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Voodoo Humiliation for Txeptirea by Draconicon

Kellic shook his head at the spear falling from the trees, the leopard looking up the trunk towards the young hunter that was still struggling to catch his balance. He laughed.

"You're more like a bear than a cat. Lumber along after some berries, if that's the best you can do."

"I'm trying! It's just -"

"You're just messing up again and again. Stop making excuses. Either do it right, or find someone else to teach you."

He shook his head at the young man in the trees before turning to the other hunters in training. The cats looked nervous about what would happen when their turn came, and Kellic was perfectly happy to foster that fear. They should be afraid; it was the first step towards being respectful, and he had earned that.

"So, what do you think that Tatato up there is doing wrong?"

Looking around the group, he fixed each of the young males with a hard stare until they looked down. None of the scantily clad young felines dared to look back at him; none of them knew what the truth was. And none of them would, at this rate. Kellic let out another laugh, and pulled one of his own spears out from behind his back.

"He's holding it wrong. None of you see this?"

A chorus of nos were his only answer. He shook his head, and swept the blunt end of the spear over their heads. All of them ducked in a hurry, all of them got out of the way, except for one of them. The unfortunate young leopard clutched his ears, whimpering from the smack.

"Pay attention, boys, or none of you will ever be hunters."

"But...we're men, Kellic -"

"Not until you're good enough to prove it to me. So far, none of you have any more skills than the boys that were born yesterday. None of you would last a second in the forest."

They hung their heads, and he shook his. It was a good thing that the village had someone like him to take care of them. At least he had his head on straight. Not like the witch doctor that was constantly talking about the doom and gloom that awaited those with too much pride.

He snorted as he turned to the tree, waving at the panther that was up top.

"Come on down. I'll show you how to do this. Again."

"But -"

"Down!"

The panther scurried down so fast that he almost fell off the tree. Kellic shook his head, the leopard pushing his way past the inexperienced male and grabbed hold of the trunk himself. It was easy to find the fingerholds among the vines and the bark, and he hoisted himself upwards with only one hand. His toes slipped into the small spaces, finding them out of long experience in the trees and through the forest.

Soon, he was standing on the same branch that the panther had been windmilling on, and he thumped the butt of his spear against the branch. Looking down at all the other felines, he felt like he was where he belonged. Where he belonged compared to everyone in the village. Above them, lording it over them.

After all, where else would the best warrior and hunter in the village belong?

Flipping his loincloth back as he lifted the spear, he held it up in such a way for them to see where his hand was, closer to the top half of the spear.

"See how I'm holding it? When you're fighting with a spear, you hold it nearer the bottom, but when you're throwing it, you hold it up here. It tilts back more, and you can get more distance this way."

"But it's so heavy!"

"Then get stronger. I'm strong enough; you get better."

They groaned down below him, but he barely listened. Instead, he cast his eyes about for a target. Something impressive; he wanted to make sure that they knew just how good he was, and how much he actually knew.

Finally, he spotted something, and he smiled.

"Do you see that fruit, six trees that way?"

He pointed to the hanging purple bunch of it. It would only be about the size of his fist, but it was such a strong color that it was easy to see. Soon, the young men nodded.

"When you're as good as me, you can hit that without any problems. Watch."

With a grin on his face, he pulled the spear back over his shoulder. Checking his aim, he adjusted his position slightly, and took a step forward -

Nnngh.

• And his hand suddenly opened wide, losing his grip on the spear completely. A strange chill ran down his body as the spear fell from his hand, clattering off of the branch and falling to the ground below. It landed with the sharp side down, impaling itself as he stared ahead. His eyes flicked around as he realized that he couldn't move.

What? What's going on? Why can't I -

Suddenly, his body whipped around, facing the potential hunters once more. His loincloth whipped around at the violence of the actions, the speed of it whipping the leather up enough to nearly expose his balls to the felines down there. They giggled, and one of them called up to him.

"Kellic, you dropped your spear, but that doesn't mean you have to pull out another one!"

The group laughed, and Kellic tried to shout back at them. However, he couldn't even open his mouth. All he could do was look down.

Until his arm started moving. He looked at it out of the corner of his eye, and his cheeks started to burn as it reached down to his loincloth. The slightly damp cloth was pulled to the side, almost teasingly slowly, and Kellic groaned deep in his throat as his cock and balls were fully exposed. His fingers didn't stop, either, pulling the leather out of the string that held it around his waist, and letting it fall to the ground.

His legs spread a bit further apart, and he felt his cock and balls dangle down more than they usually did, no longer supported in any way. His shaft began to bob and fill with life, and his cheeks felt hotter than ever as the hunters in training pointed and stared at him.

"What is he doing?"

"I don't know. It's not about hunting, that's for sure."

"Maybe he's just a pervert."

"I thought hunters weren't supposed to do things like that."

"Well, he's doing it now."

Kellic tried to say something, and even managed a small mumble against the inside of his closed mouth, but nothing loud enough to carry down to the forest floor. This couldn't be happening; he didn't have any urge to show off like this, or be so shameful, but his body was not his own. The only other time he'd ever seen something like this happen was...was...

The witch doctor...Shadowfist, this is below you!

Not that anyone would hear that, but it could only be the tribe's witch doctor. Kellic had seen him one other time controlling someone with his dolls. He'd never experienced it himself, but he knew that the panther could do it. Which meant that the older cat had to be around here somewhere...

Not that he could see anything. His head was as locked in place as the rest of his body was, and the only thing moving was his hand...down to his...

No, don't! This is humiliating! You can't -

His lips opened in a moan as his hand closed around his cock, his body forcibly stroking himself without his consent. He groaned as his cock was brought to life further still, teased and edged and stroked with his own hand. It was like his nightly 'sessions' to relieve the stress of the day, but without any control, his cock rose up harder and faster than ever. More than that, he could feel his excitement getting higher, getting stronger.

Below him, the younger cats chuckled amongst themselves, and he groaned, trying to look away. Yet, he was forced to look down, his head feeling like a great hand was behind it as he was made to look down at them. His body crotched, leaving him on his tiptoes with his cock pointed towards the group below.

And through it all, they laughed louder and louder.

"Kellic, aren't you supposed to be a hunter? You look like a begger, begging for fun!"

"I thought he'd be bigger..."

"Does he always show off? I thought that hunters showed off their kills, not their shortspears!"

His cock throbbed harder and harder at the forced exposure that he was getting, and the tip started to swell, dripping with pre. Some of the cats jumped out of the way as the droplets started to fall down to the forest floor, but one wasn't so lucky. Getting splattered in the face, the young leopard groaned, shaking his head.

"Hey! Watch what you're doing."

"Heh, looks like he likes you."

"There's no way. That's wrong."

"Maybe we should look for Shadowfist...I don't think Kellic -"

"Oh, he's a jerk, and he's being a jerk now. See? He's loving it."

Yes, he was, but not for the reasons that the felines were thinking. The leopard groaned, arching his back as he was forced to hump against his hand again and again. His cock throbbed so hard between his fingers, and he knew that he was getting closer and closer to blowing his load. It wouldn't be long, now.

The final push came when several of the other hunters walked into the little clearing, and saw him with his cock in his hands. Kellic moaned, thrusting forward and cumming hard. Everyone dodged out of the way, but there was no way that anyone could miss his performance. Inside, he raged, even as he moaned for everyone to hear.

In the shadows behind the moaning leopard, the panther witch doctor smiled. He slowly put away the doll, shaking his head.

Perhaps now, Kellic, you will give more respect to my age and my experience. I will not be so gentle the next time.

The older panther kept low, making his way through the bushes back towards the village. He had no doubt that Kellic would know who had done this - the hunter was prideful, not a fool - but he doubted that the hunter could prove it.

After all, he was the witch doctor, and he was very good at what he did.

The End