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Jarry was bored out of his mind, the tiny Fox swung his paws too and fro on the giant shelf. A few games left for him were scattered on the shelf, a deck of cards in a half finished game of solitaire, a pile of books his size about how to best polish paws and keep proper paw care. The fox looked up a photo plastered on the wall of his master Thomas' huge plush toes on display, his paw pads on display for the photo. Written like an autograph is a "will be back soon" inscribed with a tiny heart.

Jarry huffed to himself and looked down at the far far away floor. While the fox's brain found the height very unnerving, he wasn't afraid for his life. After all, Thomas the tiger was so kind to bestow him indestructibility before a rampart worship session. While it would hurt like hell, it wouldn't fatally wound the fox to fall that far. Indeed, the shelf was Jarry's prison, it was where his master would keep the six inch fox while he was out for the day. Eurgh, the fox hoped it was wash day. As terrible as the wash day was, he did smell very strongly of tiger toes. The image of last night, being smothered and surrounded by the feline's plush pads for hours while Thomas slept, sent shivers down Jarry's spine. He hoped that little session wouldn't happen a long while from now!

Growing bored of hanging on the edge, Jarry instead decides to use the only soft piece of furniture on the hard wooden shelf, a tiny little bean bag of what used to be a hackey sack toy. The fox oomph'd as he landed on the bag and looked up at the ceiling to contemplate for the next little while. At least he could stay in shape with the mousey wheel Thomas left on the shelf.

Just as Jarry started to drift to sleep, he heard the sounds of the front door open and close. 'oh great, Thomas is home' thought the fox in annoyance. He got up just in time for Thomas to enter the room, the great purple tiger grinned at his toy and gave Jarry a pet on the head with a large stubby index finger. He was sporting a muscle shirt and black shorts.

"Hey paw-slut! Did you miss me? I know you missed these..." and with a thud against his back from Thomas' finger, Jarry screamed as he was knocked off the shelf. Jarry wasn't ready for the fall, his body screamed in terror as he free fell down to the ground rapidly speeding up to meet him. Fortunately, Thomas' right foot-paw turned around to catch his toy. Jarry landed on the big paw pad with a audible slap and groaned. The tiger didn't seem to care, he simply bounced his dazed pet up and down on his paw.

"pretty cool trick huh? Hattset was teaching me a couple of tricks while I went to go visit her."

While Thomas chatted about what he did, he pushed Jarry between his two paws and idly grinded his paw-slut between his toes while he continued to talk. Jarry squirmed and tried to break free of this cruel torment, the air smelt quite strongly of Thomas' scent.

"oh boy, you think I'm cruel? You should see some of the things that vixen does! Seems like she comes up with a new game to play with her micros every week. Perhaps I should get you a fellow toy so I can have a set. Now... Give master a welcome home kiss like a good little slave...."

He lifted up his sole with Jarry's battered body before pushing it against his other sole's paw pad. Jarry groaned, it felt like his entire body was pressed against a rough texture that his small body sunk into. Nearly all light was blocked out and having no choice, he opened his mouth and gave his master's paw a lick, tasting it's slight salt taste in his mouth. A rub against his back told Jarry to keep going and so the paw-slave did. With each humiliating lick, more and more of the tiger's scent had made it into his mouth until it was filled with the brim with it. Thomas decided to torment his pet by smushing the fox's face between two of his large stubby toes, all the while his other paw would be rubbing between Jarry's legs to stimulate him. "mmm, I can feel it Jarry, you're all pent up and horny from my being my little paw pet, too bad you still can't cum. Not until you've been a very good pet..."

Jarry couldn't argue, The fox squirmed desperately to get out of toes pinning him down while badly wanting for fresh air. the air smelt overwhelmingly of the tiger's paws, that though were well kept and clean, still bore his scent. Thomas kept his paws very well groomed with the fox 'volunteering' to help keep them up to the tiger's high standards.

F,fuck, it didn't help that Thomas kept tormenting the fox, the big tiger's toe kept coming down to tease between the tiny fox's leg. It felt like rubbing his pelvis up against a warm, cushiony, and musky wall that only caused further groans from the fox as he was denied his orgasm once more. Thomas had decided to give him a chastity spell until he was a good slave, and every little movement was made to tease Jarry. "What's the matter little guy?" Thomas said as he continued to rub up against the fox's aching cock. "You need some release? To shoot your itty bitty tiny load against my overpowering toe? Well if you want some love, you're going to have to show your master some back."

It's been weeks and weeks of never ending teasing and Jarry finally caved in. Unable to handle anymore, he nodded "Fine, fine! Anything to get some relief at last" Jarry cried out. Thomas gave a confident smile, something which Jarry couldn't read into. Giving a few more encouraging rubs to the fox's aching cock, the tiger told him he was a good tiny slave. The feline's stubby fingers came down and picked up the foot sized fox (tiny compared to Thomas' paw length) from his entrapment. Appraising him for a moment, Thomas said "Well, if you want to cum yourself, you have to return the favour. " Jarry hung there limply, still smelling strongly of tiger paws while Thomas lowered his briefs. His proud tiger cock stayed in its sheath. "Rub me off and I'll give you what you oh so want."

Jarry looked up at the imposing sheath before him. The sheath was huge and giving it a good rub would require a great deal of effort on his part. Just being so close to the sheath radiated a heat and musk that filled the Fox's nostrils with hot air. Deciding he needed a better location before starting, Jarry climbed onto the furry balls, the skin sinking underneath his paws to which Thomas purred. Already, just the thought of forcing his slave to masturbate him had caused his sheath to bulge. Jarry prepared himself and bear hugged the sheath, his muzzle unfortunately was pressed right against the entrance. Hoping to get it over with, the fox stroked up and down on the furry package, the sounds of blood pumping and cum churning in those testicles was audible to a micro so close to them. The fox lowered his ears and tried to ignore them, instead focusing on his goal. It was brutal work, his arms acting like a living o ring for the tiger, but it did the trick. Soon his cock flopped out and landed straight on the fox!

Jarry nearly toppled over as the huge slab of meat landed on him, the terribly strong smell of tiger cock filled his nostrils. Jarry grabbed the huge cock and lifted it up, the effort was causing him to exert himself.

"What a surprise Jarry! This is a workout too, we could add this to our workout routine! I'll think of a catchy name." Jarry winced as Thomas teased him, the fox grunting as he tried to stroke the massive barbed cock. It was immensely challenging, the heat radiating off Thomas' cock did not help to cool down Jarry. Already a sheen of sweat overwhelmed the micro as he rubbed a cock just as big as he was, the ground underneath him proving to be just as much a burden as the cock itself.

Jarry didn't understand what Thomas was getting out of this! There was no way Jarry was doing a job Thomas couldn't do much better himself. Thomas simply purred and looked down at his slave with amusement, his large toes wiggling back and forth in the far background.

Something trickled down Jarry's head and caused him to shiver at the added heat. He looked up just to be splatted in the face by the tiger's pre. Jarry coughed out in disgust, the slimy liquid had sprayed into his mouth and filled it with the taste of pre and lubricated the cock to a slippery degree. Jarry couldn't get a good grip on it anymore! Soon the fox was just as pre coated as the cock was and his efforts to keep a grip on the cock failed. The ground finally got him and the fox slipped, the cock coming down to greet his fall between Thomas' sheath and shaft. Jarry landed with a soft squish and screamed into the cock, his slimy hands and paws were unable to get a good grip on the cock and pull it off him!

"Aww, look at you! Defeated by my own limp cock! I didn't even have to do anything. Guess you're not suited to cock masturbation huh? Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get better at it in time... for now, I'll bring you back to your natural habitat and give you a reward!" Thomas' large digits slipped underneath his cock and plucked Jarry out from underneath, a trail of pre coated the fox as he was dragged to Thomas' huge paws and dropped. The fox landed with a wet plop between Thomas' pads, the tiger wiggling them in bliss. "Ooooh! You feel much better coated in pre, I'm definitely looking forward to repeating that.

With Jarry safely in place, Thomas moved one large toe and pushed his pad against the fox. Jarry was surrounded once more by the smell of paws, now overwhelming with the fresh air gone. The pad found its mark and started to rub up and down against the fox's crotch with expert precision. Jarry could tell this was different and moaned out against the toe, his cock quickly brought up to a throbbing erection. As much as he hated it, Thomas was going to make him cum by paw pad, not by the fox's own body! He couldn't hold it any longer and trembled as he shot his load over that large pad, coating it in his load. Sensing that his slave had cummed, Thomas brought out his paw for inspection.

"Daww, look at your cum, there's a lot of it for such a itty bitty slave! I knew you loved my paw, that's why you're my paw slut after all. Now clean." Jarry, still trying to get over the haze of finally shooting his load, had the paw pad brought close to his face. The fox looked up at the huge looming pad and needed a good grip to clean his residue off it. It was something he wasn't keen about doing, but he had a feeling he'd need to play nice if he was going to get another climax anytime soon. Withing moments, Thomas felt a small tongue slurp up and down his pad. Jarry's mouth soon was filled with a salty taste mixed in with his own cum. His tongue tingled as he struggled to clean the whole pad of his mess.

After a few moments of the humiliating experience, Thomas' pad was clean, gleaming from his slave's tongue pad. The tiger chuckled and brought his paw up for inspection. "Good job my slave, you're learning! But I'm feeling lazy, how about we go have some fun?" Before Jarry could ask, Thomas closed his toes together and trapped the fox in a prison of tiger paws. The fox tried to push at the toes to break free of the oppressive smell but Thomas held firm, Jarry felt a massive falling experience before a crash that caused his body to vibrate from the land. It stunned him and he barely had a moment to recover before he was rushed through the darkness and landed again with a rough vibration. Rays of light shone through the tiger's cage, but Jarry couldn't get close enough to see where Thomas was going.

Again and again, Jarry was treated to the jarring experience, Rise, free-fall, intense vibrations. Where was Thomas going?! The fox had no idea. All of a sudden, Jarry was brought high up but there was no fall afterwards. Before Jarry could recollect his senses, the tiger's toes opened up and the ground gave way underneath the fox. He couldn't grab anything and slipped out of the paw to a terrifying free fall. Jarry screamed as he fell through the air, the air a loud noise as the ground rushed up to meet him.

Splat! Jarry hit the rough service with a hard splat and groaned out from the fall. Nothing was broken, but it was still a very painful fall. Trying to collect his senses, Jarry tried to make sense of where he was, the black terrain underneath him felt familiar. Where was he? Then it hit him like a rock and the fox cursed before getting up.

He was on a treadmill, Thomas' treadmill. He was trapped between the makeshift walls the tiger made on his tread mill and the tiger's paws looming threateningly behind him. Far away, he heard the booming sounds of the tiger's voice. "It's time to start our workout!" That was the warning he gave before the treadmill started with a slow crawl. Thomas started a casual walk, his paws going up and down on the machine. Jarry gasped and got up quickly before he lost too much ground to Thomas, even on the slow pace it was a jog for the fox to keep away from Thomas! This treadmill workout definitely made Jarry considerably fitter....

"Remember Jarry! If you survive half an hour on the machine, I'll grant you your freedom..." Thomas teased him from up above. They both knew it was an impossible goal but it was a glimmer of hope Jarry couldn't resist. The fox and the tiger started a steady pace, he just had to stay away from those paws for half an hour and he'll get the freedom he wants!

But it wouldn't be long before Thomas started to ramp up the speed, Jarry had to compensate and run faster where as Thomas was only a brisk walking pace. The tiger's large paws came down with a big flop each time, reminding Jarry of their intimidating presence. Again, the speed picked up again and again until Thomas started to jog and Jarry was out for a full sprint. Thomas' paws now smashed behind Jarry, spurring fear and inspiring the micro to run as fast as he could away from the gaining paws

Huff, Huff Huff, Jarry was running low on fumes. He had been sprinting for what felt like an endless time and he couldn't keep it up. His legs started to feel like jelly and his lungs screamed in pain! He had to keep going, he just had to, freedom was at the end of his sprint. Thomas didn't say what the time was but Jarry knew he had to be close, it felt like an agonizingly long time!

Jarry stumbled, the fox tripped on his own paw and came crashing down to the rough texture of the treadmill. He didn't have time to get up before Thomas' huge paw came crashing down onto him, The fox's screams muffled by the huge enveloping foot. Thomas had started to sweat, a nightmarish scenario for Jarry for he stuck to Thomas' paw like glue! Thomas didn't stop and kept running, constantly smushing his slave up and down against that tread mill. The oppressive heat trapped to the fox only grew worse by the moment and the powerful musk grew stronger as he was smushed again and again under the tiger, the pad squishing against him before lifting him up to repeat the process.

Finally, Thomas ended the run. Thirty minutes beeped on the machine and the tiger stretched his muscles. Reaching underneath his left paw, he plucked the sweaty fox from his hiding hole and held him up to the light. "Hey that was your best! A whole six minutes you lasted. Keep it up and you might actually last for a whole seven minutes, dare we dream of double digits?" Jarry was horrified and his hopes were dashed, there was no way he'd to that fabled thirty minutes!

Sensing the despair in his little fox toy, Thomas slipped the fox on his muzzle and looked up at his tiny nude form. "Oh I'm sorry Jarry, I'm certain you'll get into double digits one day! Now tell you what, why don't we go take a bath? I'll even let you scrub my paws this time."

Jarry sighed, well that was true, at least the fox would clean himself. Nodding was all it took for the tiger to eagerly take the two of them to the bath for a well deserved bath....