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[b][u][center]Crushing on the Panthers[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]Part 2[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Guy_Threepwood[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

As the light poked through the window, Daniel opened his eyes to find that Ben Jr. had already woken up. The panther had gotten out of bed and was in the process of putting his pants on, and it left both a taut butt and a lovely pair of paw-soles pointing back at him. Not helping his morning wood in the slightest, either, he had to admit.

“When did you wake up?" he asked, yawning.

“Huh?" The panther turned, smiling. “Heh, and here I thought you'd sleep until noon."

“Not all humans are that lazy."

Groaning, he pulled himself upright, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. He could feel the sheets pulling away from his morning wood, but didn't bother hiding it. Considering what they'd been doing last night, he doubted that there was any real point.

“What time is it?"

“About 9:30."

“Ugh…mom already ate breakfast then. She's always up early."

“Up and gone, actually," Ben Jr. said, shrugging as he pulled his shirt on. “She took my sister out to shop or something."

“Ah. So…just you, me, and your dad today?"

“Yep."

That was going to be…interesting. He knew that Ben Sr. seemed to be an okay guy, but he had no idea what would happen being the only human in the house. So far, the father had been rather good to him and his mother, but he didn't know if that was just part of the dating phase or something else. He hoped it was just how the older panther was.

Before Daniel could get to his feet, Ben leaned in, pressing his hands to his shoulders. He glanced up at the feline, his head cocked to the side.

“Yeah?"

“About last night."

“Uh-huh?"

“I was thinking. You want to be under my paws that badly?"

Daniel nodded.

“That wasn't just a phase last night? That's really what you want?"

He nodded again.

“Alright."

Ben took a deep breath, turning on his heel towards the chest of clothes at the far end of the room. The panther bent over it, rooting through the different bits and pieces inside, all while the human watched curiously.

“I was thinking about this last night, though I didn't think that you'd really be interested. Hell, Dad said humans could be, but never thought I'd see it."

“Interested in what?"

“Being under us," Ben said. “I mean, under paw, under our authority, that kinda thing. You were all over that last night, yeah?"

“Well…"

It wasn't entirely inaccurate. He'd been more interested in Ben's paws than he had been the rest of it. He'd mostly been trying to get underfoot to satisfy his own fetishes, see what it was like with an anthro, maybe find a way to get a little bit more…enjoyment out of his new family.

But this…

[i]I did let him shut me down last night,[/i] he thought, remembering the offer. Cum right then, and never do it again, or wait and see if something better happened the next day. [i]Maybe that was just being patient, but…[/i]

Maybe he really did have a need to be under anthros. Or at least, panthers.

“You got a point," he muttered.

“Yeah, heh. So…I wanted to give you this."

Daniel looked up as Ben turned around, and his cheeks went about as red as they could get.

Hanging from the panther's fingers was a black leather collar, the sort of thing that you might wrap around the neck of a pet or…or a different kind of 'pet', for that matter. The tag on the front was clearly a panther pawprint, and he knew exactly what it was supposed to mean.

“You want me to be…under you…officially?"

“Well, yeah. It's pretty obvious you want that kinda thing, too," Ben said. “Not like you can wear this all the time, but…when we're alone."

“You want me as your pet?"

“My obedient human, let's say."

That was almost worse, in some ways, and better in so many others. The thought of it being down to the species line like that, transcending the different standard bonds, almost made it feel all the more inevitable that he would have to bend over eventually.

He hadn't expected anything like this for the holidays, but he sure as hell wasn't going to turn it down.

Taking the collar from the panther's fingers, he tapped the tag to his throat, looking up after.

“I'd really like to give it a try."

“Then we'll do it. Dad's gonna be busy for most of the day, but he's still in the house, so I won't make you wear the collar now. But after…"

“After we go to bed?"

“Well, after we get [i]in[/i] bed, if you're good, I'll give you a very good reason to wear it again."

Considering what they'd already done, Daniel could only imagine what a 'very good reason' would be. It probably meant something much more intense, and he was perfectly fine with that.

Smiling, he tucked the collar under his pillow, feeling his cock grinding against the front of his underwear in the process. Before he could get up again, his soon-to-be step-brother tossed yesterday's clothes at him.

“Hey, get dressed. Just because you're my pet now doesn't mean that you go around naked all the time."

“Heh, alright, 'master.'"

“Mmmm, I like the sound of that already," Ben muttered.

#

They ended up going to the living room after Daniel had a late breakfast, though not until the human had to eat food out of a bowl in the middle of the kitchen. The only reason that was safe was because Ben Sr. was in the middle of dealing with a great deal of work, and neither of them felt like he was going to come out for a mid-morning snack.

It was still nerve-wracking, particularly considering that Ben tended to keep his paws on top of the human's head while he was enjoying his meal. It was rather…embarrassing, but the feeling of the toes kneading on the back of his head was rather sexy.

By the time that he'd finished, he half-expected to have to suck on the panther's toes to repay him for the 'gift' of food, but instead, they'd gone to the living room. Ben, of course, took the couch, but when Daniel tried to do the same, the panther gave him such a look that he froze in place.

As soon as the feline plonked his paws in the human's lap, it was pretty clear what he was supposed to do. He twisted a little, giving himself the chance to see the TV while still working, and got comfortable.

After the first few minutes, the feeling of sitting on the floor rather than the couch ceased to bother him, and it actually felt…right. After all, if he was going to embrace this role of his, he should just accept that he needed to be on the ground. Pets didn't come up on the couch unless they were invited by their betters.

[i]Am I taking this too far?[/i] he wondered. After all, he had just met Ben yesterday, and Ben Sr., for all that he was a decent guy, was definitely something of an anthro supremacist. It was masked for now, held back with Daniel's mother, but that wasn't something that would stay hidden with everyone.

And if his son held the same views…

[i]Well, I can always get out of it if I really don't like it,[/i] he thought, shrugging it off and continuing the slow massage.

He was just in the process of switching from one paw to the other when the elder Ben entered the room. Daniel dropped his head as soon as the bigger panther showed his face, not daring to look up in case he started blushing.

Junior, on the other hand…

“Dad, I don't know what kind of stuff Dan's mom has been teaching him, but he's ridiculously good at this."

“Well, his mother had mentioned that he was planning on being a vet. He likely knows the anatomy of paws better than most humans," the older panther said as he sat down.

“Heh, is that true? You didn't tell me you were studying to be a vet."

“Didn't seem that important," Daniel muttered.

It wasn't that he was that far along with his studies just yet. If anything he was only a first year in comparison to most others on the course. However, he had dived deep into the biology requirements right off the bat, and he had been rather fascinated with the big paws of feral cats, nearly as fascinated as he was with their anthro counterparts. He knew where all the pressure points were, how to avoid hurting them, and how to make them purr.

As he demonstrated by nudging a pressure point below the central paw pad on Junior's foot. The panther started making that soft, vibrating happy sound, and the older Ben chuckled.

“Heh, makes me wish his mother had the same skills."

“She's not so good with her hands?" Junior asked.

“Oh, where it counts, she is. But I wouldn't say no to something like that. I haven't had a good paw massage in a long time."

“Well, I just bet that Daniel here wouldn't mind giving you one."

[i]…Are you serious?[/i]

He slowly looked up from the curling clawed toes in his lap, looking for any sign of a joke on the panther's – on his master's – face.

There was none.

“Uh, well, I could –"

“Great. Then get over there."

There was something to the way that his 'master' was looking at him, an expression that very much said to go with it. Not to question it. Just…do it.

[i]Oh boy…[/i]

Not that he would mind putting his hands on the older panther's paws, but the fact was, he hadn't been able to hide his obsession the day before. There was no way in hell that he was going to hide it now, not when the other cat was likely going to be looking for any kind of weakness.

And yet…

He wanted to.

Shaking his head, Daniel scooted across the floor to the nearby armchair, lifting the older male's paws into his lap and letting them rest along his thighs. Lifting the one on the right, he dug his thumbs into the pads, starting to work his way up to the toes in the gentle, firm way that he had done with his master the night before.

It didn't take long for the toes to start curling over his fingers. Unlike Junior, Ben Sr. had his claws sheathed in leather, covering them and keeping them from damaging everything that they touched. He imagined that it was more because the older man wanted to keep them in good condition rather than out of any need to make other people safer, though.

He blushed as he worked his hands up and down the large, black-furred paws, feeling them press more firmly against his hands as he worked. There was no purring, yet, but he could feel the eyes of the older Ben looking down at him, measuring him.

[i]Oh god, oh god…[/i]

It didn't help that they were such lovely paws, either. He couldn't take his eyes off them, and he really did want to play with them. He wanted to lift them to his mouth, give them a few kisses and licks from the soft pads to the spaces between the toes, and the fact that they were bigger than Junior's paws just meant that there was that much more to savor, that much more to enjoy.

[i]God, stop thinking about that, stop it. You're going to get hard and –[/i]

“Well, Junior, you certainly worked quickly."

[i]…What?[/i]

Daniel slowly looked up, only to feel one of the paws lift from his lap and press down on his head, keeping his eyes down on the furry toes in front of him.

“Did you start this morning, or last night?"

“Heh, last night. He kept staring at my paws all through dinner. There wasn't any question what he wanted."

“Hmm. So he has the same tastes as his mother."

“More…information…than I needed to know…" Daniel muttered.

“Keep your head down, human."

It wasn't said in an angry way, but neither in a very affectionate one. It was just said with…power. Power and authority that just about forced Daniel to keep his head down even when the paw slipped off his forehead. It ran down his face, the leather-covered claws dragging down along the side of his nose and his cheeks, making its way back down to his lap.

[i]This is insane…[/i]

“I'm glad that you found your proper place, Daniel. Your interrogation last night was very loyal to your mother, but it was very out of order. As part of the family, you need to understand where you belong."

“Under the panthers?" he managed to grunt out.

“Completely correct. Has Junior instructed you in the rules just yet?"

“I was going to do that tonight, after dinner," the younger panther muttered.

“If he has accepted your terms – and I can only imagine that he has – then he needs to learn the rules now."

“Just remember, Dad. This one is mine."

[i]This one is mine? What?[/i]

Before he could ask, the two paws came off his lap, moving up to either side of his face. Much like Junior had done the day before, they squeezed, the toes digging into either side of his face and grinding against him.

“Look at me, pet."

[i]Pet?[/i]

It had been one thing when Junior had said it, but something else completely hearing it from Ben Sr. It was like when Junior said it, it was almost an endearment, something to show a bit of affection as well as a bit of dominance.

When Ben Sr. said it, it was stating his place.

[i]I'm in for it…I'm really in for it.[/i]

“From now on," Ben Sr. said, “you will not refer to my son as anything other than 'Master.' You will treat him with the due deference that comes with him being your immediate superior and owner."

“Owner?"

“Yes. [i]Owner.[/i] If you must, you may use his name when you are around your family, but otherwise, you will treat him as the superior being that he is."

The paws tightened on either side of his head, almost cutting off blood flow from the pressure that they were putting on his temples. He groaned, trying to shift his position a bit, but the bigger panther had him pinned.

“Do you understand?"

“Mmm-hmm!"

“Good. Second, you will not eat from a plate. You will eat from a bowl, and whenever you have dinner away from your family and with Junior, you will eat on all fours like the pet you are. If Junior asks, you will even eat your meal from his paws."

“Dad, gross."

“You may choose not to do that, Junior, but he needs to know that this is part of his reality now." Ben Sr. looked down at him. “Do you understand that, human? Do you understand what you're getting yourself in for?"

“I…"

It had been right there in front of him, but he hadn't been willing to look at it. Oh, he'd worried about it, but he was thinking that he could always get out of it if he didn't really like where it went.

This…this was not like that.

Everything that the family patriarch said told him that this was a more or less permanent arrangement. He was being put into his place as a pet for the son of the family, and considering that they were living elsewhere, that meant that his mother would never know what was happening to her son. She would never know that he was submitting himself to this extreme degree to an anthro, letting them rule over a human.

And if he ever told…

The way that Ben Sr. looked at him was exactly the way that a lawyer would look at the opposition that was on the verge of losing. There was no way for him to back out.

And he realized something else. He didn't want to.

Daniel lowered his head, nodding slowly.

“I understand, sir."

“Do you want this, human?"

“I do."

“Even understanding what it means? That you submit to being my son's pet for as long as he'll have you?"

“Yes, sir. I understand."

“Good. You may continue your massage. Feel free to add anything that you think would impress me."

The family patriarch pulled his paws down, resting one over the human's crotch and the other on his hands. Almost mechanically, Daniel got back to work, lifting the paw up and rubbing under the toes, giving himself a little time to think.

A glance at Junior didn't help in the slightest. The other panther almost looked a little intimidated at what his father had done. He would guess that his stepbrother-to-be probably hadn't expected something quite like that, even if he hadn't protested.

Then again, it might just be not wanting to challenge the head of the family.

[i]Just…do what you need to do, and make sure you do it well. He might take this away from you if you do it badly.[/i]

He was kind of amazed that he wasn't intimidated away from the whole experience, but he knew that there was something to him that bowed to authority. It had always been there, right from the start with his mother telling him where to go to school, his advisors telling him what he needed to study, what friends he had telling him what he needed to do and what he didn't need to do. He was one for following orders.

And now…well, it seemed that he'd found the perfect way to settle into that. If he was made to follow orders, then by all logic, he was doomed to be a follower. Might as well be for someone that he liked.

So, he settled in, massaging the pads of the father, and slowly adding in little licks between the toes. The soft grunts and huffs from above told him that he was doing a good job, and he forced himself to keep licking even when those velvet-sheathed claws ground against his skin.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

#

It was more than long. It was a giant training session, and one that Daniel had [i]not[/i] been prepared for.

After the massage, the human had been put through a rigorous course of how to behave, how to show proper respect for the panther species. He was to trail directly behind his master at a certain number of paces whenever he was alone, giving respect by never moving ahead unless ordered to. He was to keep the bed made, to always sleep on the floor and stay off the furniture unless he was specifically invited to and allowed to be there.

After etiquette lessons, he was dragged to the kitchen, taught how to make the most basic of seafood dishes. He would have to serve in various ways, after all, and he needed to have the skills needed to do what the master asked him to do.

Then, after that, Ben Sr. took him to the office in the back of the house, laying out a set of contracts that he was made to sign. As far as he could tell, they were a step away from proper ownership papers, almost back to the days of slave labor. He didn't have a chance to read them; he was only told that they needed to be signed if he really wanted to keep his position as Ben Jr.'s pet.

Considering that was exactly what he wanted, he signed without question. Junior signed afterward, giving him a glance that might have been questioning, or might have been apologetic. It was hard to tell.

He was pretty sure that the training would have continued if his mother and Junior's sister hadn't shown up at that point. There'd been a look from Ben Sr. that such a thing would have happened if they weren't suddenly busy, and he shivered as he wondered how much more training he could have taken, or worse, where it might have gone.

Dinner was quick, take-out again that the girls had brought him, and then everyone went their separate ways. He and Junior went to their room, and he made sure to walk behind the panther as the head of the house watched him the entire way.

They shut the door behind them, and almost instantly, he collapsed to the floor, leaning against the door.

“Holy crap, your dad is a hard-ass."

“Yeah, well, that's kind of his way. The lawyer stuff kinda solidified all those old traditions of his," the panther said, sitting down at the edge of the bed.

“Is he serious about all those rules?"

“While we're here? Yeah."

“And while we're away?"

“Definitely whenever he comes to visit. Otherwise…eh, we'll see what we're in the mood for."

[i]At least you're taking it the sane way,[/i] he thought, shaking his head as he looked back at the door. [i]I wonder if he's putting my mom through this, too?[/i]

That, at least, he doubted. There was something to the older male that made him think that he treated females differently. Even if he saw his mother as inferior on the species level, he was pretty sure that the lawyer would treat her nicely because she was female.

At least she'd be safe from all these rules.

“Hey."

He looked up, blushing slightly at the panther paw extended to him. Daniel crawled across the floor, reaching up and taking it in the palm of his hand. Half through training, half through desire, he pulled himself closer and kissed the center toe.

“Good human," Junior said with a chuckle. “But that's not the only reason I wanted you to come here."

“Why, then?"

“Well, remember how I told you that I'd give you a good reason to wear the collar?"

Daniel nodded.

“I thought tonight you might want to lose your virginity."

“…You mean…"

“Heh, I think you'd like being at the end of my cock."

The human blushed as the panther undid the button and then the zipper of his pants, pulling out his dick. It was already stiffening up, probably wanting as much attention as the human's did, considering that neither of them finished last night. Daniel lowered his head, blushing worse as he thought about how it was going to feel to have a panther cock in his ass.

[i]I…never tried this before…[/i] He had never gone further than fantasizing, never even tried to put a toy back there. He'd only ever thought about some paw play, maybe mutually jerking off, but now…

Well, everything had gotten that much more real.

“Come on, up on the bed."

Moving a bit mechanically, he dragged himself up on the bed. Junior had already pulled the collar out from under the pillow, and he took it and wrapped it around his neck. The soft click of the metal pieces locking into place through the leather sent a shiver down his spine. He was really doing this. He was really submitting.

The feeling of his pants coming down only reinforced that, reminding him of how much he was giving up, how much he was giving in to allow this to happen. His cock throbbed all the harder beneath him as Junior dragged his jeans down to his ankle, a furry, soft-clawed finger rubbing around his pucker.

“Heh, nice and tight, aren't you?"

“Haven't…haven't had much experience."

“Well, you're definitely getting that tonight."

Oh, he knew that much. His ass was going to get a stretch for the ages, from what he remembered of the panther's shaft. He was going to be stretched, and he was probably going to lose what interest he had left for human males.

And he was fine with that. If he was going to be a panther's pet, he might as well go all the way.

Daniel leaned forward, reaching back and pulling at his ass cheeks, spreading them out and leaving his hole properly exposed. He felt that claw again, the edge of a knuckle rubbing against his pucker, and then it pulled back. For a second, he wondered why, but as he felt Junior slipping between his legs, kneeling so close to him, it was pretty obvious.

The heat of that cock against his hole was more than he expected, and so was the pressure against his pucker. He groaned, lowering his head to the mattress, blushing worse as he felt his rim trying to pull tighter.

Feeling barbs against his ass was something that he hadn't expected, but of course, he should have. Feline, after all. He looked over his shoulder.

“Do you, uh, have any lube?"

“Don't think we'll need it."

“What? I haven't taken anything back there before, you know."

“Heh, don't worry."

That slick tip rubbed against him, oozing with hot pre, and the human groaned at the soft, squelching sounds it made as Junior lined up.

“We panthers make plenty of our own lube."

“Yes, but – mmmph!"

That first push sunk two inches into him right off the bat, and oh, he could tell that they were inside of him. The barbs scratched and rubbed against his inner walls in a very, very different way than he was used to, and the sheer thickness of that shaft left his hole feeling hot, a bit sore, and very, very stretched.

He slumped forward, only held up by the tight grip of Junior's fingers around his waist. He huffed and puffed, his eyes closed to slits.

“Holy…holy cow, you're big…"

“Mmm. Say it."

“Say what?"

A finger hooked through the back of his collar, lifting him up just enough to make it a bit harder to breathe.

“Call me Master…"

“Mmmph, Master…"

Junior growled over him, gradually edging more and more of that barbed cock into his ass. Every little inch felt like so much more, and Daniel's fingers tightened into the bedsheets, trying to keep a grip on reality as his ass was being opened up little by little. Every time he felt the barbs moving again, he had to bite off a hiss. He wasn't sure if it was of pleasure or pain, but it was definitely potent.

The only good thing was that Junior's cock was the same width all the way down to the base. There were no sudden flares of thickness, no wider spots. Just a long, thick shaft that had barbs on the top that were gradually tickling away at his insides.

[i]Breathe,[/i] he told himself. [i]Just keep breathing.[/i]

And gradually, that thick shaft went deeper, and deeper, and his hole slowly got used to it. By the time that it finally bottomed out inside of him, he could feel that it was actually settled in, and his hole no longer burned in the same way. The consistent pressure on his prostate had his cock throbbing hard beneath hm, and he groaned as he shifted his weight and felt the barbs pushing against his inner walls.

“I think…after this…we should start filling out paperwork," Junior muttered.

“For what?"

“To move you to my school. To live with me."

“Nnngh…I could…" He blushed. “I could…enjoy that."

“Then it's a done deal."

The panther started pulling back, the two of them groaning at the same time in pure pleasure. Daniel could hardly believe that he was enjoying this as much as he was. He had expected to be barely able to tolerate it, at best, and instead –

“Mmmph!"

He pushed back. He pushed back, sinking more than half of that thick cock inside of him again without even being prompted. The pressure almost pushed him over the edge to orgasm, his hole clenching down tight on Junior's dick.

“Mmm, you like it that much, huh? You ready for me to put you in your place, then?"

“Mmmph…so ready…"

“Then get ready, human, because after tonight, you'll never be looking at anyone else the way that you'll look at panthers."

The first thrust made him see stars. The second made him go limp. The third one made him cum.

He lost count after that. He was a bit too busy cumming his brains out under the dominant feline, happily accepting his place in life.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]