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Waking up early in the morning Dixon yawned and stretched out as he scratched his fingers through his stomach fur and noted the knots that had set in from some of the dried cum still in his fur. "Damn..." he groaned. Memories from the previous night were a bit vague, he remembered watching a sexy porno on the nerdy mouse's laptop, but aside from that everything seemed distant and disconnected from him. Laying in bed the tiger tapped his finger on the still open laptop, now dead after being on all night, and thinking about the images and everything he'd seen last night.

Memories of collars and dildos played in his head, something that he could imagine would make some women only more feisty and fun to play around with. In fact just thinking about it made his fur rile up in excitement as he groped his cock and purred lightly at the sensation of feeling himself. Taking a deep whiff of the morning air he could practically smell the cum still on him and he decided that before he went to college he would have to take a shower. Usually while jerking it Dixon would get off into a tissue or sock or something, but last night had been a weird one.

In fact last night had felt so good that Dixon wasn't too surprised to find that movements made his cock twitch with an almost hairtrigger excitement as he couldn't help but feel like he'd conquered something fierce by getting off to that hot porn. Sitting up and continuing to smell his own musky body the tiger stiffened up as he finally remembered the most interesting act of the night, the fact that he'd actually started lapping up his own juices like some queer. For a long moment Dixon tried to ignore the fact as he brushed his fingers through his fur hoping to undo some of the knots, but he finally started to relax as he thought it over. "I was just licking it up because I didn't have a rag. It's not like it was that great, just some juice from my body that I needed cleaned up then..." he grumbled.

The jock's masculinity was easily defended as Dixon was confident in himself, deciding that it was all just a one time thing. Smirking as he allowed the rationalization to stand the tiger leaned back as he absently stroked his junk. Turning to look at the laptop just sitting on the edge of his bed Dixon frowned as he suddenly thought that he should return it back to its proper owner... though that was a bit odd. Honestly Dixon didn't have any intentions to return the laptop to the wimp, at least not for a while. Looking at the laptop for a long minute as his brain attempted to fill in the blanks suddenly it clicked in the jock's head as he slowly nodded to himself. "This thing's got too much dirty porn on there. If anyone caught me with this thing they might think I'm a porn freak, and I can't have anybody knowing that. I'll just give it back to the weirdo, and then no one has to know about it," he slowly explained to himself.

It was like a train of self denial but Dixon was only too glad to follow it as he snatched the laptop and stuffed it back into his bag. Soon after the laptop was put away he slipped off into the shower to wash off any of the remaining juices or smell that clung to his body. As he stood in the shower he grinned as he felt the warm water rushing over his body and he couldn't help but let his mind wander and settle on the idea of collars and dildos once more, not quite sure why he was so attached to the idea but it didn't stop him from jerking his cock a bit more as he prepared for the day ahead, and the odd desire to return Terry's laptop.

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By the time Dixon was walking past the campus' parking lot the tiger saw that Terry's car was already parked and the mouse was nowhere to be seen. In fact the tiger was a bit weirded out by his own behavior as he had really been hoping to see the mouse, but he set aside the concern as he just shrugged it off and walked into the main college building. That day of college proved to be a tough day in classes as Dixon had to stop himself from opening and charging up Terry's laptop to look at any more of the porn several times. While in the middle of philosophy he found himself fingering his crotch as he kept peering away from the professor to gaze at the laptop sitting in his bag.

It was like Terry's laptop had installed itself in the cat's head and he couldn't push it out regardless of how hard he tried. At one point in between classes he went into the bathrooms just a few inches away from jerking his dick in a stall, but the only thing preventing him from doing so was the fact that he'd never recharged the laptop. Dixon was relieved that he'd been able to stop himself from jerking it in public, but at the same time the jock recognized that he needed to ditch the laptop as soon as he could. By the time lunch rolled around Dixon had never been more excited to find the nerdy mouse as he wanted to get rid of the damn machine.

Walking over to where the mouse was sitting, Dixon was only too glad to pitch fthe laptop on the table. The mouse glanced up at him with a small smile on his face before turning it to a curious one as he set his sandwich on the table. "You're returning it?" he asked.

Dixon sniffed loudly as he brushed his nose and attempting to turn it to his advantage drew in close to the mouse. "I saw your porn on there. Looks like you're a mousey who wants more than he deserves," he snickered. The tiger remembered the large breasted women and he could only imagine the nerdy mouse pretending to be sexy to someone like that.

Terry took it well in stride though as he merely smiled and leaned back in his seat and sipped at his tea. "So you were digging around in my porn? I suppose you don't have anything better to do. Jocks and studying don't mix, but getting off is something you excel at," the mouse snickered. Dixon froze up and felt the rage to lash out at the mouse grow strong as he prepared to punch the punk in the face... but his rage for some reason failed him as he merely choked on words and straightened up before scratching at his nose roughly.

"Just... take it back. I don't need to be caught with a piece of crap like that. I'm not some wimpy guy who needs porn to feel good about myself," Dixon growled. He snatched up his bag and started to walk away before feeling words bubbling up in him that he usually didn't utter to anyone. "I'm sorry," he coughed.

The tiger just wanted to walk away, but Terry decided to take it upon himself to go further. "Now that's a good kitty," the mouse chuckled. He was busy opening up his laptop and checking to see if it had power as the tiger went rigid and turned sharply on his heel. Everyone around them was watching in interest as they waited for the mouse to get his face beaten in, but Terry didn't seem bothered at all as Dixon started to wind back his arm. He started to swing at the mouse when Terry whispered a word that caused a shiver to go up his back. The tiger staggered as he looked confused, his body growing a bit heavy as he blinked a few times.

"W... what was that?" Dixon grunted. He couldn't remember what the mouse had said but... it felt good to hear.

"Slave kitty," Terry said again. He said it quietly enough that no one around could hear it, but Dixon started to grow slack as his eyes started to droop. The tiger wanted to punch in the mouse's face... but it was growing hard as he felt his arm grow heavy. Seeing that Dixon was still resisting Terry had to say it once more before laying on his command. "Slave kitty, I want you to have Dixon bring us to the second floor men's bathroom," the mouse said.

The tiger nodded for the briefest moment before Terry snapped his finger and Dixon swayed for a moment before he had a brilliant idea. "Come with me," he growled. Grabbing the mouse around his wrist he dragged Terry with him, thankfully the mouse was able to scoop his stuff into his bag before he was dragged upstairs. Honestly Dixon wasn't quite sure what he was going to do to Terry in the bathroom, but he knew that he needed to do it so nobody would get angry at him for fighting in public.

Terry's face was rather passive and he didn't make a fuss as Dixon pulled him into the bathroom, and the tiger locked the door behind them as he shoved the mouse into the room. "Alright you little nerd! You want to insult me?! Well I'll give you a pounding you're not going to forget, you get me?!" the tiger roared.

There was no fear in Terry's face though as he almost looked bored of Dixon's boasting. The tiger wasn't going to have the mouse's disrespect though as he approached the mouse with a puff of his chest and the raising of his fist. "Slave kitty, have Dixon take a seat in one of the stalls," Terry commanded.

Dixon's face went blank as he opened one of the stall doors and walked in before sitting down on the porcelain throne. "He... hey... what's happening?" Dixon asked. There was a vague awareness of what was going on in his mind as he watched Terry approach. The mouse couldn't help but grow excited as his face slid into a large grin, looking at the confused tiger who couldn't bring himself to get up from the toilet.

"Oh Dixon, I figured that I might tell you that I've always thought you were super cute," Terry laughed. The tiger didn't seem to appreciate this compliment though as he let out a snarl once again attempting to stand up, but his legs wouldn't move. "Having some issues standing up?" Terry asked innocently as his ears perked up.

Standing just outside of Dixon's reach Terry just smirked as the tiger attempted to choke him from a sitting position, but it was a fruitless effort as he was left strangling the air. "How are you doing this, mouse?!" Dixon asked. The tiger was starting to almost look pitiful as his ears drew close to his head.

"Slave kitty, please keep Dixon's hands to his side," Terry said. Dixon's eyes grew hazy once more as he brought both hands back, his body now free for Terry's desires as the mouse stepped up closer to the jock. Leaning in towards Dixon's face Terry smiled sweetly as he brushed his hand through Dixon's fur, and though the tiger attempted to swipe at him with a claw he found himself incapable of moving his arms. "I never knew your fur was so soft, do you use conditioner?" Terry asked curiously.

"Let me go now, however you're doing this..." he whimpered. By now he just wanted to forget this entire encounter and just grab some food. Terry, however, wasn't quite done yet as the mouse stepped back and smiled down at Dixon.

"Hm... what to do... oh, I know!" The mouse clapped as he came upon an idea, Dixon feeling dread climb up his back as he eyed the mouse. "Slave kitty, pull down your pants," Terry said.

Dixon felt more fearful of the mouse as he found his fingers undoing the button of his pants and slowly sliding them down his legs revealing his jockstrap. "Stop it now..." Dixon whimpered.

"Don't worry, Dixon. I won't hurt your body, even though I have full control right now. Slave kitty, remove Dixon's jockstrap." With the phrase once more Dixon shuddered as he slid his fingers beneath the jockstrap and tugged it down before letting it fall into his pants allowing for his sheathe to sit out in the open. The tiger's cheeks were now heavily flushed under his fur, and he couldn't stop Terry as the mouse started stroking his sheathe. "Much better. Slave kitty, I want you to remind Dixon of how hot last night's video was. That collar and dildo he was sooo fond of," Terry taunted.

Like a switch in Dixon's head the tiger let out a small purr as vague memories of the previous night overrode what he was thinking right then. Even as Terry prodded his sheathe the tiger found himself getting hard, his breaths becoming light pants as he imagined the girl who'd been collared up and suckling on a thick dildo. "F... fuck..." he whimpered. It didn't take long for his cock to get to full thickness, the mouse prodding the meat with his nostrils and taking small sniffs as Dixon bit his lip.

"Now that's a sight I'm very glad to see," Terry laughed. Dixon attempted to imagine something to turn him off, but found that any images he could bring up were quickly shut away by those of the hot video. The mouse sniffed at the larger male's cock for a bit before taking a lick causing a shiver to go up Dixon's spine as he had yet to feel anyone touch his cock aside from himself, and in no way had he EVER imagined the first person to play with his dick would be another male.

"I... I'll pay you... anything! Please just stop this," Dixon whined. Terry just looked around his cock though and gave a playful smile.

"That's alright. You don't have to pay me anything, this is plenty reward in itself. Now Slave Kitty, it's almost time for you to come out and play. But first I'm really horny... why don't you have Dixon show me a good time?" Terry asked. Against his better judgement Dixon felt a need to show off as his body started to undulate, almost as if he were a stripper working for some money. Finally getting off of the toilet Dixon felt relief as he was allowed to stand, but it wasn't much better as he started to dance for the mouse, turning around and showing off his bubble butt to the watching mouse.

The tiger was now very sure he was in a nightmare as none of this could possibly be true, but he couldn't pinch himself to check as he rubbed his erect cock and showed off for Terry. With another word Dixon sank to the floor on his knees, his dick pulsing between his legs as he looked up at Terry with a miserable expression. "Now Slave Kitty, start masturbating, I want Dixon nice and riled up, but no cumming," Terry explained.

Dixon started masturbating, the need overwhelming his senses as his hand started running up and down his stiff rod. Shame overwhelmed him as he was jerking his cock in front of Terry, but he couldn't stop as his body demanded that he get off right there. His body was hot as he continued masturbating, the mouse groping his hand over his own crotch as he watched the tiger work his dick. The tiger's meat pulsated several times, pre flowing out in spurts as he got closer and closer to orgasm... but found himself incapable of doing so. It quickly grew frustrating for Dixon, his hands furiously working his manhood for an orgasm that just wouldn't come..

The mouse's pants were now tented, but he had no intention of pulling them down as he had a perfectly good pet waiting in front of him. "Slave kitty, I want you to pull down my pants and pleasure me..."

Withdrawing one of his hands from his cock, Dixon blushed as he pulled down Terry's pants. The mouse's boxers beneath were tented and showed off an impressive length, and though the tiger had no desire to see what was under them he found his mouth salivating a bit as he smelled the male's scent. "Do you smell that? I bet you really enjoy that, don't you?" Terry asked. Dixon couldn't answer as his fingers fumbled a few times while he grasped at the boxers and finally dropped them to reveal the mouse's hardness. Dixon was surprised to see that the mouse himself was larger than the tiger, but Terry didn't seem put off by this at all as he merely smiled down at the enticed tiger. "Slave kitty, I want you to help Dixon feel the true pleasure of submitting to me. Let the big kitty know how great it feels to suck master's cock."

For a moment Dixon looked dizzy as the command set in before he gazed at the mouse's cock curiously. "I... don't..." he murmured.

The words were quiet as he felt his cock shivering between his legs in anticipation letting out more precum which dripped to the floor in a near steady stream. Terry himself was almost ready to cum himself from just the action of the tiger pulling down his pants let alone his boxers, but now he just wanted Dixon to suck him off and become his good pet. "Now why don't you try tasting it? I'm sure that won't hurt," Terry whispered.

The words were distant to Dixon as he slowly lowered his lips over the mouse's cock and started to lick at it. The first lick of the mouse's cock make Terry flinch at the feeling, but he was in ecstasy as he allowed the larger male to lick at his penis. "There you go, just enjoy the taste. I bet you're feeling so great by allowing me to dominate you, to submit to another man," Terry chuckled.

Dixon felt a deep blush under his fur as he continued to suckle finding himself unable to stop as he couldn't bring himself to look up at Terry, his eyes focused on the mouse's cock and crotch as he found the urge to deepthroat the cock growing larger and larger. "If I just stop then I'll be fine! I can get up and leave," the tiger rationalized in his head. The words were distant though as Slave Kitty was taking more residence over the tiger's thoughts and were dulling them and telling Dixon to suck the mouse off until he came. Some of Terry's pre dripped onto the tiger's tongue and it had a familiar spice to it, only vaguely remembering that he himself had licked up his own cum the day prior.

As Dixon continued to suckle on the other male's cock, every lick seemed to come with words from Terry teasing Dixon about how great submitting to another male was. Dixon's shame became desire as the tiger continued to stroke his cock, his licks becoming slurps. Every time Terry said Slave kitty Dixon didn't understand what he was saying, but the word continually made him grow harder as his pants grew deeper and his cock twitched with an intense need to cum. "Dixon, you're doing so well for your first time. You're almost there... why don't you try really putting it in your mouth now? I'm sure you'll love the feeling of a real man in your throat."

Finally Dixon reached the tip of the mouse's cock and he dove onto it with a lunge, for a moment the mouse's cock poking the back of his throat making him choke for a moment before he got the rhythm and started to suck up and down on it. Dixon found himself enjoying it far more than he'd like to admit, the feeling of submission growing stronger along with his own excitement as he was jerking his cock faster with every passing moment. He NEEDED to cum, but sucking Terry off felt like it was taking precedence as he licked and suckled the mouse's penis.

Seeing how excited Dixon had become Terry grinned wide as he ran his hand through DIxon's hair and drew himself closer to the tiger's ears. "I'm so close to cumming... can you make me cum, Dixon? You know that if you help me cum you'll be submitting to me, I bet that's really hot to you, isn't it?" the mouse asked.

Before this entire encounter Dixon would've told the mouse that he would never imagine submitting was hot, but with all the words of accept from Terry... he couldn't help but love the feeling of submitting to the mouse. He looked up at Terry and gave a small nod as Terry started to pant, preparing to cum as he clenched his hands in Dixon's fur and started to hump his mouth hard before exploding inside of the tiger's mouth. At that moment Terry felt his heart fly in happiness as he felt the mouse's juices rush down his throat, his own cock finally getting the release he wanted as his entire body shuddered with the force of the orgasm, his eyes glazing over as his submission allowed for Slave kitty to finally take over.

The tiger suckled on Terry's cock for a while as the juices were gulped down by the greedy pet. Soon enough Terry pulled out of the tiger's mouth and panted a bit, his dick dripping still from a mixture of tiger saliva and his own cum as he looked down at the grinning cat who was licking his chops. "How do you feel, Slave kitty?" he asked.

Helping pull up Terry's boxers and pants back up the tiger grinned up at the mouse. "I feel fantastic, master. Thank you so much for letting me suck your cock," he purred. The tiger's slave persona seemed far happier and subservient than Dixon, something that Terry loved far more, he soon rose to his feet as his cock was already growing hard once more. It appeared that the tiger had quite a bit of endurance, even with his juices already blown all over the floor.

"Before you get dressed again and go back to Dixon, I need you to do a few things for me, Slave kitty," Terry said. The tiger grinned as he nodded happily, ready to listen to his master's orders. "You've been such a good kitty today, I want to reward you. Get back on the toilet, I want you to record a video of yourself jerking off, and calling yourself a good kitty."

Slave kitty sat back on the toilet, his cock standing at attention as he rubbed it up and down happily. "Yes sir," he said cheerfully.

"Good boy," Terry chuckled. With that he gave the slave a pat on the head before grabbing his bag, washing his hands, and started to leave the bathroom before pausing. "Oh, and don't forget to show off your chest in the recording. I want to see that sexy body of yours." With that the mouse left the bathroom as Slave kitty pulled out his phone, turned on the selfie camera, and started recording

"I'm a good kitty, I'm a good kitty, I'm a good kitty..." Slave kitty's words echoed through the room as he jerked off his cock, soon switching his position to lifting up his shirt to allow his nipples and muscles to show while cumming several times throughout the video, only too glad to show off himself to his master.