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The door swung open and Damien stood at the threshold of his new home, an expression of pure excitement shining through. After waiting 3 years after high school, the young human finally made it to college. The 6 foot tall human wore a backpack with a laptop hanging from his shoulder. In one hand he held the handle of a large suitcase on wheels with a small bag on top and in the other was a bag containing a few essential items, everything he needed to start college life. He wore a thin, gray jacket with a snake pattern along the back and along the left arm. The coloration changed to a light blue near the bottom and sea green on the inside. The front opened up to reveal a plain white shirt underneath. He wore plain gray slacks with tears along the right knee and up the front of the left thigh. His attire finished out with a pair of tight, black boots. His hair was long down the back going all the way to his hips, bangs covering half of his face, and some stray strands resting on his chest. He had sea green and turquoise highlights, the latter matched the color of his irises. To finish the ascetic, he had a single ring piercing on his lower lip. Damien was lithe, but had some musculature showing through his tight pants and undershirt.

As a human, he was a little taller than average, but here at this university he knew he'd be among the runts of the student body, especially given that over 90% of that body consists of anthropomorphic animals, many of them quite a bit larger than himself. He didn't mind and in fact choose this school specifically because of its large anthro population. While his choice of college may have turned a few heads, what got most people curious was his choice of dorms, specifically that it's designated exclusively for large cats. While the administration was willing to allow this exemption, as they had no reason to refuse, it still remained a curiosity since pretty much all humans chose to house in the human designated dorms.

But not Damien. He was right where he wanted to be. The door to the dorm room opened directly into a living room with a large couch facing a wall-mounted TV with a coffee table right in front and two more couches on either side. To the left was a small kitchen with a wooden island and plenty of dishes and utensils. Directly to the right was the door to the bathroom and less than halfway down each wall were two doors to individual bedrooms for housing two people. He looked to the right side and saw the number 2. He'd found his new dwelling.

As Damien passed through the archway, he noticed the doors were designed with a slightly taller and thicker frame, more ideal for larger denizens than himself, but he was used to it. He radiated an exuberance at everything he saw, the closets, the beds, the study desks, the chest of drawers. He was so excited to get situated and enthusiastic to meet his new roommate. He set his suitcase next the closet, placed the laptop on his bed, and set the bag and his backpack on the floor, staring out the window at the campus. He finally made it and he couldn't wait to get started.

He began unpacking his backpack, pulling out the textbooks and notebooks he'd picked up for his first year classes. He was so entranced by the prospect of college life that he failed to notice his new roommate enter the room. Although he managed to evade detection, the incoming individual was no small creature. Standing behind the human was a broad-shouldered, muscular lion standing a good foot taller than Damien. The lion's fur color was a typical light golden brown with a noticeable patch of cream on the underside of his tail, which was exceptionally long and sported a group of five golden rings near the tuft at the end. His mane was a darker brown and contained numerous braids throughout. He wore clean dark gray pants and a long-sleeve dress shirt with dark gray sleeves and a button-up vest for the torso. It was accessorized with a cape containing decorative markings and clasped together by a gold chain. He had a single piercing on his left ear and a gold bracelet on his left wrist. Unlike Damien, this feline was large, bulky, and fit, the build of a gym rat.

He spotted his roommate, ready to say hi, but stopped dead silent as he realized his bunk mate was not another feline as expected. His heart beat quickly at the sight of the human, a not unwelcome surprise for the feline. His lythe frame and unique hairstyle immediately brought thoughts of a sexual nature to the cat's mind, thoughts he had to repress to avoid embarrassing himself. Although he knew relationships with humans were common, he worried his reputation might suffer should he engage in such amorous activities. Hence, he didn't want to give the human reason to believe he had a thing for him should he decide to divulge such speculation.

The lion did wonder why a human would be rooming with someone like him. A human at a mostly anthro school is understandable, but a human rooming in an exclusively feline dorm is almost unheard of. Although, as the feline considered the possibilities, he came to the conclusion that a human would probably want to room with anthros if he were hoping to start a relationship with one of them. If the human did have a preference for anthros, the feline figured he might be able to coax an admission out of him without revealing his own preferences. That way, he could give the human exactly what he wanted and get exactly what he wants without giving away his own human kink.

A devious smile crept on the lion's face before he subdued it, deciding it was time to set his plan into motion. The lion tossed a large suitcase on the bed opposite Damien's, startling the small man who looked back and grinned happily at the tall feline.

“Hey! How's it going? I'm Damien, you're new roommate.” The human stood up and held up his hand for a shake, brimming with friendliness.

The lion simply stared back, his eyes cold and disinterested. “The name's Serkan. Remember it.” He spoke in a commanding voice as he walked passed Damien, ignoring the gesture as he tossed a large backpack on the bed next to his suitcase. “So, a human at an anthro university rooming with a lion.”

Damien chuckled nervously, dropping his hand, but maintaining that overly friendly demeanor. “Yeah. I know it's unorthodox, but... I just prefer being around big cats. I feel more at home.”

Serkan grinned with interest, then quickly went back to his disinterested expression. He turned back to face Damien, placing his hands on his hips, his tail twitching behind him. “Unorthodox, huh?” He scoffed. “If I knew I'd be rooming with a human, I'd have asked for a different room.”

Damien's smile faded. “What?”

“What? What do you mean 'what?' I'd have to deal with your scent the entire time and, well, lion's aren't kittens, little man. We can be quite frightening and if something happens and I get angry, I might inadvertently frighten you, which could get me in trouble. And I'm not interested in risking my education over the sensitivities of a weak human.”

“Whoa! Wait a second! Weak? Frightened? Who says I'd be frightened? I wouldn't have asked to room here if it's not where I wanted to be.”

“Really? What makes you think you belong here?”

“Because I've lived my entire life around anthros. This is where I'm most comfortable. I promise, I won't get scared and I won't get you in trouble.”

The feline rubbed his chin, furrowing his brow in thought. “Eh, I don't know. I mean, you say you asked to room here and that you're most comfortable around felines, but how do I know I can trust you?”

“I know I'm not a big cat, but I will do anything to show you that I belong here.”

Serkan crossed his arms. “All right. I'll give you a chance, but you're gonna have to do certain services for me.”

Damien furrowed a brow in confusion. “S- services?”

“It's either that or find somewhere else to stay.”

“No, no! I'll do it. Whatever you want, I'll do it.” Desperation was evident in the human's tone.

Serkan cracked a smile, but hid it quickly. “Fine.” He stepped over to his luggage laying on the bed. “I've got my clothes, school supplies, and everything else in these bags. I'm gonna get something to eat and while I'm doing that, I want you to unpack everything and put it away. Make sure it's well organized.” Damien once again looked on in confusion. “Get to it!” Serkan commanded before turning to head to the kitchen. “Oh, except for a jockstrap, a pair of shorts, and a towel. I'm gonna head to the gym in a bit.”

Serken left the room, a huge, manipulative grin plastered on his face as his back was turned to his new servant. Damien watched the tall lion leave, sighing to himself as his hopes of becoming friends with his roommate required more work than he'd anticipated. But, not wanting to let the lion think less of him, he relented to his task and proceeded to do as Serkan bid, unpacking, organizing, and stowing his various clothes, school materials, and other essential items.

About 45 minutes went by at which point Serkan had sat down to watch TV and eat a sandwhich, a fruit salad, and some chips. After letting to food settle, the large cat stood up and went back to his room where Damien was finishing putting his own stuff away. He'd already finished hanging his shirts and coats, packing away his pants and underwear, all of which were neatly folded, and took all of his toiletries to the bathroom. He'd pretty much finished getting himself packed when his large roommate came back in, patting his belly in satisfaction.

“All right. Got that taken care of, now it's time to burn it off.” He exclaimed, Damien standing at attention to the lion's presence in an almost instinctive reaction. He checked his chest of drawers next to the bed and their shared closet and saw all his stuff inside. “Mm, nice. Good work. Did you- Good.” He stopped short when he spotted the three things he told the human to leave out.

“Yeah, I left them out, as you said. Now, how long are... you... planning...” Damien trailed off as Serkan began to undress right in front of him, unclasping his cape and stripping off his shirt, leaving his torso bear. He openly showed off his toned physique to the human, his bulging muscles, his rock-hard abs, with the cream color at the base of his tail covering his chest and stomach and stretching out along the underside of his arms.

“What?” The lion asked, proceeding to remove his pants, his lack of modesty making the human blush and heat up at the sight before him.

“Um... uh... how long are you planning on working out. I was gonna go see if I could-”

“You're coming with me.” Damien looked shocked. “I need someone to hold my towel and my water bottle while I work out. That's your next job for me.” Damien was about to say something, but his words caught in his throat as the lion discarded his pants, leaving him in his briefs which were quickly removed as well. The feline was completely nude, his giant sheath and massive testicles prominently on display. The cream color continued down his crotch and along the insides of his legs down to his feet.

He grabbed the plain white jockstrap the human had picked out and slipped it on, eventually hiding his male pride behind a massive bulge of cloth. He turned around, pointing his naked ass at Damien, making the human gasp silently at the golden brown rocks with a thick tail hanging in between. He lifted his tail and turned to look at Damien, “Get the clasp for my tail.”

Damien swallowed the building saliva and nervously stepped up to the almost bare naked feline, doing as bid and connecting the strap on the back of his jockstrap so it encapsulated his tail base. He got a quick feel of the posterior appendage and it was solid and tough, an intimidating feature. The human quickly stood back as Serkan donned a pair of crimson shorts with a black waistband and turned to face Damien. “All right, come on. I wanna get a nice workout in before evening.” The lion led the way out of the dorm room with the human abashedly following behind him, the primate unable to get the image of a large, naked lion out of his mind.

It had only been about a half an hour and the lion was already building up a sweat, but didn't seem anywhere near close to getting fatigued. Whatever exercise Serkan performed, Damien was right there with a large water bottle and towel that he'd toss to the lion whenever he demanded it. He might've gotten bored if not for the fact that watching the feline lift weights was rather impressive. Still shirtless, his entire body bulged as he lifted, straining his muscles even if he wasn't putting in 100% effort. At the moment, he was deadlifting and managed to do several reps of 900 lbs easily, making the human feel much more insignificant by comparison. As he'd been doing for the last half hour, after Serkan finished, he dropped the bar, his fur glistening with sweat with small patches matted down.

He snapped his fingers at Damien. “Water!” The human handed the lion the bottle, from which he took a large chug, but not drinking too much. He handed the bottle back to Damien. “Towel!” Damien tossed him the towel and Serkan patted himself down, matting down his fur coat more and letting the cotton rag soak up his perspiration. The lion haphazardly tossed it at Damien, catching him in the face. Damien pulled the towel down, scowling at Serkan as he inadvertently huffed the lion's budding musk. Unexpectedly, the human didn't find the sweaty scent objectionable, but rather interesting, enjoyable, even possibly arousing. Damien eyed Serkan as he continued his workout, watching with renewed intrigue.

They arrived back at the dorm two hours later and by then their other roommates had arrived and made themselves at home. Serkan entered first, eyeing the two felines sitting on the couch and conversing with each other before turning their attention to the lion. On the left side sat a black-furred lynx with gray spots, a patch of white under the chin that spread out down his chest which remained hidden under a red T-shirt with their school letters on it. He had blue eyes and short, white strips of fur that curved from his eyes down his jawbone like a sickle to his neck. He sat with one arm hanging over the edge of the couch, his fingers covered in white fur with black fur covering the rest. On the right was a cheetah, his fur colors more typical of his species, yellow with black spots. The hair on top of his head had the same coloration and had grown out and he wore it like a hedgehog, spiky with bangs hanging in front of his face. The fur from his nose to his cheeks and down his neck and chest was cream colored and obvious as he only wore a blue tank-top. He had a purple collar with a bright-red gem in the center, his tail hung over the edge of the couch, and his eyes had golden irises. They both had the same frame: athletic and muscular.

They stopped chatting and glanced at Serkan as he entered, the three felines smiling amiably at each other. “Oh, hey. You the other roommates?”

“Yep,” replied the lynx. “I'm Kavi.”

“Hey! I'm Kansan,” the cheetah added.

“Serkan. Nice to meet you guys.”

Damien entered the room shortly after holding the empty water bottle and the towel drenched in sweat and diffusing a dense mist of lion musk. “Hey!” the cheetah acknowledged the human with a grin.

“Oh, hey!” Damien replied. “I'm Damien. Nice to meet you.”

“Oh yeah, this is... our other roommate.” Serkan spoke with a disappointed tone.

“No shit!” Kavi responded. “We have a human rooming with us?”

“Maybe. Depends on how he performs.” Serkan, still sounding dismayed, cocked his eyebrows at his fellow felines. They reacted with surprise. “All right, come on, Dame. I gotta find something decent to change into.” He looked back at Kavi and Kansan. “I'll see you guys in a bit.”

They nodded at the lion who proceeded towards his bedroom. Damien stepped up to the lynx and cheetah, smiling gleefully. “Hey! When we get a chance, I'd really like to get to know-”

“Damien! Come on. You can talk later.”

“Right. Excuse me.”

Damien hurried after Serkan into the bedroom. After he was gone, the two smaller cats looked at each other with amusement at the situation. “Damn! Never thought I'd see a human rooming with a bunch of cats,” Kavi stated.

“Yeah. Lucky guy,” Kansan replied, the cheetah twitching his tail. “That lion is hot. You see those muscles?”

“Mm-hm.” The lynx started purring and Kansan followed suit. “You think the human has a thing for him?”

“I know I do.”

Kavi chuckled. “I mean, why else would he choose to be here?”

“Eh, good point. Small human bunking with a bunch of large cats. The way he follows that lion around like a pet.” The two gave each other salacious looks and laughed.

In the bedroom, Serkan immediately stripped off his gym shorts, giving Damien another clear shot of his well-toned ass as the human, despite his discomfort, couldn't help but stare. The air was stale with the scent of the lion's odor having been precipitated by an extended workout and profound sweating. Damien cleared his throat and shuffled nervously, wanting to speak but worried he might offend Serkan. “Um... if that's all for now, I was hoping I could get something to eat. I haven't eaten since lunch and-”

*sniff* *sniff* “Ugh!” the lion exclaimed after huffing his own armpit stench. “Man, I am ripe. I need a shower bad. What do you think?” Serkan pretended not to hear, hoping to stimulate the human with everything his body could muster until he couldn't hold back any longer and had to have the lion take him right then and there. Serkan turned towards Damien who was starting to look a bit anxious to get away for a moment, until the feline dropped his jockstrap, again leaving himself nude for the human to stare at. Damien lost his train of thought for a moment as his eyes once again gazed at the giant feline package between Serkan's legs. The fur was matted and glistening and Damien could smell the acerbic aroma of his crotch from right where he was.

“Uh... yeah, I think a shower would be a good idea.”

Serkan scoffed and threw up his arms. “How can you tell?” Damien looked back quizzically. “No, I want you to get a real good whiff of my scent. I want you to bury your nose in my sheath and tell me how funky I am. That's the only way you can really tell.”

Damien's eyes shot open, utterly dumbfounded by the cat's request. He'd never sniffed another feline's crotch or any anthro's before, but now he was expected to by a man he'd only met a few hours ago who doesn't even think of him as equal in his eyes. Damien swallowed nervously and looked back into the lion's eyes. Serkan cocked his eyebrow and nodded down at his groin. “Come on, human. I want to know what you think.”

Damien looked back towards the door, which remained ajar, and heard Kavi and Kansan talking, so they probably couldn't tell what was going on in the room. Seeing no recourse if he wanted to be on Serkan's good side, he reluctantly dropped to his knees and shuffled forward, a mere foot away from cat crotch. He hesitated, eyeing the furry scabbard with the trapped member inside and dangling scrotum below. Serkan, both getting somewhat impatient and eager, grabbed Damien by the back of the head and shoved him face first into his crotch. “Come on, time's a wastin.” Damien's heart beat furiously as his nose and mouth suddenly became full of dirty, sweaty lion fur. Damien could no longer control the inhalation of Serkan's scent and soon his nostrils were filled with the acute, potent musk of the lion's sweaty sheath. Damien brought his hands up to Serkan's giant thighs and tried pushing away, awash in both humiliation and disgust. Serkan, on the other hand, ignored the human's attempts figuring he was giving Damien exactly what he wanted, even if he wouldn't admit it yet. He smiled cockily to himself.

After several unwilling lung-fulls of Serkan's crotch sweat, the lion released his grip and Damien pulled away from the emasculating position. He coughed several times as he breathed in through his mouth, trying to fill his lungs with less-tainted air. “See, pretty vile, huh?”

Damien nodded furiously. “Yes, sir. Very *cough* smelly.”

“Then we both can agree. I need a shower. Grab a clean towel and follow me into the bathroom.”

Damien looked back with concern. “Wh- what?”

“I need someone to dry me off after I'm done.”

As Serkan left the room naked with the other two felines still in the living room, Damien began to wonder if this was how he acted back home. Did he have servants? Did he walk around naked? Did he act this entitled to everyone? Such questions couldn't distract him from the smell still lingering in his nostrils, a foul odor that made Damien hold his nose in disgust and, curiously, his crotch tingle with excitement. Despite how gross he found the encounter, he couldn't deny he also found it alluring and would be lying if he said he didn't want to bury his face in the smelly crotch and get another whiff.

Damien did as told after leaving the room, grabbing a towel from a nearby pantry and following the lion into the bathroom. As that happened, Kavi and Kansan look on in stunned silence as their new roommate, known only for minutes, walked out completely nude, reeking of sweat, with his human servant following behind with a towel. After the door shut, the two felines stared at each other and after a pause displayed grins of enjoyment before snickering to each other.

In the bathroom, Damien sat on the toilet for 20 minutes waiting for Serkan to wash himself. He knew anthro mammals took longer to shampoo their coats, but it didn't make it any less tedious. Once finished, Damien heard Serkan shake off as much water as he could before pulling the drape back, revealing a panthera member utterly soaked, his mane drooping with a long stream of water cascading off the end. Damien was tempted to laugh, but then he spoke in his deep voice. “All right, human,” he said stepping out of the shower onto a mat on the floor. “Dry me off.”

Serkan held his arms up, water droplets slowly dribbling from various points where the clumped fur pinch off. Damien stood up and began wiping down the tall anthro, starting with his head and mane, then moving down his back, his arms, and his chest. As he performed his task, Damien admired the feel of Serkan's body with his magnificent and beautiful mane, his ridged back, his stocky arms, and his bulging chest. His body was hard like stone, but the soft fur made it more comfortable and enjoyable to touch.

Serkan kept his eyes closed for much of the drying process, but cocked one open to stare back at Damien as he reached his abs. He smiled at the human, watching him with sensual interest as his dream of being felt up by a Homo sapien was starting to come true. As Damien reached his sheath, though, Serkan felt a tingle in his crotch from an upcoming arousal and, not wanting to look foolish in front of his target, shut his eyes and concentrated hard to think of something other than the human drying his junk.

It was too late to keep the tip from poking out as Damien noticed, eyeing the feline tip escape the confines of its scabbard. He had seen feline penises before, but never touched one and was tempted to reach out and try it, but that wasn't his place. Serkan ordered him dried off and that's what he needed to do. As he moved to dry off the boulders Serkan calls his gluts, Damien thought about what other services Serkan might ask of him and ideas that came to mind made Damien blush and his stomach flutter. After seeing the tip of his penis and getting a strong whiff of his scent, Damien began to wonder if Serkan would need to order him to do such things or if Damien would be the one to request it.

Damien moved down the tail, dragging the towel along and squeegeeing the water off the long, thick appendage, fluffing up the tuft at the end. After that, he finished by dragging the towel down his massive legs, running through every crease and over every bump, finding immense joy in the process. He got to his feet and Serkan lifted one paw up so Damien could dry it out, making sure to get in between the toes, rubbing over the rough pawpads, then moving on to the other foot. Now that he was finished, the two returned to their room leaving the towel in a nearby hamper.

Damien stretched and groaned as he followed Serkan back to their shared space. “Is there anything else you need, sir? I'm really starting to get hungry. And, I need to get ready for orientation tomorrow.”

Serkan smiled and this time he didn't try to hide it. “Yes, yes. You can get something to eat. But I have just one more thing for you to do.” The lion had gone to the dresser next to the bed and pulled out a large brush that he held up for Damien to see, something the human noticed when he was putting the feline's stuff away. “I need you to brush me.”

With a light sigh, Damien stepped forward and grabbed the brush. “Yes, sir.”

“You don't want me looking like a cat that just got electrocuted.”

“No, sir.”

Serkan stood tall and held his arms out for Damien to begin brushing his fur down. Damien stepped up and tried to begin at the top of Serkan's head, but his height advantage made it difficult. After a few attempts that had the lion snickering to himself, Damien gave the feline a vexed look. “Oh, right. Short human, needs help.” Serkan got down on one knee. “Oh, it's not your fault you don't have my towering height.” Damien was getting more annoyed with the lion, but held his tongue and stepped up to begin brushing, but Serkan held up a paw. “Oh, uh... careful of the braids.

Damien nodded and began combing through Serkan's fur, starting with his mane. He moved through the thick fur and among the various laces until the thick bush was nice and straight. Serkan's fur was still damp, making combing a little difficult, but Damien didn't really care. He wanted to get it done as soon as possible. He did Serkan's face as well, garnering soft growls of pleasure from the feline. Damien knew full well how big cats tried to purr and even in his annoyance, he found the audible display charming.

He continued down Serkan's neck and did the arms, following the shoulders down the biceps and triceps, down the forearms, the wrists, and finally the hands. He moved to the chest, at first only concerned with straightening out the grandiose coat so it wasn't matted or jumbled, but soon he began to find the act of smoothing a muscular body covered in fuzz comforting, even meditative. He'd been close to anthros before, but never this close nor this meticulously and the more he combed through Serkan's body, the more enthralling he found it. As he moved down the feline's chest to his abdomen, his brushes slowed a bit, an appreciable shift in pace that Serkan noticed and grinned at in response.

Damien continued along the sides, getting under his pits and down his waist, then to his back until he got to the tail. He took longer than necessary to brush the base, enthused by the sheer awesomeness of such a limb. He did the length and came back and ran the brush over his thick, meaty orbs at the top of his legs, the process taking even longer due to his infatuation with the masculine rear. After enjoying a short vacation at Serkan's rump, Damien finally moved down his meaty legs, exploring every crack and every crevice, until he reached his hindpaws. With that done, he finished off by going back up to Serkan's groin, combing in between his legs, along the swinging orbs, and through his bulging sheath. The act was especially arousing and the human was feeling his own pants getting tighter.

With the cat's coat now smooth and flowing, Damien stood up, heart beating quickly due to a confusing reaction to brushing an anthro lion's naked body. “All done, sir.”

Serkan stared down at the human, a wide grin on his muzzle. “Oh, good work,” he said before running his paws through his fur. As the lion looked back at the human, he saw in his face an expression of satisfaction, he could practically smell the primate's pheromones. He got to touch every inch of the lion's body. Serkan figured this had to be enough to get Damien to fess up and admit his attraction to anthros.

“So, is that it? Can I go eat now?” Damien asked holding the brush up to Serkan. The reaction made Serkan want to verbally curse and he had trouble holding his smile, trying not to react negatively and pretend he was satisfied.

The lion grabbed the brush quickly and nodded. “Yes, that's it. That's all I need for now.” His demeanor changed then and he stared back with a serious expression. “But trust me, I'll have more tasks for you. I need to make sure you're not gonna go crying to student services about the mean, old, scary lion.”

Damien sighed and nodded before excusing himself. He felt his heart skip a beat, still reeling from the cat's domineering frame and dominating personality. Although he knew the lion wasn't interested, Damien was starting to wonder if he was enjoying serving the lion. As he walked out, Serkan mumbled under his breath, dismayed that his furless roommate didn't give any indication that he wanted something more than what the lion was giving him. As the failure of the single day's attempts stung hard, he began to formulate new ideas that might push the human over the edge.

The next day was a hot one and the dorm rooms weren't known for their insulation. Hence, Serkan was lying in bed, face up, completely naked, with his head resting in his arms. His fur was glistening as sweat was forming, his legs were crossed, and his eyes were closed. To his side, Damien was standing over the lion with a large fan fanning the cat like a servant fanning his master. He wore his normal gray pants, but only had on a white undershirt and even that couldn't absorb all the sweat the human was secreting. Rather than use the air conditioner as Damien had suggested (three times), Serkan reminded Damien that he needed to show he belonged and Serkan felt that helping to comfort him on a hot day was a good way to show that. However, the process was making Damien's arms tired.

Serkan was getting tired as well, although not from the heat. After all his attempts to seduce the human, none of it was enough to get him to at least come on to the lion. Even now, hot and sweaty, naked for Damien to gaze upon, he let nothing show to indicate his interest in Serkan. He knew that if he were going to get what he wanted, he'd need to get more intimate with Damien, and he knew where to start.

Serkan yawned and contorted his face in an expression of pain, wincing and groaning as he cupped his thigh. “Man, that workout yesterday left me feeling more sore than I thought. You know what I could use right now, human? A massage.” Damien raised his brow as he watched the feline turn himself over onto his stomach, laying his legs out straight with his tail hanging lazily in between. His backside was now exposed to Damien, who stared in awe at the magnificent golden-furred body with those prominent protruding butt cheeks. “Start with the paws and then move your way up to my gluts.”

Damien hesitated, anxious at what the lion wanted of him, but ultimately relented and put the fans down as he stepped over to Serkan's feet. He noticed, with every service, the lion was getting more and more intimate with his requests and each time, despite his reservations, his anticipation grew. The lion's feet lay flat on the bed, the feline curling his toes nonchalantly. Damien eyed the hindpaws in detail from the rough, bumpy pawpads, the sporadic pattern of short, light fur, and the claws sticking out of each posterior digit. He swallowed nervously as he reached down and grabbed Serkan's foot, beginning near the heel and gently rubbing the sole with his thumb and the top with the rest of his fingers.

“No, no, no,” Serkan interrupted. “Dig into it harder. Really get in there.” With the lion's prompting, Damien dug his thumbs hard into the heel and in response Serkan's whole leg tensed up with his toes spreading out. “Oh, yeah! That's the stuff. Just like that.”

With Serkan's enthusiastic approval, Damien continued his ministrations to the feline's paw, rubbing hard against the surface which felt just as tough as the rest of his body. He rubbed the heel for a short while, then moved down to the pads, his thumbs pressing into the sole with his fingers wrapped around the top. He moved down to his toes, focusing on multiple digits each time, careful not to press down on the protruding clipped claws. He spent longer than he thought on the feline's feet, but Serkan didn't mind. He smiled giddily at the human's level of focus.

Damien finally repeated the process on the other foot, digging deep into the sole to elicit several growls of approval from their owner. After curling the lion's toes, he moved up his legs, putting as much pressure as he could into the feline's calves. For Damien, it was difficult as the muscles were tough as marble, but he seemed to be doing a good job because Serkan was moaning happily. He then moved up to the thighs, a task even more difficult as the stocky limbs were even more tough, but he persisted, focusing on the creases in between each muscle.

Serkan continued his satisfied growls as Damien blushed, the last body part he needed to massage. He hesitated, bewildered and unnerved, but captivated by the majestic furry rump. He swallowed again and moved his hands up, gripping the left butt cheeks tightly and pressing hard against the tough, beefy orb. Damien felt a warmth spread throughout his body and his crotch began to tingle. He felt his pants begin to tighten as he became aroused by the situation, looking down at Serkan to assure himself the lion didn't notice. The lion's eyes were closed, fortunately, and so Damien, unable to control his excitement, took his time fondling the exotic feline buttock.

Serkan, likewise, was grateful he was lying on his stomach as the feel of Damien's hands on his ass felt greatly stimulating and his sheath was growing more and more stiff with each prod of the human's fingers. His cock was poking out and growing erect and while he didn't want Damien to know, he couldn't deny the unassailable ecstasy the massage was producing. He growled uncontrollably with lust, barely trying to contain it and as the human moved on to the other cheek, his excitement only grew. His tail wagged and he moaned, curling his toes and trying desperately not to go to full erection.

“Um... does that feel good, sir?” Damien asked

“Um, yeah... that feels... so... so... good.” Serkan suspected a hidden motive, trusting Damien was tired of holding back, ready to admit his attraction.

“Oh... I'm sorry, sir, but I really need to use the restroom.

Without warning, Damien hurried out of the room. Serkan watched with disappointment, but smiled, realizing his target was starting to crack. It was only a matter of time.

After a week, Damien still hadn't revealed any feelings to Serkan, but the lion hadn't given up. The human was in the bathroom hand washing the lion's underwear and socks in the tub, all of which reeked of the cat's musk. Damien found the work demeaning, but didn't mind as he believed Serkan was coming around and before long he'd finally accept Damien as a permissible roommate.

The door opened and Kavi appeared in the doorframe. “Oh, hey. Sorry, I- Wait, are you washing Serkan's underwear?”

Damien sighed with embarrassment. “Oh, yeah. He's still got me doing these personal jobs. But I think he's coming around.”

Kavi nodded, a lewd grin creeping up. Kansan came by and popped his head in the door. “Hey Kavi. You gonna go-” He spotted what Damien was doing and smiled mischievously.

“Um, anyway I should probably finish up.” Damien went back to scrubbing one of Serkan's dirty jockstraps.

The lynx stepped into the bathroom with Kansan right next to him. “Yo, why are you still doing this?”

“What?” Damien looked confused.

“Why are you still doing all these chores? Why don't you just admit your feelings?”

“What feelings?”

“Oh, come on! Really? Look, if you're really interested in me or Kansan, why don't you just say so? Stop leading Serkan on like this.”

“Interested? Wait, you think I'm interested in Serkan?”

“Uh, duh,” the cheetah interjected. “You're rooming with a bunch of big cats and you're acting like Serkan's personal attendant. Why do you think Serkan has you doing all these things? Don't tell us you're not attracted to at least one of us.”

The cogs began to turn in Damien's head and suddenly his optimistic outlook was turned upside down, his tone becoming aggressive and defensive. “So, you think that the only way a human would room with a bunch of cats is if he has a fetish for them?”

The two cats chuckled at what they thought was a rhetorical question, but as Damien's expression retained that disapproving glare, Kavi and Kansan's playful smile began to fade. “Well... I mean... humans don't room with anthros normally. If you're not interested, why would you want to room with large cats?”

He threw the brush he was using into the tub and stood up to face the accusatory felines. “Because this is how I was raised.” Neither cat knew how to respond to that. “I didn't know my birth parents. I was adopted as a baby by a family of tigers. They took me in and raised me as one of their own. Because of that, I feel most comfortable around large cats and I've never felt truly at home around humans or in human dwellings. Everything's smaller and more constricting. I want to be where everything is slightly larger because it's what I'm used to. In fact, I wasn't even supposed to start school this year. I was supposed to start 3 years ago, but do you want to know why I waited?” The two cats nodded warily. “It's because my younger brother got sick, really sick, and needed someone to take care of him. Neither of my parents could do so because they both had jobs and we needed to pay the bills. So, I stepped up. I sacrificed 3 years of my life to be able to take care of my younger brother.” Both felines stood speechless. “Now that I'm finally able to live my life again, I get here and everyone thinks I'm some kind of feline fetishist?”

Kavi and Kansan averted their eyes, pure shame coming through their expressions. After no one said anything for a minute, the cheetah spoke up. “I'm... I'm sorry, man. I just... I feel like shit.”

“Yeah, me too,” the lynx agreed. “Sorry, buddy. That's... that's great what you did for your family.”

Damien turned his back on the cats, both of which took a deep sigh of personal inward disdain. The two backed out of the bathroom, continuing to apologize as they left, leaving the human alone again, but in a much more dismayed condition. Damien stared down at the lion's soaking garments and thought back on everything the cat had him do. Drying him off after a shower, combing through his fur, massaging his ass, wondering if the feline thought he was doing that for his benefit, if this was what he wanted from the beginning? The pleasant sensations Damien became filled with from their activities together became clouded by a mist of deceit and judgmental insinuations. His lighthearted outlook was replaced with sorrow, but he decided to finish washing Serkan's clothes anyway. Once the lion returned, the two would need to have a discussion and Damien was not looking forward to it. If Serkan was as closed minded as he'd been acting, the human worried he might actually see how scary an anthro lion really could be.

Damien was in his room with his Calculus book open. He'd taken calculus in high school and got through it with flying colors, but it had been 3 years since he'd taken it and needed the refresher. Besides that, he was having trouble concentrating after the revelation he received early today. His attempts to distract himself from finding out he's been seen as an anthro stalker crumbled when Serkan stepped into the room. Damien heard him enter, but didn't turn to look at him, waiting for the lion to speak first. When Serkan saw his roommate sitting at his desk studying, he let out a deep sigh and revealed a look of guilt and melancholy, his ear splayed back slightly.

“Hey,” the lion said in a soft tone.

“I finished your laundry,” Damien replied, his tone underscoring feelings of anger.

“Thanks.” Serkan looked at the pile of underwear and socks folded neatly on his bed. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he took a few steps forward. “Look, I spoke with Kavi and Kansan. They told me what you told them. I just want to say... I think it's great what you did for your family.”

The compliment didn't seem to cheer up Damien whose breathing was getting heavier. He turned to face the feline. “Really? That's how you want to start this?”

“Look, I didn't know, all right? I just thought-”

“What? You thought you were doing me a favor? You thought you were giving me what I wanted? Did you ever think to yourself to just ask me why I was here instead of making me towel you down or massage your ass? Serkan, you shoved my face in your crotch and made me sniff it. Do you realize how disturbing that is?”

Serkan's ears went flat on his head as he muttered, unable to find the right words to say, which surprised Damien. “I just... it... it was just a bit hazing. I thought that-” Damien turned away, unable to look at his furry roommate. Serkan clasped his hands nervously, his eyes looking away, before he took a deep breath and a step forward. “Look, Damien, I'm sorry. What I did was wrong. I manipulated you and I made you think I didn't want you here. I never meant any of it. In fact, and I hope you believe me when I say this, out of the four of us here, no one deserves to be here more than you.”

Damien's heart fluttered at the lion's statement, feelings of anger and betrayal slowly giving way to acceptance again. Serkan continued, “I'm not gonna ask you to do anything else for me, but I hope you can forgive me. And if you want to leave because of this, I understand. All I can ask is that you give me another chance.” The big, dominating lion Damien had been serving the last week had turned into a soft kitty and the human was beginning to warm up to his seemingly genuine admission of regret.

With his apology spoken, Serkan turned to leave, but stopped at the door. “Look, I know you're mad, but I gotta be honest. Despite why it happened, I really, genuinely enjoyed spending time with you. And if you can forgive me, I hope you'd be willing to keep hanging out. Maybe even... um...” Even now, after everything he asked of his roommate, Serkan couldn't bring himself to admit his feelings. Instead, he turned to leave.

“Serkan.” The lion stopped, his gaze sad, but hopeful. Damien turned back with a blank expression, but soon a smile began to form. “Maybe I didn't hate every moment we were together. Maybe I actually kind of enjoyed it. Maybe I would like to keep hanging out with you.” Serkan's heart lifted to the sky as his lips split into a huge grin. “Besides, someone has to dry you off and... brush your fur and... massage those tight muscles of yours.”

Serkan tried to hide his excitement, but as his tail wagged like a kitten with cream, he just let his face beam with joy. “OK. Um... I'm making meatloaf if you want any.”

“Sure. Let me know when it's done.”

The lion nodded and walked out, leaving Damien with his math book. He didn't think it would go that well, but he was thrilled it did.

“Hahahaha!” Kansan cackled away before collapsing onto Kavi, the lynx chortling softly at his friend's reaction. The lynx pushed the cheetah back into a sitting position, both of whom were in their usual positions on the couch facing the TV with Kavi on the left and Kansan on the right. Both felines had a vial in one paw with a generous helping of that famous feline drug: catnip.

Sitting on the couch to Kansan's right was Serkan, who was splayed out with his arms on the back of the couch and his head craned back, the lion moaning as he held his own vial of Nip. “Oooh, this is soooo good.”

Kavi responded with a smile and a relaxed tone. “Yeah, we'd probably be enjoying this as much as you if we had our own human servant.”

Sitting cross-legged on the floor was Damien who sat right in front of Serkan holding his right paw in his lap and was currently kneeding the feline's joint. He flashed Kavi a repudiative glance as he continued massaging the big cat's feet, his thumbs running deep circles around the thick pawpads while his fingers dug into the top. Despite no longer acting as his servant, Damien found many of the aspects of his and Serkan's previous activities rather enjoyable and wanted to continue with that relationship. So he took care of Serkan's paws with the utmost care, rubbing the soles slowly and methodically, feeling up the bumps and ridges, running his fingers through the fur, and eliciting euphoric groans from the tall, golden-furred man. He loved doing the toes, running his fingers in the spaces between, feeling Serkan curl his toes and clench up in sensitivity, even running his fingers along the length of the feline claws which might scare some but only enticed Damien. Honestly, he'd much rather be doing this than sniffing catnip with the rest of them.

“I told you, he's not my servant,” Serkan finally responded, his head still flopped backward, seemingly slow to register what was said.

“Hey Damien,” Kavi called to the human who looked back at the lynx. “If you really wanna take care of Serkan's feet, why don't you lick them clean?” The comment made the lion jerk his head to attention and look down at Damien. The human looked back in annoyance, but showed Serkan he was amenable as he looked back towards the lion and raised an eyebrow.

Serkan smiled down at the human. “I think that sounds like a good idea. But I'm not gonna force him to do something he doesn't want.”

Kansan joined the discussion. “And after you're done with Serkan, you can clean mine and Kavi's as well.”

Damien looked back with puzzlement at the cheetah seemingly missing Serkan's response. “I don't think so. I'm not your guys's pet.”

“Come on. Considering how well you've treated Serkan, I'll bet you'd be really good at it.” The yellow-furred feline's movements were wavy, the effects of the catnip heavily influencing his motor control.

“Nope. You're just high on that Nip.” Damien went back to massaging Serkan's paws.

“You'd be high too if you did any,” Kavi added.

“Nah. Catnip wouldn't effect me.” Damien had three fingers clasped with Serkan's digits and was currently paying very close attention to the lion's big toe. The treatment had Serkan's tongue lolling out of his muzzle and his head once again flopped back in total relaxation.

“I'm betting it would,” Kansan asserted.

“You bet?”

“Yeah. I'm willing to wager that within ten whiffs of a fresh batch of Nip, you'll be cackling like a hyena on nitrous oxide.”

Damien looked up at Serkan, who stared back lazily with a shrug, leaving the decision up to him. “All right. What do you wager?”

“If you win and you're not busting a gut after huffing this shit, the three of us will be your servants for a week.”

“Wait, why are you volunteering me?” Kavi asked with a blank, apathetic tone.

“If we win,” the cheetah grew a devilish grin, “Then you become our paw slave for a week.”

Kavi sat up straight, his eyes beaming and his short, stubby tail wagging. “Oooh.”

Serkan started growling softly, catching the human's attention. His expression was one of both sadistic enjoyment and affection. As Damien looked into Serkan's eyes, remembering all the things the feline had him do, something about acting as a paw slave for three felines seemed appealing. He looked around the room at Kavi with his mellow stance, Kansan with his eager grin, and Serkan with his domineering presence, the human concluded that regardless of the outcome, he would win.

With a cocky smile, he answers Kansan's bet, “Deal.”

“Yes! And since it's my idea, I'll be the Slave Master.”

“What? No. I should be,” Kavi argued.

“Uh, guys, no way,” Serkan added. “If we win, I am the obvious choice.”

Damien listened with amusement at the bizzare argument. “Fine. Another wager,” Kansan announced. “I bet it'll take only two whiffs for this lightweight to start laughing uncontrollably.”

“I'll go for ten,” Kavi stated.

“Four,” Serkan added, garnering a questionable look from Damien. “And whoever wins, the slave has to do... whatever he tells him.” Damien let out a nervous smile.

“There, it's settled.”

The cheetah grabbed a fresh vial and filled it with a fresh serving of Nip. He handed it to Damien who gently set Serkan's paw down and stood up to retrieve the vial. He took it from Kansan and stared at it a moment, three sets of sharp, feline eyes watching impatiently for the human to test his resilience to the drug. Damien let out a long breath and held the vial up to his nose and inhaled deeply. The smell was bitter to the human, very earthy, and as the scent spread though his olfactory system, he felt a bit lightheaded and stumbled a little. Serkan watched with concern while the others watched with glee. Damien shook his head and took another sniff, but the effects were less pronounced. Kansan watched with determination for the human to start laughing, but unfortunately for him Damien kept a straight face, leaving the cheetah to stew in his loss.

Damien wasn't ready to admit it, but after only two whiffs, he was starting to feel less reserved and more lighthearted. He took another deep inhale, all three cats keeping their eyes on him as he did so, Kansan less interested than before but still entertained. After no laughter, Damien took another deep breath through his nose, the aroma stinging his nose as his head felt lighter than before. It was Serkan's turn to watch with unbridled interest, his roommate standing before him on the precipice of having the feline as his master once again. The seconds stretched out as Damien stood stoic, unmoving as the effects of the Nip took hold, but without assurance it would be enough to break him.

Serkan's smile began to fade, worried he may have underestimated his friend until he heard stifled laughter.

“Pff... … ... Pfft... … … Hmhm... hehehe... hehehehehehehehe! Hahahahahahahahaha!”

Kavi sat back on the couch as Serkan flashed a toothy grin in triumph, Damien leaning his head back as the uproarious laughter boomed from his small frame. The catnip had hit him harder than any of them had suspected, but all three felines had won their prize, none more so than Serkan. The lion stood up from his seat and stepped over to Damien who was still chuckling away. Serkan placed his paws on the human's shoulders, growling softly in erotic satisfaction, Damien looking up at the feline while trying to stifle further cackling.

“Looks like you belong to us now, paw slave.” Kavi and Kansan stood from their seats and stood in front of Damien, a trio of large, muscular felines who now could claim a degree of ownership over the defeated primate. The trio had an intimidating presence and the thought of attending to their paws as they saw fit was both stressful and exhilarating. “Gotta get you the right attire,” Serkan added, rubbing Damien's neck softly with his claws.

Damien found out real quick just how humiliating serving as a paw slave could be for a group of playful felines. The cats got him a new uniform which consisted of a bright red thong and a black leather collar with an attachment ring on the side. The collar had a small lock on the front that his owners declared would be unlocked at the end of the week. Another rule laid out was that he was required to move around on his hands and knees when in the cats' presence. As such rules and dress codes were not proper in public, except for classes Damien was also not allowed to leave the dorm room.

“Paw slave!” Damien heard Kansan shout. “Come to the living room. I need you.” Damien rolled his eyes and got down on his hands and knees as he crawled his way over to the cheetah. He saw the cat's lips contort into a sadistic smile at the sight of Damien's position. “Come over here slave. I need to use you as a stepping stool to reach the light fixture.” The whole ordeal, the subjugating treatment, constantly referring to him as slave, keeping him almost naked in front of them, was filling him with insurmountable embarrassment and discomfort, but also with red-hot sensual exuberance.

“Yes, sir.” Damien complied, crawling next to the cheetah where his back was right under the living room lights. He had to refer to Kansan and Kavi as sir or sir Kansan or Kavi, but Serkan wanted him singularly referred to as master, one of the benefits of winning the right to call himself Slave Master.

“Good boy,” Kansan responded before stepping onto Damien's back, the feline wearing soft cotton socks with holes cut out for the toes. Once Kansan had both feet on Damien's back, the human felt the immense weight of the larger feline bearing down on him. His arms and legs shook and he had his forearms and calves planted on the floor to try and stabilize himself. Kansan took his time unscrewing the light bulb, looking down at Damien whose body was being tested harshly below. Damien heard the door open and saw Kavi enter.

“Hey Kansan. Hey slave.” He smiled a similar sadistic smirk at Damien.

“Hey, Kavi. Just replacing these lights.”

The lynx stepped up to the cheetah and his human stepladder. “Don't they change the light bulbs immediately when new students move in?” Damien raised his head in disbelief.

“Yeah, but, you can never be too careful.” Kansan spoke with a playful, but menacing tone that just oozed villainy. Damien could imagine the devilish smile on the cheetah's maw.

Kavi chuckled in response and stared down at Damien. “Hey, I got a job for you.” The lynx set his foot right in front of Damien's face and showed him his loafers, form-fitting for a cat. He slipped off the left one and then put his right foot next to it, slipping that off, leaving both shoes right in front of Damien's nose. The cat had been busy as the scent of sweaty, trapped feline paws emanated up from the interior of the footwear. “Lick my shoes clean.”

Damien's heart palpitated wildly as Kansan and Kavi's treatment was already incredibly degrading. His stomach fluttered and his thong grew tight, shame creeping up on him at how stimulating he found the experience. He did as told and began running his tongue along the surface of the feline's right shoe, wiping up the dust and leaving a wet trail in his wake. The taste of leather invaded his mouth and a subtle hint of the dirt that had accumulated. Kavi addressed Kansan, “Man, the heat is just killin' me. My feet are soaked.” As he said this, he wiped one paw off on Damien's side, leaving a cold, wet trail of lynx sweat in its wake. He repeated the process with his right foot, the lack of a fur coat on Damien making it hard to clean off too much sweat, but the cat made due. “Hey, football game is on in an hour. You wanna watch?”

“Yeah,” Kansan responded. “Give me a few minutes to take care of this. I'll get us some beers.” Damien flinched at the thought of bearing the cheetah's weight for that much longer.

“Cool. And don't worry slave, you're invited too.” Damien knew the cats had a job for him during the game and he couldn't help but get excited at the prospect. He continued his job, licking Kavi's shoe while Kansan took his time replacing the unburnt light bulb.

During the game, all three big cats were situated in their normal positions with Serkan on the couch to the right of the TV with Kansan and Kavi on the couch facing it, Kansan on the right and Kavi on the left. Serkan was wearing his more formal dress, gray pants and red vest with gray sleeves, sans the cape. Kavi and Kansan were both wearing jerseys of their school team and shorts. All three were relaxed, the lynx and cheetah had their legs resting on a foot stool with their ankles crossed. As for Damien, he was the foot stool, on his hands and knees right under the two felines, still naked save for his red thong and collar. He was blushing madly at the circumstance, his stomach fluttering each time one of the cats shifted around, rocking him around a little. He could see the TV, but leaving his head turned would creak his neck, so he usually kept looking forward in a relaxed position.

The three cats cheered, each of them throwing their arms up and exposing a bottle of half-drunk beer. “Boom!” Serkan exclaimed.

“Great pass!” Kavi added. Damien shifted around as the pair shuffled above him. *sniff* *sniff* “Hey, is that you or me?”

*sniff* *sniff* “Ugh. I think it's both of us.” The cheetah flashed Kavi a wicked grin.

“Guess our paws could use a good cleaning, then,” Kavi stated. Damien felt the lynx lift his left leg off his back and place it on the floor in front of his face. “Clean my paw, slave.”

Damien gulped, the cheesy musk of the cat's foot wafting up to his nostrils. “Y- yes, sir.” Suddenly, the game became background noise to the three felines as all eyes turned towards the debased human. The lynx's paws were white with black claws and the fur looked dry, but the scent belied their true condition. Damien knew this role would be dirty, but he wasn't sure how well he'd be able to handle it, but he knew what he'd be getting into when he made the bet. He took a breath and leaned forward, Kansan doing the same to get a good view, all three watching as Damien stuck out his tongue and dragged it along the furry surface of Kavi's foot.

Damien savored the flavor, wanting to determine if it was as bad as he thought, but it wasn't as cheesy as he figured. It was more spicy and salty with a bit of a cheesy aftertaste. Feeling more denigrated with each second and coming to enjoy it, he continued to lick the flavorful paw, matting down the fur with his own spit. Kavi purred as Damien cleaned his foot with Kansan and Serkan watching intently, the noise from the game barely registering. Damien started high and moved lower, licking up the dirt and sweat that covered the fur until he reached the toes. To handle the digits, he opened his jaw wide and enveloped the big toe into his mouth, surprising the onlookers. Once inside, he sucked away, the digit dirty with lynx musk that stimulated his taste buds. He ran his tongue along the padding, underneath and over, soaking up all the grime he could before tending to the claw itself, the tip dulled enough that Damien could lick it without cutting himself. Kansan couldn't stop purring loudly, moaning softly and wagging his stubby tail at Damien's ministrations. He cleared any lint from the crevices of the claw before removing the toe from his mouth.

Once the toe was clean, though wet with human spit, he move to the webbing between the toes and cleaned up the wet gunk clinging hard to the flexible space. He repeated the process, moving to the next toe, sucking on it, then licking up the dirt and grime in between that toe and the next until he'd reached the pinky toe. Once finished, Kansan lifted up his foot and watched as Damien dutifully began licking away at the sole of his foot, his wet organ sliding along the rough pawpads without hesitation or any hint of reluctance. Serkan brought a paw to his lap and began massaging his crotch, his lion member growing hard at the humiliating sight.

Damien finished with Kavi's left paw and the lynx pulled it aside and brought the right paw down to which Damien immediately started lapping. The sight was both demeaning and erotic and all three cats were finding the act sensually exciting. Damien couldn't deny the effect cleaning feline paws was having as his penis grew hard in the confines of his underwear. Once finished, Kansan leaned forward and said, “Now, slave, got another pair of paws to clean.”

Kansan picked his legs up off the human so he could turn around and fulfill the same purpose for the cheetah. Kansan's paw had the same golden-brown fur color with black spots as the rest of his body on the top, save for the toes which were cream-colored. The claws were also black. The cheetah's feet had a much stronger musky scent and once Damien began licking the feline appendage the cheesy odor was reflected much stronger in the flavor. Once again, all three watched with abandon as the human served as the cheetah's paw slut, licking up the grime, dirt, and sweat the feline tends to build up over a couple of days. Kansan was purring loudly now, practically vibrating the couch and making Kavi chuckle. Damien found the taste a bit overwhelming, but also satisfying to feel so close and so desired by the big cats, despite how degrading it was. Serkan watched with a sadistic smile, running his tongue along the surface of his teeth as he continued to softly stroke his trapped phallus.

Damien followed the same method of cleaning Kansan's paws as he did Kavi, cleaning the top and then suckling the toes, following a lapping of the webbing between each toe. He finished off by cleaning the soles, running his tongue along the grime covered fur and the rough and dirty pads. Serkan watched carefully, insuring the furless primate carried out his orders with exquisite thoroughness of both cheetah's paws. Once he was satisfied with his work, the lion stood up and sauntered over to Damien, convinced it was the Slave Master's turn.

He looped a finger through the ring on Damien's collar and pulled him away from the two other felines towards his spot, earning a raised eyebrow from Kansan. “Ooh, master's gettin' rough,” he said in a playful tone.

Serkan flashed him a toothy grin before leading Damien to the other couch. “Lie on your back, slave.” Damien did as ordered, lying flat with his arms on the ground right next to where Serkan was sitting. The lion turned and sat down, leaving his feet planted right next to his human roommate. “Now leave your arms on the ground. Don't touch my paws with anything but your face, understand pet?”

“Yes, master!” he responded, looking a little nervous, but obviously excited as dictated by the huge bulge in his thong.

All three cats noticed and gave the human a wink with Serkan growling happily at the sight. He lifted his right foot and placed it flat on Damien's face, pressing down with a little force that kept Damien from moving around. The smell was spicy like Kavi's paws tasted, though not as strong. “Now clean my paws.” Damien said nothing, but began licking away at the massive pawpad squishing his face. The taste was spicy and salty as expected, but also slightly bitter, though Damien didn't care as he just enjoyed getting the lion's personal attention. The cream-colored underside of the large cat was covered in dirt and moist from a sweaty workout and the human took his time cleaning it to savor the sight, the smell, and the taste.

He couldn't see it coming, but he felt it when Serkan brought his left paw up and laid it down on Damien's crotch, squeezing his hardening member against his belly. The human let out a muffled moan and shuddered to which Kavi and Kansan purred and wagged their tails. Serkan began rubbing the bulge under the fabric, slowly but with decent pressure so Damien could feel it. Damien, in response, shuffled around under the weight of Serkan's molesting paw while continuing to clean his master's foot. Serkan pumped the hidden pole for a short while, the other two watching with unyielding interest.

After a couple minutes of using the red covering to masturbate Damien, Serkan snuck his big toe under the waistband and pulled it back, much to Damien's shock and Kavi and Kansan's pleasure. The human felt his body burn with shame at being so fully exposed, almost instinctively wanting to cover himself up, but he didn't want to reneg on the bet and so kept his hands planted on the floor, allowing his master to play with him as he saw fit. With his fully erect cock flashing all felines in the room, Serkan stuck Damien's penis in between the two biggest toes of his paw and began stroking the length from base to tip, back and forth, pumping away. The sensation of feline paws and fur rubbing along his shaft, punctuated by the debasing position of being stepped on by the lion and exhibiting his naked form, precipitated a quickly building climax.

Serkan continued stroking while Damien licked away, his laps getting faster and shallower as he had trouble concentrating. Kavi and Kansan began massaging each other's legs until their paws eventually reached into the other's pants and begin pawing each other off. Damien was getting close quickly, his body shuffling on the floor as his balls brimmed with sperm. His laps at the lion's pawpad never stopped, at the moment almost all dirt and grime had been cleaned off leaving only the wet residuals of his own slobber.

After several more minutes of Serkan's footpaw pumping Damien's dick, the human was pushed over the edge, crying out into the lion's paw as he shot several long, hard streaks of thick, creamy primate seed onto his chest, belly, and Serkan's paws. Kavi and Kansan moaned at the display as well as each other's gropes. After a short half minute of testicular expulsion, Damien had enough and relaxed, panting into the relatively clean foot.

Once he was spent, Serkan moved his other paw over the human's belly and chest, rubbing the ejaculate into his foot, spreading around Damien's torso and soaking it into his fur. Once he was satisfied, he lifted up his right foot and stared down at his slave who was panting from exhaustion. He grinned wickedly at the human. “You got my paw all dirty, slave.” He spoke in a menacing, but seductive tone.

Damien nodded and got onto his paws and knees again, his cock growing soft and flopping between his legs. He moved to Serkan's left paw and ran his tongue along the newly formed wet and matted fur, licking up the remains of his own orgasm. His cum was tart and tangy, but the flavor was augmented by the lion's own salty and spicy flavor. He thoroughly cleaned each wet spot, focusing much of his attention on Serkan's sole as that part soaked up most of Damien's jizz.

When it seemed he was almost done, Damien was jerked up with Serkan pulling at his collar until his head rested between the lion's legs. The feline had an obvious bulge that made Damien's heart skip a beat. Serkan reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling the waistband of his underwear down, exposing his own feline meat which quickly shot to attention and grew to full mast right in front of the human. The smell was sharp and acutely acerbic and Damien figured what the lion wanted and was anxious to please him in this manner.

Serkan smiled at Damien. “I gave you release, my slave. Now it's time for you to do the same.”

He reached down and pulled Damien's head into his lap while Kavi and Kansan watched, beating each other furiously. Damien eyed the feline cock, barbs covering the head and the shaft, thick and veiny and running several inches past the head. He licked his lips and leaned forward, engulfing the glans into his waiting maw and snaked as much of the member as he could into his throat. The taste was strong and masculine and wet from being trapped after the day's events. He quickly began bobbing his head back and forth, retracting a few inches and reinserting a few inches, building up a steady rhythm. Serkan growled as he moaned, throwing his head back in lascivious euphoria, while Damien moaned around the lion meat. Kavi and Kansan were jerking faster now, the sight of the pair getting hotter and hotter.

Several minutes passed with Damien sucking hard against the feline penis, the lion above shuffling his back, his hips, and his legs as the orgasmic sensations titillated him. Damien built up a little speed and Serkan placed both hands on the human's head to assist. Before long, Serkan was controlling the head bobs while Damien merely kept a tight suction around the phallus. The performance was reaching maximum enjoyment for the other felines as they were both close to exploding in their shorts. Serkan was growling again as he approached his climax, his eye shut and his teeth clenched and bared. As the minutes dragged on, eventually Serkan began thrusting his hips hard into Damien's facing, shoving a few more inches of his cock down Damien's throat, making him gag, but he didn't try to pull away.

Countless more seconds and Serkan's thrusts slowed down until he pulled Damien's face down into his groin, nose buried in sweaty crotch fur as he came down the human's throat, string after string of hot lion seed deposited directly into Damien's stomach. Damien had trouble breathing around the thick pole, but the lion quickly eased up so he could pump more of his essence into his paw slave. Kavi and Kansan blew their load as well, soaking their own underwear and each other's paws with their own spooge. Another long half minute and Serkan was practically spent, a few more drops oozing from his urethra onto Damien's tongue, the tart, spicy flavor igniting lusty sensations.

Serkan switched his gaze to the cheetah and lynx inspecting their paws and the mess they made before turning back to Damien who still had the lion's penis in his mouth. The human was smiling up at Serkan. “Ugh. That was a very... *gulp* very good job, Dami- I mean slave. But you're a paw slave and I see two felines with very dirty paws that need to be cleaned.”

The cheetah and lynx looked up in jovial surprise at the lion's order, holding up their cream-covered paws for Damien to lick. Damien looked over at the felines and nodded before releasing the softening pole with a slosh. “Yes, master.” He proceeded to crawl over to the two, his semi-hard cock hanging out and bearing a small string of excess semen hanging from his glans. He reached Kavi and Kansan and proceeded to clean up their paws, each having a unique taste that was spicy, sweet, tart, bitter, acrid, but overall erotically pleasant.

Once he was finished, Kansan looked at Kavi and Serkan. “Well, shall we finish watching the game?”

Kavi scoffed. “Oh, yeah. I forgot about that. Eh, sure.” Serkan merely gave an apathetic nod. “All right, slave. Back to position.”

Damien crawled next to the two again and felt their legs once again resting on his back. The noise from the game took center stage again, but the feel of their exploits, not to mention the smell, lingered in the room. The cats gave each other salacious glances before settling on the TV. Damien's cock eventually softened as his taste buds were continuously stimulated by the lingering traces of lion, cheetah, and lynx ejaculate. One thing he could say that he couldn't before was now he knew what feline cum tastes like. Regardless of how things started, he was satisfied with where they were going and was looking forward to college life.