M/M - Cat in the Wall - 4
Chapter 4
The cat suddenly shys away from the camera to face the captive soles before finishing his sentence. The tiger watches cautiously, half expecting the torture to start again, as the black furred shoulders tremble and shake on his screen. On the smaller PIP on the side the tiger sees that Saber is now covering his mouth with both hands.. To stifle his laughter?! On cue, the cat bursts into a giggle fit.
"Heeheehehe, I'm so sorry, I could never keep a straight face when I do this." Saber wipes a tear from his eye. "I'm okay. I'm good now. Haaaauuuuhhhhhhhhhhh!! Oh man, you should have seen you!"
The tiger looks on with confusion as the cat touches his fingers together in front of his maw. Almost menancingly; but then again, the cuteness of the cat really does complime-- oh no. Nuhhhh uh. Bad thoughts! Bad!
"The effects should be kicking in now, right? Getting all hot and bothered and flustered, increased heart rate, euphoria, everything start to feel a bit more mellow and tingly butterflies in your stomach, weird thoughts going through your head that you swear you want nothing to do with but do want to do with.. Developing a huge crush on me like you're a tween meeting his favorite boy band? Paying extra close attention to how I look and every word I say. Wanting to see me take my pants off for ya, yes?. Starting to think about how much longer before I start pounding that kitty cat ass into oblivion yet?" The cat teases, "Any of this sound familiar?"
"N-no!! Wait..You drugged me?!"
"Yes..? Well no..? It's complicated. It's not a drug drug. Let's call it.. an aphrodisiac with the convenient side effect of a very compelling truth serum. Very handy for my line of work, kitty witty-boo." The cutesy nickname triggered another hit of whatever it is the cat's got in the tiger's system. He could feel butterflies in his stomach... and the pet names really aren't so ba-- No, yes they are. They're bad. But kinda cute. An-- "--And knowing about being under isn't going to help you resist its effect. You can whine and plead and push it out of your pretty head as much as you want, kit cat, but it's going to creep right back in."
"That is so.. So.." The tiger searches for a word that could descri- "..evil?"
"I also have you in a cell, in a basement, in the middle of nowhere, cat-tain obvious." The cat looks mildly amused at his own pun. "Which reminds me - if you want a ride home later, the love-struck kit cat in there.. should probably choose to be a bit more cooperative with the evil baddy kit cat out here. Then again, I really won't mind watching you torture these bare foot paws yourself walking all the way back to town."
"You'll.. let me go?" The tiger latches on to the cat's words, having found new hope? But is he going see the ca- no, the sooner he can get out, the better. "You'll let me go for real?"
"Right after we're done here. Sure! And then, then you're free to go to the cops or the FBI or CIA or IRS or IBS or ISS or whom-so-ever your little sweet kitten heart pleases to tell them you've been held in a wall by me. Master Saber." The cat brings his hand paws up to the camera to make clawing, tickling motions as he continues, "And then tell them in detail about how you were drugged and tickled on your yummy sweaty feet paws and toe beansies and paw padsies-"
"No I won't! Really!"
"-and how you've had a fork go up and down and up and down the entirely length of your arches and saw between and under your toesie toes-"
"I won't tell anyone if you let me go! I won't!"
"-and how much you cried and begged and screamed and laughed and giggled and gasped for me to stop. And then you can tell them about the bestest sniffles and nibbles and nuzzles on your fuzzy wuzzy little tiger kit cat toe beans. And then, then after that, you can tell them how yummy and good they smelled and how moist they were from the sweat and how much Master Saber had enjoyed the taste and couldn't wait to gnaw on them some more-"
The tiger felt something becoming hard between his legs at hearing the overly explicit descriptions and whined at himself. Oh god that's hot-- and nasty. No, just nasty. Mostly nasty. Oh god it's the drugs talking. Get it out, just get it out!
"-- But most importantly, you gotta tell them how much you love love loved the entire time you were made into my ticklish tickle toy. I bet you they wouldn't even be able to hold themselves back from your cutesy foot paws by then."
The tiger's erection growing harder by the second. He could feel the familiar aching coming on as he instinctively squeezed his thighs together to--
"Ohhh? What's this?"
"It's nothing! Don't look!"
"Don't look at what?"
"M-m..nothing! Just don't!"
"Someone's getting excited."
"It's you! I-I mean, your fault! Y-you did this! You drugged me!"
"Kit cat's got a hard on!" Saber says with glee, "from just that!"
"No! I-I don't!"
"Just from listening to what I did with his yummy feetsies!"
"Go away! Leave me alone!"
"I doubt you'd want me to actually leave you or your feet alone, honey buns. In that cage. In this basement. Who'd you think is going to find you and let you out and give you a ride and stop for burgers on the way home, and then tickle your feetsies some more so you can feel loved and wanted?"
"Let me out and l-leave.. Le.. leave me be!" The tiger's finding it more and more difficult to put his displeasure into words. The sound is stuck in his throat and they're not coming out. A seed has been planted deep in him where his head is telling him no.. but his heart is telling him that he belongs to the damn pervy cat.
"I can let you go as soon as you give me what I need.. And after I get me some more playing time with those toesies of course. I'll take the PIN to your phone now though, pretty please with a cherry on top!"
"O-oh.." The tiger doesn't know why he even felt disappointed at the cat mentioning letting him go. That's what he wants, right? Right? Right!! It has to be the drugs. It has to be. "Oh! W-wait! No!"
"Okay. When's your birthday then?"
".. Do I have to?"
"No, no you don't, but I suggest you do. I want to beat rush hour. Given the productive day I might get to beat something else too.. if you hurry it up." Saber picks up the tiger's phone and fiddles with locking and unlocking it. The background on the lock screen was a selfie of the silver husky and the tiger cuddling close for the shot.
"Hnng! Fine! It's December 10th." Why did he do the cat a favor?!
"One! Two! One! Zero!" The cat reads out his movements as he pokes at the PIN lock. "Oh dear, I've got four attempts remaining."
"Well I'm not stupid!"
"Yeah you'd be surprised. There's a good reason why everyone tells you not to use your birthday as your PIN. Well then, When's Toss' birthday?"
"Wha-- how'd you know about Toss?!"
"I had you kidnapped and locked up in a cell." Saber smacks his hand to his face. "Given how evil and a super mega creep you think I am, I think I deserve a little more credit for doing my research, unlike you and your last term paper, mister c-minus kit cat."
"Super mega infinity creeper creep." The tiger added under his breath. Somehow Master Saber's answer made perfect sense and no sense at the same time. "C's get degrees!"
"You forgot ultra and infinity to the power of infinity," the cat indulges the tiger. "Heh heh. It's very telling of your academic mediocrity. Now, Toss' birthday please."
"Master stalker more like." The tiger stuck out his tongue at the camera. "It's not his birthday either."
"I didn't ask if the PIN was his birthday. I asked for when it is." Saber playfully slaps the sole of the tiger's foot with his outstretched paw, scratching the sole with his manicured claws. "Silly c-minus kit cat!"
"Yeowww!! Okay, okay! It's March 14th!" Having forgotten the stocks on his ankles the tiger tried to pull his foot paws back with no success.
"Zero! Three! One! Four! Aww. We have three attempts left. Let me see.. What's the last four digits of Toss' number?"
"It's not--" The tiger stops himself. "It's 7003, but I'm telling you that's not it!"
"Seven! Zero! Zero! Three!" The cat punches in the number for the third time. "Two attempts left. We're almost there."
"You are nowhere close to opening my phone!" The tiger giggles at the cat.
"We are exactly where I want to be." The cat smiles slyly back at the tiger. "How much do you want to bet that I'll be browsing all of your selfies and instagram photos in, oh, an hour."
"You've been torturing me for longer than that and I still haven't given you the PIN."
"Okay. When I win, your feet is going to be my plaything for the whole weekend. Until Monday."
"And if I win?"
"You simply won't. I guarantee it."
"You let me out of here and you're going to let me deck you in the jaw."
"It might come as a surprise to you, being the low achieving college student that you are, that threats of violence isn't going to convince me to let you go." The cat raised a brow and gave the tiger a questionable look, "I honestly, genuinely want to know how you got to be accepted. Anyway, seeing how you're not going to win, deal. Now, second last attempt. What's your real name?"
"Lo--" J stopped in the nick of time as he almost blurted out the given name he's avoided for so long. The tiger had no idea that Saber had zero intention of cracking the phone with the pointless numbers game. They were merely interrogating techniques to get the tiger to activate the chemicals inside his bloodstream. All the cat needed was for the tiger to get used to giving the right information, and the truth serum would have taken root in the tiger's mind while his guard was completely down. The tiger gulps to swallow the words back inside him, but as though the words were alive, the tiger could almost physically feel them crawl back up from his throat and out his maw. The tiger thought he was hearing someone else speak in his voice as his name as surrendered to the cat. "Lon-nd-don.. J-jor.. Jor-rdy-y.. Br-r-idges-- THAT'S NOT A PIN NUMBER. And what the hell?!"
"Truth-serum-like effects. Told you it was handy. London Jordy Bridges huh? Cute. Now why J and not London?"
"..I don't like it, okay? Can we go back to just J? J is fine."
"I fully believe you, but I like London more than J, though." The cat sneers. "It's a bit more personal. We'll go with London. Maybe even Lonlon."
"Will you just get the pervert tickling and licking over with and let me out?"
"Oh... oh dearie. I'm not going to tickle you. Hold on. Don't go anywhere." The cat disappears to the side of the screen. A short moment later London heard the unmistakeable sound of wheels squeaking closer when Saber returned with a short metal cart and.. Some sort of raised platform trays covered in chicken meshes.
"Kitty kit cat, remember how you said a hundred million percent no more tickling? Well, I'm being nice and respectful of your wishes." The cat moves the mesh off to the side and dumps out something black from an unmarked bag before pulling the mesh back over the black stuff again.
"What... what are you doing?"
"Well, since you've kept me past my lunch time, and I've only got an hour to not have my ass handed to me, I figured I could go for some.. Kitty foot roast."