “You may rest now.”

Mitchell finally withdrew himself from Michael’s ass, but kept hugging him, unwilling to let go just yet. Together, the tired and sweaty felines sank to the padded floor, wrapped in each other’s arms as they laid down to rest after their sexual exploits.

Meanwhile, Zack had climbed to his feet and approached his slave, still hanging from the ceiling. The rottweiler took note that Dominic had gone and sat down by the wall to get some rest. He grinned warmly at Daniel, running his hands across his muscles before moving in and kissing him passionately.

A few moments later, he broke away from the kiss and looked his handsome Alsatian in the eye. “You’ve done me proud tonight, Daniel.” He said, stroking his slave’s face. “Just like always.”

“Thank you, Master.” Said Daniel, smiling at the praise.

Zack reached up and unbuckled the cuffs that held Daniel up, releasing the slave’s arms. He held his slave tight and guided him over to the wall beside Dominic. He sat down, pulling Daniel with him. He needed to rest a little just like his fellow Masters.

He pointed at his cock and clicked his fingers. Daniel understood without a word and started licking and suckling at the rottweiler’s cock. Zack smiled as Daniel went at it. It was a simple task that Daniel was so good at he could do blindfolded, so it wouldn’t add to his exhaustion at all. Plus, it was something Daniel truly enjoyed, so it was also a nice little reward for him.

Across the room, Mitchell and Michael were laying together, the hunk of a panther holding the lion close. Mitchell was feeling immense pride. Michael had handled himself so well, there was no way he couldn’t be proud of him then and there.

He looked at the young lion in his arms. Michael had his eyes closed, resting against Mitchell’s body. He might have dozed off for a moment. With one hand, Mitchell found himself running his fingers across the leather of Michael’s collar. Before, he hadn’t been completely sure about his feelings, but now he was.

Mitchell kissed the lion on the forehead and whispered what he now knew without a shadow of a doubt. “I love you, Michael.”

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It was a little while later when Michael was shaken awake as Mitchell stretched. He blinked his eyes open, realising he’d fallen asleep in his Master’s arms and expecting some punishment for not having had permission.

But it seemed as if it had gone unnoticed. He probably wasn’t asleep for very long. Mitchell was stretching, flexing his lovely muscles. He slipped Michael out of his arms and sat up, looking about the room. “I think I’m done for the night.” He announced, with a yawn.

“You’re getting old, Mitch!” Zack laughed, from where he sat by the wall. “There used to be a time when you could fuck all night!”

“I could say the same about you!”  Mitchell shot back. “Whatever happened to that sex-crazed rottweiler I used to know?”

“I’m right here, thank you very much!” Zack protested.

Mitchell was climbing to his feet. “But how about we call it a night and head home?”

“Yeah.” Dominic nodded, standing up and stretching. “It’s late. Can’t be too long until closing time anyway. And I need to get home and get some sleep.” He went to retrieve his jockstrap from where he’d left it.

Zack pulled Daniel off his cock and stood up, leaving his slave kneeling on the floor. “Why don’t you take Stripey home with you?” He suggested. “You wouldn’t want to sleep alone, would you?”

At the mention of his name, the tiger slave sat up, looking at Zack, and then looking pleadingly at Dominic.

“Well, only if the slave wants to share my bed with me?” The kangaroo Master smiled at Stripey.

“Yes, Sir, I would like that a lot!” The tiger nodded enthusiastically.

“We may even have a little fun together tomorrow morning!” Dominic laughed, walking over to the tiger. “On your feet!”

Stripey scrambled to get up and stand to attention. Dominic wrapped an arm around his shoulders and guided him towards the door.

“I’ll seen you guys soon, OK?” Said Dominic, waving his goodbye. And then he was gone.

Mitchell picked up the leather shorts he’d discarded earlier and slipped them on before picking up the jockstrap that Michael had been wearing and throwing it to the lion with an order to put it on. He then proceeded to put his combat trousers and boots back on.

Zack didn’t seem too concerned about his shorts, simply handing them to Daniel to carry as he motioned for the alsatian to stand up. As soon as his slave was on his feet, Zack was kissing him again.

Once he had the jockstrap on again, Michael suddenly found himself pulled to his feet by Mitchell, who hugged him again, causing the lion to purr softly.

“Come on, my slave.” Said the panther. “Time to head home.”

He led the way to the door, Michael trailing respectfully behind. They stopped at the door and Mitchell retrieved the butt plug that had spent so long in Michael’s ass, while looking to his rottweiler friend, who was still locked in a kiss with Daniel.

“Are you coming, Zack?” He asked. “Or are you going to stay here kissing Daniel till morning?”

“That is certainly tempting!” Zack chuckled, breaking out of the kiss. “But I guess its time to leave.”

Zack and Mitchell left the room side by side, leading their two slaves through the private areas of Alpha’s Den. It seemed to be a lot quieter to Michael than it had been earlier, as every room they passed was now empty. Except for one room where there was a bulldog slave, the same one he’d seen at Master Alpha’s feet earlier that night. He was tidying the room and thoroughly cleaning the equipment.

The main area of the club was also a lot quieter. The dance floor was now empty; the background music had been turned down low. There were only a few Masters and slaves still about, sitting and drinking. A pair of collared slaves, a young alsatian and a tall brown-furred timber wolf, were busy sweeping the floor and Michael guessed they must be more of Alpha’s slaves.

The bar was closed, but Beta was still about. The big doberman was perched on a bar stool, apparently doing some paperwork. Michael remembered being told that he ran most of the place on his Master’s behalf.

As Michael watched, he noticed Master Alpha approaching Beta from behind. The muscular wolf wrapped his arms around the dog in passionate embrace, and then spun the stool around so that they were facing each other so that he could kiss his slave on the forehead. Michael noticed that his demeanour was subtly different from when he’d met Alpha earlier. It reminded him of the way Zack was around Daniel.

They exchanged a few words that the lion couldn’t hear, and then Alpha produced a leash, which he clipped to the dog’s collar. Beta hardly had time to gather up the papers he’d been working on a slip them into a folder before Alpha lead him away. The doberman was beaming with pride and happiness.

As he followed Mitchell toward the double doors that would lead them out to the lobby and the club’s exit, Michael glanced back for one final look at the place. He was feeling very glad that he’d been brought here. It had been a very educational night that had taught him something for certain.

To Be Continued...