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[b][u][center]Crushing on the Panthers (New)

Part 3

For Silzek

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

“Put those boxes in Daniel's closet, and the couch over there."

Daniel stayed out of the way as Benjamin Sr. directed the hired movers, making sure that he leaned against the wall and didn't think too hard about what was going where. When it came down to it, he and Benjamin Jr. – his new roommate – would be able to move them around later if they weren't keen on where it was going. Whether the other panther would be willing or not was another question, but for now, he was going to keep quiet.

It was hard not to stare at the tall, thick-shouldered feline. Despite wearing a fancy suit that made it look like he'd be more at home in some financial office or a legal courtroom, the black-furred feline directed the moving men with all the authority and practice of a foreman on a construction yard. Everything he said came out with all the authority of an unquestioned master of all he surveyed.

It made it all the harder not to look down at his bare paws and get ideas.

Shaking his head, Daniel glanced out of the corner of his eye at Ben Jr. His new 'owner' – and that was the word that both the older and younger generation preferred for their little secret arrangement – was just coming in from outside and joined him at the wall. They shared a look that said the same thing.

[i]Wait for the old man to leave.[/i]

Five minutes later, the last of the boxes were off the moving truck. The moving men got their pay from the older panther and filed out of the college dorm, and the older feline turned his attention to Daniel. As soon as he was under the eye of the older man, he bowed his head, fighting the urge to go to his knees right then and there.

“This is my gift to my son," Benjamin Sr. said. “And I trust that you will make sure that he benefits properly from the space that you'll be sharing."

“Yes, sir."

“And you will ensure that he gets the proper attention and lavish devotion that he is due as the superior species."

“Yes, sir."

“And son?"

“Yes, dad?" Benjamin Jr. asked.

“Do not treat him too lightly. The last thing that humans need is mercy; they need to learn where they belong so we don't have to do this in secret. His mother will learn her place, to an extent, as we live together. Make sure that Daniel does the same."

“Yes, dad."

The stern older feline nodded, looming over both of them with one last look before stepping through the door. The silence lingered for a moment or two before Ben walked over and shut the door. He came within inches of slamming it shut, and only stopped himself at the last second from going too far. He did, however, lean on the door afterward and grumble under his breath.

“Man, he takes that way too seriously," he muttered under his breath. “Fucking hell."

“I'm assuming I put the collar on?" Daniel asked, pulling the black-leather band from his coat pocket. “I kept it off around the moving people, but –"

“Yeah, yeah, put it on. You're wearing that around me, anyway, and dad would go nuts if you didn't have something on that showed you were the 'lesser' one."

It was always an interesting balancing act between the two Benjamins, as far as Daniel was concerned. The older one took the relationship between him and the younger very seriously, to the point of writing up a contract of what was owed and what was to be done between them. At the same time, the patriarch panther was more than willing to put his money where his mouth was, and seemed to take the idea of a human inferior – and the responsibilities that went with that – quite seriously, including how to take care of him and his needs.

Junior, on the other hand, was far more emotionally available, and wasn't so much of a pusher of the 'anthro supremacy' idea. Oh, he believed it to some extent, and there was clearly some arrogance with him compared to what Daniel had experienced with other humans, but it wasn't so deeply entrenched as it was with the patriarch. That said, he didn't the money that his lawyer father did, and they were both making compromises to make sure that they got what they needed from the head of the family. Particularly if they wanted to stay together.

Which Daniel most definitely did.

Sliding the collar on, he pulled it tight until it clicked. The D-ring at the front didn't have a tag anymore – it had been mutually decided that a tag at college was not the best idea, just in case someone else found it – but it was still quite the experience to wear something like that. Every fantasy that he'd had before his mother had married into the family of panthers paled in comparison to the reality, and he honestly wouldn't have changed…

Well, he would have changed one thing. He would have changed the contract that Benjamin Sr. made him sign, but that was it.

“Come on," Ben said.

“Huh?"

“Come on. I want to check out the bedroom and see how the bed feels. With you in it."

“Right. Coming."

The dorm was smaller than the house they'd left behind, but fairly comfortable for all that. There was only one bedroom, but it was big enough for a queen-sized bed and a pair of dressers, as well as a computer desk and a few other smaller pieces of furniture. Nothing big or elaborate, but enough for him to feel comfortable and know that there was everything that he needed for coursework.

Of course, there was one thing that had to happen first. Ben sat down at the foot of the bed, scooting back until his paws just barely hung over the edge of the bed. The black-furred digits and dark-padded undersides flexed at him as the feline curled his toes, making them dance before his eyes.

“You know where you belong, heh," Ben said. “Get down and show me that you remember your place."

“Heh…starting early, are we?" he asked, kneeling down. “Needing me to remember already, 'owner'?"

“Don't let my dad hear you sassing me like that. He'll put the claws to use."

“Yeah…don't remind me…"

The little pinpricks in the sides of his skull had been evidence enough of that. Benjamin Sr. was not afraid to put his toe-claws to use if he felt that someone wasn't paying sufficient attention or respect to him, and on the one occasion that he had been at the feet of the larger panther, he had been given the benefit of the lesson. Nothing near enough to draw blood, but more than enough to engrave the lesson on his mind. If he wanted to keep himself in one piece and on the good side of the panther family, then he needed to make sure that he showed them the proper respect at all times.

He reached out for the other male's paws, rubbing the toes gently before turning his focus to the left one. Lifting it from beneath, he brought the toes to his mouth and kissed in a line down the digits, giving each one a soft kiss before moving on to the next. One after another, each claw getting its attention as well.

Of course, it didn't take long for Ben to start relaxing. He folded his hands behind his head, sighing and closing his eyes.

“Mmm, this semester's going to be much better."

“Yeah, I bet, sir," he said.

“Oh, you think that you're going to have time to do this every night?"

“Something tells me I'm going to have to make time."

“Heh, that something's right."

He nodded, keeping his head down as he pressed his lips to the big toe once more. The digits curled once more, half-pushing against his lips in a tease, half-demanding entrance. He allowed his lips to slide open, pulling the big toe in, and the claw inside pressed ever so teasingly and threateningly against his tongue. Daniel froze, not daring to move as the panther slowly pushed his foot forward. That soft, furred toe stroked along his tongue, coming as close as it could get to actually threatening him with the sharp point, before slowly pulling back.

“Mmm, you're getting better at that."

“Mmmph…"

“Getting hard?"

“Mmmph…m-maybe."

“Heh, that's what I thought. Now, come on. Keep licking."

It was always so surprising to him how clean the panther's feet always were. They had this softness to them, a warmth and smoothness that he enjoyed pressing his face into, but more than that, they were never dirty. They never had the filth that it felt like they should have for being bare all the time. Oh, sure, there was a faint hint of sweat sometimes, but –

“Mmmph…"

He moaned as he dragged his tongue between the big and second toe, tracing a line against each little thing before moving into the valley between them. A little more sweat there, just a bit, but not enough to be bad-tasting or foul. The felines kept their paws surprisingly clean, almost like they were proud of that.

Maybe they were. There were weirder things to happen with anthros, and a fascination with clean paws was hardly the weirdest thing that he had heard of. Perhaps they just loved that.

He dragged his tongue back and forth, pulling it from the central pad of the paw to the toes, and then between them, all the way to the open gap at the top, before going back down and doing it again. One lick, two, three, each one long and firm, taking his time to get from one end of the paw to the other. He could hear the soft grunts of satisfaction further up the bed, and he knew that his new owner/boyfriend was enjoying the pleasure that he was getting. Daniel smiled between licks, slowly dragging his head to the big toe and pulling it past his lips once more. He dragged his head down, bobbing toward the base, and sucked gently.

“Mmmph…fuck, I love seeing you this eager," Ben said.

“Mmm…"

“Looks really hot from up here. Seeing a human like you in your proper place."

“Mmph…"

“Go on…keep sucking my toes, paw-lover."

That name had become almost like a title for him. It tingled down his spine every time that Ben called him that. Paw-lover. What a bitchy sort of name, but it was still hot, hot enough to keep him hard and throbbing. He bobbed his head up and down, spinning his tongue from side to side and slathering that soft-furred toe with attention. He could feel it clenching against him, never quite bringing that claw to bear, but always with that faint hint of a threat that it might come down on his tongue.

It was always a threat, though, never a promise. And it was always hotter than he expected.

He danced his head down from the big toe to the second, then the third. By the time that he reached the last one, Ben had his cock out, stroking it hard and fast. Much as he would have liked to do the same, however, Daniel knew better than to pull it out without permission these days. He learned what had happened the last time. Better to keep his head down and keep sucking until –

“Mmmph…fuck…"

“Heh…am I getting better, owner?"

“Much…holy shit, much."

“You want me to –"

“What's the time?"

“Uh…"

He pulled his phone out of his pocket. A little tap of a button –

“Eight-thirty."

“Shit. That's getting a little late," the panther said, shaking his head. “Class starts early tomorrow, and I ain't missing anything. Not with dad footing the bill for everything right now."

“Come on, we were just getting to the good stuff."

“Hey, I don't like going to bed with blue balls any more than you do, but I ain't losing everything just because I got a little horny. We can keep going tomorrow."

“…"

“Unless you want to argue?"

“…No," Daniel sighed. “No, that's just…dick brain getting loud. Sorry."

“Heh, come here."

He climbed into bed, and as per usual, he was dragged against the panther's chest. He was the little spoon and the feline was the big one, and that big, fat dick was pressed right against his ass as the big cat pulled the blankets over the pair of them.

“We'll unpack after class tomorrow. For now…let's get some sleep."

“Alright, alright. Mmmph…"

“And if you're good, I'll give you a treat tomorrow."

“Mmph…Fine. Fine."

#

He was 'good,' inasmuch as he made sure that the panther went off to class with a full belly and a happy start to the day. A little more paw worship, a bit of home cooking for the start of the day, and a little bit of extra attention and praise for his owner had gone a long way. After that, though, it was an effort and a half to keep his hand out of his pants and his cock stuffed in place.

He didn't have anything to do for the morning, so he spent that time cleaning the dorm as much as he could. Dishes went in the dishwasher, some of Ben's stuff was unpacked and put away, and he got the laundry ready for the first run later in the week. It was simple enough to do, but it was also boring, particularly compared to what he could have been doing if they didn't have a school day.

The one positive was Benjamin Sr. didn't seem to have any need to call him, which was good for his nerves. He honestly didn't know if he would be able to take that from the older panther, particularly after all the standards that the older man wanted kept.

When two PM rolled around, he made his way to the cafeteria. The main lunch-time rush had already passed, and the few students that were making use of the food were scattered all about the white-walled room. They didn't pay attention to him as he walked in, despite him being the only visible human, and he returned the favor by doing nothing to get their attention.

Of course, it didn't take long to spot Ben, and he waved at the panther from across the room. His owner waved back, gesturing for him to come over, and – once Daniel had gotten a good lunch for himself – he did.

As soon as he set the tray on the table, however, he felt the clawed toes of the panther teasing at the thighs of his pants. He paused, looking up from his pizza and fries at the other male.

“What –"

“Unzip your pants."

“…What?" he whispered, his eyes going wide and his cheeks burning red. “What did you say?"

“Unzip your pants and whip it out."

“Here?!"

“Heh, only if you want to get off today. I told you, this is a treat. But if you don't want it, you can go without for another few days."

“You…I…"

“Do you want it…or not?" Ben said, leaning his head on his hand, looking as casual as one could imagine. “Limited time offer, man."

Of all the 'treats' that he had imagined that the panther might have in mind, this was the furthest from. Oh, sure, a pawjob was a great idea, but the very idea of pulling it out in public was something that he wasn't sure that he could actually follow through with. The very real possibility of someone walking over and seeing his dick hanging out under the table, or getting the idea of what they were doing by seeing the black-furred legs pushed against his crotch, could get them thrown out of school.

And if he was responsible for Ben getting kicked out of school, then Benjamin Sr. would have some serious words for him.

At the same time…

“Tick, tock," the panther said.

“Nnngh…fine, but…but I don't have to –"

“All you have to do is sit there."

“Okay…okay…"

Glancing side to side, he reached under the table and unbuttoned and unzipped himself. Tugging his underwear down, he pulled everything just below his balls and pulled his hands back up over the table. In total, it had barely taken a handful of seconds, and he was already stiffening, hardening to touch the bottom of the table –

“Ah…"

Only to gasp as plump toes and soft pads pressed against his shaft from either side. He bit his lips as he felt the pleasure already growing, his moans threatening to get dangerously loud as he grabbed the sides of the table.

“Why don't you keep eating?" Ben said, chuckling. “Might keep you from looking quite so obvious."

“Mmmph…you tease…"

“You know you love it, human."

He groaned, nodding as he reached for the fries. No way was he going to trust himself with the pizza right then. That'd fall right out of his hands, and then he'd have to lean down and get it or something. That'd expose him, and –

He huffed, barely resisting thumping the table as those large, powerful paws stroked him from either side, dragging up one side of his dick and down the other. Stroke, stroke, stroke they went, keeping his shaft trapped in the little bend between the top of the ball of the foot and the first joint above that.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Stroke.

The mix of soft flesh and the warmth of the well-groomed fur only made it worse, making him focus on the pure pleasure of getting stroked and teased and tugged down there, his cock bobbing and spitting pre-cum against the digits. He already knew that he was going to have to pull quite the cleaning job later, and – fuck, that only made it hotter, thinking about what he'd have to do to placate his 'owner.'

Stroke.

Tease.

Stroke.

Curl.

The toes curling over the head of his cock, the shift of the paw positions, only made the next little bit that much better. The head of his cock slid between the first and second toes of the panther's left paw, getting teased and almost tickled by the soft fur as the toes made their way down his shaft. He barely managed to get the fries to his mouth, and he almost gagged on them as he forced himself to swallow as he got the best pawjob of his life.

“Enjoying yourself, human?" Ben asked.

“Mmm-hmm…"

“Enjoying where you belong?"

“Mmm-hmm!"

“Oh, sounds like you're getting a little desperate there…"

The toes curled tightly, pulling on his cock and pushing it back against his belly. He barely resisted showing it on his face; his cheeks burned, and he hurriedly covered the slice of pizza and the fries with some crushed red peppers from the shakers on the table. It was spicier than he liked, but at least it covered the blush, making it a bit less obvious. He could control his words and his expressions, but he couldn't control that.

Stroke.

Tug.

Stroke.

Tug.

The toes fanned out going down, then pulled tight on the way up, dragging on his cock and making him feel every last inch of them as they worked toward the tip. The whimpers that wanted to escape his throat were louder and louder, and he barely managed to drown them out by throwing food down his throat.

Stroke and tug, stroke and tug, all while the other paw was pressing against his balls, rubbing them, rolling them around with little dancing movements. Daniel was barely holding back from humping against them, shaking his head repeatedly as he downed the food faster and faster to try and distract himself.

And the whole time, Ben was looking at him all too knowingly. The panther leaned in as he kept his feet dancing.

“This is what good humans get, you know. You all belong under our paws, according to my dad, but me? I think that there's a little difference. There's the good humans, like you, and the bad ones like all the others that might stare and judge. So, do you want to be a good human for me, or a bad one?"

“Mmmph…if it gets me your paws like this…a good one…"

“That's what I want to hear."

The other paw came back up, and both started stroking him again. No more teasing; they were pumping away, trying to force him over the edge, and [i]god[/i] they were going to do it sooner than later.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Stroke.

He scooted forward, giving them a little more room to work. His eyes were rolling back and his mouth hung open against his will. He was so close now, so very close, and he could feel that it was just about to happen.

Up, down, up –

“Mmmph!"

Daniel covered his mouth as he felt it happen, his balls jumping and his cock doing the same. He came, and he came hard, shooting his load. The panther yanked his paws back, keeping them out of the splash zone, and Daniel knew that he was painting the underside of the table with his load at that moment. It was so embarrassing, but at the same time, it was so fucking hot. He couldn't stop, wouldn't stop, not until his cock stopped squirting on its own.

As it started oozing rather than spurting, he scooted forward again, pulling his underwear up and re-zipping his pants. As best he could tell, nobody had noticed that anything had happened, but the very fact that he had indulged in something that risky still sent shivers down his spine.

“Feel better?" Ben asked.

“God, are you going to do that every time?" he muttered.

“Heh, not every time. I'm not stupid. But I'm not going to lie; seeing you make those faces as you got off…oof. That was something else."

“What do you mean?"

“Just nice seeing a human lose himself that way. You always act so controlled; you were anything but just now."

“…I don't know what to say to that."

“Maybe say nothing."

He nodded, shifting slightly to the side to avoid the splatter that was going to come down any second from the mess that he'd left behind. Now that he'd cum, sanity was slowly reasserting itself, and he knew that it was going to be a while before he could stop blushing. He had just…and he hadn't been…

Holy fuck, that was so intense.

“I'm going to head to my next class," Ben said, getting to his feet. “And you…you better do the same, heh. When you're done."

“…Yeah…"

“And when we get back to the dorm, make sure that you get there first. And wait for me…properly."

There was no questioning what Ben meant about that. That bulge in his pants had made it very clear that he was nearly as wound-up as Daniel had been, and if there'd been any doubt in his mind that the other male had been enjoying giving the footjob as much as Daniel had enjoyed getting it, it was gone now.

Shaking his head, the human waited until his erection had gone down and he no longer had a bulge of his own before getting to his feet. There was a class waiting – history, he remembered – and he hoped that he had the focus to actually do anything there. He was honestly unsure that he had anything of the sort, but he'd have to try.

#

Back at the dorm, he did as he was told. Naked save for his collar, he waited in the living room of the dorm on his knees, his legs spread just enough to show the beginnings of another erection as he waited for Ben to get home. It was the first time that he had bothered trying something like this, and he just hoped that he was understanding the order that the panther had given him properly. The very idea of waiting for anyone like this was rather embarrassing, but at the same time…

[i]What if he greets me with a paw in my crotch?[/i]

The idea was enough to get his dick to continue its upward journey, and despite the earlier orgasm, he knew that he'd be up for another round. He shifted himself from one side to the other, adjusting his weight on his knees as he waited for the door to open. He didn't imagine that it would be much longer. Soon, Ben would –

Click.

That was the lock. He bit his lips, swallowing in anticipation as the knob turned. The door opened, and a brief fear that it might be someone else hit him. He fought the urge to cover himself –

“There you are, human."

It was Ben. The taller, black-furred feline loomed over him, still dressed compared to his own nudity, and his cheeks burned as he felt even more naked as a result. The other male looked down at him, cocking his head to the side with a toothy smirk.

“I'm starting to see why dad likes you like this."

“Mmmph…I'm getting the feeling that most anthros would enjoy seeing us like this."

“Probably. You know, he probably makes your mom do this sometimes."

“The less said about my mom, the better, please. I know that you guys are a bit more…comfortable…talking about each other's sex lives, but…humans don't do that."

“Prudes."

“Just a cultural thing," he muttered, pulling at the collar around his neck. “So, um…now that you have me here…what do you want to do to me?"

“Heh, you have to ask?"

The panther dropped his bag at the door. As soon as it was shut and locked, he walked over and –

“Mmmph…"

Those furred toes pressing against his crotch was just as good now as it had been in the lunch room, and from this angle, it was honestly so much better. His dick throbbed to life between the furred digits, rising between the big and second toe as they stroked him slowly, and the soft feeling of the smooth pad just beneath the toes dancing and tapping against his balls on the downstroke was honestly one of the greater pleasures of his life right then. He hissed through clenched teeth, keeping his hands at his sides as he bowed his head.

“Thank you…"

“Oh, don't start thanking me yet," Ben said. “I told you to be ready to serve. That thing's only going to get off again if you can do a good job with what you're told. And to start, I want you to lean in and start working this…"

The panther's cupped hand around his bulge was all that the human needed to see. He leaned in slowly, taking a deep breath. There was a hint of sexual musk through the fabric, just enough to tell him that Ben was still pent up from lunch, and that only made him that much more excited to serve. Something told him that it was going to be a good time for both of them.

Locking his lips and teeth around the zipper, he slowly pulled it down, dragging it all the way to the base before moving back to the button. That took longer, but he felt proud of himself that he had managed it at all; he knew a number of porn stars that couldn't actually pull something like that off, and the fact that he could was just…well, he thought that it made him a little special. It might be arrogant, but he held onto the good feeling for as long as he could.

From there, pulling the underwear down was easy, and the feline's thick cock flopped out on his face. The smell, the thick musky male smell that he had started getting used to, hit him like a freight train. He groaned, his head going a bit fuzzy as he leaned back, keeping his hands behind his back and opening his mouth.

“Mmmph…you know what, I think you need to do this more often. Maybe I should make you greet me like this every day after class."

“Mmmph, if you want that…I'll at least try, owner," he said.

“Mmm, that's dad's phrase. For me…just call me 'Master.' That's hotter for me."

“Heh…whatever you say, Master."

“Well, right now, Master says suck. So get started."

He nodded, bringing his lips to the head of the feline's dick. While fragrant, it wasn't slimy or messy. If anything, it was surprisingly clean, only reminding him of the sheer difference between humans and anthros. The size of the shaft, while a little intimidating, wasn't something unmanageable. He huffed the head one more time, kissing it, before slowly pulling it into his mouth and dragging it toward the back of his throat.

“That's it…all the way down…"

He had every intention of doing just that. Feeling the clawed fingers on his head, he kept going down, down, down, making his way all the way to the bottom of the shaft in short order. It left his throat spasming, barely keeping from gagging, but all that time working on dildos – partially at the patriarch's insistence – had done a good job of keeping him from succumbing to the gag reflex. He managed to get to the bottom, the head lodged deep in his throat, and he swallowed. Hard.

“Mmmph…fuck yes…"

Daniel groaned, holding his lips locked with the base of the shaft as he focused on breathing, swallowing, and breathing again. The sheer size of that thing was not to be underestimated, but he could handle it. He could make a good impression as an anthro-owned toy for Ben. They were…they were going to be roommates, and something more. The collar felt tighter than ever around his throat as he started to bob his head.

If nothing else, he would learn to be the best sort of slut that he could be, and he would hope that made him a good paw-loving, owned human, too.

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

Summary: Holy shit, this series returns, and this time with the presence of a bit of college fun with Daniel and Ben.

Tags: M/M, Human/Anthro, Paw Fetish, Paws, Human, Panther, Owned, Collar, Foot Fetish, Worship, Footjob, Pawjob, Cum, Orgasm, Oral, Semi-Slavery,