Mufasa’s standing in the middle of a public park, completely naked. The king’s arms were tied behind his back, preventing him from hiding his rock-hard two inch cock. A bright blushed burned on the man’s cheeks as he was stared at and mocked those who passed by.

Another day, another night of watching his wife be fucked by every able-bodied man in the pridelands. Every man other than him, of course.

Mufasa has been property of the hyenas for years now. After he was knocked unconscious by the stampede, he was taken as the hyenas’ pet. To be used until he outlives his usefulness. ….He’s starting to wish that the stampede really did claim his life.

Mufasa is the most pathetic king in the history of the pridelands. Instead of ruling his subjects, he is beaten and fucked by anyone who desires to use the king’s body. And the worst part? He LOVES it.

Your king has returned! He apologizes for being gone for so long! He has been held captive by the zebra tribe for the past few months. Used as nothing more than a toy, and humiliated every day of the week. And he LOVED every last second~

“I have every right to be in my own kingdom, my son. My sexual life should not impact that.”

“It certainly needs some work, my boy.”

“I suppose I wouldn’t mind watching. Very well. I will join you.”

Mufasa simply nodded his head, hands resting on his hips as he son roared out into the sky. “Not bad, my son. You’ve grown quite a lot in such a short time. It feels like only a few days ago that you were as tall as my waist.”

He couldn’t help but smirk himself. “You should be proud of having a father who is so open about his sexuality. My time laying with women was not enjoyable…but I am glad that I sired such a worthy heir.” If Sarabi didn’t actually get knocked up by someone else, that is-

“That is just something you have to accept, my son.” Mufasa smiled softly, his hands remaining on his curvy hips. “Your father enjoys being dominated and humiliated by other men. I can envision myself doing so for the rest of my days. And even passing on doing what I love.”

“I’m not exactly in control, my son. The lengths these men will go through to humiliate me are honestly rather impressive. Perhaps you can come witness it yourself? Watch your father be beaten and degraded~?”

He chuckled softly. “I’m surprised myself that I survived that encounter. I was fucked and trampled on by so many of those beasts. But what a way it would be to go~” He moaned out, seemingly remembering the encounter fondly.

“What?” He smirked, seemingly unaware of how lewd and depraved his words were. “You’re clearly too young to understand, my son. Being kicked, stomped on, and brutalized by those beasts is a pleasure you can only understand when you experience it. It took months to heal~”

Come strangle your king~

“Welcome back, your majesty…~”

“As best I could. But it was difficult to make up for your absence~”

“I always have time for you, my boy~”

He’d purr in response. “Yes sir~”

Rejoice, peasants! Your king has returned ~ !