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This story was written for Raccoonpawz as Day #14 of Kinktober 2020! Today's kink was "Paws" and the story contains M/M sex between consenting adults. :3

Salem's Obsession

Salem had a problem, and that problem's name was Nic. Or rather... it was a particular part of Nic. Two parts, really. The fennec's paws.

He'd always enjoyed paws. Pawjobs, getting his own footpaws licked or teased, doing the same to others. It had always been something that the tiger had enjoyed sharing with his lovers, but never to the degree of the fennec's feet. Those pink and black speckled paws were just... god, they were perfect. They were irresistible. And, Salem really meant that. He couldn't stop thinking about them. Couldn't stop fantasising about the time he'd spent with them in the past and yet more times he wanted to spend with them in the future. It was genuinely starting to impact on his life. He couldn't focus at work. He didn't want to hang out with any of his other friends because they'd distract him from thinking about Nic's paws. He could barely go the length of a meal without wanting to text Nic and ask him for some new paw pics, or at the very least browse his now rather expansive collection of existing images and videos of the bashful fennec's perfect footpaws.

Something had to change.

Something had to happen in order to break his desperate fixation upon Nic's paws, and perhaps out of a shameless desire to indulge his longings, whether or not there was any real benefit to doing so, Salem knew exactly what he wanted to try.

For a weekend, he would indulge himself completely.

From Friday night to Monday morning he would surrender to his obsession entirely, give in to his addiction, and with the fennec's assistance he would get every fantasy, every wish and whim for what he wanted to share with Nic's feet out of his system.

The tiger looked down at his phone, and groaned in desperation as within his slacks, his cock throbbed desperately.

It was 9.14am on Friday morning. He'd been at work for less than a quarter of an hour, and the remaining time until the end of his shift might as well have been an eternity. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to focus on his job. Just a few hours. That was all he had to wait.

He opened up his email inbox. He saw some messages he needed to respond to about upcoming deadlines. The tiger opened one in particular to begin his reply, and...

Paws.

His eyes bulged, his cheeks flushed, and he urgently deleted the word which he'd typed without even conscious thinking about it. His cock strained, pre-cum dribbling out into his underwear, and with a helpless, longing groan, Salem buried his head in his hands.

It was going to be a long, long day.

*******

Nic's cheeks flushed as he heard the doorbell of his apartment ring, then ring again, and again, and... he giggled and hurried to answer it, paws dancing lightly across the wooden floor, almost sliding after the care he'd been providing them all day. He knew this weekend meant a lot to Salem, so he'd done everything he could to help his friend out. He'd had a pedicure yesterday, and today he'd spent hours massaging and moisturising his own pawpads until they were as delicate and smooth as could be. Of course, he was still a little embarrassed and overwhelmed at the idea that the tiger was really that excited and enthralled by his paws, but honestly the idea of spending a fun, sexy weekend with Salem was appealing regardless of the context, and if the tiger wished to spend that time focusing a lot on his feet... the fennec blushed and giggled as he arrived at the still repeatedly chiming door. If that was the case, that was absolutely fine by him.

With a warm smile, Nic pulled the door open and...

"Eeeeee!"

...the fennec squealed in shock and delight as Salem lurched in, slacks already tented rather obviously at the crotch, and snatched his smaller, skinnier body clean off the ground and into his arms. With one of his own feet the tiger kicked the door roughly shut once again, and as he did so he flipped Nic entirely upside down, the fennec fox's loose t-shirt sliding up to his nipples and bunching up under his chin, to press Nic's feet immediately against his panting, snarling face. Nic howled with ticklish laughter and simple amusement as for a brief while the tiger lashed the pads of his footpaws with his rough tongue, but his laughter soon diminished to softer giggles, then bashful moans as while still holding him upside down Salem began to carry the much smaller man through to the living room while beginning to take Nic's individual toes into his muzzle, and adoringly, sensually suckle and bob upon them like he was giving each of them a brief, teasing blowjob.

When Salem sank down onto Nic's couch, he did so with the fennec still upside down, Nic coming to rest with his head propped up by Salem's thighs, the tiger's cock pressing between his shoulders, and his torso resting along the length of the other man's larger body. He lay like that giggling and blushing for a couple of minutes, feeling his own cock stiffening helplessly within the exposed briefs that were all he had been wearing beneath his t-shirt, while Salem continued his initial indulgent affections towards each individual one of the fennec's toes. Finally though, the tiger withdrew from Nic's paws with one last slurp. He panted, he growled, and as he cradled the fennec fox's footpaws within his hands, he pressed their soft pads to his cheeks and nuzzled against the oh so soft, plump flesh.

"God, Nic. I... I need this so bad."

The fennec trembled. He was so used to being teased, stimulated, used by folks like Salem. Not in a bad way of course. There was a big part of the fennec that loved having control stolen away from him, being rendered helpless by someone tickling him or having his body parts used to satisfy another's urges. But, this was different. As desperate and horny as the tiger was in that moment, he could feel the embarrassment radiating off of Salem. He could feel how much power he had in this situation. It would have been so easy to deny Salem what he had come here to claim. To make the tiger jump through hoops and perform any number of penances in order to get access to the paws he craved. Today, Salem was the paw-slut, and Nic was the one with all the power to make his dreams come true. And yet... despite having all that power, all that potential control, there was only one thing that the fennec wanted to say to his friend in that moment, playfully rubbing his paws against the tiger's muzzle as he did so.

"You need it? Then... take it. Take whatever you want. This weekend, my paws are all yours."

He peered up his inverted body, up between his bent legs where his paws were still pressed to the tiger's face. He saw Salem's eyes bulge. He felt the cock pressed against the upper portion of his spine strain urgently. He saw lust and gratitude in equal measure flood Salem's expression, and then he watched as the tiger's handsome face twisted into a fierce, hungry grin.

The permission he needed had been given.

The embarrassment he felt was washed away in a tide of desire.

He stopped trying to resist. He stopped trying to hold back... and at long last, Salem surrendered to his addiction, his obsession with Nic's paws.

*******

"Ohhhgodyes! Yes! Fuck!"

The tiger roared in ecstasy as he leaned back against the couch, hips bucking helplessly while Nic giggled, blushed, and watched as his footpaws drove Salem over the brink for the first time that weekend. His pink pawpads continued to slide up and down the sides of Salem's cock, encircling it, teasing and wiggling their toes against its sensitive head as ribbons of hot cum launched at least a foot into the air. Playfully he curled his toes around over the tip of Salem's spurting erection, and the tiger wailed in even greater bliss as he watched his cum ooze out around and between the fennec fox's perfect toes. Nic kept on stroking Salem with his feet right through the tiger's climax, and even when it seemed that Salem was spent, he didn't stop. He kept his paws in place not actively masturbating the tiger's cock any longer but still squeezing and rubbing it between his now even more slick, cum-stained pads.

Eventually of course even that more gentle stimulation was too much for the temporarily spent, over-sensitive tiger to bear. Even in the afterglow of an incredible orgasm though, Salem wasn't willing to miss an opportunity like the one presented to him. He reached down, and one at at a time lifted the paws away from his cock and back towards his face once more. He kissed them. He licked them. He shamelessly lapped his own cum off Nic's footpaws until they were shining with saliva but not a single remaining drop of the tiger's release, and by that time the combination of the act itself and Nic's helpless giggles at the rough tongue on his ticklish pads made certain that Salem was throbbing, panting, and ready to cum again.

*******

"Salem! Cumming! I... I'm... yes! Yes!"

Nic squealed in ecstasy as the tiger's cock grazed his prostate one last time, and without a moment's contact from either his or Salem's hands his own erection began to twitch, spasm, and streak his golden furred belly with strings of cum. His toes curled and flexed in euphoria, and that motion, with the tiger's hands grasping his ankles tightly and holding his paws to the feline's panting muzzle, was all it took to set Salem off again. With a bellowing cry the tiger came too, and as their snarls and squeaks of ecstasy rang out around the living room, the sensation of hot cum flooding his tight rump made Nic's toes wriggle all the more deliciously, which only drove the tiger to flood his ass with ever more abundant and blissful volumes of cum.

*******

A little later, Nic and Salem sat across from one another at the kitchen table. Their meals remained mostly untouched and cooling rapidly as the fennec giggled gleefully and the tiger huffed, trembled, and stroked his cock with one trembling hand beneath the table as beneath its surface the two of them played footsie. Their paws rubbed together. The tiger's larger feet encircled and squeezed Nic's own. It was when the fennec's paws pressed flat against the pads of Salem's own however that the tiger simply couldn't control himself. His eyes bulged, his breath caught in his throat, and despite having cum half a dozen times already since arriving here barely two hours ago, Nic could hear the force with which the spurts of Salem's cum struck the underside of the wooden table as their toes wriggled against one another and set loose the tiger's seemingly unquenchable lust once again.

*******

Delicately, adoringly, Salem washed Nic's feet as he sat cross-legged in the shower with the fennec's legs stretched out towards him. Or rather, he washed one of the fennec fox's footpaws while the other washed him, taking the luxurious shower gel he'd just worked over the fennec's pads and between his toes a short while ago and rubbing it up and down his bare, until recently rather cum-stained chest. Every thirty seconds or so he'd swap paws, and every thirty seconds or so Nic would bring his foot to bear upon Salem's own furred body once again without being asked.

For maybe fifteen minutes he lavished attention on Nic's paws in this more gently intimate manner, before at last his cock began to rise again, and Nic's free footpaw immediately began to descend in order to start rubbing him anew. Salem trembled, and looked bashfully across at his giggling, red faced and equally rock hard lover.

"I... I think after this... I might be done for the night."

Nic smiled reassuringly and nodded in understanding.

"That's okay. We have the whole weekend, right?"

Salem shuddered happily at the very thought, and rather than massaging more soapy suds into the latest paw presented to him, he lifted it to his muzzle and kissed its pads delicately once again.

"Yeah..."

He moaned softly, half in agreement, half in pleasure at the renewed sensation of those soft, smooth pads caressing the tip of his cock.

"...the whole weekend, a-and then..."

Salem's cheeks flushed, and it crossed his mind that the idea of this weekend had originally been to get his lustful obsession with Nic's feet out of his system. Instead though, after an entire evening dedicated to nothing but those paws, he only found himself more infatuated with them and the sweet, adorable fennec to whom they belonged, than ever.

"...and then..."

He gasped once more, trying to summon up the sincerity to say that when the weekend was over, he'd be able to move on. Still to hang out with Nic of course, still to fool around with him too if the fennec wanted, but without this constant and overarching obsession with Nic's feet. That was what he planned on saying. What he wanted to say. Instead though, the words that escaped him were somewhat different, and not just because they were muffled by the tiger feeling compelled to slip Nic's toes back into his muzzle and begin suckling adoringly on them once again.

"...then we can start planning the next one."

By Jeeves

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