M/M - Cat in the Wall - 6
Chapter 6
(Skip to Saturday afternoon for the intense foot fetish stuff, or keep reading for plot.)
-Friday evening, just outside the warehouse-
"Good job, boys." Saber casually tosses a large roll of cash towards the white dragon, who fumbles to catch it with their paw. Looking past the two shady characters in hoodies, The black cat scans the target he's been wanting to have a damn good chat with - London, currently occupied with sleeping peacefully in the back seat of the duo's unmarked white van. The black cat strolled towards the tiger to inspect the goods and out of curiosity booped the tiger's nose. Still sleeping, London reacts with wiggling his whiskers and sneezed. Too cute. Smelling something pleasant, the cat couldn't hold himself back from leaning in to give the tiger a quick sniff. Having been caught only an hour ago, the tiger smelled mildly musky from his long day, but surprisingly without the foul stench that seems plagues the vast majority of his peers. Big kitty must have a pretty good habit of personal hygiene, unlike some furs who hasn't discovered shower gel. That's a bonus point for the tiger and for the cat, Saber thought. Having an unpleasant odor during his interrogation would turn the cat off and make it so incredibly not fun.
On another note, it's probably the most obvious reason why so many furs in that cohort seems to whine about being lonely and single, though, Saber thought. Poor personal hygiene acting as a social deterrent really isn't that difficult of a concept to grasp.
"Thanks for all the work so far. Now, would you kindly shove this thing in there." Saber flicks his finger to point towards a space a couple feet away. A black box materialises into existence just out of sight of the duo. The cat felt a tingle in his finger, something like a static shock. Hm, a little low on juice.
Walking to it, the cat taps the black box with the tip of his claws and the box reverberated with crystal clear bells ringing, almost like a siren's call to all those who heard it. As though it was sapient, the box responds to the cat's tappings with sounds of locks ticking and clicking away, and metal unhinging from each other, far too loud for a box that's barely larger than a coffin. After several hisses and gases being released, the cell opens to a snow white interior lined with a silky, soft luster material. On the upper half, a monitor had been placed directly over where the face would be, and its counterpart on the lower half, a pillow with a small indent for the head. The duo knew better than to press for details. Anyone who can afford a roll of cash for a college boy, well, makes sense that they can afford fancy gadgets. "As gently as you can, please. This is a special guest. I'd like for him to not be bruised any further."
"That means you," The panther nudges his partner.
"No, you!" The dragon nudges back.
"Yeah, we all know it's you, big kitty. Let's try to not fly-tackle anyone else today, okay?"
"See?" The white dragon laughs at his partner, to which the panther hmphs at.
The two henchmen lifts the tiger up by the arms and legs and carries London over the cell. Being in a rush to get him off the streets earlier they had no time to fondle their target, so given that they're able to touch the tiger's skin now they've also noticed how light and soft London was, despite being about six foot tall. Standing over the unconscious tiger's leg, the black panther gave his calf a good squeeze, and the tiger stirred in his slumber.
"Idiot! Don't wake him up!" The white dragon hisses.
"It's fine. He's not going to wake up any time soon." The cat unwraps a honeydew melon flavored hard candy and pops it into his mouth. He casually drops the wrapper to his feet and, before it hits the ground, turns into smoke and disappears. Neither the dragon nor panther notices this oddity. Feeling the sugar hit his bloodstream made the cat felt much, much better. "My toxin is stronger than that."
As the tiger was placed into his cell, his knees propped up against the side and the less bright of the two minions noticed that there weren't enough room to fit the tiger's feet.
"Uh, Sir? It's too small." The black panther spoke up.
"That's not a very nice thing to say about your dwaggywoo's cock."
The white dragon punts the panther in the arm, hard. "Ow!"
"Thank you, gentlemen. I'll take care of him from here. I'll give you guys a call for the next project, dearies." Proud of the little spark he just ignited, Saber winks at the dragon.
"Always a pleasure, smol bean." The dragon nods his head at the cat and pulls the panther away by his paw, muttering under his breath, "when we get home, I'll show you if it's too small."
Being extra cautious, Saber watches as the duo drove away to a faraway distance. Even though he's dealt with the two hired help before, there are certain knowledge best left undisclosed to those not already in the know.
Leaning on the edge of the cell, Saber pinches the tiger's cheek and pulls of it, giggling at the silly face he's making on the tiger.
"Dawww, look how cute you are, kit cat. Did Tossyboo fall for this face?" The cat mushes the tiger's cheeks in with both his paws. "You're lucky he still hasn't found out what you did or we'd be having a very different conversation. Verrryyyyy lucky."
Saber looks up at the surrounding area. Focusing on his senses, he detected no signs of life within the immediate vicinity. The only two other bleeps on his radar seems to be the panther and dragon driving further and further away. Satisfied, Saber taps the box twice and it levitates into the air. Walking through the warehouse, the floating box followed the cat's every step like a well trained do, rocking gently for the tiger sleeping inside it.
As the two exits the elevator into the basement, each step that Saber took stirred up swirling clouds of black smoke coming from the bottom of his shoes. The smoke gathered around the cat like a protective shield and spiralled at waist level, barely an arm's length in radius. As the cat walked towards the center of the room, the collected smoke thinned out and spread towards every corner of the room from floor to ceiling, transforming the ran-down interior into a clean chamber. Inspecting the room, Saber felt a little proud and vain at his work. The dank, mustiness in the air completely sterilized in the blink of an eye. Fluorescent light floods the room despite not being connected to any power source. The rotted walls and exposed, rusted beams vanished and in its place erected creamy white concrete pillars and slabs. Mounds of filth and ponds of accumulated industrial juices no longer littered the evenly levelled, marble tiled floor.
Saber waved his hand over the cell and black smoke enveloped sleeping beauty. The smog fully disintegrated the tiger's clothing and condensed into two metal wrist cuffs which binded the tiger's arms to his side, bolted to the cell itself. The only thing left on London were his ankle socks, keeping his tiger foot paws warm, and his phone, sitting quietly on his thigh where a pocket used to be. Saber grabs it and slides it in his own pocket.
Moving to the end of the box, the black cat grabs the tiger's foot paws and puts the soles of the tiger's socked feet flat against the inner wall. Tapping the box again, the ends liquify into a gel to allow the tiger's feet to pass through before solidifying to hold them in place right at the ankles, holding them just above the tiger's ankle socks.
"We have a very big day ahead of us, London." The cat boops the tiger's nose again. Knowing the concoction that knocked the tiger out would last at most another hour, Saber leaned towards the tiger's face and blew out a quick, short ribbon of black smoke into the nostrils. "Go to sleep, and wake up refreshed in the morning for me, won't you?"
In the dream that London won't remember, a sweetness surrounded him and lured him deeper into the abyss.
-Saturday Afternoon, in the basement of the warehouse-
London's phone vibrated in the cat's pocket. Three short buzzes. That's a text message.
"Oh? Someone's popular." Saber pulls out London's phone and wakes it up. "Funny thing, even when it's locked I could still read your tex--"
Saber's playful, mischievous demeanor disappeared off his face like he was someone else entirely; replaced with a solemn expression and fire in his eyes. Picking up his own phone in his other hand, he dials a number and puts it to his face.
"M-master?" London whimpers, a little shocked at the sudden change.
"Hush kitty cat, this.. May be important." Saber's attention shifting away entirely from the tiger. "Master will be with you shor-- Is Saber. Hold up-- Wait!"
"Okay, Shut up!"
"You've got to prove it. Now you may speak."
The tiger watches as his master wanders off to the side. As hard as he tried to, words aren't coming out of his mouth anymore. It must have been the hush command. It's like he's being gagged. Maybe this is part of the punishment? Gods, that's hot. Take control of my body, Master. Do it more!
"How did you.. Are you actually..?"
"That bastard?" The cat scowls in a harsh tone.
"Right now? You realise that's-- okay? You got me.. --Are you sure nobody's there?"
"You are.. busy right now. Okay, it's not the time for that-- Oh my god! Stop! Do you want my help or not?"
"I'll be there. Just keep an eye out."
The cat sticks his head briefly on screen and looks at the tiger. "So, uh, you'll never believe this-- well.. actually.. you will but later, whatever, anyway, I need to step away for a couple minutes. You still have twenty... two minutes left. Just, if you can't stand it anymore, just say you surrender, okay? Keep wiggling your toes! I'll be back before time's up!"
"Mmffff!!" The tiger forces out a muffled sound. His master withdraws his head from the screen and suddenly it was silent - The tiger didn't even hear his Master's footsteps walking away. All that London sees now is his bright red soles on the screen. Saber had, in his haste, forgot to undo the hush command. The tiger couldn't stop the flames from roasting his soles at all. Not knowing that the cat had set cruise control over the flames, the tiger sweats more and more in fear of how hot the flames would get. What did Master say? One degree per second? Is that in Celsius or Fahrenheit again?!
London checked the temperature on the screen. 45 and unmoving. That can't be right. He hasn't meowed since.. Since he gave master's a foot job. Was that good? It was, wasn't it? Master even came on his feet! Or was that the sausage. There's definitely something sticky between his toes. Did Master give him a reward? The tiger gratefully closed his eyes and fell back into his fantasy in the Master's absence. Scrunching his soles and spreading out his toes again he imagined Master's cock on them. The heat felt good on them. It's.. it's the same warmth as Master.
The tiger felt the bindings around his ankle loosening. He's been granted a tiny taste of freedom and he knew to use it to please Master even though he's not there. Rubbing his soles together London felt the sweat and bacon fat soaking into his fur as his paw pads frictionlessly glide against each other.. And then, something hot and thick slipped in-between the tiger's foot paws, and snaked around and between the tiger's arches until it reached his toes, to which the tiger gripped with. The tiger opened his eyes to find his soles coiled by a whip of fire. A moment later, the flames sloughed off its fiery texture, turning it to smoke, and at last a blue eyed, golden orange spiny bush viper takes its place
"Mmmff..?"
"My my my! What's this we have here?" The snake pulls itself out and constricts the tiger's soles, his scale tickling the tiger's arches and paw pad.
"Mmmff hmmmm!"
"Would you kindly speak with.. Oh.. words?"
"I'm London!" The tiger finding himself able to form words again. "Who are you? You.. fire..?! Where's Master Saber!"
"A Master's business is none of his slaves." Somehow that confirmation of ownership made him happy. "Now, clearly you're meant to be tortured. Let's not delay the inevitable."
The snake tensed and all the scales flared outwards from the body, turning himself into a long, spiky chain. Each nubby scale emanated the same heat as the fire. Slithering across the tiger's soles, the snake was sure to press himself against every spot of the tiger's feet at the same time.
"Nwahahahahahahahahaa!! No! Mahhhhahahhster promised! Nohohoo more!! Mercy!"
"I'm not Master Saber and I haven't made any promises to you. The name's Oroboros. You'll do well to remember it." The snake ignored the tiger's pleads and continued his assault. Every inch of the feet felt the burning hot nubs scratch and rake across the tiger's skin. The oil on his feet allowing the snake to glide effortlessly and spread the heat evenly over the entirety of the tigers soles. Still screaming with laughter, the tiger tried to move but found his ankles completely immobile again - he was stuck with his soles together, partially sandwiching the snake coiling around and burrowing between them. With the snake constricting both feet together, London was forced to tightly press both his soles together against the snake's nubs.
The more Oroboros scraped against the tiger's feet, the more tender and sensitive they became. The exothermic scales had no trouble penetrating its warmth through the skin and attacked the tiger's foot, pushing every last nerve into sensitivity overdrive - more than the tiger thought he could ever handle. London could almost feel each individual nub against his soles and between his toes, difficiating between the softness of the scale, how hard it's pressed against his soles, and how many in total raking across his feet at any given time. Tears flood London's eyes and endlessly streamed down his cheeks. He could no longer see how much time is left on the egg timer, but it couldn't have been more than a minute or two; and in that brief minute the snake tortured and abused London's poor helpless soles and defenseless toes in a whole realm of ticklishness above what he previously had.
"Liking this, are we? I can smell the erection on you." the snake shot his tongue out into the air for a second and sucked it back. "Judging from your scent, you're very close."
Out of breath and exhaustively in hysterics, London could barely comprehend the words coming from the snake's mouth. Between screaming and silently laughing, London had no energy left to provide any further response to the snake.
"Ignoring me, are we? Let's see how you like this, then."
Oroboros drew more of the flame into his body, extending himself into an abnormal length for a snake. Flinging himself towards the wall, the cell opened itself to allow for the viper to enter. Latching on to the tiger's legs, the snake skated over towards the tiger's bound body and for the first time in hours the tiger saw something.. Someone without looking through the screen.
"It's very hurtful to ignore someone. That's something you will regret immediately."
"N-no!" The Tiger gasps for air, "N-nohooohohohohoho! Master Oroboros! Yahhhhaahhha! Ah wasn't-- hahaha WASN'T IGNO--IGNORING YOU!!"
"Not Master. Just Oroboros. You've got to learn to show some respect. But I digress,it's too late, London. You're going to have to pay the price now."
Oroboros' eyes glowed crystal blue and as the light faded, the snake's body split into multiple tentacle-like tails; each one different in size and length but just as spiked with the same infernal scales roasting the tiger.
"Where should we go first?"
"Mer... Mercy!!"
"Between the legs, hmm?" Oroboros slithered a tail towards the tiger's thighs. Being bonded in the ankle stocks meant that the tiger's legs were pushed together. Exploiting that, the snake forced the spiky tail between the two thighs and wriggled it, twisting and tunnelling between them in an S shape, getting dangerously close to the tiger's cock.
"Noahahhahaa! Plea-AHHHHH!!"
The snake rested its head on the tiger's nose as two tails squirmed the tips of two tails under the tiger's armpit, no less bound as his wrist were captive to the metal bands. Slicking his tails back and forth, opened his mouth only to let out a high pitched scream.
"Master Saber's left all of you to me, huh? What a lazy piece of shit Master we both have."
Several of the snake's tail gathered above his stomach and ribs, wrapping around the tiger and pushing itself between London and the silky lining. The tiger right away held his breath instinctively to stop his body from pushing against the snake's devious nubby skin, only to cave in completely as soon as Oroboros squeezed his tails and rubbed it against his sensitive tummy.
"We've got 18 minutes left. Let's see if I can break you down before Master Saber comes back, then."
As the word left the snake's mouth, the snake's body starts vibrating against the tiger. Ramping up the intensity by the second, the tiger's mind could do nothing more than try to process all the ticklish signals sent its way. Two of the tails mercilessly drilling into the tiger's armpits, a pantheon of the snake's tail wriggling and jabbing the tiger in the stomach and ribs, and the tiger didn't even know when the snake added another between his thighs - but it's there with its twin, slithering away at the tiger's most private spot. The tiger curls his toes and clenches his fist to hold on to the edge of sanity and it is not working.
"Not quite there yet, my dear? Still have your mind intact? We can go further."
Oroboros left the tiger's nose and headed straight for the tiger's exposed, naked nipples.
"Ahhh!!! AHHHH!!! uhh-AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!" The tiger's incoherently screams neither bother nor deter what Oroboros was about to do. The snake opened its mouth and suckles on the nip of the tiger's nipples, and with the stiff end of another tail drew circles around the pink skin of the other. With the nip is in his tiny flamey maw the snake runs its tongue over and over the fleshy bump, suckling as though milk would come out. The snake greatly enjoyed the taste and texture of the tiger's nipple. Salty, soft, with a subtle hint of losing his fucking mind.
"We can do better than this, too, you know?" Oroboros burrows his face in the tiger's nipple, rubbing it like a cat marking its territory. Another unoccupied tail pushes past the tiger's lips and fills the tiger's mouth in a circle, forcing it open. Another tail enters the hole and rests itself against the tiger's tongue. Despite the warmness of the snake's body, Oroboros tastes incredibly sweet. Almost like.. Honeydew melon flavored candy. The tiger licks against the snake's tail by instinct.
"You can bite me if you so wish to retaliate, but if you do.. this viper will, in no uncertain terms, convince Master Saber to lend him a certain very ticklish, very close to insanity, unbelievably regretful tickle-me-tiger-toy for some no-sleep, no-rest, no-break, free for all, tickle-you-to-the-death quality time. Crystal clear?"
The tiger nods furiously, panting and and licking the snake's tail in submission. Occasionally a squeal escapes his mouth.
"Good boy."
Oroboros pumps his tail in the tiger's mouth, dragging it across the tiger's tongue and entering his throat; going deep until the tiger's esophagus tightly hugged the fire serpent's tail from all sides. The heat given off by the snake continues to tenderize the tiger's insides, and the tiger swallows to rub at the itch inside his throat only to prompt the serpent to spin his tail, creating an unscratchable tickle. London pants heavily and with each breath draws more of the snake's essence into his lungs, resulting in an itching growing inside his chest.
"We are very close now. Just a little more to push you over the edge."
With that said, the snake turned his attention back to attacking the tiger's tender, sweaty foot paws. Holding them together sole-to-sole still the snake burrows a tail between the arches and fucks his tail between the now hypersensitive soles, scraping and vibrating the scales as they danced across the tiger's oily soles. With smaller tendrils the serpent drills between each of the tiger's toes, thrusting them for and spinning the ends of his tail against the skin on the tiger's toe beans, under the toes, and occasionally scratching the tops of the paw pads. The ticklish sensation hit the tiger's mind like a truck and nearly short circuits London. Another two tails joins in the assault across the balls of the tiger's foot, molesting the paw pads as they saw fit.
London's eyes roll to the back of his skull, his full body shaking and his mind completely empty of thoughts. Every single neuron in his brain responding to the sensation across his soles and firing it back to his aching cock, fully erect, waiting desperately for release. Totally overwhelmed by the sensations London's mind no longer has any resources left to resist. The one thing the tiger could do is spread his toes and surrender his helpless sweet soles to the serpent's merciless fucking. His nipples raw to its sucking. His whole body burned with ticklishness.
More! London screamed in his mind. More! Every inch of his skin betraying him. Everything tickled, except..
"Here we are, the last line of defense."
Oroboros snakes the last tendril towards the tiger's ass. Pushing the tiger's asscheeks apart, the serpent lightly fingers the pink hole with just the tips of his tail and draws circles around the entrance. London felt especially warm where the snake touched his most private spot. Prodding and pushing the tip against the tightly guarded hole, Oroboros momentarily stopped as he found the perfect way to enter the tiger.
This is it, London thought, with the last ounce of capacity in his head, just the last barrier to be officially made into Master Saber's bitch. It would have been nice if the cat was the one rammed his ass rather than have his virginity stolen by the snake.
The fire serpent grinned, and pressed the tip of his tail inwards the tiger's hole.. And then, nothing.
"Return! Oroboros!"
The familiar responded to the command immediately and in an instance evaporated off the tiger's body. Although no longer physically there, London could still feel the snake licking at his nipples and his soles and throat being violated.
Saber casually kicks the cart away from the tiger's soles and the flames died as the black substance touched the cold concrete floor. Falling off the cart along with the familiar's flames, the egg timer bounced with a clang and began ringing, notifying the two felines that it's mission was complete.
"Well well, looks like you did manage to keep your mouth closed until eggy went off." The cat remarks. "Relatively."
"Ma--aah.. Ahhh" London mouthed meekly, still catching his breath.
"A deal's a deal, I should let you outta there then." Saber taps his finger against the wall where London's feet were sticking out. The tiger instinctively flexed, but then relaxed when he realized his soles weren't under attack. Well, yet.
The black cell emerged from the wall and with the same clicking and hissing from the previous day before the top of the box opened. London squeezed his eyes shut to guard against the bright fluorescent light stabbing into his face.
"I should congratulate you. Not many people can say they've survived Oroboros." Saber pats the tiger on the head, as the ankle stocks released his legs. Another click later, the tigers wrists were released.
"M-master.."
"I suppose you're going to win, then. You get your freedom and you get to deck me in the jaws."
"Mmmrrff..?" The tiger perks up at the thought.
"There's just.. one question I want to ask. Something about you that I gotta know before you leave." Saber leans on the edge of the box and pushes his face right next to London. The tiger could smell the sweet scent of honeydew melon on his Master's breath. Despite the abuse he's just gone through, his body somehow still mustered up enough energy for his heart to skip a beat.
"London, sweetheart.. What's the PIN to your phone?"
"Zero Eight One Nine--wha??" The tiger stares intently at the cat, having just realized that the cat could have compelled him to give up the PIN any time since and he had no choice in the matter. It wasn't by chance that the cat remembered to ask for it after all the torture, Master was just toying with him. "Y-you could've.."
"Yup. Coulda gotten it anytime I wanted. Told you my way was more fun." Saber grins as he unlocks the tiger's phone. "Oh, and just one more thing."
The black cat turns the unlocked phone in his hand to face the tiger. London looks in disbelief at the digital clock tick from 2:25 PM into 2:26 PM.
"Did I forget to mention that the egg timer isn't very accurate? I suppose this means you've actually lost, then. What was my prize again?"
London searches his memory for the bet, when he realises--
"I wanna hear you say it out loud, kit cat. What does Master Saber get for winning?"
Choking back the fear and excitement in his voice, his erection bounced as London responded with the only words that mattered.
"My feet are yous, Master!!"