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[b][u][center]Training the Human

Chapter 2: Under Protection, Underfoot

For Guy_Threepwood

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

Morning came, and with it, the first strike.

CRACK! Went the ground beneath his heel, and his slave fell forward, losing his balance from the loss of earth beneath him.

“Faster, slave! Faster!"

The tiger whipped his leg around, breaking down the ground with one blow after another. Not one was aimed directly at the slave that was training beneath him, but every single one of them was aimed to destabilize him, knock him off-balance, anything to make it harder to move around. Even the soldiers on the edges of the hastily drawn training circle had a hard time holding their footing with the constant pounding; the human was barely keeping himself upright.

Lord Denar shook his head, pausing with his leg held up, heel pointed towards the sky.

“Do you think you'll get a break from your hunters, slave? Do you think that they'll let you have a moment to catch your breath?"

“No, master…"

“Then why do you think I'm giving you a break now?"

“Because…because there's no…more ground to break."

The tiger smiled. It was the right answer, of course; such destabilizing moves only worked if the ground was suitably hard beneath one's feet, or the force would be distributed through the gravel or dust. He'd already pounded the area around him into gravel.

Slowly, he lowered his leg.

“Speak quickly, slave. How much more of that could you take?"

“I was…almost at my limit."

“Clarify, human."

“…Maybe…95% there?"

“Better."

Last night, it'd been well past the human's endurance before they'd had to stop, with less than half of the ground crushed. His slave had done well to improve so much overnight; he'd definitely picked the best candidate to learn his style.

Stepping off of the little island of rock, Lord Denar approached the naked human. He patted him on the shoulder, dragging him out of the fighting ring. The tiger soldiers on the edge stepped out of the way, giving him a way through as he dragged the human towards the prepared drinks. Nothing more than water, but it was better than leaving them both dehydrated for the day to come.

[i]Particularly if the General decides that he wants to talk with me again about…this.[/i]

He shook his head. It might happen, it might not. He would deal with it if it did, and if it didn't, then he wouldn't waste his energy worrying about it. Such was the way of the Stalking Cat.

With a gesture, he sent his slave to his knees. The human went down immediately, something he was happy to see. The hesitance of the last few days seemed to have been beaten out of him by the rabbit ambush last night. It had been replaced with an almost…prideful level of obedience, as if the human was trying to prove a point about something. He wondered what it was.

Regardless of the reason, he sat down on the chair left for him, and poured himself a glass of water. The remaining liquid, he poured over his toes, letting it wash his feet clean before leaving the slick undersides for his slave. As the human moved in, licking without being commanded, the tiger glanced over his men and the camp around him.

It was barely past dawn, so the tents that had been put up last night had yet to be struck down. Most of them were still flying the flags of this or that lord, displaying where they were staying and where their retainers were to find them, while some few were kept blank. The rabbit mercenaries used those as small 'barracks' throughout the camp, giving them different bases during their night patrols as well as places for their own supplies.

The camp itself was spread out on both sides of the road, almost forming a city, with his tent and fighting ring directly to the left of the road. He sipped at his water as he looked down the route they were to take today, wiggling his toes as the human licked over his pads. It would be a long trip, and if they were lucky, they'd reach Lake Brunen. Half the slaves would be taken over the water there, headed off towards one of the other markets, and he was pretty sure that they'd probably get sold off along the way to the smaller markets in the countryside rather than taken to some of the other lordly capitals.

The downside was that the other tiger lords would be heading out as well, leaving him and his men alone with the skunks and bears, who were all headed towards the capital. Denar sipped at his water again, draining the cup slowly as he considered his options.

The General had been polite, yesterday, but he was just the first among many that disapproved of him taking a human like this. More, he knew that they disapproved of the slave getting away with what he'd done without punishment, and he wouldn't have been surprised if they were partially responsible for his slave's beating the night before. The rabbits were run by pride; the nobles were run by spite. They'd try and do something to pay back their shame at seeing a human fight a noble as if they were equals, and getting rewarded for the 'impudence.'

“Other foot, slave."

He moved his leg, pushing the still-damp left foot into the human's face. As the slave's tongue started working over the underside, Denar leaned back in his chair.

[i]There's no point worrying about them now. If they strike again, you can take action; for now, let them serve as motivation.[/i]

For now, he would enjoy the feeling of the slave getting his morning drink. Each little lick dragged over his foot in a most pleasant way, tip working along the arch towards the toes, and then lifting up and away with a good, satisfying slurp. He felt the droplets getting replaced by spittle, little by little leaving his feet soft and slick.

Wiggling his toes, he caught the human's tongue with them as it reached up between them. He smiled down at the slave, chuckling.

“I see that you're starting to enjoy it down there, slave."

“Mmmph…'et 'o o' 'y 'ongue, 'ir."

“For now. But answer my question."

He let go of the human's tongue, letting the slave lean back a bit. There was no hiding the human's erection, of course; nudity didn't allow for that sort of thing in the slightest, and it was…quite generous for a human. But the amusing part, for Lord Denar, was the fact that the human was hard from being underfoot.

The noble reached down, rubbing at his sheath lightly as his cock started to slide free. As soon as it was far enough out, he wrapped his fingers around it, stroking slowly.

“Enjoying being under my feet, slave?"

“…I enjoy serving you, master."

“That isn't the question, slave." Denar squeezed his cock around the middle, smirking. “Do you like being under my feet?"

“…I do…because you made me love it."

“Not right, and you know it."

The human's cheeks burned, and the slave looked away. Denar reached out with a foot, forcing the human to look at him again.

“Now, say it. Do you like being under my feet?"

“Yes, Master…"

“That's better, human. Much better."

Denar smiled, lowering his spit-soaked foot to the human's crotch. As soon as his toes made contact with the human's throbbing shaft, the slave gasped, groaning and lowering his head with burning cheeks. It was as delicious-looking as he expected, and the tiger stroked himself a little bit more firmly, teasing himself to the sight.

“You know what you want. Every time we fight, I see your eyes flicking to my feet."

“It's…part of seeing where you're going to strike, Master."

“Wrong."

He pushed forward, pressing his sole flat against the slave's crotch, smashing it flat against the human's belly. Almost instantly, his slave let out a soft moan, slumping forward, and the tiger felt a twitch, a pulse beneath his foot.

[i]Yes, he really does know what he wants. Even if he won't admit it, he knows what he wants.[/i]

The tiger ground his heel against the human's balls, just enough to push them down, enough to milk out some more pre. It squirted and oozed between his toes, and he wiggled them together, enjoying the ooze that came free.

But still, a lesson had to be taught.

It wasn't that he was unaware of the tiger soldiers around him. It was simply that he didn't care. They were of his house, servants and soldiers and guardians. They would watch what he told them to watch, and they were far enough below him to be unable to comment, or render judgment. But they did make for a fine audience to embarrass the human with.

He lifted his foot away from the slave's cock, holding it up so that the pre and slime along the underside stood out in stark relief.

“You stare at my feet, hoping that they'll come down on you and pin you, like they did that first night. You stare at them, because you want to have your face pressed against them, worshiping my soles. It is not part of the art to predict a blow by watching feet; it's part of your perversions that leave you staring, whimpering, begging for them to come down on you. And you know it, don't you?"

“…"

“Admit your fault, slave. You will be no worse for it."

“I…do admit that I like them, Master."

“That's better."

“…"

“Do you want something, slave?"

“Can…I have it back where it was?"

“No."

The tiger chuckled, sliding forward on his chair until he was barely seated on it at all. His legs spread, and he pulled at his cock again, pointing it forward until it was nudging at the human's cheek.

“If you want something more from me, human, you will have to earn it the way that everyone else among the slaves does. You will service me."

“…Here?"

“Where else?"

“I was hoping…maybe your tent –"

“Your submission to me is public, as is your ownership. You will do as I say…now."

[i]It is for our own good, as well as my pleasure,[/i] he thought as he rested one foot on the human's shoulders, pulling him in close so that he couldn't get away from the shaft in his face. The throbbing cock dripped already, running clear fluid along the side of the human's face, leaving little droplets here and there that would dry if they weren't washed off quickly. He waggled his cock side to side, rubbing it over the human's lips.

“Suck, and show how much you'll do to earn the feet you crave."

He could feel his soldiers watching him. Their judgment wasn't what he was worried about, but the tales that they might carry to the other soldiers after the day's travel…that concerned him. They needed to carry the right words, or his whole idea of taming a human and using it as a soldier would dry up before it could take off.

Finally, his slave opened his mouth, and sucked.

The tiger groaned at the soft, warm feeling of the inside of the human's mouth, closing his eyes for a moment to savor the sensation before looking down again. The human's eyes were closed as well, though he doubted it was for the same reasons. He chuckled, reaching down and rubbing the human's head.

“That's it. That is proper submission. You know what you want, and what you have to do to earn it. Now, take my cock deeper."

It was a sight of beauty, watching the slave's mouth slowly work further and further down his cock, sliding past the midpoint and then towards the base. The pink lips were soft and smooth, and the smooth teeth inside – even when they ground against his cock – were still better than the fangs of a tiger or tigress. Far, far better suited for delivering pleasure than they were to hunting.

[i]Heh, I will have to indulge in this more often.[/i]

He continued resting his hand on the human's head, gradually guiding him in deeper and deeper, leaning his head back as the soldiers watched them. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see one of his men starting to grope at himself, and stifled a chuckle.

“It seems my men are enjoying themselves as well, human. You must be making a good impression on the warriors of my house. Perhaps they will gain their own slaves someday, if you show them the incentive to own someone as talented as you."

The human's throat clenched down on his cock tip at that, and he knew that he'd hit a nerve. He smirked, squeezing the back of his slave's head, keeping him from pulling back, keeping him from sputtering or making a scene.

“Let's not forget, human, you were the one that made the deal with me. I offered the terms, but you took them. You are the one that submitted himself to these duties, you were the one that was willing to trade dignity for life and power. It wasn't my force that drove you to your knees. It was your own desires."

That blush was back, and this time, it burned hotter than ever. He could feel it spreading warmth over his cock and balls, running against his crotch when he forced the human down to the base of his cock, and he groaned at the pleasurable feeling that it filled him with. It was utter domination. The human was strong, could potentially learn to be stronger than any of his soldiers, but he would always be bound by his own desires.

Finally, he allowed the human to pull his head back, and the slave did just that, rising all the way back to the tip before opening his mouth. The sudden rushing air over his cock left Denar hissing, and before the human could catch his breath, he shoved his slave back down.

“If you want the pleasure of my soles on your cock, human, you will get me off before we leave for the day. Otherwise, you'll have to settle for the pleasure of my cock up your ass again. I know that you enjoyed that, no matter how much you protested. The way your ass squeezed down…there was no hiding that."

The burning from the human's blush got hotter, stronger, and he smirked to himself. His cock was throbbing harder in tune to the humiliation that he heaped down on his slave, and he knew that it was only going to get better.

He forced the human down, all the way down to the base of his cock. The slight squirming that the slave did, the way that he tried – consciously or not – to fight against his new position was almost funny. It was impossible, of course. The difference in their strength was too obvious for anyone to deny, and he would imagine that the human knew that, on some level. He just couldn't surrender completely, yet.

Denar looked to the side, saw that one of the tigers had reached beneath his leather armor and had started fondling himself. The lord snapped his fingers, and instantly the soldier went to attention.

“Lord?"

“You are enjoying yourself?"

“Yes, my lord."

“Then you can come over here, and do it properly."

“Sir?"

The human's eyes were locked on him as he glanced down, and Denar chuckled to himself. He let the human pull back a bit, but not all the way. Just enough to be able to keep sucking along his cock head.

“You will come over here, soldier, and you will jerk off on the human's face. I wish him to carry the seed of tigers with him today."

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

So it was that the human bobbed up and down on his cock, while one of his soldiers – a lieutenant, if he remembered right – stood at his side, jerking off slowly and grunting from time to time. Those soldiers that lingered at the sides started to grow erect as well, and he doubted that they would be holding back for long as soon as he was out of sight.

Denar groaned as he felt the human's tongue working out his sensitive spots, finding the places beneath his cock head and the one at the gap between cock and balls. Every time that the human bobbed his head, he seemed to find a new place to pleasure, and the slippery, wet feelings of those lips moving along his cock was only making it better. He growled, his fingers curling and his claws popping out.

“You are close, lieutenant?"

“Yes, sir."

“Then push yourself over the edge. You will not outlast me."

“Yes, my lord."

He held the human still, forcing his slave to turn his head so that he was looking at the soldier in question. There were more squirms, more attempts to slip free, but he forced his slave to remain as still as possible, even going so far as to use his claws to keep the human from jerking his head around. His cock throbbed harder and harder in the human's mouth, the idea of what was about to happen hitting him hard.

In little more than a few seconds, the tiger lieutenant lost control. A sudden spurt of pre, then cum launched from the barbed cock at his side, splattering all over the slave's face. The human looked entirely displeased, his face scrunching up, his eyes closing.

Just as he hoped.

[i]They'll carry the story of his submission to the other camps, and they'll see that the human knows his place. Better that they believe him compliant and submissive rather than a fighter. It might make them hold off.[/i]

It was his last thought before he blew his own load down the human's throat, cumming hard. The slave grunted beneath him, but only for a moment before he started swallowing. Hard. Hard enough to bother the tiger's cock in its oversensitive state. Lord Denar hid his reaction, but he had to bite his lip to do it, and he glared down at the human.

[i]Cheeky,[/i] he thought as the human smiled around his cock.

When he was finished shooting, he cleared his throat, waving at the various soldiers around him.

“Get to work. They will be striking camp soon, and we will not be left behind."

A simple salute was given, and they all disappeared. In short order, it was just him and the human left by the fighting circle, and he finally allowed the human the chance to pull back from his cock. The slave coughed and sputtered, clearing his throat repeatedly before looking up at him.

“What was that about?"

“I'm making sure that you aren't labeled as the main target."

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

“Do you think that the rabbits are the only ones that will come after you?"

“…"

“There are others equally displeased with my work. They'll becoming after me, and you, if I don't do something to throw them off the trail."

“Humiliation?"

“Better that they see you being treated as a normal slave rather than getting more special treatment. Admittedly, I am taking it further –"

“Because why the fuck now?"

“But better that they see this than they see you being treated like a prized pet."

“…I'd prefer to be treated like a person."

“That life, human, is long gone. You are a slave, and no matter how good you do at the tasks I give you, you will always be a slave. The best you can hope for is that you have someone that treats you well at the end of the day."

The tiger pulled himself to his feet, turning to the tent behind them. There was a robe waiting for him inside, as well as other clothing that he would need for the day. He brushed off his arms, clearing off the last bit of dust from the fight, and looked over his shoulder.

“Today, you will be allowed to walk on your own. You need not ride on my saddle and my cock today."

“What about…"

“Your reward?"

“…Yes, Master."

“You will receive it tonight, when things have settled down. Trust me…you will enjoy what I have for you."

“Then…what do I –"

“Do as you will. Just walk besides the wagon when it comes time to leave camp."

He shrugged as he walked away from the human, stepping into the tent and pulling at the clothes that had been laid out for him. Awkwardly, of course – there was no doubt that the human needed more training as a camp slave, as well as a fighter – but at least they were laid out rather than left in his chest.

Lord Denar had put on his leggings and was working on his shirt when the tent flap opened. The tiger turned –

And immediately ducked as a dagger swished through the air where his head had been. He hit the ground and rolled backwards, coming back up in a defensive stance, on one foot with the other leg half-extended.

The intruder remained at the front of his tent, the skunk holding the dagger in an underhanded way, point down from his hand and the bottom of the grip at the top of his hand, near the thumb. It was good for stabbing downwards, but not much good for a knife fight. And the skunk didn't have the air of a wizard around him.

Denar lowered his leg, shaking his head.

“What is the meaning of this?"

“It's a message, from Lord Sankun."

“And what does your master have to say to me that he couldn't use a runner rather than a knife-man?"

The skunk shrugged.

“He wished to see if you would be able to avoid it. If you couldn't, then it would be proof that your fighting style is not worth teaching."

“He would have been correct. Yet, I am not dead."

“No, but I am about to be, I'm sure."

“That depends on what you have to tell me."

“You think that I should betray my own lord?"

“I have yet to meet a skunk that will not turn from his cause, given sufficient motivation and money."

“What have you of the latter?"

“You need no cause?"

“Lord Sankun is hardly the best of masters; I merely lack the funds to set myself up elsewhere."

The tiger nodded towards the side of the bed, where a smaller chest lay. As the skunk passed by – offering up the dagger as he did – Denar made a few more observations. The soft cloth on the intruder wasn't as fine as it had initially looked, nor did it have the same quality to it that some of the minor lords did. Yet, the skunk did have the bearing of someone used to nobility, perhaps someone raised among them.

[i]A younger brother, perhaps, or a cousin. Someone that wasn't able to benefit from the full weight of the family's wealth. Could be useful.[/i]

He nodded his permission at the skunk, who opened the chest. Twenty bags of gold were contained within, and Denar pointed to the top two.

“Take those, and give me information. Then, perhaps, I will spare your life."

“Three bags, and all the information I have will be yours."

“You value your life so highly?"

“I know you value yours such. I will not be the last, after all."

[i]And he wouldn't say that without certainty, damn wizardborns…[/i]

He nodded, and three bags disappeared like pastries into the mouths of children. The skunk closed the chest, and sat on top of it, looking up at him.

“What do you wish to know?"

“How many, besides Sankun, want my head?"

“He has a coalition," the skunk admitted. “Three other lords of his own species, two among the bears."

Not a large one, but a large enough one to cause problems, particularly on the road to the capital. If they decided to make a stand against him, their numbers would overwhelm his. An accident on the road could easily be blamed on a slave escape and uprising, and they'd be free of any responsibility for what happened to slaves that they didn't like.

He nodded at the skunk to continue.

“Among his own species, there are two wizards, as well as himself, with the third being an academic in the service of the crown," the skunk said. “On the other side, there is the Ranger –"

“I can deal with him."

“And the General."

“…Well…That complicates things."

He turned his back on the intruder, tapping a finger against his chin. It wasn't as if the General had been overly kind about the matter of his human, but he had expected the bear to leave him be once delivering a warning. He hadn't thought that it would be taken further, certainly not to levels of assassination.

[i]A pity. I'll have to do something about him…[/i] he thought, keeping the memories that threatened to come up from taking over. Old friends from old wars or not, it was time for him to fight for his life.

The sound of the skunk standing broke through his thoughts, and he turned to look at the stranger. The bags of gold were gone, disappeared, probably hidden in the skunk's trousers somewhere in a hidden pocket or a subtle fold.

“I've paid you your asking price. I have one task for you, before you depart."

“I suppose I can do that for you."

“When you leave, speak with your former master. Tell him that he has two days to either end his coalition, or accomplish his goal. After that, I will come for his head, personally."

“You think that he will take the warning?"

“I hope he doesn't."

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The day went by swiftly, though not as swiftly as the day before. Then again, he lacked the pleasant distraction of his slave's ass around his cock for the journey. The human spent his time among the slave wagons, walking around them and occasionally hitching a ride on the back. On the occasion that Lord Denar swept back to see how he was doing, he wasn't entirely surprised to see that the human was up to his ears in trouble with the slaves in the wagon. Despite their similar species, he doubted that they took it kindly that one of their own had escaped the cages.

About an hour before sunrise, they reached Lake Brunen, and the caravans split in two. He swept down on the human, lifting him off of one of the wagons heading for the lake shore, and carried him on horseback with those that were still heading towards the capital. The squirming mattered little; he was used to the human's annoyed movements by now.

Rather than remaining at his tent once it was set up, however, the tiger gathered his slave and dragged him along to the canteen. The human followed at his heels, grumbling, and Denar chuckled.

“Wishing that you could be at my feet again, human?"

“You promised that I'd have a chance to enjoy them after the trip."

“And you will. At dinner."

“What do you mean?"

He chuckled, looking over his shoulder.

“I mean, I'm going to give a little display of your loyalty and my rewards for it."

“Didn't I already do enough, letting that tiger cum all over my face?"

“You did something. I wouldn't call it enough. Silence."

Commanding the human to quiet was more done due to the fact that they'd arrived at the canteen than anything else. The large tent flap opened easily, and he stepped inside without a word. All around him, soldiers of all species looked up from their meals at his arrival. The tigers stood and saluted. The rest – mostly black rabbits, with a smattering of bears, wolves, and skunks – remained in their seats, their expressions ranging from simple annoyance to a muted glare.

He smiled, clapping his hands together.

“It's alright. Don't get up. Now…before I take my dinner, I have an announcement to make."

“And what is that, Lord Denar?" one of the rabbits called out.

“A response to the attack on my slave the other night."

The canteen went quiet, with everyone's forks paused on the way to their mouths or clattering on the table. He was taking a risk here; calling out the actions of another lord, implied or otherwise, was fine in private, but to do it in public invited reprisals if he didn't win.

He was confident he would.

“Slave, which of these rabbits was the one that ambushed you the other night?"

“…I would say –"

“You'd let a slave accuse one of us?!"

Half of the rabbits stood up en masse, and several were about to climb over the tables when Denar made his move. With a step that kicked his leg up over his head, the tiger brought the heel of his boot down hard, slamming into the edge of the long table in front of him. A crack split it right down the middle from the point of impact, sending trays flying and knocking some of the rabbits on it off of their feet.

The confused clamor continued until he clapped his hands again.

“I am allowing a strong fighter to face his attacker. There's no reason why he shouldn't; his display of fighting skill on his first night shows him the equal of many of you in sheer prowess. If you consider yourselves better…then show it now. Slave. Show me."

“It would be that one, master."

His slave pointed to a rabbit with a scarred ear, ripped along the side, with the mark of a captain along his arm. The tiger nodded.

“Have at him."

“Master?"

“You heard me. The duel is on!"

As soon as he called it out, the table between them cleared, and the rabbit vaulted forward. Denar stepped back, and looked further down the canteen, towards the corner where the higher officers and the lords sat. Lord Narrad met his eyes, and the black rabbit sneered at him.

[i]You think that you'll win, and you just might,[/i] the tiger thought, watching as the battle was joined, his slave ducking around some of the blows that came his way. [i]You train your soldiers well…but I think I might just have the advantage here.[/i]

The Way of the Stalking Cat was a fighting style that emphasized power over almost anything else, but the one thing that superseded the delivery of a powerful blow was patience. A stalking cat would wait, drawing its prey out until there would be no escape. Dodging, weaving, stealth; all of it played into the hunt, and the style was adaptable to each person's style.

In his slave's case, it was a matter of taking blows where it hurt less. He'd never seen his human be particularly fast – certainly not faster than a rabbit – but he did know that his slave could take blows that most couldn't. He crossed his arms under his chest, watching the exchange as the human and rabbit leaped onto a nearby table. Big, black-furred feet rained down in quick blows, looking like they were hitting the human in the gut and ribs…to the untrained eye.

[i]Heh…taking it on the arms, or along the hips. Letting it slide off rather than getting a real hit. Good, good,[/i] he thought to himself. [i]Just wait for the opening…rabbits always get impatient. And…[/i]

There it was. The black rabbit's leg came up, aiming for the human's face, and his slave reacted perfectly. An upwards kick, knocking the rabbit off-balance, was followed up by the human's heel coming down right between the rabbit's ears. The crack of impact echoed through the tent, and the rabbit went down immediately.

“And we have a winner," Lord Denar said in the silence that came after. “Human, here."

His slave rushed over to him, already grinning. Before too many people could see that, he dragged the human down, pushing his head back onto a chair, and held him there as he started to strip down.

“My slave has won his fight, but he is, after all, only a slave. Lord Narrad, come to me. We will speak while he serves his purpose."

“What –"

“Silence."

He finally managed to get his trousers off, and sat down, feeling the human's face sliding between his ass cheeks, lips pressing against his hole. Denar shook his head, wriggling his hips as though he was getting comfortable, and hoping that no one realized that he was really trying to find a good position to not put all of his weight down on the human beneath him.

[i]They can't be allowed to see him as an equal. Not yet. I have to discipline him.[/i]

As the black rabbit walked over, and the human seemed to get the message and started licking his ass, Lord Denar's mind slipped off to what he could do next. This would eliminate – or at least massively reduce – the threat from the black rabbits. But he still had to deal with Sankun's coalition. Not something he looked forward to.

Regardless, he was committed…and he had to keep moving forward.

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