Sasha the Harem Kitten
Here's a story I wrote real quick. It has sexual relations between a minor (male) and a non-minor (male), and just a tad bit of foot / paw fetishism. Oh, and slavery. If these things make you uncomfortable, please do not read it. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy.
If you happen to read all or most of it, I would sure appreciate comments, ratings, and that sort of thing. Thanks a bunch!
Sasha would look pretty. That's what the vixens that were primping him said, and the young kitten believed it. In the kitten's twelve years he had never had anyone pay such attention to his looks. Three vixens attended him - one brushing his silky white fur, one applying various fur-shining powders to his face, and one trimming and polishing his foot paws, now that she had finished doing the same with his hands. He sat on a chair too big for him in front of a mirror, watching himself become prettier. The small room was otherwise empty, save a few extra-fluffy pillows.
Sasha was nervous. He was naked in front of three older women, for one thing - that had never happened before. He had been sold to someone last week - he didn't even know who, or for what. He had thought hard labor, but it didn't seem likely now. Maybe a play or something? Who would have bought a twelve-year-old kitten captured for wandering into the city from the countryside? The vixens wouldn't tell him anything - they had dropped by today and given him courteous but short orders. They seemed a little scary - they didn't talk to him like a kid... they talked to him more like a - a thing!
The three women simultaneously finished up trimming his foot paws, brushing his tail, and puffing some sort of sweet-smelling powder onto his cheeks. They stood up as one unit, and two of the ladies left. The last one picked Sasha up by his little shoulders and set him down. Sasha blushed furiously at standing, and allowed the vixen to dress him in a pair of dark purple panties that hid nothing, and a pair of mostly translucent black pants. She put a finely crafted purple vest around his soft white fur, and he could feel it constricting his chest a bit.
"Why am I-" he began to ask, but the vixen shushed him and put a finger over his lips. She pointed to a door opposite the one the other vixens had exited, and gave him a small push on his butt. He didn't ask - better not to get his new masters angry at him. He walked through the door, and he heard a swish of drapes and beads closing behind him.
The new room was the most fabulous he had ever seen. It was huge - maybe twenty times his size in any direction. A fountain sprayed precious water into a pool in the middle, curtains of the finest silks hung about it, and columns broke the room into manageable areas. Pillows were flung throughout the room haphazardly - but they looked like the softest things on earth. Sasha looked around, but didn't see anyone. It seemed like the room should be full of people, but there was no one there. He walked quietly over to the fountain and took a sip - delicious! Pure water, uncontaminated!
"Do you like my water, young one?" a deep voice startled Sasha from his right. He sprang back, tripping and falling onto one of the fluffy pillows and barely managing to catch himself before his head hit. He looked over at the newcomer, and was instantly awed.
Tall enough that the kitten came only to his navel, the obsidian-black jackal was was toned and beautiful. Sasha couldn't think of any other words for the creature. His defined biceps, his firm calves, his tightly-packed chest - this was what a jackal should look like. Young as he was, Sasha knew that much. The kitten felt hot and heady at the mere sight of this amazing creature. The newcomer's body was visible due to the scarcity of his clothing - he wore an elaborate headdress, a shining gold-plated belt, and a purple loincloth of resplendent silk. The jackal walked over towards the kitten, his stride purposeful and intimidating. Sasha felt very young and vulnerable as he sat, paralyzed with fear - was he not supposed to drink that water? Was it not allowed?
The jackal covered the distance in a pair of breaths and crouched down, smiling a warm and inviting smile that made Sasha relax. The jackal reached forward with his right hand and gently caressed Sasha's chin, holding it up to look into his eyes. Sasha stared into the jackal's warm green eyes, and the near-fever the kitten felt intensified. The jackal's smile broadened as he looked into the kitten's eyes.
"Yes, young and beautiful. My eunuchs have done well this time," he said in a deep velvet voice that flowed from his lips like syrup. Sasha was having trouble thinking as he looked up at the crouching jackal, and could only mew weakly in response. "Do you know who I am?" the jackal asked.
Sasha had no idea. He had come from the country, and had never heard of anyone rich enough to have a room with a fountain of pure water, three vixen servants, and such expensive cloths and pillows. He shook his head the tiniest bit, and the jackal must have felt it in the hand that was still cupping his cheek.
"I am the sultan," that deep voice told him, "I am Amir, though you will address me as 'my lord,' or 'sultan.' I bought you to... attend me." There was a bit of a growl in the last two words that made Sasha shiver.
Amir sat down next to the kitten, on a large red pillow of fine silk, rubbing his hand from the kitten's cheek down his shoulder, arm, and waist, brushing against Sasha's soft thigh as the jackal finished seating. A shiver ran down the kitten's spine - a feeling he didn't quite recognize, but had something to do with the fever-hotness and tension coursing through him.
Amir took off the headdress, to reveal a puff of squished hair atop his head. He set it down opposite the kitten and lay back, putting his hands behind his head and closing his eyes. "I have walked long today, young one... massage my feet," he said in a commanding tone that Sasha wouldn't disobey if he wanted to. As it was, the heat and tension made Sasha want to touch Amir - a strange feeling he didn't understand, but could only give in to.
The kitten crawled down to the sultan's foot paws - he had never had to do something like this before, and didn't know where to begin. He gingerly gripped the sultan's right foot paw in his left hand (of course it was too big for one hand, but Sasha got his paw most of the way around the top of the sultan's foot). He gripped the foot paw with the other hand and began to knead and press slowly with his thumbs, pushing into each of the jackal's four toes and pads. He then moved down to the sole of the sultan's foot paw, kneading and pressing with his thumbs. The jackal murmured appreciatively, and Sasha was encouraged. Sasha moved over to the other foot paw and rubbed each of the jackal's pristine pads with his thumbs, squishing his palms into the older fur's pads a bit, which elicited a similarly pleased reaction from the sultan. He switched back to the right foot paw and rubbed across each of the toes again, then down across the sole, pressing his paws in with as much force as his young hands could muster - the sultan moaned, just a little bit. Sasha switched back to the left and pressed in on each toe as much as he could, then slowly rubbed the sole of the sultan's foot paw, pressing as much as he could into the massage, and gaining another pleased moan from the sultan.
"Good kitten... now, massage my legs." The sultan said in that deep, almost-growl.
"Yes, my lord," Sasha said, tension and heat still running through him in a confusing array of emotions. He felt just a tiny drop of wetness in the panties he was wearing, and realized with horror his young penis was very, very hard! His fierce blush went unseen as the sultan lay there with those jackal eyes closed, enjoying the massage of the little cat. Best to keep going - maybe Sasha's new owner wouldn't notice at all.
Sasha moved his hands up the jackal's left calf, rubbing through the smooth black fur and into the hard muscle. He rubbed up and down the length of Amir's lower leg, pressing in and doing what he thought might feel good. In reaching up the sultan's leg, he inadvertently pressed the sultan's foot paw against his chest, and the sultan's toes closed about the vest and fur they encountered... just a little squeeze, only for a moment, but it made Sasha feel even hotter. He rubbed up and down the sultan's calf, then switched over to the right. This time he tried to press the sultan's foot paw into his chest, and the jackal did the same - just a little squeeze, but it sent excitement raging through the young cat. The sultan's eyes were still closed, but the smile upon his face said he was enjoying the cub's treatment immensely.
Finished with the calves, the cub crawled up to kneel across the sultan's right calf and foot paw while he rubbed at the sultan's thigh. He pressed his little hands into the sultan's thin fur, and hard into the tightly-packed muscle. Up and down, up and down the kitten rubbed into the sultan, using his palms to press into every part of the sultan's legs, right up to the waist. As he rubbed, he noticed a bulge forming in the sultan's loincloth, with a rather distinctive shape. He slowed down a bit, wondering what was happening.
"Keep going, young one," the sultan almost moaned. "Do the other leg now."
Sasha obeyed wordlessly, climbing over to the sultan's other leg and rubbing deep into the jackal's fur. The sultan reached up a bit, and caressed the young cub's arm, his eyes still closed as he growled in pleasure. The bulge in the sultan's cloth began standing up a bit, and Sasha thought he might know what was happening... but... it wasn't supposed to!
The jackal sat up, gently grasping the cub's right arm with his left hand. With the jackal's right, he spread the loincloth off from his hard member, its black length erect at nearly three hand's width for the cub. "Now, young one," the jackal said in that deep, commanding tone. "Massage this."
Sasha blushed deeply, most of it hidden beneath his soft white fur. The jackal saw the hesitation in his eyes, and smiled! The jackal's left hand brushed softly against Sasha's panties, sending waves of unfamiliar pleasure through the cub. "Do it," the jackal said as he cupped the cub's genitals through the tight panties for just a moment, "and I will reward you."
Sasha needed no further encouragement, and mewed his affirmative. He placed his young paws at the bottom of the sultan's shaft, reaching around it only with both hands. He began to slowly rub up and down the hard member, feeling waves of heat and pleasure as he massaged his master's cock. The... wrongness of it only seemed to add to the cat's peculiar feelings. He rubbed all the way up to the jackal's head, brushing the tip of the sultan's penis before going back down, his soft, young hands caressing the jackal all the way. The jackal gazed on approvingly as the cub rubbed his cock. Amir moaned a bit as the kitten rubbed his head again, the little hands just barely covering the tip. Sasha felt his head being pet softly as he leaned into his work, rubbing up and down on the older jackal's erect member.
Suddenly, as Sasha rubbed back up, white goo leaked out of the sultan's tip, sliding a bit down the cock towards his paws. Sasha withdrew for a moment, startled and not sure what to make of it. "Keep going," Amir growled, squeezing the kitten's head just a bit for encouragement.
Sasha kept going, rubbing up and down the jackal's cock, letting the white goo soak into his hands and slowly coat his master's penis. More leaked out to replace it, and Sasha pawed it and spread it around his master's cock, unsure but excited. The jackal did not let up the squeeze on the kitten's head, and he seemed to moan more deeply than before, sending another wave of pleasure through the kitten.
Sasha suddenly felt his head forced down to the tip of the sultan's penis, where his hands rubbed gently across the sultan's member again. "Suck!" The sultan commanded, almost desperately, while shoving the kitten's head down on the erect member. Without time to think, Sasha opened his mouth and accepted his master's cock, wondering quickly how it would taste.
It tasted okay - it felt very wrong, to have another man's penis inside his mouth (even if the other man did own him), but it tasted okay, and sent more of that wicked pleasure through the kitten. A little salty, a little sweet. Sasha was not forced onto Amir's penis - he didn't gag, and could only get most of the tip into his mouth. But he sucked and licked appreciatively as the sultan pressed gently on the back of his head, bobbing Sasha's mouth ever so slightly over that huge member. As Sasha licked and sucked, he heard Amir's breathing become short as more of the tasty goo leaked out of him.
Finally, the sultan drew in a sharp breath and moaned out a single word "Swallow!" The young kitten had no time to think before the jackal spouted much more of the goo into his mouth. Without another option, the kitten swallowed as much as he could. He got down two kitten gulps before some of it driveled out of his mouth and back onto the sultan's penis. He licked more and tried to swallow again, that taboo joy washing through him as he did so, but soon it was over. The sultan reached down and caressed the kitten's cheek once more, gently lifting Sasha's head from the black jackal cock.
Sasha grinned foolishly up at his new master, some of the semen still dribbling from his lips. The sultan smiled down and gently wiped it off with a finger, brushing it away onto a pillow. "You have done well, kitten. Very well. I shall reward you."
With that, the sultan cupped the kitten's genitals once again, sending the same rush of hot pleasure through the kitten. As the kitten sat atop the sultan's large leg, the sultan massaged and caressed his young boyhood, feeling the small penis throbbing through the tight panties he wore. Sasha leaned his head back and mewed in pleasure as the sultan rubbed his cock and balls, sending waves of hot pleasure through him. The jackal put an arm behind the kitten to support Sasha as he melted into the older man's gentle caress. Slowly rubbing and massaging, the kitten felt the heat and pleasure build within him as he leaned back into Amir's strong arm.
The sultan suddenly stopped, rubbing the kitten's belly fur for just a moment, then his hand dived into the panties to rub along Sasha's actual penis. Up and down, up and down the little boyhood he went, his strong hand pressing and covering the kitten's whole member. With a finger extended, the sultan tweaked the cub's little balls as he rubbed, and Sasha quickly felt the waves of hot pleasure building and centering in him. The sultan started to grip the young boy more tightly, both with the arm around his torso and the hand around his cock, and Sasha couldn't help but let a high-pitched moan escape him.
Everything seemed to build to one wonderful feeling where the jackal's hand met his cock, and finally burst into a rush of pleasure that coursed through the young kitten. Another drop or two of wetness made its way out of his young cock and into the jackal's hand. Sasha squealed louder this time, letting the pleasure flow through him. It rushed out, held him in a glowing rush for just a moment, then quickly faded into nothing. Sasha could only feel the sultan's arm around him, and the jackal's warm leg beneath him.
Sasha mewed wordlessly. The jackal smiled, rubbing his arm up the kitten's body to his shoulders. The sultan lay back down, taking the soft, young kitten with him. Sasha stretched out across the strong man's body, enjoying the warmth beneath him and gently hugging his new master. The jackal reached up a bit more and pet Sasha between the ears, scratching the young boy's soft fur a bit more.
"Yes, young one... I will keep you around for some time, I think." The jackal closed his eyes as he pet the kitten, starting to stroke from the kitten's head all the way down to his butt. Sasha purred comfortably as his master gently stroked him, enjoying the affection.
They stayed like that a while, until the two eventually drifted off to sleep.