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Jungle City was a city of animals rather than a city of humans. They walked on two legs, most of them, and they…somewhat, at least, wore clothes. It depended on where in the city that you happened to be in that moment how much in the way of clothing that you'd see. It was divided by several great rivers that ran through the city, dividing the various neighborhoods into districts that were, in turn, ruled by different families, packs, prides, and hunters.

One such place was ruled by the Khan Corporation, a business that was headed by the most dangerous predator in all of Jungle City. Shere Khan, a businessman that had all that he could ever want, and could give anything that anyone could desire, for the right price, ruled the district. He could have had his name on the district itself, if he wanted, but he seemed to be distracted from that by other concerns.

And as the only human in Jungle City, Mowgli was there to talk to him.

The young man had been trying to make it on his own in Jungle City for nearly three years now. He'd run off from human territory to try and make it in the city, hoping that it might be better for him there than it was back in the human lands. Most of the animals that lived there would have thought that he'd be better off elsewhere, but they never said it to his face. The human was too…

Well, Mowgli knew that they thought he was a walking joke. Unable to make it without begging for help, living off of scraps from the vultures and from the clubs that Kaa ran in a different district, wearing clothes that were not even third-hand that he'd picked out of a dumpster and washed in the river: he was a mess, and he knew it. They didn't kick him out because they were more amused at what he might do next than any other reason.

But his time in Jungle City was coming to an end. If he didn't find somewhere to stay, and soon, then the cops would kick him out. Commissioner Hathi was breathing down his neck to find somewhere soon, and the city lock-up was not somewhere that he wanted to spend the night. Not after the Wolf Pack had rescinded their protection after he'd been useful in the past for them.

It was Khan or no-one.

Mowgli walked into the lobby of the Khan Corporation's main building, feeling out of place almost immediately as he was surrounded by various animals dressed in suits and ties. Most of them were barefoot, as were the majority of people in Jungle City, probably because nobody made things that fit animal paws.

They looked at him, and he kept his eyes on the ground, trying not to make it worse.

He was a state, though. A t-shirt, red-stained jeans, rough shoes that barely held up to the floor of the office building, let alone the streets: he was a street rat of the worst sort, the sort of man that didn't belong in the jungle. At least, according to the whispers that he heard.

He walked up to a vulture with a bowl-cut head of hair over his bald neck, and the bird looked up from its computer.

“Can I help you?"

“I'm, uh, here to offer Shere Khan a deal."

“Heh, I doubt that you have anything that he wants."

“That's up to him, isn't it?"

“You think that you know him better than I do?"

“I think that I'm willing to do more."

“…Heh, it's that sort of thing, then?"

Mowgli didn't answer, and eventually, the bird tapped a button on the side of its desk. The vulture leaned down, talking into an intercom.

“Sir, there's a human here to see you."

"Send him up."

“Sir?"

“Are you deaf?"

“No, sir."

“Then you must be stupid. Send him up."

The vulture blinked, looking up to see Mowgli smirking ever so slightly. The expression disappeared as the vulture frowned.

“If you think you're getting something good, human, you better think twice." The vulture shook his head, nodding over his shoulder at an elevator. “Take that one. It'll take you to Khan's office right away."

Mowgli gulped. Despite his confidence, he knew that the vulture was right. There was still every reason that this could go badly, and he knew for a fact that the tiger wasn't keen on accepting offers such as the one that he brought. He had to hope that he was something different enough that Shere Khan would be willing to give him the time of day, let alone anything that was more significant.

The ride was short, the elevator swift. Mowgli had barely closed the doors and tapped the button than the doors opened again, this time on a large office that sprawled across an entire floor. There was no secretary, no sudden appearance of someone new. Instead, there was just the vast sprawl of empty space, purple carpet, and the tiger that sat behind the desk at the end of that. Shere Khan had a paper open and was reading through it, and while he didn't look up, Mowgli was all but sure that he had already been noted.

He stepped forward, slowly, but he received no interest until he was halfway across the space between elevator and desk. Then, and only then, did Shere Khan look up.

“What do you want, Mowgli?" he asked.

“You know my name?"

“You're the only human in Jungle City. Everyone knows your name," he said in a bored drawl. He folded his paper, setting it down in an elegant square in the middle of his desk. “More importantly, why are you here?"

“…I want to stay in Jungle City."

“Ah. Hathi has threatened to run you out, then."

Mowgli nodded, and the tiger shrugged. He ran his fingers over his paper again.

“And what, then, did you come here for?"

“I…I want to stay in Jungle City. I thought that you…that I could do something for you, and you would tell Hathi to let me stay."

“I could easily tell Hathi what to do. My claws reach everywhere in Jungle City," he said, and he demonstrated as he scratched his claws across the top of his desk, bringing up strips of green and brown. “But that requires incentive, human. And what incentive do you have to offer?"

“…I can be yours."

“Hmmph. You think that belonging to me makes you interesting?"

“It's all I have to offer."

The tiger looked at him with his head cocked to the side for a moment before finally getting up from his desk. He struck a powerful figure, taller than Mowgli by a head, and nearly twice as thick across the shoulders. The powerful anthro walked toward him, looking down at him with his head cocked to the side and his hand against his chin.

“Hmmm…"

Mowgli said nothing, nor did he move. He merely stared straight ahead, breathing as evenly as he could to keep from making the situation worse.

Eventually, Shere Khan nodded.

“Take off your clothes."

Mowgli stiffened, nodding as he pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it behind him before yanking his ruined shoes off. There were no socks to take off, so he was soon on to his pants.

As they hit the ground, revealing the red briefs that he wore under them, the tiger walked around to stand behind him.

“This is your interview, Mowgli. Whether you are allowed to stay in Jungle City depends on how well you can impress me today."

“Yes, sir."

“I imagine that there has been some plan or other that's run through your mind. Whatever it is, discard it. You are here for my amusement, my whims, and my orders only. Anything else has no place here."

“Yes, sir."

“When I choose to do something to you, I don't wish to see a wide-eyed smile like that snake would order from you, nor moans of ecstasy or agony. All I wish is someone that follows orders. Do you understand?"

“Y-yes, sir," Mowgli said with a gulp.

“Then finish stripping."

The young man did as he was told, taking off his briefs and throwing them back, letting them land on the pile of the rest of his clothes. They sagged over his pants and his shoes, dangling down almost to the shirt at the bottom of the pile, and that left him completely naked in the CEO's personal office.

Mowgli fought the urge to cover himself, knowing that wasn't what he had been told to do, nor was it something that he was likely allowed to do. Instead, he stood there patiently, taking deep breaths, his hands at his sides. His hairless crotch was fully on display, as was the rest of his body. He knew he was lean, underweight to an extent, but it didn't seem to bother the tiger that was slowly circling around him.

Eventually, Shere Khan reached into his pocket, pulling out something that shined with a metallic sheen. When he held it out, Mowgli gulped.

“Do you recognize this, human?"

“It's a…chastity cage, sir."

“Yes. And you will wear this, from now on."

It was a delicate procedure as the tiger reached down, pulling Mowgli's cock up just enough for the other pieces to be pulled into place. A plastic ring around the base of his cock and balls, a few screws and locks to hold things in place. The metal cage was slid down along his shaft as blood started to fill it, and he gritted his teeth as he felt the stiffening already hitting him, making him curl his toes in pleasure.

Of course, the cage stopped that. Mowgli hissed hard as the tip of his cock hit the bottom of the cage, but as soon as Shere Khan looked down at him, he stopped making the sound. He knew better than to keep drawing the big tiger's attention.

“Stand beside the desk," the feline said, and Mowgli did as he was told, standing straight by the left-hand side.

His new 'boss' sat at the desk, reaching for one of the lower drawers and opening it. It was immediately clear that the tiger had had employees that serviced him like this before, because that drawer was filled with different sex toys, including a dildo that was positively massive compared to his own meager cock.

“This will be in you at all times, unless you are on the toilet or if someone else is using you," Shere Khan said. “Spread."

Once more, he did as he was told, only to feel a slight bit of slime against his pucker before the dildo itself started pushing in. The human bit off a gasp as it slid inside of him, doing his best to focus on the view ahead rather than the feeling behind. Little by little, the thick, fake shaft slid into his body, and as the head finally rested in his depths, the bottom held in place by muscle tension more than anything else, it got worse.

Buzz, buzz.

As the dildo started vibrating deep inside of him, his cheeks burned all the hotter, and while he made no sound, his embarrassment was apparent. The pleasure of his prostate getting buzzed, his hole getting stretched, and just standing naked beside the most powerful predator in the city was all getting to him, and it didn't take long for the tears of pre-cum to start flowing through the tip of the cage.

Mowgli huffed softly, trying to keep himself focused, trying not to think about how much he wanted to get hard and how much he wanted to touch his dick. The tiger had promised that he'd be able to stay in Jungle City if he could keep himself in control of himself, and if he could just hold out against the need to…to…

It still shocked him how badly he wanted to debase himself, how quickly he wanted to fall to his knees and offer more to the feline. Something had happened to him here in Jungle City, and he wasn't sure what, but it made him want to…submit…to be an obedient little…little…

Thinking was hard. Too hard, and so he stopped as Shere Khan tapped a few more buttons on his desk.

“From now on, you will do as you're told. Is that correct, Mowgli?"

“That…that's right, sir."

“Then tell everyone."

The tiger pressed a button, and Mowgli stared at a little red light that started blinking on the side of the tiger's desk. He realized that there was a little lens there, and if that was the case, then he was being filmed. His eyes widened further as he realized that he could see a sudden brightness out the windows on the side of the building, realizing that he was being filmed and exposed to all of Jungle City. Before he could say anything, Shere Khan spoke up again, breaking his concentration.

“Tell me what you are."

“Me? I'm a human."

“And what else?"

“…And…"

He looked at the blinking red light, his cheeks burning but his cock throbbing all the harder in the cage. Of all the things that he had thought would happen today, this was far from the top of the list.

I want to stay here. I have to.

“I am your…thing. Your human. Your plaything."

“That is correct." Shere Khan nodded, pressing his palms together. “Continue. Tell them everything."

Shifting from foot to foot and trying not to pay too much attention to the dildo in his rump, trying not to think about how he was being shown naked to who knew how many animals, he did as he was told. His cheeks burned all the hotter as he repeated what Shere Khan had told him, how he would obey, how he would do as he was told, how he would serve to the best of his ability day in and day out for the chance to stay in Jungle City.

Through it all, the tiger watched him, fingers tapping together slowly, head tilted to the side. There was no malice, no curiosity, merely observation. Mowgli eventually slowed down, and the tiger pushed it forward again.

“You are nothing more than a plaything now. Whatever your worth was, it will now be determined purely by the amusement, sexual or otherwise, that you might provide. That is correct?"

“That is correct, sir," Mowgli nodded.

“You will never be more than that. Never more than a toy I own, that I will occasionally loan out to others. This is correct?"

“That's right, sir," he said, his breath coming faster, and he swore that the dildo was vibrating ever-more in his ass.

“Regardless of what happens to you, you will never be more, or less, than my personal plaything."

“Yes, sir, yes, sir!"

“Tell the city this."

“I'm Shere Khan's plaything…his whore…his thing."

Just saying that out loud hit him hard, and his embarrassment increased ten-fold. His cock throbbed all the harder, spitting pre-cum against the inside of the cage he wore. Everyone in Jungle City would know what he was now, what he'd become.

And as he stood there, shaking like a leaf, Shere Khan pulled down the zipper of his pants. Mowgli stared, his mouth opening slowly in surprise. But, why surprise? He knew that this would be a possibility when he came here. He'd known that Khan might want to use him this way. Hell, he'd hoped for it, on some level.

He just hadn't expected Shere Khan to be quite so large.

That throbbing shaft was big enough that it had to be the same size as the dildo in his rump. His hands curled into tight fists as he imagined what that would feel like. The tiger curled his finger, and he fell to his knees, landing between the feline's legs.

“Suck," Shere Khan said, pulling a keyboard over. “I'll draw up the contract while you do."

Mowgli fell to his knees and did as he was told, sucking away at the tip of the tiger's cock. Even as the ticky-tap of the keyboard above his head continued, he dragged the tip into his mouth and set to work. He knew that it would hardly be good enough for the tiger – he was an amateur, after all – but he set to it with a will, and hoped that it would be good enough, at least, to keep him in the city.

And even as he sucked, his cock throbbed at his own submission and humiliation.