[b][u][center]Crushing on the Panthers
Part 5
For User3434658
By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]








Daniel knew his stepdad was rich, but it was rare that the panther flaunted it for his sake. For his stepbrother – Benjamin Jr. – sure, but for him? He was lucky to get a second glance if he wasn’t fucking up. So, being summoned for a meeting and being driven there in a limo, as fancy as you like, was a new experience for him. 

He just wished he could share it with Ben. His stepbrother – no, bluntly, his Master – was out of town on a required class trip, leaving him to face the panther patriarch alone. Considering the slavery contract the older feline had forced him to sign at their last meeting, that did not bode well.

Daniel glanced through the glass to the front of the car. The driver – another feline, a tabby housecat – looked back. Nothing was spoken, but the feline glanced down at the leather collar around the human’s neck. Daniel resisted the urge to cover it as the driver smirked. 

[i]If Ben were here, this wouldn’t be a problem.[/i]

But he wasn’t. This class trip was [i]required[/i] if Ben wanted to graduate with top marks, and – as Benjamin Sr. threatened to cut his son’s allowance if he graduated any lower – he had to go. Daniel understood that, but that didn’t mean he liked it. 

The limo turned, leaving the freeway and pulling onto a lushly appointed side road. Not the main house, then; Benjamin Sr. must have rented a place for this. Another bad sign. 

Daniel leaned and took a deep breath. He could handle this…he hoped. 

[i]He’s not that bad. Ben’s more fun, but his dad’s just…stricter. And…pushier. And…[/i]

He sighed, covering his face. Both panthers believed in anthro supremacy, but to very different extents. Ben’s beliefs were more like a spice that made their ‘games’ and ‘slavery’ more fun, while Benjamin Sr. actively believed, campaigned for, and pushed anthro supremacy wherever he could. It was like listening to someone advocating for the ‘White Man’s Burden’ at times with how he wanted society to change. 

The [i]only[/i] redeeming factor was that the patriarchal panther believed that anthros had a responsibility to their slaves, [i]if[/i] the slaves behaved well. Otherwise, Daniel doubted that he’d ever be able to afford college, let alone the same one Ben attended. 

Well, maybe; considering Benjamin Sr. was married to his mom, Daniel wouldn’t be surprised if this was a way to keep her docile. He didn’t like to think about that. 

The limo slowed, then stopped. Daniel looked out the window. They’d come to a row of small but fancy bungalows, all clearly for rent to the upper-class with tiny gardens and too-clean fences and sides. 

“Out,” the housecat said. 

“Yeah, yeah…”

Daniel climbed out of the backseat and the car sped off, leaving him alone. 

[i]Well…let’s see what Ben’s dad wants…[/i]

Daniel followed the tiled stone from the sidewalk to the raised patio. The door opened when he was halfway up the steps, and he stopped in his tracks as Benjamin Sr. looked down at him. 

“…Tell me you don’t think this is appropriate,” Benjamin Sr. said. 

As sneery as the panther’s words were, they were even more intimidating. It didn’t help that the feline was still in his lawyer-suit, dark blue and white, rich and austere. He didn’t stand so much as loom, and he cocked his head to the side with unstated expectations. Before Daniel could say anything, however – 

“He here yet, Ben?” someone else shouted from inside the house. 

The panther frowned and everything made sense to Daniel. This was no mere ‘check-in.’ This was Ben’s dad taking a chance to find out if Ben had been ‘training’ him properly. Worse, he had a guest to display a human slave to. 

[i]Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck…[/i]

“He has arrived…but he is overdressed,” Benjamin Sr. said. 

Daniel flashed back to past calls Ben had put on speakerphone. There’d been many topics discussed, but one had been the feline’s belief that enslaved humans should embrace nudity. 

Daniel nearly ripped his shirt collar as he pulled the buttons loose. As he yanked it up and over his head, he apologized. 

“Sorry, sir. I got picked up from school and they had cops around,” he said, wishing he had a better lie prepared. “I didn’t want to reflect badly on Ben – my master – by getting arrested for indecent exposure, and my mind wandered during the ride.”

“…Acceptable, though irritating,” the panther said, shaking his head. “Strip, then. And give your clothes to me.”

Nodding, he did as he was told, though his face burned as he stripped on the front porch. They were well away from the ‘general public,’ but he had no idea how many of the bungalows had people in them. Standing where he did, anyone could look out and see him. All of him. 

Daniel tried not to think about that as he removed one layer after another. He passed his shirt over, then his shoes and socks. He hurriedly shucked off his jeans, then – after a moment’s hesitation – pulled his underwear down. His cock was already starting to rise, the familiar pleasure of submission getting him nice and stiff as he stood in front of his stepfather. 

The panther glanced down and raised an eyebrow. Daniel held his breath as the feline shook his head. 

“I see that my son still hasn’t put you in chastity.”

“I’m sorry, sir. It’s been…difficult to find time between studies.”

“Hmm. We shall have to mitigate that.” The older panther finished folding the clothes and nodded to the open door. “Come.”

Bowing his head, he stepped inside as his mind raced. Everything had been turned on its head. Now that he knew this was a test, he had to put on a show to keep him and Ben out of trouble. His stepbrother was a much milder master, but they’d talked about what to do if the older panther asked questions: obey, act servile, and submit to all humiliations. 

After all, Benjamin Sr. actually believed in all this. Benjamin Sr. [i]lived[/i] the supremacy lifestyle. If Daniel was going to sell his ‘training’, then he had to take everything he did with Ben and ramp it up to an 11. 

As soon as he stepped inside, he caught a faint whiff of paw-musk. It was a mix of sweat, sourness, and a vague bit of mild cheesy scent, but not so strong as it had been with Ben. Benjamin Sr. was probably better groomed, and whoever else was in the bungalow was far enough away that he probably didn’t add to it…yet. 

“So, he’s here now?” the voice called again. 

“Yes, he is. Kneel, human.”

“Yes, sir.”

Daniel dropped to his knees as someone moved out of sight. Someone big, judging from the thumping of footsteps. 

He blinked as a lion stepped into the hall from the living room, one that was slightly taller than the panther and definitely older with those gray streaks through his mane. He walked with the ponderous steps of someone heavier, a rolling gait that made every step more purposeful than it should be. 

The lion wore a smile, business slacks, and an open formal shirt. He looked casual, but Daniel wouldn’t take anything for granted. 

As the lion approached, the paw-scent grew stronger, and Daniel realized that it was mostly coming from the lion. It was much stronger than Ben usually had, and definitely more potent than the panther beside him. Not unpleasant, but…potent. 

“So, this is what a human slave looks like. They really stay naked all the time?”

“I try – mmmph!”

Daniel almost gagged as the panther covered his mouth and shoved a finger inside. It pinned his tongue and went so far down his throat that he had to keep swallowing to not let his gag reflex take over. 

“He makes an attempt; my son is still in the middle of training him, and there are…other issues.” 

In other words, Benjamin Sr. would have preferred more but also blamed society. It was also a message to him: do not fuck this up. 

“In any case. Charles, this is Daniel, my son’s slave. Daniel, this is a colleague of mine, Charles.”

“Heh, pleased to meet you,” the lion said, offering his hand until the panther grabbed his wrist. 

“Do not encourage him.”

“Huh?”

“Humans are meant to be slaves. Giving them the idea of equality only hurts their ability to understand that.”

“Huh…So, we always treat them like this?”

“Ideally,” the panther said, shaking his head as he pulled his fingers from Daniel’s throat. “But current societal mores make that…complicated. Hopefully, our next generation can remove that little barrier.”

“I dunno. Kinda hot that we gotta keep it secret.”

“I will forgive less sensuality for greater reality. At any rate, come. Slave. Remain on all fours as you follow.”

“Yes, sir,” Daniel grunted. 

Keeping his head down, he followed the felines. They were both barefoot and his eyes went right to their toes and soles. The sight of gentle, well-kept pads made him wonder how it would feel if they stepped on his cock. It was dangerous to fantasize – particularly after Benjamin Sr.’s comment on chastity cages – but he indulged regardless. His stepfather would be rougher, probably using his claws to poke and tease and remind him of his place, while Charles…

Well, Charles had bigger paws than either of the Benjamins, and that was saying something. He shivered, imagining those big paws pressing down pinning him in place, or milking his cock and – 

His cock twitched as he crawled behind them into the living room. They took a seat on the couch, facing away from the window, and the panther gestured for him to kneel. 

He did as he was told. His stepfather reached out, hooking a finger through his collar and pulled him close. 

“You see, Charles, a properly trained slave does anything that he’s told,” the panther said. “Daniel here has been in the possession of my son for how long?”

“Two months, sir,” Daniel said. 

“Two months. And you have worn the collar the whole time?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And stayed properly nude?”

“Indoors and away from cops, sir.”

“And have you serviced my son in every way he has commanded?”

“Yes, sir,” Daniel said, nodding. 

“Then let’s have a demonstration. Open your mouth.”

Unsure what was about to happen, Daniel tilted his head back and opened his mouth. He was not ready for the panther to spit inside. 

It took every ounce of willpower to not hawk it out again. If he were the only one to pay the price, he would have spat it on the floor, but with Ben at risk – Daniel froze, mouth open with another man’s saliva running down the back of his throat. 

“…Holy shit,” Charles muttered. 

“Do it.”

“You want me to –”

“Yes. It is important that you learn how to treat your humans now rather than fumbling about. If you want a human slave, you must teach them where they belong: under you.”

“Heh…”

Charles stood up, groping himself through his loose pants. The lion was already hard from the show, Daniel saw with a groan. Any anthro that even [i]slightly[/i] indulged in anthro-superiority got hard quick with human humiliation. But it was so weird to see it. 

It was the throat clearing that almost broke him. Daniel held as still as he could as Charles hocked something into his mouth. It ran over his tongue and behind his teeth. It was…thick, and slimy, and – he didn’t want to think about it. He wanted to get rid of it so bad – 

“Hold.”

But he couldn’t. Not without permission. Daniel breathed through his nose, trying to think of anything else, anything but the slime and – 

“Now swallow.”

He did, choking down felines spit. It took two gulps to get it down, but it finally cleared his neck.

[i]Ben never made me do that.[/i]

Probably never would. But his stepdad had to think he would. 

“Now, Ben should have fitted you with a cage already, but we’ll fix that now.”

[i]Oh, god…[/i]

Chastity cages had been bandied about between him and Ben before, but only in theory, never in practice. It wasn’t supposed to happen yet, but – 

[i]He has to think we’re doing it as hard as he wants. Just…go with it.[/i]

He slowly stood up, his cock was already half-hard from humiliation and showing off, but as soon as Benjamin Sr. squeezed his balls, it softened. The panther nodded. 

“Good. This knows its place.”

This, being his cock. That…should not have been sexy, but it was.

Benjamin Sr. kept tugging and squeezing Daniel’s balls until his cock went soft. He stood with his hands behind his back as the panther popped his balls through a steel ring, then his cock afterward. A steel tube followed, sliding up and clicking into place with a lock to hold it down. Just like that, he was caged.

“So, does that hurt them?” Charles asked. 

“If he is well-trained, then this will feel natural.”

“Heh. So, kid likes paws, you said? Lemme find out.”

Charles lifted his leg and pressed his bare paw against Daniel’s cheek. The heat of the pads, the warmth and slight wetness of the fur, and the thick musk that clung to the sole hit him hard. He groaned, his cock throbbing – 

The cage stopped his erection in its tracks. He bit back a whimper; it was tight, the steel cage pressing on his cock from all sides and reminding him of his lost privileges. Daniel crushed the whimper in his throat and stuck out his tongue, dragging it along the pads. Charles grinned as the human set to work. 

He remembered every trick he used with Ben. Lick along the pad, always toward the toes instead of away. Lick and nibble the toes before sucking on them. Watch the claw, but let it touch his tongue and ‘threaten’ it. So many tricks he could pull as he licked. 

Up. 

Down. 

Up. 

Down. 

Bobbing from one toe to another, he made his way from biggest to smallest and lost himself to the process. There were differences between Charles’s paw and Ben’s, ranging from a stronger scent to a bigger shape. Ben’s paws were more sleek and powerful, while the lion’s paws were fatter, thicker, and wider, spreading out more when it pushed at him. The fur absorbed more sweat, too, making it so that he tasted the salty, slightly cheesy flavor every time that he dragged his tongue along a pad or sucked on one of the furry digits. 

His cock kept throbbing and dripping through the cage, a reminder of where he should be focusing. Charles chuckled. 

“Look at that. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“This is what humans would ideally be doing if they knew their place. And if the public understood what was best for them.”

“Heh, dunno if I agree about them being inferior, but I wouldn’t say no to a slave like this. They all this eager?”

“The ones that understand their place, yes. The ones that resist can be taught, like this one’s mother.”

Daniel stopped listening. Anthros were different, but hearing about his mom – no. Not in the middle of sex, not thinking about her with Benjamin Sr. All he wanted was to focus on the paw in his face – now paws – and huff between the toes. He wanted to be a good little paw-slave so Ben stayed out of trouble and put on a good enough performance to get the cage unlocked at the end. 

Eventually, Charles pushed him back. He was gentle, but it still shoved him to the carpet. As Daniel blinked, still staring up at the lion’s foot, his stepdad got to his feet. 

“I will get us our dinner. And the slave his food, too.”

“Heh, you do that.”

The panther walked out. Charles chuckled, running one paw over the cage while the other ground against Daniel’s face. 

“Heh, you look good down there. You really feel like you belong down there?” Charles asked. 

“Yes, sir,” he grunted. “Humans are supposed to be subservient to anthros, and to felines in particular.” 

“Never heard any of you say that.”

“I’ve learned – mmmph – I’ve learned it from my master. I am trying to be the best slave that I can be for him.”

“Heh, what do you do for him?”

“Mmmph…I…I suck his cock, and offer myself up, and worship his paws whenever he asks. I am on display for him at all times, and –”

“Damn, that’s pretty fucking hot, heh. I’m getting more and more tempted to get into this myself…”

He could believe that. Charles was pitching quite a tent in his work slacks, groping himself all the while. His stepdad had clearly picked someone interested in this, but – 

“Mmmph…”

Guilty as he felt about spreading a lie, Daniel was so deep in the ‘act’ that it was feeling more and more real. Those paws pressing on his face and cage were drowning him in the need to ‘service.’ He felt so small against them…and so needy. The stroking toes filled his nose with their scent: musky, slightly sour, masculine. It was…hot.

Benjamin Sr. returned with a tray in hand. There were two plates of seafood for the cats, but the other one – 

“Cheese and crackers?” Charles asked as the panther sat down. “What, he eats like a mouse?”

“They are suitable for stepping on and for him to lick clean. It’s the best way to feed a slave.”

“Heh…and the best way for us to get worshiped.”

Daniel huffed as Charles pulled his toes back, finally giving him the chance to breathe freely again. He turned to watch as his stepfather lifted his paw over the tray of cheese and crackers, slowly bringing it down on a little block of cheddar. The cheese splintered, then smashed flat under the panther’s pad, and when he brought his paw back up, the underside was stained yellow with the cheese crumbs. 

“Lick,” Benjamin Sr. said. 

He was no longer sure if he was acting or losing himself to the show, but he followed orders…and kept following them.

As he laid there, watching them eat and talk as if they were still in the office, they smothered beneath paws both black and golden, delicate toes and plump ones, sharp claws and more blunted digits. He learned to enjoy the differences between them and found it harder and harder to think of anything but their paws and the food they forced down his throat. 

He tasted the cheese at first, but soon that faded in favor of the other flavors of paw, toe, and fur. The sweat Charles had was his signature taste, but there was something different on Benjamin Sr.’s toes and along his pads. Like he was coated in cologne rather than his own natural taste, there was something almost spicy about it, and it was hard to think of anything else when he licked it up. His stepfather was rough, never just letting him lick, but often forcing his toes past Daniel’s lips, almost like he was trying to get them into his throat. 

“Heh, he’s leaking like mad with all this,” Charles said. “Did you train him to have a thing for paws?”

“I could have, but this one was already like that.”

“Don’t suppose I could borrow him? Learn by doing and all that?”

“Tempting, but I did promise my son that this one belonged to him. Consider this a demonstration…and a reminder of what you could have if you work with me.”

Daniel sank deeper and deeper as Charles stepped on his face again. The pads had lost most of their sweaty saltiness, losing most of their ‘flavor’, but the cheese and cracker crumbs were still embarrassingly pleasurable to lick off. He dragged his tongue over the pads and between the toes, licking them clean, all while – 

“Mmmph…mmmph…”

All while Benjamin Sr. used his toes to tug on the tube of the cage, teasing with a promise of pleasure that would never come. Tug, tease, jiggle, then the claws came out, tapping, teasing his balls. Dangerous, yet so…satisfying.

He throbbed again, oozing pre-cum onto the top of Benjamin Sr.’s toes before the panther pressed them to his lips. 

“Clean.”

He followed orders. He was good at that. 

He wasn’t sure how long he laid beneath their paws, going from one to the other as they talked business overhead. It sounded intense, but at the same time, it was so far away compared to the immediate concern of their paws. He told himself to listen for any new orders, but other than that, lost himself in licking, lapping, and sucking at their paws. 

He was so far gone that he didn’t notice they’d pulled their paws away until a minute after the fact. Worse, his hands were up against his chest, almost like a pet animal begging for a belly-rub. It jolted him back to reality enough to make him blush. 

“As you can see, well-trained,” Benjamin Sr. said. “He has his faults, and he clearly doesn’t have the same attention span as someone you’d like in the office, but he does well enough.”

“Oh, I’m more than convinced a slave would be hot. Don’t gotta sell me any further. So, uh, before I go…can I do something else?”

“I’m sure that he is willing to accommodate any request. Isn’t that right, slave?”

“Yes, sir,” Daniel said hurriedly. 

“Heh. Think I can get him to kiss my ass?” Charles asked. 

“I would say that you should go for it.”

[i]Oh…god…[/i]

The lion stood up. Daniel realized Charles really didn’t see him as a person anymore; if he did, he would have asked, or hesitated. Instead, he could just enjoy a partner who couldn’t say no. 

He stared as the lion pulled off his slacks, briefly showing off a thick cock that was a little bigger than his before turning around. Time slowed as Charles groped his ass cheeks, pulling them apart. It was clean, but sweaty, and the pink pucker between them winked at him. 

Then Charles sat down. 

He couldn’t move; he stared until the cheeks spread around his nose, gasping despite his better judgment as that pucker rested on his nose. The fumes of thick sweat and the bitter-salty-sour smell of man-ass hit him hard. It was clean, yes, but it was still strong. 

“Go on, give it a kiss,” Charles said, laughing. 

Daniel didn’t have a choice. He did as he was told. 

He kissed the lion’s hole, and when Charles didn’t stand up, he went further, kissing, licking, and nuzzling it. He gave the lion’s whole ass attention, from kissing the cheeks to sticking out his tongue and dragging it along the rim. Every taste reminded him where his tongue – hell, his entire face – was, and he bit back another whimper as he forced himself to keep going. Ben owed him for this, but he knew he’d never get paid back. His cock kept shamefully drooling through the cage as he clenched his hands into fists on the carpet. 

After what felt like an eternity, Charles stood up. The lion laughed, slapping his ass before pulling his pants up. 

“Thanks for this chance, Benjamin. Can’t wait to do this again soon.”

“Come back tomorrow; I’m sure that you will have time.”

“Oh, hell yes. If he’s still around, I’ll be back.”

Daniel didn’t move as Benjamin Sr. walked Charles out. Instead, he stared at the ceiling as he tried to process what had happened. 

[i]I’m supposed to be Ben’s slave, not public property,[/i] he thought. [i]God, I hope he bought that.[/i]

Because if his stepfather thought he was an incompetent slave, things were going to get [i]so[/i] much worse. Ben would get a milder punishment, but him? Oh, he didn’t even want to think about it. Benjamin Sr. might decide to take a direct hand in his training, and if that happened, this would go from fun to mind-breaking. He still couldn’t believe what had happened to him, or that he was still dripping from it. 

He looked down. The cage twitched ever so slightly, and his slimy pre-cum kept drooling from the end. He sighed, flopping his head back down. His body wanted at least part of this, and it was willing to pay the price in humiliation. The question was, did the rest of him?

Or…or was there some part of him that was starting to believe his stepfather about anthro superiority?

“You weren’t as disappointing as I feared.”

Daniel immediately tilted his head to follow his stepfather’s paws as he walked back to the couch. Each step was soundless, intimidating as ever. 

“I knew my son hadn’t completely trained you properly, but you do, at least, understand the basics. You still don’t believe everything that [i]I[/i] feel that you should believe, but sooner or later, you will learn. Particularly with Junior being more involved with the proper groups.”

“Hopefully, sir.”

“Don’t patronize me, human. But one day, you will learn your place. And when that day comes, you will thank me for opening your eyes to the truth. You are a slave, Daniel, and you will one day believe it instead of merely pretend it.”

He hoped not, but he was still throbbing as the panther sat down. The older man tossed him a key. 

“Unlock yourself. Your behavior has earned you a footjob before the driver comes to take you to your dorm. But afterward, you will not touch yourself until you return. Do you understand?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Then take it off; you have ten minutes.”

The cage took him thirty seconds. His cock jerked upright, instantly hard, and when his stepfather put his paws to work, it took everything he had not to cum right there. The humiliation burned almost as hot as his need. Almost. 







[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A little continuation of the series, sponsored by someone else. Daniel has to keep up the illusion of a harsher slavery than he’s really going through.

Tags: M/M, M/M/M, Human, Speciesism, Anthro, Lion, Panther, Human/Anthro, Human Inferiority, Anthro Superiority, Series, Foot Fetish, Paw Fetish, Worship, Food on Paws, Underfoot, Chastity Cage, Humiliation, Pre-Cum, Dub-Con, Musk, Facesitting, Rimming,