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The Panther and His Slave

“Come on, man, just one round!" Andy pleaded with his roommate and longtime friend. The 7 and a half foot tall melanistic panther towered over his human friend who sat dwarfed in a sofa chair, the feline's muscles rippling through his plain white tank top and athletic shorts. The physical contrast between the two was astounding as, while not thin or weak, Tom was obviously not as athletically inclined as his anthropomorphic roommate, nor as tall, standing at a mere 5-foot-8 by comparison. Andy, contrarily, was a man whose life revolved around exercise and sports. He worked at a gym, giving him access to work out equipment and sports facilities without requiring secondary travel. During work hours or off hours, Andy had time to lift weights, engage his cardio, play basketball, tennis, rock climb, and even practice martial arts.

He was very proud of his physique and athletic prowess and he loved showing it off to whomever he could, as his good friend was learning right now. With a half-empty beer in one hand and a table littered with empty ones, the feline was rather inebriated, his inhibitions lowered and his outgoing personality augmented. “I'll be gentle, I promise."

Tom, wearing a faded yellow shirt with the logo of his and Andy's alma mater and a pair of khaki slacks, stared back at the tipsy cat with disinclination. “Buddy, I know you'd win. You know you'd win. You train all the time and you're taller and bigger than me. I'm not gonna wrestle you." Tom was holding a can of beer of his own, almost empty, except next to him on an end table were only two empty bottles. Despite this, he was feeling a tad intoxicated.

Andy stood there with a wide smile on his muzzle, hardly standing still as he tried to coax his friend into a wrestling match. “It aint about winnin', man. It's about getting up and tryin' somethin'. You don't work out enough. I wanna see you do something, anything. So come on, right here, one quick round."

“Uh-uh. I've seen you wrestle and I don't want to be one of your victims."

“I told you man, I'll be gentle." Tom shook his head and looked away, crossed-armed with a crooked smile on his face. “You can tie one paw behind my back." No response. “Two paws." No response. “And blindfolded."

Tom cocked his brow and turned to look back at the feline. “Well, now you're just trying to give me the match."

“What?! Dude, I'd still beat you."

“If only tied up and blindfolded, maybe, but you're also drunk."

“I aint drunk, man. I'm just a little tipsy. Besides, you've had a bit to drink as well."

“Yeah, but I aint had nearly as much as you've had. You're gonna be pissin' all night. You're too distracted."

“Nuh-uh. A puny little ant like you aint gonna beat me."

Tom knew his friend was intoxicated, but such a cold statement was uncharacteristic of the panther. He really wanted to fight him. “Alright, fine. I'll make you a bet. I'll fight you and the winner has to be the others slave for a month." Andy cocked an eyebrow, intrigued. “They have to do whatever they want, tend to any and every need, follow any order and do absolutely anything they say... anything." The insinuation wasn't subtle, but it didn't matter. Andy had suspected his roommate had always harbored feelings of attraction for him, though he never opened up about it.

After a pause, the feline flashed his friend a toothy grin and said in a quiet, menacing tone, “Deal."

With that, the two friends stripped off their shirts, Andy showing off his ripped, six-pack, washboard stomach and Tom his flat stomach with a meager set of abdominal muscles. Tom got a pair of rope and tied the panther's paws behind his back and grabbed a washcloth and bound it over his eyes, partially covering his ears and hindering his hearing, to the feline's displeasure.

“What the hell, dude? I said you could cover my eyes," Andy responded with vexation.

“You said blindfolded, which means the cloth covers whatever it's tied to, but such a master of wrestling like you couldn't possible lose with his hearing partly distorted, right?" his friend reposted, teasing the vain anthro.

Andy let out a loud belch, the rank scent of cheap beer wafted from his muzzle and stinking up the room. “You're damn right, boy! Now, let's get started sweetheart!"

The feline's competitive nature was really on display right now and Tom found it somewhat amusing. Once the match began, he laughed inwardly at the ridiculous sight of a large, muscular male trying to wrestle without arms and without eyes. He moved this way and that with Tom moving aside, dodging his buddy every time he got too close. He knew he couldn't take him straight on. Even bound and blindfolded, he was still an imposing opponent and was too tough for the smaller human to subdue in that manner.

He needed to be sneakier, so he waited until Andy got close, turned his back, and then Tom made his move, charging forward and tackling the panther behind the knees. Andy wavered, but he managed to maintain his composure, keeping his balance and remaining in a standing position. Tom, feeling foiled and irritated that it didn't work, tried going after one knee instead. It worked this time, causing the cougar to topple over onto one knee, but his weight came down with him, almost trapping Tom underneath. Andy had an early chance to trap the human so he fell to the side, but Tom was fortunate to see it coming and rolled out of the way.

They both stood up, Tom forcing himself to find a new plan. He decided instead of going low, to go high. He once again waited till the feline's back was turned and jumped on his back, wrapping his arms around the man's neck and attempting submission by choke hold. Andy grit his teeth, contemplating an easy move and falling onto his back, but such a move would certainly injure Tom and he wasn't trying to do that. Instead, he tried rolling the human off his back, which took a couple of tries as he retained a good grip. Eventually, though, Tom flipped over and off the panther's back and onto the floor where in one swift motion, Andy turned and opened his legs, snapping them shut and trapping Tom's head between his exposed thighs. His covered balls and sheath were pressing against Tom's face, which were covered in dark thigh fur. He tried to struggle, but the feline's leg muscles were insurmountable to the human.

“Tap out, sweetheart," Andy called to his subdued victim.

With a halfway facetious sigh of disappointment, Tom tapped the cat's leg, handing him the match. “You win."

“Yeah, honey! That's right!" The feline roared with triumph as he released his roommate's head, sliding around and kneeling over him. “I told you you couldn't beat me! Didn't I say it?" He was staring down at Tom's chest, his eyes still covered by the washcloth, but the human was too dispirited to find the humor in it. “Who's your daddy, boy?" Tom just glared at the panther, annoyed. “I said who's your daddy?"

Tom sighed and submitted. “You are," he responded in a quiet tone.

“I didn't catch that! I said who's your daddy?" He sported a huge shit-eating grin and his halitosis breath was agony to Tom's olfactory senses.

“You are," he said in a louder tone.

“You're damn right, honey."

Tom started feeling concerned that making the bet wasn't such a smart idea.

******

And so it was, the following day, as Tom awaited his new master for the next month at home, wondering what tasks the panther would set for him to perform. He was hopeful his friend would order personal pampering and “quality time," but he was also concerned that he might taunt him with nothing but menial tasks such as cleaning the apartment, running errands, or doing his laundry. He was disappointed that he lost the match as he could've had the opportunity to live out certain fantasies he's had about the feline since they first met. Despite his brazen ego, Tom admires his friend for his confidence, his dedication, and his body and he's never truly tried to hide it. He figured that Andy had figured it out, but he never seemed to mind, seeming to actually enjoy the attraction. However, all he could do is imagine what life would be like if the panther actually felt the same way.

The sound of keys in the lock and the handle turning and the door swinging open brought Tom to attention as his feline master walked into the apartment. His fur was still glistening with sweat from his workout and though he showered regularly, there was an air of musk about him. He wore a t-shirt with the logo of the gym he worked at and a pair of athletic shorts, both showing stains of perspiration. Tom stood in the middle of the entrance, watching as his friend stepped over to him with a black plastic bag, contents unknown.

“Hello there, Pet. How was your day?" he asked.

Pet? Is that what he's calling me now? he thought to himself. He was taken aback by the demeaning title, but then again it did make sense for a master to give his slave pet names. He felt his nervousness rising slightly. “I'm good. Watched a little TV most of the day. Listen, I was wondering-"

“Ah, ah, ah," Andy said holding up a finger and smiling. “A slave only speaks when spoken to and only answers questions that he is asked. Understand?" Tom's heart began to beat a little faster as he got his first taste of being the panther's slave. He nodded and Andy cocked his head to the side. “I asked you a question. You're allowed to answer."

“Yes."

“Also, a slave should address his master with the proper title, so you will refer to me as master or sir."

Tom nodded again. “Yes, m- master." It was harder to say than he thought, but once he said it he found it enjoyable. “M- may I speak?" Andy nodded. “What will you call me, master?"

Andy's smile grew to a toothy grin as he spoke slowly. “Whatever I like." He was really enjoying this new role and Tom found his worries fading away within the last minute. “Now, take your clothes off, slave." Andy's eyebrows flew up, shocked by the sudden order as a tingle of both embarrassment and titillation surged through his abdomen. After a pause, Andy stared back with a firm expression. “You're my slave now and a slave must always follow his master's orders without hesitation."

Andy, realizing the panther wasn't going to let him live through this without embarrassing himself, conceded. “Yes, s- sorry master." He then did as bid, stripping off his shirt, his pants, and his socks, leaving him in nothing but a pair of blue briefs. He was beginning to blush as his shame rose, the feeling of exposure to his friend both humiliating and arousing. “Shall I remove my underwear as well, sir?"

“No. A slave should have some coverings." Tom felt a small wave of relief, but that didn't last long. “Now, I think as an initiation, you should do something to show your appreciation for your master." Andy looked away for a moment, pretending to contrive something on the spot to shame his friend. He then looked back with baleful intent. “I know, get down on your hands and knees." Tom gulped and did as instructed, lowering himself to his knees and then crouching down, keeping his eyes on the floor. “Good, now grovel like a good slave."

Tom, feeling both ashamed as well as slightly aroused by the denigration, slowly crawled forward, his head bowed, prostrate before the feline. “My master, I'm here to serve you."

Andy crossed his arms and looked disappointingly at the human. “Come on, slave. I think you can be more convincing than that."

Tom took a deep breath and tried again with more effort. “Master, I'm here to serve you. I am yours to command. Please, tell me, what is your wish?"

Smirking, Andy was satisfied. “That's better. I think my first wish... is for you to kiss my shoes to show your loyalty."

Sighing abjectly, Tom leaned forward slowly and planted a kiss on both of the panther's shoes. Having ingratiated the feline, the panther reached into the black bag and produced a flesh-colored collar and a black leash. “This is yours, pet. From now on, you will always wear this, whether you are eating, sleeping, or showering."

He stepped forward and placed it around the man's neck, expanding upon his humiliation. With the collar fitting nicely to his neck, Tom soon felt something clasp in the back and as Andy moved his paws, Tom reached back and found the feline had locked the collar on with a small padlock. His eyes grew wider and his heartbeat escalated with how far the feline was taking this bet. He then clasped the leash to a ring in the front of the collar, then grabbed the leash near the connection point and pulled the man up, bringing their faces within inches of each other and causing Tom's heart to skip a beat.

The cat flashed his teeth at tom as he smiled a sinister grin. “Now... you belong to me."

Tom's heart skipped a beat as his fears and excitement of the moment grew. Andy lifted the end of the leash and pulled Tom to his feet, leading him to the living room where he stepped over to the couch. “Now, I've been at the gym all day and my feet are sore, so your first act as my slave is... to take care of my feet." He dropped down onto the couch, keeping the leash in paw as he looked up expectantly at the confused man.

“Uh, take care of your feet? You mean..."

Andy smiled sadistically. “Let's start with getting them out of these uncomfortable shoes and socks."

Tom's heart started to race as he realized what Andy was expecting of him and wondered just how far the feline would require him to go. But he'd already been warned about following orders promptly and he didn't want to disappoint, so he knelt down between the feline's legs and began to remove his master's adornments. He started by removing one shoe and then the other, leaving him in a pair of warm, damp socks. Feeling the excitement and anxiety in him grow, he then proceeded to remove the two cotton fabrics from his feet, exposing his furred paws and giving Tom the chance to gaze at his large, feline paws. The fur was moist and matted and though Andy kept himself clean, having his footpaws entrapped within the confines of his socks and shoes caused his appendages to develop a slightly cheesy, musky smell.

“Now give them a good massage, slave," the panther ordered.

Tom took a deep breath, his stomach aflutter as he reached over to the right paw first, picking it up and holding it in one hand while the other began rubbing his fingers around the damp fur. His fingers kneaded the more sensitive skin on top while his thumb dug into the tougher pads underneath. As Tom worked his hands, Andy let his head fall back and his tongue loll out as his friend and slave massaged his paws. He took his time, eventually moving to the digits, handling them each individually, running his fingers up and down the length, causing the panther to extend his claws. Once finished with the right paw, he moved over to the left and repeated the process, Andy getting much enjoyment out of the treatment. As Tom caressed the fur and pads, he inadvertently and unavoidably helped disperse the scent emanating from Andy's fatigued feet and strengthening the odor around him. He didn't mind, though, as he's had time to get used to the panther's scent after living with him for so many years.

“Mmm, that's good. Now, slave... clean them."

Tom looked up at Andy, suspecting what he meant, but preferring verification. “Wou- would you like me to get a washcloth?"

Andy smiled wickedly. “You don't need a washcloth, pet."

Tom gulped and his breathing increased. “Yes, sir."

He held the left paw in his hand, staring at the dirty foot as his nerves shot up and he began to pant. He leaned forward slowly, bringing his face next to the sole of Andy's paw, the scent invading his nostrils and causing a strong stirring in his loins. He stuck out his tongue and slowly dragged it up along the coarse feline pawpad. The act tickled Andy a little and he shuddered a little and flexed his toes, his claws distending again. Seeing his master's reaction brought a sense of joy and Tom licked the foot again, lapping up whatever grime covered the exposed carpel skin. The taste was salty and rich with the flavor of sweat and feet that now coated Tom's tongue.

He moved up the paw, sliding his tongue along the sides, cleaning the fur and slickening it up with his own saliva as the potent taste lingered stronger in the fur. He moved in between his master's toes, cleaning the lint within the damp crevices, moving from one to another, taking as much time as necessary until he felt nothing but fur and all he could taste was his own spit. He moved to the top of his foot and cleaned the entire area up to the ankle. Once that was finished, Tom ended his oral cleansing of Andy's paw by engaging in his own secret desire. Starting with the outermost digit, he took the feline's toe into his mouth and began sucking on it. Andy cocked an eyebrow at his pet's action and smiled as Tom suckled the digit like an infant suckling on its mother's teat. He extended his tongue and began running it along the rough pad, causing Andy to moan with pleasure. Tom managed to coax his claws out of their sheath and clean the underside of them as well.

He moved from toe to toe, treating them the same and fixating on cleaning them until he could taste nothing left on them. With one paw done, he moved over to the right foot, repeating the same action with the same level of care, precision, and obedience as the first one. Now with both paws tended to and glistening with Tom's saliva, Andy chuckled and rubbed his temple.

“Very good, my pet. I didn't expect you to be so thorough. I never realized you were such a paw-slut." The statement made Tom blush and his cock stir in his underwear. “You did such a good job that now your master has gotten more excited than he thought he would."

Tom looked down and saw a large tent had formed in Andy's shorts and the human cocked his eyebrows, impressed by the sight. He wanted to touch it, to hold it, to smell it, to lick it, to suck it, but it was up to his master to decide if he would do anything about it.

“Since you're so good with your mouth, why don't you use it to take care of my cock. Give your master his release." Tom gulped again, his heart palpitating in his chest, his fantasy of servicing he black-furred cat coming true. “And make good use of that tongue of yours, slave."

Tom, still in awe at the opportunity, nodded. “Yes, master."

Tom didn't wait. Anxious to get a peak and then a taste of that feline dick, he climbed up between Andy's legs, face only a foot away from the tented crotch. He pulled back the elastic on his shorts, pulling them down and revealing a moist jockstrap underneath. He slipped his fingers under the waistband and pulled that down, exposing the panther's sheath and partially extended phallus. The scent caught him immediately, a mixture of hot sweat and cock, a truly manly scent that caused jolts of arousal to shoot through his nether region. With room to breathe, the dick protracted to its fullest length, standing erect at its full 8 inches as Andy's cock scabbard was pushed back against his groin.

Andy moaned as Tom pulled the elastic under the cat's furry testicles, licking his lips as he stared at the marvelous tool of men. He reached up with a hand and cupped the fuzzy balls, holding them gently as he reached up with another hand and gripped the base of his penis. He stared down at the stiff pole, feline barbs covering the glans and a small drop of pre slowly oozing its way through his urethra. He inhaled through his nose, his olfactory sense fired up with the smell of feline musk that caused a wave of heat to traverse through Tom's body.

He leaned forward, opening his mouth as he slowly inserted the panther's penis into his maw. He ran his tongue along the underside of the cock, the barbs scraping along the roof of his mouth as he removed his hand, allowing the full length of the engorged meat to disappear into his maw, his face buried in panther crotch fur. The cock head poked the back of his throat, causing him to gag and forcing him to breathe around the length. He took a few moments to enjoy the feeling of encompassing the large dick, breathing in his scent and driving his own arousal, his cock painfully erect under his briefs.

Before long, not wanting to delay his master's fun, he began bobbing back and forth, his tongue going to work licking along the entire shaft. Andy moaned with pleasure and laid back against the couch, allowing his slave to do all the work for the moment. The taste was bitter and salty, exactly what Tom expected, but not too strong and easily enjoyable. The barbs tickled the back of his throat and he had to force himself to repress his gag reflex every time it poked him. He fondled the panther's testicles in his hand, gently squeezing them to provide additional pleasure and facilitating the cat's lust.

Several minutes passed and Andy's moans turned to grunts as his face contorted into images of lustful abandon, attempting to hold back his approaching climax. Tom's mouth worked expertly on the panther cock, his slick throat acting as a stimulating catalyst as the glans poked against it, sending shivers through Andy's crotch. The feline reached down and placed a paw on the back of his slave's head as he proceeded to buck his hips.

“There we go *pant* slave. Master is *pant* close now."

Tom's hand massaged the testicles in his palm, fingers kneading the furry sack and squeezing lightly. His own dick was hard in his underwear, tortured by the lack of pleasure of its own, leaving its master to wallow in need and desperation. He kept his composure, performing his duty as the panther's slave, though his mouth and tongue were getting sore from the exertion. Andy's grunts and groans grew louder and his bucking hips came faster and shallower, the feline shifting in his seat at his imminent orgasm.

A few deep breaths and a subdued moan and the cat arched his back, plunging the thick rod into Tom's mouth, his face buried in Andy's groin, the scent wafting into the human's nose, further tormenting his sexual desires. He thrust a few more shallow thrusts and then Tom felt it, a string of hot, sticky feline ejaculate coating the back of his mouth. Once the initial peak hit, Andy yelled out in orgasmic bliss and began bucking normally again, thrusting forward with maximum effort as shot after shot of his thick jizz filled up Tom's maw. His mouth filled with cum, staining his teeth, the roof of his mouth, his tongue, and mixing in with his saliva. The taste was both sweet and sour and the human savored his master's essence, letting it linger in his mouth until the feline had finished ejaculating.

Finally, Andy relaxed, his body going limp as the last bit of semen seeped out of his penis. Once Tom realized he was done, he swallowed every ounce of panther splooge, reveling in the delectable feline man-milk. Andy didn't move for a moment and gave no orders, so Tom decided to lick the cock clean while it was still in his mouth, moving his tongue around and cleaning up as much stray jizz as he could. The sensitivity in his dick caused Andy the shuffle a little and giggle and grunt, ultimately enjoying his slave's initiative.

After a couple minutes, the panther pulled Tom's face off his crotch, leaving an exposed dick, shiny with human spit. “Mmm, very good, my pet. Did you enjoy your treat?" he asked with a smile.

Tom swallowed what was in his mouth, the taste of cum lingering on his taste buds. “Yes, master. Thank you."

“Very good. Now, I'm satisfied and want to watch TV, so get on your hands and knees so I have something to put my feet up on."

Another degrading job for the feline, but it was his role for now, so he nodded and moved to get into position. “Yes, my master." Once positioned, Andy lifted up his feet and placed them cross-legged onto the human's back, their weight a bit heavier than Tom predicted. The feline grabbed the remote and began flipping through the channels until he got to football and then relaxed back on the couch. Tom remained in the same position for some time, his new role much less enjoyable than his last one, but as long as he was making the panther happy, he could find some satisfaction in what he was doing.

It was close to bed time when the panther decided to finally relieve Tom of his duty as footstool, though by then a couple hours had passed and Tom's joints and muscles were fairly sore.

Andy looked at his aching friend and slave with sympathy. “I'm gonna have to show you some stretches to help you loosen up, 'cause this is just unacceptable."

Andy helped Tom to stretch out a bit, loosen his joints and relax his muscles a little, but it was late and he was tired, but he didn't want to go to bed stinking of so much sweat. He led his human servant to the bathroom and ordered Tom to help him undress, much to Tom's gratification. He helped him with his shirt, his shorts, and finally his jockstrap, leaving the panther naked, his sheath and testicles dangling between his legs and his round rump jutting out like perfectly spherical boulders. Tom took the small pile of moist attire to the laundry hamper, taking the jockstrap and sniffing it when Andy wasn't looking, feeding his unsatiated arousal.

He dropped the clothes in and returned, finding Andy waiting for his servant to get the shower going. With the shower pelting out water and Tom having set the temperature, Andy checked it with his paw and nodded with approval. “Good job, but a little warmer next time."

Tom nodded with a satisfied smile. “Yes, sir."

Andy paused, staring down at Tom with expecting eyes, leaving the human confused. “What are you doing?" Tom looked back at the cat perplexed. “You're my slave. You don't expect me to shower myself, do you?"

The cat grinned from ear to ear at Tom, whose heart began to palpitate again, excited at the opportunity. “No, of course not, master."

Tom dropped his briefs, leaving him nude in the same room as his nude roommate, his stomach fluttering wildly. Andy removed the man's leash, leaving the collar on his neck, and stepped aside to let Tom enter first, following in after him and closing the glass door. The shower was fairly big, but with both of them present there wasn't much room for either to maneuver. Andy stepped under the faucet and drenched himself, soaking his fur and preparing it for cleansing. He grabbed the shampoo from off a hanging rack and handed it to Tom.

“Get to work."

“Yes, sir."

Tom grabbed the shampoo and moved the faucet to the side so he could suds up his master without it washing away immediately. He started with the front, getting his chest, abs, and arms. As he moved over the panther's body, he slowly rubbed his fingers along the bulging muscles, admiring the feline's physique.

“You like my body?" he asked with a smile. Tom nodded. “Good. Take your time, admire my muscles. A slave should always wish to be like his master."

And he wasn't understating the notion that Tom did indeed wish he could be like the panther, but he found peculiar delight in admiring his friend for his perfect form. He did as told, taking his time to wash the product into the fur, tracing each bump and crevice of his toned muscles. He moved down to his crotch, slowly working in the soapy detergent into his sheath and balls and with a little effort cajoled out the feline's member and soaked that up as well.

“Good, my pet. Get that dirty cock nice and clean."

Tom's heart beat furiously in his chest as his cock grew erect, his master certain to notice it. He moved down to Andy's legs, taking an exorbitant amount of shampoo to get his thick thighs, a rugged terrain of toned muscle, sudsy and clean. He moved to his calves and down to his paws.

“Don't worry about my paws. You already got them nice and clean."

Tom smirked and then moved to the other legs before proceeding to the feline's back. His back was just as rugged and bumpy as the rest of him, muscles poking out of every inch of his furry back. His groin tingled anew as he moved to the panther's rump, the thick base of his tail meaty and tough, partially hiding the erotic valley between the feline's butt cheeks. Tom spent more time here than anywhere else, soaking in the shampoo into his tail, running his fingers along it sensually, making Andy grin and moan in pleasure. He did the same with his gluts, massaging them as he worked in the detergent. He made sure to get a good amount of shampoo into his master's crack, running his hand from tail to taint downward through the crevice. His hand brushed over the panther's anus and his heart skipped a beat, his arousal intensifying as he fingered one of the most sensitive areas on a man's body. He paused, gulping as the saliva built up in his maw, his lust growing stronger as he spent a moment rubbing his asshole, cleaning it thoroughly.

“That's a good slave. A clean tailhole is absolutely essential." He was grinning widely down at his roommate.

Once finished, he moved to shampoo the cat's neck and head and then began to rinse him off, rubbing the fur to expel all traces of suds and soap, leaving his coat clean and slick as the water continued to glide off of it. Tom paused, ogling the feline's clean body, infatuated with his protruding pecs and washboard abs. He stared up at Andy with pleading eyes.

“Master, sir, may I have the pleasure of licking your muscles?"

Andy placed his paws on his head and stared at the human with a single eyebrow raised. “Why are you asking me. I told you to admire my muscles. Now get to it."

“Yes, master." Tom, slowly, began to nuzzle Andy's chest, his hands fondling the strong, tough muscles as he stuck out his tongue and began licking away at it. He passed over his sensitive nipples, causing the panther to giggle and shiver with delight. Tom moved down to his stomach, running his hands down along the bumpy surface and licking along the peaks and in between the valleys. The fur washed away the subtle amounts of spit he left behind, keeping Andy's fur looking pristine. When Tom got to his crotch, he saw the protracted phallus standing erect, his veins pulsating under the skin.

“Slave, your master is in need of some more relief. I expect you from now on, anytime I need to get off, to suck me off, understood?"

Tom, surprised the feline was ready to blow his load so quickly after such a short period of time, nodded. “Yes, master."

Tom moved his face in front of the full mast, reaching up with a hand and holding it steady as he took the panther's cock into his mouth once again. He swallowed the lengthy penis until his lips encircled the base and his face was flush with black fur. He then bobbed his head back and forth, hot water cascading over his and his master's bodies. Andy leaned his head back and brought his paws down to rest on Tom's head, beginning to buck his hips to the rhythm of his slave's movements. Tom chose not to fondle the feline's balls this time, opting instead to reach around and place both hands firmly on the cat's muscular cheeks. He squeezed the furry ass, holding tight to steady himself, the oral treatment continuing like this for some time with Andy above moaning aloud and Tom below moaning through a mouth full of dick.

Before long, the panther once again began thrusting erratically, gritting his teeth and grasping Tom's head roughly, holding it in place as a familiar sensation built up in his crotch. His grunts grew in pitch and he began to arch his back and within a few seconds he cried out as he hit his crescendo and spewed a second seminal load down Tom's throat. Fighting his gag reflex, he continued to bob his head, milking the feline for the contents of his testicles and discharging a rather large amount of ejaculate considering it was the second batch in only a couple hours.

Once the last drop of cum seeped onto Tom's throat, Andy released him, allowing him to slowly clean off the dirty dick and pull it out of his mouth, swallowing the bitter contents. His semen was less sweet this time around, but it still gave Tom joy to pleasure his master in this fashion. Afterward, he retrieved a little more soap and washed off the feline's halfway flaccid cock for a second time and then rinsed.

They finished in the shower shortly after, ignoring Tom for the moment and quickly stepping out of the cramped space. Tom, still naked, retrieved a couple of towels and proceeded to pat down the panther's fur, soaking in as much water as possible before moving onto the next towel. When his fur was relatively dry, though still moist, Tom retrieved a blow dryer and finished drying his master off. His fur now desiccated, Tom retrieved a large brush and began combing through the frizzy fur, straightening it out and harmonizing the flow of the undulating coat. He started with the head, then moved down the neck, the back, the arms, the legs, and finally the tail. He spent a good deal of time perfecting his master's shimmering black fur and underneath the tail as well, wanting to get another feel of his glorious sphincter.

“There will be time enough for that later, pet. Right now, master is tired, so finish up so I can get to bed."

Tom pulled away, disheartened by Andy's denial. “Yes, sir."

Once the panther's fur coat looked new and straight, he reattached the leash and led his slave into the bedroom, leaving him naked for the moment. He tied the leash to the end of the bed and pet Tom on the head.

“Wait here a moment."

“Yes, sir," Tom responded as his roommate and friend left the room. He stood there, nude and somewhat self-conscious, still unused to being exposed to his friend. When Andy returned, he was carrying a comforter, pillow, and a pair of Tom's briefs. Tom realized now the feline intended for him to sleep in his room while his job as the panther's slave remained in effect. Andy tossed all the items down on the floor and stared back at the human.

“Since you are my slave, you will sleep in here in case I need you for anything. You will sleep on the floor, but if you are really good, I may let you sleep in the bed with me." He made the last statement in a manner indicative to Tom that he was hinting at something naughty.

“Yes, master. Do you need anything before bed?"

Andy yawned and turned to adorn a pair of boxer shorts. “No, I'm good. Sleep tight, slave. You did good today. I look forward to owning you for the next few weeks."

Andy eyed his roommate sadistically, sending chills of both dread and titillation through his body. “Goodnight, master. Sleep well."

With that, Andy turned off the light and climbed into bed, leaving Tom to unfold the blanket and lie down, denigrated to lie on the floor. It was carpeted, but not very comfortable, but it was enough motivation for Tom to do everything he could to please the panther. After all, one of his standing orders was to suck his cock till he came and he couldn't complain about such a command. Despite sleeping conditions and a humiliating dress code, Tom was satisfied with the overall outcome of their bet and before long he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of dark, muscled bodies and long, dripping cocks.

******

The next few days gave Tom the perfect insight into what his roommate thinks of someone who serves of him. At home, things went pretty much the same as they had the first night with Andy coming home, expecting him to tend to his sore muscles, particularly his footpaws, but also giving him a rub down of the rest of his body. While Andy watched sports, sitcoms, or for some reason the cooking network, Tom was busy kneading his tight muscles, getting to know the build-up of his biceps, triceps, pectorals, abdominals, hamstrings, calves, but nowhere did he spend more time massaging the panther than his large, round, smooth gluteus maximus. Simply viewing it was enough to give his member a tortured experience, imprisoned within the confines of his brightly-colored teal undies as it grew erect. However, once he had his hands on that furred rump, digging into it, feeling it up and around, he got a tingling sensation in his groin that was pure agony to be refused treatment. Andy didn't mind his slave's fixation on his butt, but he expressly forbid Tom from getting off in his presence, though to his fortune he emphasized the words “his presence." So, the two times he had when Andy was at work or out handling the few tasks Tom couldn't, the human was at home, stripped down to his birthday suit, furiously stroking his deprived member of a much needed orgasm.

Tom learned as well that Andy enjoyed the massages as much as he did and after the physical therapy, Andy required his slave to orally pleasure him. With a snap of his fingers and a directional pointing to his cock, Tom would have his mouth around the feline's dick in no time. He usually supplemented the fellatio by massaging his balls and his thigh or ass cheek. The panther was fairly demanding, requiring either one or two sucks a day, but Tom had no reason to complain. He never allowed Tom to move around the apartment without a leash on and without him present. He spent the rest of his time acting as a footstool or mattress.

Outside of the apartment, though, Tom gained a new understanding of the word humiliation. While Andy was out, he ordered Tom to handle a few items, such as grocery shopping and getting the oil in his car changed. The problem was that he was ordered to wear a very pink and very low cut shirt that was at least two sizes too small and a pair of cut-off shorts that actually showcased the sides of his underwear, as well as a pair of sandals. He got some disturbed looks from various individuals everywhere he went, making him blush harder and sweat more than he ever thought possible, but it got worse.

On Saturday, Andy wanted to go for a jog in the park, ordering Tom to come along – in nothing but his underwear. Mortified, Tom tried to back out, but Andy reminded him of the bet and Tom, being the good sport and rather submissive individual that he was when it came to the panther, acceded. During Andy's jog, Tom was tied to a park bench surrounded by open areas with plenty of angles to view his mostly naked body. He curled up behind the bench attempting to shield himself as best he could from the viewing public – to no avail.

Upon his return, Andy sat down on the bench, breathing heavily from an efficient run.

“Whew, been a while since I ran like that. Hey, my shoes are a little dirty, slave. Come over here and clean them."

Tom was hesitant. “Master, please, can't we wait until we get-"

“Come one, Tom," he said breaking character. “We made a bet. Nothing's gonna happen to ya. I promise. But you did agree to do what I told you, so come one. Come clean my shoes."

Tom, prudently regretting the bet he made, slowly acquiesced and crawled over to his master, licking his dirty shoes. Tom saw the various denizens pass by, jogging, walking, enjoying a date, and he burned up with shame. Andy, on the other hand, was smiling with glee, thoroughly enjoying his pet's humiliation. Afterward, Andy led him to an adult store, taking him in worried that he might upset the owner. Oddly enough, once the owner saw the panther and saw he was leading around a human on a leash and collar, he cracked a smile, intrigued by the sight.

Andy tied Tom up to a pole at the front of the store. “Stay put. I'll be right back."

Andy stepped away and started perusing the store's selection while Tom stood exposed to everyone who walked in or walked by, catching a glimpse of him through the window. At one point, a pair of men walked in, a tiger and a fox, and they caught a glimpse of Tom in his situation. Rather than scorning him like everyone else, they both smiled as if they had some sinister intent.

Confused, Tom watched the tiger pat the fox on the shoulder. “Come on," he said and the fox followed the feline over to Andy. They struck up a conversation, the tiger speaking to his fellow feline as the fox stood to the side, watching and listening. Tom, damned his unevolved hearing, couldn't make out what they were discussing, but Andy seemed interested as he glanced back at his slave, pondering something the tiger had mentioned. Eventually, the conversation broke, the tiger and fox went about their shopping, and as they left, they shot Tom a glance.

“Hope to see you soon," the tiger said as he exited the store with the fox in tow, lusting after him like a piece of erotic candy.

Andy came up shortly after carrying a black bag, contents once again unknown. “The tiger and the fox," Tom began, “what did they want?"

Andy chuckled a little. “We'll talk about that later. Come on, master wants to get home early. I've got something different planned for you today."

With that, he untied the leash and led his slave out of the store, leaving him feeling perplexed, worried, but undeniably enticed.

******

That evening, Tom found himself in a much more comfortable position, more familiar and yet unique. He was once again at home acting as Andy's personal footstool, but resting on his back as opposed to his hands and knees, his arms resting by his side. The panther had one paw resting on Tom's face, Tom's mouth working diligently to clean the feline foot, his tongue sliding along the paw pads and moving in between the toes, assuring they received a thorough cleaning. Andy's other paw, on the other hand, was resting not so softly on Tom's crotch, his paw kneading the stiffened penis beneath the cotton briefs.

There was a mutually, unexpressed thought shared between master and slave that Tom would be too distracted by his master's fondling to properly clean his foot, but it wound up having the opposite effect. Tom had become so sexually excited, that he was hyper focused on cleaning the padded paw, licking it, kissing it, sucking on it. He was moaning below as he enjoyed his oral duty as well as his master's generous ministrations while Andy sat back relaxed, satisfied, and smiling with glee that his slave was so enamored.

This went on for some time, Tom's arousal building up steadily over time, causing his moans to grow in intensity. As Andy listened to his roommate's cries of amorous delight, he grinned mischievously as his thoughts were focused on the next use of his slave. Without warning, he picked up both his paws, removing them from Tom's face and crotch, and rested them on his stomach. Tom licked his lips, breathing somewhat erratically as he stared up at the panther.

“Very good slave. You've done good work, today. Now I'm excited again and require relief." Tom attempted to get up to perform his normal duty when Andy pressed his feet down against him, holding the human to the floor. Tom relaxed and gazed back at his master with a perplexed expression. “No, no, I have something else in mind. You're belly has acted as a sufficient cum receptacle for my needs, but I would like to try depositing my cum somewhere else."

Tom looked back with stunned silence, his heart racing with excitement at what he thought his master was suggesting. Andy grinned at him, a toothy, salacious grin all but confirming the man's assumption. The panther then stood up, leash in hand, stepping off the human slave and tugging on the leash, ordering his slave to his feet. Tom immediately stood up, a notable bulge displayed prominently on his underwear.

“Come along, slave." He led him to the bedroom, Tom's nerves firing rapidly, his knees weak and butterflies wreaking havoc on his stomach. Andy shut the door behind them and removed the leash, pointing at the bed and leaning his muzzle right next to Tom's ear. “Lie down on your back and spread your arms and legs."

Tom gulped anxiously and proceeded as order, climbing onto the bed and setting himself in the center with his legs and arms spread out to the side. Andy smiled down at him and licked his lips before moving towards the chest of drawers and grabbing the black bag from the store they visited earlier. He pulled out several items, including two pairs of shackles and a few short stretches of black rope. The panther moved back towards the bed, grabbing Tom's right arm and pulling it up and towards the upper corner of the bed. He fastened one of the shackles to his wrist, thick and leathery and padded with soft material to prevent chafing, and tied the rope to the shackle and fastened the rope to one end of the bed. He then proceeded to do the same to his left arm, tying his slave to the bed. Tom's heart began to palpitate in his chest, his mind and body thrilled and nerve-wracked by what his master, his roommate and friend for years, was doing to him.

With his arms tied down, Andy moved to the rear of the bed, grabbed Tom's legs, and pulled him back, assuring that his arms were taught and his friend could barely move them. He then proceeded to shackle the human's legs to the bed, fastening the large, padded cuffs and tying them down tight. The human now had very little movement and no chance of freeing himself, leaving him helpless and at the mercy of the panther. His cock moved as he inadvertently flexed it under his briefs, the excitement of the moment making him want to cum from the mere experience. Andy grabbed one last item and brought it over to Tom to show him. It was a ball-gag.

“Open your mouth, pet."

Tom gulped one last time, his heart racing, and did as bid, opening his mouth wide for his master to finish applying his bonds. The feline reached over and placed the ball in Tom's mouth, the man immediately assaulted with the taste of fresh leather, and then finished up by fastening the strap around his head. Now, his slave couldn't speak and couldn't move, leaving him exposed and easy prey for the panther's erotic delights.

He climbed onto the bed next to his servant, sitting next to his hips and facing the bound human. Smiling wickedly, he reached down and began rubbing Tom's member through his underwear again, causing Tom to moan and shuffle around as best he could. Andy chuckled and continued to administer the tease, moving from penis to testicles and squeezing harshly on the sensitive scrotum. Tom gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his arousal rising quickly. Continue the night's events, Andy reached under the waistband of Tom's underwear, sliding his furry paw along the man's length, moving passed his nuts, sliding a couple of digits in between his ass crack, and rubbing them around the wrinkled anus.

Andy watched Tom's reaction, his slave grunting and groaning as he teased the highly erogenous area. Satisfied with the results, he plunged two fingers passed the back entrance and into Tom's asshole, causing him to moan loudly. He spent a few minutes fingering him, rubbing them around, spreading them, opening up his tight ring even wider, making his victim shuffle around on the bed, desperate to reach down and stroke the pole between his legs.

Finished with the foreplay and anxious to move to the next round, Andy removed his fingers from his sphincter and pulled his paw out of his underwear. Tom looked back somewhat disappointed, but then Andy climbed off the bed and began undressing, removing his shirt, his shorts, and finally his jockstrap, leaving him naked and showing off his musculature. He grabbed a pair of scissors and walked over to Tom, sliding them under the waistband and threatening to cut his briefs. Tom moaned through the gag in protest, but Andy paid him no mind and sliced off the man's underwear and then removed them, tossing them aside and leaving him as exposed as the panther. They both knew Andy could easily buy a new pair, but Tom didn't think it was necessary to destroy his clothes.

But the deed was done and now Andy was ready to proceed. He climbed on top of Tom, staring at him as he hovered over him, his sheath and balls dangling over the human's junk. “Now slave... I want you to cum for your master."

Andy reached back with a hindpaw, using it to grab Tom's cock before beginning to stroke it slowly. He picked up the pace after a moment, jerking his slave off as fast as he could while watching the man below enjoy the sensation of assisted sexual release. Tom moaned, grunted, whined, and shuffled while the panther continued to endlessly service him. The feeling of fur surrounding his dick, the tight clenching of his toes applying pressure as they stroked back and forth brought forth feelings of ecstasy for the sex deprived human. Andy found much pleasure in watching his friend wince and contort erotically, having serviced him well and suffered humiliation at his hands to finally see him receive his reward.

Tom was becoming restless, his moans getting louder, his body shuddering, his arms and legs pulling at their bonds to finish up what the feline was taking his time doing. He was close, his orgasm was building, and master watched slave as he enjoyed the fruits of a masterful paw job. Before long, Tom's entire body tensed up, he threw his head back, and Andy felt several long, wet strings stain his paw as Tom climaxed. The feline continued to stroke the human, who continued to ejaculate all over himself and his master. Tom was panting heavily as his orgasm subsided, copious amounts of drool leaking out the side of his gag.

After slowing his strokes to a halt, Andy reached down and removed the gag, allowing Tom to breathe easier and swallow the excess saliva. Andy shifted positions and pointed his cum-stained paw in front of the human's face. “You dirtied up my paw you bad boy. Now clean it up."

Tom stared wearily, but wantonly, at the feline's paw, though he was a bit put off by the sight of his own cum. However, it wouldn't be the first time he'd tasted it, so he went to work quickly, licking along the panther's hindpaw, paying close attention to the wet marks and lapping up his sticky jizz. It didn't take long before Andy pulled his foot away and replaced the gag, standing up and moving to the foot of the bed.

“Now that you've got your reward slave, it's time for master to get his due. Tell me something; have you ever taken another man in the ass before?" Tom shook his head. “Good. It pleases your master to know that he will be taking your virginity."

He began to untie Tom's legs from the bed, leaving the shackles and rope attached to his ankles. The feline moved in between his legs, cock bouncing around on his crotch as he prepared to breed the hapless human. He reached forward and picked up what was left of Tom's load and spread them around on his fingers. He then reached between his legs and glided the slick substance along his length, using it as a natural lubricant. He stuck his fingers into Tom's ass, eliciting a moan, stretching it out and lubricating it to at least a minimal degree. Now properly prepared for penetration, Andy reached under Tom's knees and lifted them in the air, his tight ass staring directly at the horny feline. Tom's eyes went wide with anticipation of his master's oncoming anal piercing, the thought of the panther being the first to sodomize him an exhilarating experience.

Andy leaned forward, staring at Tom, his cock positioned just outside his asshole. “Prepare your cocksleeve, slave."

Tom tried to relax his sphincter as best he could, uncertain to what sensation his master would deliver and unprepared for what would assail him. Andy slowly pushed his hips forward until his barbed cock head was pressed up against the tight rosebud. Tom took a deep breath as Andy thrust forward, forcing his penis through the wrinkled muscles and invading the human's bowels. Tom threw his head back as his ass was assaulted with a burning heat that tingled with both pain and pleasure. The lubrication Andy applied helped a little, but the insertion was still fairly rough and there was some chafing. The barbs scraped along the rectal walls, causing a stinging sensation that eventually faded and turned to a tickling sensation.

Once Andy hilted his slave, the thickest part of his dick spreading him wide open as his waist rested against Tom's buttocks, he immediately began bucking his hips, pulling out and shoving back in. Tom took a moment to get used to it, the burning in his ass remaining strong, but slowly transitioning to a more enjoyable tingling. Andy built up a steady rhythm, his paws holding Tom's legs up as he pummeled his asshole, each thrust fast and short, the penetration keeping Tom hard and aroused.

“Ugh... Yeah... *pant* that's it. Ugh... Make... *pant* your master... ugh... happy. *pant* Warm *pant* my huge *pant* cock."

Tom could barely hear his master over the pleasure of sexual domination, owned and bred by the panther, his large cock spreading him wide and stimulating his lust. The smell of sweat and sex permeated the air, his ass tight, slick, and warm and after some time it became accustomed to Andy's manly meat, which slid in and out with relative ease. The panther's furry hips slapped Tom's butt lightly with each thrust as his sheath pressed the exterior of Tom's sphincter, attempting but unable to gain access. Andy was starting to moan, his body heat rising and his fur beginning to glisten with sweat as his claw inadvertently extended and gently dug into Tom's skin. He didn't mind so much as the panther was being mindful not to enact any physical harm.

Andy's thrusts were getting faster, his breathing increasing, his muzzle open now and panting softly. He was beginning to drool a little, a small dribble of saliva leaking out the side of his mouth and trailing down his chin. His tail waved back and forth behind him, twitching a little here and there as his own sexual gratification was approaching peak levels. Tom was breathing rapidly, panting in sync with the panther's thrusts, and every time the feline spanked his ass a low grunt escaped Tom's gagged mouth. Andy grit his teeth, his moans mixing with grunts as his thrusts were now coming at a rapid pace, causing Tom to become light-headed.

After a moment, his thrusts started to slow and he opened his muzzle and leaned his head back, crying out in passion as the tingling in his crotch reached its limit. He pulled out nearly the entire length of his cock and shoved it back in as he released the contents of his balls into Tom's dark, dank depths. Semen spewed out in long, heavy squirts, filling up Tom's intestines with his feline essence. He continued to thrust, softer now and more gently as he began to coerce as much fluid from his cock as he could muster. Tom clenched down uncontrollably on the panther's rod, milking him for all he was worth, feeling the cat's hot seed warm up his innards.

Andy's thrusting soon slowed to a crawl as the last drops of ejaculate seeped out of his dick, pooling inside Tom's colon. He soon stopped and slumped over, flexing his member inside of Tom to insure that every ounce of semen was staining his rectum. He sat there panting, catching his breath, reeling from the high of orgasmic bliss, before opening his eyes and seeing Tom still breathing heavy as if he were still in the throws of passion.

Concerned, he reached down and removed the gag, a small string of spit connecting the gag with Tom's mouth as Andy moved it away. Tom cleared his mouth of his own saliva and took a moment to catch his breath, better able to breathe and relax from the amorous moment.

Andy looked down and asked in a caring tone, “Are you alright, Tom?"

Tom looked back at the feline, noting his reaction and feeling a bit relieved and assured by it. Just as well, hearing the feline call him by his name rather than the title of slave or pet was also reassuring, as well as heartwarming to the man whose always had feelings for the panther. It was a reaffirmation that this was nothing more than role-playing to him, that his feline friend truly wanted nothing bad to come from their bet.

Tom smiled back at him, still breathing somewhat erratically, but slowly returning to normal. “I'm fine, Andy. That was just... a bit intense, that's all."

And then the panther did something completely unexpected: he leaned his muzzle forward and connected his lips to Tom's in a soft, gentle, affectionate kiss. Tom's eyes went wide at the motion, but he eventually settled into it, returning the gesture and kissing back. They held the kiss for a moment until Andy pulled away, only to untie the bonds holding his wrists to the bed. He left the cuffs on, but now Tom had free movement, save for the large feline lying on top of him, which was a hindrance he didn't want to fix. Andy leaned forward and they kissed again, lovingly displaying their affection as Andy wrapped his arms under and around his human servant and Tom wrapped his arms around his furry master. As they held each other, Andy began lapping at Tom's face, cleaning him of the excess drool that slipped uncontrollably from Tom's gagged mouth. Then he just continued to lick his face and his neck and then held him close to his body, his cock softening, but still lodged within the human's abused sphincter.

They held each other for some time, Tom's nerves remaining higher than normal as the ethereal tenderness of the moment was a dream come true for him. After a while, though, Andy released Tom and sat up, his cock having gone limp and retracted back into its furry scabbard. They stared at each other a moment, smiling, before Andy finally returned them to the moment and their current roles.

“Shall we get cleaned up... my pet slave?"

Tom, perceiving a request rather than an order, looked back with a pitifully pleading expression. “Do we have to, master?"

Andy just grinned and lifted Tom's leg over, turning him to the side and flopping down beside him. He grabbed him and pulled him towards himself so that his back was pressed firmly against his chest, cradling his human slave with his paws gently gripping his chest and stomach. His sheath poked in between Tom's butt cheeks and teased the outside of his anus in a titillating manner. They rested on their sides like that the rest of the evening, Andy gently caressing Tom's chest and belly, petting him with his padded digits and tickling him with his claws. He rested his muzzle against Tom's cheek, nuzzling him tenderly, smiling with eyes closed and moaning softly with delight. Tom smiled as well, his wrists and ankles still shackled, but too engrossed in the moment to care.

As Tom felt the day's fatigue slowly draw him towards unconsciousness, his mind was drawn back to something that happened earlier in the day. “Master, can I ask you something?"

“Hm?" was all he got from the tired feline.

“At the store, that tiger and fox that went to talk to you... what did they want?"

“They were a couple, but the fox was the tiger's pet. The tiger figured you were mine and wanted to share pets. I'd get his fox, he'd get you, and you and his fox would get each other."

Taken aback, Tom found the idea somewhat stimulating, but also uncomfortable with the idea of being passed around like a lifeless sex toy. “Uh... what did you tell him."

Andy paused, nuzzling Tom's neck and petting his chest. “I told him that our relationship wasn't like that and the current situation at the store was a bit more complicated. I told him I'd think about it and get back to him. Honestly, I admit I found the idea tempting, but the truth is I wanted to ask you what you thought about it. When we made the bet, you agree to do whatever I wanted to you to do, which I figured means you would do anything for me, not for other people. And to pass you off to be used by someone else without any say so by you... well, I figured that was going to far. So, what do you think? You think you might be interested in being shared by another cat?"

Hearing his master say that, his friend confiding in him his concern for his own wishes, even though he agreed to serve his desires, lifted his spirits and his attraction to the panther. Elated, he reached up and cradled Andy's paws in his. “Well, since you asked, I might be open to servicing others, if that's what master wants."

Andy smiled and held the human close to him. “In that case, we might be seeing them again after all."

And with that, they remained cradled together enjoying each others warmth until they fell asleep, naked with the large panther holding his human friend like a body pillow. Tom still had a few weeks left of his bet with Andy and if this was what he had to look forward to, he had no complaints.