It doesn't matter someone comes to your rescue

"Jeff if I've done told you once I've done told you a hundred times," A familiar voice called from behind you. "I don't want to see anywhere even close to Andrew. Now drop the diary and leave him alone."

Spinning around you confirmed that the person speaking was none other than Jackson Mc.Donald, the West Virginian boy who had moved to town last year, and probably the only thing that made coming to school bearable for you. Jackson was a mountain of a man, maybe half a hand's breadth taller than Jeff and even broader across the shoulders, with flaming red hair and a temper to match. He also played on the football team as the center lineman and was probably the main reason that Jeff had only been sacked a handful of times this whole past season, since he put most linebackers that tried to blitz past him on the ground with one hand while still holding back his opposite lineman. By all rights and standards he should've been one of Jeff's top cronies, but Jackson hated bullies with a passion.

You suspected this was because at heart, Jackson was a bit of a nerd himself, as he had a deep love for shonen anime, thought Kirk was the greatest captain starfleet had ever produced, and would DM for the school DnD group during the off season. So likely he had been a target for a fair amount of bullying when he was growing up, before he got hit with not just the puberty stick, but the whole fucking puberty tree and bulked up like his coal miner ancestors. Now people left him alone if they didn't want to see what their own teeth looked like, and even better if he caught someone bullying someone else he tended to take offense at it and come to their defense. After the third or fourth time he had had interrupted a lunch money shakedown by jumping three other kids and knocking at least two of them out, people had learned to keep to verbal torment when around him, since he didn't have a quick enough wit to protect someone without taking a swing at them.

Which was great for you. You had a pretty good mouth on you most of the time and so hanging out with Jackson was a great way for you to stay safe. Sadly you only shared two classes with him and couldn't always wait for him before heading home at the end of a day, so school still mostly sucked. Still it was nice to have at least one person you could talk nerd shit with, without being mocked for it at school. Or at least that was how you mostly remember your relationship with him.

Now there's a second set of memories floating around in your head which were significantly more embarrassing for you. Now since you had lived your life as a catboy you were a lot more **** then you were when you were just a nerd and Jackson's willingness to stand up for you was a lot more important to you. Also you now remembered feeling a lot more attracted to his muscular physique, tree trunk thick limbs and deep southern drawl. Even worse you also now recalled once being dared by there other carboys at school to hide out in the human locker room after gym class one day and catching sight of Jackson's nine inch dick, which since had featured quite prominently in several of your wet dreams.

As your face lit up in an embarrassing crimson color, and your heart thundered in your chest you couldn't help but clutch your hands protectively over your heart and stare intently at the floor. Luckily it seemed no one was paying attention to your sudden shyness and demure submissive pose. Instead all eyes were focused at the two humans about to go head to head, as the other nekos ducked behind nearby furniture or other humans seeking to hide themselves and the humans all puffed up with their shoulders back and chests out as if ready to fight.

"What's it to you Jackson?" Jeff demanded to know. "I don't see your collar on him, so if I want the bitch on his knees sucking my cock it's no business of yours."

"It's my business if I make it my business." Jackson insisted as he pulled you behind him protectively and got right up in Jeff's face. "He's too good for a cocksucker like you. So when I tell ya to back off you back off. Or do I need to put you on the ground Jeff?"

"You just try it Jackson." Jeff shot back. "One word from me and your ass is off the team. You really sure one little bitch boy is worth it?"

"Go ahead and kick me off the team if you want." Jackson called the bluff. "I would love to watch you get your sorry ass knocked into the dirt every other play for the next few weeks. The real question you need to ask though, is this bitch boy worth it to you? Cause I don't see your usual suite of backup dancers around here. So if you ain't given Andrew back his stuff by the time I count ten, then you're gonna be walking out of here with a a handful of your own teeth!"

The two glared at each other for an intense moment. Up until then you hadn't been able to stop yourself from just standing there cringing and cowering at the sound of angry human voices around you. You looked up now half expecting someone to have called the cops to break up the fight that no doubt was about the break out in this humble café. But no one had moved. In fact it looked like most of the humans watching this back and forth approved of what was going on. Briefly you wondered if by making half the population naturally submissive had you inadvertently made the other half extra aggressive? If would make sense if you had. If anyone could make a neko drop to their knees and suck them off with a stern word and a glare that anyone that was friends with a neko or who had their eyes on a particular one would have to be ready to fight for them, or to keep them.

"Fine." Jeff suddenly relented just as Jackson seemed like he was about to start counting. You weren't surprised. Jackson had once been jumped by five guys, including Jeff when it became clear he wasn't going to stop getting in their way when they wanted to bully people. He had gotten pretty messed up in that fight, but according to rumor, he had given as good as he had got even then. And when he returned to school he had hunted down the ringleaders of that group and put them out of school for two weeks each.

"A slut like him isn't worth this shit." Jeff continued thrusting the rulebook into Jackson's hands. "You want him all to yourself take him. But don't come crying to me when he gets too full of himself and whores himself out to the rest of the team behind your back." And with that he stormed out of the building.

"Nicely done young man." A woman from one of the tables called out. "Never let anyone lay a hand on what's yours."

"Best be getting a collar on him soon though." An older gentleman suggested. "Seems like he's the sort that attracts trouble, only way to keep ones like safe is to keep them at home to fucked out to move and get into trouble."

"Way to go Jackson!" Your classmate who still has a cat girl between his knees adds in. "About time someone took Jeff down a peg."

"You alright Andrew?" Jackson asked as he handed the rulebook back to you. You took it and clutched it to your chest. The comments from the other humans had you a bit nervous. Was Jackson going to collar you and make you his property? You knew Jackson wasn't the kind of person to take advantage of anyone, but you could see him doing it to protect someone if he thought it was the only way to. A part of you also wondered if he was going to demand some kind of reward from you for saving you. Again you knew Jackson wasn't the kind of person who did that and certainly he had never taken advantage of the difference in your stations before, but was that just your old memories of him talking? Even worse a part of you wanted him to demand something from you and was eager to have to 'pay him back.'

"Yeah I-I'm fine." You managed to stutter out. "Just a little shaken up is all. Thanks for the help I think things might've gone pretty badly if you hadn't shown up."

"Do you want me to walk you home?" Jackson offered. "It wouldn't be right for me to send you off while you're in this kind of state."

"No. No I'm fine." You insisted. Why had he offered that? Normally Jackson was fine with leaving you to sort yourself out after he interrupted some bullying attempt on you. Did he just want to get you away from this crowd? Was he going to take advantage of you as soon as you were away from prying eyes? This was ridiculous. This was Jackson you were talking about, one of the kindest people you knew. He'd never do something like that you were certain. It was just the adrenaline in your system making you jumpy. Still you didn't want to leave him right now. "Just give me a few minutes to calm down and I'll be alright."

"Okay." Jackson accepted, and then pulled a chair out from the table you had been sitting at. "Here, how about this. Get down on your knees under the table and you can sit at my feet for a bit. That always calms you down at school."

Before you had a chance to reject such a ridiculous and embarrassing notion you found your body moving on its own accord. In seconds you're on the ground, with your hands on your knees waiting for him to sit down next to you. All that your conscious mind could manage to do is turn yourself so you were facing towards the table and not towards where his crotch would soon be. A second or two later, Jackson took his seat, his long legs easily draping over your shoulders as he boxed you in.

You felt strangely comfortable like this. With the table above you and Jackson's thighs around your head the world felt like it had been shut away. You feel safe and cared for, like everything is in Jackson's control and there's nothing for you to worry about. A powerful sense of contentment flowed through you as well. This is where you belong a voice in the back of your head said. This is as things should be, this is what you were made for, to be under the control and protection of a real man.

A part of you argued back. This isn't right. This isn't what you had wanted. You weren't supposed to be one of the nekos, you rewrote the rules of the world so that you could be on of the ones at the top. You should be out there building a harem of cute catgirls right now, not stuck under a table with half the café wondering how long it's going to be before you give in to your submissive nature and start sucking your saviors dick. You were meant for greater things than this, why else would the rulebook have come to you?

If the rulebook meant for you to be on top of the world why didn't it put you in the half of the world meant to be dominant? The voice in your head argued back. If you weren't meant to be the plaything of a real man why are you a catboy right now? If you were meant for great things then why does it feel so good to sit at another man's feet? You don't really believe any of that did you? What do you think would've happened if you had stayed human? How long would it have taken Jeff to take away any catgirl you managed to get your hands on and make you into his plaything regardless of your species? This is where you've always belonged. You've always relied on others for protection, never able to stand up for yourself, at least now you can properly pay them back. You should ask Jackson for his collar. That way you can be safe and taken care of for the rest of your and pay him back for everything he's ever done for you the way you should.

Before the still human part of your mind could marshal another set of arguments, Jackson started running his fingers through your hair and scratched your cat ears. Dear God in heaven that felt good. Every other thought in your head was washed away by the sudden sensation. All the tension in your body drained away as he massaged your scalp. And when he scratched your ears, dear god it almost felt better than jerking off as it sent a wondrous tingling down your spine. Yeah you could get used to this very, very easily. Would it really be so bad to enjoy this kind of attention for a little while at least? This might not have been what you originally planned when you first took up the rulebook, but this was still very good. You still had the book safe in your hand, you could change any of this anytime you wanted and no one would ever remember it. So why not give it a try for a while at least. Yes that sounded like a good plan to you.

As you gave in to your more submissive side you started to happily pure away at the continued attention, earning a smile of approval from Jackson as he ordered something from the café. You quickly lost track of time as your head filled up with a pleasant fog, all your thoughts seemed to just drift slowly through your head as all your attention is focused on Jackson's careful ministrations. Eventually a scent pierced your awareness, something rich and sweet was being held before your face. You opened your mouth without a second thought, and Jackson slipped a bit of chocolate onto your tongue. You seal your lips around his fingers as you suckle on the chocolate, enjoying its dark flavor and continue to pure away happily beneath him.

"You like that sweet thing?" Jackson asked as he fed you more chocolate. "I don't know if I've heard you pure so prettily for me before. I should scratch your ears more often I guess."

"God yes it feels so good master." You answered with exactly zero filter on your mouth in your blissed out state.

"I guess you're feeling better about everything that happened?" Jackson followed up, more than a little pleased with how you answered him. "Think your ready to head home now."

"No, don't wanna." You refused.

"Why not darling?" He pressed. "Haven't you calmed down enough?"

"I'm calm, just don't wanna leave." You explained as you leaned back into his hand trying to get him to scratch you harder. "I like it here. It's perfect here."

Jackson chuckled to himself at how blissed out you were now. "Perfect huh? You mean you can't think of anything that could make this better? Anything at all?"

"You could let me suck your dick?" You begged in a longing tone. Wait what? Suddenly that last sentence penetrated through the fog in your head. Why the fuck had you just asked if you could suck him off!!? Okay don't panic. It's not like you never made crass jokes around Jackson before all you had to do was break out into a laugh and say 'Can you even imagine?' and the two of you would share a good laugh about this and everything would be forgotten. Yeah that's all you needed to do.

In the short silence that followed your request you heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being slowly dragged down.

The hand on your head was gone. Jackson still hadn't said anything. Sweet, sweet and kind Jackson hadn't actually told you to suck his cock, which is really good since you don't think you could've refused him if he had. But he was expecting you too.

Once again your old and new minds clashed. The last remnants of your old straight masculine self refusing to have anything to do with this. It demanded that you get out from under this table and run away right now, find some safe place to write in the rulebook and turn yourself back into a human. But you couldn't have made yourself stand up with a team of draft horses. The other part of your mind was equally insistent that you turn around right now and take that glorious, superior human dick in your mouth right this instant, before master puts it back away and decides that you're a bad cat unworthy of his affection. A traitorous thought occurs to you that you probably do owe him this since he saved you from Jeff. Jeff wouldn't be waiting for you to turn around. He'd already have you gagging on his member the second after you asked.

It didn't even feel like your own body when you finally turned around and face towards Jackson's crotch. You feel detached from yourself, like a passive observer watching everything going on from some great distance. You saw that all Jackson had done was pull his fly down, nothing else. He was waiting for you to prove that you're a good obedient catboy for him, one who will please him and keep his word. With one hand you slowly reached forward, worked your way into his pants, through the hidden opening in his boxers beyond his jeans, and wrapped your fingers around his member. He was still soft, and you could barely get your fingers around him. Eventually, you pulled him free from his clothes.

Just as your new memories told you, he must've been at least nine inches long even while soft. A deep musky scent filled the air around you as you leaned in closer to him. You laid his dick out over your face as started licking his balls, each of them was much thicker and heavier than yours were even back when you were human. They tasted salty just like any human flesh, but that heavy musk fills the air and you swear you can taste that as well. You can just about manage to look around the long shaft on your face to gaze up into Jackson's eyes which are smoldering with passion and desire. You can see his shoulder tense slightly, like he's fighting himself to let you go at your own pace and not just grab your head and impale your throat with his meat. His balls are too big to get both of them into your mouth at once, but you suck on one, and then the other, getting each fully coated with your spit, before finally you run your tongue up the full length of his dick to its head.

You repeat those long slow licks several more times, as you watch his cock begin to pulse as it fills with blood and swells in size. Soon it fills your vision completely whenever you got back down to the base to take another long lick. Fully engorged its perhaps another four inches longer, and more than three inches thick. This time when you get your tongue back up to its head you pause there and start running your tongue in circles over his head several times. You see a bright white pearly bead of precum form at his slit, and eagerly lick it up. You half expect to gag on the taste of another man's cum, but instead the salty flavor fills your mind with an overwhelming desire for more. You seal your lips over his head and begin to suck on his dick like a straw trying to draw more of that delicious ambrosia from his shaft. At the same time you wrap both your hands around his shaft and begin to stroke him in earnest.

"Good boy." Jackson praises you through the occasional grunt. "But I know you can do better, show your master what a good cocksucker you are. Show me how deep you can take it."

His kind words make you feel all warm and tingly inside. You wanted to preen and strut about for him to praise some more. This sudden awareness of your body also turns your attention to how you're reacting to the act of sucking another man off. Your nipples stand erects and hard, rubbing against the soft blouse you're wearing, so it feels like feathers are tickly them as you bob back and forth on his dick. Your own cock is almost painfully hard, harder than you've ever felt it before, you have no doubt that even the slightest caress could set you off with a mind blowing orgasm right now. But taking your hands away from the godlike dick your jerking off right now would be nothing short of sinful, so you ignore your own needs to focus on fulfilling your master's orders.

Deeper and deeper you suck the cock in your mouth further in. Each time you bob your head further you take him another half inch or so deeper into your warm embrace. After thirty seconds you find his head tapping at the back of your throat, and more than half his dick is still on the other side of your lips. You don't feel like your gagging, you suppose catboys like you aren't born with a gag reflex that might hold you back from fulfilling your one true calling of worshiping this dick. But you hesitate to take that final plunge. You can't help but feel like you might be about to give something up, like some part of you might be lost forever if you let Jackson use your throat as his own cock-sleave.

"Awe," Jackson coos above you, in a way that makes it seem like he finds your hesitation more cute than anything else. "Can't quite take the final plunge? I know you can do it my sweet baby boy, there's nothing to worry about. Here let me show you."

His hand returns to the back of your head and a moment of panic flashes through your head about what is clearly about to happen. Before you can even think about fighting back however, that hand pushes forward like the a freight train. Your head is caught in an unescapable vicelike grip, and no **** on earth could stop it from shoving you forward at speed. It what seems like half an eyeblink you find your head pressed flush with his crotch, as thirteen inches of man meat are shoved down your throat. Whatever natural skill a catboy might have a sucking dick the sudden intrusion in your throat leaves you chocking on this sudden invader. Jackson groans in pleasure as your throat spasms around his dick. You can't breath, and almost start to panic as he suddenly pulls you off, right as your throat began to relax.

You hungrily take in several full gulps of air, before he suddenly pushes right back down again. Again your throat spasms around his rod, again you start to panic as all breath is cut off. He holds you in place longer this time, then pulls back again, gives you just one gulp of air and then seals your throat shut once more. Again and again he fucks you hard down your throat, each time holding you down longer and longer. Each time bringing you closer and closer to passing out on his dick. You panic steadily gives way to excitement. You realize that your life is completely in Jackson's hand, and you also realize that he's actually being very careful with you. You look up into his eyes as he buries himself in your throat once more. His eyes a laser focused on your face. Its every detail captured in all its nuances. Jackson is absolutely aware of how close he's bringing you to the edge and each time he pulls you back far before anything could actually go wrong. One last time he brings your mouth to his hips and as your vision just begins to go around the edges as he holds you down longer than ever before, you come to orgasm, completely untouched as you shudder in pleasure at how completely you are under his control. That orgasm proves perhaps a dozen times stronger than any you've ever had before, as its shocks rattle through you, you go completely bone limp in his grasp.

"There's my sweet little darling," Jackson praises as he starts thrusting your head up and down in a more shallow pattern, which keeps you from chocking up and allows you to more freely breath through your nose. "Got ahead and completely fall apart for my dick. Lose yourself in the pleasure of worshiping me. Know your place is right here, under me, as my own personal cock-sleave."

You hand's fly to your nipples as Jackson continues to fuck your throat. You rub them in circles against your blouse, then pinch them in your fingers, then pull on them before you return to rubbing them in gentle circles. In no time at all your dick is standing back up at attention as you lose yourself in the sensations of being a plaything for another's pleasure.

Eventually Jackson picks up the pace and starts fucking your throat in earnest. His hand simply holds your head in place as his hips begin to buck up into you. The rest of your body is equally paralyzed as you shudder under his ****. The most you can do is occasionally try to suck on him when he's fully embedded in your throat and while also trying to swallow him down in the hope that the contracting the muscles in your throat might massage him slightly more. Eventually he cries out, buries himself deep in your throat and begins to cum into your stomach. You feel his dick shudder as blast after blast of semen is deposited deep inside you. After four or five shots, he pulls back slightly and lets the last two completely fill your mouth. You swallow most of what's left in your mouth after he pulls himself free. But you leave enough behind to cover you tongue as you open you mouth to show him his work. You breath deeply through you mouth letting the scent of his sperm and his heavy musk fill your lungs.

"Swallow it baby." Jackson orders, "I won't have you making a mess in these nice peoples store."

You face turns crimson as you suddenly remember that you did all of that in a very public place, surrounded by total strangers and at least one other person from your school. Obediently though, you swallow down the last of his steed and then open your mouth back up so show you had done as he had asked. He smiles approvingly at you and scratches your ears again. As you start to pure, you realize that your own dick is soft again, you must've blown another load while Jackson was cumming down your throat.

"Now darling, what did I just say about not making a mess?" Jackson suddenly says as he glances down past you. You follow his gaze to notice his shoe tapping just short of a small puddle on the floor of your own sperm. "You had best clean that up before one of these nice ladies comes over and has words with you."

Without thinking you get down on all fours and lick up the tiny puddle. It really wasn't much, despite how powerful your orgasm seemed to be, it seems your tiny dicklet can't actually produce much sperm. Still master was right, it would be rude to leave behind a mess. Your sperm wasn't anywhere near as good as master's though, so you licked it up quickly. Then you sucked on two of your master's fingers to get the taste out of your mouth. You would've gone back to sucking on his dick but sadly master had tucked it back away in his pants. Too bad.

"You could've used a paper towel you know." Jackson commented laughing to himself. "Seems like you've still got dick on your brain though. Should've expected this. Mama always said once you get a poor catboy going the only things that's gonna set their head back on straight is to pound their prostate until they pass out beneath you. Guess I can't in good conscience send you home like this. You'll be begging the first human you come across to bend you over and pound away at your little boipussy."

Jackson stopped and tapped a finger on his chin as if he were thinking of something. You studied him in wrapped attention. Master was about to decide what to do with you. Whatever master decided would be for the best of course. You hoped you had done a good enough job at sucking master's dick that he would take you home and fuck you properly. If only you could be so lucky.