Naked and Famous - Giving Back to the Fans
#3 of Naked and Famous
_Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car
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Zed lounged in bed, propped up on his husband pillow, feet crossed, a battered old hardcover of Sodom and Gomorrah spread open on his tummy. Some instincts never go away. Arthur sat on the other end of the bend, also propped up on a husband pillow, a crisp new paperback of William S. Burroughs' second novel spread open on his tummy. Only, the book was pried open in just one paw, the delicate little mouse's other five fingers dedicated to the noble enterprise of massaging Zed's feet. Zed curled his toes to show his appreciation. This was a quiet, intimate time the two shared every night, Zed at the head of the bed reading, Arthur at the bed's foot massaging paws sore from a day of practices, media events, benefits concerts, or whatever. They never read the same book. It made the bed feel crowded.
Arthur giggled. Zed ignored it for a moment, still entranced by his book, but when Arthur's giggling turned into laughs he had to ask what in the book was so funny. Arthur only shook his head and put the book down, grabbing both paws in his small hands now.
"You were always so awkward in your videos..." Arthur blushed, nervous about his benign comment being misinterpreted as malicious. Zed's eyebrow rose.
"I'm hardly even IN any of our videos, the lead singer just can't get out of the goddamn spotlight for five-"
"Nonono," Arthur cut him off, blushing deeper now. He held Zed's paws close to him, stuttering a little as he tried to broach a topic that had never been mentioned between the two of them. "Your... other videos."
Zed rolled his eyes. "Oh please. Most of those were released on purpose to boost the profile of whatever actress I was with. You know those things don't get out on accident, right? Some broad wants to get famous, I want to look straight, they kinda make themselves. Jesus, how many were there?"
"Eight. Nine if you count the security footage from the elevator."
"I count it. But I looked awkward?"
"Yeah, you were so... it just didn't seem like you! You only sat back and kind of let them do whatever. You seemed like you were uncomfortable or didn't want to be there. It just seemed so unlike you." "
"Seemed almost like I was actually a faggot or something."
"Heh. Not as much, I mean, now you're so much more aggressive and assertive. You're nothing like you were in any of the sex tapes. You were actually kinda..."
"You had all nine of my sex tapes?"
Arthur looked away but couldn't suppress a smile. "I was in denial once, too."
The rest of the conversation shaped up like this: Arthur wanted to release a sex tape of their own. One where Zed was actually enjoying what was going on. The idea of having arthur's butt circulating on torrent sites, posted on cheesy blogs, and talked about on entertainment talk shows made his whiskers stand on end. But Zed was having none of it. His publicist was on vacation and it was too much trouble to get the camera working and people were sick of seeing his cock by now anyway and why should he do it for free when he could probably get paid by a real studio and so on so on so forth.
Arthur was disheartened. He put down his book and sunk back into his pillow, the slight bulge in his pajamas disappearing. Their sex life was by no means boring, but most of it was a projection of Zed's kinks realized by Arthur, who was always happy to oblige and almost as often loved the outcome. But Arthur himself was at a loss, most times, to think of anything in particular he wanted to do. The maid's costume in the closet, the ropes under the bed, the toys in the dresser drawer... Arthur enjoyed them all but now that he considered them, they had all been Zed's ideas. Zed was the one to come running in from another room, shove a newspaper clipping about some freakish new fetish that was making its way across the underground scene of creeps and perverts, and ask Arthur how quickly he could get undressed. It was always Zed who would grab Arthur at a mall, supermarket, park, or family gathering and pull him off to a secluded spot for a spontaneous quickie. Zed was even apt to simply pull Arthur into his arms, give him a long and loving kiss, then bend him over and pull the mouse's small pants down to his knees for a sudden fuck. All without a word spoken, just an understanding conveyed in how passionately the kiss was returned that the mouse was forever the otter's and would do anything to please him.
Arthur had to marvel at the position he'd settled into. Unconsidered how much he loved being with the otter who was so decisive and so willing to act on impulse, and yet so wary of the mouse's limits and never crossing them, he had never expected to become so reticent. It wasn't an unwelcome sort of revelation. He looked to Zed's adorable face, pulling off the remarkable feat of appearing soft and sultry despite the ounces of metal embedded in his ears and lip, and nearly melted. But he seemed so inaccessible now. It seemed as if there were miles of bedding between them, and that Arthur could only sit still and wait for Zed to cross them. His nose buried in Proust, though, it wouldn't be anytime soon. But that bulge had returned. It was threatening to tear the seams out of Arthur's silk pajamas, and it wouldn't be gone again anytime soon.
Indecision battled hormones, worry battled trust, and in the end the supreme victor was lust. It very often was. Arthur quietly put down his book, the plan already formed in his mind, and tip-toed to the computer. Zed assumed nothing and Arthur clicked away, logging into the band website chat room.
SqueakyClean has signed in.
JerseyDog: They didn't even have decent studio space until the fourth CD they put out.
JerseyDog: I love the songs live, but the album itself just sounds... fuzzy.
rockncock: I think the third album was good. I don't think anyone's saying it's great. But it's better than you're saying.
JerseyDog: Oh goddamn, it's Arthur! SqeakyClean! How are you and Zed?
rockncock: Hey Arthur, how are you and Zed doing?
surfinisprettycool22: u meen squekyclean is zeds bf i dnt beleve u
JerseyDog: Surfin, really, SqueakyClean is Arthur, he's been here before.
surfinisprettycool22: bulsh1t proove it
++Squeaky Clean has kicked surfinisprettycool22 (Learn to spell.)
JerseyDog: I tried to tell him.
rockncock: Haha.
SqueakyClean: Guys, I'm turning on the webcam, I want to show you something.
JerseyDog: Oh, cool, I'm gonna invite some guys in from AIM, I'm sure they'll wanna see whatever it is.
SqueakyClean: Good idea!
Arthur slunk back to the bed, throwing himself into Zed's arms, knocking the book out of the otter's paws. The mouse molested the otter's lips, biting them, the otter's lip rings clicking against their teeth, sucking and burying his tongue deep in the muzzle. Zed's eyes nearly shot out of his head in surprise, fighting back for a moment before realizing even what was going on. He tried to push back, so he could lean Arthur onto his back and let him undress the mouse slowly... but Arthur wasn't letting him. The mouse's thin body held the chubby otter down.
"Mmf, what are you, mmm, doing hon? This isn't like you." Zed asked in breathless gasps between sloppy, forceful kisses.
"Just relax, alright? It's my turn."
"It's your turn for-"
The clinking of metal cut him off, and the feel of cold steel against his wrist shocked him. It wasn't a feeling he was unused to, just usually this was after some kind of party. He looked up to see that his wrist had been cuffed to the bedpost, and in the short seconds it took him to process that information, he'd been flipped over with a tremendous heave by the smaller mouse, his other arm seized and cuffed to the bed as well.
Well, this was new.
rockncock: Oh god.
JerseyDog: Oh God.
rockncock: Is this serious?
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lifer42: What was I supposed to come in for?
lifer42: Holy shit.
lifer42: Seriously?
rockncock: SERIOUSLY HOLY SHIT
JerseyDog: HO GOD PANTS COMING OFF
lifer42: CUE ME INVITING EVERYBODY I KNOW
Arthur wasn't being mean, but he was being delightfully wicked, and he was enjoying his new role well enough that he tore Zed's pants off with such zeal that Zed in fact whimpered in his pillow. His thick tail was swaying nervously, his cheeks already glowing red. As per usual, no words were exchanged, though maybe Zed could have appreciated a warning. For the first time he didn't really know what was going on, but as seemed to be his mantra in life: Go for it now, seek therapy later. This was so unlike the short, shy mouse he'd covered in bed all those many times. He shrieked when the warm tongue slipped into his tailhole and squirmed around inside. His paws clenched and his bottom lip quivered: So this is what bottoming is like, huh?
Arthur couldn't remember the last time he'd had to eat anyone out, himself. That had always been Zed's job, and now he tried his best to mimic what he had always felt the otter do to him. He licked along the crack and slurped at the hole. His nose pressed into the base of Zed's strong tail. His paws held onto Zed's sides, and he could feel the otter's body pulsing with each slurp, reacting to sensations never known. When the otter's pudgy body would shudder in the mouse's fingers Arthur felt a charge of his own, something he'd never quite been keen to when being drilled on his back. He could feel the otter's pleasure almost radiating out from him, and it drove Arthur wild. His pajamas were already stained from night before, but now they may just be ruined.
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TheHarrow: Jesus Christ you weren't fucking kidding!
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JerseyDog: Goddamn I'm jealous. =(
Boko-MaruMe: Holy fuck I thought you were kidding!
AppleCheeks: Yes yes yes yes yes yesyesyesyesyes!!!!!!!!!!!
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rockncock: I hope this room doesn't have a maximum user limit.
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JerseyDog: It doesn't. ;)
Arthur's heart pounded in his chest, rushed on by this surging sense of the power and the rush of imagining a thousand clicks as people clicked on to see his little self camped out behind the otter's meaty cheeks. The otter was plump, but his ass was exceptionally so, bulging out like generous cuts of fatty meat, jiggling barely when Arthur should shove his his muzzle between them, or lift Zed's ass up a little higher. Arthur was almost overwhelmed with this newfound responsibility, so he did what Zed always had, and pulled the otter's cheeks apart with his paws. His small hands weren't big enough to palm the cheeks like Zed's were, but he kept on in earnest, kneading the voluptuous hams in his slight fingers.
He gave Zed's rump a smack, a loving one but it stung no less, and it made Zed howl in pleasure, already losing himself to Arthur's entreaties. The cuffs scraped against the bedposts as Zed longed to reach for his dick, wanting so badly to stroke, but with a persistent amnesia of the cuffs. His wrists would snap the chain taut and a distressed sigh would escape him, until a ballgag fitted on him suddenly stopped all sighs distressful or otherwise. The gag tasted like Arthur, but that's not surprising, is it? Arthur, meanwhile, was still trying to take his new position in stride. He had licked his lips for the final time and was now on his knees behind the silent otter. His silk pajamas rubbed against the wet hole, the firm cock distinct beneath them. The otter's tail swung eagerly back and forth, an issue the mouse hadn't wondered about before... he collared the otter and, using a short length of rope, secured the swimmer's tail in place, giving the mouse an unobstructed path to the tight tailhole still glistening with spit.
TheHarrow: holy fuck they have collars and chain and shit? Is he gonna pull out a 15 inch dildo next?
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JerseyDog: I hope. ;3
Mr. Snickers: Pants officially off.
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Mr. Snickers: Mine, I mean.
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JerseyDog: Mine too.
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TheHarrow: Mine too.
Gregor: Mine too. ;3
skinwaler: Mine too.
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Mr. Trout: mine too.
Arthur grabbed Zed's nightshirt and pulled him back, grinding his clothed cock between the otter's cheeks, getting the silk cold and wet. His breaths were short and shallow, his actions touch-and-go, drawing on all the memories of what Zed had done to him and falling back on instinct when that failed. All he knew was that he could still feel Zed's body shaking in anticipation as he teased, and the otter's shirt was getting damp with sweat. He could feel a thousand eyes on him and was rapt with the thought of not only the feeling of his ottie hottie squirming in his bed, but the idea of a hundred fans squirming and panting in their computer chairs at home. A half-naked otter, a fully clothed mouse... Arthur slipped his pants down to his knees and displayed his dick, holding it in his paw for a moment in a spectacle to the thousands of jealous fans who would eventually see it, and with a muffled shriek, he buried it in the tightly clenched tailhole of the waiting otter.
A bottom who gets to top is bound to be a little rougher than he realizes he's being... all the better. Zed's back curled and he lifted himself off the bed, screaming in delighted passion into his gag, but he was forced back down onto the bed by Arthur, who held back none of his excitement as he invaded the tight, clenched ass. It was a good thing the otter was gagged, otherwise he might have asked the mouse to slow down. The mouse wasn't a Goliath, but to the inexperienced otter, he felt like a monster. The member was short and average, but curved so that inside it felt thicker, especially in such a prime hole, and Arthur pummeled away with this, beating the otter's insides, teaching the sudden submissive what prostate stimulation was like. Zed bit into his gag, nearly through the hard rubber, his cock bouncing back and forth below him with a thin trail a pre leaking from it into the sheets. The mouse's prominent balls smacked against the otter's. Zed blushed, in fact, suddenly his own member felt almost insignificant to Arthur's. The cock spreading his tight ass open, his meaty balls batting against his, suddenly the average mouse felt like a God, and he almost said a prayer that he could appreciate them so fully now.
But still, Zed struggled against his restraints, hurting to grab his cock and paw himself off into the nice sheets. Each passing second and every curt thrust making his balls ache more for release, building in pressure that was torturous and at the same time sublime. The feeling was itself like reading a great book: A primary lack of understanding and confusion and a kind of uneasy fear that slowly boiled away into absolute pleasure. Giving over of oneself to these new confusing sensations, and letting them work you and beat you and tease you and excite you until the final thrilling climax. His balls smacking against Arthur's big, meaty orbs... Zed finally stopped struggling and simply let his body over to Arthur, shutting his eyes and concentrating on each hearty thrust that jolted him forward and smacked hsi own dick agaisnt his stomach.
rockncock: Fucking hell he's really giving it to him
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JerseyDog: Have we ever had this many people here before?
TheHarrow: I dunno if we were racing, but I think I won.
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rockncock: JerseyDog> Not that I've been here.
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Robotic: Why are there so many people here tonight, what the hell?
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Arthur dipped Zed's ass just a few inches lower. This let him hump a little faster. But most importantly, now the mouse's dick was stroking the otter's insides in such perfect alignment with every tender spot inside him. Every little sensor inside him fired spasmatic bursts of energy, opening the otter's eyes and making him rumble in satisfaction. His grunts could be heard through the gag, quick and passionate and unrestrainable, he grabbed the bedposts in his paws and dugs his nails into the wood, praying the mouse would not stop, and the mouse, of course, did not. He pumped away, paws gripping the otter's rump like death, his tongue lolled out in mindless glee, his glasses steamed, his whiskers stood out on end. He spent his reserves of energy and drilled the otter who now writhed on the sheets.
It was the epitome of romance, really:
The mouse bent over, resting on the otter's back, panting hot breaths onto the otter's back. Their body's both shook in pangs of pleasure, Arthur squealing joyously every time he felt Zed's electric pulses beneath him. They grunted almost in unison, and then both, almost as if reaching the chorus of a song, let out a sustained low groan, tensed their bodies, and unloaded their welled up seed. The mouse's gigantic balls emptied into the otter's ass for the first time, a queer sensation that the otter was able to pick out even as his own dick shook free of any aid and spurted gobs of off-white seed onto the off-white sheets. Zed couldn't feel the warm, slick mess inside him and Arthur could feel the warm, slick mess on his paws where they had wrapped around the otter's soft body.
JerseyDog: HE CAME
TheHarrow: HE CAME
rockemsockem: HE'S CUMMING!!!
M&Mer: HE CAME HE CAME HE CAME
Mr. Trout: I CAME
rockncock: SHIT SHIT MY VIDEO SKIPPED DID HE CUM??
jms84422: Holy fuck is he still squirting?!
Robotic: Dick status: Empty
number1ZedFan: THIS IS HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE
rockncock: NOOOO HE CAME I MISSED IT
uk_holiday:Did Arthur cum too?!
Jewels: BRB CLEAN UP
Robotic: Me too.
venutian: I'm all sticky now.
JerseyDog: rockncock, I got it all recorded, I'll have it up on my fansite in a few minutes... after I clean myself up, too. brb guys! ^_^
Henslen22: HE CAME I CAME WE ALL CAME
journeysucks: I just felt this power like... a hundred nerds shooting their dicks off at once... and i was one of them.
Enterpriser: JEEEESUSS FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK
Cake: Best. Fap session. Ever.
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surfinisprettycool23: wut i miss
They weren't quite done yet. Arthur was still slowly thrusting into and out of the otter's tight quarters, milking the final few drops of cum out of both their cocks. When he pulled out, they collapsed into bed, the mouse lying on top, kindly undoing the gag so that they could pant together, still wordless. Usually this was where Zed picked up a ragged Arthur and carried him off to the shower for clean up and/or round two, but both had now been rendered meek. Arthur works up the strength to uncuff Zed, and Zed worked up the strength to turn over, wrap his arms around his lover, and kiss him weakly, though with as much passion as he could muster.
The phone rang.
It rang three more times before Zed finally picked it up, listening with an absent ear before slamming the phone back down.
"Who was that?" Arthur asked, still gasping for breath in the otter's arms.
"Webmaster. Overloaded servers or something. C'mere."
Free, now, Zed picked up the shattered mouse and carried him off to the bathroom.
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