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Who are these bipedal creatures and what do they want? Questions set his mind ablaze. He's jittery, confused, unable to comprehend the situation and adapt until he finds himself trapped in the bedroom of two very feisty felines. Matt quickly learns the rules of this strange land. You either obey your betters and please them, or you get punished.STORY STARTS HEREMatt awoke inside the same stinking cell. No matter how much he rubbed his eyes or closed them, the truth was always there to haunt him. "It can't be," he shook his head in dismay. "There's no such thing as alternate universes or fucking time travel. Gaaah," Matt released a monstrous sigh and dropped his head back on the straw stuffed pillow. It stunk. Same as everything else around him. Matt looked at the ceiling. Even counting the cracks webbing between the patches of mould failed to provide relief from the thoughts storming inside his head. "I must be high. Definitely," he rubbed his sore eyes for the hundredth time. "Greg must've slipped a pill in my coffee before I left work. Fucking joker if I ever knew one." A moan came from the cell next door. Matt laughed. "What? Do you agree with me too?" It stopped. That happened every time. The drug or whatever that was changed not only the setting, but the people too. Nobody could form coherent words. Matt heard moans and groans and jumbled screams ever since he was dragged into the bowels of this fine establishment. "Alright, think," he pulled his back against the wall, knees tucked to his chest. "Think think think," his hand tapped a knee. "I drove off home after...no," Matt scrunched his eyes and shook his head quickly. "That's old stuff. Start with the beginning. I must've missed something. I know I did." Reality dimmed around Matt. The grunting of his companions slowly lessened into oblivion, leaving behind only the drip drip drip of the water and the tap tap tap of his hand. Images shuffled through his mind. People. Events. Sights and smells. Matt embraced them all, particularly the last day he went to the office. Dreaded Friday, as he called it. He woke up to the alarm of his clock. Seven thirty. He was late by half an hour. Matt skipped shower and breakfast, jumping straight into his working clothes. That was his first clue. Sloppiness. Matt liked to live his life by the book. Everything needed to have a place and a purpose in his schedule. Faster. He skipped the elevator part, the walk to his car and the drive towards "Rumblin' Crock" because it was so mundane and normal. After that, he focused on his actual job. As painful as it was, Matt ostentatiously went through every hour of that nasty day. He remembered who he talked to, what he ate, and even how many times he tried the work in progress level of the company's newest game. Fifty four times. That had to warrant at least ten hours of work. Matt drank a dozen cups of coffee to keep himself going. Greg and Jenny headed to the kitchen every five minutes to abuse the espresso machine. He found them talking dirty stories about interspecies mating. Matt cringed at that. He got his coffee, cringed in revulsion, and returned at his computer. Greg had other plans though. He came to him a minute after, asking all sorts of stupid questions about his virginity and if he'd ever shag an animal. Of course he denied all of that nonsense. Greg laughed too. That was the good part about his colleagues. They were all crazy. "I insulted him," Matt whispered. "Think. Focus harder. He must have slipped something in my coffee." Matt replayed that scene in his mind seven times. He even altered it to match the probability of success. In every scenario, Greg was nowhere as smart, fast, or witty enough to spike his drink. Matt forwarded to his drive home, then quickly pulled back. "Jenny. Maybe she...nah. She remained back to talk with that curly haired dork." Matt went through the whole day again, just to be sure. With a pounding headache, a twitching eyelid and a mega sore butt, Matt finally felt confident enough to skip the job part. He unlocked the door to his apartment, crashed inside his bed, then poof. He woke up in the grass, like the last hobo on earth. Matt didn't even have time to look around before something grabbed him. He didn't pay much attention then because he was too shocked, but now he could rewind and remember. He was grabbed by two walking cats with gleaming armor and swords at their hips. Cats! Black fur, slitted eyes, pointy fangs and all that crazy nonsense. Not only they walked on two feet, but they talked too. Matt thought he was hit in the head when he understood their tongue. "Fancy colored wretch this is," he mimicked the sarcastic voice of one guard. "Mayb' we should keep him," Matt spoke with a slightly hissy voice to imitate the second guard. "Aye. Perfect choice that. Keep the human to see your arse raped bloody and your possessions stripped. See how your pet enjoys that." "I kind of like it in me arse." They shared a laugh at that. Not Matt. He was shivering from all the joints when he saw where the guards were taking him. A cage mounted on a cart, filled with dirty men and naked women. "Say hello to your new family," one of the guards had said before he shoved Matt inside. Matt opened his eyes. He didn't want to remember the part where he was touched, sniffed, licked and prodded everywhere. He never kicked or punched so hard for freedom in his entire life. Matt rubbed his chaffed calluses, wincing softly. The barbarians left him alone after they got their balls busted. Matt didn't remember much after that. The shock was too intense to memorize. Fragments still lingered in his mind though. He saw a big gate, and torches. Torches along the walls. He remembered the gentle song of falling water too, yet not the precise details about its location. "Water and torches. Is that all I have?" Matt squeezed his eyes, trying to milk more details. His mind was bare, just like the stone below his bum. Matt was fed up with it all. He got up from his bed and walked around his cell. He had nothing aside from a hole in the ground to shit on and rusty bars on the side of his crammed cell. He pushed his forehead between those and looked left and right to see more metal and stone. Every cell was the same, which also applied to the human beings trapped inside. None of them knew a single word. Only moans and groans. Matt stepped back with a frustrated sigh.  "Gah, this doesn't make any sense. It's like I'm trapped in those cheap movies where the hero gets teleported by some wise-ass wizard to save the world or fuck a princess. Hell if I know," Matt poked the chipped stone of the bed with his foot. "Usually those heroes have weapons or powers, and all I have is..." He gritted his teeth, allowing his smoldering temper to subside. "I won't throw a tantrum. Not in this place." If there was anything he learned from movies, it was that getting angry while caged got you beaten. Or worse, tortured. Matt ran a hand through his messy hair, pressed his lips, sighed, then settled on the edge of his rock hard cot. "Think. Think..." His mind betrayed him. Matt founds his thoughts wandering off after the first minute. Instead of ways to escape, he found himself running back to his old life. A life that, despite all its fake charm and comfort, was nowhere as glamorous as it appeared. "What will I go back to?" Matt whispered, eyebrows lowering under the weight of that single question. He had no friends to call his own. Only sleazy bastards that sucked favors out of him without giving anything in return. People were a no-go. That included his family. Matt scoffed at the radiant smile of his older brother and purged that image from his mind as soon as it appeared. Father replaced it. He was smiling, same as his mother and sister. "They're all laughing," Matt gritted his teeth. "All smiling and jumping and screaming around the house for finally erasing the stain from the family's name." They never approved of Matt's choices, and never supported him. For that, Matt ended up at a dead-end job, earning barely enough money to pay the rent and support himself. He barely had something to eat, and that was discounting the other must haves of normal people. Health insurance. Friends. Love interests. Proper families. Matt had none of those. He dreamed of a partner to cuddle up at night and share stories, yet that dream was as far removed as the sky was from his tiny jail cell. "I'm going to die in here. Or probably going to end up as someone's sex toy." Matt laughed at that. "Freaking funny. Find love, before love finds you! It's just the perfect scenario. Me, him, and the cold stone under our butts," Matt slapped it thrice between fits of laughter. "Ghmmmmhhhmmm!" "Shut up weirdo," Matt scoffed. "Hrrrmm mmrrrr!" the moan returned with a growly edge to it. "You're mad at me cause I'm laughing? Is that it?" "Mgrrr Mhmmm!" A clink followed. Then footsteps. Heavy boots splashing on the grime covered stone. Matt flattened himself on his cot and closed his eyes. The wretch was still moaning. Good. Maybe they would take that one instead of him. The footsteps stopped. Keys rattled onto the chain. Matt frowned at their incessant jingling and blinked when they rammed into the lock. Two clicks later, a metallic shrill followed. A cell just got opened. Matt froze. He became still and unyielding as the stone below him. Calm, measured breaths to soothe the nerves boiling inside his stomach. One by one the cells flung open, each shrill closer than the last. Matt jerked when the keys jangled just behind his head. Three twists, one pull, and a short, noisy shrill was all that separated him from whatever got inside his little sanctuary. A throaty purr burst just above him. Matt opened his eyes to the looming head of a feline. He didn't know what to do or say. The cat tilted its head. It pushed a paw behind Matt's head, grabbed him firmly by the back of his neck, and shoved him into a line of unwashed men. "Ow! Careful with that," Matt rubbed from the savage grip. "You speak?" the cat said in a throaty voice and frowned. "I should be asking that question since you're the cat and I'm the man, but-" "Is good," the feline smiled, patting Matt's shoulder with its padded hand. "Smarter human, better value. Master will be pleased." "Wait. Who's master?" Matt frowned. "Whoever bids higher." "What the...is this like a slave drive?" Matt pointed towards the humans around him. "That's what this is about? Making money off of us?" The cat had trouble discerning those words. "Is good trade. Pays good coin." "Coins?" "Yes," the feline fished a shiny silver from his waist pouch. "This is coin." Matt squinted his eyes. It had a lion head engraved on it, along with symbols he didn't recognize. "I have plenty of coins like that," he smiled and pointed a finger at the cat's pouch. "Have myself a sack twice as big." Matt found himself with a hand around his crotch. "Doesn't seem," the feline licked his whiskers, smiling mischievously. "Not that sack. Coin," Matt rolled his eyes and approached the cat's furred ear. "I'm talking about rivers of it. Free me, and I will make you a rich man." "Rrrr. Man," the feline licked behind Matt's ear and smiled. "I like the taste of man, but I'm Rhangari. Hunter," he explained with a dip of his fuzzy head. "Cannot own more than my master allows." "That's bullshit, cat, and you know it," Matt said sternly. "No shit here," he pushed Matt back. "You may talk and be smarter than them, but still human." "Come on. I'm nothing like these barbarians," Matt hissed. "Just set me free and I'll prove it to you." The feline lifted a paw and growled. The line of humans set into motion. "The heck did you do?" "Wait for master to buy you. Is the only way for human," the feline said, then walked at the back of the line. Matt sighed. If being formally enslaved was the only way for a man to make a living in this strange world, then he did not even want to imagine what the other jobs were like. "Move, you mongrels. The master awaits!" a deeper voice growled from the front of the line. Matt fell into position. He walked slowly, one step ahead of the other. The sound of bare feet on humid stone became an annoying, repetitive song that replayed more often than the huffs and moans of his peers. Matt felt someone's breath on the back of his neck. He was halfway tempted to turn around and push the stinky wretch away before a black furred feline barked another order. "Up, you stinky savages. You've got wits to climb some stairs, don't you?" Surprisingly, not all of them did. Two women from the front tripped and fell, blocking the advance. They tried to crawl on their fours along the steps, and when that failed, they resorted to helpless moans. Matt gulped. Another guard came to take the ladies away. Where, Matt did not know. He was certainly not going back to the cells. Instead, the guard took a tunnel that extended far into the depths of the earth. "What you lookin' at?" Matt suddenly turned to his right. A pair of exposed fangs greeted his eyes, gleaming with translucent strings of saliva. "I...I wasn't looking," he stuttered. "Walk," the white striped feline slapped his back so hard he lurched into the man ahead of him. Matt coughed. He found stair steps underneath his jittery legs and climbed as fast as the column allowed. The stone below his feet became drier with each step. Matt climbed the last few steps, emerging in front of an iron portcullis. Two felines were stationed on either side, directing the flow of humans towards the room ahead. And what a room that was. Matt never saw anything like it. Ornate pillars rose around the pool in the middle, covered in runes and pictograms of various beastmen. Matt squinted his eyes as he shuffled forward. There was so much light spilling through the windows that he had to keep his eyes constantly squeezed. He looked at the pillars again, noticing weapons and armor on the beastmen. How evolved were they? Matt had little time to think about such elaborate things while he was on the move. The line of humans walked around the pool, then stopped. "Straight," a pair of felines settled the humans into position. "Back to the wall, head towards the pool." Matt complied. He fell into ranks, letting his tingling arms fall on either side. His palms were cold and sweaty, an unusual contrast to his heated skin. It felt so hot in here. He shifted his weight from one foot to another, stealing a quick gaze whenever the guards were distracted. There were many tables laying around the sides, outmatched only by the number of curtains. The owner loved to lavish in luxury. He had the silky material draped between every pair of pillars. Wind blew along the cloth, flaring it. Matt loved the kiss of the wind. It chilled his seething flesh and soothed the nerves along with other senses.  The scent of aromatic plants and cooked food was more than enticing after spending a day locked in a damp, dark cell. The doors suddenly burst open. Matt turned his head towards a black, fine clothed feline escorted by two other companions. They were of a lesser rank and status, judging by their hard leather outfits and shaggy grey fur. "Are these the humans?" "Aye," a servant rushed towards the boss. "We lined them up and arranged them for your viewing pleasure." The master frowned and walked towards his closest catch, a long haired man with nothing to wear but a dirty strip of cloth around his cock. He grabbed the stinky wretch and rubbed his fingers on the human's coarse beard. "There's too much hair on this one, and it reeks. Show me the others." Matt turned his eyes away. The master. He saw him. Footsteps followed. Matt chanced another peek. Sure enough, the three felines were walking straight towards him. "What about this girl?" the retinue stopped in front of a blonde at the servant's suggestion. "Too skinny. Barely any meat to eat, least fuck," the master grumbled his disappointment. "That one's more presentable." "Which?" one guard asked. "The boy," a clawed finger pointed straight at Matt. Matt avoided their gaze. They were so big, so fluffy, and so intimidating! He stared at his bare feet when the master's equally bare paws settled just a foot's length away from him. A paw dug in his neck, warm and furry.

"Yes...this one looks cleaner," the big black feline's breath rolled over Matt's sweaty skin. "Even smells better than the rest." "Shall I strip his clothing?" "No," he waved his servant back. "I shall evaluate this one on my own." Matt froze. Literally. The master looked not only imposing, but fancy too. His golden ear tufts had silver rings around them, his black fur was clean and perfumed, and his attire screamed expensive. He wore polished metal emblazoned with a flaming insignia, burned leather shoulder pads decorated with a sort of shaggy fur Matt never saw before, and carried two gleaming daggers strapped under his crimson scaled belt. And he touched. Matt closed his eyes and winced as the master's padded fingers went around every bump and curve from the top of his forehead to the slight cleft of his chin. "You like this one," the blue furred guard dipped his head. "Yeah. There's a certain allure about the things he wears," the master tugged on the cloth once. "Where did you get this, boy?" Matt opened his mouth to speak, but only a faint cough came through. The felines bared their fangs. A strange hissing noise left their throats. Matt thought they were about to get aggressive until they grabbed and squeezed into each other. "I haven't heard that noise before," the blue one whispered. "Knew he was a special one when I saw him. Amuse us, boy," the master licked his muzzle. "Make that glhhglghh sound again." Matt closed his eyes. He gritted his teeth and squeezed every muscle in his body. Then, he sighed, opening his eyes once more. "I don't think I can, sir." The cats drew back, eyes widening, tongues spitting with spite and surprise. "Did I hear that well?" "I think so, master. The human spoke." "Aren't you the special sort?" the master purred with delight. He approached, tail swishing "Tell me, human. Do you have a name?" "Matt, sir." "Sir?" the feline tilted his head, ears perked in confusion. "It's a...a..." Matt licked his lips when the word failed to grace his mouth. "It's a nice way to call those above your station." "Mhm," he nodded once. "So you do know your place." "I think I do," Matt said. He fidgeted a bit as the master continued his exploration. His fingers haven't left anything untouched. He prodded his chest, descended down his belly, and felt around Matt's belt and jeans before settling on the bulge between his legs. Matt held his breath. Making a scene was not only improper, but dangerous. So he allowed the cat to rub and feel to his heart's contentment despite the raging embarrassment boiling inside him. "Your equipment is intriguing." "Many have said so, sir," Matt nodded his head with a smile. The master too smiled, rubbing along the rim of his jeans. "The material is exquisite. Where did you get this clothing?"  That wasn't what Matt expected to hear. He swirled his tongue inside his mouth and blinked several times before answering. "I bought them at a shopping mall, sir." "Shopping mall? Any idea what that is?" the felines looked at each other, sharing stares and lifting shoulders. The master seemed displeased with the lack of answers. He approached his head, exposing just enough teeth to become threatening. "I'll ask again. Your pants and your robe look very unusual. Where did you get them?" Matt licked his lips. "Unity's Plaza. It's a Mall just outside-" He got slapped before he finished talking. The blow was so hard that half his face went numb. "You shouldn't damage the king's property, master." "Shush. If there's one thing I detest more in this world, it is to be lied. Straight into my face, nonetheless." The master grabbed Matt's neck and pushed his head so close, his breath made the human gag.  "Now, tell me the truth, fancy clothed scum." "I...I am!" Matt blinked tears of fear from his eyes. "I bought my clothes, just like you bought yours." "I had them crafted!" the master shoved him hard against the wall. Matt quaked under the impact. He grabbed anything he found behind, preventing his quivering legs from collapsing under him. "You know what? I just realized I don't like this one," the master gestured to two approaching servants. "Feroz. Aroz. Take my guest to your chamber and fill his lying mouth with something of worth." "Your word, our hands," the felines slapped their chests in respect. The master left with a smile. "Throw him in his cell when you're done, and please. No visible damage. The king would be quite displeased if harm comes to any of his possessions." Those last words dripped with venom. Making enemies was a wrong move, and Matt was a feeling he was going to regret his stupidity. Why couldn't he lie? Why? He asked himself that as the two panthers approached on either side. Matt found himself grabbed by each of his arms and taken away from the line. He shivered quite badly, his balance slipping every few steps. "He can barely walk, Fer." "The master's words always bite deep. Hang on, boy. We got you." That meant carried. Matt didn't know what was more embarrassing. To be lifted in a feline's arms like a woman, or have the other flash toothy smiles at him. "He's kind of cute when you look at him like this." "Oh, he is. And light too. Weights at least three times less than your fat bum, brother." Brother? Were they related? "You are a lot fatter than me." "No I'm not!" They started pawing at each other. Matt closed his eyes. He had enough weirdness for the day. His mind just couldn't stomach more growls or purrs or whatever these cats were doing. "Careful with your claws, lads," a guard winked as he passed by. "We're always careful, Ranyr." "You worry about that tail of yours. Come night, and I'm coming to get it." "Rhharhh!" Ranyr licked his fangs and went about his duties.

How cute. Somebody was going to get their arse stuffed. Matt had a slight inclination to believe that was him. The panthers argued and talked, yet their eyes always lingered upon his body. "What shall we do to you, little human?" one fondled his foot, while the other touched around his arm. "We can do so many things, but we'll let you pick." Matt rolled his eyes at the two heads looming above him. "Freeing me would be nice." They both laughed. "We'll certainly free something." "But it doesn't necessarily have to be you. Maybe on you, but-" "Don't spoil!" one of them hissed. The other drew back. "I haven't said anything!" "You implied it." More laughs followed. Matt was left wondering until they reached a scratched door. The free cat opened it, allowing his sibling to step inside. "Servant's quarters are not as fancy as the rest of the house, but it should be something." "Are you kidding?" Matt pointed at the bed. "That thing alone is worth gold." "Paid a few chips of bronze, actually," the cat walked forward. "But feel free to enjoy." Matt found himself vengefully disposed on the fluffy bed. He fell with a yelp that turned into a groan, which slowly eased into a sigh once cushy softness embraced his stiff muscles. "He seems to like it." "Duuude. Are you serious?" Matt stretched his arms. "I slept on bare rock for almost two days." "That's inconvenient." "Something so hard and resilient can make one a bit sore after such a prolonged exposure." "Harrrd," the other feline purred. "I can think of a few hard things right now." "The walls of this house," his brother intervened. "The stone below our paws." "The wooden table." "The chair." "The windows." "My wet, throbbing cock..." They slowly looked at each other. "Is it?" one of them inquired. "Delightfully so. We should have a contest, dear brother of mine." "Oh, I love contests. What's inside that dirty mind of yours?" "Him." "Nah, not me," Matt kicked away the arm that pointed at him. "I'm quite bland, you know." "No you aren't. The things you wear make you...unique." "I stink!" Matt drawled. "Isn't worth to get those clean, beautiful paws dirty, dear cat." They shared another smile. "Oh, but we like dirty." "We like it very, very much." The two felines encroached upon Matt, each taking one side of the bed. They crawled towards his head, sniffing and licking. Oh, they had such lovely tongues. Matt found himself moaning like a silly puppy once that moist flesh rubbed along his neck. The barbs were just wonderful, and the saliva cleansed days worth of grime and sweat. Maybe being a slave wouldn't be so bad, after all. "Mrrr...he's quite tasty." "Tasty indeed. I wonder if he needs all these clothes." The felines purred and grabbed around his hoodie. Matt caught both of their hands. "Pl-please... don't get cocky." "Please what?" "We aren't going to harm you, little human." "It certainly seems like that," Matt shuddered. "We just want to see you naked." "And better appreciate this body of yours." "I'm sorry. I just don't swing that way," Matt said with firm shakes of his head. "Oh, you don't have to," one of them said. Matt groaned as the feline crawled all over him, jumping right into his brother's embrace. They grabbed and licked all over each other's mouths, purring and moaning affectionately. Matt averted his gaze several times, yet he never kept his eyes away for more than a few seconds. Despite his reluctance, he found himself attracted by their feral, simple minded nature. The way they kissed and rubbed their crotches together broke so many rules in Matt's book. Brothers were not supposed to get all horny with each other, especially not in front of an audience. Yet that's what exactly these felines did. They humped, kissed, and grazed each other's fur with deliberate lust. "He's looking." "Hss...I bet he likes what he sees." "His eyes are so big and cute." "Round, just like an otter's." Matt blinked. Awareness returned to him in a shivering jolt when a paw touched his chest. "Wha...I wasn't looking, I swear!" "We believe you," the cats shared another wet lick. "That's why we have something special prepared for you." Matt felt really embarrassed now. "Really guys...I'm not into this slurpy purry kind of thing. I'm a proper man with proper tastes and desires." "A taste!" one of the brothers said excitedly. "We should really give him one," the other added. "And since master forbade any kind of physical punishment..." "We will have to be very gentle with you." Matt pulled his knees closer to his chest. He felt like he might need it for what he was about to hear. "What the heck are you planning?" "Oh, nothing big." "I planned to ram that pretty ass of yours, but then my brother came up with something better." "Giving you a taste of our love." Matt gulped hard. It felt like he swallowed a cock whole. "I...I don't want that. No thanks." Firm hands grabbed him. "You'll just assist us, really." "We don't plan on mating you without your consent, human." "Just giving you an opportunity to sample a bit of feline felicity. We can make that a contest. My brother loves them." "Oh yus, I do. Rules! There have to be rules!" Matt slowly retreated towards the door while the felines were busy with their planning. "Alright, we got it!" Drat! Matt turned back with a fake smile draped over his face. "Great! Who am I sucking?" "Both of us!" The felines swished their tails excitedly. "I'm going to go inside first." "Then I follow up, filling in just like the master requested." "And you can tell us who spends his seed quicker. Me, or my brother." "We know it's going to be you, Feroz." "Tough break, fuzzy balls. You barely last three thrusts inside me." "Aaalright, don't start arguing," Matt sighed. "If I'm going to really put a dick in my mouth, I prefer this to be quick rather than the opposite." "Great." "We like it quick too." They kissed, licked each other's muzzles, then looked back at Matt.  "Any time you're ready." Matt didn't expect the distinct honor of fondling their privates. The two insisted on being undressed by the one doing the deed. So Matt pulled down their pants in turns, then worked on the cloth strapped around  their fuzzy crotch. He untied the knot, allowing the bundle of cloth to slide freely along a feline's fuzzy leg. His musk hit Matt like a peeled onion. Unexpectedly swift, and with lasting effect. He fought hard to suppress his cough and worked on his brother. He was similarly erect, and far slimier than the first. His cock jutted out before the cloth even fell, latching upon the material with its wicked barbs. "Pull it." Matt did just that. "Hrrhhh, not so fast!' the cat hissed. His member tensed and throbbed, unleashing two squirts of pristine fluid that flew straight onto the bed. Matt's eyes widened at the sight of the feline's flaring cock. It was so spiny and pointy! Unlike a human's, it tapered towards the tip, making it look like an upturned ice cream cone: wide at the base, slim at the top. Only that this cone was flanked by an army of barbs. Most surrounded the head, flaring out each time a surge of blood traveled through the cat's member. "You're dripping, brother." "It's not...not as bad as it seems." "You terrible liar. You are a second away from cumming!" "I'm certainly not!" Two hands grabbed Matt's head and turned it towards a glistening, throbbing erection. "Take me, human. Give my brother a head start." "That's unfair. Why should you spend more time inside him?" "To make things fair," the cat poked Matt's nose. He drew back. The musk was savagely intense, not to mention the warmth of his cock. "Don't stare. Take me!" the feline poked Matt's cheek with another wet prod. Matt barely had the time to avoid the next hit. His brother joined in, assaulting him from the other side. "Air is cold, whereas your mouth is warm and inviting." "Mrrr...take us, human. Stop stalling." "Ok, just...just give me a second," Matt said. He kneeled before their throbbing cocks. Three deep breaths. That's all he took before he pushed his head forward. He descended upon that hot feline rod with his cheeks puffed and lips slightly opened. The rock hard cock penetrated his ring of flesh in an instant. The cat thrust his hips forth, sinking into Matt's mouth with a sharp cry. He wasn't as big and bad as he expected. With his breath held and his tongue sliding just under the invading cock, Matt held his ground.  "How does he feel?" "So warm...so hot," the blissful feline moaned as he gently thrust into his newfound sanctuary. Matt grumbled when the second brother started thrusting around his puffy lips. He scratched his cheeks with his cock, summoning a most pestering itch. Matt scratched it. A moment of distraction was all it took for the second feline to pierce inside his mouth. Matt's mouth widened in the same manner as his eyes as a second throbbing erection joined its brethren. It entered like a storm, rubbing and squirting its essence. Matt swallowed the load. He didn't care what it was. As long as he held his breath, he could neither smell nor taste. Yet the felines were feisty, and the sanctuary of his mouth too small to accommodate their throbbing girths. Matt couldn't face them both at the same time, so he stuck his tongue between them, separating the two cocks. The felines moaned at that. Each took a side to hump. Surrounded by bare flesh, their cocks slid freely and nicely. Hot squirts left the tip every so often. Most of the heated jets splashed against his tongue, though a few sneaked into the human's exposed throat. Those were the worst. Matt struggled to contain them, yet his throat was far too ticklish. A particularly hefty spurt sent him way over the edge. He coughed. Precious air shot out of his lungs. The need for air became dire, and Matt couldn't help but take a deep breath. His sense of smell returned with a vengeance. Strident tastes exploded in his mouth, strong and pungent. Matt couldn't truly know how grime truly tasted until now, when he found his cheeks stuffed with cat cock. Feline musk overpowered his senses, making his eyes water and his throat gag and convulse. To make matters worse, the brothers kept thrusting harder and faster. Matt's tongue was rubbed raw by barbs from two separate sides. He kept there as long as he could, then pulled below the enraged cocks. That's when the two spiky rods met. Barbs rubbed against barbs, making for a slow, highly enjoyable caress. The felines couldn't resist the burst of stimulation. Trapped inside a hot, flooded shelter, and with spasming muscles contracting all around their bare cocks, their ability to withhold their climax became impossible. They both sucked in a sharp breath and tensed. Matt gripped their rock hard lengths and cupped their balls inside his palms. They were squishy, fuzzy, and hard, just like their members. "Gaaah, this is too hot." "I don't think I can last much longer..." "I know. I'm just about to-" "Haaaah!" A torrent of gooey seed invaded Matt's mouth. He really had no idea who burst first. Both cocks unloaded at once, sending ropes of fertile semen down his spasming throat. He choked on the gooey stream as soon as it came. His rasping cough sent droplets of semen all around the thrusting cocks. "Keep...keep it in." "Don't spit!" the other brother hissed. Matt squeezed their balls instead. He hoped a measure of pain calmed the savage thrusting, but that only made matters worse. Stimulated by the unexpected pain, the felines pushed as deep as they could. Matt squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath through the nose. Acrid air traveled down his nostrils. It wasn't his smartest choice. Matt choked halfway through. His chest spasmed, sending his throat into another fit. The felines simply pushed hard inside his mouth, filling his throat to the brim instead of bothering with words. It wasn't like Matt could speak any. He had to swallow impressive amounts of cum just to keep breathing. Fresh spurts of semen went down his throat, kindly supplied by the spasming cocks. Cats throbbed hard, came hard, and, as luck had it, made their load hard to swallow thanks to their barbed cocks. Matt focused hard to ignore the unyielding tickling surging through his throbbing tongue. He got no break in that regard. The felines pushed back and forth, milking their balls with unyielding efficiency. Focus. That's what Matt needed. He needed to swallow just a couple more gulps before this ordeal was over. He waited until enough bittersweet semen filled his mouth, then sent it down his throat in one heavy gulp. The sticky fluid felt like an orb as it traveled down his throat, leaving his mouth weird and sticky. The felines eventually tapered off. Matt was relieved when their cocks finally broke the siege. He spat out the rest of the cum, biting back the urge to vomit. "You were a good pet," one of the cats crouched at his side. "Warm and moist, just like a female," the other followed. Matt didn't understand what they wanted until their barbed tongues dashed around his lips. He smacked them shut, moaning and shaking his head in revulsion. "No?" "Do you want to take back our cocks instead?" Matt moaned. The two laughed and chuckled, continuing their warm treatment. "Just relax, little human. We are not going to violate any part of you." "Unless you ask," the other twin added. Matt just wanted to return to his cold, stony cell. He voiced out his wishes to the felines. They were a bit disappointed to put an end to their devious plan, but obeyed nonetheless. They took Matt through a hidden passage and gently settled him on his stone made cot. "You be careful now, little human." "Bidders will be arriving shortly. Clean yourself if you have to, but avoid spending your seed. Certain masters like to test the virility of their acquisitions before buying them." "Mhm," Matt nodded. He stared at the wall until the two felines left. He had enough of games, words, seed and otherwise. With a hand propped against the wall, Matt lowered himself on his back and looked at the cracked ceiling above. "Bidders...I am going to be sold like a whore. But to whom?" His mind went aflame with options. He shuffled through every animal species he knew. Matt didn't care who bought him as long as it wasn't a feline. A mouthful of their seed bred enough distaste to last him a month.   CLOSING COMMENTS Matt kind of drew the unlucky ticket with those two. Or did he? Pleasuring two feisty felines surely sounds like a better way to serve your sentence than be flogged or tortured. Do you guys agree? How would you deal with a disobedient slave like Matt if you were one of the wise masters? 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