By: ToeClaws

| The setting sun cast a warm light about the tyrant's kingdom. At first glance, one might mistake the beautiful grounds of King Koopa's castle as a tranquil place, but those that served him knew otherwise. His slaves numbered in the hundreds - grounds keepers, cooks, cleaners, agents - the list was endless! Most were comprised of his minions, some were captured foe but there was one in particular whose singularity constantly put him at the mercy of the tyrant lord.

| Max had come to Koopa's word by accident. He was a human, so he claimed, from a world full of such creatures, though King Koopa really didn't care about the details. He cared only that he had a wonderfully unique slave - bragging rights, in a way, when dealing with other rulers. It was this particular slave that Koopa summoned on the fading light of the day.

| "Where is that frail...thing? Max!!!" Koopa roared from his throne for the human to come to him. After a moment, Max appeared at the entrance room to the throne chamber. He was of average size for male human, but that made him small and weak when compared to the mass of muscle and claws that was his unforgiving Master. Max hurried to Koopa, and knelt before him, kissing his huge clawed hand. Koopa merely growled his impatience and yanked his hand away, seating himself on his throne. "What did I tell you about taking so long!"

| Max looked up, meeting the angry yellow stare. "I am sorry Master... what shall I do for you tonight?" He lowered his head again and waited for his task...hoping. With head and eyes lowered, he could see his Master's toes, each with a giant white claw at its tip. Max loved them - lived for them, though it was a well-kept secret from the Master. His duties often included 'servicing' them to his master's liking; a task that was meant to be appalling, but not to Max. Not Koopa's toes.

| Koopa leaned back in his throne and kicked up his feet onto a stool. "What do you think? My feet have been through a lot today - walking, walking, walking and then scuffed along the decks of my ship this afternoon and all that salt water! Bah! Which reminds me... You, trooper..." A small turtle slave came to his side. "Tell those idiots at the dock that my ship better be spotless by tomorrow morning or I'll have them stuffed and hung over my fire place!" He swatted the turtle away and looked back to Max. "Where was I, ah yes... I want my claws shined and sharpened and that sea salt washed off. It's not good for my scales, is that clear?"

| Max nodded quickly "Yes sir." He reached by Koopa's throne and took out a special file and buffing cloth, while Koopa wiggled his toes at him. Max leaned in close, already becoming excited at the site of the scaly soles and toes, and chose the inner toe of his right foot for the first run of work. Using the file he begin to file along the tip of Koopa's claw. The tyrant enjoyed keeping his claws sharp as knives, just in case a lesson was in order for an enemy... or perhaps a disobedient slave.

| Koopa watched with mild satisfaction, wriggling his other toes around just to encourage Max's brevity. Koopa liked the human slave - always so eager to please, though he often wondered why, given the nature of the task. He watched as Max hurried at his task, very focused on the task at hand, never taking his eyes from the great scaly toes.

| Max eyes devoured the site of the tyrant's toes. It was wonderful - more than wonderful to have his face so close to them, yet he didn't smile... didn't risk showing Koopa his excitement for fear that Koopa would find another to tend his feet, and send Max off to a more unpleasant task. Max finished the first claw, testing its tip with his finger, and recoiling it quickly at the sharpness of the claw tip. He reached over and held Koopa's middle toe, watching as the scaly sole beneath it wrinkling slightly as he pulled it forward. The file again went to work, sharpening the dulled claw to a deadly point. As soon as it was finished, he reached for the last outer toe, watching with excitement as the King flayed his toes a little more to give Max a better hold. When he finished the last claw, he picked up the buffing cloth and began shining each of them up as much as a claw could be shinned.

| Koopa looked on, watching his human work. His feet had never looked better since Max had appeared. Strange… he had always liked using his feet. They were big, powerful, and one of his most handsome features, or at least he thought so anyway. The other slaves had always rushed to finish, or refused to service them as Koopa so much enjoyed. They all met with rather untimely deaths for there disobidience, but Max was perfect - he did a wonderful job every time, and didn't seem to wish to stop until commanded to do so. This human was different, very different. Still Koopa liked it, and wanted to make sure Max would always be there. As the slave finished his right foot, he immediately moved to the left, giving each claw the same precise and even sharpening.

| As he worked, Max's eyes kept tracing along the tyrant's toes, noticing the finest details of how the scales formed a faint ring around the base of each claw; how the scaly skin between each toe was much softer, and would twist and wrinkle just slightly as he moved about each toe. He marveled at how each toe met with the ball of the Master's foot, where the scaly skin was rounded and padded thickly. He found himself wishing he could rest his fact on those pads; nose between one of the great toes! Still he worked, showing nothing, as he finished buffing the last of the sharpened claws.

| With a soft growl Koopa kicked aside the stool and placed one of his big feet flat on Max's bare chest. "Now, let's test them, shall we?" His foot moved slowly down and he crunched his toes it just slightly to make the tip of his claws scrape along Max's chest, starting just below his neck. Max clenched his teeth with the sudden pain, but it was somehow worth it - those huge scaly soles sliding down his skin ever so slowly with the deadly claws in tow. Koopa lifted his foot away after leaving three neat scrapes down a third of the way down Max's chest. "Good… just as they should be. Now clean them up human!"

| Ignoring his throbbing chest, Max nodded obediently and produced a small washbowl and jug of water, which were kept behind the throne. He filled the bowl and mixed an herbal solution that Koopa particularly enjoyed. Reaching for the left foot, he began wiping from the heel and ankle slowly up to the toes, rinsing as he went. The solution glistened on Koopa's scales, catching the light of the throne room's torches in a hundred tiny dancing beads. Max stared at them a moment, transfixed on their perfection. The moment was too long.

| "Raaaaarrrrrrr!" Koopa slammed the unwashed top of his foot against the human's face, wedging his nose between his first and middle toe, covering the mouth and chin with the ball of his foot. "I don't remember saying stop and daydream, did I?"

| In a panic, Max tried to shake his head to say no, but the grip was tight, and Koopa's massive foot was strong. He was in complete awe. Part of him was terrified that Koopa's anger could cost him his life, or worse, force him to watch as some other slave had the honor of tending his Master's feet. The other part of him was excited like never before. Koopa's foot rested on his face exactly how he had always wished it would! He could feel every scale against his skin, and smell the odor - a sweet musty odor from Koopa's long day's work. His mind raced, what could he do!? The foot lifted just slightly and with his most meager voice, he whimpered "I'm sorry Master" and took a great gamble; he began to lick around Koopa's toes, using his tongue instead of the cloth!

| Koopa leaned back with a delighted moan. This feels WONDERFUL! He must be my most devoted servant… or… could it be that he likes this? Impossible! I must know… "Fine fine… you may go back to the cloth whenever you wish." Koopa waited to see how quickly the slave would jump to using the cloth instead of his tongue. To his amazement, Max continued - doubling his efforts! The human's tongue slid neatly along the base of his toes, along the soft and sensitive scales between them, massaging them as he did. Koopa moaned again, and closed his eyes. He DOES like it…ahhhhhhhh… and so do I! Mmmmm wonderful!

| A long time was spent on the toes and soles of Koopa's left foot before Max finally leaned back, and finished cleaning them with the cloth. Koopa growled softly, wiggling the toes of his right foot as a signal for Max to apply the same treatment, but Max had already gently embraced it before the growl had finished in the Tyrant's throat. The slave began at the Tyrant's heel, working his warm tongue slowly upward, edging it along the dividing bulges of skin on the ball of his foot. The human then began the same long and wonderful treatment to Koopa's toes, running his tongue along the base of each, along the most sensitive of Koopa's scales.

| Max was in heaven. His eyes were on the verge of tears with the perfection of the moment; he wished could make it last forever. He had forgotten everything else - even the three small trails of blood that now dribbled down his chest. He continued to slide his tongue along the scaly feet, savoring their texture and taste. He took hold of Koopa's outer toe, and placed the sharp claw completely in this mouth so that he could ring his tongue along the sensitive skin on the bottom of the claw's base. He closed his eyes, feeling as if his pants were soon going to burst - it was simply wonderful!

| Koopa groaned again, surprising even himself that he could find something so wonderful to experience. Max was enjoying it - there was no doubt now. No slave was given a task they enjoyed, but, no slave could do what Max was doing. He will be an exception. Yes… that's it. I want this EVERY night from now on!

| Reluctantly, Max lifted away his tongue and nose from the wonderful soles of the Tyrant's foot. He picked up the cloth, and finished washing them. His groin was throbbing now - the excitement was nearly too much to bear! He knelt before his Master, head down, waiting for his words.

| Smiling, the King tapped his finger claws on the arm of the throne, saying nothing for a while. Finally, as Max was getting visibly nervous, the Tyrant spoke. "I think that should do, and do you know what? I like your new method of washing and cleaning. In fact, I'd like it to be done every night from now on, is that clear?"

| Max quickly nodded, thanking Koopa in his mind over and over again for the chance to experience such wonderfulness EVERY night! "As you wish my Lord" was the quick and cheerful response.

| Unexpectedly, Koopa kicked out, knocking the human slave flat on his back. He rose from his throne and stood over Max, who dared not move until he was told to. Lifting his right foot, he hovered it over Max's face. "You know what Max, I think you like these, don't you?"

| Max whimpered his answer "Yes! Very much sir!"

| "Good… because you will be seeing a lot more of them - in fact, you are going to go where I go just in case I feel they need servicing, is that clear?" Koopa's foot hovered only millimeters from Max's nose.

| The slaves voice was even weaker with excitement, and his groin throbbed again. "Yes Sir!" Koopa laughed in an evil tone and pressed his foot down, rubbing his toes and sole along Max's face and nose. The excitement was too much - and Max didn't try to fight it. His heart pounded in his chest and his body arched in an orgasm of power and contentment the likes of which he had never before felt. It lasted but a moment, and faded, leaving him feeling completely drained.

| Koopa noticed, and found it amusing as well as flattering that his favourite feature were appreciated so much by another. He lifted his foot away and barked out Max's last order for the night "Now go away! But don't wander too far my little human slave… I might need sooner than you think." Max scurried away happier than he had ever been, and Koopa resumed his throne in the chill of the new evening.

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