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[b][u][center]Constructing Your Inspiration

for Jagger8090

by Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The soft, artificial 'click' of his phone camera was the only sound to be heard on the hills overlooking the city, but Hadley wished there was more. From here, he could see everything, from the high-rises on the far side to the lake that all the rich people clustered around at the center of the city to the construction projects on the east and west side. His phone camera could take it all in, and he'd already taken a few dozen landscape shots, experimenting with different filters and testing out the way his phone's panorama feature worked, but it was already getting boring, and worse, barely inspiring in the slightest.

He lowered his phone again, flicking through the different pictures. It wasn't that his current crop of photos were bad; he knew that there were magazines out there that would happily pick up one or two of them for tourism photos, or some website that'd pay a pittance for something like this, but...well, none of them 'inspired' him. None of them ever did, not from a distance like this.

[i]Not that I'll get much of anything, really, until I get some models or something,[/i] Hadley thought, shaking his head as he looked down at the city again. [i]Tons of people, nothing grabbing my attention...[/i]

Shaking his head, the young man leaned back against one of the trees at the top of the hill. He'd always wanted to try his hand at photography, but anything serious cost a [i]lot[/i] of money. Phone cameras had come a long way, there was no doubt about that, but there was always the issue of what to do when you reached a certain level. The twenty-something chuckled, shaking his head.

"When you reach a certain level...God, if I'd already gotten [i]that[/i] far..."

He adjusted his t-shirt and jeans, pulling them a bit tighter as the wind blew over the hill. Taking it as a sign that he'd be better off looking for more inspiration and better photos somewhere else, he picked up his backpack from the ground and tossed it over his shoulder. There were other parts of the city that photographed better up-close, and he needed to at least try and find a few different subjects.

After all, if he wanted to actually get into photography as a business and a passion, he'd need to figure out how to do something that was more than just 'technically interesting.' That was the most that he'd heard about his photos so far, and he wanted to hear more.

He wanted to be more.

#

Hadley had a tendency to wander when he didn't have a specific destination in mind. He never entirely meant to do it, but his mind drifted easily, and that meant that his feet tended to find their own path to and from various locations. When it happened, he often ended up all but tripping over himself when he realized where he'd gone, not entirely aware of how he'd gotten there in the first place.

In this case, his destination hit him over the head with a low-hanging piece of timber.

"Nnngh!"

Hadley stumbled back, cupping his forehead from the impact as he hissed under his breath. He looked up to find himself on the edge of a construction yard, and more to the point, one that wasn't staffed with other humans.

[i]Oh...damn...[/i]

He'd wandered further than he thought. Humans occupied most of the north, central, and south sides of the city, while the anthros tended to congregate more on the east and west sides. Not surprising that they were working in construction, considering the generally-accepted 'truth' that the anthros were physically stronger than most humans, but it was still a bit of a shock to the system to see so many at once. Back home, he usually saw no more than two or three per fifteen humans around them. Seeing a construction yard full of them was...something else.

Hadley looked around at the army of white-shirted, denim-clad men. The flash of light off yellow hard-hats and the hustle and bustle of muscle and flesh was unlike anything that he saw in the other parts of the city. The only thing that he could think to compare it to was the rush of men and women down the escalators and across platforms at the subway, but even that organized chaos lost something in the comparison to the oddly unconscious movements of the workers that nonetheless seemed to work with a unity that nothing else really compared to.

There were rhinos and bulls, horses and wolves, and so many other species running about. They were massive, almost impossibly large compared to someone like him, and there were times when he swore that it was like looking at comic book superheroes for how large and powerful they seemed. He felt almost as if they might rip through their clothes and leap off to take care of criminals any moment, such was their physique and power.

But there were others, too, smaller creatures. Foxes and rats darted up the construction towers, leaping up the sides of scaffolds and dragging themselves up the great iron beams to get to the more fragile, less-sturdy areas, relying on their agility rather than strength. They carried ropes and more to those heights, making sure that things were as fixed in place as they could be before the stronger - and bulkier - species came up the elevators.

And then...

Then there was him.

Hadley felt like he was almost in a dream as he looked between the different species, but when he saw the white tiger carrying an iron beam towards a pile of other such things by the construction yard elevator, it was like someone had turned on a spotlight. His mind flicked over to the black and white feline and he cocked his head to the side, unable to entirely look away.

He was something different. Not so big and bulky, but neither so wiry as the others that were clambering all over the place. Instead, he had this strange, lean build, sinewy and corded, waiting to explode with power and speed while being less threatening at any other time. He was a bit sweaty, perhaps, with spreading stains along his white shirt, and his boots -

His eyes were oddly drawn to those big boots, flat on the ground rather than rising up on tiptoes. He remembered that most anthros were plantigrade like that, a little similar to the humans around them, and he wondered briefly what it would look like if the white tiger took his boots off.

Then the moment passed. Mostly because the tiger was staring at him across the yard with a small smirk on his face. Not a cruel one, just...amused.

Blushing, Hadley waved. He was tempted to just run off, but something - perhaps fleeting inspiration - nudged him towards a different act. He looked around for an entrance to the construction yard and found one around the corner. He gestured toward it, and the white tiger nodded.

Jogging around the fenced-off lot, Hadley wondered just what he was thinking. He knew, on some level, that this was downright silly, but at the same time, he had something. A bubble of interest and fascination had finally formed in the back of his head, and considering how fleeting any sort of inspiration was, he didn't want to lose it. As embarrassing as it was, he had to ask the tiger for a favor.

He reached the guest entrance, and the tiger was already there. He leaned against the fencing, a couple inches taller than Hadley was, and smiled indulgently as he pushed his hard-hat out of his face.

"So, what's got you staring?" the tiger asked.

"I...well, frankly, I'm not that used to seeing anthros," Hadley admitted. "One of those...you know..."

"Isolated schools?"

"Something like that," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. There was something between a growl and a purr in the tiger's voice, and it was both deep and powerful enough to throw him off a little as he heard it. Shaking his head, he held up his phone. "A-anyway, I was wondering if I could ask a favor."

"If it's for my number, that's going to be a first."

"Wha - oh, no, no. God no. Sorry, that - whoa. That was [i]not[/i] what I meant. I am [i]so[/i] sorry."

"Hey, hey, calm down. It's just a joke."

"Okay...okay, yeah, okay. Sorry about that."

He still blushed, shaking his head as he imagined how that must have looked. Offering his phone up for someone to take? That had to look like someone desperate enough to get a phone number, or a date, or - god, that was embarrassing.

And at the same time, he must have been looking the tiger up and down like some desperate guy looking for something just like that. Hadley shook his head, taking a moment to pull himself together...and to pull his eyes off the tiger's steel-toed boots.

"Sorry. I just - okay. Okay. Can I start over?" Hadley asked.

"Heh, go ahead. Take two?"

"Right. Take two. Click." He clapped his hands together without even thinking about it; film class really had instilled that stupid thing in his brain. "I was wondering if you'd be up to modeling for some photos? I'm trying to figure out how to get some inspiring stuff, but there's only so much I can get out of landscapes and broad shots. If you don't mind, it'd...it'd really help me out."

"...Me? Model?"

"Well, you got the body for it," Hadley said without thinking, only to [i]really[/i] hope that didn't sound as flirty as it did in his head. "I mean, you walk with a lot of balance and focus, your posture's great, and - well, you obviously take care of yourself. If you don't mind, I'd really like to -"

"You know what? Why not?" The tiger chuckled. "It could be a fun way to pass some time on my lunch break instead of just sitting there staring into space."

"You'll do it?"

"Yeah. Uh, gotta keep working for now, though. See you in an hour? Down the street at the park?"

"Down the street at the park is [i]great.[/i] Thank you."

"Hey, no problem. What's your name, by the way?"

"Hadley."

"Hadley. Mine's Mehki. See you there."

#

He waited at the park bench for the entire hour, spending that time alternating between taking random photos of passersby or reading articles on his phone. For the last fifteen minutes, he hooked his phone up to a portable charger, just to make sure that it had the juice for the upcoming session. With nothing else to do, he had little distraction but his own thoughts, and they were just [i]fun.[/i]

The boots kept coming back, and he kept wondering what the tiger would look like out of them. There was something to be said for barefoot photos, admittedly; they had their own quality, linking someone to a more primal feel, from what he remembered from class, but there was something else here, something...something more exciting.

It wasn't that he had a foot fetish, he didn't think. He'd never been that interested in other guys that way back in class, nor had he ever stared that much during sandal season. Seeing bare feet all over the place didn't really turn him on.

That said, he'd never been around anthros showing off like that, and he had to give Mehki some credit. The tiger was [i]very[/i] easy on the eyes, considering he had all that muscle without going off the charts with muscle bulges and more. There was none of that understated 'threat' that some of the big guys started to build up over time, and that made him all the more appealing.

He was shifting from side to side on the park bench, wondering when the tiger would show up, when someone patted his shoulder from behind. He all but jumped off the bench, whipping around -

"Wow, you're worse than my grandmother around rocking chairs," Mehki said, chuckling. "That impatient?"

"No, just...a little self-conscious. And in my head. Lot of time doing that," he admitted.

"I get that. Sometimes the best place to get away from all the noise, right?"

"Sometimes."

[i]And other times it's just a dick,[/i] he thought, fighting to keep eye contact with the tiger. He pulled his phone from his pocket.

"So, uh, ready?"

"Sure. How do you want to start?"

"Uh, just a few poses. Your choice which ones."

"Yeah, okay. Uh...you know I've never done this before, right?"

"I know, but, well, me neither. But we'll figure it out as we go, huh? See if inspiration strikes?" He chuckled weakly, taking a few steps back and kneeling on the ground. "Just do what feels right, and I'll tell you if I get any good ideas. Or, well, ideas."

They both laughed, and Hadley got comfortable, phone camera in hand as the tiger shucked off his shirt. The view of the other man, topless, was surprisingly good, and he had to admit that the feline could probably get some work as a model for a magazine without that much effort. At least, based on his looks; he'd need some work in posing, the human realized rather quickly.

It wasn't that Mehki was [i]bad[/i], but more that he wasn't aware of how to display himself for the camera rather than for a person. It worked differently. Subtly, yes, but differently than he would have to pose for a person. Looking off to the side too much would lead to looking bored and an awkward side-shot of the face, while looking too close would be a little on the uncanny side if someone wasn't going for that sort of approach. He took a few shots of the other male as he worked his body, considering his approach.

It was the first time that he had a model, after all, and more than that, the first time that he had been inspired to do something with them. The issue was, his 'inspiration' was fleeting, and he didn't know whether to go with it and possibly endanger the whole thing, or just let it die.

Considering how foreign inspiration was to him, he decided to just go with it. At the very worst, the tiger would just say no.

As Mehki pulled his arms up to pose with a flex of his muscles - and what muscles they were when he actually tightened them, showing off such hard pecs and bulges along his biceps - Hadley cleared his throat. The tiger blinked.

"Huh?"

"Do you think you could, uh, maybe show me how you pose...barefoot?" he asked.

"...Barefoot?"

"Yeah, uh, you know. Just see how it goes with a bit more of a primal, laid-back sort of thing, rather than going for the whole muscle-boy thing?"

"...Bit weird, but I guess we can give it a shot. Weird..."

Hadley held his breath as the tiger took off his boots. One by one they were shucked off, revealing socks that were a little on the threadbare side, particularly around the toes where holes had already started appearing where the claws would pop through. He tried not to stare too much as those came off, revealing the soft, delicate toes and the hints of pink pads along the underside.

'Cute' was the word that popped to mind for that. He tried to hold onto that word rather than another one that started with 's', particularly as a certain part of his anatomy also tried to show itself.

As he pulled his legs together a bit to hide that, Mehki sat down at the park bench. The white-and-black tiger stretched out his legs, pointing his toes for a moment and...flexing them. The sight of those dancing digits, the way that the claws unsheathed and poked free, the way that the toes splayed afterward: it all took his breath away in a way that he never expected.

[i]Oh...god...[/i]

He didn't know why they attracted him so much. He was doing his best not to stare too much, knowing how inappropriate that would get. After all, Mehki had already called the barefoot stuff 'weird', and he didn't want to lose the only model that he'd ever gotten. He had to keep this professional.

Clearing his throat, he moved to stand by the bench, taking a few photos here, a few photos there. It always had a full-body shot in mind, and he was making sure that they weren't too fetish-y, but at the same time, it was hard not to admire the sheer masculinity of the anthro on the bench. For all that Mehki didn't know how to pose that well just yet, he had so much to recommend him. His body, his muscles, the easy smile on his face that he kept favoring the camera with: all those things went a long way towards making him into a good subject for photographers.

"Lift your head a bit. Maybe put your chin on your hand - like that, yeah."

Click, click, click went his phone as he took photo after photo. He had the tiger sit up a little bit more, then lie down. He had him roll over onto his stomach, his hand under his chin, his knees bent and feet up -

Oh, that was a hotter image than he expected. Seeing those soles showing behind the tiger's head was hot, and that was probably going to go into a personal folder for later. Something that he hadn't even thought of prior to that moment, but that was enough to get his dick hard. Very, very, [i]very[/i] hard as the positions kept changing, as they kept moving from pose to pose to pose.

Soon, he had a collection of a few hundred images on his phone. In the back of his mind, Hadley already knew that most of these would never see the light of day, that they'd be an absolute bitch to organize and get right on his computer later, but that didn't matter to him right at that moment. At that moment, all that he wanted was to keep taking pictures, to keep getting this man in the best light, and...and...

[i]...Do I dare?[/i]

There was something about those powerful feet that made him want to see them up-close. He could have just done that, though he imagined that he might get kicked in the face for asking for just sole shots. No way that he could disguise that as anything but some perv trying to take pictures. He didn't know that he was even interested in this sort of thing, and Mehki had made it clear that he thought it was weird, but the more photos he took, the more that he wanted to take, and the more that he wanted to get close to those feet.

"How's it looking?" Mehki asked.

"Uh...really good, actually," he said.

"Seriously?"

"Oh, yeah."

"You better send me some; I want to show the guys later," the tiger said, chuckling. "Maybe there's a second job out there for someone like me."

[i]God, the things I'd like to see you do...[/i]

He might not ever see Mehki again; he'd wandered down here completely randomly, and he might have already burned a bridge or two just getting this modeling session. If he was in for a penny, he might as well be in for a pound. He mustered his courage and asked.

"Do you think that you could...um...try another pose?"

"What are you thinking?"

"A conqueror's pose. I'll just have to get into the right position, but -"

"What's that? That pose, I mean?"

"Well, um, you'd be standing over me, and I'd be taking a picture from underneath."

"...Like, under my feet or something?" Mehki asked, raising an eyebrow as he sat up properly, his bare feet barely hovering over the grass.

"...Yeah. More or less."

"...You sure about that? Sounds a little..." The tiger wobbled his hand side to side, chuckling. "You know?"

"Heh, yeah, I guess," Hadley said, rubbing the back of his neck. "But, you know, maybe just a little bit. Give it a shot, see how it goes...just for a minute."

[i]Don't need much. And he really might make it look cool.[/i]

There was a market for that sort of thing outside the fetish customers, after all. There were those that liked the look of a tall, strong anthro that was ready to conquer the world, and unlike some of the big guys that were down at the construction yard, Mehki wasn't so immediately threatening. He could sell that to a number of different magazines that wanted someone like that...probably...if he didn't hold onto some of it for -

[i]What is wrong with me?[/i]

The answer was probably 'a lot', but he put that out of his mind as Mehki finally stood up with a shrug. Not wanting to lose his chance, Hadley ducked down, down, down, finally getting on his back for a good position. He wiggled into the right spot, looked at the sun -

"Stand with your back to that. We want some backlighting to really sell it," he muttered.

The white tiger moved into position. Topless, barefoot, he looked like some powerful cat that was getting ready to put someone in their place, and Hadley really, really, [i]really[/i] hoped that his boner was less obvious than it felt like it was. He held his breath as he positioned his phone, looking between those toes up to the tiger's face.

"Alright, now...hold that pose."

Click, click, click. More photos getting stored on the phone, more photos of those pink pads and those slightly unsheathed claws. More photos of that large foot and just how close it was to his face, and what it might do if it ever came any closer. It was so hot. So very hot. He didn't even know why it was hot when a human sole would have done absolutely nothing for him, but it was. His boner throbbed behind the barely-there shield of his jeans, and he was barely holding back the slight whimpers of what might have been.

Click, click -

Drum.

His eyes went wide as that foot came down a bit further, and the toes drummed against his lips. He tasted a faint hint of sweat - nothing more than a dusting of it - and for a moment, he went completely blank. He shook his head rapidly, half-afraid that the tiger was losing his balance -

But then he looked up. As soon as he made eye-contact with Mehki, he saw the other male slowly licking his lips, dragging his tongue across them and huffing under his breath. And then...he drummed his toes again, this time pushing his foot down further, past the camera, right against Hadley's face.

"Nnngh...what..."

The human blushed worse than he had ever blushed before. The weight of that foot on his face could have been crushing, but Mehki was being careful; very clearly, he was being careful, holding just enough there to keep him pinned without letting it go any further. He groaned under his breath as those soft, fuzzy toes drummed against his lips, his nose, gently forcing one of them past his lips and making him taste it. The soft taste of skin and fur and that little bit of musky other flavor was just enough to send a shiver up and down his spine, making his eyes close tight in embarrassment.

There was nothing said between them. He heard the soft 'thump' of the tiger sitting on the bench again, leaving him pinned underfoot. He bit back a whimper, trying not to be as pathetic as he felt he probably was, and he closed his eyes tighter still as he felt that foot sliding along his face. Toes spread, the claws just barely out. Not enough to scratch, but still enough to make him feel the slight pressure that they left along his face.

[i]Oh god, oh god, oh god...[/i]

His cock felt harder than ever in his pants, and he didn't know how much longer it'd go unnoticed. Maybe this was just the tiger enjoying it - god, he hoped that was what the lip-licking had been about and not something more serious - but the minute he saw that, things were going to change, and they were going to change fast, and - and - and -

And then he felt a toe rubbing along the waistband of his jeans. Right above where the tip of his cock was.

[i]Oh god.[/i]

He felt the soft 'pop' of the button of his jeans coming loose, the release of pressure around his shaft, and then, then, then it was out. If there had been anyone else in the park, he would have lost his mind to the humiliation and embarrassment of being this exposed, but there was nobody around. Nothing, nobody, just him and Mehki and those soft tiger soles rubbing against his face and down there.

Down there, right on his dick. One toe stroked from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip, teasing a squirt of pre-cum across his belly before he could stop himself. He whimpered around the toe pressing against his tongue, trying to find something to say, but Mehki just pressed him down that much more firmly, keeping him pinned to the ground and, more importantly, keeping him completely silent.

[i]Oh god, god, god![/i]

He had never been this hard in his life. His cock ached from just how stiff and needy it was, and he could feel that he was already on the verge of blowing his load. Just a few little touches would be more than enough, and if he did...

[i]Is...is he going to go back to work...wearing my cum on his feet?[/i]

Oh, fuck, that was almost enough to send him over the edge. He'd hate it later, he was sure, and there was no way that Mehki would really do that, but the idea of the tiger going back to work with a little memory like that, even if it was washed off later, was [i]so[/i] freaking good. He arched his back, thumped back down against the ground, arched his back again -

The toes against his lips shifted position, and he gasped as two more pushed past his lips. Three toes in his mouth, one toe on either side of his lips, and they were pushing his back, all but grinding him into the dirt with how much pressure was coming from above at that point. He whimpered, his eyes rolling back, his face burning as hot as he had ever felt it get in his life, and -

Oh, god, oh god, those other toes were teasing him. Curled around his shaft, jerking him slowly, guiding the pulsing head of his cock between the toes and the ball of the foot. They had a grip on him almost like the stick-shift of a car, pulling on him, squeezing, teasing, [i]drumming[/i] on the head of his shaft. Each little touch was driving him closer, closer, closer to the point of no return.

Stroke, drum, squeeze, tease. He moaned, pinned in place by the foot on his face as he dragged his tongue over and under and between the toes in his mouth, giving them worship, pleasure, warmth. He could hear the tiger growl-purring at the whole thing, and knew that something had gone right.

But...

But he couldn't hold out any longer. The next time those toes squeezed, he went over the edge. Hadley moaned, dropping his phone on his chest as he came, squirting over his stomach. The hot seed told him that those toes weren't trapping his cum, weren't getting marked, and...

And...

And he stopped thinking for a bit as he sucked on the toes on his tongue, as he came, as he felt the pleasurable pulses running through his body time and time again. Each throb was enough to send his needy thoughts spiking, his toes curling inside his shoes, his eyes rolled back in their sockets. Pulse, pulse, pulse went his cock, twitching as it came over and over again.

Finally, it came to a halt, and he sagged back down against the grass. He stared straight up, his breath coming in gasps and fits, and he realized that Mehki had finally pulled his foot back. Tilting his head to the side, he looked up at the tiger, too tired to be as embarrassed as he felt he should be.

The tiger, for once, had a bit of red in his cheeks, too. The other male rubbed the back of his head as Hadley slowly buttoned his pants again.

"So, uh...were you wanting that?" Mehki asked.

"I...wasn't expecting it. I didn't..." He paused, then chuckled nervously. "Would you believe me if I said I didn't think I had a foot fetish before this?"

"...You know, I just might."

"Thank god." He shook his head. "I'm sorry. I didn't...I was thinking..." He looked down. "Oh."

Quite apparently, he wasn’t the only one that had enjoyed himself. Mehki was sporting a hell of a hard-on in his jeans, and the tiger even looked like he might have had a little stain in there. Just a little one, not enough to make people stare much, but it was still there, regardless. Hadley rubbed the back of his head. He hadn’t expected something like this, particularly from someone that he had only just met.

He cleared his throat, picking up his camera and finishing adjusting himself.

“I, um…I was wondering…”

“About what?” Mehki asked.

“Um…”

[i]Just say it, idiot.[/i]

“Would you be willing…to do this again? More modeling, I mean, not just the…the other stuff.”

“...I think I could find some free time, heh.”

He huffed out a breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding as Mehki reached for his shoes and socks. They went back on, and the tiger tied his laces tightly before getting back to his feet.

“On one condition.”

“...What’s that?”

“That you don’t send any of those photos off without showing them to me, first. I want to see everything, and make sure that you don’t…”

“Oh, god, no. I won’t ever - you’ll see all of them. Promise. Just - oh. Um…”

“What?”

“Well, uh, this is awkward, but…” He offered his phone. “Maybe you could put your number in, after all? So I can get in touch with you?”

“...That’s a good point, heh. Not for a date, though.”

“No, no, not for that.”

The tiger keyed his number into Hadley’s phone, then patted him on the shoulder. Nothing more needed saying, and the other man was soon headed back to the construction site. Hadley, on the other hand, had to sit down at the bench, and he did with a deep sigh. He looked at his phone, then tucked it back into his pocket before turning his attention to the sky.

[i]Who would have thought…[/i]

Today had been completely different from what he’d expected. He’d thought that it would be another humdrum day, perhaps uplifted with a small moment or two when he had the ticklings of inspiration around some of the city crowds, but no more than that. Instead, he’d found a model - and a damn good one, at that - who not only had some fun with him, but actually wanted to do this again. He didn’t know what had turned his luck around, but he hoped that it would keep going this way. It was a great change from how things had gone in the past.

He shook his head, knowing that he’d have to head home soon, but for now, he could take a break. Considering the way that the world had completely turned on its head for him, he figured that he deserved something like that.

And, more practically speaking, he couldn’t feel his legs. Not very well, at least. He would probably need to give them some time to work again.

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

Summary: A human photographer gets the attention of a tiger and has some fun with him. Or rather, the tiger has some fun with him.

Tags: M/M, Tiger, Human, Anthro/Human, Foot Fetish, Teasing, Toes, Toe Sucking, Footjob, Photography, Orgasm, Cum,