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The Court of Khan 2

for Shadymissionary

by Draconicon

Bagheera had attended Shere Khan's court many times over the duration of the former Man-Cub's imprisonment there. The sight of Mowgli riding the tiger's great shaft lingered, and more than once, the panther had teased himself during the night to thoughts of what it would have felt like if he'd been the one getting ridden in such a way. Doubtless every vassal of the tiger had had the same thoughts, and had done the same over the last few weeks, but he doubted that they fought guilt the way that he did.

The feeling of pleasure during those moments had been intense enough to take him over the edge, but the black cat never entirely felt right about what he did. He always remembered their once-friendship, how it had felt to have the young man in the jungle all those years ago, and how it felt to see him captured and brought low now. He had done it out of loyalty to the tiger, something that he certainly didn't regret, but until these last few weeks, he had never thought of Mowgli with such...want.

Even now, his hand sticky with his own seed and mess, he couldn't stop thinking of that tight, furless ass and how it would feel pressed up against him, or how it would feel to push the human down and just use him the way that he had been trained by Shere Khan and Kaa. The panther's cock throbbed again and again, begging him to stroke himself off once more, to tease himself over the edge again, and it was only with great focus and willpower that he was able to drag his hand back from his cock.

No more...no more tonight...

The black cat leaned back against his bed, his arms folding behind his head as he looked up at the stars. What was happening to him? Why...

Why did he want the boy so much?

The next morning dawned faster than he would have liked, and he made the journey to the ancient temple. The Court of Khan was already in session, but for once, the boy was not put to use. There was no sign of him at first, but upon taking a second look, Bagheera spotted the young man in the coils of Kaa. The python had him fully wrapped up, and Mowgli's eyes were spiraling, spinning, shifting in the light of the snake's mental grip. He shivered, half-afraid that his own eyes would take on that color if he stared too long.

"Bagheera."

Shere Khan's voice pulled him from his thoughts, and he dragged his gaze up to the tiger that loomed over the rest of the animals of the jungle. The panther bowed.

"Sir."

"I have decided that you may take the human. He bores me."

"I...am sorry, sir," Bagheera said. "But why -"

"There may come a time when I am no longer bored, and the human may amuse me again. But until then, I do not wish him to clutter my court. You will take him and care for him, as you will. But he must earn his keep, and there, I will give you instructions."

"Yes, sire."

Bagheera lowered his head, already imagining what some of those instructions would be. He could only imagine what was going through the tiger's head, even as he looked out of the corner of his eye at Mowgli, and indirectly, at Kaa.

Those colors in the human's eyes were impossible to miss, and Bagheera, for all that he had felt some indecision once about bringing Mowgli here, felt some sense of...need. Even without seeing the rest of the human's body, his own cock twitched and spasmed beneath his loincloth, reminding him of the need that he had felt the night before and how much he wanted to take his pleasure again. The idea of putting Mowgli to use -

Rut him, fuck him, use him, enjoy him. He relies on you. He needs you. He will always need you.

He shook his head, feeling dizzy as he lifted his eyes to look at the great tiger once more. The lord of the jungle had said something.

"I apologize. I...my mind was wandering."

"I understand." Shere Khan nodded. "Your services are being rewarded, and you are...overwhelmed. Let me repeat myself...once."

The warning was as explicit as he was going to get, and Bagheera nodded as he looked the tiger in the eye. Shere Khan leaned back on his throne, his fingers tapping against each other as he spoke.

"You will keep the human as your belonging, and you will encourage him to make use of himself with the other inhabitants of the jungle. His body will belong to you until I call for you to give it to me once more, but you will make use of it with the others. The elephants, the wolves, all will be allowed to buy time with him, and you will ensure that he is ready for them."

"He is to be...a whore, then, sire?" Bagheera asked.

"Yes. Yours, but a whore, nonetheless."

That was not what he had expected when he brought the human to the court. He knew that Shere Khan would have many uses for the human - there was no way that the tiger wouldn't take some pleasure in having his sexual vengeance on the creatures that had bothered the borders of the jungle for so long - but the idea of him having his pleasure through humiliating the human this way was...new. The thought that he would make the panther be responsible for doing it, too, by fucking and pimping out the human to the other animals in the jungle left him with a bizarre and nearly overwhelming sense of guilt.

He glanced at Mowgli again, though, and that same feeling of utter hunger and need hit him with a sensation of overwhelming lust. Even as Bagheera stared at Mowgli's swirling eyes, he swore that he saw Kaa for a moment over the human's shoulder, those eyes just as powerful and shining as they had ever been. For that split second, he lost himself.

And then, it was done. He looked away, glancing up at the tiger. Shere Khan awaited his response, and his guilt, such as it was, was less. His shaft was doing half of his thinking for him, if not more, and he bowed his head in respect and acceptance.

"I understand, sire."

"What, then, do you understand?"

"I will take possession of the human and use him, reminding him of his place. He will be used to pleasure the needs of any of us, but until you call for him again, he will belong to me."

"Indeed. Kaa?"

The python uncoiled from the human, leaving him naked again. His cock hung low, though not harmed. It was dripping with a spent load from the past. One of the other creatures of the court stepped forward, holding out a fresh loincloth that would only cover the human's front and leave his rump exposed. As Mowgli stood there, obviously still in a daze, the wolf wrapped the loincloth around the young man, hiding his smaller, puny shaft from the rest of the court. There was no need for them to see that, after all, when the real prize was on the other end and so much more appealing to the eye.

"Bagheera."

Turning once more to the ruler of the jungle, Bagheera bowed his head as Shere Khan gestured him forward. He moved closer to the throne, bowing his head to listen.

"You will use him. Do not disappoint me."

"I won't, sire."

"Good...good. And for your training. Here."

The tiger lifted a collar and a leash from his side, both made from vines. It seemed almost too much, but before Bagheera could protest, the snake - no longer busy with Mowgli - appeared at the side of the throne. The court mage's eyes flickered, and he was once more pulled away from his fears.

He belongs to you...he has always belonged to you...You will use him...enjoy him...

Bagheera felt the coils of the serpent wrapping around his mind as they had formerly wrapped around Mowgli's body, but by the time that he realized the danger, the moment to fight back had passed. He slipped into oblivion, molded by Kaa's commands to be something different than he was.

They left the temple together, Bagheera conscious and Mowgli slowly becoming so. The young man walked without fear or hesitation, without shame and without any sign of embarrassment from his nude state. If anything, he seemed more than willing to flaunt his body for the sake of his own pleasure and that of the panther. Bagheera smiled despite himself, feeling none of the shame that he had felt that morning. For that matter, he wondered why he had felt shame that morning at all, and why he had ever hesitated to embrace his lust for the young human. He was made for this, after all, and his body showed it.

As he reached out and grabbed the human's exposed ass cheeks, Mowgli moaned. The young man looked back at him, smiling.

"Finally showing me what you want, Bagheera?" he asked.

"And you are finally awake," the cat said, ignoring the question. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel great!"

"I would hope so, after being in trance for so long."

"I wasn't in trance."

"Were you not?" He smiled indulgently. "And how long do you think you were dancing and serving Shere Khan, hmm?"

"Um..."

"Exactly."

There was something intriguing and enticing about Mowgli's ass, how it was both plush and firm at the same time, how it filled his hand and demanded his attention. His own loincloth rose steadily as they walked down the jungle path towards the panther's home, and he groaned as he realized just how much he wanted to pull that ass to him, to spread it and fill it with his seed.

Telling himself that there would be plenty of time for that soon enough, he brought his other hand to the vine-leash wrapped around Mowgli's neck, pulling him to stand a little closer, a little nearer to the panther. The human didn't protest, but he did grin, looking over his shoulder.

"Mmm, I think I can take you now."

"You do, do you?"

"I took Shere Khan. I can take you. I can take anyone in the jungle."

"You'll get the chance to prove that soon enough, Mowgli. I don't plan to go easy on you."

"Mmm, don't. I want it all. I want everything. I don't think I could settle for just one."

"Except for Shere Khan's."

"Except for Shere Khan's."

It was an odd thing to say, and Bagheera knew it, but there was no questioning it. There was little that could compare to what the tiger offered, what he could do to someone, and there was little point in trying. He ruled the jungle; everyone else just lived in it, and they did what he said or they were made into something else. Kaa was wonderful for maintaining that kind of order.

He pulled Mowgli closer still, and they stopped walking for a moment. The feeling of the human's flesh against his chest and thighs, of his fur against the human's back and rump, was nearly enough to make him give up on waiting until they were home and rutting the human right then and there, but he managed to hold out. Instead, he rested his hands where they would have to sit when they fucked, and he growled under his breath.

"I'm going to have to mark you...paw prints here...right here," he whispered, his claws pricking gently at Mowgli's hips and drawing a moan from the young man. "Just to show you where you belong, to let everyone see what you have become."

"Mmmmph..."

"And then spirals...here..."

He brought his hands up, cupping the human's chest for a moment, running his fingers over the flat, if muscled, flesh. He growled in Mowgli's ear, and the human leaned back against him with his lower half while arching his back and thrusting his chest forward. There was no hesitation, no shame, only need as he ground back and forth, pushing that lovely rump against the panther's bulge. Bagheera moaned under his breath, leaning forward, whispering in Mowgli's ears.

"Tell me...how did it feel?"

"Mmph...what...how did what feel?"

"Being entranced...completely lost..."

"I...mmph..."

"Tell me..."

"It was...good," Mowgli said, and the human's hips pushed back, grinding down, spreading slightly to allow the barely-covered bulge of the feline's cock to slide between them. "No need to think. Peace...emptiness...happiness. I heard what I had to do, and as soon as I did it, I felt good. It made me want to do things...and I liked it...loved it..."

"You'll love this even more."

Resisting the urge to just rut the human right then and there, he pulled the leash taut and dragged Mowgli along. The human flashed him a flirtatious glance, but once more, the black cat ignored it. They had something else to do, and they were going to do it at his place. They had so much to catch up on.

They arrived at the cave beneath the tree without celebration and walked in without a word. It took everything that Bagheera had not to throw Mowgli to the ground, and as soon as the human was on all fours, his ass was in the air, showing off just how stretched and used and trained it had become under the ownership of Shere Khan. Mowgli looked over his shoulders, smiling almost teasingly.

"You're not going to keep me waiting, are you?"

"I don't think that you could wait any longer."

"Show me why I have to settle for you, Bagheera. Show me why I shouldn't just go and find someone else to use me, heh."

Another warrior might have let his pride lead the way. Bagheera only smiled, pushing his loincloth to the side. His cock, jet black and throbbing hard, might not have had the sheer size of Shere Khan, but it was not far from it. He knelt behind the human, then laid over him, his greater size slowly bearing Mowgli to the ground, pinning him against the furs and stones and dirt. There was a grunt under him, some squirming, but he grabbed the human by the wrists, pulling his hands forward until he was flat against the ground. Head down, chest down, ass-up.

And that was only going to be up for so long. He slid his cock forward, riding the lines of the human's thighs until he found the space between the cheeks. His cock throbbed, oozing, dripping, and he slowly pushed it right against that heated pucker. For all of Mowgli's cockiness, he gasped readily enough, his body trembling beneath the panther in anticipation.

"Take it."

He didn't need to say anything more as he buried his cock past Mowgli's cheeks. The human's cockiness evaporated as the panther's cock slipped past that rim. Oh, it clenched on him, but he could feel that it had been trained well under Shere Khan's relentless use at the court. The constant fucking, the regular riding, and the ever-present eagerness of the human to be filled had loosened him to the point that the panther was able to just slide right in. He felt at home there, that hole welcoming him, showing him how good it felt to be fucking a human.

Fucking this human, fucking this slut that he had always -

Always?

Always had such a fascination with was good. This was right. This was what he had earned over his life looking after Mowgli. He growled, raising his hips and slamming down again, feeling the cheeks depressing against his hips, feeling that tight pucker squeezing down around his shaft as he went deeper and deeper. The inner walls caressed the head of his shaft, squeezing around it, too, guiding him deeper.

There was nothing but moans of pleasure from the human beneath him, nothing but soft plop-squelch sounds as the panther rammed in again and again. Each time, he felt that pucker pull him in a bit further, showing how much the human needed to be filled, how much he craved to be used. It was perfect, and it made him want to do it all the more.

In, out, in, out, each thrust as regular and deep as he could manage, his cock going right up to the balls every time. The feeling of sliding in, of slapping his hips against that ass, only left him growling with greater need. His sac was already pulling up, eager to unleash his load, but he had greater control than most males. He could last for a while, take his time, and enjoy himself.

For a while.

That hole squeezed tight as Mowgli went over the edge, staining his loincloth, anointing the panther's home with his seed to show that he was a new belonging, but that didn't stop Bagheera. That tightness only enticed him, and he fucked harder, faster, ramming the boy into the ground. Each thrust left them sliding through the earth, pushing forward until they hooked against something firmer, something that was locked in place. In, out, in, out, the squelching sound of sex getting louder with each passing second.

"Ugh...grrr..."

He felt like he was almost going feral, his utter need to dominate and rut that hole driving him mad. He had never, ever felt like this with a partner before, but then again, Mowgli was something different. Mowgli was more than just another hole to fuck, he was -

My whore. My slut. My thing.

No matter what kind of friends they had been, no matter how much he still felt for the young man, there was no denying that there had been a major shift in their relationship, and it was time for them to move on and be something more. He growled as he forced himself forward, feeling Mowgli arching his back, feeling that pucker squeeze down on him and milk him again -

And then, he finally went over the edge. With a roar, he came, and he came hard, squirting his seed deep down that hole, feeling it pulling more from him each time he throbbed, each time he clenched. He moaned out loud, thrusting his hips again and again, panting hard as he felt the urge to just fuck slowly fading away. The rutting need drifted from him as his cock was surrounded in its own seed, and he panted over the human's collarbone from behind.

Mowgli groaned under him, slowly turning to look back. The human smiled.

"Mmmph...that was great..."

"But not as good as him."

"...Close second."

"Good enough."

"Do I get -"

"More later. Sleep now."

"Yeah...yeah, good idea..."

The End

Summary: Mowgli's time in Shere Khan's court comes to an end as Bagheera is given ownership of him, but perhaps not everything is as free-willed as they think.

Tags: M/M, Anthro Jungle Book, Mowgli, Bagheera, Shere Khan, Kaa, Hypnosis, Human/Anthro, Anal, Groping, Nudity, Jungle, Orgasm, Cum, Teasing, Domination, Whore, Prostitution, Potential Series,