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There were some things in life that you could prepare for. There were others that you could only endure once they happened. Being traded to Shere Khan as a slave fell into the first category for Kit Cloudkicker.

Barely a month ago, he'd been working with Baloo and Rebecca, helping to deliver different loads of cargo all over the world. It had been fun, and a great change from being with the Sky PIrates and Don Karnage. Baloo had treated him like an equal, someone that he actually valued, rather than someone that just was a...well, he didn't like to think about how Don Karnage had treated him back then, not anymore. The memories were not good, and they weren't worth thinking about, more often than not.

However, after his first few months with them, he'd heard some rumors between Rebecca and Baloo. Something about problems with their backers, with the customers starting to dry up. They always stopped talking about it when they noticed that he was close by, but he figured that it wasn't anything too bad. They would have told him if it was something that he needed to know about, he figured.

Well, that had turned out to be dead wrong.

As the customers disappeared, the money dried up. There were still contracts to be taken with the big companies in the city, but it was not the same. They didn't have the same freedom, nor the relaxed policies that working solo had let them live by. Eventually, even the other companies started dropping them from the contract lists, until there was only one other employer that was willing to give them work.

That employer was Shere Khan. A tiger that owned the largest business in the city, he controlled a massive interest in many different enterprises. When they were at their most desperate, Baloo and Rebecca had gone to see him, leaving Kit alone at home. They said that he should relax, and let them take care of things. Tempting as it had been to go after them and see how it went, Kit had wanted to get a little time to himself, to relax after so much trouble.

He should have gone with them. When they came back, it was revealed that Khan would give them the contracts that they needed in order to keep the business running, but at the price of having a new 'assistant'. Apparently, his last one hadn't worked out so well, so he needed a new one. If Rebecca and Baloo provided him one, he would be content to send them preferential contracts, and that would let them keep their business afloat.

They'd packed him out to the city that very day, and for the last month, Shere Khan's office had been his home.

Well, more accurately, the underside of Shere Khan's desk had been his home. It was something else that he hadn't been told, or perhaps the tiger just hadn't told Kit's old friends, but apparently 'assistant' hadn't meant secretary or errand boy or anything along those lines.

Instead, it meant something very different. It meant slave.

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Kit Cloudkicker groaned under the desk, shaking his head a few times as he woke up to yet another day of his 'duties' to the tiger. He was kept naked under the desk, where he was out of sight to anyone that wasn't sitting in Shere Khan's chair. Master's Throne, the tiger sometimes called it, though it was just a chair, though a very expensive chair.

The young boy's arms were tied behind him, kept bound by some complicated arrangement of chains and ropes that kept him from being able to reach for anything. His hands were bound together, as were most of his arms up to the elbow. The desk above him made sure that he was kneeling all the time, and his legs were spread slightly, just enough for his bare crotch to be exposed at all times.

A little spout hung down from the desk near him, and he turned his head to it, sucking on the spout a few times until the water inside started flowing. It washed over his tongue, and he drank it down eagerly. The water was a welcome relief as he woke up, getting rid of the feeling of cotton and dryness from having nothing of the sort all night. It was also a sign that the tiger was going to be here soon. The water didn't start flowing again until Shere Khan was in the building; it was why he couldn't have water during the night while he was sleeping.

Adjusting his position a little bit, Kit wiggled his toes and stretched out his muscles as much as his bondage let him do. His new master would be asking for service as soon as he arrived, and he needed to be ready to give it as soon as it was asked for.

It was the same thing again and again, every day this month. He'd started getting used to it, particularly after he had failed to escape that first week. Every time he'd tried, Shere Khan's security force had been able to track him down before he'd even gotten out of the building. Sometimes they got him before he was able to get out of the office itself. Each time, it had resulted in the tiger putting him in more extensive chains, making it that much harder to get free again, making it that much more impossible to get out of his situation.

As it was, the chains on his arms were tied so well that getting free from them now would be almost impossible.

Almost. He had found a small weakness to them, but he hadn't taken the chance to run yet. There had been a few opportunities when the tiger hadn't been watching, but the time didn't feel right. There was something holding him back, something that made him stay in the ropes rather than try to break free. He wasn't sure what it was, but there was definitely something.

The ding of the elevator startled him from his thoughts, and he immediately sat up straight as he heard the sound of the tiger's footsteps approaching the desk.

"Let's see, what do we have for today's work," Shere Khan said, his voice just audible in the otherwise silent office. "A few businesses that are behind on their payments for services rendered...an offer to buy out a few transport companies, might entertain that if he can add another zero or two..."

Kit shook his head as the tiger continued muttering about the reports that he was doubtlessly carrying; the CEO always arrived in the morning with a great deal of reports from other parts of his company. Something about needing to know all the different facets of his operations, Shere Khan had said in one of his more generous moods; the CEO might be able to delegate, and he did, but he wanted to know everything about what he was delegating other people to take care of to make sure that the right person handled the right job. It was a good idea, probably, but it still bothered Kit to hear the tiger talking about all the different people that his company dealt with as if they were nothing but numbers and dollar signs.

Continuing to drone on, the tiger sat down on his 'throne', his legs sliding under the desk. Kit watched as Shere Khan kicked off his shoes, putting them next to Kit with an almost dainty touch. The tiger didn't wear socks, so the feet were bare without the shoes, and they were very close to him. The toes wiggled lightly, lifting up and then drumming on the floor as they came back down.

He continued to watch the feet for a few seconds before the tiger grunted softly. "Your duties, boy, your duties."

"Yes sir," Kit said. He leaned forward, the rope holding him to the desk giving him a little slack to let him move. Bending over at the waist, he lowered himself further and further until he could press his lips against the tiger's toes. He kissed each one of them, gradually moving in a line down the toes. Starting at the little one and moving from left to right, he kissed each one, almost like how one would kiss the feet of a king if one was begging for one's life.

He heard a soft, contented growl from the tiger above, and knew he was doing something right, so he continued pressing his lips to the CEO's feet. His lips pecked against the top of each foot, working all the way from the tiger's ankles down to the toes, and then back up again, kissing the tops of those large feet. The fur along the top of the feet was soft against his lips, though it was a little bit loose as well, and Kit got a little bit of fur in his mouth before he remembered not to breathe in while he was too close to Shere Khan's feet.

The tiger didn't make any more sounds, but Kit knew that he was doing what his master wanted; if the tiger was displeased, he would have started tightening the ropes again, or pushed him back with a foot, rather than letting him continue. It had taken him a while to learn that, but once he'd figured out that silence meant that he was doing something right, then he'd gotten a great deal better at pleasing the tiger.

Before long, Shere Khan pulled one foot off of the floor. Kit held himself still as his master pushed the foot against his face, the soft pads along the underside rubbing against his cheeks, against his lips and nose. A soft scent of musk and a bit of sweat filled his nose, reminding him of how hard working that the tiger was, regardless of how impeccably groomed he was. Standing on his feet the way that he did most of the day, Shere Khan's feet had a way of getting a little sweaty, and it was one of Kit's duties to lick them clean at different parts of the day.

So, he got to work. Kit dragged his tongue along the bottom of those big feet, dragging it all the way from the tiger's heel to his toes. He could feel the little traces of sweat gathering on his tongue, taste the bit of salt and musk that covered the pads so early in the morning. It was a soft taste, not too strong yet, just enough to make it feel oddly...oddly good to do something like this.

The thought that he liked this was a new one, and Kit did his best to deny it. After all, he was being treated as a slave, kept tied up under the desk for someone that didn't do anything but ruin people's lives. Or, if he did help people, it was always at a cost that was very hard to pay.

Yet, despite telling himself that, it was hard to deny that he enjoyed being under the desk, and enjoyed licking Shere Khan's feet. It was impossible to deny that his body liked it, particularly when he started getting hard while he was doing his duties.

Just like he was getting hard now, in fact. He could feel his cock starting to rise up, at first just pointing straight ahead, but soon lifting up and pointing towards the underside of the desk. Kit blushed to himself as he realized how hard he was getting, closing his eyes tight as he tried to focus on other things, things that would make him go soft, things that would make him not be so hard. He didn't want his master to find out that he actually liked being under here and doing this.

So he focused on just licking the bottom of the foot in front of him, increasing the speed of his licks. Kit didn't moan against the foot - he had that much self control - but he couldn't help but notice how the foot felt under his tongue. The way that the pads flexed when he licked them, how they gave under his tongue before pushing back up as soon as he moved on. How the fur and the pads tasted, that light musk over the flesh that remained even after he licked the sweat away. The way that the toes wiggled when he reached the top of the foot, bopping him lightly on the nose and rubbing his face when he lingered near them.

The tiger fanned his toes, and Kit obeyed the unspoken order to get his face in there and start licking at the spots between the toes. His tongue dug in between the toes, finding those little spots between the toes where sweat and musk liked to get. It wasn't as bad as some of the other feet that he'd seen around the company - Shere Khan didn't share him, but he had seen several of his master's thugs come in barefoot, and their feet had looked absolutely terrible - but there was still a small bit of smell up there.

It didn't bother him. In fact, it actually turned him on a little more, making his cock bounce and quiver between his legs a little bit. Kit did his best to ignore it, but he was all too conscious of the way that it throbbed harder with every lick along the tiger's feet, the way that it was starting to leak a little bit every time that he reached the top of the feet, and started licking between the toes again. It was like his body was trying to play games with him, trying to convince him that this was what he should like, rather than something that he should be trying to run away from.

He wasn't sure how long he spent licking the bottoms of Shere Khan's feet, but it must have been at least a half hour before the tiger pulled his foot back a bit. Not far, but just enough to be able to point his foot, pointing his toes right at Kit's mouth. Again, Kit knew what his master wanted, and opened his mouth for the tiger to push his toes into his mouth.

It was really weird the first time that Shere Khan had made him play with his toes like this; the tiger thrust his foot back and forth, shoving his toes in and out of Kit's mouth, and it was very hard for Kit to keep still and let the tiger just keep going. There was always the danger of the claws on the tiger's toes, always the danger that he could get his tongue scratched up if he wasn't careful. As long as he stayed still, there was no real danger, but if he moved so much as a little bit, the danger returned.

Now that he was used to it, it was pretty easy to sit there and let the tiger use his mouth like this. Kit sucked on them as they pulled back, sucking hard enough to make his cheeks pull in around the toe, and then puff out again when the toe pushed back in. Shere Khan's toe didn't really taste like sweat or musk like the bottom of his foot, but it was a strong reminder of his proper place in his company. He was always going to be a slave for Shere Khan; always going to be his personal foot licker.

He kept sucking on the toe, and almost didn't notice when the tiger pulled it out. He blinked lightly at the sudden removal, and opened his eyes again to look and see what the problem was.

Shere Khan had pulled his chair back a little bit, pulled back from the desk in order to look down at him. There was a slightly confused look on the tiger's face, one that stayed there for a few seconds before he stood up. A little buzz filled the air as he pushed a button, and Kit felt the bindings that attached him to the desk detach. Almost falling over at the change in his balance, he squirmed out from under the desk. Just to be safe, he kept himself at his knees, looking up at the tiger, at his master.

"I noticed that you're starting to perform your duties a little more enthusiastically, boy," the tiger said.

Kit nodded his head, not really sure why this needed to have him out in the open. With the giant window wall on one side of the office, it made him feel a lot more exposed. However unlikely it was that a helicopter or something else might go flying by, he was suddenly out in the open instead of hidden behind the desk.

But either the tiger didn't notice his discomfort, or didn't really care, because he kept talking. "Not only do I not have to tell you what to do anymore, but you also seem to have given up on escaping."

"Why do you think that I've given up?" Kit asked, unable to keep the surprise out of his voice.

The tiger raised an eyebrow, and Kit blushed. "Sorry...Master. Why do you think that I've given up, Master?"

"Better." He looked down at him for a moment before shrugging. "I suppose it doesn't matter. I always left a small piece of your restraints weak enough to escape from. The first few times you found it quickly. I am pretty sure that you've found this one, too, but you never actually tried to escape again. I don't really know why you haven't, but I am satisfied to see that you seem to have gotten used to your place.

"Now, my employees - and you are an employee, no matter your duties - are allowed small rewards when they have actually done well enough to impress me. In the month that you have been working for me, you have done quite well, and I believe you've earned something, at least." He held up a hand before Kit could say anything. "Now, be warned. I am not going to allow your release, or let you go back to your former job with Higher for Hire. You were given to me as a way for them to stay in business, and if I were to let you go, that deal would be destroyed. No, you will stay here. However, you may ask a small reward for anything in this particular company."

A reward? That was the last thing that Kit had been expecting. He hesitated, looking down at the ground as he thought about it. It was a little hard to think about that sort of thing when he was still naked and his master was dressed, but he wasn't going to waste a reward to get the tiger out of his clothes. No matter how good it might look to have his master out of them, a small part of his mind said before he got it to shut up. Kit wasn't going to think about that. He just wasn't.

But what could he ask for? There wasn't much that he might want, unless he got to go home to Higher for Hire. Considering that was off limits, what else could he ask for?

As he hesitated, the tiger leaned against the desk, looking down at him patiently, though Kit imagined that he could see something of a fuse on the back of the tiger's head. There was only so much time that Shere Khan would wait, after all; the man did have a business to run, and even the policy of rewarding an employee could only be devoted so much time.

His mind racing, Kit hit upon an idea. He told himself that it was to get a little revenge on his master for all that he'd been put through in the last month, but he couldn't deny that there was a part of him that wanted to feel what it felt like to be on top for once. "I...I'd like to have you lick my feet for a change," Kit said, looking up at the tiger. He braced himself for a blow from the tiger, or a glare that told him that he'd overstepped his bounds; after all, he was asking for something that didn't make much sense, and would involve a great deal of debasement on Shere Khan's part.

Yet, nothing happened. Slowly relaxing, Kit was surprised to see a small smile cross the tiger's face. "You want to have my tongue against your feet, hmm?" his master asked. "I didn't expect something like that. I was thinking that you'd ask to be let out from under the desk a little more often, or perhaps be allowed to have some clothes like the other people around here. But you just want to have me lick your feet?" Shere Khan laughed, loud and hearty enough to echo through the room.

Each option brought a blush to Kit's face, each one making him shrug his shoulders a little higher. How did he not think of either of those, or something else that would have been helpful? It would have made his life as the tiger's slave so much easier, so much more bearable. Instead, he'd picked something that not only wouldn't be worth anything after a few minutes, but didn't seem to bother his master at all to perform.

Big paws grabbed him by the waist, lifting him off of the floor and putting him on top of the desk. A small push was all that it took to knock him back onto his back, and he could only look down past his erection at the chuckling tiger. Claws currently sheathed, Shere Khan got a grip on one of Kit's feet, pulling it towards his face. "I don't do this for everyone, boy. You should remember that; you're getting quite an honor to have me do this to you."

An honor, Kit thought to himself. It was only an honor in the punishing way, in that he had gotten someone so rich to lower himself to do something like this, and even that thought wasn't good enough to make him feel better about this, considering that Shere Khan didn't have so much as the smallest problem with doing this. The tiger didn't pull back from Kit's feet, didn't flinch as he pressed his nose against the bottom of his foot, even though Kit was sure that the smell down there was stronger than it was on the tiger's feet. He blushed brightly, unsure why he was enjoying the sight of the rich tiger down there. It wasn't like he was getting any revenge for this, as he was hoping to get, but...

But it was almost like he was enjoying the feeling of a face against the bottom of his foot. It didn't make sense, but that's the only comparison Kit could think of. Shere Khan's nose was a little wet, a little bit colder than the fur around it or the fingers that held Kit's foot in place, and it felt oddly...good to be pressed against the underside of his foot. Kit could feel it sliding around the smooth pads on the bottom of his foot, the soft puffs of air blowing over his foot making him breathe a little harder, his pulse get a little faster.

His master sniffed along the bottom of his foot for about a minute before Kit felt the tiger's tongue against his foot. The warm feeling made his eyes go a little wide, and he leaned his head up as much as he could to watch as Shere Khan dragged his rough, wet tongue along the bottom of his foot. There was no hesitation, just a simple lapping. It was so incredible to see that Kit almost forgot about how good it felt for a second.

Then the surprise faded, and he started to understand why Shere Khan enjoyed him licking his feet. The feeling of a tongue stroking along the bottom of his foot, going from heel to toes again and again was not only soothing, but extremely erotic to him. The tongue was wet, warm, and it tugged on his skin lightly with each slow lick, pulling on his skin with a light grip, stretching the skin slightly. It was the only way he could think of to describe it, not unpleasant, but singularly strange and pleasurable to him.

He moaned before he could stop himself, and once the first moan slipped past his lips, the others were quick to follow. One moan followed, then another, and another, each one passing on the heels of the other as Shere Khan licked at him again and again. Kit caught the tiger looking back up at him, and the look on the tiger's face surprised him.

It wasn't the face of someone that was annoyed, nor was it the usual smirk of the tiger as he got something that he wanted. Instead, it was something that...could it have been curious, wanting almost? That seemed so out of character for the tiger, as far as Kit knew, but it was the only thing that seemed even close to that expression.

The tiger noticed him looking, and shifted from licking to sucking on Kit's toe. Warm lips pulled his big toe into the tiger's mouth, and again, Kit started moaning, shivering at the feeling of the big tiger licking, sucking along his toes. He couldn't stop wiggling them, drumming his toe against the tiger's tongue, wanting to feel more of it.

One by one, his toes slipped into Shere Khan's mouth, pulled in to join the toe already inside. It seemed impossible that all of them would fit inside of his master's mouth, but somehow the tiger managed it. Yes, his lips were stretched out wide, and his cheeks were pushed out wide, but there was no doubt that all of the toes were inside of Shere Khan's mouth. More surprising still, the tiger was...he was actually purring! Kit could hardly believe it, but the vibration against the bottoms of his toes was unmistakable; not only was Shere Khan willingly sucking on his toes without being asked, but he was enjoying it too!

Kit moaned as he laid back on the desk, his cock throbbing over his stomach at the continued licking, the sustained sucking of his toes. "Please...please...let me have my arms free!" Kit whimpered, begging quietly.

"Oh no, my boy," Shere Khan said, pulling back from his toes with a soft little pop. The tiger chuckled, reaching up and patting Kit's cock. Kit moaned softly, then louder as those thick fingers wrapped around his cock. "I am not going to let you go. Not just yet. You still have something to do before you can have your arms back."

As excited as he was at the moment, Kit didn't think that he had the energy to resist whatever it was that the tiger wanted. But first, he had to find out just what it was that his master wanted from him. "What...what do you want?" he asked. "What do I have to do, Master?"

"Just answer a question, boy," Shere Khan asked. He leaned down, pulling one of Kit's up by the ankle with his free hand. Still stroking Kit's cock lazily, Shere Khan dragged his tongue along the bottom of the foot in his face again, making Kit moan again.

Giving it a few more licks, Shere Khan kissed one toe before pulling his head back. "I want to know something. We both know that you stopped running away, that you stopped trying to escape. There's a reason behind it besides simply accepting your place here, and I want to know what it is." He squeezed his hand tightly around Kit's cock, making the boy arch his back against the desk, pushing against the tiger's hand. "If it's something simple, then it's just simple curiosity put to rest. But if it's something more serious, some sort of competition paying for you to keep eyes on me, I want to know who it is before it gets out of hand."

It took everything that Kit had to keep from bursting out laughing. As it was, he was still shuddering in a mix of arousal and humor. The fact that the tiger was that paranoid...it was just too funny. "There was...there was no -"

"Don't tell me that there was no reason." Shere Khan shook his head, loosening his grip on Kit's cock, almost letting go. "There's always a reason for doing something, no matter how small it is. And deciding to stay here like you have been? That's not something small. You have a reason for it. So tell me what it is, and I'll give you the chance to use your hands to get yourself off."

Kit groaned again, shaking his head as he squirmed around on top of the tiger's desk. There was no reason; he just didn't have the right feeling for trying to escape. He hadn't had the feeling that it was the right time to run away for weeks.

Wait...He slowly stopped squirming as he thought about it, though his moans didn't stop as the tiger went back to licking his feet to keep him teased. "I..."

"Yes?" Shere Khan asked.

Kit looked down, looked at the evidence of his excitement and how it dripped down on his stomach. It wasn't...it wasn't that he didn't have the feeling that it was time to escape. He'd...He'd stopped wanting to escape. He wanted to stay where he was.

It made no sense. He was being kept as a slave, kept under a desk, naked, and made to please a tiger that saw everyone as numbers and resources and nothing else. He should have been wanting to escape every day, every moment, at all times; yet, all he wanted to do...all he wanted to do was stay here, stay here and enjoy himself. And not alone, but with the tiger that was the source of all of this confusion.

The train of thought stopped at its final station of realization, and Kit's eyes went wide as he realized the truth.

"Yes, boy?" the tiger asked again, prompting him.

Kit took a deep breath, slowly raising his eyes from his own excited groin to look the tiger in the eyes. "I...I am loving my place here." The tiger looked at him with an eyebrow raised, and he continued, explaining. "I don't know why...but I like it here. I like what you're making me do now; I like being under the desk, pleasing you; I like licking your feet clean during the day; I like being naked and having you know I'm naked down there; and I..." He paused, blushing, swallowing. "I...like...you."

"You like me?"

"Like...as in REALLY like," Kit said. He didn't know how it was possible; he'd never thought that a guy could like another guy like this, but if it was possible, he felt the same way towards Shere Khan as he heard a lot of people felt for their eventual partners. "I...it's stupid, isn't it?"

"Not so much," Shere Khan said with a shrug. He stood up, pulling a key out of his pocket. "Roll over, boy."

With a little effort, Kit rolled onto his back. He felt the tiger lean over him, pressing the key to the hole in the bindings on his back. It came undone with almost no effort, and almost immediately, Kit felt the feeling come back in his arms, letting him move them around. He groaned, almost losing his balance for a moment before Shere Khan steadied him on top of the desk.

The tiger looked him in the eye, forcing him to look back. "Are you sure that you're feeling what you said?"

Kit nodded.

"Good." Shere Khan nodded his head, and pressed his lips against Kit's.

Just the shock of the tiger doing that was enough to keep him still, keep him from struggling against it. Not that Kit was all that sure that he would do that, as it actually felt kind of good. Weird, coming from a guy, but still good.

Shere Khan pulled back a second later, chuckling under his breath as his hands reached down to the button and zipper on his pants. "Now that I know that the feeling is mutual, I don't have to feel bad about what I'm about to do. Scoot off of the desk, boy, then lean up against it. I'm going to start teaching you your new duties."

Kit moved eagerly, getting down on the ground before turning to look away from the tiger. He felt one of Shere Khan's big hands on his rear, rubbing the bare butt cheeks. Just barely, he heard the sound of pants hitting the ground, and felt something hot, slick pressing against his rear.

"Now, don't move, and this will feel good for both of us..."