Both lions locked eyes, each waiting for the other to make a move. Simba struck first but Scar managed to dodge his nephew’s blow. Already, Simba steeled himself to deliver a follow-up.
Scar wavered. The younger lion was simply faster and stronger than his comparatively pampered uncle. But the cunning usurper had not claimed the throne of the Pride Lands by merit of physical prowess. Instead, Scar was adept at scheming. He knew he had little chance of winning in a fair fight, which is why he never intended to best his nephew in physical combat in the first place. He had a different plan….
With a low sweep kick, Simba finally knocked Scar to the ground, towering over him victoriously.
“Alright, alright,” quavered Scar, throwing his arms up melodramatically. “I can recognize when I’ve been defeated. You win.” That was enough to stall his foe long enough for Banzai the hyena to sneak up from behind and knock Simba down to the dusty ground. Scar wasted no time and picked up his prey, grappling him in a Nelson hold.
“H-Hey! Let me go, this isn’t fair!” yelled Simba, struggling.
“Life isn’t fair,” Scar retorted smugly while gripping his nephew tightly. “And challenging a king like myself befits a penalty. Banzai, do it!”
“You got it, Scar!” Said the hyena, sauntering towards Simba. He placed a hand on the lion’s firm chest and started feeling around. The hand trailed down from the firm pectorals towards the fuzzy abs and then past the belly-button. He was looking for a soft spot to punch.
Simba was puzzled. He didn’t know why Banzai was feeling him up. And, more importantly, he didn’t know why it tickled so much! His lips began showing signs of a forced grin.
“Oh? What’s this?” Snickered Banzai as he bared his claws and dragged them lightly over the same spot.
“W-Whahat?! No, n-not that, plehehease!!” Simba begged amidst panicked giggles.
“No way! He’s ticklish!? That’s hilarious!” Exclaimed the hyena.
“It would seem so!” smirked Scar. ”How interesting that he would come to take my place as king when he’s as ticklish as a cub! How very interesting, indeed. Change of plans. Let’s make him comfortable, then he can tell us all about how ticklish he is!”
They held Simba with his back against the trunk of a thick tree and tied his arms up and around it, leaving the rightful heir to the throne helplessly exposed. Scar paced leisurely around the tree to stand behind his captive before reaching around with both arms and digging his fingers into his nephew’s sensitive underarms. Banzai, for his part, squatted down to face Simba’s abdominal area and ran his own claws over the lion’s belly.
“I gihive up! I-I cahahan’t tahake it! Hahaha!!” cackled Simba.
“See, Simba? You’re too ticklish to be king, I’m much better suited to the job,” boasted Scar, expanding his area of coverage to Simba’s sides and chest.
“Yeah! Such a ticklish little lion could never be the king, haha!” teased Banzai as he licked around Simba’s quivering abdominals, occasionally snaking his tongue inside his belly button.
The combined torture had an unexpected effect on the poor lion, one he himself could not have predicted.
“No way,” Banzai’s ears perked up as he looked at Simba’s growing erection, dumbfounded. “Boss, I think he uh… likes it?”
“…He what?” Scar peered down at Simba’s waist and smiled deviously at what he saw. “Not only is the son of Mufasa helplessly ticklish but he takes pleasure in being tortured as well? My, my… What would dear old daddy say?” He teased, feigning disappointment.
“SCAHAHAR! I SURRENEHENDERR!!” bawled Simba as his needy cock grew and grew.
Curiosity took the better of Banzai and he skittered his claws over the lion’s swollen glans. He was surprised to see Simba buck and moan between giggles. A clear jet of pre-cum sprung from his cock, coating the hyena’s fingers.
“Whoa, he really, really likes being tickled! Hahah Kitchie coo, Simba!” With that, he redoubled his efforts. He tickled all over Simba’s hard cock, scritching and scratching his claws over the tip, along the length and even under and around the lion’s balls.
Scar took over his nephew’s torso, poking his claws into as many spots as he could: armpits, sides, tummy, belly-button, and wherever else would make Simba laugh. After many minutes of torture, another idea crossed the older lion’s mind. He issued his henchman a new order:
“Make him cum.”
Banzai smiled his hyena smile and started stroking Simba’s helpless member while Scar re-focused his efforts on tickling the bound lion’s underarms.
“NO NOHOHO!! I-I CAHAN’T HOLD IT!!”
It is no easy feat to hold back an orgasm whilst under tickle-torture. Simba learned this the hard way as he stained the ground with his royal cum. Another fact he learned that day was that people become wildly more sensitive after cumming. But Scar and Banzai knew that one already.
“Now the real fun begins, Simba. I’m sure you’ll have a great time!” Scar’s tone oozed with sadistic glee.
“Let’s see if this dick of yours likes being tickled after cumming!” Banzai made good on his word as he, once again, tormented Simba’s spent shaft with his tickly claws while using his tongue to lick around the sensitive tip.
“STOHOHOP NOOOO STAAAHAHAHAP!!!”
Simba spent the rest of the day laughing and begging for mercy from his two sadistic captors. He received none.