# Slave Without a Cause

Author: Cheetahs
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A young wakes up to find out he's trapped in a medieval cell. How? Why? What could have possibly happened? He soon finds the answers to these questions when he's prepared to be sold as a slave to the fattest pocket around.


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***This mini series is a commission for  LoneWolf669 Thank you so much for commissioning me! More chapters will follow soon!***Description: Matt isn't a man of exquisite skills or striking appearance.
He isn't even that special! Yet through some bizarre twist of events he wakes
up in a dungeon, surrounded by cold stone and displeasing scents. As he tries
to solve the hardest riddle of his life, two walking felines come to escort him
above the ground, to be inspected among with the other humans.
Matt is scared. Terrified, in fact. Who are these bipedal
creatures and what do they want? Questions set his mind ablaze. He's jittery,
confused, unable to comprehend the situation and adapt until he finds himself
trapped in the bedroom of two very feisty felines. Matt quickly learns the
rules of this strange land. You either obey your betters and please them, or
you get punished.***STORY STARTS HERE***Matt awoke inside the same stinking cell. No matter how much
he rubbed his eyes or closed them, the truth was always there to haunt him. 
"It can't be," he shook his head in dismay. "There's no such
thing as alternate universes or fucking time travel. Gaaah," Matt released a
monstrous sigh and dropped his head back on the straw stuffed pillow. It stunk.
Same as everything else around him. Matt looked at the ceiling. Even counting
the cracks webbing between the patches of mould failed to provide relief from the
thoughts storming inside his head.
"I must be high. Definitely," he rubbed his sore eyes for
the hundredth time. "Greg must've slipped a pill in my coffee before I left
work. Fucking joker if I ever knew one."
A moan came from the cell next door. Matt laughed.
"What? Do you agree with me too?"
It stopped. 
That happened every time. The drug or whatever that was
changed not only the setting, but the people too. Nobody could form coherent
words. Matt heard moans and groans and jumbled screams ever since he was
dragged into the bowels of this fine establishment. 
"Alright, think," he pulled his back against the wall, knees
tucked to his chest. "Think think think," his hand tapped a knee. "I drove off
home after...no," Matt scrunched his eyes and shook his head quickly. "That's old
stuff. Start with the beginning. I must've missed something. I know I did."
Reality dimmed around Matt. The grunting of his companions
slowly lessened into oblivion, leaving behind only the drip drip drip of the water
and the tap tap tap of his hand. Images shuffled through his mind. People.
Events. Sights and smells. Matt embraced them all, particularly the last day he
went to the office.
Dreaded Friday, as he called it. He woke up to the alarm of
his clock. Seven thirty. He was late by half an hour. Matt skipped shower and
breakfast, jumping straight into his working clothes. That was his first clue.
Sloppiness. Matt liked to live his life by the book. Everything needed to have
a place and a purpose in his schedule. 
Faster.
He skipped the elevator part, the walk to his car and the
drive towards "Rumblin' Crock" because it was so mundane and normal. After that,
he focused on his actual job. As painful as it was, Matt ostentatiously went
through every hour of that nasty day. He remembered who he talked to, what he
ate, and even how many times he tried the work in progress level of the
company's newest game. 
Fifty four times. That had to warrant at least ten hours of
work. Matt drank a dozen cups of coffee to keep himself going. Greg and Jenny headed
to the kitchen every five minutes to abuse the espresso machine. He found them
talking dirty stories about interspecies mating. Matt cringed at that. He got
his coffee, cringed in revulsion, and returned at his computer. 
Greg had other plans though. He came to him a minute after,
asking all sorts of stupid questions about his virginity and if he'd ever shag
an animal. Of course he denied all of that nonsense. Greg laughed too. That was
the good part about his colleagues. They were all crazy. 
"I insulted him," Matt whispered. "Think. Focus harder. He
must have slipped something in my coffee."
Matt replayed that scene in his mind seven times. He even
altered it to match the probability of success. In every scenario, Greg was
nowhere as smart, fast, or witty enough to spike his drink. 
Matt forwarded to his drive home, then quickly pulled back. 
"Jenny. Maybe she...nah. She remained back to talk with that
curly haired dork."
Matt went through the whole day again, just to be sure. With
a pounding headache, a twitching eyelid and a mega sore butt, Matt finally felt
confident enough to skip the job part. He unlocked the door to his apartment,
crashed inside his bed, then poof. He woke up in the grass, like the last hobo
on earth. Matt didn't even have time to look around before something grabbed
him. He didn't pay much attention then because he was too shocked, but now he could
rewind and remember. 
He was grabbed by two walking cats with gleaming armor and swords
at their hips. Cats! Black fur, slitted eyes, pointy fangs and all that crazy
nonsense. Not only they walked on two feet, but they talked too. Matt thought
he was hit in the head when he understood their tongue. 
"Fancy colored wretch this is," he mimicked the sarcastic
voice of one guard.
"Mayb' we should keep him," Matt spoke with a slightly hissy
voice to imitate the second guard.
"Aye. Perfect choice that. Keep the human to see your arse
raped bloody and your possessions stripped. See how your pet enjoys that."
"I kind of like it in me arse."
They shared a laugh at that. Not Matt. He was shivering from
all the joints when he saw where the guards were taking him. A cage mounted on
a cart, filled with dirty men and naked women. 
"Say hello to your new family," one of the guards had said
before he shoved Matt inside.
Matt opened his eyes. He didn't want to remember the part
where he was touched, sniffed, licked and prodded everywhere. He never kicked
or punched so hard for freedom in his entire life. 
Matt rubbed his chaffed calluses, wincing softly. The
barbarians left him alone after they got their balls busted. Matt didn't
remember much after that. The shock was too intense to memorize. Fragments
still lingered in his mind though. He saw a big gate, and torches. Torches
along the walls. He remembered the gentle song of falling water too, yet not
the precise details about its location. 
"Water and torches. Is that all I have?" Matt squeezed his
eyes, trying to milk more details. 
His mind was bare, just like the stone below his bum. Matt was
fed up with it all. He got up from his bed and walked around his cell. He had
nothing aside from a hole in the ground to shit on and rusty bars on the side
of his crammed cell. He pushed his forehead between those and looked left and
right to see more metal and stone. Every cell was the same, which also applied
to the human beings trapped inside. None of them knew a single word. Only moans
and groans. 
Matt stepped back with a frustrated sigh. 
 "Gah, this doesn't
make any sense. It's like I'm trapped in those cheap movies where the hero gets
teleported by some wise-ass wizard to save the world or fuck a princess. Hell
if I know," Matt poked the chipped stone of the bed with his foot. "Usually
those heroes have weapons or powers, and all I have is..."
He gritted his teeth, allowing his smoldering temper to
subside. "I won't throw a tantrum. Not in this place."
If there was anything he learned from movies, it was that
getting angry while caged got you beaten. Or worse, tortured. Matt ran a hand
through his messy hair, pressed his lips, sighed, then settled on the edge of
his rock hard cot. 
"Think. Think..."
His mind betrayed him. Matt founds his thoughts wandering
off after the first minute. Instead of ways to escape, he found himself running
back to his old life. A life that, despite all its fake charm and comfort, was
nowhere as glamorous as it appeared. 
"What will I go back to?" Matt whispered, eyebrows lowering
under the weight of that single question. He had no friends to call his own.
Only sleazy bastards that sucked favors out of him without giving anything in
return. People were a no-go. That included his family. Matt scoffed at the
radiant smile of his older brother and purged that image from his mind as soon
as it appeared. Father replaced it. He was smiling, same as his mother and
sister.
"They're all laughing," Matt gritted his teeth. "All smiling
and jumping and screaming around the house for finally erasing the stain from
the family's name."
They never approved of Matt's choices, and never supported
him. For that, Matt ended up at a dead-end job, earning barely enough money to
pay the rent and support himself. He barely had something to eat, and that was
discounting the other must haves of normal people. Health insurance. Friends.
Love interests. Proper families. 
Matt had none of those. He dreamed of a partner to cuddle up
at night and share stories, yet that dream was as far removed as the sky was
from his tiny jail cell. 
"I'm going to die in here. Or probably going to end up as
someone's sex toy." Matt laughed at that. "Freaking funny. Find love, before
love finds you! It's just the perfect scenario. Me, him, and the cold stone
under our butts," Matt slapped it thrice between fits of laughter.
"Ghmmmmhhhmmm!"
"Shut up weirdo," Matt scoffed. 
"Hrrrmm mmrrrr!" the moan returned with a growly edge to it.
"You're mad at me cause I'm laughing? Is that it?" 
"Mgrrr Mhmmm!"
A clink followed. Then footsteps. Heavy boots splashing on
the grime covered stone. Matt flattened himself on his cot and closed his eyes.
The wretch was still moaning. Good. Maybe they would take that one instead of
him. 
The footsteps stopped. Keys rattled onto the chain. Matt
frowned at their incessant jingling and blinked when they rammed into the lock.
Two clicks later, a metallic shrill followed. A cell just got opened. 
Matt froze. He became still and unyielding as the stone
below him. Calm, measured breaths to soothe the nerves boiling inside his
stomach. One by one the cells flung open, each shrill closer than the last.
Matt jerked when the keys jangled just behind his head.
Three twists, one pull, and a short, noisy shrill was all that separated him
from whatever got inside his little sanctuary. 
A throaty purr burst just above him.
Matt opened his eyes to the looming head of a feline. He
didn't know what to do or say. The cat tilted its head. It pushed a paw behind Matt's
head, grabbed him firmly by the back of his neck, and shoved him into a line of
unwashed men. 
"Ow! Careful with that," Matt rubbed from the savage grip.
"You speak?" the cat said in a throaty voice and frowned.
"I should be asking that question since you're the cat and
I'm the man, but-"
"Is good," the feline smiled, patting Matt's shoulder with
its padded hand. "Smarter human, better value. Master will be pleased."
"Wait. Who's master?" Matt frowned.
"Whoever bids higher."
"What the...is this like a slave drive?" Matt pointed towards
the humans around him. "That's what this is about? Making money off of us?"
The cat had trouble discerning those words. "Is good trade.
Pays good coin."
"Coins?"
"Yes," the feline fished a shiny silver from his waist
pouch. "This is coin."
Matt squinted his eyes. It had a lion head engraved on it,
along with symbols he didn't recognize. 
"I have plenty of coins like that," he smiled and pointed a
finger at the cat's pouch. "Have myself a sack twice as big."
Matt found himself with a hand around his crotch. "Doesn't
seem," the feline licked his whiskers, smiling mischievously.
"Not that sack. Coin," Matt rolled his eyes and approached
the cat's furred ear. "I'm talking about rivers of it. Free me, and I will make
you a rich man."
"Rrrr. Man," the feline licked behind Matt's ear and smiled.
"I like the taste of man, but I'm Rhangari. Hunter," he explained with a dip of
his fuzzy head. "Cannot own more than my master allows."
"That's bullshit, cat, and you know it," Matt said sternly.
"No shit here," he pushed Matt back. "You may talk and be
smarter than them, but still human."
"Come on. I'm nothing like these barbarians," Matt hissed.
"Just set me free and I'll prove it to you."
The feline lifted a paw and growled. The line of humans set
into motion.
"The heck did you do?"
"Wait for master to buy you. Is the only way for human," the
feline said, then walked at the back of the line.
Matt sighed. If being formally enslaved was the only way for
a man to make a living in this strange world, then he did not even want to
imagine what the other jobs were like. 
"Move, you mongrels. The master awaits!" a deeper voice
growled from the front of the line.
Matt fell into position. He walked slowly, one step ahead of
the other. The sound of bare feet on humid stone became an annoying, repetitive
song that replayed more often than the huffs and moans of his peers. Matt felt
someone's breath on the back of his neck. He was halfway tempted to turn around
and push the stinky wretch away before a black furred feline barked another order.
"Up, you stinky savages. You've got wits to climb some
stairs, don't you?"
Surprisingly, not all of them did. Two women from the front
tripped and fell, blocking the advance. They tried to crawl on their fours
along the steps, and when that failed, they resorted to helpless moans. 
Matt gulped. Another guard came to take the ladies away.
Where, Matt did not know. He was certainly not going back to the cells.
Instead, the guard took a tunnel that extended far into the depths of the
earth.
"What you lookin' at?"
Matt suddenly turned to his right. A pair of exposed fangs
greeted his eyes, gleaming with translucent strings of saliva. 
"I...I wasn't looking," he stuttered. 
"Walk," the white striped feline slapped his back so hard he
lurched into the man ahead of him. 
Matt coughed. He found stair steps underneath his jittery
legs and climbed as fast as the column allowed. The stone below his feet became
drier with each step. Matt climbed the last few steps, emerging in front of an
iron portcullis. Two felines were stationed on either side, directing the flow
of humans towards the room ahead.
And what a room that was. Matt never saw anything like it.
Ornate pillars rose around the pool in the middle, covered in runes and
pictograms of various beastmen. Matt squinted his eyes as he shuffled forward.
There was so much light spilling through the windows that he had to keep his
eyes constantly squeezed. He looked at the pillars again, noticing weapons and
armor on the beastmen. How evolved were they? Matt had little time to think
about such elaborate things while he was on the move. The line of humans walked
around the pool, then stopped.
"Straight," a pair of felines settled the humans into
position. "Back to the wall, head towards the pool."
Matt complied. He fell into ranks, letting his tingling arms
fall on either side. His palms were cold and sweaty, an unusual contrast to his
heated skin. It felt so hot in here. He shifted his weight from one foot to
another, stealing a quick gaze whenever the guards were distracted. There were
many tables laying around the sides, outmatched only by the number of curtains.
The owner loved to lavish in luxury. He had the silky material draped between
every pair of pillars. Wind blew along the cloth, flaring it. Matt loved the
kiss of the wind. It chilled his seething flesh and soothed the nerves along
with other senses.  The scent of aromatic
plants and cooked food was more than enticing after spending a day locked in a
damp, dark cell.
The doors suddenly burst open. Matt turned his head towards
a black, fine clothed feline escorted by two other companions. They were of a
lesser rank and status, judging by their hard leather outfits and shaggy grey
fur.
"Are these the humans?" 
"Aye," a servant rushed towards the boss. "We lined them up
and arranged them for your viewing pleasure."
The master frowned and walked towards his closest catch, a
long haired man with nothing to wear but a dirty strip of cloth around his
cock. He grabbed the stinky wretch and rubbed his fingers on the human's coarse
beard. 
"There's too much hair on this one, and it reeks. Show me
the others."
Matt turned his eyes away. The master. He saw him. Footsteps
followed. Matt chanced another peek. Sure enough, the three felines were
walking straight towards him. 
"What about this girl?" the retinue stopped in front of a
blonde at the servant's suggestion.
"Too skinny. Barely any meat to eat, least fuck," the master
grumbled his disappointment. "That one's more presentable."
"Which?" one guard asked.
"The boy," a clawed finger pointed straight at Matt. 
Matt avoided their gaze. They were so big, so fluffy, and so
intimidating! He stared at his bare feet when the master's equally bare paws
settled just a foot's length away from him. A paw dug in his neck, warm and furry.

"Yes...this one looks cleaner," the big black feline's breath
rolled over Matt's sweaty skin. "Even smells better than the rest."
"Shall I strip his clothing?"
"No," he waved his servant back. "I shall evaluate this one
on my own."
Matt froze. Literally. The master looked not only imposing,
but fancy too. His golden ear tufts had silver rings around them, his black fur
was clean and perfumed, and his attire screamed expensive. He wore polished
metal emblazoned with a flaming insignia, burned leather shoulder pads
decorated with a sort of shaggy fur Matt never saw before, and carried two
gleaming daggers strapped under his crimson scaled belt. 
And he touched. Matt closed his eyes and winced as the
master's padded fingers went around every bump and curve from the top of his
forehead to the slight cleft of his chin. 
"You like this one," the blue furred guard dipped his head.
"Yeah. There's a certain allure about the things he wears,"
the master tugged on the cloth once. "Where did you get this, boy?"
Matt opened his mouth to speak, but only a faint cough came through.
The felines bared their fangs. A strange hissing noise left their throats. Matt
thought they were about to get aggressive until they grabbed and squeezed into
each other. 
"I haven't heard that noise before," the blue one whispered.
"Knew he was a special one when I saw him. Amuse us, boy,"
the master licked his muzzle. "Make that glhhglghh sound again."
Matt closed his eyes. He gritted his teeth and squeezed
every muscle in his body. Then, he sighed, opening his eyes once more. "I don't
think I can, sir."
The cats drew back, eyes widening, tongues spitting with
spite and surprise. 
"Did I hear that well?"
"I think so, master. The human spoke."
"Aren't you the special sort?" the master purred with
delight. He approached, tail swishing "Tell me, human. Do you have a name?"
"Matt, sir."
"Sir?" the feline tilted his head, ears perked in confusion.
"It's a...a..." Matt licked his lips when the word failed to
grace his mouth. "It's a nice way to call those above your station."
"Mhm," he nodded once. "So you do know your place."
"I think I do," Matt said. He fidgeted a bit as the master
continued his exploration. His fingers haven't left anything untouched. He
prodded his chest, descended down his belly, and felt around Matt's belt and
jeans before settling on the bulge between his legs.
Matt held his breath. Making a scene was not only improper,
but dangerous. So he allowed the cat to rub and feel to his heart's contentment
despite the raging embarrassment boiling inside him. 
"Your equipment is intriguing."
"Many have said so, sir," Matt nodded his head with a smile.
The master too smiled, rubbing along the rim of his jeans.
"The material is exquisite. Where did you get this clothing?"
 That wasn't what Matt
expected to hear. He swirled his tongue inside his mouth and blinked several
times before answering.
"I bought them at a shopping mall, sir."
"Shopping mall? Any idea what that is?" the felines looked
at each other, sharing stares and lifting shoulders. 
The master seemed displeased with the lack of answers. He
approached his head, exposing just enough teeth to become threatening. "I'll
ask again. Your pants and your robe look very unusual. Where did you get them?"
Matt licked his lips. "Unity's Plaza. It's a Mall just
outside-"
He got slapped before he finished talking. The blow was so
hard that half his face went numb.
"You shouldn't damage the king's property, master."
"Shush. If there's one thing I detest more in this world, it
is to be lied. Straight into my face, nonetheless." 
The master grabbed Matt's neck and pushed his head so close,
his breath made the human gag.  "Now,
tell me the truth, fancy clothed scum."
"I...I am!" Matt blinked tears of fear from his eyes. "I
bought my clothes, just like you bought yours."
"I had them crafted!" the master shoved him hard against the
wall.
Matt quaked under the impact. He grabbed anything he found
behind, preventing his quivering legs from collapsing under him.
"You know what? I just realized I don't like this one," the
master gestured to two approaching servants. "Feroz. Aroz. Take my guest to
your chamber and fill his lying mouth with something of worth."
"Your word, our hands," the felines slapped their chests in
respect. 
The master left with a smile. "Throw him in his cell when
you're done, and please. No visible damage. The king would be quite displeased
if harm comes to any of his possessions."
Those last words dripped with venom. Making enemies was a
wrong move, and Matt was a feeling he was going to regret his stupidity. Why
couldn't he lie? Why? 
He asked himself that as the two panthers approached on
either side. Matt found himself grabbed by each of his arms and taken away from
the line. He shivered quite badly, his balance slipping every few steps. 
"He can barely walk, Fer."
"The master's words always bite deep. Hang on, boy. We got
you."
That meant carried. Matt didn't know what was more
embarrassing. To be lifted in a feline's arms like a woman, or have the other
flash toothy smiles at him. 
"He's kind of cute when you look at him like this."
"Oh, he is. And light too. Weights at least three times less
than your fat bum, brother."
Brother? Were they related? 
"You are a lot fatter than me."
"No I'm not!"
They started pawing at each other. Matt closed his eyes. He
had enough weirdness for the day. His mind just couldn't stomach more growls or
purrs or whatever these cats were doing. 
"Careful with your claws, lads," a guard winked as he passed
by. 
"We're always careful, Ranyr."
"You worry about that tail of yours. Come night, and I'm
coming to get it."
"Rhharhh!" Ranyr licked his fangs and went about his duties.

How cute. Somebody was going to get their arse stuffed. Matt
had a slight inclination to believe that was him. The panthers argued and
talked, yet their eyes always lingered upon his body. 
"What shall we do to you, little human?" one fondled his
foot, while the other touched around his arm.
"We can do so many things, but we'll let you pick."
Matt rolled his eyes at the two heads looming above him.
"Freeing me would be nice."
They both laughed. "We'll certainly free something."
"But it doesn't necessarily have to be you. Maybe on you,
but-"
"Don't spoil!" one of them hissed.
The other drew back. "I haven't said anything!"
"You implied it."
More laughs followed. Matt was left wondering until they
reached a scratched door. The free cat opened it, allowing his sibling to step
inside.
"Servant's quarters are not as fancy as the rest of the
house, but it should be something."
"Are you kidding?" Matt pointed at the bed. "That thing
alone is worth gold."
"Paid a few chips of bronze, actually," the cat walked
forward. "But feel free to enjoy."
Matt found himself vengefully disposed on the fluffy bed. He
fell with a yelp that turned into a groan, which slowly eased into a sigh once cushy
softness embraced his stiff muscles. 
"He seems to like it."
"Duuude. Are you serious?" Matt stretched his arms. "I slept
on bare rock for almost two days."
"That's inconvenient."
"Something so hard and resilient can make one a bit sore
after such a prolonged exposure."
"Harrrd," the other feline purred. "I can think of a few
hard things right now."
"The walls of this house," his brother intervened.
"The stone below our paws."
"The wooden table."
"The chair."
"The windows."
"My wet, throbbing cock..."
They slowly looked at each other. 
"Is it?" one of them inquired.
"Delightfully so. We should have a contest, dear brother of
mine."
"Oh, I love contests. What's inside that dirty mind of
yours?"
"Him."
"Nah, not me," Matt kicked away the arm that pointed at him.
"I'm quite bland, you know."
"No you aren't. The things you wear make you...unique."
"I stink!" Matt drawled. "Isn't worth to get those clean,
beautiful paws dirty, dear cat."
They shared another smile. "Oh, but we like dirty."
"We like it very, very much."
The two felines encroached upon Matt, each taking one side
of the bed. They crawled towards his head, sniffing and licking. Oh, they had
such lovely tongues. Matt found himself moaning like a silly puppy once that
moist flesh rubbed along his neck. The barbs were just wonderful, and the
saliva cleansed days worth of grime and sweat. Maybe being a slave wouldn't be
so bad, after all.
"Mrrr...he's quite tasty."
"Tasty indeed. I wonder if he needs all these clothes."
The felines purred and grabbed around his hoodie. Matt
caught both of their hands. "Pl-please... don't get cocky."
"Please what?"
"We aren't going to harm you, little human."
"It certainly seems like that," Matt shuddered.
"We just want to see you naked."
"And better appreciate this body of yours."
"I'm sorry. I just don't swing that way," Matt said with
firm shakes of his head. 
"Oh, you don't have to," one of them said. 
Matt groaned as the feline crawled all over him, jumping
right into his brother's embrace. They grabbed and licked all over each other's
mouths, purring and moaning affectionately. Matt averted his gaze several
times, yet he never kept his eyes away for more than a few seconds. Despite his
reluctance, he found himself attracted by their feral, simple minded nature.
The way they kissed and rubbed their crotches together broke so many rules in
Matt's book. Brothers were not supposed to get all horny with each other,
especially not in front of an audience.
Yet that's what exactly these felines did. They humped,
kissed, and grazed each other's fur with deliberate lust. 
"He's looking."
"Hss...I bet he likes what he sees."
"His eyes are so big and cute."
"Round, just like an otter's."
Matt blinked. Awareness returned to him in a shivering jolt
when a paw touched his chest.
"Wha...I wasn't looking, I swear!"
"We believe you," the cats shared another wet lick. "That's
why we have something special prepared for you."
Matt felt really embarrassed now. "Really guys...I'm not into
this slurpy purry kind of thing. I'm a proper man with proper tastes and
desires."
"A taste!" one of the brothers said excitedly.
"We should really give him one," the other added.
"And since master forbade any kind of physical punishment..."
"We will have to be very gentle with you."
Matt pulled his knees closer to his chest. He felt like he
might need it for what he was about to hear. "What the heck are you planning?"
"Oh, nothing big."
"I planned to ram that pretty ass of yours, but then my
brother came up with something better."
"Giving you a taste of our love."
Matt gulped hard. It felt like he swallowed a cock whole.
"I...I don't want that. No thanks."
Firm hands grabbed him. "You'll just assist us, really."
"We don't plan on mating you without your consent, human."
"Just giving you an opportunity to sample a bit of feline
felicity. We can make that a contest. My brother loves them."
"Oh yus, I do. Rules! There have to be rules!"
Matt slowly retreated towards the door while the felines
were busy with their planning. 
"Alright, we got it!"
Drat! Matt turned back with a fake smile draped over his
face. "Great! Who am I sucking?"
"Both of us!" The felines swished their tails excitedly. 
"I'm going to go inside first."
"Then I follow up, filling in just like the master
requested."
"And you can tell us who spends his seed quicker. Me, or my
brother."
"We know it's going to be you, Feroz."
"Tough break, fuzzy balls. You barely last three thrusts
inside me."
"Aaalright, don't start arguing," Matt sighed. "If I'm going
to really put a dick in my mouth, I prefer this to be quick rather than the
opposite."
"Great."
"We like it quick too."
They kissed, licked each other's muzzles, then looked back
at Matt.  "Any time you're ready."
Matt didn't expect the distinct honor of fondling their
privates. The two insisted on being undressed by the one doing the deed. So
Matt pulled down their pants in turns, then worked on the cloth strapped
around  their fuzzy crotch. He untied the
knot, allowing the bundle of cloth to slide freely along a feline's fuzzy leg. 
His musk hit Matt like a peeled onion. Unexpectedly swift,
and with lasting effect. He fought hard to suppress his cough and worked on his
brother. He was similarly erect, and far slimier than the first. His cock
jutted out before the cloth even fell, latching upon the material with its
wicked barbs.
"Pull it."
Matt did just that.
"Hrrhhh, not so fast!' the cat hissed. His member tensed and
throbbed, unleashing two squirts of pristine fluid that flew straight onto the
bed. Matt's eyes widened at the sight of the feline's flaring cock. It was so
spiny and pointy! Unlike a human's, it tapered towards the tip, making it look
like an upturned ice cream cone: wide at the base, slim at the top. Only that
this cone was flanked by an army of barbs. Most surrounded the head, flaring
out each time a surge of blood traveled through the cat's member. 
"You're dripping, brother."
"It's not...not as bad as it seems."
"You terrible liar. You are a second away from cumming!"
"I'm certainly not!"
Two hands grabbed Matt's head and turned it towards a
glistening, throbbing erection. "Take me, human. Give my brother a head start."
"That's unfair. Why should you spend more time inside him?"
"To make things fair," the cat poked Matt's nose. 
He drew back. The musk was savagely intense, not to mention
the warmth of his cock.
"Don't stare. Take me!" the feline poked Matt's cheek with another
wet prod.
Matt barely had the time to avoid the next hit. His brother
joined in, assaulting him from the other side. 
"Air is cold, whereas your mouth is warm and inviting."
"Mrrr...take us, human. Stop stalling."
"Ok, just...just give me a second," Matt said. He kneeled
before their throbbing cocks. Three deep breaths. That's all he took before he
pushed his head forward. He descended upon that hot feline rod with his cheeks
puffed and lips slightly opened. The rock hard cock penetrated his ring of
flesh in an instant. The cat thrust his hips forth, sinking into Matt's mouth
with a sharp cry. 
He wasn't as big and bad as he expected. With his breath
held and his tongue sliding just under the invading cock, Matt held his ground.  
"How does he feel?"
"So warm...so hot," the blissful feline moaned as he gently
thrust into his newfound sanctuary.
Matt grumbled when the second brother started thrusting
around his puffy lips. He scratched his cheeks with his cock, summoning a most
pestering itch. Matt scratched it. A moment of distraction was all it took for
the second feline to pierce inside his mouth. Matt's mouth widened in the same
manner as his eyes as a second throbbing erection joined its brethren. It entered
like a storm, rubbing and squirting its essence. 
Matt swallowed the load. He didn't care what it was. As long
as he held his breath, he could neither smell nor taste. Yet the felines were
feisty, and the sanctuary of his mouth too small to accommodate their throbbing
girths. Matt couldn't face them both at the same time, so he stuck his tongue
between them, separating the two cocks. The felines moaned at that. Each took a
side to hump. Surrounded by bare flesh, their cocks slid freely and nicely. Hot
squirts left the tip every so often. Most of the heated jets splashed against
his tongue, though a few sneaked into the human's exposed throat. Those were
the worst. Matt struggled to contain them, yet his throat was far too ticklish.
A particularly hefty spurt sent him way over the edge.
He coughed. Precious air shot out of his lungs. The need for
air became dire, and Matt couldn't help but take a deep breath. His sense of
smell returned with a vengeance. Strident tastes exploded in his mouth, strong
and pungent. Matt couldn't truly know how grime truly tasted until now, when he
found his cheeks stuffed with cat cock. Feline musk overpowered his senses,
making his eyes water and his throat gag and convulse. To make matters worse,
the brothers kept thrusting harder and faster. Matt's tongue was rubbed raw by
barbs from two separate sides. He kept there as long as he could, then pulled
below the enraged cocks. 
That's when the two spiky rods met. Barbs rubbed against
barbs, making for a slow, highly enjoyable caress. The felines couldn't resist
the burst of stimulation. Trapped inside a hot, flooded shelter, and with
spasming muscles contracting all around their bare cocks, their ability to
withhold their climax became impossible. They both sucked in a sharp breath and
tensed. Matt gripped their rock hard lengths and cupped their balls inside his
palms. They were squishy, fuzzy, and hard, just like their members. 
"Gaaah, this is too hot."
"I don't think I can last much longer..."
"I know. I'm just about to-"
"Haaaah!"
A torrent of gooey seed invaded Matt's mouth. He really had
no idea who burst first. Both cocks unloaded at once, sending ropes of fertile
semen down his spasming throat. He choked on the gooey stream as soon as it
came. His rasping cough sent droplets of semen all around the thrusting cocks. 
"Keep...keep it in."
"Don't spit!" the other brother hissed.
Matt squeezed their balls instead. He hoped a measure of
pain calmed the savage thrusting, but that only made matters worse. Stimulated
by the unexpected pain, the felines pushed as deep as they could. Matt squeezed
his eyes shut and took a deep breath through the nose. Acrid air traveled down
his nostrils. It wasn't his smartest choice. Matt choked halfway through. His
chest spasmed, sending his throat into another fit. 
The felines simply pushed hard inside his mouth, filling his
throat to the brim instead of bothering with words. It wasn't like Matt could
speak any. He had to swallow impressive amounts of cum just to keep breathing.
Fresh spurts of semen went down his throat, kindly supplied by the spasming
cocks. Cats throbbed hard, came hard, and, as luck had it, made their load hard
to swallow thanks to their barbed cocks. Matt focused hard to ignore the
unyielding tickling surging through his throbbing tongue. He got no break in
that regard. The felines pushed back and forth, milking their balls with unyielding
efficiency. 
Focus. That's what Matt needed. He needed to swallow just a
couple more gulps before this ordeal was over. He waited until enough
bittersweet semen filled his mouth, then sent it down his throat in one heavy
gulp. The sticky fluid felt like an orb as it traveled down his throat, leaving
his mouth weird and sticky. 
The felines eventually tapered off. Matt was relieved when
their cocks finally broke the siege. He spat out the rest of the cum, biting
back the urge to vomit. 
"You were a good pet," one of the cats crouched at his side.
"Warm and moist, just like a female," the other followed.
Matt didn't understand what they wanted until their barbed
tongues dashed around his lips. He smacked them shut, moaning and shaking his
head in revulsion.
"No?"
"Do you want to take back our cocks instead?"
Matt moaned. The two laughed and chuckled, continuing their
warm treatment. 
"Just relax, little human. We are not going to violate any
part of you."
"Unless you ask," the other twin added.
Matt just wanted to return to his cold, stony cell. He
voiced out his wishes to the felines. They were a bit disappointed to put an
end to their devious plan, but obeyed nonetheless. They took Matt through a
hidden passage and gently settled him on his stone made cot. 
"You be careful now, little human."
"Bidders will be arriving shortly. Clean yourself if you
have to, but avoid spending your seed. Certain masters like to test the
virility of their acquisitions before buying them."
"Mhm," Matt nodded. He stared at the wall until the two
felines left. He had enough of games, words, seed and otherwise. With a hand
propped against the wall, Matt lowered himself on his back and looked at the
cracked ceiling above.
"Bidders...I am going to be sold like a whore. But to whom?"
His mind went aflame with options. He shuffled through every
animal species he knew. Matt didn't care who bought him as long as it wasn't a
feline. A mouthful of their seed bred enough distaste to last him a month.  
***CLOSING COMMENTS***
Matt kind of drew the
unlucky ticket with those two. Or did he? Pleasuring two feisty felines surely
sounds like a better way to serve your sentence than be flogged or tortured. 
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