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Bonds of Ownership for Guy Threepwood by Draconicon

It wasn't the first time in the last two weeks that Tafari woke up with a tongue between his toes, and if he had his way, it wouldn't be the last for the young cheetah male. The high ranking member of the tribe opened his eyes, looking down at the near-naked human kneeling at the foot of his bed, and he chuffed softly as he threw back his furs and sat up.

"Good morning, pet."

The human nodded in response, and Tafari smiled as he stretched out his legs, kneading his toes against the human's face and getting a nuzzle to his soles in return. It was a pity that the human creature couldn't speak the tribal language; it would have been nice to hear a proper good morning one of these days.

Then again, for a captive from one of the hunts, he had picked up their language remarkably quickly. The human had managed to learn enough to understand all their spoken words, even if he couldn't actually speak it yet.

It will come in time, I hope, he thought. The cheetah lifted one foot and patted the human on the head before rolling off of his bed, going from laying to standing in one fluid motion.

"Alright, well, today's the day."

His human - Sean, he'd managed to work out - looked at him curiously, and the feline chuckled.

"Don't worry. It isn't bad. In fact, it'll be most pleasurable for everyone."

The human didn't look comforted, but acknowledged the cheetah's superiority by lowering his head and nodding. It was a pity that he was so worried, but Tafari wasn't sure just how far he could take things. After all, the pair of them were to be bonded as master and property later that day, and the human might bolt if he told Sean too much about it beforehand. He doubted he would - after all, the human had been one of his closest friends of late - but it might happen, and he couldn't risk it.

Instead, he reached down and ruffled Sean's hair, smiling at him. When the human looked up, he darted down and gave his ear a gentle nip, just hard enough to get the human blushing. It was remarkably easy to do that, and it was one of the cutest faces that he could make his human pull.

Chuckling at the reddened cheeks, Tafari walked around his hut until he found the beaded loincloth the shaman had made him a few days back. It wasn't quite as comfortable as the normal ones made of hide, but it definitely looked nicer. Tafari thought they framed his sheath a bit nicer, too, which was always a plus.

He was halfway to turning around when his human approached him from behind, adjusting the strings of the loincloth and pulling them a bit tighter. The cheetah gasped softly from the tug, but chuckled as he turned around.

"Just gotta help out, don't you?"

Sean shrugged, but the smile said everything that could be said. Nodding, the cheetah patted him on the arm and turned around again, letting the human do his work.

It had been a momentous two weeks since he'd claimed the human as part of his spoils from the hunting party. Admittedly, he hadn't been entirely sure if it would pan out when he had made his choice. After all, it was a human, and he didn't know anything. He might have ended up being completely worthless, or even a hindrance to the tribe.

Instead, he'd become a good servant, and a good friend. Though he seemed to take peculiar pleasure in tightening the feline's loincloth.

"Okay, tight enough, tight enough..."

He snapped his tail out to make the message clear, and the human finally let go of it. Tafari shook his head, grabbing Sean's hand as it reached around to try and grab him through the beads.

"Ah ah ah. Wait until tonight, okay?"

The human looked so disappointed, but tradition was tradition. They had to do this right, or the tribe wouldn't respect his claim. He slowly pulled the human's hand up, turning it over and giving the wrist a gentle kiss.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure that the wait is worth it...tonight."

Sean nodded a bit, but still seemed disappointed. As the human turned away, Tafari got a good look at his rump, and the cheetah looked away quickly. It didn't help, as his sheath started to swell, and his own need - repressed for nearly as long as the human's - started to spill out of the sheath. Not normally a problem with a regular loincloth, but with a beaded one...

Ow, ow! Some more space between the beads would be nice! he thought as he tugged on the strings, pulling the pinching gaps between some of the beads further from his sheath. Of course, that only let it grow more, and by the time that Sean had walked out to go and fetch their morning water, it was tenting the beaded cloth.

Tafari shook his head in annoyance.

Sometimes, tradition hurts. And sometimes, it's just stupid.

The cheetah's day went on like normal, though he frequently had to adjust his loincloth to keep it from hurting. The bulge didn't bother him; in fact, multiple times he found himself flaunting it, showing off to the others in the village. However, it was the discomfort from the pinching beads around his sheath and cock that made him groan every time that he started to get turned on. Considering the lack of clothes on his human friend, and how long it had been since he'd had relief, that happened more often than he liked.

Grumbling under his breath as he made his way from one part of the village to another, taking up the duties that his father wasn't interested in, Tafari ended up dealing with a hunting complaint, a wife that wanted to leave her husband for 'civilization,' and a dispute between two of the shaman's apprentices that threatened to spill out and deliver evil spirits to the rest of the village.

The last one had been particularly stressful, because they were shouting about how it wasn't wrong, because he, the chief's son, had an 'evil being' as a companion. Of course, they meant Sean, and of course, they said it when he was right there. It had taken more than a little bit of self control to keep from lashing out at them.

His tail was twitching and his ears were flicking all the way back to his hut, and Sean was completely silent. Of course, that was normal, but not the downcast eyes and the pitiful look on his face. He'd been hurt, and badly, by the way that they referred to him.

Shaking his head, he reached out and pulled the human close. It wasn't the first time that they'd embraced, but it was the first time that he'd done it while still feeling so angry. Tafari was surprised that he had to work with his claws so much, keeping them from digging into the human's back.

"Don't listen to them. They're just kids."

The human looked up at him, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, it's the truth. They're young, and as a result, they're idiots. It's kind of how it goes around here. You give an idiot power - like being a shaman's assistant - and they assume that they know everything."

After a second, the human nodded. He gestured, first at himself, then at a point about two feet shorter than his height, and nodded. Tafari blinked for a few seconds before the message got through.

"Heh, you were like that when you were young too?"

Sean nodded.

"Yeah, I think we all were. Come on. Let's get back to the hut and make sure that we get some rest before tonight."

Despite the cocked head of the human, Tafari didn't answer the unspoken question. It was close enough that he would find out anyway, and he was still worried about Sean running off if he got scared. Better to wait until the ceremony, and then let him know. Besides, he was pretty sure that the human would enjoy it.

He hoped.

Night came with a speed that defied all thought, taking forever for it to creep up on the day. It didn't help for Tafari that he was alone with his human, since he had completed all of his duties and had nothing left to do but ogle Sean. And there was a lot to ogle, considering the human's loincloth barely covered him in the front - and then only when standing up straight - and didn't cover him at all in the back.

The cheetah looked at him again and again, not bothering to be shy about it. After all, Sean was his. He'd claimed him, even if the ritual to make it official wasn't until tonight. He could look at him all he wanted, and enjoy the sight. Even if it did make his loincloth pinch him over and over and over and over and -

Gah! Stop thinking about his ass, the cheetah thought to himself as he adjusted the loincloth for the thousandth time that day, shaking his head a few times. At this rate, your cock is going to look like you stepped through poison leaves.

The idea sent a shudder down his spine, and finally made the damnable thing shrink back into his sheath. He'd walked through that sort of stuff when he was a cub. It wasn't an experience that he wanted to repeat by any means, particularly not down there.

Sean walked over to him as he adjusted himself again, and the human sat down at the edge of the pile of furs that was their shared bed. The cheetah looked down at him, cocking his head to the side.

"Yes?"

The human pointed up, out of the hut towards the rising moon, an eye raised.

"Wondering if it's time?"

Sean nodded.

"Just about. The shaman will get us when it is. They need to get everything ready, and we'd just be in the way."

The human nodded reluctantly. Tafari could see that he wasn't having much luck in persuading his property that everything was going to be alright, and the cheetah didn't want Sean to be uncomfortable. Sighing, he got up from his furs and wrapped an arm around the human's shoulders.

"Don't worry about it. You'll be fine, and soon, we'll be together in the best of ways."

His human blinked, then slowly reached down. Tafari barely suppressed a soft mewl as his loincloth was grabbed and squeezed, and he chuckled at the human's quizzical, yet teasing face.

"Yes, like that."

That seemed to be all that the human needed to hear, as Sean broke out in a grin. Seeing it brought a similar smile to Tafari's face, and he pulled his human close, enjoying the intimacy between them. Still, he had to remove the human's hand from his loincloth, particularly as it was starting to pinch once more with the constant rubbing and squeezing of his growing member.

They stayed together, holding each other like that, for about half an hour before the shaman came for them. The older cheetah stuck his head through the entrance and nodded.

"It's time."

"We're coming."

The older feline pulled his head out as Tafari stood up, pulling his human along with him. Sean followed behind, and the two of them walked through the moonlit village to the center of it. It wasn't difficult by any means; the majority of the huts were well lit by the moonlight, and the uneven ground was easy to navigate through habit and memory. And besides, the center of the village was lit up with a huge bonfire, and it cast enough light for even the human to see by.

They arrived to find that the rest of the tribe was already there, the many hunters, child-tenders, wise men, and the chief himself assembled in a great circle around the bonfire. The shaman alone stood away from them, his hands folded together and several shaped sticks on the ground before him.

As Tafari and his human approached, the shaman reached down and picked up one of the sticks, holding it out to him. The young cheetah took it, and patted the human on the shoulder with his free hand.

"Don't be afraid."

Sean looked a bit startled at that, but couldn't move. The grip Tafari had on his shoulder made sure that if he did, claws would be there to stop him.

The shaman looked about, and raised his hands.

"Tonight, as is the tradition of our tribe, we are here to witness the joining of master and property. Tafari has claimed this human as his own, and before the entirety of the tribe, he will stake his claim and mark the human as his own. Do you stand ready for this, Tafari?"

"I do."

"Then lay the wood in the fire."

As the shaman stepped away, the younger cheetah took a step forward. The wood in his hand was thick and wet, and would hold out against catching fire far longer than the other bits of fuel that kept the bonfire burning. He pushed the shaped end deep into the flames, making sure to catch all of the heat that he could as it started to crackle and steam.

Soon, the end of the stick was glowing red, and he withdrew it before it could catch true fire. It glowed in the night air, and he spun it around a few times to make the light dance for the people to see.

As he turned to Sean, he saw that the human was looking at the heated end of the wood with more than a little trepidation. This was the part that he knew the human would hate, but there wasn't anything he could do. Tradition was tradition.

"Bend over, Sean."

The human looked wide-eyed at him, and there was a brief struggle against the cheetah's grip. Tafari strengthened his hold, and the human stilled as the tips of the cheetah's claws pricked at his skin.

"It has to be done. This is how you will become mine. It won't be long, I promise," he whispered.

Though the human still looked fearful, he slowly leaned forward as he was commanded. The loincloth lowered further, and as he was nearly touching his toes, his balls and his shaft were exposed from behind, allowing the assembled males and females to see him. There was some sound, some reaction of purring and chuckling from the group, but it was overwhelmingly quiet for the majority.

Please forgive me for this, he thought as he brought the branding wood down on the human's hip. Sean started shouting almost immediately, screaming at the top of his lungs as the heat seared the shape into the human's skin. Tafari held him as still as he could, but he knew that there was only so much he could do to alleviate the pain.

Thankfully, it didn't take long. Ten heartbeats of the brand being held to the flesh was enough to make the mark easily visible, and he threw the wood towards the ground as soon as he was done. The shaman stepped forward with a bowl, and Tafari immediately dipped his fingers in and rubbed the ointment inside into the injury.

Sean took nearly a minute to calm himself, and even then he shuddered at the soft touches to the injury. It was like he was fighting down his own hysteria, something that the cheetah couldn't blame him for.

Slowly, he turned the human's face to meet his, and looked into his eyes. He feared that he would see hate, terror, or something else that showed that trust had been broken. He wouldn't have blamed the human, but it would have broken his heart to lose what they had enjoyed so far. He peered into those eyes...

And smiled. Despite the pain, Sean looked at him trustingly. Tafari leaned down and licked his cheek, and the human embraced him. The shaman put down the bowl, and called out to the tribe again.

"The mark is made. And now Tafari will make his claim official. The human will be taken."

Sean looked up at him again with some confusion, again reaching down to the cheetah's loincloth. This time, the cheetah didn't push his hand away, and instead reached down and pulled the loincloth out to the side. His cock, finally allowed to be free, rose up quickly. The barbed head flared outwards slightly, and the shaft itself was slick and wet and shining in the deep firelight.

Now that it had come time, no words were needed. Sean bent forward again, going to all fours. The cheetah came up behind him, fur meeting flesh as he ground his eager cock against the human's hole. He kept himself closer to the unburned side, making sure that his fur didn't rub against the branding, but he couldn't stop himself for long. Grinding his cock between the human's ass cheeks for a few seconds, he lined himself up, and pushed in.

For all that he'd been saving up for weeks, it felt like his first time all over again. The cheetah panted hard as he slipped in up to the hilt, feeling that hot ass squeeze around his shaft. Almost instantly he could feel his cock throbbing, twitching, oozing pre, and he tensed up to keep from blowing his load right away.

It wasn't much easier for the human, he could tell. Looking down at him, Tafari saw Sean moaning, blushing as he wriggled back and forth, as if he was trying to slide his hips up and down to keep it going. The only thing stopping him were -

Oh. Tafari blushed as he stopped holding so tight with his claws, pulling them out of the human's hips as he started to rock back and forth, slowly sliding back before gliding in again. Despite the lack of lube, the two of them were eager enough that he made it happen. The cheetah was almost purring from the pleasure, and he could feel the human twitching, clenching, pushing back at him with the same eagerness.

As they rocked together, the tribe watched them. Tafari was very conscious of the eyes of his tribe, knowing that he was under their observation. It almost felt like he had to prove himself in front of them, and in a way, he supposed he did. The feeling was an intense one, and he wondered just how long he would be able to last. He knew that he was already close, and with the audience, and the enthusiasm from his partner, all the discipline in the world wouldn't help him sustain himself for long.

Back and forth, back and forth they went, and the cheetah's moans turned into soft mewls and yowls as he got closer and closer. He could feel the human's need, almost hear the spurts of pre onto the earth below. Each time he pulled out, that tight hole clenched around his cock, squeezing him, making it harder and harder to get out, and each time he slammed back in, it opened in welcome.

Back and forth, back and forth, and they were getting faster and faster. Tafari couldn't believe the pleasure that he was getting, his balls swelling, his cock twitching and spurting pre inside of the human. The closer he got to the edge, the more he needed it. Days, weeks without a climax, and now it was so close. He would seed this human. He would claim Sean, and the human would be his. Forever.

The chatter of the tribe got louder and louder, and he could hear others of the group splitting off to find their own fun. He saw miniature orgies starting up around them as other members got their own ideas of fun to be had. Little clusters of three to six people sprung up around the fire, loincloths pulled to the side, shafts and slits exposed as men joined with men, men with women, and women with women all around him.

But soon, they faded, as all his attention was upon the human beneath him. Sean was his. Sean would be his forever, as property, as toy, as...as companion.

Growling in need, the cheetah slumped over the human's back, holding him close and nibbling at his neck. Sean moaned aloud at that, but the cheetah barely heard. He rutted him, fucking him hard and fast and deep. Each thrust smacked his hips hard against the human's ass, and he could feel it rippling, squeezing, bouncing against him.

"You...are...mine..."

His whisper got a moan from the human, and a nod.

"Say it...say it..."

"Y..."

The sound was nearly there. He needed to hear it. He craved hearing it. The first word from the human in his language.

"Say it!"

"Yours!"

Hearing it brought him over the edge like a flood crashing down the river. Tafari yowled, biting down on the human's shoulder as he came. His cock almost hurt from how much seed came shooting out of it, and he could feel every swirling shot coming back around his cock. Spurt after spurt went out, until some of it began leaking back out of the human's hole and dripping down his balls.

It drained him, but he was a cheetah. He could go for more than one round, and he grinned as he started to grind against the still squirting human again.

"Time...for your second taking..."

"No, you're staying down."

"Mmmph. Why?"

The cheetah chuckled a little bit at the soft question back from his human. Sean had been learning the language quicker and quicker ever since he'd picked up that first word at the ceremony a couple of days ago. Of course, he wasn't speaking much yet, only a couple of question words, but it was still quite a bit of progress.

Tafari still couldn't believe that he had a human of his very own now. It had been amazing just having Sean there while he'd been waiting for the ceremony, but with it concluded...well, it had some new, deeper meaning for him now. He wasn't sure what it was, yet, but it was definitely there.

"Why?"

The question brought him back to the moment, and the cheetah sat down on the bed, rubbing the human's thigh. The branding at his hip was healing well, but it was still raw, and he reminded himself to rub more of the shaman's ointment on it later in the day.

"You need to recover from that first night. Your mark is still healing, and if you went out, it could be filled with the Green Ooze."

The human nodded, but chuckled.

"Not stop you last moon."

Heh, I suppose not, he thought as he rubbed the human's thigh. It was a wonderful time just the night before, taking the human beneath the moonlight again. Despite the rules that he should be letting his property rest and recover, he couldn't hold back from using him again and again. Whether it was keeping Sean underfoot and having his feet be tended, waking to the human's mouth around his shaft, or simply rutting him with the remaining pent-up need from the enforced chastity earlier, the fun was too good to stay away for long.

"That is for another time. You can rest here for a bit longer."

"Will."

"Good human."

He patted Sean on the head, and then slipped into their shared bed with him again. Though he was supposed to head out with the hunters later, that wasn't for another few hours, and he wanted to spend time with his human for a bit longer first. He wrapped his arms around Sean tightly, pulling him close and licking the back of his neck.

Then the human reached back and squeezed his sheath again, and Tafari chuckled.

"And you say I don't let you rest. I think you want it more than I do."

"Give. Now."

"Hehehe, I guess we have time..."

The End