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It had been a week, a long week, since I had lost my chance at freedom as well as my dignity in the arena. After coming down from the high of the orgasm I experienced on display for everyone, with my limbs strapped down, a collar around my neck and rings through my nipples, I had spent most of the next several days with my head hanging low. My new master expressed pleasure at how I had fought and decided that I didn't deserve to be humiliated further by being paraded around the streets. Instead, he had allowed me to dress and follow him out to his chariot with all signs of my slave hood covered by clothes, outside of my collar.

Every night since had been spent with his arms and legs entwined with mine, both our bodies as naked as when we had entered the world, minus my collar and nub jewelry. My nipples were swollen and tender, aching daily and sensitive to any sort of contact. The panther, thankfully, was constantly aware of this, and kept his paws away from the healing bits. Even though he told me it was to help the healing process, I figured there was more to the reason of me being shirtless as I swept and mopped his floors. There was little reason to complain, however, so I had no issues with his free eye candy.

Growing accustomed to the collar was still proving to be a difficult task. Raspotine had told me from the beginning that I shouldn't waste time hoping to be set free, but rather accept my position as his current pet. As I grew older, my job would likely shift to more managerial work and less work with my maw, paws and tailhole, but I'd still be under his command. Still, the light leather choker felt like it weighed enough to drag my self-esteem below the earth. Being somebody's toy was not an enjoyable occupation to me.

Thankfully, the black-furred feline had assured me that my usefulness would stretch far past mere sexual favors. I was being given light duties for now while those golden rings settled into their fleshy homes, but he promised that my lithe figure wouldn't fade. I faced long days in his stables, polishing his saddles, feeding his horses and brushing their manes. Other afternoons could be spent chopping firewood or lugging water. He promised, though, that he'd help me hone my fighting skills along with teach me the art of swordplay, something I very much looked forward to.

I had been given these opportunities, he said, due to my performance in the arena. He told me in the chariot, informing me that it would be the only time he ever said it, that he feared he was going to lose such a beautiful creature due to his own arrogance. He laughed as he mentioned the irony of mine becoming what gave him the victory. So far, he was turning out to be far from the mean and degrading master I had feared he might be, but it had still been just a week, so I kept myself from hoping too much.

Sunlight had just begun pouring in through the windows when I fully awoke from my thoughts, my eyes opening slowly to accept the daylight. My master's arms were wrapped lightly around my chest and I knew from experience that he would awaken either very soon or the moment he felt me slide from his grasp. Feeling a dull throb in my bladder, I grimaced as I slowly sat up, taking care to avoid disturbing my nipples. They were a bit less swollen than yesterday, but I could still feel the twinges with each heartbeat, a sensation I could not wait to have come to an end.

His initial groan soon followed as I emptied my bladder into one of the sunken in washbasins. The holes at the bottom would take my piss and deposit it into a large local waste cellar where bottom level slaves would dispose of it and clean up the daily urinations of four spread out households. I shuddered at the thought of such a terrible life before stroking my flaccid shaft a few times to help strain out whatever was left inside my urethra. Before I could step back, the cat's arms slid around my waist and stroked at my naked thighs. I bit my lip as a shudder rolled through my hips, enjoying the tease of his fingers as they tickled their way down to inner leg muscles.

A light nibble on the back of my neck made me tense and shiver. His ministrations were becoming less awkward and far more indulgent and I found myself very comfortable with his touch. I had quickly found that it wasn't the idea of being submissive that I didn't like, but rather what the symbolic meaning of a collar and nipple rings meant in our society. Only a slave wore such adornments, and that meant I was a slave by definition, both to my master and to the world. He could sell me at a whim and there would be nothing I could do to stop him or even ensure I had an equally gentle and caring master. My only hope was to do well enough that he would want to keep me.

"How do they feel this morning, pet?"

"How does what feel, master?"

"Your nipples, lad. Has the ache lessened since yesterday? I can see that the swelling has gone down considerably as you no longer look like a female needing to lactate."

I went red at his visual description, the imagery in my mind making me feel both embarrassed but aroused. One glance down told me that my budding skunkhood was already at half-mast and rising, the blood in my face being redirected to a location more southward. My attempt to answer his question died in a long moan as his claws lightly tickled my testicles.

"I'll give them one more week before I'll require you to wear attire on your torso. They're healing quite well and I'd hate to undo the great work the doctors and I have done making your jewelry fit correctly and safely. Do you like the look of them, boy?"

"Yes, master, though I don't like what they symbolize, sir."

"And what is it about their symbolization that you do not approve of?"

"That I'm nothing more than an object of property, with no feelings or emotions worth caring about."

His answer was nothing more than a claw tracing up the underside of my nearly rigid cock, causing me to stretch my neck out and groan. My past sessions of pawing off in bed at night were turning out to be nothing in comparison to his caressing fingers.

"To the world, you are indeed nothing more than property. To them, you're a murderer who will pay for his crimes for the rest of his life. To them, you mean nothing at all. That is why you wear those rings and that collar."

I lowered my head in emotional anguish at his statement, knowing it to be true, but hating the validity even more so. Clearly, I had responded too soon, my small ears flickering when he gently licked my head.

"To me, however, you are as much of an object as a beloved, prize winning horse. To me, you're no murderer, but rather a lost, young skunk who had no future in life outside of begging on the streets or selling his body in a brothel to survive. To me, I saved you from something much worse, and you owe me for it. That collar is a sign that you belong to me and me alone. Those rings are there just because I think they look sexy as all hell on your chest."

A small tear rolled down my newly flushed cheeks, a soft smile now on my lips as he spoke those words. My eyes fluttered and then closed, my maw letting out a deep moan as he brought his paws to my spire. His fingers wrapped over my tip, squeezing and massaging the head while his other paw began to stroke up and down my length, going slowly to start. I shuddered and leaned back into him as he continued his motions, his paws sending shivers of joy through my crotch as an initial drop of precum formed at my slit.

His claws were magical, sending bolts of lightning into every nerve ending in my maleness, his second paw gathering my pre to glide over my spear, the dark red flesh throbbing delightfully in his grasp. As I craned my head upwards to let the bliss roll over me, I felt the paw on my glans leave to slide over my exposed neck, his paw stroking over my vulnerable area while the other coaxed more drops of translucent pre out of me to glaze back over my rod. His pumping was becoming more rhythmic and purposeful while his claws now poked and traced over my neck.

Soon his tongue joined the fray, its spiked and rough surface beginning to lap over my left shoulder, soaking it in a mawful of spit before his jaws clamped lightly around the tendons there. His tongue continued to rub over my fur and against my skin, matting it up while his paws maintained their masterful work on my body. My penis was dribbling out pre like a leaky faucet and my moans were escaping with almost every other breath. Every muscle was tense and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.

"Oh, master. This...feels amazing."

His response was simply the continuation of his stroking paws and nibbles on my trapped shoulder. Mine was to shudder and groan as his slow moving paw slid up and down my proud length, encouraging it further up the valley to reach its peak. I was in the clouds by now, more than willing to let the sensational ecstasy roll through me with each cyclic movement of his paws. In such a relaxed and safe environment, I found myself more than capable of holding off of the precipice for now, just letting the waves of lust pour through my frame.

It wasn't too far later when I felt his prickled cathood make its way into the cleft of my rear. I flexed my cheeks and enjoyed hearing the grunt of pleasure from behind me. Slowing his pace on my shaft down to a mesmerizing and drool inducing teasing, he began to gyrate his hips into my rump, his already precum leaking member quickly slickening up the passage as he ground it against my taint. He was taller than me, and his hips stood a few inches above mine, allowing him comfortable and easy access to my pucker when we stood straight.

My toes curled and I hissed loudly the first time his tip nudged against my anus, my sphincter flexing instinctively before the intruding tip slid back into my crevice for a few more thrusts. By now, his paws were simply gripping my neck and shaft, squeezing on the latter to keep it rigid while he soaked my ass with his juices. I had learned that he was a very messy wildcat early on, when I had first tried to give him head. For a few more minutes, his barbed spire continued to make tracks in my rear, but soon enough he let go of my shoulder.

"Boy, lean forward. Your master wants inside."

"Yes sir."

The wall was a good two feet in front of me, so I put my paws out and did as I was instructed. When I contacted the smooth surface, I groaned as his paws slipped to my waist, one locking around my right hip while the other gripped the base of my tail. As relaxed as I was, it still stung when his tip pierced my pucker, the tip forcing its way in as he pulled my tail and hip downwards. His barbs flared out and pricked against my inner flesh as I squeezed down in reaction. A spew of precum splattered against my passage in return, helping to lubricate his entrance.

"Does my pet want it rough or gentle?"

"Gentle, please sir."

His cock flexed in my rump before pushing forward again, sending another thin stream of precum out to further soak my insides. A few inches in, several more to go. Groaning in pleasure, I felt him let go of my tail to grip my other hip. Shifting a small bit inside me, he slid back out an inch before gliding right into me, every barb disappearing into me as I let out a long, bellowing moan, my thick tail stiffening as pain and ecstasy rolled through me at the same time. Nine feline inches deep inside, he rested against me, flexing his rod with every heartbeat to help me adjust to his size.

I couldn't help but moan, my fingers scratching against the smooth surface of the wall as I let the intense feelings run through me. My mephit frame arched ever so slightly in reaction, the desire to be bred by my master shown with every twitch of every muscle. It was a feeling of mysterious lust that had sparked the very first time he had taken me back in the arena. The scenery hadn't been to my liking, but there was such a sense of intimacy even then that I found myself wanting to feel his seed pour into my ass. Now, in the privacy of his room, away from the prying and judging eyes of the public, I could hardly wait for him to take me again.

He started off slowly, releasing my hips as he pulled back. He gripped my tail again in one paw while his second slid to my face. I cooed as his fingers pressed just above my eyes where my white stripe split into two. Following their trail, he slid them down the back of my head, over my neck and then began to stroke up and down my spine as he used my tail as leverage for his return thrust. I gasped as he hilted into me again, a drivel of drool dangling from my slack jaws. My own spire throbbed and jumped in return, letting out a small spurt of precum on its own.

Grasping at the polished walls provided me no grip and so I just leaned into them more as my pantherine master began to pull out and push back in at a steady and controlled pace. His hips rocked gently against mine, his feline spire traversing my walls over and over, his barbs tickling me with each downstroke, rather than raking like I knew they could. Resting my eyelids, I let him take full control of both my body and mind, his cock working to claim my body for the first time since the arena.

I shuddered softly and moaned, his paws now sliding over my mephit body. His hold slipped to my hips, his body melding into mine as he slid his length in and out my hole, his precum leaking back out to stream over my taint as his balls tapped against mine with every hilt. As slow of a pace as he had started out with, the panther was beginning to speed up, his breaths coming a little shallower on the nape of my neck as he leaned against me.

The barbs on his shaft began to stiffen and flare out, making me squeal as they began to scrub over my prostate, the assaulted nub sending shockwaves of glee throughout my entire region. His tongue licked at my neck, his teeth soon following to grab hold of my nape as he picked up even more speed, his thrusts coming in harder, but still smoothly and gently enough that I only felt the slightest trickle of pain. As we both sailed closer to the edge of the waterfall, his breaths turned into grunts, the sound of his sac hitting mine loud enough to be heard above the wet slop of his pistoning cathood.

"You are mine, pet." He growled through his teeth, his grip on my hips tightening as he began to shiver. A few thrusts later and he hilted himself inside me, grinding against my frame to bury himself as far as he could. One arm left my hip to grab my shaft while the other slid to wrap tightly around my waist. Whimpering in desperate lust and coursing pleasure, my cock throbbed helplessly as my master's paw began to glide effortlessly over every inch of its length. His paw moved quickly, belaying his incoming climax that hit just seconds later.

For just the second time in my life, I felt his shaft's heartbeat travel through the pantherine dick embedded in my rump, the tip erupting in a massive spurt of kitty spunk that poured into my furthest reaches. The second tickled my colon and then he began to pull out, while still jacking me off underneath. Only one more throb's worth of cream filled my anus before his dick exited and began roping its semen over my cheeks and back. The lewd gesture was enough to send me over the edge and I wailed to the ground as my own cock came hard.

My first rope hit me in the chin, some of the goo actually making it to my lolling tongue. The next ones tapered off, but my master aimed my skunk member to help paint my chest with as much of my sperm as he could. With only a few weak drools of seed left between us, and more than enough cum smeared onto my fur, the panther grabbed my collar and pulled me back into his standing frame. I sighed as his paws rubbed behind my ears while his spire slid back into my rump's warm and claimed pucker.

"I'll give you a few minutes to recover, lad, but then I think this is great motivation to take a morning shower. I expect to see you downstairs for breakfast in an hour. I've got a lot of work to do today and I think my study needs cleaning. There are a lot of dusty books there."

"Yes, master."

"Looks like you're fitting in just fine to your new role." He patted my head and I just leaned back into him, savoring the contact as I reveled in those few minutes he gave me in his embrace.

A few hours later and I could be found in his study, dusting and polishing the covers of his rather large collection of books, humming to myself as I busied around. My shower had been quite hot and very relaxing. Master had allotted me plenty of time to clean and brush my fur. When I came down for breakfast, he was there with a cloth and gloves to check my piercings, nodding his head in approval at how far along in the healing process they had come.

Following a thorough meal of meats as well as a large plate of berries and a couple eggs for myself, the panther had informed me that he would be out for the duration of the day to meet a few compatriots for what he called "political posturing". Knowing that my task would likely be complete before lunch ended, he told me to spend the afternoon reading whatever caught my eye.

"Pick whatever lights your fancy, boy, and then we shall talk about it during dinner. I'd like to engage your mind as much as I enjoy engaging your body."

Now, here I was with a smile still on my face. His words in the bedroom had made me so much happier and lively and I felt like I really had a positive thing going. My family and I had little contact as it were, so I didn't miss them all too much. My master had promised me a chance to see them if I acted properly, so there was that to look forward to. With a slight ache in my arms and cramping in my fingers, I sat down as I placed the last book back onto its shelf. Then I stopped and brought that book back down to eye level. The panther had encouraged me to take a look and even wanted to talk about what I read at dinner.

Plopping back down on the chair, I grimaced as I was reminded by the existence of my tender nipples, but the pain went away quite quickly this time, which was a sure sign of improvement. Sitting down, I opened the book on local fauna to the first couple pages, attempting to delve into the world of all the plants and trees and...okay, enough of that. Shaking my head, I placed the book back on its shelf and began to look around for something that would actually spark my interest.

A few kept my gaze for several seconds, even a few minutes, but in the end, they just weren't good enough to convince me to end my search. That's when I ran into a book on body modifications for males, a clearly naughty book by the look of the cover, or else just one that wasn't afraid to go into graphic and erotic detail. Looking down at my gold rings, I imagined jewelry like that hanging from or pierced through my shaft and shivered, my sheath even stirring a little at the visualization. Grabbing the book, I sat down and flipped it open, my senses fully focused on what was in front of me.

I realized quickly that the book was written with a less professional intention in mind. Not only was there ample information about each kind of piercing, ranging from facial to genitals, but plenty of drawings and sketches. What was even more amazing were the short stories included that detailed personal experiences of the process of acquiring the adornments as well as a few far naughtier tellings of activity that occurred later on.

I was halfway through the book when my ears heard a soft chuckle and in both surprised panic and instant embarrassment, I dropped the book on the ground and met eye to eye with my master. His smile was wide and his eyes sparkling with mischief, which both worried and excited me.

"Something tells me that this isn't a topic necessarily best talked about at the dinner table, boy. Is there something you'd like to tell me or should I just infer your feelings from how rock hard you are right now?"

In my enamored state, I hadn't even realized that my cock had swollen out to full length and was throbbing hard against my pants. Looking down as I tried to find the words, I could see the distinct wet mark where my spire's precum had been profusely leaking against, and still was. The visceral sight of such an immensely raging hard on took whatever words I had and melted them away. Turning my gaze back to the panther, I simply whimpered, my paws suddenly desperate to yank off my pants and grasp my maddeningly desperate prick.

"Goodness. I wonder how many hours you've been like this and didn't even realize," he said, shrugging his shoulders while licking his lips. "Well, I can't just leave you like this, now can I, pet?"

Not waiting for an answer, he moved forward, telling me to keep my arms and paws on the chair rests. I complied without a word and then watched as he locked the door to his study and then moved to kneel right between my legs, his muzzle pressing forward to push against my meat. Groaning, I leaned back against the back of the seat, my toes curling as his tongue drifted up to wet the rest of my package's prison.

His paws moved slowly, but purposefully up my legs, sliding up to my hips to give them a good squeeze before they moved to my buckle. Within seconds, the latch was undone and he then helped me out of them, taking my briefs with them to fully expose my crotch. Throbbing proudly, my skunkhood dribbled a few drops of precum down its now standing and freed length. As I watched, my master brought his lips against my swollen urethra and kissed it, sliding his muzzle up my spire to squeeze out a long drool of the translucent precum as I just thrashed weakly against the chair.

"You will speak no words while I give you relief. Vocalize to your heart's and cock's desire, but if you say anything, I shall leave you on the edge and you will not be allowed to find release. Do you understand?"

I nodded in response and just shuddered as he leaned forward, arching his back while pulling my shaft down to meet his lips. My fingers dug into the wooden frame of my seat as he kissed my glans, his tongue rolling out to tickle the underside of my staff. I was already so very close, having been aroused so fully for what could have been hours. When he took the head into his maw, I couldn't stop myself from bucking forward and letting out a heated cry. He must have gotten the clue because he let go and stepped back after only a few seconds.

"You're closer than I expected or wanted, lad. You must have been very infatuated with that book."

He left that statement hanging in the air like a question and so I nodded in response. My penis ached for attention, but also ached with each throb my master's attention gave it. It was clear that I had been needy for quite some time, too long, and now I was paying the price of overexerting the muscles and veins in my member.

"However, the alternatives are to leave you, which I'm not heartless enough to do, rub you off, which is too lame, or..."

Silence lingered for a few seconds before I saw him walk over to my left, opening up a drawer on the desk my chair was pushed up against. What he pulled out made me mewl. In his paw was a golden ring, its circumference seemingly just large enough to fit snugly over my dick. Huffing in anticipation, I watched as he popped it into his mouth, salivating over it as he reset himself next to my crotch. A paw grabbed it from his lips and he then gripped my penis. With a shuddering moan, I felt that tight metal constrict against my skunkhood, the copious amount of lubrication helping to make it slide down to the very base.

I drooled down my chin and onto my chest as each throb took on a new meaning of sensitivity and need. The ring's presence hurt, but I already loved it, wanting it to never leave.

"This will help you hold out for a short while longer, mephit. After we're done, you'll leave it there until I tell you that you can take it off."

Again I nodded and then raptly watched as the feline leaned back into my lap, gingerly taking my balls into his maw. Oh, how I cooed as his warm lips and tongue danced over my stretched and taut sack, encouraging my engorged spire to dribble out more drops of precum with each involuntary twitch and spasm. Gripping the sides of the chair, I tried to settle down, but I was just too edged out at this point, having spent so much time being rock hard and building tension that I was just waiting to erupt. I just needed a little bit of help to light the fuse.

His lips were like magic, warming the fire up more and more, bringing it to the boiling point. Slipping his tongue out, he began to tickle and scrub the skin behind my sack, teasing my perineum for a few seconds before lifting a paw up to tease up my urethra. I huffed and wheezed as those pads climbed to the top, my cock's throbs coming more erratically with each second. Deep pleasure built just under the ring, my entire spire going rigid, making empty pulses as my seminal fluid mixed in preparation for the trip out my rod.

Eyes fluttered and I let out a haunting moan as I lurched upward as the first throb rocketed out under the pressure of the ring, shooting multiple feet into the air, a second spurt rapidly following before the first splattered over my chest and face. My master's fingers kept stroking up and down my swollen and expunging urethra. I tried to utter his name, but thankfully, my lips just stuttered in ecstasy and all that came out were broken gasps as the joyful sensations overrode everything else. The cum splattered all over me as my body relaxed more and more, my length still pulsing roughly against the tight grip of the ring and the still strokes of the cat's fingers.

My whole body was left limp on the chair, even my eyelids refused to open up, my jaw slack as drool and cum dripped down my chin. I felt his fingers leave my member and then slide up my thighs. His lips kissed my softening tip and I just sighed as he took the weakening staff fully into his muzzle, sliding down to my crotch and then sucking hard as he lifted back up to clean the black snake.

"Dinner will be ready soon, pet, though I think I'll have them serve it in here this time. It seems like you and I have a lot of fun things to not only talk about, but to try as well."