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Part 2

For Jagger8090

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

“Now, it’s my turn,” the lynx said, and the cheetah rapidly vacated Jermaine’s chest and cock to give the stronger, bulkier feline some space. Jermaine himself blushed as he realized that he was about to get a different sort of experience to the one he’d gotten from the nice, eager cheetah.

Starting with a foot on his chest. He gasped for breath at the sudden compression on his lungs, feeling that broad paw pressing down hard. It didn’t quite get the air knocked out of him, but it was more than enough to keep him from easily catching his breath as Vash stepped forward, grinding his paws against the human’s chest.

“If you’re going to be our human, then you need to learn your place.”

“Mmm, starting with that already, Vash?”

“I think he needs the lesson. You’re a little too…soft.”

“Heh…well, go on.”

The other paw dragged past his face, clawed toes and soft, fuzzy digits rubbing against his cheek for a moment before it pressed down on his stomach. Not enough to actually hurt, but enough for him to feel every inch of that weight coming down on him, and enough for him to realize that the lynx could take this much further if he really wanted to. He wasn’t sure if he wanted Vash to do that.

Another step, this time down to his thigh, the martial artist standing and walking with his hands on his hips, almost like a precision tightrope walker rather than a fighter. His toes curled, digging into Jermaine’s thigh, the claws on the verge of pricking his skin.

“You are going to be a good human, yes?”

“Mmmph…yes, sir.”

“Titles. Good. You are already learning.”

“I…I want to be good.”

“You’re making a good start. You already know where you belong.”

Jermaine blushed. The idea that he ‘belonged’ under the felines just because he was a human was strange to him, but there was something that wasn’t entirely wrong about it. He rather liked the feeling of being underpaw, at the very least, and as Vash walked all the way down his leg, only to walk back up the other one, he found himself shivering in delight, something that he really hadn’t expected.

Even when the lynx stopped right at the human’s crotch, even as those toes started to wiggle around his exposed cock, he didn’t entirely feel afraid. Nervous, yes, considering how close those sharp claws were to something to sensitive, but not afraid. It was more that slight set of nerves around someone else with a weapon, even if they were never going to use it on you, a feeling of caution more than anything else.

He stared at those twitching toes as they danced around either side of his shaft, the thick toes almost touching him, and his shaft rising to the challenge. He was amazed that it could still get hard after two orgasms already, but the fact was, he was getting –

He was getting trained, he realized, and the idea hit him like a ton of bricks. They were training him to be eager for this. He looked up at Vash, and it must have shown on his face, because the lynx nodded.

“You understand now.”

“I…I guess…”

“What are you?”

“I…I’m a good human.”

“And that means?”

“I’m under-paw.”

“Good. Now…”

Vash settled his weight right on the human’s hips, adjusting his stance to allow himself to rest there without falling off. It wasn’t the most comfortable for Jermaine, but it did allow him to see the other paw coming right for his face, hovering over his head. He blushed as the toes wiggled, the claws shined, and the pads underneath showed themselves off.

“Now, show me where you belong.”

He blushed, leaning his head up and pressing his face against the pads. It was a very different feeling, one that he hadn’t expected to go through. He groaned under his breath as he felt that weight settle on him, feeling the warm fur smothering him, the heated pads grinding down on his cheeks. He was already panting, and he could feel the tightness of an erection rushing down to his dick, begging for that little bit of attention that would get him off. Those toes could do that, but –

[i]No, no, don’t think about that. Lick. He wants you to show that you understand.[/i]

So, Jermaine stuck out his tongue, gradually dragging it along the biggest of the pads he could find. He tasted a bit of dust, but mostly flesh and a hint of sweat, nothing bad. He dragged his tongue to the nearest toe, flattening fur in the process, and then slowly dragged it up along the twitching length towards the claw.

“That’s it, human…”

There was a growl of pleasure in Vash’s voice, and he wondered if this was something that Vash had been hoping for. If it was, then there was something to this. If not…well, at least he was surprising the lynx in a good way.

He tilted his head to the side, licking over the claw and dragging his tongue down along the side of it. The taste was different to the rest of the paw, something slightly stale, something that was less flavorful. In a way, that was good. It made it easier.

He licked all the way down to the tip before Vash took it away. The feline stepped forward, one large paw on either rib-cage, and the human groaned.

“That’s better. Do you understand now, hmm?”

“I…I think…so…”

“Is he still hard, Dex?”

“Really, really, really hard.”

“I suppose he is telling the truth, then.”

“Hey, hey, I got an idea. Camera…”

Jermaine idly pointed off to the side where his camera had gone, and the cheetah ran for it. Seconds later, Dex had it pointed at the two of them.

“Care to make a couple memories?”

That was one route that Jermaine had never expected to take out here. He had thought that it would be some isolated fun, some little bit of interesting play that they might get up to when they were alone. The idea of it being recorded –

“It seems that the human likes it,” Vash said, chuckling.

“Wh-what? No, I didn’t – ah!”

He gasped as he felt a fluffy tail-tip tickle his erection. It was harder than ever, he realized, stiff and waiting for the attention that it had been promised. The idea of getting that caught on camera was embarrassing, yes, but there was definitely some part of him that liked the idea of being exposed as a bit of a paw-lover.

His cheeks burned hotter as the two felines shifted position, with the cheetah getting down on the ground for the perfect shot. He heard the click of the camera going off just as that fuzzy paw pressed against the top of his shaft, and he arched his back slowly as his shaft was pushed back, back, back, until it was bent down over his balls, almost touching the floor as Vash’s toes dominated his shaft completely.

“Ah…ah…”

“A human’s rod should know when to take a bow.”

“Nnngh…mmph…”

“Don’t lie. I can feel you oozing.”

“I…Ah…”

“It might be a new position, but you will learn to like it.”

He gritted his teeth, knowing that that was already happening. His cock ached, yes, but there was something amazing about having it pinned like that, about having it forced to bow before the paws of the felines. He hissed every time that Vash shifted his position even slightly, feeling the weight of that paw on his shaft, feeling it twitching against the pads, and –

Gods, if he wasn’t careful, he was going to cum right then and there.

He gasped as the lynx stepped forward, that other broad paw pressing right against his chest once more. It took his breath away, leaving him arching his back, or trying to. The position kept his cock pinned, and him flat. Dex was darting around, taking pictures from all kinds of angles, showing the domination of a human beneath the paws of a great and powerful lynx.

Jermaine should have been humiliated, and in a way, he was. But at the same time, he was excited, excited beyond the common lot of mortals.

“Ah…ah…mmmph…”

“If you make a mess, you will be licking my paws clean.”

“I don’t think he cares,” Dex said.

“Yes, but I do.”

“Heh, then you better get ready for a blast. His balls are already pulling up a bit.”

The fact that the cheetah had already figured him out didn’t make that better. If anything, it only made him feel that much more belonging under-paw. They were pushing him there, showing how easily they could keep him there, and…

[i]Fuck…this is…too hot…[/i]

His eyes were rolling back in their sockets again, and he could feel his pleasure rising through his shaft and through his balls. The latter were churning and the former was pulsing. Vash clenched his toes around the head of his cock, but that was not going to be enough. He could already feel that much.

“Nnngh…mmph…”

“Is he that close already?”

“He must have a serious thing for our paws.”

“He is helpless to them.”

“I guess the stories are true.”

“Humans. They all admit it, eventually.”

He groaned under his breath, his cheeks burning from the unintended taunt. He wriggled back and forth, trying to thrust forward, trying to pull back, no longer sure just what he wanted out of this. All he knew was that it felt good, that he craved more, and…and that he needed…needed to…

He looked at the paw on his chest, and he reached down, taking it in hand and rubbing along the surface. The lynx looked down at him as he started massaging the very paw pinning him in place, rubbing the toes, stroking the sides, rubbing up the lowest part of the leg. Vash smiled.

“Well, well. You certainly are starting to understand your other responsibilities.”

“What…what do you…mean?” Jermaine wheezed.

“Pinned under-paw, you will be responsible for more than just…service.”

“You…you mean…”

“Yes. Massage. Tending. Grooming.”

He blushed. The way that even those sounded almost sensual should have been another dose of humiliation, but instead, they almost felt…right. Jermaine had fallen further than he realized if that was something that felt right, rather than just lasting through this, but he was starting to enjoy his new place in life.

[i]What would the other humans say if they could see me now…[/i]

Nothing good, he was sure. He was doing something that nobody would normally do, right? Happily massaging a feline’s paw while his shaft was getting stroked by clawed toes. There was something wrong with that, but…but at that point, he wasn’t sure if there really was. He just felt like he was getting off on it.

The lynx shifted his position slightly, barely more than a millimeter, but it still stroked Jermaine’s cock one last time. It was enough to get him off, and he moaned out loud as he came. He could feel most of it shooting free, could hear the clicking of the camera…

And he felt it when Vash lowered his paw just that little bit further, intentionally getting himself dirty.

[i]Fuck…fuck…fuck…[/i]

He shivered as the lynx stepped off his chest, gasping for breath. The ‘soiled’ paw was lifted, his own seed dripping from two toes. Vash held it out for him to clean, and he wordlessly got started on his new task.

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After that, they didn’t take too long to get packed and headed back home. He had expected to be back at his place much earlier than this, but all things considered, he was feeling good. Embarrassed, still blushing about what he’d done, but good enough.

[i]Is this a good idea?[/i]

Well, even if it wasn’t, there was no turning back now. Vash and Dex were going to hold this over his head for a while, and he knew that they were going to take the ‘being a good human’ thing very seriously. They wanted him, and they were very likely going to keep him, all things considered.

He looked down at the camera. They’d told him that they wanted copies of the pictures of him underfoot as well as everything else they’d done. He wondered how that was going to feel, seeing that later. Regret, or pleasure? Pleasure, or regret?

[i]Ugh…why is this so confusing?[/i]

“Hey, you okay?”

That was Dex, and he whipped his head up to see the cheetah falling back to walk with him for a bit longer. He blushed, rubbing the back of his head.

“I guess.”

“You don’t sound it.”

“I’m just…still processing what happened.”

“What’s to process?”

“The fact that I’m going to be your ‘good human’, I guess.”

“Is that bad?”

The very fact that Dex was asking reminded him of the difference between normal people and the anthros. To them, what had just happened probably felt natural, like something that just happened between them and humans at any point in life. For him, it felt like something had gone off the rails, like he had lost something, even if he’d gained something at the same time. His cheeks burned.

“You…really don’t see something weird there?”

“Don’t think so.”

“Why not?”

“Well, you are kinda on the wimpy side, you know?”

“Thanks,” he muttered sarcastically.

“Hey, it’s nothing bad. Just saying, you’re not the strongest guy. That means either you have to get stronger, or you need stronger people to look after you. And if that means staying under-paw for a while, is that so bad?”

“I guess not…”

“Come on. You had fun.”

“…I did…”

“Look, it’ll feel better after you get used to it. Me and Vash have to keep going, but you head home. It’s not far, right?”

“Just up the block.”

“Great. You get there, and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

The cheetah sped up again, catching up with the lynx at his side and turning at the next intersection. They went right, he went straight, and the last he saw of them was them meeting another anthro. A tiger, he thought, though he wasn’t paying much attention once they were off the path that took him home.

He reached the front door and stepped inside. Nobody was there to stop him, no questions to be asked. He supposed that was a good thing; he needed to get a shower to get rid of the paw prints on his cheeks and beneath his shirt before anyone saw him or realized what had happened to him.

Hurrying upstairs, he paused only to put his camera in his room in a good hiding place, and then jumped into the bathroom. Turning up the heat as hot as he could stand it, he ducked under the hot water and sighed as it washed over him, flooding his body with all kinds of good feelings. Despite the care that the cats had taken, there were definitely bruises up and down his body, and that left him feeling more than slightly aching as he washed them clean.

[i]Gonna take a while…a long while…to get used to this.[/i]

As he scrubbed himself down, he kept taking deep breaths, keeping the slight panic of being ‘owned’, even in this minor way, by someone else from taking over. He knew that it was going to be okay, knew that they weren’t going to treat him badly, but at the same time, it was easy to panic over the unknown.

[i]It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay.[/i]

That was all that he needed to tell himself, even as he rested one hand on a paw print on his chest. It was going to take a while to fade, but…well, he was okay with that. Right now, right at that moment, he was okay with being a cat’s good human.

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

Summary: Jermaine’s treatment and teasing at the paws of two felines continues, gradually dragging him into a horny, dominated place.

Tags: M/M, Exhibitionism, Camera, Cheetah, Human, Lynx, Human/Anthro, Foot Fetish, Trampling, Footjob, Cum, Orgasm, Domination, Humiliation, Owned,