Connor stepped out into the brisk night air, stretching his arms high above his head and rotating his torso. The 15 year old cheetah hummed softly along with the song playing in his wireless earbuds as he walked down the path leading up to his front door, and paused at the sidewalk, lifting one leg up behind him and stretching, followed by the other. The spring air was chilly, but that didn’t stop the lean youth from being topless for his nightly runs. He otherwise just wore a pair of gym shorts, low-cut socks, and nice running shoes. 
        He started jogging in place at the end of his family’s driveway, settling his breathing into a steady rhythm before starting off. Most cheetahs ran sprints, and while Connor definitely could, he preferred the endurance nature of cross-country running events, and he was one of the fastest still among his peers. The state finals were coming up in a couple of weeks and he wasn’t about to stop practicing, especially since his body’s biology wanted high energy sprints rather than long distance treks. 
        Connor headed off down the street and towards the backroad that went past his neighborhood and towards a nearby state-park. He always took one of a few separate routes that he’d determined to be decent length, turning around to head back once he had gone half the total distance he wanted, usually about two and a half miles each way. An occasional car passed by as Connor made his way out onto the backroad, which went across rolling hills and was lined with trees, occasionally broken up by other entrances to neighborhoods, but there were almost no street lights. Fortunately the sky was clear, the moon was bright and his feline eyes had no problem spotting uneven sidewalks slabs. He did almost slip once on some ice that still hadn’t fully melted from the last snow, which did cause his heart to race a bit, but he found himself laughing at his own clumsiness. 
Connor rounded a bend just as the run tracking app on his phone alerted him that he’d reached his desired halfway point, and he slowed down to jog in place, turning on the spot. Just as he did though, he felt a sharp pain as something impacted on the back of his head and everything went dark.
        
The teen’s assailant looked down at the bare-chested feline with a smirk, nudging him with a foot before zip tying his wrists and ankles together and hoisting him up and carrying him to a nearby car. “I’ve been waiting for you to run this path for a couple days, kitten,” the attacker said as he dumped the unconscious teenager into the trunk of his car and proceeded to drive away. 
The drive to his safehouse was uneventful, though he kept an ear out for the sounds of stirring from the trunk, but they never came. “Must have hit him real hard… That means I can have some extra fun,” he murmured to himself with an excited grin. The kidnapper, an otter with deep red fur and gray belly, was already fantasizing about what to do with the kid before he carried out what he’d been paid to do, and he was already partially erect as he pulled into the garage and walked around to lift the limp body out of his trunk. He hummed excitedly to himself as he brought the cheetah into the single story house and into the master bedroom, where he neatly placed Connor’s body and flicked on the lights. There was a full video production setup in the room, with ring lights, cameras, and plenty of room for activities. The otter took a few moments to set some things up, getting cameras rolling, and then returned to the bound cheetah, now taking the time to get a good look at his victim. 
Connor was a handsome boy, tall and lithe as cheetahs are wont to be, with a toned belly and a short crop of messy, light brown hair that didn’t quite fall over his green eyes. The otter licked his lips hungrily as he pressed a hand onto Connor’s cream-colored belly, webbed fingers combing through his soft fur, still cool to the touch from his interrupted run. He gently fondled his way up the boy’s torso, fingers tweaking his nipples, getting them stiff, before up to his neck. He traced his claws around Connor’s jawline and then to his lips and pushed his thumb into his mouth, rubbing it along the feline’s gums and large incisors. At the same time, his other hand was tugging down Connor’s shorts and boxers, lightly pressing his palm across his flaccid cock and teasing his balls, currently small still from the temperature, but certainly soon to drop. The otter was already breathing heavily as he rolled Connor onto his side and tugged the shorts and underwear down to his bound ankles, and then he got on his knees in front of the bed with the cheetah almost hanging off the side and began to suckle on the boy’s pubescent cock. He suckled and teased until it was fully erect, and then using a bit of string tied it off to ensure he stayed hard for what was to come. Once satisfied, he gave Connor’s fuzzy coin purse a lick, slurping them into his maw and nibbling ever so gently before letting them fall off his tongue. He rolled Connor over onto his belly now and moved down to the cheetah’s feet. He made sure that cameras were positioned correctly before hooking his fingers into the mouth of the left shoe and easing it off of the cheetah’s foot, followed by the other. Besides his shorts and underwear now around his ankles, the only thing the boy was still wearing were his socks. They were mostly white, with gray fabric around the toes and the brand name stitched just beneath the toe of the sock. They were tight around Connor’s paws, cold and ever so slightly damp from sweat, showing a nice outline of the boy’s toes and arch of his sole. The otter couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he cradled Connor’s paws in his hands, still bound at the ankles, and lifted them to his face. He gave each one a slow lick from toe to heel before setting them down again. He hooked one finger into the left sock and slowly eased it down over the boy’s heel, revealing a pinkish-tan paw pad. The claws on his fingers pressed gently into the skin as he dragged the sock further down, revealing Connor’s fully padded sole. He stopped right at Connor’s toes and leaned in again, kissing the unconscious teen’s heel and then sliding his tongue from side to side as he worked his way down towards the toes, savoring the flavor of his sweat and skin. His tongue finally made contact with fabric and he wiggled it inside of the end of the sock, causing it to fall completely off Connor’s toes. The otter pulled his head back to admire the soft, young sole in front of him and then after kissing each toe only once, set the paws down again. Connor’s toes curled up under the weight of his own feet, wrinkles forming in his sole and the fabric of his remaining sock, which the otter traced with one finger while reaching down to pick up the boy’s shoes. He put both of them back on the limp paws, but left the sock off. He had been paid to provide a rather specific video for his customer, so he would have more time later to play with those warm soles, and he wanted to fuck him before he woke up.
The otter grabbed Connor’s hips and lifted them into the air, eliciting a groan from the boy, and he stepped back to let the cameras get a good look at the presented feline ass. He then finally climbed up on the bed and gripped Connor’s cheeks, thumbs spreading them and teasing his tail hole. “Gods, I love fucking straight kids,” the otter mumbled under his breath as he leaned in and dragged his tongue from balls up to hole and began swirling it around the tight pucker. All the cameras could see now was the otter’s lower jaw moving as his mouth sealed around the runner’s ass, his tongue probing deep into the boy and slicking him up nicely. Connor cock began twitching where it hung between his legs and a few weak moans escaped him as he was tongue fucked as deep as the otter could reach. Finally, after a few minutes of slurping sounds and moans, the kidnapper pulled back and got up on his knees behind the cheetah. He dropped his jeans down to his ankles, revealing a stiff eight inch cock that was about as girthy as a can of shaving cream. 
“Gonna stretch you real good,” he huffed as he rubbed the tip against the wet, pink pucker. “Shame I won’t be able to feel you die on it. That always feels the best,” he said as he began easing into the kitten’s rear end. Connor let out an involuntary whine and grunt, but it seemed he was still out cold, even as the otter’s cock fully disappeared inside of him. “Straight boys always clench better when they’re awake…” the otter murmured as he ground his hips against Connor’s ass, and then began thrusting into him, going slow and easy to avoid waking him as best he could. He quickly began to get lost in the motions though, soon slamming into the unconscious boy’s hole forcefully, rocking him back and forth against the sheets, with a camera from the front capturing his slack-jawed face sliding into the bed. It didn’t take too long for the otter to climax though, and he sat there fully penetrating Connor for a moment, hot seed filling the boy’s rump, before pulling back, a trail of warm cum rolling out of the tight anus and down his balls, but still he didn’t wake. 
“Alright kid, time to do what I was paid for,” he huffed breathily as he picked Connor’s limp form up and sat him in a wooden chair that was on top of a large plastic sheet that covered the ground. He undid the zip ties that held Connor’s wrists and ankles, and fixed them to different points on the chair with twine. He stood up and double checked the cameras in the new setting again before walking back to Conner and grabbing his head, which had fallen forward, and turning it to face him. He put a metal ring gag in Connor’s mouth and then pressed his semi-flacid cock into the feline’s muzzle, loving the sensation of those sharp teeth barely scraping against him. Soon his hips were pressed against Connor’s face, the tip of the otter’s cock making a slight bulge in the cheetah’s throat at its maximum depth, and he held him there, his belly and cock blocking off any breathing. This near-suffocation finally snapped Connor back to life, and his eyes opened wide, first with pain, then confusion, then panic as his green eyes looked up at his assailant. “Hello kitten, so glad you could join me,” the otter said, hand still holding Connor by the hair, a cruel smirk on his face and he began thrusting against Connor’s muzzle, instantly going hard. Connor could only make panicked whimpers and muffled screams as the cock rubbed against his tongue and into his throat. 
“Goooood kitty,” the otter crooned, holding Connor’s hair tightly as he thrusted against the teen’s muzzle. He finally pulled back, not having climaxed, his half-hard cock wet with saliva. “Just wanted to clean myself off after filling you up,” he smirked as he forced Connor to stare at the camera, mouth held open by the metal ring inside. “Sorry to do this to you, kid, but I got paid by a friend of yours to do this,” he said as he got on his knees in front of Connor. The cheetah’s chest rose and fell rapidly, taking panicked breaths as his kidnapper untied one of his ankles from the chair. He tried kicking, but the otter held surprisingly tightly to his ankle as he peeled the shoe off, making a deliberate effort to expose the bare sole to the camera as it happened. His toes curled and wiggled as he struggled against the otter’s grip, trying desperately to pull away, but the older male’s grip was like a vice and he managed to do little more than just wiggle about. 
The otter began dancing his fingers up and down the boy’s sole, claws pressing into the soft pink pads, scratching through the fur. Connor let out a panicked, shrieking laugh as his sensitive paws were tickled, and he wriggled more vigorously in his chair, arching his back and trying to kick away, but still with no success. When his assailant finally stopped, Connor looked up at the ceiling, breathing heavily, tail twitching and toes curling. A new sensation would soon work its way up his spine as the otter’s wet tongue dragged slowly from his heel to his toes, savoring every inch of his soft, salty boy feet. Connor’s toes splayed out in reaction as the tongue slid upwards, and then between the digits. He begged for the older male to stop, the words barely intelligible as they wheezed through the ring gag, tears streaming down his face both from panic and laughter, but he didn’t stop. Instead, the otter began to suck on his toes, moaning softly as he did, and all the while making sure that one camera or another had a good angle of the attention the cute feline soles were getting. 
This lasted several minutes, alternating between sucking and licking, before he set that paw down again, tying it once more to the leg of the chair. He untied Connor’s other foot now and this time turned to face the camera, locking the cheetah’s ankle under his armpit and used his other hand to slowly remove the sneaker, revealing the socked sole of his still untouched paw. He hooked a finger into the mouth of the sock and slowly eased it over Connor’s heel, then leaned in and bit into the toe of the sock, slowly pulling his head back and letting the cloth slide up over the soft sole until it sprung off of his toes, which were curled in a futile attempt to keep the sock on. The otter focused his attack on Connor’s soles once more, scratching and tickling the panicked feline’s soft pads until his thrashing ceased and he was sitting limply in the chair, panting heavily and trying to beg for him to stop, but unable to make any sound beyond his labored breathing. 
“A love the taste of a boy’s sole after a short run~ not so much sweat to stink, but a nice, warm, salty flavor,” the otter said to no one in particular as he repositioned himself to drag his tongue along Connor’s sole, who to this point was only slightly wet with sweat, then pink pads having turned flush from being scratched and tickled. Connor was just crying now as his sole was bathed, toes only twitching now in response as he lacked the energy to resist. His head still throbbed from the initial attack, combined with the tickling and crying, he was just in a lot of pain. The otter spent nearly ten minutes on Connor’s foot though, licking slowly from heel to each toe, taking the digit into his mouth whenever he reached it and suckling gently on it before starting from the heel again. Once he was satisfied with the saliva running down his sole and bridging between the toes, he set the paw down and tied the ankle to the leg of the chair again. “Alright, this next part is really gonna hurt,” he tisked as he grabbed both of Connor’s socks, balled them up and shoved them through the ring gag into his mouth before tilting the chair back. He eased it down until Connor was laying on his back now, his soles once again facing the camera. He tried to ask what was about to happen, but he barely was able to make a noise. He didn’t see either as the otter grabbed something from out of his sight range, only noticing when he was able to see a screen showing what the camera’s saw: an ax in the otter’s hands. 
Connor’s eyes widened with panic and his struggles returned with a new vigor, pulling on his bonds, feet paddling in the air. “Yes, good, just like that! Makes it much hotted when they stop moving,” the otter smirked and lifting the ax over his head and brought it down on Connor’s left ankle, severing it all the way though, and embedding itself in the metal leg of the chair. The toes splayed out and then came back together as it fell to the ground and blood poured out of the wound. “One more~” The otter grinned and raised the axe once again as the cheetah screamed into his own socks, and then his other paw was off, twitching momentarily on the ground before going still. He sobbed near silently, unable to make any further noise as he was lifted back up to face the camera, his cheeks soaked with tears. “Guess you won’t be able to run in state championships anymore, huh?” the otter said and gently stroked Connor’s ears before picking up his disembodied paws. He held one in each hand and began to rub the still saliva-wet soles against Connor’s cheeks. The feline tried turning away, but he finally just hung his head in defeat as his soles were rubbed over his face. He was starting to feel woozy from blood loss, which was pouring out of his ankles now, and the adrenaline was making him numb. 
“Think I can make him cum from his own feet?” the otter asked the camera, and then redirected the rubbing between Connor’s legs, to his still forcibly erect cock. He rubbed the sole of one slowly up and down Connor’s shaft, and used the toes of the other to grasp the head. He gradually picked up the pace of the movement, until Connor’s body convulsed a bit as he came, a weak shot of cum wetting his toes. “Good job, kitten,” the kidnapper praised him mockingly, “But you gotta clean em up now,” he said and put the clean paw in Connor’s lap and used that hand to remove the socks and the ring gag from his mouth. The teen coughed and gasped as his mouth was freed and was about to try to speak when his own cum-splattered toes were forced into his mouth. “Lick. Polish your toes clean and I’ll stop the bleeding and let you go,” he ordered. Fresh tears began to flow at the prospect of being released and in spite of his light-headedness, Connor began to suck and lick the seed from his toes with as much energy as he could muster, tongue sliding between the digits and over his own pads, until he could taste no more of the musky fluid. He looked up at his kidnapper pleadingly, tiredly. He could barely keep his eyes open. 
“Nice and clean,” he said approvingly and then set that paw on his lap too. “Just gotta take one more thing,” he said and grabbed Connor’s hair, tilting his head back, and dragged a knife across his throat. The cheetah gasped, and then gurgled as blood spurted from his jugular, and the knife kept cutting deeper until it hit spine. The otter found a point between two vertebrae and with a little bit of force, Connor’s head was separated from his body. He held the feline’s head towards the camera, his mouth still opening and closing, eyes wide in panic, before eventually his jaw went slack and the blood slowed to a drip out from his throat, while his neck stump still squirted. The otter walked around to the front again and placed Connor’s head on his own cock, through the neck and out his mouth, though his meager four inch pubescent cock only rested part way on his tongue. “Would have had more fun if I didn’t get paid to do this a certain way…” he mumbled as he leaned forwards and kissed Connor on the lips, tasting his blood and moaning softly. He pulled Connor’s head off of his lap and set it on the ground, followed by his paws, and then he took a hold of the boy’s cock and balls and using the same knife, sliced them off from his body in one unit. He dangled them above his mouth and lowered the coin purse into his maw, suckling and nibbling on them before setting the package aside and looking at the camera as he picked up Connor’s head and one of the paws. 
“Hope you enjoyed what I did to your friend~ I’ll let you know when I plan to cook up what's left and you can join me for a meal and admire my new trophies,” the otter spoke to the camera before shutting it all off. 
He hummed to himself as he carried Connor’s body into a kitchen and put meat hooks in his calves to suspend his body over a drain. He took this time to gut the teen, and remove his tail as another trophy, and then started preparing the head, cock and paws to be mounted. He already had a plaque made up for it. He worked through the night until the display was ready: Connor’s head, with a relaxed, open-mouthed look on his face, his paws on either side, one wearing a sock, and his cock and balls under his chin, with a brass plate that read “Connor, King Cheetah, 15 years old.” The otter admired his work for a moment, petting Connor’s ears as he did. 
“Bet your body is gonna taste really good… That squirrel kid will get what’s coming to him though. He said you were his best friend, even though you went to a different school, guess he just really didn’t want you to compete, and he had a crush on you. Gay psychopath kids are wild with what they’ll do to their straight friend,” he chuckled as he yawned and carried the trophy up to a bedroom, where he affixed it to the wall, among a hundred other similarly mounted heads and paws, before climbing into the bed. He had another job tonight, so he had to get some rest.