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 ing 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 ing 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 ive, 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 full to bursting. A silly idea, of course. There were plenty more clients waiting to be serviced, and thus plenty more to be swallowed. He had to make room for it—there was hardly a choice.

The buffalo snorted and gave one final spurt, his seed coating Legoshi’s throat; then he pulled back, his cock flopping out of the wolf’s mouth. Legoshi bent over, panting, a trickle of spunk trailing from his mouth. One of the shishigumi wiped the dry-erase board clean and put a “20” under the “clients serviced” mark.

“Oi!” Another shishigumi backhanded him. “Tell me your phone’s lock, runt, before I really make you regret it!”

“It’s… mine…” Legoshi wheezed at him. His whole body was weak and tormented. The constant fuckings he’d endured in his mouth and ass left him trembling from use; he likely wouldn’t even be able to stand on his own. His mouth still ached from how they’d filed down his fangs. And his caged-up cock was needy and sore and desperate for stimulation. Hating himself for doing it in front of his captors but unable to control the urgings, Legoshi began rubbing his thighs against his caged member in a desperate attempt at stimulus. A whine peeled from his mouth.

“You’ve got a buyer,” the shishigumi said, bending low. “Not for your rear—that’s already been sold to this gentleman.” Indeed, another client was lining up behind him. Legoshi noticed this one was an elephant. He was horrified; it was the biggest cock yet. “Your phone. Buyer wants to dig around in there. Will pay extra for it, too. So let us in.”

“But I don’t—GRRAAHHH!” Legoshi’s voice was a high, miserable howl as the elephant shoved in. His hands clenched and he beat his knuckles against the stocks in a show of misery. The elephant was so large that he thought he might split open—his sore hole failing utterly to squeeze and expunge the massive shaft from him.

“Please,” Legoshi whined. “Please please please…”

“Next guy is even bigger, y’know. We turned him aside but maybe we can get him back.”

The elephant bucked in again. “Grraaahhh!”

“‘Less you share that code with us. C’mon, be a good pup.”

The thought that there might be an even bigger cock waiting for him was nearly paralyzing to Legoshi. The elephant thrust in and he nearly ed out; his body shivered with orgasm and his caged cock suffered in its binding. He began speaking without even realizing it:

“1019… it’s 1019…”

“Good boy.” The criminal patted Legoshi on his cheek and returned to their clients. Deep inside, Legoshi couldn’t help but think about why that was his code: October 19th. Haru’s birthday. Haru… someone he would never see again…

He reflexively trembled, still orgasming, and hated every moment.

---

Louis missed his antlers. He missed having dignity. He missed his clothes, his freedom… he missed when his body didn’t ache… he missed orgasming on his own desire…

He missed his friends… he missed Legoshi…

He didn’t want to do this anymore.

WHAM!

A sharp buck of one of the shishigumi into his ass set the stag squealing. His voice was high and piquant, wavering with needfulness despite himself. His eyes watered. It was hard… it was so very hard to keep up with it all, to who he was. To his pride. The shishigumi were taunting him about how easily he’d broken for them, about how quickly the once-fiery stag had become a serviceable ‘doe’. For Louis, the invective in his soul had quickly crumbled to desperation and then, further, into numb acceptance. It was… so tiring to put up with this… those muscles trembling, that cock throbbing, that weak body, was it all really his? It was, perhaps, easier to think that it was happening to somebody else. Somebody who wasn’t suffering like he was…

The lion in his ass grunted and Louis was stuffed full of cum for what had to be the umpteenth time that day. He barely even ed it amidst the soreness and his own aftershocks of orgasm. Pain and pleasure and weariness and use all blended together into a mélange that threatened to overwhelm his very sense of being.

The lion pulled out and Louis readied for the next one, but none came. For the first time in what felt like forever, he was… he was empty. He could breathe. He groaned, coughing, cum leaking from both ends and tears streaking down his cheeks.

The salty tang of their seed was acrid in Louis’s throat. The lion had used him to their fill and cum unceremoniously inside of him, again and again and again. His throat was sore from the size of them, and he felt as though he might never be able to scrub his tongue clean. Now that they were donewere done done, they’d pawned his leash off to one of their nameless rank-and-file. This unfamiliar shishigumi yanked Louis up and led him with a heavy-handed tug on his leash across the large room, the deer man stumbling behind them all the while.

Another lion took his leash and he was yanked to a kneeling position. More were dragging out something heavy covered with a cloth; it scraped against the floor.

“We’ve got something special for you, doe,” said the lion, taunting him. “So take a good look.”

They grabbed his scalp and forced him to look at the mystery object, and—oh. Oh. It was the tall mirror, spotless save for a thin patina of dust. Their ‘something special’ was…

It was Louis himself.

He stared, dumbfounded, at the sight before him. He’d caught sight of himself before, out of the corner of his eyes, but he’d diligently avoided facing his own appearance. Now, though, he had no choice. He knew he felt like shit, but seeing it was another thing entirely. His body was limp and encrusted with fluids; his eyes were baggy and weary, like he’d stayed up three nights in a row and was fighting to stay awake. The lions surrounding him were strong and virile and taunting, each one of them coarse and crass in how they poked fun at him. His cock was limp and floppy, almost shameful in its smallness compared to the on-display virility of the surrounding pride.

His antlers, of course, were gone. Two nibs were growing from his skull in their place. Tear stains streaked from the corner of his eyes. Oh god—who was he joking? He wasn’t tough. He wasn’t in-control or adventurous. He was… weak. Pathetic. Broken. Little more than a piece of ive fuck-meat for his true masters.

He’d played pretend that he could get past this, that this had perhaps happened to someone else—but no. This was definitely Louis himself in that mirror, but Louis stripped of all ambition and dignity and self-worth. This was Louis as he truly was: meek, helpless, mewling, obedient.

He stared at the broken thing in the mirror and it stared back and he knew they were one and the same.

A powerful, confident paw alit on his crown. “Get short with the boss again and we’ll make this look like a fucking warmup.” The voice was coarse and confident; the grip tightened, forcing Louis to look directly at the mirror. He would never be able to turn away or forget what it was that he saw here.

“You learn your lesson yet, doe?” the lion continued. “I hope you have. That’s the look of a herbivore who’s learned his place.”

Louis almost swallowed. His place… his place was here. At their feet. Servicing them. A collar around his neck, a tattoo on his foot, bereft of clothes or meaning. He existed for them. All for them.

The next few words were so soft, so sweet in his ear, that they were almost a kiss. “You’re ready to kneel for the boss now, aren’t ya?”

Swallowing, feeling weak and broken, Louis slowly nodded, and his doppelganger in the mirror did likewise. The lion tsked and tightened his grip on Louis’s head. “I want t’hear you fucking say it, doe.”

Louis swallowed again. He’d taken so much cock that his throat was sore. Even so, he managed to croak out: “Y-Yes… sir…”

Two little words, the sign of his broken defeat. He realized that he wasn’t just saying them to make them stop, or to tell them what they wanted to hear: he, at least on some level, truly meant it. He was ready to kneel. To suck. To serve. To do, and be, whatever they wanted to be.

His body shuddered, and a little bit of cum leaked out of him. He was theirs, now. He belonged to them.

---

Legoshi finally gave out, fluttering in and out of unconsciousness. If he’d thought that would make his ordeal easier, he was mistaken. All it did was loosen his holes.

It was hell. He was left insensate, little more than a warm, limp fuck-toy, as his clients ravaged him one after another. Weak and sore, he would out, falling asleep, only to get fucked awake by even more cock. Money changed hands, his holes were sold, and life became a cavalcade of insensate stimulation and . In, out, back and forth—again and again, he was sold, and fucked. His throat hurt, his ass hurt, his cock strained desperately against its cage, and all the while he was unable to do anything about it. Life became almost like a dream that he flitted in and out of, all while enduring the onslaught.

He was vaguely, dimly aware of things changing. Elsewhere in the black market, reduced almost to background noise, clients argued with the shishigumi about price. They pointed out his much-used state and the parade of animals going in and out of his tent. The shishigumi gave in, and adjusted his price even lower. Herbivores, of course, remained favored—they got the same special discount as always.

Sometimes the shishigumi would take turns with him themselves, ‘softening him up’ for especially large clients like rhinos and moose or simply having fun during the downtime. Some of the shishigumi apparently took a liking to Legoshi, and as he continued drifting in and out of consciousness he was dimly aware of them debating whether or not to sell him, as they’d originally planned, or to take him with them. He honestly didn’t know which fate he dreaded more.

At some point, when he ed out only to get fucked awake, Legoshi realized that the shishigumi had marked that both blowjobs and anal were free now. He grunted pathetically, whining in protest, only for a lion to see him and wink coyly.

“Decided to keep you after all, pup, but first we’ll let all the attendees of this market have a go,” he said. “A sort of last hurrah, you get me?”

Legoshi opened his mouth weakly but all that emerged was a wry, dry sob. The lion chuckled to himself as he lit up a cigarette. “Well, guess it doesn’t really matter either way what you think about it…”

Legoshi gave himself over to the sensations, still feeling disoriented and confused, and finally let himself drift in the loose dreamlike sensation of being used yet again. As he did, he could feel himself being let loose from the stocks. Thoughts of freedom didn’t even cross his mind—he was too weak, too well-used, to even dream of escaping.

An unfamiliar voice murmured something about how out of it he was, and a shishigumi chuckled in reply. “Just makes him more… compliant. Can’t do a thing about it.”

Finally, Legoshi internalized just how right they were.

He couldn’t have said how long he limped along in that dreamy half-state, getting fucked by (it seemed) the entire black market. Finally, when they’d tired of whoring him out to every single animal who had an interest in him, the shishigumi hauled him back into their van. In the van was a bowl of cool, clear water, and Legoshi crawled over to it, whimpering, as he sought to slake his thirst. Meanwhile, the shishigumi chuckled darkly. He heard the tap of a finger against a phone screen and knew that he was being recorded.

The humiliation sunk deep in his chest, but he found it hard to care. He just wanted relief—a chance to breathe and catch his breath. His sense of meaning and worth. Something.

The shishigumi drove him to their mansion, clear from the prying, judgmental eyes of civilization. Legoshi pondered a rescue, but then how many animals of influence had there already been at the black market? No one would come to save him. He himself had tried to be a rescuer for Louis, and see how that had turned out.

The lions led him into the manor as their captive on a leash, and he plodded along in miserable defeat. Inside the manor’s central hall, his captors were talking over him, discussing how they were going to put him to use next, when there was a creak on the upper level. A door opening. Legoshi glanced up—and froze.

He recognized the sullen, defeated form led out of there on a leash not unlike his own. Louis looked different without his antlers or the stylish clothes he often wore, but it was still ineffably his friend.

“L-Louis,” Legoshi croaked. His voice trembled; it was weak from abuse and it was still hard for him to speak thanks to having his fangs filed. “Louis!”

The deer’s ear flapped as he recognized his name, and he raised his head up in curiosity. The two of them met one another’s gazes and each beast was struck as if by a thunderbolt. Just as Legoshi was well aware of his pathetic state—cum-soaked and sore and used and leashed and so many other descriptors besides—so did he see his tribulations reflected in his friend. The two of them were mirror images: mutually conquered by the shishigumi.

Something broke in Legoshi, then. He saw utter defeat etched in Louis. His friend had already given up, internalizing his place as a shishigumi plaything—and it was clear to Legoshi that seeing him had done nothing to change Louis’s outlook. Louis was thoroughly and utterly defeated. The young man, if anything, didn’t seem heartened or hopeful to see his friend. Rather, an even further pall of gloom seemed to have settled on him.

“Oh, miss your friend?” one of the lions taunted. “Well, get used to it. Sure, you’ll be in the same compound, but if you think we’ll ever actually let you two pal around…” He yanked Legoshi’s collar and the humiliated wolf was forced to a side hallway. At the end of the hall, a dark stairwell led into a cellar.

“W-Wait…” Legoshi moaned. “But… Louis…!”

But it didn’t matter. The lions led him deeper—such was his place.

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Louis suckled the boss’s cock with eager tenderness.

It’d been some time since his capture and breaking. He almost found it hard to track the days, but realized that he had a special way of keeping time built into his very body: his antlers. It was almost a blessing that they’d broken them off during that awful day of trials. (He shuddered thinking about it. He hated considering it, but that day had been like a hurricane. It had swept over him and changed everything, and he couldn’t help but ponder it over and over.)

Regardless, his antlers were slowly budding back in. They’d grown a few inches and one small prong had begun to manifest on each side. The boss, when he let his guard down, liked to claim they were endearing. Louis hoped they’d be put to good use.

The collar and leash were still around his neck, but the boss held them loose. After all, Louis had thoroughly demonstrated that there wasn’t really a need to use them anymore. He never tried to escape or act out or fight back. That stormy day (and here he was, thinking about it again) had driven that urge from him forever. He sometimes looked at himself in the mirror. He was lean and handsome, no longer the miserable wretch shivering on the floor, but he could read the wretch’s existence hidden behind his eyes. It was undeniable.

Sometimes the boss did like to put the leash to good use, of course, pulling it tight or using it to put his pet in his place. Louis endured the travails with good grace. After all, it was the boss’s right to use his toy how he wished, wasn’t it?

“Hmm… you’ve come a long way since those trembling days, haven’t you?” The boss leaned back, sighing happily, as Louis throated around him. “What a refined throat, swallowing me with such practiced ease.”

Situated worshipfully at the boss’s feet, Louis dove back into his duty with aplomb. His lips met the boss’s balls and his throat easily opened to allow the throbbing cock inside. It was warm and comfortable inside of him.

“Look at me, pet. Let me see those broken eyes…”

Obediently, Louis gazed up at him. The lion’s eyes were commanding and unrelenting, reminding Louis of his place just by presence alone. Almost shyly, the deer continued sucking.

“Good pet.”

The praise was like manna to him; it was all he lived for. Louis ed something else from that tempestuous day as well, a memory of Legoshi standing below him, looking up. The wolf had been in straits almost as dire as Louis himself.

Sometimes, when he wasn’t busy servicing the boss, Louis thought about Legoshi. He was sure that his friend was still in the mansion. He hoped the other shishigumi were treating him well, and that Legoshi had learned to service them as well as Louis had.

Sometimes Louis even imagined that he and Legoshi might be reunited, servicing the boss together. But deep down, he knew that was a pipe dream. If they were going to be reunited, they would have been already.

Once, the knowledge that his friend shared a building with him but they were doomed never to see each other again would have shattered Louis. Now, though, it was little more than a curiosity, rolling over him. Whatever his concerns had once been, now all that mattered was one thing:

And it was tensing and splashing cum down his throat this very moment. He shuddered again. All was well.