Morris was a monster.
He had been a bully all throughout his formative years; being bigger than his peers thanks to his
jaguar heritage he would always lord over those around him with either a snarl or a dangerous
smirk before pummeling someone within the ground for some meaningless reason, thus earning
him quite the infamous reputation to those who dared speak of him. However where most boys
would grow out of this aggressive phase Morris became worse. Torturing others became
something of a deeply desired hobby of his, especially with regards to those who were smaller
and weaker than him.
All throughout high school Morris would go out of his way to make sure to find someone who he
knew would be too afraid to complain about what he was doing to bring over to his house while
his parents were out and pummel to a pulp. He would of course offer them something in return
for coming to his place, either money he would steal from his dad's wallet, or maybe by doing
their homework for them; he was surprisingly smart for being such a devious little shit. Either
way, once he had them within his hold it would take more than a couple of minutes before
Morris would savage them.
From beating them up with his fists, to kicking them down a flight of stairs whenever he could
force them to go up and get him something from his bedroom, the jaguar would do everything
he could to make those around him suffer. Yet he most enjoyed crushing his victim's groins. The
look of torture on their faces as they realized that they couldn't stop him made him feel powerful
in such a manner that he would sometimes be left aroused by his savagery. He would always
make sure to get the tear stricken individual out of the house before his mother came home
from her waitress job, as the last thing he wanted was to hear her roar at him, especially if she
came home with someone from her job. It was during the nights after having his fun with
whoever he had managed to get his claws on that Morris would enjoy stroking himself to an
orgasm, even though he had to suffer through listening to his parents screaming at each other,
but that was to be expected.
Thankfully he didn't have to be bothered with them for all that long, as once he graduated high
school he quickly set off for a community college in a city two states away, his grades granting
him the scholarships and grants needed to supplement his room and board. It was while
studying for his college degree that Morris was able to get into various alternate studies, the
likes of which involved BDSM. Learning about what the body could and could not handle
fascinated him to the point where he would routinely go down to the local bondage club that
catered to such lifestyles. The spiel he was given upon gaining membership was something he
quickly ignored in favor of picking up his first whip to punish a sub who had misbehaved.
Because he was being watched by those masters around him he couldn't unleash the full force
of his twisted desires on the other, though he did dip his toe beyond the line of what was
acceptable just to see how those around him would respond.
Getting chewed out by an older tiger was not something he ever wanted to have happen again,
despite how much his cock had leaked down the inside of his pants following him setting hiswhip down and then apologizing for his misbehavior, however the lesson he had learned was
well worth the furious roars of the leather clad mountain of muscle. It was through professing his
admission of guilt and paying a small fee that he was able to punish someone else, another sub
who liked to take things further than most were comfortable with.
Morris still chuckled as he thought about punching the other in the waist and groin, the look of
pain which colored the little mouse's face as he rammed his fist into his hardening cock aroused
the jaguar to heights that he wasn't sure he was supposed to feel. Was this an addiction? He
couldn't say, but he knew one thing if nothing else.
He wanted more.
So much more.
With that in mind he happily allowed the other into his dorm room in order to have some 'fun'
with him. His roommates were rather weirded out by the other, especially given how he looked
so stereotypically submissive, what with him always wearing a collar and him begging to be
used and punished like the little bitch that he was, that Morris often had to pay them to go out
for the evening. It didn't matter though, seeing as he was able to play the stock market well
enough to keep his bank account rather fat, and so once he had the wolf and his nerdy labrador
boyfriend out of his way Morris would work the mouse over until he was left bruised and busted
along the pale white floor of his room.
Seeing the look of need on the other's face, of his desperation, it was so damned good,
especially given that the room was topped off with the scent of an aroused rodent, a scent that
spoke to the spotted feline on an almost primal level. However after a year of smashing the
other into the ground Morris found himself bored. He didn't understand why this was, given that
he was getting exactly what he wanted. But he just was. And so he got rid of the rodent.
Morris spent the next few years using various others for his pleasure, growing his skills in the art
of masochism until they became techniques he could be proud of, and yet it never felt like it was
enough for him. Not even after he graduated from college and then got his own place within
another city while working as a business manager for a financial company. At least until the day
his neighbor, a rather ditzy tabby who was going through a rough divorce, had asked him to look
after her son for her.
Morris had never really been all that close to the woman, what with his tastes being geared
towards males in general, however he knew well enough to be nice to those around him, as the
last thing he wanted was invasive questions being asked of why he so often had so many
people coming in and out of his house; it was a white picket fenced kind of neighborhood, and
so curious eyes were always on him. With that in mind, speaking to the woman, or rather having
her desperately coming over after nearly beating down his door late into the morning, had
revealed that she needed a babysitter. So much so that not only did she all but throw her son at
him but she offered to pay him a rather substantial amount to look after her little Timmy.Morris was at first off put by the situation that had fallen into his lap, but the more he thought
about it the more he found himself enjoying the thought of what he was being asked to do, even
more so after he looked into the bright green eyes of the little bundle of orange and green fluff
that was the eleven year old.
"Sure, I'll look after your son for you, Susan." He chuckled while smiling with one too many teeth
for any parent's liking.
Because she was in such a tisy the tabby didn't think too much about the smirk being sent her
way, nor some of the odd questions that Morris asked her regarding his other friends and if he
had ever been spanked before. The thirty-four year old just answered the inquiries as best she
could before going to get her son and then bringing him over. The innocent little face that stared
up at him filled Morris with a glee so dark that it shone through his amber eyes, yet neither
smaller felines let themselves acknowledge what they were seeing as they tearfully hugged one
another.
"Now you be sure to do everything Morris tells you, ok, Timmy?" Morris chuckled as he heard
these words leave her lips.
"Yes, ma'am." The eleven year old nodded before getting a peck on the head.
Seconds later the older woman was out the door. The sound of her car revving up and then
racing down the road was the last that either feline saw or heard of her before Morris closed the
door to his home.
"Well now, what should I do with your first?" The jaguar asked more to himself than to the other
as he turned against his door to stare down at the child looking up at him.
"Can I get something to eat?" Timmy asked just as his stomach rumbled in need. "I...didn't get
breakfast before I was brought over here."
"Of course you can!" Morris chirped. "I've already eaten this morning, so how about you go and
find something to watch on the tv in my room while I rustle some pots and pans?"
The little tabby jumped up and down excitedly as he heard this news. He quickly settled down
though, more than likely having been trained that such outbursts were not something that he
should do, or perhaps his budding teen-ness was setting it, making it so that such jubilations
wouldn't be seen as 'cool' by those around him. Either way Morris moved to pat the other on the
top of his head while making his way towards the kitchen. It was while inside of the separated
room that the jaguar began to make plans for Timmy.
A quick meal followed by some video games found Morris taking Timmy into his home gym,
because the jaguar preferred to workout in the nude he was forced to build his own exercisestudio for himself. Putting the little one through his paces on the stack machine, careful not to
overdo it on his little body, Morris licked his lips as he watched the elven year old's taut frame
strain itself in an effort to lift up the iron that had been set for him to lift. Morris, not wanting to be
outdone, worked on pumping his own weights before transitioning over to the treadmill set by
the nearby window.
"Hey," He called out after running his two miles. "do you want to check out this other piece of
equipment that I have? It's really cool, but kinda weird." He admitted with honest sincerity.
"Sure!" Timmy chirped, much to jaguar's perverted delight.
"Awesome! Come over her so that I can get you set up."
Making their way to what looked to be a leg spreader, Morris instructed Timmy on how to situate
himself before strapping him into the machine. Once done he moved behind the other and then
turned a wheel that would forcibly spread the other's immature legs. At first Timmy was rather
surprised by what was going on, but after a minute he began to complain about the pressure
which was being exerted over his thighs and calves.
"Aww, that's too bad, because it's about to get more painful for you." Morris said while grabbing
the other's hands and then tying them back behind his back.
When Timmy tried to ask what was going on he got a swift cuff to the back of the head for his
troubles. The sudden shock of pain stilled his tongue and wetted his eyes, yet Morris ignored
this in favor of moving around the front of the kitten. Looming above the eleven year old, the
jaguar took a moment to enjoy having such control over his wouldbe victim. When he saw the
sparkling tears begin to pool inside of the boy's eyes he decided to speak up to alleviate what
would be a loud wail.
"Now remember, you're supposed to listen to everything I'm saying, so no crying." The cub was
caught between insecurity and pain and thus didn't know what to do, at least until Morris
reached out to pat him on the side of the cheek. "No crying." This made Timmy fight back the
tears. At least until he cut the kitten's shorts and underpants with his claws.
Since most anthroes didn't keep their natural weapons as sharp as their ancestors this should
have been impossible, but Morris loved having such dangerous tools at his beck and call, thus
once the tabby was left semi-naked in front he quickly set out flicking the boy's balls a bit before
reaching out and grabbing his wiener. "You are so cute." Morris admitted, much to Timmy's
confusion.
The fact that the little one was growing aroused was rather curious within itself, but for that
Morris just chuckled.I'm going to punch you repeatedly in the groin now." That this made no sense to the kitten was
obvious, and yet it didn't compare to the understanding of what was about to happen next. "Try
not to get even more erect, ok?"
The first punch to his groin made the tabby yell out in unrestrained agony. Morris didn't care. He
simply punched the other again, grinding his knuckles into the prepubescent cock and balls with
almost primeval glee as he watched the elven year old's face twist up in pain. "No crying now."
He snickered as he pulled his hands back and then alternated in between thrusting them over
and over into the front of the cub's midsection. Of course Timmy cried, the pain was almost
mind numbing as he was treated to some of the worst pain imaginable. His tail shot out behind
his back when one particular hit crushed his balls into his body hard enough to make stars pop
into the front of his eyes. Morris laughed as he watched the face in front of him twist and then
turn as he rained down blow after blow into the little one's body. He thankfully didn't have to
worry about anyone coming to stop him, as he had made sure that the walls within his room
would be soundproof the second the ink had dried on the paperwork he had signed. Because of
this he allowed himself to relish in the suffering that he was unleashing upon the child in front of
him, so much so that his pants grew sticky with the proof of his arousal over what was
happening. Ironically enough…
"I thought I told you not to get erect?" The jaguar questioned like a teacher admonished a
misbehaving student.
Timmy wanted to try and say something but in between the tears running down the length of his
body and his body literally radiating in pain if felt as though he were dying inside. How he was
able to keep his breakfast down was something he would never be able to understand,
especially when one particularly cruel punch knocked the wind out of him. The little tabby cried
out for his mom to help him but after several minutes of being beaten he stopped. She wasn't
coming. Nobody was coming to save him from this.
"Don't worry, little guy," Morris said after taking a break to go and get himself a bottle of water
from the small cooler tucked securely out of sight behind a desk in the corner. "You'll be fine
once this is all over with." The sardonic statement made a flash of anger radiate within Timmy's
mind, the first seed of something much darker that would grow in time. "After all, I have
something here for you that will make everything better." Grabbing a tube of something, Morris
made his way back over to the distraught cub, a pleasantly devilishly smile tugging at the
corners of his lips.
Kneeling down, the jaguar placed some kind of sweat smelling cream onto his little captive's
throbbing groin. "Everything will be alright." He repeated while looking deep into the other's tear
soaked green eyes. Once he had rubbed the gel all around the hard little stiffy that the child
had, not to mention around his aching balls, Morris pulled back and then punched the other in
the nuts once again. "Everything will be alright."