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Gryff sighed in the backseat with his head leaned to the side and his eyes glued out the window. The bustling scenery of the city was long gone, leaving nothing but the blur of passing trees and a sea of green. Of course, there was the occasional billboard advertising fast food up ahead or mom and pop consignment stores, but they were few and far between. Occasionally, someone would roll down the window, allowing a cool gust of mountain fresh air into the car, and for a moment, Gryff felt as if he could breathe easier. It was a nice change, but it left little to look at. Gryff huffed once more, shifting in the leather seat and pushing his knees forward against the passenger chair. He had been in the back of the car for hours, which felt like days since his other two friends had stopped talking for almost half an hour. They went through spouts, joking and chatting for a spell before remaining quiet for another spell and simply listening to music. Maybe it was a way for them to cope with one another. Gryff, Stephan, and Max had all been friends since middle school, and although they went their separate ways on occasion and delved into different hobbies, they always eventually found time to spend with one another.

After several months of alternating plans and scheduling conflicts, they had all three managed to plan a small vacation to Stephan’s family cabin. Although Stephan had insisted it would be a fun week, Gryff found himself doubting the amount of adventure they could have in a place that was fifty miles from the nearest Game Stop. He was a city boy, loving the constant flash of lights and buzz of noise. He had voted for Vegas, but the others had quickly laughed and moved on to other ideas. Pulling himself from his thoughts, Gryff let out another huff and sank further into his seat. His knees pressed to the back of the passenger chair, straining the padding with the weight of his added pressure.

“Do you need something?” A light, playful voice filtered from the front, and Gryff smirked, knowing his fidgeting and huffing had gained some attention.

“Are we there yet? It’s been forever!” The human male whined, stretching the word forever to emphasize his point.

“You sound like a toddler.” Said another voice from the driver’s seat. This one was deeper and more stern.

The human smirked, imitating the larger male’s tone and words with a high pitched jumble of vowels and consonants. It was a mocking gesture, but it did, in fact, make him sound like a toddler. The human was a bit of a button pusher, always teasing his friends to the point they became annoyed before backing off. He was smaller than the other two, his body a sleek type of muscular that was built for speed more than strength. He reached up, brushing his fingers between thick strands of his long, black hair. It was constantly falling into his face, the red highlights adding a bit of flare to his otherwise harmless appearance. With his hair brushed back, his straight cheek bones and soft chin gave off a delicate, almost femanine appearance.

“I know you are but what am I?” He laughed, only to receive a sharp glance from the tiger in the driver’s seat. Their eyes locked, and Gryff squinted his orangish-red eyes before wiggling his nose in a childish show of dominance.

Stephan simply shook his head, his green eyes sliding back to the road. He was the largest of the three, his hulking frame practically reaching over to the passenger seat. His fur shifted in the breeze of the AC, occasionally shedding a stray, purple hair into the car. It was common that time of year for Anthros to shed regularly, and although Max understood the struggle, Gryff liked to tease Stephan about it. Stephan was a large feline tiger, his body naturally something that body builders struggled for years to achieve. His fur was a deep, royal purple with light, lavender stripes that horizontally stretched around his frame and spanned head to toe. As if his massive size wasn’t intimidating enough, his razor sharp claws and teeth, combined with piercing emerald eyes, were enough to make the roudiestiest of characters think twice before messing with him. Males and females alike were constantly begging for his attention, his dominating frame and deep, rolling voice a combination to worship.

“The correct answer would be...annoying.” The tiger responded, a smirk crossing his lips as he reached for his cupholder in the center, taking large gulps of his energy drink to stay focused.

Gryff only shrugged his shoulders in agreement, sitting back into his seat and pulling his cell phone from his pocket. Lifting the phone into the air, he angled it above his head, fanning out his favorite band t-shirt to display the logo on the front before he snapped a selfie. He wasn’t much of a social media guru, but he knew the gesture would make Max at least roll his eyes.

“Gah! Would you not do that?” The lynx groaned from the passenger seat, smirking as he lifted his paw to cover his nose in a sign of disgust. “Humans always smell so sweaty. It’s like a built-in anthro repellant! You smell like absolute ass!” He chuckled, receiving a laugh from the tiger before the two fist bumped.

Even though he was still an anthro feline, Max was a lot smaller than Stephan, but his build was still much larger than an average human. As a lynx, his form resembled a model athlete with wide shoulders, strong arms, and muscled legs. His ears were pointed with white tufts of fur on the tips, and his fur was a beautiful onyx, scattered with gray spots of varying sizes. The ends of his arms and legs were a contrasting white, giving him a unique look that other male lynxes would kill for. He turned his head, glancing back toward the smaller human with his multicolored eyes, a trait he had inherited from his mother: one a sky blue and the other a striking green.

“I smell bad?” Gryff screeched in disbelief, leaning forward between the driver and passenger seats until his hair brushed both males on the shoulder. His nose almost pressed against Max’s, but neither male pulled away. “You two have the stinkiest paws I've ever had the displeasure of smelling, and thank God my sense of smell isn’t like yours. I don’t know how you guys expect to stay clean while in the backwoods.”

“We shower too, Gryff.” Max retorted, his pointed ears twitching slightly as a loud motorcycle sped by. He challenged Gryff to look away first, a small smirk forcing the sides of his mouth to twitch as his gaze remained firm.

“Not good enough.” The human snipped, his attitude bordering on pissy. Maybe they’d been stuck in the car too long.

Blushing slightly, Gryff gave up first, glancing away from the larger male lynx before he sat back into his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and pretending to pout. Gryff’s bottom lip even pooched out, and Stephan peeked through the rearview mirror, finding it hard not to laugh at the sight.

“If we stink so bad, why do you insist on spending time with us?” Stephan asked, knowing all the banter was harmless and good fun. After all, they’d been through worse together.

“I thought you guys were cool once.”

“OOOoooOOooH” Both anthros chimed, their voices shifting at different intervals to create a chorus of teasing.

“Just calm your tits. We’re almost there.” Stephan replied, shifting his head left and right to give his sore neck a nice stretch.

“Good!” Gryff chimed, shifting back to his normal seat before his fingers found the window controls. He pressed down, watching as the window fully opened to send a quick, hard breeze over his frame. His hair blew backwards and he laughed, deciding to take another jab. “You’re both starting to make me nauseous with your stink.”

“Geez, he’s really playing that card isn’t he?” Max asked Stephan.

Stephan nodded, taking another swig of his drink before he gave a shrug of his shoulders. “Guess we’ll just have to wait until he goes to sleep and put our paws in his face.”

“Great Idea!” Max cheered.

“Sure! If you want me to puke all over the bed sheets!” Gryff responded, laughing loud enough to force both anthro males to draw back their ears.

“Ah, friendship.” Max chimed.

Maybe it was time for a little silence.

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The last leg of the car ride consisted of loud, blaring music and several attempts of air guitar from Max and Gryff. Stephan simply shook his head, a large smirk on his lips as he watched his friends make fools of themselves. Everyone was getting a bit tired, more than loopy, and extremely stiff, but once Stephan turned onto the main drive for the cabin, they could all sense a bit of relief and relaxation.

Two miles down the winding, gravel road, the car finally came to a stop, parking just before the wooden cabin that was tucked in the woods. They were at least a mile from the nearest neighbor, and the only sounds that filtered through the trees were the soft chirps and chitters of woodland animals.

“Really? This is where we’re staying?” Gryff chimed, disbelief obvious in his tone before he shut his car door.

Of course, Stephan had mentioned the cabin was a little rustic, but Gryff had never imagined this. The cabin was a relatively small, two-story house with a wrap-around porch and bright red, decorative accents. Although the yard was perfectly trimmed, the house itself seemed almost neglected with several spiderwebs adorning the porch and the red accents fading and chipping from extended hours of sun exposure.

"It looks better on the inside." Stephan said as he stepped out of the car, finally able to stretch his muscles as he reached toward the sky and let out a loud, pleasurable growl. “We used to come here at least three times a year when I was a young cub. Now, it’s mainly used when my parents want to have a fling” He chuckled, letting out a soft sigh from the relief of his muscles and joints popping.

“Well, I hope the house is clean, because smelling you is bad enough. I don't want to smell stinky, old anthros too." Gryff snickered.

Although they were all friends, both Stephan and Max were beginning to get annoyed at Gryff for his antro comments. He liked to tease them about staying clean, knowing it would get more attention than other playful insults, but it was still getting old.

“You really like to play that card don’t you, Gryff?” Max asked, raising one eyebrow as he stared at the human.

Stephan ignored the other two. The long car ride had taken a toll on his nerves, and he was currently trying to figure out a way to get Gryff back for all of his nasty comments. Gryff simply shrugged, his little smirk making it quite obvious that he was enjoying himself, and Max shook his head, holding up his paw for the house key.

"I'm going in. I gotta piss like a racehorse."

Stephan tossed the key to the fidgeting lynx before walking to the back of the car to grab everyone’s luggage.

"Why don't you make yourself a useful human and call-in some pizza. There’s a local place called Frizolee's about ten miles from here." The Tiger said, snapping open the trunk before he reached in to grab the first bag.

With his claws wrapped around the handle, Stephan gave a light tug. The bag didn't budge, forcing Stephan to add a little more pressure as he yanked the handle toward him. The sound of ripping leather filled the air, and Stephan staggered backwards with the handle still clutched in his paw. The fabric dangled, and his eyes darted to the trunk, confirming the large hole that had been ripped into the top of Gryff’s suitcase.

"What the hell do you have in that thing, Gryff?"

"Oh my God! Can you do anything without breaking something with those massive, stinky, nasty paws?" Gryff laughed, clutching onto his stomach as if it was the world's best joke.

The Tiger growled, feeling a sense of anger begin to rise inside his chest. He could have snapped then, but he took a calming breath, knowing that wasn't the way to handle the situation. There was a better way to take care of Gryff's stupid comments and possibly make the weeklong vacation a little more exciting.

“I don’t seem to recall us making fun of you as much as you make fun of us. You seem to enjoy teasing us about our smell a little too much. Let’s make a bet. Are you up for it?” Stephan asked, a knowing smile crossing his lips.

“Pffff, please. I can do anything you come up with. What is the bet?” The human asked, crossing his arms over his chest and popping his hip to the side in a cocky show.

Gryff’s behavior at the mention of a bet only made Stephan want to make the bet more, and he could feel the hair on the back of his neck rising in anticipation from the thoughts swirling in his head. Gryff would never stand a chance.

“It’s a simple bet really, but I know you’re going to lose already. I bet that you can’t keep your dumb ass quiet until our pizza gets here. That means no talking, no smart ass comments, no whimpering noises, and especially no annoying sounds from now until that pizza crosses over the threshold of the cabin.”

“Wait, you think that’s hard? Please, I can play the quiet game. When I win, I want you to be my servant for the week. Anything I say, you have to do, and I’ll call you Mr. Jeeves.”

The tiger raised one eyebrow, never expecting those to be the terms of Gryff’s win, but it did fit along with his own plans.

“Alright, and when you lose, you have to be my slave for the week.”

This actually caused Gryff to pause for a moment. He stood, frozen in thought as his mind processed that one, simple word--slave.

“W-Wait...You want me to be your slave? What does that even mean?” Gryff asked, a soft blush covering his cheeks. Stephan would never make him do something degrading, right? He must have meant servant and just said slave to make it more demeaning. That’s what Gryff was telling himself at least.

“Yeah, anything I say goes. No exceptions.” Stephan chimed, seeming smug and sure about himself.

Gryff thought for a moment before his cocky attitude got the best of him. Of course, he had never been able to be quiet for more than an hour at home, but how long could it really take for their food to arrive? He would only have to be quiet for maybe half an hour, tops.

“You’re on!”

“It was nice knowing you.” Stephan said, his emerald eyes piercing into Gryff’s. Quickly, Stephan glanced at his cell phone, making a mental note of the time. “Bet starts now.”

Gryff raised his hands to argue, but those were the rules. The pizza hadn’t even been ordered yet, but he realized a little too late that he hadn’t added that into his stipulations. Once an agreement was made, there could be no more negotiations, and Gryff had simply accepted the agreement without thinking. Stephan had seen right through the human’s lack of attention to detail. The tiger smirked, the first look of real pleasure crossing his face since they had hit the halfway mark of the car ride.

“Hmm? What was that you wanted to say?” He asked, watching as the human was finally quiet and lowered his hands back down to his sides in defeat. “Oh, that’s what I thought. Damn, why didn’t I think about this sooner? It’s so peaceful.”

Reaching into the trunk, Stephan grabbed his bag, hoisting it up in one paw before grabbing Max’s as well. He left Gryff’s in the trunk, knowing he had probably stuffed his bag with bricks or heavy objects on purpose. Stephan was always quite the gentleman, and it would have been easy for Gryff to assume that the tiger would carry in all the heavy bags.

Stephan’s thoughts were confirmed when he noticed Gryff’s eyes slide back to the ripped leather bag, a look of concern and planning crossing across his face. He was wondering how he was going to get his bag inside without pulling out all of the heavier contents.

“Good luck. Also, no annoying noises. That includes grunting.”

With that, Stephan walked toward the house, easily toting the other two bags before he disappeared inside. There was very little chance that Gryff would ever be able to stay quiet for longer than an hour, but just to stack the odds, Stephan wanted to clue Max in on the details. If they could team up, they’d be in for a real treat. It didn't take long for Stephan to fill Max in on the details of the bet, and it took even less time for Max to agree to help. It seemed they were both tired of Gryff's constant antics, and this would be the perfect way to teach him a much needed lesson.

After ten minutes of rearranging, Gryff was finally able to carry his bag into the cabin. Of course, he left the bricks outside, tucking them near the tree line so that they would be out of sight from the others, but he’d never admit they were his. The weight of the bag was still a little much, forcing Gryff to hold it sideways. He couldn’t lift it above his shoulders, leaving him to carry it awkwardly in front of his frame. Waddling into the living room, Gryff set his bag down onto the floor, almost letting out a groan from his efforts before he stopped himself.

To Gryff's surprise, Stephan had been telling the truth about the inside of the cabin. While the outside seemed neglected and slightly dated, the inside was modern and spotless. He began wandering through the halls, pushing his bag forward with his feet and trying to memorize the floor plan. The living room was first with dark, mahogany floors and contrasting white fabric furniture. The couch and loveseat were placed in a U-shaped formation in front of a central, eighty inch television. Alll of the end tables and dressers were a slightly lighter shade of mahogany than the floor, each decorated with white vases and knickknacks of all varieties.

All of the bedrooms were upstairs, including the master suite that Stephan had claimed for himself. Max had more than likely already claimed his since he was the first one in the house, but Gryff began looking for the stairs, figuring the best way to win the bet would be to avoid his friends all together until their dinner arrived.

Unfortunately, he took a wrong turn, ending up in the kitchen. The kitchen had the same color scheme as the living room, with mahogany and off white granite. It was an expensive mix, and although Stephan rarely boasted of his family’s wealth, it was absolutely no secret. Max was sitting at the dining room table, directly on the other side of the kitchen, and he smiled innocently as Gryff rounded the corner.

“Hey bud. Stephan asked me to order us some pizza. Do you have any preferred toppings I should know about: anchovies, black olives, or pineapple, maybe?” He asked, tilting his head to the side.

Max had stripped most of his outfit already, his button up shirt now gone to reveal his muscled, firm chest. His cargo shorts had been replaced with thin basketball shorts, and if Max stood, Gryff knew he would be able to make out the outline of the lynx’s sheath through the fabric. Not that he had ever looked before....ever.

Nudging his bag a few more inches across the floor, Gryff slowly pulled his phone from his pocket, texting Max a short list of his favorites. Max raised an eyebrow as his phone dinged, and he pretended not to understand the strange interaction.

“Umm...alright. Are you not talking or something? Is this another one of your jokes?” Max asked, turning sideways in his seat before draping one arm over the back.

His fur was shifting, almost as if a light breeze was being blown toward him, and it made him look soft, almost cuddly in a way. Gryff took a few steps forward, noticing the fan in the corner that was causing the light breeze. Max was sitting there deliberately, knowing Gyrff would have something to say about him stinking up the house with his musk.

Lifting his phone once more, Gryff texted Max again, explaining his silence was a bet and asking where the stairs were. Max pretended not to notice the text and continued scrolling through the online pizza options, mumbling to himself with oohs and ahs about how tasty something looked.

“I guess you’ll just have to eat what I get if you can’t tell me what you want.” Max teased, his little bobtail beginning to wiggle back and forth in excitement.

With a soft sigh, Max leaned back in his seat, spreading his legs wide and angling himself toward the fan. He could feel the breeze rolling up the legs of his shorts, and Gryff could feel his lips give a slight twitch. He desperately wanted to tell Max to close his legs and make some comment about the smell of fish, but he swallowed hard instead, willing the words to roll down his throat instead of out of his mouth.

"Seems like the cat's got his tongue."

Stephan rounded the corner, causing Gryff to visibly jump in surprise. For such a large male, Stephan was eerily quiet, and he smirked, thinking that his comment was hilarious. The scowl on Gryff's face was just the icing on the cake. The tiger reached for the fridge and pulled out a cold beer before popping the top, allowing Gryff a small glance into the large fridge. To his surprise, it was completely stocked full of beer and fresh groceries.

"Do you get it? Do you? 'Cause we're felines." Stephan continued, raising the pitch of his voice to try and imitate the human’s natural tone.

"Ooooh my god! I get it!" Max cheered. He forced himself to appear overly happy, slowly opening his mouth into an O-shape and placing his paws on either cheek.

Gryff felt words slide back up his throat, pressing to the back of his lips and begging to get through, but he managed to control himself once more, giving a hard swallow and mentally reminding himself what was at stake.

Slowly, Gryff turned around to face Stephan. The small human froze as he came face to face with a broad, furred chest, and as he glanced up, he watched the tiger take another swig of his beer. Stephan had also stripped down, losing his t-shirt and jeans to become more comfortable in a simple pair of black boxers. They were tight fitting, showing off the natural bulge of his sheath, and the tiger smirked, reaching down and giving his groin a slow scratch.

Gryff clenched his fists at his sides in a desperate attempt to keep quiet. He hadn’t realized not making smart ass comments was going to be this difficult, but his mouth was practically throbbing with the need to speak.

“Pizza’s ordered.” Max chimed in.

There was a visible shift in Gryff’s face as he felt relief. He only had to last a little longer, and he could have the big alpha male as his own personal little servant. To help him stay focused, he began thinking of all the things he could make Stephan do: make his bed, cook him breakfast, run his baths, and even wipe his ass if he wanted.

“So, Stephan, what are the plans for the week?” Max asked, slowly leaning back in his chair and propping his big, bare paws on the table top. “I’m honestly down for anything. The simple quiet is like a dream come true.”

Gryff was cornered, knowing they wouldn’t let him leave the room, and they intended to torture him until the food got there. Obviously they were trying to get him to do or say something and condemn himself for the week. They were triggering all his usual joking points, showing their bodies and their paws off. Honestly, it was a form of torture.

“Well, I’d like to take a few days and go down to the lake. It’s a short hike through the woods, but I’m sure there might be some mud and weeds to walk through. Some areas of the lake have this nasty, green slime that can get in-between your toes, but my favorite spot is clean.”

“Sounds like fun!”

“I think so. I’d also like to keep buying beer and relax with you guys. We have games, a huge projector screen in the backyard for movies, a jacuzzi, even a shooting range if you’re interested.” Stephan said finishing off his first beer. He was already starting to feel more relaxed.

“Any uh...fun places to go? See, I was hoping to wet my willy at some point this week, maybe get licked from head to toe. That’s what vacation is all about, right?” Max asked, smirking toward his two friends. He was only partially joking.

“Of course. I know a few places. They’ll do anything for a few bucks too, and I mean anything.” Stephan said, walking back to the fridge to grab another beer.

The two anthros continued to bombard the human, not speaking to him directly but setting him up for perfect jokes or ways to tease them. They could both see how frustrated he was becoming, switching from one foot to the other, clenching and unclenching his fists, and making strange and new faces as his features scrunched. It was almost as if they were pinching and slapping him, but Gryff was only fighting himself. Though, Stephan knew if he could disorient the little human enough, he would miss one crucial detail to their bet. Attention to detail was honestly one of Gryff’s fatal flaws, and Stephan was simply playing into that.

Forty-five agonizing minutes passed, and both anthros were now sitting at the dining room table, laughing and joking with one another about one thing or another. Gryff looked uncomfortable, his muscles tight and every fiber of his being screaming to laugh or at least groan from their conversation. Then, as if it was a gift from heaven, the sound of the doorbell rang through the house. It was loud, almost blaring with the typical ding-dong chime, and Gryff raised his hands in the air, taking a huge gulp of breath as if his head had been under water for the entire encounter.

“YES!” He screamed, pumping his fists into the air in pure joy before he began jumping. He cheered at the top of his lungs, quickly running toward Stephan before pointing his fingers into the tiger’s face. “I did it! Suck it! You get to be my servant for a whole week! WHOOOO!” He laughed, doing a cocky spin before he began to do a victory dance.

Max slowly slipped from the table, hurrying out of the dining room and toward the front door while Stephan remained at the table, taking a sip of his beer and seeming completely unphased by Gryff’s reaction. His face actually seemed….smug.

“What the heck do you look so happy about? You’re giving me a full body massage tonight bitch!” He laughed, almost hysterically.

Stephan smirked, watching as Max carried in three large boxes of pizza before plopping them onto the table. “Why is Gryff so happy?” Max asked, plopping back into the wooden chair at the table.

“He doesn’t know yet.” Stephan replied, chuckling softly as he took another swig of beer and reached for the top pizza box. He flipped it open to reveal a meat lover's pizza--his favorite.

“I don’t know yet? What are you talking about?” Gryff asked, putting both of his hands onto the table. For once, he stood above the other two, and he used that as an opportunity to sound stern. “What are you talking about S--”

His voice cut off immediately, and for the first time in a while, he was truly speechless. His eyes widened as realization sank in, and his heart sank into his stomach before he felt light headed. Slowly, he sat himself down into the nearest chair. His mouth was hanging open in disbelief, and Max burst out in laughter, unable to control himself.

“Shit…” Gryff whispered, staring down at the table.

“Shit is right.” Stephan replied. “You were soooo close.” He laughed, taking a bite of his first slice.

Gryff had missed that one crucial detail-- until the pizza crossed the threshold. He slowly sighed in disbelief, lowering his head to the table in defeat before he whined softly.

“You got me…”

“I knew I would.” The tiger purred, the rumbling from his chest more than obvious. “Better eat up. You’ll need your energy when your slave duties start tomorrow.”

“Fuck yes!” Max laughed, reaching over and slapping the human on the shoulder playfully.

Gryff slid his hand across the table, sneaking his fingers into the open box of pizza before he pulled one slice from the box, dragging it back across the table toward his mouth. His head was still on the table, and he let out a defeated groan before his lips wrapped around the hot slice of deliciousness.

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“Wakey, Wakey little slave boy!” Boomed that deep, familiar and rumbling voice.

It was filtering into Gryff’s bedroom from the main door, and he groaned loudly, slowly opening his eyes to see the large, purple tiger standing in the doorway. His face was beaming with excitement, and Gryff turned his head, burying himself back into his pillow.

“Go away.” He huffed into the fabric, his voice muffled, but Stephan still understood.

“Can’t do that. I’m waking you up for your first day of slave duty. Actually, you should be downstairs without me having to say anything at all, but it’s hard to find good slaves these days anyway. Come on! Max and I are hungry!” The tiger bellowed, smirking as he walked into the room and yanked off the human’s covers.

There was a moment of pause, and the tiger whistled, staring at Gryff’s bare backside.

“Sleep in the nude, do you?” He asked, laughing softly before he threw a small, femanine apron over Gryff’s naked form. “You can wear that to cook then. Don’t get any of your nastiness on it. It’s my mom’s.” He chuckled.

Slowly, Gryff reached behind himself, grasping the cotton fabric in one hand before he pulled it up to his view. It was a dainty, pink apron with white ruffles around all the edges and a tiny pocket on the front that read “Taste My Buns.” It faintly smelled of flour and pastry, and Gryff shook his head, throwing the apron back toward the large tiger.

“Nope.” He simply replied.

“Yes. A bet is a bet. Don’t be a whiny bitch or a sore loser.” Stephan growled, leaning over to smack the human on the ass with the full face of his paw.

The smack was hard enough to make the bed shake, and Gryff jumped up from his lying position, quickly sitting upright with his hands tucked under himself and holding onto his ass.

“OW!” He squealed, but Stephan only smirked and threw the apron back.

“I’ll give you ten minutes or you can walk home, today.” He replied, turning to leave the room.

Each step the tiger took seemed to rattle the floorboards, and Gryff sighed to himself, knowing that Stephan really would make him do it. He was a man of his word, and a bet's a bet.

“Fine…” The human grumbled, getting to his feet before he idly followed the larger male down to the kitchen.

As he walked, Gryff slid the fabric of the apron over his head before he slowly tied it around his waist. He was among friends and being naked really meant nothing to him, but the feeling of the cotton brushing against his groin forced a soft moan from his lips. It was a small, teasing feeling and combined with the open draft that brushed against his backside, it was more than pleasant. Gryff could feel himself becoming slightly aroused, and he cleared his throat, hoping each jolt as he walked down the stairs would hinder his growing erection.

Once they entered the kitchen, Gryff was immediately overwhelmed with the smell of fresh morning coffee. Max sat at the small kitchen counter, sipping from a large mug. His eyes slid up from the cup to land on the smaller human, and a smirk crossed the lynx’s face.

“Well, well. Looky here. Our slave is finally awake. It’s about time. I’m absolutely famished!” The lynx chuckled, biting his bottom lip.

Stephan and Max had been downstairs for at least an hour, discussing what they wanted to do with their newfound little pet, and honestly, they had come up with quite a few ways to keep the human occupied. Pointing toward the stove, Stephan smirked as he leaned over the counter, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

“Make us some breakfast, slave. We would like some eggs and pancakes.”

Both Max and Stephan sat at the kitchen counter, sipping their coffee and offering the human no help. They watched as he sauntered around the kitchen in his little apron, mixing batter and cracking eggs. Every so often, Gryff would bend forward, causing the apron to slide further away from his body below the waist. From there, it was easy to see he was slightly enjoying himself. A semi-hard cock rested between his legs, bobbing gently with each movement he made. It could have been the breeze, the slight bit of humiliation, or even just pure enjoyment from knowing he was being watched, but the darkened blush of Gryff’s cheeks gave him away.

“You know Gryff, Stephan and I were talking about you this morning and why you like to rag on us so much. We think it’s because you want to get our attention and rile us up. Are we right?” Max asked, his bobtail beginning to wiggle against the wooden bar stool below him.

“Why even ask? You know it’s true, Max. He fits the stereotype of a little bratty submissive perfectly. Also, can’t you smell what’s on him right now? He lost the bet and went upstairs to pleasure himself.” Stephan replied, licking a small drop of coffee from his lips with a deep chuckle rolling in his chest.

Gryff paused for a moment, his cheeks beginning to burn as he cleared his throat. His eyes widened from the comments, but he wasn’t sure he could deny them without his voice shaking or breaking an octave. That usually happened when he lied, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to say the truth out loud. Clearing his throat once more, he slowly dripped a spoonful of batter into his skillet and remained quiet..

Max leaned back on his stool, lifting his chin upward and slowly sniffing the air like an animal. He leaned forward, taking a few more sniffs over the bar before he laughed audibly.

“Damn Gryff! You didn’t even clean yourself up. You smell like a musky little rat! Did you climax to the thought of being a slave for us?” Max teased, smirking as he held out his mug. “Oooh slave boy! I need more coffee!”

Gryff leaned forward, trying to hide his blushing face behind the long strands of his darkened hair, but it wasn’t doing him much good.. He shyly reached for the mug before taking it from Max’s paw. Quickly, he reached for the full pot of coffee and poured the warm liquid for Max before handing it back.

“Ah, Ah, Ah!” Max said immediately, a glint of a mischievous smile spreading over his lips. “It’s a new pot, and I want you to taste it first. I only drink the best you know.”

Gryff seemed confused, but he did as he was told. He lifted the mug to his lips and took a slow sip before slowly holding it back out to the lynx.

“That’s not how you taste coffee. Lick at it like a cat. Lick it like a stinky, anthro feline.”

The lynx leaned back into the chair, and Stephan snorted from beside him. The fun had already begun, and Gryff slowly lifted his eyes in disbelief before considering the demand. Honestly, he didn’t really want to resist, but he didn’t want to seem overly eager either. The human pursed his lips, slowly pulling the mug back to himself before he extended his tongue. He gave the top of the warm, dark liquid a little lick before drawing his tongue back into his mouth, continuing the process three more times to satisfy the two anthros before him.

“You make a good little kitty.” Stephan purred, smirking as he reached out and patted the human on the head.

“Very...funny…” Gryff quietly retorted, still blushing deeply as he set the coffee mug onto the counter.

The two male anthros sat back on their stools, content with the submission they had already witnessed from the slave. They allowed him to cook as they sipped in silence, but Gryff could still feel their eyes on him, rolling over his skin and tracing over his form. That thought alone sent a pleasurable shiver over his spine, causing the hairs on his arms to stand on end.

Once the food was ready, Stephan and Max idly walked to the nearby dining room table, taking their seats before they signalled Gryff to bring the food over. Gryff quickly obliged, hearing his own stomach rumble and gurgle as the scent of pancakes filled his nose. With a waiter-like grace, Gryff placed one plate in front of the tiger and another in front of the lynx before he began to pull his own chair out from the table, only to find the chair wouldn’t budge.

“What the--” Gryff spoke, slowly leaning down to see Stephan had hooked his large footpaw behind the leg of the chair, keeping it in place.

“Slaves eat on the floor.” Stephan said, his voice unwavering and his demeanor unwavering.

“Are you serious?” Gryff asked in disbelief, putting one hand on his hip and the other holding his plate. It made his figure look even more femanine behind that cotton, pink apron, and it would have guaranteed him the nickname “Dinner Girl” in any other circumstance.

“Absolutely, slave. Why would you even question me?” Stephan replied, his ears turning at the slightest angle as he heard the world’s smallest whimper escape from Gryff’s lips. “You wouldn’t want us to have to punish you, would you? After all, a bet is a bet. Isn’t it?” He smirked, raising one eyebrow before he glanced toward Max.

Max seemed just as content with the command, a devious smirk on his lips as he took a bite of his breakfast. They both watched as the human paused for only a moment before slowly dropping to his knees on the floor. Reaching over, Max moved the chair in front of the human away from the table, leaving an open gap for the human to rest his plate.

To see how far this could go, Max held out his paw, flexing his fingers in a “give me” gesture next to Gryff’s face. “You don’t need silverware either. Slaves eat on all fours with their mouths, just like little pets.”

“T-This is ridiculous guys!” Gryff argued, feeling his heart begin to pound inside of his chest.

“Don’t play coy, musky boy.” Stephan replied, his voice washing over the human and causing goosebumps to rise on his skin. “Your body gives you away. So, you might as well do as you’re told.”

Glancing down, Gryff gasped loudly, feeling his cheeks begin to burn intensely as he realized these actions and commands had actually turned him on. He had been trying not to think about it, but his body had definitely betrayed him. His thick shaft was bobbing between his legs, causing the apron to tent and rise several inches from his skin. Now that he was aware of the feeling, he swallowed hard and gave his hips a small buck to feel the cotton gently roll over the sensitive head.

“B-But I--” Gryff started to argue, but Stephan quickly stopped him by clearing his throat.

“No more talking. Eat.” He demanded sternly, putting forth his best alpha male facade.

Gryff swallowed hard, fighting the urge to reach down and conceal his throbbing hardon with his hands since the apron did little to hide it. Of course, they’d already seen it. So, was there even a point in trying to conceal it now? Sighing softly, Gryff shifted on the floor, getting onto his hands and knees before he loomed over his plate. The bottom flap of the apron extended down to the floor, fully exposing his shaft as it pointed to the floorboards. The human was hesitant, feeling conflicted in his thoughts as he stared down at the plate. On one hand, he wanted to obey. The thought of obeying orders sent a shiver down his spine, causing his cock to bob back and forth. On the other hand, he desperately wanted to resist, at least to maintain a portion of his dignity.

While Gryff was lost in thought, Stephan took the opportunity to further his dominance. He lifted his footpaw from the floor, catching the human off guard as his pads firmly pushed against the back of his head. Stephan used his foot as a weight, adding pressure against the human’s head until Gryff could no longer resist easily. Before he could stop what was happening, Gryff’s face landed on his plate, squishing between the pancakes and eggs. A groan left the human’s lips, but the tiger never let off.

“Eat. We have things to do today.” Stephan said, smirking as he took a large bite of pancake.

The large tiger curled his toes against Gryff’s head, scratching his skin gently with his foot claws almost as if he was petting the smaller human. Gryff couldn’t pull himself free without making quite the mess, and honestly, he wasn’t sure he wanted to fight it at all. His hands trembled on the floor and his knees ached, but he did as he was told, taking small bites of his breakfast and teasingly pushing back against Stephan’s foot paws. The firm pressure against the back of Gryff’s head never faltered, forcing him to stay bent forward in submission.

Max sat back in his chair, licking the syrup from his lips before he leaned down, peering under the table at the human’s new position. He tilted his head, flicking his ears in curiosity before slowly getting up from the table. He stood silently for several minutes, watching as Gryff struggled to eat with his ass in the air and his mouth smashed to his plate. The human was making a mess, pushing his food over the edges of the plate like a little pig.

“He really seems to like this.” Max retorted.

Stephan nodded, slowly removing his foot from the back of Gryff’s head before he pushed off from the table. He straightened his boxers and licked the small flakes of food from his hand paws before he smirked down at Gryff.

“When you get finished eating, come into the living room. Max and I need....” He paused, tilting his head upward before placing his index finger on his chin. It made the tiger look like a much harrier and bulkier version of the thinker statue. “Footbaths. Our paws are disgusting and...what was it?” He asked, smirking as he began to walk out of the room with Max by his side. “Stinky. I think that’s what he said.”

Gryff’s eyes widened before he slowly sat up, leaning back to rest his ass on his heels. His eyes darted from one feline to the other before he swallowed, seeing this whole slave role was heading a different direction than he anticipated.

“I d-didn’t mean it! I swear!” He called out.

“Oh, he didn’t mean it, Stephan!” Max cheered, smirking before he turned to walk toward the living room. “That means he can make it up to us.”

Both the felines disappeared into the next room, chuckling with each other. Gryff could hear them shifting furniture, and he swallowed hard, feeling his heart begin to pound inside of his chest. His curious nature got the best of him, and as he got to his feet and hurried to the doorway, he could see that the two felines had shifted the living room furniture slightly. They had removed the main coffee table and pushed it to the far corner of the room before dragging both of the reclining chairs to face one another. The chairs were only separated by a few feet, and Gryff cleared his throat, feeling as if he was walking into an intervention when he saw both Stephan and Max perched in the recliners.

“Oh my god!” Gryff exclaimed, his eyes widening as he quickly looked down toward the floor to avert his eyes.

Somewhere in their journey from the kitchen to the living room, Stephan and Max had lost their clothing, leaving them both bare ass naked and perched in the soft, cushioned chairs. Stephan was sunken into the chair, his torso relaxed and his legs extended past the chair arms, allowing them to widen and air out his impressive sheath and balls. His paws rested on his stomach, and he smirked as he watched the human’s reaction. Max was perched back into the cushions, his back firmly pressed to the seat with one leg crossed over the other. His position was more conserved than the tiger, but it still did little to hide the plump sheath between his legs.

“You’ve seen us naked before. What’s your problem?” Max asked, smirking as he leaned his head over, resting his chin on top of his palm.

“J-Just caught me off guard.” Gryff replied, his face and neck now growing a darker shade of red.

“No sense in you being clothed when we’re not. Take off that silly apron, it makes you look like my mother.” Stephan laughed, lifting one hand before he pointed toward the floor. “You’re here for a footbath, right?” He asked, raising one eyebrow in question. He was surprised Gryff hadn’t tried to resist or fight, but it only furthered the tiger’s theory that Gryff had been begging for this type of attention the whole time. It certainly explained the bratty behavior.

“Isn’t that a little weird?” Gryff asked.

Max shrugged, laughing softly. “Only if you make it weird.”

That seemed logical to Gryff. Trying not to seem too eager, he reached behind himself, slowly pulling at the bow he had tied around his back. It came loose with a gentle tug, allowing him to pull the apron over his head and away from his bare frame. He took three steps forward, positioning himself directly between the two males before he submissively dropped to his knees. Either male feline could have reached out to touch Gryff if they wanted, showing just how close all three of them were, but for what felt like an eternity, everyone remained still.

Stephan cleared his throat expectantly, smirking down at the human as he gestured with his fingers once more to his large footpaws. Gryff slowly put his hands into his lap, feeling his heart begin to pound against his rib cage as he considered how far this was going. He didn’t want to resist, that much was obvious, but if he took the next step, he wasn’t sure what it would mean for their friendship. With the last bits of hesitancy fading, Gryff shifted himself on the floor, watching as Stephan fully extended his legs. It put the large tiger’s footpaws just below Gryff’s head, and the human let out a soft sigh as he tried to hide his excitement. He wanted it to seem as if he wasn’t enjoying himself.

“One foot bath...coming up.” Gryff whispered, keeping his tone annoyed even though his shaft was hardening and beginning to throb like a beacon.

“Guess I'll just rest up for the day until it’s my turn.” Max teased.

He could have easily extended the recliner and laid back in his chair for a nap, but he had other plans in mind. The lynx extended his feet, lifting them high in the air before flopping them down onto Gryff’s extended backside. They rested just above the human’s tailbone, one slightly crossed over the other.

“Much better!”

Gryff widened his stance to offer more support for his body, spreading his knees further apart. It certainly gave him a firm foundation, but the added free feeling of his groin only caused the throbbing sensations to intensify.

“F-Fuck…” He whispered under his breath. His breath was coming in short bursts as he tried to get ahold of himself and his erection.

“I’m really getting impatient here.” Stephan spoke, his voice booming down toward the smaller human with definite hints of irritation.

“Sorry, Sir…” Gryff replied quickly before he realized what he had said. Maybe he was letting this role go to his head.

Without another word, Gryff leaned the front half of his body downward, inching closer to those massive footpaws. Stephan had his heels resting on the floor, displaying the entire foot pad of his paw to the human before him. Honestly, he was impressed with Gryff, liking this new submissive side more than the little brat that had driven him insane the day before, and once Stephan felt that hot, slick tongue press against the arch of his paw, he let out a soft moan in delight. He relaxed, leaning back further into his chair before he closed his eyes, wanting to really appreciate the sensations of Gryff’s hot breath and slick tongue. Of course, a human’s tongue was simple, but Stephan was sure it would still get the job done.

“Every inch, slave.”

“Y-Yes Sir…”

Extending his tongue once more, Gryff lowered himself until he was in a full tripod position. His ass was in the air, offering support for Max’s feet while his head was against the soft carpet. Gryff’s tongue slowly brushed up against Stephan’s heel before he let out a soft whine and began to lift his head upward. His tongue never left the soft, smooth underside of Stephan’s pad, and he shivered softly in response to the taste that exploded over his tongue. It was a complex mix of Stephan’s natural musk, salt, and even something mysteriously sweet that confused and delighted him. Gryff traced the gentle curves of Stephan’s paws, sliding his tongue from the heel, over the arch, and up to the higher pads and toes before he pulled away and quickly returned for more. Each time, Gryff tried to take a different route, twirling his tongue and taking turns left and right as if he was pretending to drive.

“How long...do I have to do this?” Gryff asked, his chin already starting to moisten as he returned for his fourth stroke over Stephan’s impossibly large paw.

“Until I say otherwise.” Stephan replied with a smirk, idly switching his feet so that Gryff could taste something fresh. “Be sure to get the toes good on this one, okay?” He asked, watching as Gryff nodded in response.

It took all Gryff had not to audibly moan when he leaned into the second foot paw, gently rubbing his tongue over the underside of Stephan’s toes to glaze them with his thick, warm saliva. The toes seemed to be his favorite, and with each passing second, he could feel himself getting a bit more brave with the strokes of his tongue. He began to lick like an eager puppy, his cheeks blushing deeper than ever before. He paid special attention to each toe, licking the essence off completely before he leaned in closer, sliding his hot little prodding tongue between each digit until his tongue poked out on the other side. He gave his tongue a seductive twirl before pulling it back, quickly moving on to the next little slit he could lick and taste.

“He’s got a surprisingly nice ass.” Max chimed in, smirking as he shifted his feet enough to peer down at Gryff’s backside. “Plump little ball sack too.”

This was escalating further than Gryff had intended. He swallowed hard, never faltering in his quick, eager licks that were causing the tiger above him to purr. The human could feel his body temperature rising, and he swore his breath was beginning to leave his lips in hot little plumes like a dragon. Though he ignored Max’s comments, Gryff knew that wouldn’t be the end of his involvement, and sure enough, he let out a groan as Max shifted in his recliner and added pressure against Gryff’s lower back. The human almost peered back to see what the lynx was up to, but his questions were quickly answered as he felt Max’s long, strong fingers gently cup against the underside of his sac.

“H-Hey!” Gryff called out, slowly turning his head to look behind him before he felt Stephan’s moistened footpaw mash against his cheek.

Stephan pushed his foot against the human harder, making an indent in the side of Gryff’s face. “Oh, hush and get back to work. You know you love this attention. Otherwise, your cock wouldn’t be dripping all over my carpet.”

“It’s not…” Gryff whined, but he couldn’t stop himself from checking.

Reaching back between his legs, Gryff gently clutched the head of his cock, feeling more than embarrassed as he immediately felt a glob of slick pre-cum coating his palm. He was obviously enjoying himself more than he was letting on. The feeling of embarrassment was quickly overcome with a feeling of jealousy as he peered up at the tiger. Anthros were lucky. Their cocks could hide inside of their sheaths, allowing them a little more control over themselves than humans had the pleasure of experiencing. In Gryff’s eyes, it wasn’t fair that he couldn’t hide his arousal from them.

Max had leaned back into his chair, still admiring the human’s backside before he got an idea. Without so much as a warning, the mischievous lynx pulled one foot completely from Gryff’s backside and rested it on the carpet before the other slid over Gryff’s skin. His footpaw moved a few inches before the big toe gently pressed against Gryff’s ass, applying enough pressure to be known before pulling back and repeating. Max was teasing the little pucker, pressing in gently before pulling back for several seconds, and he watched as Gryff began to squirm and fidget on the floor.

“You guys are being so unfair…” Gryff complained, feeling slightly humiliated since he was the only person being teased and degraded.

“Slaves don’t get fair. They get what they get.” Stephan spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. He had never been one to beat around the bush or sugar coat his words. He wouldn’t start now.

“The man has a point.” Max said, smirking as he pulled his foot paws away from the human, leaving him wanting more.

Stephan sighed softly, feeling Gryff’s saliva beginning to drip and roll down his foot pads. The human had only stopped licking for a moment before quickly returning to his command without any prompting from the tiger. Stephan was impressed, watching the young human slowly twirl and flick his tongue along his massive paws. He let out a soft moan, watching as Gryff switched paws and eagerly began twirling his tongue between each individual toe. The tiger didn’t argue, simply relaxing into the cushions before he slowly pulled his paws away, dragging them back across the carpet to leave a trail of the human’s saliva behind.

“Seems that mouth can do more than just whine and bitch.” Stephan said with a snide chuckle. “Tell me, Gyrff. How did you like my stinky paws on your tongue? Be honest. I don’t need backsass.” He said, slowly leaning forward so that his form towered over the human.

“I...I still think they’re stinky, but…” The human froze for a moment, slowly leaning back to sit on his heels as if he was in a yoga class. His cock bobbed back and forth, tapping against his stomach before righting itself. “I really did...enjoy...cleaning them.” He admitted, clearing his throat as he looked down toward the carpet.

“I knew you would. I also think you’d have a lot of fun cleaning something else. What do you think?” Stephan asked, his intent obvious as one of his large, muscled arms shifted off of the recliner arm and into his lap. He brushed his thick fingers over the sheath between his legs, gently pulling back the fur to reveal the head of his pink shaft. “Your choice.” Stephan coaxed.

Biting his bottom lip, Gryff could feel his mouth begin to water. He wasn’t a virgin by any means. He had fooled around with others before, and secretly, he had always admired his friends, thinking they were handsome and wanting a chance to please them. This was truly his opportunity, and he felt he would be stupid to turn down such an offer.

“I-I think I would. I really would love to clean something else, Sir.” Gryff replied, his eager smile almost causing Stephan to laugh out loud.

“All yours then.”

Widening his legs further, Stephan sprawled himself out, exposing his groin and inner thighs to both of his curious friends. Gryff wiggled forward, practically crawling between Stephan's legs before he leaned in closely. He took a deep breath, inhaling Stephan's natural musk that clouded his thoughts and caused him to physically drool. Max shifted behind them, obviously feeling left out and forgotten.

"Max, I'm sure Gryff can give you a nice foot massage while his mouth is busy." Stephan purred, his mind racing with sensual and seductive ideas. He motioned his fingers toward a small stool at the edge of the room, and Max seemed to comprehend the shared idea.

With a deep "Oooh" of anticipation, Max quickly stood from his recliner and pushed the chair a few inches closer to Gryff for optimal positioning. He hurried to the corner and picked up the tiny, red decorative foot stool before returning with an eager skip in his step. The stool was placed directly under Gryff's hips, and the human bit his bottom lip as he angled his hips downward. He gently brushed the head of his cock along the smooth wooden finish, letting out a soft moan in delight from the rubbing sensation. The sensation sent a shiver over his entire form, and Gryff realized he'd been craving something to grind against for a while.

Max returned to his seat, leaning back against the cushions before he extended his feet, playfully pushing them one at a time between Gryff’s legs. Max’s toes brushed against the human’s plump sac, and Gryff let out a soft moan as he could feel Max’s foot sliding further against him, his sac riding up over the lynx’s feet. Once Max had both feet on the small stool, he angled them upward, keeping his heel against the soft wood and his toes pressed up against Gryff’s lower stomach. This left Gryff in an odd position, forcing him to keep his hips raised to keep his cock out of the way.

“Relax.” Max said, leaning forward slightly to pat Gryff on the ass. “You know where that eager little thing goes.”

Biting his bottom lip, Gryff relaxed his hips, slowly lowering himself into a more comfortable position. His shaft slid between both of Max’s feet, and Gryff could feel a sharp urge to begin thrusting. The edges of his shaft brushed against the inner arches of Max’s feet, and Gryff had to restrain himself from reaching down and simply beginning to hump at Max’s paws like a wild, feral dog.

“It’s not little…” Gryff whispered out, knowing he was being teased just as he had tried to tease them.

Both the felines chuckled, loving the fact that the submissive human was still trying to be defensive, even if he did submit to them rather easily at the first signs of pleasure. Still, the little show of defiance was absolutely adorable.

Stephan laid his head back onto the cushion of the chair, pushing his hips up and arching his back to allow anyone full access to his furred and muscled body. He was done with words, and he simply wanted to lean back and relax. The little human knew what to do, and it would be his choice to escalate the situation further. Closing his eyes, Stephan let out a soft sigh, slowly folding his hands over his chest. It wasn’t long before he felt Gryff’s hair gently brushing against his inner thighs and hot breath dancing over the exposed tip of his shaft. The attention was enough to rile the tiger further, allowing his thickened shaft to slide from its protective sheath. He could tell Gryff was still debating in his head, fighting the temptation to give in, but eventually, pleasure won the human over. Gryff eagerly leaned in further, positioning his hands so that they gently brushed against Stephan’s toes and the top of his feet before his plump lips wrapped around the tiger’s shaft head. The taste was even better than his paws, and Gryff shivered visibly, his eyes rolling back into his head as he gave a light suckle against the large beast in front of him. He could feel the tiger’s shaft growing gradually and sliding deeper into his throat, teasing the back of his tongue before Gryff dared to push deeper.

The soft sound of gagging filled the room as Gryff pushed himself a bit too far too fast. He had been too eager and hadn’t expected the tiger to be so thick, filling the majority of his throat and still demanding more. Adjusting himself, Gryff slowly slid back down, moaning loudly as the tiger began to stretch his throat and fill his drooling mouth.

“That’s it, good boy.” Stephan whispered, a deep and rumbling purr beginning to fill the room as he gave a light buck upward with his hips. He knew his shaft could be a little much, even for experienced boys like Gryff.

Max waited, allowing Gryff to become comfortable with Stephan’s cock before he began his own teasing. He pushed his foot paws together, smirking as they created a small opening for Gryff’s shaft to move back and forth through. Gryff shivered as he felt the new pressure around his shaft and gently began to buck his hips back and forth in a pumping rhythm. The sensations felt incredible as he made an effort to pull his hips back completely before slowly pushing forward again, ensuring the entire length of his shaft had a chance to grind against the soft, smooth pads of Max’s feet. Once he hilted against Max’s foot paws, the human would shudder in pleasure. Gryff’s tongue was now working the underside of Stephan’s shaft, coaxing him further and further between his lips until Gryff could feel his nose against Stephan’s stomach fur. He nuzzled closely, his eyes drooping in bliss as he began to suckle and drool against the tiger. His saliva made it easier to move as it dripped and oozed around his lips, coating the tiger’s sheath and groin with hot, slick lube.

Purring deeply, Stephan lifted his hand and slowly began brushing his thick fingers through Gryff’s hair. His nails scratched against the top of Gryff’s head, giving him a little pet before he began to apply pressure. The tiger smirked and gripped the back of the human’s head in one paw, firmly pushing him down until there wasn’t an inch of his shaft left to spare. Stephan curled his fingers, gripping a fist full of Gryff’s hair and holding it tightly until it looked as if he was wearing a ponytail. He then held the human still, shivering as he felt every inch of his thickness buried somewhere warm. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Gryff’s neck bulging, but the human didn’t seem to mind. His eyes were rolled back into his head, his face a saliva covered mess, and as Stephan began to buck upward, he could feel Gryff’s fingers grip against his toes.

Gryff began to squeal around Stephan’s shaft, moaning loudly with each buck into his face as Stephan used his friend’s mouth as a little fuck toy. He was being gentle, but he made sure to get deep, wanting nothing more than to shoot his thickened seed down the little brat’s throat. Wet, sloppy smacks began to fill the room. and Stephan moaned loudly, flexing his hips with each firm, demeaning thrust into the human’s mouth. Max shivered as he watched the scene unfold before him. He tightened his feet around Gryff’s shaft, loving the way the added pressure only seemed to make the human buck harder. Gryff shifted his hips and kept rhythm with the large tiger’s bucks, his own sac beginning to tighten against his body as he neared a hard, much needed climax.

“I think our little slave is about to cum from playing with our paws and getting his throat stuffed.” Max snickered, teasingly shifting his feet back and forth to rub and grind with Gryff’s movement.

“Is he now?” Stephan asked. A devious smirk crossed his face before he looked down toward the human, locking eyes with the smaller male and seeing the desire for pleasure covering Gryff’s face. “I don’t think this little pet deserves to climax yet. Let’s make him prove himself.”

“Ooh, good idea!” Max cheered, laughing as he pulled his foot paws away.

A loud whimper rang from Gryff’s lips, but he couldn’t pull off to argue. Stephan still had his cute little face mashed into his musky groin, and the tiger moaned softly. He sat forward and slowly lifted himself to stand. Gryff had no idea what was happening, but he could only shift with the tiger’s movements. Making sure Gryff was securely pushed down into place, Stephan towered over him, moaning softly as he gave an idle stretch. He lifted his other paw high above his head, stretching out his muscles as if he had just woken from a long nap. All the while, he kept Gryff firmly pushed onto his shaft, enjoying the idle gags as Gryff attempted to breath and suck around his cock. Gryff ws confused, and just as he began to try and pull himself off, Stephan used Gryff’s makeshift ponytail as leverage, bouncing the boy’s mouth on his thickened shaft with ease. Gryff could feel his throat stretch with each bounce back and forth, and he gagged hard, his eyes rolling back into his head and his own neglected shaft beginning to throb. It wasn’t long before the tiger growled out in bliss, pushing Gryff’s head as far onto his shaft as possible before he gave several rough, hard bucks against the human’s mouth. Gryff could feel his throat aching from the intrusion as his eyes watered, but his mind was quickly soothed as several thick, warm ropes gushed down his needy throat.

Gryff eagerly swallowed every drop, suckling against Stephan’s cock as if his cum was a real treat, and though his throat was sore, he would gladly go again if told to do so. Once Stephan released his iron grip, he pulled himself from the human’s throbbing mouth and quickly used Gryff’s cheeks as a towel to clean himself off. Gryff could feel himself practically humming, his body begging for release, but he had been left on the floor like a little play toy, the salty taste of his best friend still lingering on his tongue.

Gryff’s eyes bounced from one feline to the other, and Stephan smirked as he could see the confusion on the boy’s face. Max crossed his arms over his chest with a sigh, shaking his head as he looked down at Gryff as if he were a common little pup needing to be trained and housebroken.

“W-Why did we stop?” Gryff finally asked. The silence had been killing him.

“I think you should prove your obedience before we just start pleasuring you left and right. Only good pets deserve attention.” Stephan coaxed, and Max agreed.

“Okay…” Gryff said softly, pouty like a lost pup with his bottom lip perched out. “How can I prove it?”

Gryff seemed eager to oblige, and the two felines were even more eager to give out commands, wanting to see just how far the little human would go to please them.

“Well, I think we need some rules first.” Max started, smirking as he looked to Stephan for confirmation. Once the tiger nodded in response, the lynx continued his ideas. “First of all, he should have to call us masters or lords, something cool like that. Secondly, he has to follow orders. It doesn't matter what they are. That’s what being a slave means."

Stephan smirked, nodding in agreement with his fellow feline. “Following rules is extremely important. Do you think you can do that little slave? It would be in your best interest.”

Gryff was still on the floor, his knees starting to feel a bit sore from shuffling across the carpet so much. He nodded quickly in response, placing both of his hands onto his knees before he sat up properly. “Y-Yes Sir!”

“Uh, yes what?” Max asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Um...Yes Masters?” Gryff asked, hoping that was the answer that Max was looking for.

“Mmm I think he’s got it.” Max replied with a smirk, taking a few steps forward until he was standing directly next to the lowly human. “Lay flat on your back. Let’s see how far you want to go.”

With a deep blush on his face, Gryff did as he was told. He quickly laid back onto the floor and let out a soft moan as the soft carpet began brushing over his skin. He’d never just laid on the floor naked before, but he loved the sensation. His cock had softened enough to gently lay against his stomach, and he swallowed hard as he stared up at the towering lynx. He felt so small in comparison.

Max was typically very mischievous and sly, which didn’t change then as he teasingly placed his foot paw on top of Gryff’s chest. He pushed down, adding a bit of pressure to see if the human would protest, but Gryff remained still, only letting out a small grunt as his chest slightly compressed.

“Impressive.” Max teased, leaning more of his weight onto Gryff’s chest. “You must really want it.” He said with a smirk. “Tell me, do you like my foot paws on you?”

Gryff huffed, refusing to squirm as the lynx practically stood on his chest. Max was balancing on one foot, his reflexes keeping him from wobbling or falling over before he slowly angled his other foot paw. With a chuckle, he began rubbing his toes over Gryff’s lips, waiting for an answer from the submissive toy.

“Yes…” Gryff said, his voice a bit strained since his chest couldn’t rise and fall properly. “Yes, I do.”

“Give them a little suck then.” Max teased, prodding one of his toes against Gryff’s lips as he balanced himself.

Immediately opening his mouth, Gryff allowed Max’s big toe between his lips. He slowly reached up, taking either side of Max’s foot paw into his delicate hand and held it still. This allowed him to manipulate how far the toe slid between his lips, and the human leaned up further, letting out a strained moan as he began to suck against Max’s toes. Gryff allowed his tongue to gently stroke along the underside, teasing the soft pad with his slightly bumpy taste buds. The human tongue was nothing compared to an actual feline, barbed tongue, but Max still found it rather enjoyable. The lynx laid his head back, moaning softly into the air. Every minute or so, he would pull his foot back, telling Gryff it was time to shift toes. Gryff didn’t argue, eagerly brushing his lips over each one. He used his fingers to separate Max’s toes slightly and allowed himself to pay attention to one delicate toe at a time. Once he made it to the end of the row, the human extended his tongue, brushing it over the underside of each toe as if he were painting.

Max could feel himself becoming aroused, and he groaned softly, reaching down to gently stroke his growing shaft. Of course, he wasn’t as large as the tiger, but he was still above average length and thickness, giving anyone something pleasurable to work with. Gryff glanced up and watched as the white pointed tip emerged from Max’s sheath, and he let out a soft whimper as he realized he was still the smallest male there.

While Max's fingers wrapped around his own shaft, he purred deeply and lowered his wet foot paw, slowly wiping it across Gryff’s chest to get rid of the excess saliva before he switched feet. Finding his balance once more, Max extended his fresh footpaw toward the slave’s mouth, smirking as Gryff eagerly wrapped his lips around the first toe without so much as a command or direction. He seemed desperate to please, and Gryff would blame it on the pressure against his chest or the burning sensation that was beginning to swell inside his lungs, but they would all know the real truth.

Smirking slightly, Max could see the human’s face beginning to turn red from something other than blushing, and he gently stepped off, listening to the smaller male begin to gasp for full gulps of air. “I’ll give him credit. He didn’t complain.”

Glancing back over his shoulder, Max made eye contact with the tiger. Stephan had been patiently waiting his turn with his arms folded over his chest and a look of determination on his face. So far, he had been the only one to receive sexual gratification, and he laughed softly as his flaccid cock was still meatier than theirs at full erection.

“Get on all fours little Pet. I want to hear you beg.” Stephan commanded, standing with his legs spread shoulder length apart to seem more domineering.

Finally catching his breath, Gryff rolled onto his side before shifting to his hands and knees. He felt the world tilt for only a moment before he righted himself, willing the slight sense of dizziness to fade from his head and thoughts.

“Please!” Gryff started, clearing his throat as he realized how desperate and needy his first statement had been. “I mean... I really want to feel pleasure from the two biggest felines I know. I um...I’ve wanted it for quite a while now. Would you both please, please allow me to feel you?” He begged, folding his hands together in front of his chest in a begging gesture as he intertwined his fingers.

“Hmm...that’s funny. I didn’t know pets could speak. Did he just talk?” Stephan asked, raising one eyebrow as he glanced over toward Max beside him.

The lynx seemed to understand, and he smirked as he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I think he just spoke. Beg like a real pet, and bark like a needy bitch.”

Those words hit Gryff like a brick, and he could feel the blood in his face quickly drain toward his chest. He’d never been told to do something so demeaning before, and he froze for several moments. Despite his nervousness, his shaft throbbed wildly from the thoughts of being treated so lowly, and he could only whimper as his thoughts raced. He could say no, but to his absolute horror, he desperately wanted to obey. He stayed on all fours, leaning his head back as he began to bark, quietly at first until it didn’t seem to satisfy the two felines. He then increased his volume and frequency. “Woof! Woof! Bark! Bark!” Quickly followed by a needy howl.

Stephan nodded his head in approval, making a “hmph” sound escape his lips before he pointed toward the stairway. “Go ahead little slave. Go upstairs to my room. We’ll follow.”

Biting his bottom lip, Gryff began to rise from the floor, but he was quickly stopped as Stephan’s index finger appeared in his face, wagging back and forth like a dog’s tail. “Ah, Ah, Ah,” was all Griff heard, and he blushed deeply, slowly lowering himself back onto all fours before he turned and began to crawl toward the stairs. The new position was more than a little embarrassing. He could feel eyes wandering over his figure as he crawled, and he let out a soft whine.

The real humiliation would begin at the stairs, and Gryff knew that as soon as he glanced up the long, seemingly endless flight before him. He swallowed hard and began to climb. With each lift of his knees, he could feel his sac and throbbing shaft bobbing in the air, clear for the males below to see. His shaft began to sway from side to side with the rhythm of his hips, and his tight, puckered ass could feel a light breeze. He could hear Stephan and Max’s snickers and feel the sharp gaze of their eyes prodding against every part of his groin, ogling what Gryff had once considered private.

“He’s moving rather quickly.” Max laughed, beginning his climb up the stairs behind the much slower human.

After what felt like an eternity, Gryff finally felt his hands grip at the top stair. He was more than happy to be on flat ground again, quickening his pace until he crawled through the doorway of the master bedroom. The room itself was absolutely stunning with the entire opposite wall covered in full length panes of glass. Gryff could see the late afternoon sun filtering through to cast shadows across the floor, and a large canopy bed big enough to fit five people rested against the left wall. Other than a few dressers and a walk in closet, the room seemed relatively bare with only the essential decoration.

“Go bend over the foot of the bed, slave. I hope you know that’s a privilege, because pets aren’t allowed on the furniture in this house without permission.” Stephan teased, pushing past the smaller human who was still perched in the doorway.

Without wasting any time, Stephan gave another stretch and quickly fell onto the bed. He positioned himself in the center, resting his head back onto the pillows and extending his legs before he rested his hands behind his head. The pillows allowed him to prop himself up slightly, and he smirked as he watched Gryff get into position. The smaller human quickly crawled toward the bed before he stood and leaned himself over the soft mattress. He was sure to make himself centered, pushing his face directly against Stephan’s foot paws that were resting at the end of the bed before he felt something warm and fuzzy press against his backside.

Of course, it was Max, and Gryff let out a soft moan as he peered back over his shoulder. The lynx was standing directly behind him, their hips pressed together in a sensual fashion before the lynx began to grind his semi-hard shaft against the human’s tight, thick ass.

“You want my shaft inside you?” Max asked, tilting his head to the side in a curious fashion before he gave his hips a playful buck against Gryff’s backside. Although it didn’t cause any sort of penetration, Gryff let out a soft moan as his body bounced forward.

“Yes! Fill me please and let me finish for you, Master!” Gryff begged, his cheeks burning a deep red once more as he swallowed the remnants of his pride.

“Got any lube?” Max asked curiously, and Stephan nodded before reaching into the bedside table and tossing a small, clear bottle toward the lynx.

“I want a foot massage while you get your tail fucked, not with your hands though. I want you to massage my paws with your face.” Stephan said, an evil smirk crossing his lips. “That way, if you forget what you’re doing, Max can just fuck you harder.”

“Y-Yes Master.” Gryff said softly, biting his bottom lip as he leaned forward, trying to think of how he could give a massage with his face.

Behind him, Gryff could hear the light pop of a plastic lid, and he bit his bottom lip, letting out an eager little whine as he poked his hips back against the tall, muscled lynx. There was no point in trying to hide how much he wanted their attention anymore, and with a soft chuckle, the lynx reached forward and gave Gryff’s ass a firm smack.

“Hold your horses, little needy thing.” Max purred. “Unless you want me going in dry.”

“No Master.” Gryff moaned, leaning forward as he began to stroke his cheeks against the underside of Stephan’s foot paws.

Gryff had watched his cat rub against things this way many times, and since Stephan was a feline, Gryff thought he would appreciate the way it felt. Stephan seemed pleased, slowly leaning his head back onto his hands and closing his eyes as if he was simply at ease with himself. Max lathered his shaft with the slick, clear lube, making sure to cover every inch for comfort before he pressed the head of his shaft against Gryff’s tight ass. He watched as the little pucker flexed for him, and the lynx smirked, gently stroking the pointed head over the tiny hole to allow the lube to spread.

Once Max was satisfied with how wet the human looked, he angled himself and slowly began to prod the head of his cock against Gryff’s ass. The human was no virgin, but it still took a bit of effort to push inside, and Max let out a soft groan of pleasure as the head of his cock finally sank into Gryff’s warmth. Gryff responded with a gasp, arching his back and gently gripping the cool comforter between his fingers. The pleasure was instantly overwhelming, and Gryff moaned louder, pressing his cheek firmly against Stephan’s foot paw.

The sensation of stretching caused Gryff to drool, and his saliva slowly leaked from the side of his mouth as he eyes rolled back into his head. The small trail of saliva trickled down Stephan’s pad, and Gryff let out a pleasured moan as he could feel Max sinking deeper and deeper. The lynx was making sure to be slow, not wanting to hurt his new pet by being too eager, but the sensation of pushing himself inside of the smaller human caused a shiver to roll up his spine.

“F-Fuck, you’ve got a nice little ass, slave.” Max moaned, reaching forward to grip the human’s hips with his strong, clawed paws.

The tips of Max’s claws gently pricked against Gryff’s skin, reminding the human to stay still if he didn’t want to be cut. With a deep, rumbling moan, Max pushed himself until his shaft was completely buried inside the human. He glanced down, admiring the way the little pucker stretched and ached around his thickened shaft before he leaned forward and teasingly kissed the back of Gryff’s shoulder blade. Gryff drooled harder, his eyes glazing in bliss as he nuzzled his face against Stephan’s foot pads once more. In an attempt to follow Stephan’s commands, Gryff began massaging at the heel, grinding his soft cheek until he could feel pressure against his teeth before he nuzzled upward, working up to the tiger’s toes. With Stephan’s purrs acting as confirmation, Gryff continued the process on both foot paws, switching back and forth each time his cheeks reached Stephan’s toes.

“Not a very good multitasker.” Stephan laughed, enjoying the show from the comfort of his position before he waved his paw in the air. “Use that tongue of yours now, put some of that drool to use.”

Gryff simply shivered in response, not able to formulate words as his lips curled in moans of pleasure. He could feel Max beginning to pull himself back before sinking back inside. He was building a rhythm that started slow, rocking back and forth in circular motions before he built speed. It was obvious he knew what he was doing, and Gryff could only drool in pleasure, his own cock throbbing against the cool comforter that hung from the mattress. Each thrust from Max sent Gryff’s hips grinding into the soft covers, and he panted hard, knowing he was going to leave several streaks of pre-cum behind.

As his mind finally processed Stephan’s command, the small human began to lick over those lovely pads. The light and natural musk was back, adding to Gryffs pleasure as his tongue soaked up every flavor Stephan had to offer. Gryff twirled his tongue, dragging it in straight lines from heel to toe before he began drawing circles and even zig zags. Before long, Stephan’s pads were soaked in wetness, and Gryff’s saliva trickled down to the comforter below, soaking the soft blanket.

Panting harder, Max began to buck himself into the human, using his strength and speed to pleasure both of them. With each thrust, Gryff could feel his toes lifting to the tip as the lynx almost bounced him completely off the floor. Gryff’s ass tightened, throbbing against the large male, and Max growled loudly in bliss, his thickness pounding deep before pulling back out. Max watched with a deep moan as his thickness invaded the smaller human, forcing his little pucker to widen in a beautiful show. Honestly, it was Max’s new favorite view.

Gryff’s hot breath danced over Stephan’s paws, warming the saliva before Gryff seemed to lose all train of thought. His eyes rolled back into his head, and Gryff felt his face being bucked against Stephan’s feet, causing Stephan to chuckle to himself. The tiger felt as if he was about to get a pedicure with his feet being hot, soaked, and massaged. At the end of the bed, Max shivered harder and leaned forward over Gryff’s form before he teasingly nipped at the human’s skin. Felines typically liked to bite during sex, but Max was desperately trying not to hurt the human with a hard, rough mating bite. Instead, he nibbled against the human’s shoulder blade, panting hard and flexing his fingers around Gryff’s hips.

“F-Fuck… I’m already close.” Max moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head as he began to buck deep and hard.

Gyrff’s little ass seemed to have no problem taking the larger male, but it was still certainly tight, causing Max to pull and push his hips with a little more force than he would think necessary. However, the human only squealed in pleasure, his face twisting in bliss with his mouth hung open and his tongue out. He was close too, feeling his cock throbbing in front of him. The head was swollen, dripping pre-cum all over the white comforter in long, leaky streaks, but the human couldn’t control himself, and his moans increased in pitch the closer he got to an orgasm.

“P-Please master! Fill my needy hole!” Gryff begged, biting his bottom lip as his own eyes rolled back in absolute ecstasy.

He couldn’t keep himself from climaxing any longer. The young human squealed in pleasure, curling his toes against the floor and arching his back as he finished for the two felines. He could feel his eyes trying to cross as several full, thick ropes spurted from the tip of his cock. Max continued to ram his hips back and forth with enough force to rattle the bed, and Gryff huffed as his breath was taken away from him. With his large paws on the human’s back, Max pinned Gryff to the bed firmly, beginning to pound with all of his might in and out of the tiny, throbbing hole.

Gryff screamed in pleasure, his face buried in the blanket with Stephan’s foot paws resting on the back of his head. He could feel his hair becoming wet with his own saliva and his hips being smeared into his own climax on the comforter, coating his groin and lower abdomen. Without so much as a warning, Max buried himself into the human, rolling his head back toward threlaxed.ing and roaring in pleasure. He pushed as deeply as possible, hilting himself as several thickened ropes of his seed spilled into Gryff’s ass, filling his little hole to the brim with feline deliciousness.

“Ah! Take it all!” He moaned out, panting hard while he remained still. He kept the human pinned into place until his climax slowly faded, and once every drop had been spilled, Max let go of his grip on the human’s back and took a step backward. This allowed his cock to pull free before bobbing up and down in the air, still semi-hard after such an incredible climax. Max wiped his cock off on Gryff’s ass cheeks before he idly walked to the other side of the bed, quickly taking his place beside the tiger as both males relaxed.

“What a fucking mess.” Stephan said with a laugh, scooting over an inch to the right before he patted the mattress. “Get up here, slave. I think we can all sleep here from now on, don’t you think? We could all use a nap.”

Gryff nodded, slowly crawling up onto the bed before he snuggled between the two fuzzy felines. His body felt sore already, and after such a hard climax, he could sense a nap was in order.

“I think this is going to be a fun time.” Stephan said, smirking as he reached over and patted the human on the head. “Ugh…” He groaned, pulling his hand back to see the streaks of saliva that had been left on top of Gryff’s head. It made all of them laugh before Gryff bit his bottom lip, slowly laying his head back onto Stephan’s chest and listening to him purr. Poking his ass out, Gryff was sure to rub it against Max's hips before the feline shifted closer.

“I um… I think we’re past the week limit on this. You really think we could just go back to the way it used to be?” Gyrff asked, smirking as he glanced between the two felines. “I don’t think so.”

Max chuckled, laying back on the bed as he slowly closed his eyes. Stephan shrugged his shoulders with a smirk toward the human, knowing he was more than likely right about that.

“Guess you’re right, little slave. Think you can keep this up for a while?” He asked, purring deeply before he draped his arm over the smaller male. He pulled him in, almost cuddling with Gryff in a passionate fashion.

“Yes, Master!” Gryff squeaked excitingly, biting his bottom lip as he slowly laid back onto the bed, curling against both felines before he let out a soft sigh.

Honestly, Gryff couldn’t see himself ever wanting to go back. The life of a slave was proving to be better than Gryff had ever imagined before, and as he snuggled between the two purring beasts, he bit his bottom lip, praying there would be more to come.