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Rackets of all vehicular types where present on the street below Dennis' window that day. Often he'd find himself peeking a look out of the curtains of his room, leaving for a bit to do something mindlessly, then returning again like a man pacing around the upper-floor of his house waiting for a package, out that window again. It didn't take long at all for the curiosity snake to jump up and bite him on the leg and a sort of desire swept over him to find out all who was moving in to the house across the street from him. The white house, recently vacated by the Ms. Morris, who Dennis had been sure was never married but always claimed to be a widow. An excuse, he presumed, to be as morose and vile as she was to the neighbors. She wasn't missed by any, a splotch that now was on the skin of Greenbriar Village Retirement Homes rather than the neighboring community.

Dennis opened up the window, lit a Marlboro black, and leaned out in his black tank top to get a better look, his hair wafted out of his left eye where it usually claimed home. Smoke rose off the tip of the cigarette as his hands placed firmly on the window ledge propped him up and hoisted him out just enough for him to get the view he needed. At first all that seemed down there was a nice miniature city, skyscrapers built from boxes in the driveway before the garage. A U-Haul stood immobile and parked on the street as movers moved in boxes from the back of the truck straight in the front door. A woman with long black hair held up a cup of wine in her hand watching the street outside. Que the misses, so where's the mister?

Before a 'Mister' of the bunch was even given a chance to appear, a boy sauntered out about Denny's age, maybe a year younger. He had the most supple thighs Dennis could ever remember seeing and his walk resembled that slightly of a girl to match. Someone who 'thought' they had maintained and possessed a quite heterosexual and masculine character. His hair was a dark brown, possibly even black, at this height and with that undaunted sun shimmering off his hair like the glint of the sun off a lake's rippling surface. Dennis loved his face, a true cat-boy, he caught himself thinking. Masculine but definitely a bit boyish in the face, not man-ish. Not man-ish at all, not one bit sunny-bin-jim. He went straight for a box with something scrawled on it in the driveway when his cat-boy ears picked something up with a cute twitch. An acknowledging twitch. Wafting out the window of Denny's room from his stereo was "Better by the Blue Shoes". Roki, the new cat-boy next door, followed the sound waves up like a visible black line to the window of Dennis' bedroom where Dennis had already repositioned himself, a self-admitted fidgeter, to sit in the window sill with his right leg hanging out freely against the house exterior and his left arm holding his midsection as he looked down through the curling smoke rising from the long cigarette wedged in between his right hand's fingers.

Roki waved a courtesy wave with a slight smile, a smile that made an imagine pop up in the forefront of Denny's mind full of sound and action. Deep moans and grunts and thrusts and wild action with and increasing tempo and a loud crescendo, then a cacophonous climax deep within his nice great back end, a beautiful piece of gargantuan ass and thighs. Dennis smiled a sly smile that was brighter than the sun that day and slipped inside leaving the window open and the curtains there-in swaying to the slight breeze outside. The music got louder inside just so roki could hear it better, not that he needed the volume boost with his kitty ears.

Dennis changed into his quite-faded jeans with the tears in the knees. They were his most "form-fitting" pair and also exposed the right amount of skin for someone like him. He put on an off-white S.P. band t-shirt that only partially covered up the blooming lotus tattoo on his right arm. It was his own inside joke he shared with solely himself, one that he wouldn't share with anyone for a long time now. After lacing up his black converse he tucked away a long morlboro behind his ear and opened up the door just as Roki was about to knock, his hand cocked up and ready for the motion and his eyes full of surprise that the door opened before he got the chance to complete his action. An reaction without any action at all. Dennis himself, had he been looking down and walking straight out the door as soon as it opened inwards, would have smacked right into Roki knocking the two over on the sidewalk but because he was focusing on the house ahead, his new neighbors, he was looking up.

Both looked quite shocked to see the other there, right there, standing in front of them.

Roki spoke first with a very hesitant "....Hi." then it snowballed, all downhill from there " I'm your new neighbor from across the street. I just wanted to say, ya know, hi" He smiled, one that sort of begged encouragement for his courage to come over, his courage to talk, a sort of cute smile only a vulnerable cat-boy could pull off or manage even at all. Dennis glanced over him, his migrating pilgrim eyes scanning down his upper body to his bulbous ass then back up to his face with an ever so slight tan to it. It wasn't all that bold for Dennis, what was now inevitable was Dennis' definition of 'BOLD'. Definition via Dennis.

"I'm Dennis, Denny works too. Most people call me Denny. What's your name?"

"....ummm....uh Roki" he almost shouted out, he didn't know why but he was having a strenuous time getting out words.

"Well, 'Uh Roki', where ya going to school?" he sidestepped Roki and started walking towards the street, Roki pivoted and caught up to walk beside him to talk. It was only right to get to know his neighbor, right?

"Haven Public, you?"

"Same, but we have some time before school starts up again. Perks of being on summer vacation. You ever wonder what they do in those classrooms while all the children of the world are out praising the spirit of summer vacation?"

"Ummm, well they clean the rooms I think but-"

Denny cut him off with a sort of tone that felt like it was just a blurted out thought he presumed to be fact and totally ordinary, "I think the staff has a big orgy and each room is a different theme. They just go from fetish room A to fuck-room B. Depravity thy name is School in the Summer Heat" Dennis said this for two reasons, one is he imagined it in his daydreams because that's just what he would do on the dull days, come up with some fantasy and nothing would be too outlandish. And then there was factor two, basically to gage how this new kitty cat would react. Reaction was very important at this stage in Dennis' process.

The cat-boy showed a deep blush under his skin and looked away towards the endless row of houses in the suburbs "well I don't know if that's exactly what happens there."

"So why here, stranger?" Dennis moved on, Roki reacted just the way he was expected to.

"Ummm, well my mom got a better job here in Glenbrook so she decided we should move closer to the place where she works instead of spend an 'arm and a leg in transportation bills'."

"No dad?" Dennis looked down at the inside of Roki's thighs and saw the outline of his balls and shaft, he could picture himself pushing Roki's back up against someone's house as the sun went down, sliding his hand down the cat-boy's pants and slowly massaging the organ. He could even picture the neighbor's looking out their windows at mew's of the cat-boy as he moaned in ecstasy from Denny's fingers working their magic.

"No dad, he sorta split a few years ago."

"Ah so single parent, your mom. What's she do?"

"Graveyard Shift nurse, what about your parents?" He looked at Dennis interested as they walked down the sidewalk "What do they do?"

"Well I could tell ya but then our cover would be blown as spies deeply rooted in the neighborhood," Denny smiled a jokester's grin and jabbed his elbow at a blown back Roki, "really me and them aren't that close so they're always taking trips and whatnot."

"Hey! You know, you should come over tonight, maybe hang out for a bit at my place, my mom's gonna be out at work and since your parents aren't around you could-" Roki just caught up with the words he let come out of his mouth and looked at Dennis' face for any sign that he offended him with his affectionate eyes.

"It's a date," Dennis said shaking Roki's hand "See ya tonight" and then Dennis was running across the street looking from left to right as he was out in the open road, leaving Roki there to walk back home to prep for his new friend's visit tonight.

The preparations of Roki and Dennis were vastly different. Dennis could imagine and understand why, but deep down, a kitty eared furry tailed cat-boy like Roki had snagged his attention...and the lust that comes from his attention is very very physical. The kind of 'physical' that moans and gasps and grunts and thrusts are made of. In Roki's house, a few load baring walls a street and some grass away from Denny's own, he was cleaning up his room frantically as his mom walked around the house prepping for work. Her interest was piqued earlier when she saw Roki bolt up to his room and try to organize the semi-unpacked boxes of transferred possessions. Clothes were flying from the boxes to hangers and knick knacks were gravitating to their perfect feng shui locals in a way that out of the pair that lived there, only Roki understood. Everything had to be perfect after all; it was his first new friend in a new town in the New Lands that was suburbia. Everything had to be just simply perfect.

Out his window, down the walls of his house, through the singular blades of grass into the sidewalk cracks dropping onto the street then repeat going backwards, that's where Roki's aggressive sexual-suitor packed all of his own precious knick knacks into a duffle bag. Sexual devices of pure vice wonder.

When he last saw Roki, Dennis was running across the street to lose him. In one door of the florescent bleached light of the Party store he went, and out another without breaking stride he left. Denny had a particular talent he picked up after his copious conquests, a talent for size. Or, more precisely, to judge and size someone's body without needing to cheat and ask or even sneak a peek at the tag. It was his gift, it was his talent, it was his magic. So out he sauntered and down the road of Berkly to the sex shop on West Ave. He was something of a favored customer there.

The inside was set up the likes of a blackened out sex-dungeon and Maggie stood at the front desk in her leather corset that accented that perfect hourglass of her's that made men and women crawl on all fours in front of her just to lick her boots. She spotted Dennis coming in and her body rose up with those G-sized boobs almost falling right out of that corset of hers. "Denny! What can I do for you...or too you, dear?" A playful eyebrow raised up in an arch wondering what had brought in one of her favorite customers today.

"I need..." he thought about it, he thought about the absence of thought here or even a preconceived plan when he went off like he did, he only knew that he had to come HERE and straight here and then it popped up into his head..."do you have any latex catsuits...or even PVC or rubber would work. Like I mean real catsuits....for cat-boys?"

"We have EVERYTHING here, as long as its fuckable it's in here. Got a color in mind?"

"Hmmm... I'm thinking feral tonight, Mags. Like tiger feral, orange and black feral."

"Oh meow, my dear, meow," She gave a wink to Denny then grabbed his hand and promenaded her figure, hips moving like a metronome, right down the aisles to the section of the store for Furs and then pointed him to a suit...no not just 'a' suit....the perfect suit. The perfect catsuit, tail and all included, for that was destined just to meet and constrict around his neighbor's voluptuous thighs and accent the rest of his thin body frame.

Denny snatched the suit out of the box in his closet, along with his three ball gags, each one special in one way or another, his lace up uni-sleeve, a vibrating egg, a inflatable butt-plug, and a sensory deprivation blindfold like mask he picked up recently....that and of course the always necessary restraints of rope. He sat crooked on the window's ledge, smoking a black while looking down at the bag all zipped up and precisely placed in the middle of his room in front of him. If it was animated he thought it might say that it was' ready', that 'it was time' or, 'let's do this one for the throbbing appendage you keep tucked in your tight leather pants.' Then Denny wondered what kinda reaction he could look forward to when he showed up in his oh-so-tight black leather pants.

He was ready.

He flicked the rest of the cigarette out onto the street and left his room, went down the staris, and with dufflebag slung across his back. He walked right over after he was sure his new friend's mother was as history as Napoleon, passing his frigid and crooked cigarette on the road in his boots and knocked on the front door then pressed his back on a pillar nearby, this was really a nice place to move into, Mrs. Morris really carved out a nice piece for herself here. Running his fingers down the pillar that felt like marble with all of its intentional divots and grooves, he hesitated when he heard the door open up.

"Hey Denny, I was just upstairs, sorry I took so long getting down."

"It's cool," Dennis dismissively waved away then brushed his bright red waves of hair out of his left eye. Denny waited for an invitation in from Roki who seemed mesmerized so he asked with an awkward laugh, "can I come in, Roki?"

"Oh, yes, yeah sure come in, sorry!" He almost stumbled over his words trying to regrip mental control. Passing Roki as he went inside with his dufflebag in one hand he made his first subliminal move to start off the night. If you weren't really paying attention, you might have missed it all-together. A move so slight that it could most definitely have been marked off and brushed away as an accident, a slip of the hand. But it was all too intentional and oh-how-very-sensual. As Denny passed him and Roki went to grab the door handle behind him, Dennis ever-so-lightly caressed the skin of Roki's hand with his fingertips. A static kiss given on the back of his host's hand with the nimble touch of Denny's tactful fingers.

Roki noticed...and Roki blushed crimson and then dear diabolical Dennis noticed his noticing. "Let's watch tv." Dennis said moving towards the livingroom leaving the bag at the door. Roki followed swiveling his hips in a way that only one with large muscled thighs could ever do.

Throughout the night Dennis got more and more aggressive in his tactics. Soon Dennis was blatant and Roki only blushed, he didn't push him out the door yet...he questioned that and the night was consumed by the antics of a mental tug of war between Dennis and Roki but it started to seem more like a game of cat and mouse here, and suddenly Roki went from Cat-boy to Mouse-boy waiting to be devoured by the thin muscled body of his newest friend.

Moving like a snake, Denny's hand went straight over the hill of his thigh and started to rub his cock over his jeans that fit all too seductively. Roki moved his head to the side and wimpered a moan that felt too taboo for him to enjoy, yet he did, and Dennis grabbed his face in his palm and turned it towards him sticking his tongue into Roki's mouth. As he kissed and Roki loosened up, he slipped his hand underneath the waist band of his jeans and teased the kitty-cock with his knowledgeable fingers, and he did know Roki's needs now. He needed release...but he wasn't about to give it to him this soon in the game while Roki was wearing THAT and Dennis was wearing anything at all.

"Stay!" He ordered the bewildered Roki as he got up and went over to the duffle bag and fished around inside passing a length of rope he almost forgot he had in the side pocket. He pulled out a black harness ballgag that was made as a two-piece with a collar that comes in the set. "Crawl to me, pet! Don't make me call for you a second time!" He barked out the order and sure enough Roki, after some obvious deliberation on his part but an equally obvious wish to not find out what the punishment would be for disobeying, came into the hallway right outside of the livingroom on his hands and knees shocked beyond belief in what was happening here in his new house. "You are to address me as your master, nothing else unless you want...." Denny fished around in his side pocket for his paddle and found the blunt tool immediately, "a paddling. If you're a good boy, you'll get a reward."

Squatting down with a paddle in one hand and the harness and collar in the other, "Trust me, kitty, you don't want my paddle. Beware my wrath." Dennis dropped the collar and harness and ran his fingers through Roki's hair who unconsciously enjoyed the treatment, the tender affection and the dominating tone of the one now known as 'MASTER'. It was like someone flipped a switch and this was what Dennis looked like when they were both in the dark.

"Open your mouth, slave." Dennis demanded and sure enough Roki did it, he thought, simply to avoid the rough staining pains of the paddle in his master's other hand. Dennis put down the paddle and adjusted it, fitting it to the shape of his new slaves head. Roki's cat ears poked out and twitched slightly as the ball gag in his mouth overwhelmed it. Putting the collar on around his neck to keep him from moving his head, the master took a step back and surveyed his work. "I do approve this image before me," he said than smirked. Dropping the paddle in the bag then picking it up with his left right hand, he hooked his lefthand finger in the metal hoop of his new fuck-slave's collar and pulled him to a standing position before leading him towards the stairs to the rooms upstairs.

Up the hardwood stairs and down a small hallway, Dennis didn't have to ask where the kitty's room was, he's know it when he saw it and if he didn't then he'd just fuck the pet in his mother's room or in the guest bedroom. It made no difference to him, the kitty was simply his toy and he would play with his toy in any room or all the rooms if he chose to do so. Seeing a bedspread out of the corner of his eye, he stopped and went straight for the room with his pet in tow, wondering what was going to happen here, what next. Dropping the bag in the doorway, he told his pet to kneel over by the banister of the his own bed and stare straight at the bed and not even try to look around. Roki complied and a thickness grew in his pants that he couldn't explain.

Dennis leaned up against the door's frame and looked at his conditioned pet, well his mid-process conditioned pet really. He wondered how he wanted to start out the night and then he looked down at his bag and up and his slave-kitty again. "Undress. Now. Don't leave a scrap of clothing except what I put on you tonight." Roki hesitated but when he heard skin scrape against tough fabric he jumped up and took off his shirt then undid his pants and awkwardly pushed his pants and boxers down his legs leaving himself completely naked in front of the master. Dennis moved in, step by foreboding step. Each foot-fall caused the knot in Roki's stomach to tighten 2 times as hard as the last step that hit the carpeted floor. He felt the blade of his master's finger run from his anus to his balls then around each orb. His kitty cock getting harder and his balls more defined as the master moved his finger from the underbelly of his cock's base slowly up to the underside of cock's head.

From behind him Dennis first teased the fur's tail then pulled a bit getting a ballgag infringed moan out of the kitty. "You know I bought you a catsuit but if you go on teasing me like you are with that tail of yours...we might not even get to that...tonight." Denny's last word curled upwards in the sentence, pronounced with such diabolical foreshadowing and foreboding inevitability. Was this Roki's fate every night now? Did he like that more than he could let himself admit?

Dennis left but when he came back he dropped something on the bed that Roki couldn't bend his head to look down at...but he did manage to see the ever-present rope being waved in front of his face. Black rope that Denny unwound then threw on the bed out of view. He went back to the dufflebag torturing Roki with the long drawn out process and the unaware nature of his role in them. When his master came back he started to secure wrist collars to each wrist with padded insides then wove the rope through the loops in each wrist cuff, much like the loop on his collar. At first he had a bit of slack to move his hands around but as the master tied the rope in knots he lost all mobility as he was secured fast to the unyielding banister of his bed. "Kneel, slave." Denny commanded and the slave went down on his knees, his slender tail flapping around anxiously. At eye level with the mattress he could see what was on the bed but didn't know what it was.

Dennis lubed up the vibrator egg as Roki's eye's bugged out, he connected the dots, did the math, and knew where it was going. Without warning Dennis kneeled down behind Roki, lifted up his tail, and pushed the egg up against the entrance of his tailhole. As it started to stubbornly wedge its way in, with a sudden pop it was sucked up straight into his rectum, his master's fingers and all. Making sure the toy was right against his sensitive prostate, Dennis removed the fingers and turned on the vibrating egg on 5, the egg went up to 11 but Dennis was playing with his cat. He wanted a good show out of his pet his first time around. Roki threw back his head, his eyes impossibly wide as he gasped threw the gag with shock all over his face.

"I brought a companion piece to that one, my pet. It called The Sucker. Not cleaver, I know but what it does will rock your world...well...it'll tease your world like the fuck toy treatment you deserve from your master." Dennis secured the device, an interesting sex toy that basically was comparable in nature to a blow job. The toy went on his cock and sucked it like a mouth would. But to prevent orgasm and ensure the tease, he set it on the second to lowest setting possible. Grabbing a blindfold he leaned in over Roki who was panting now and whispered in his ear "Enjoy my little game of Cliffhanger my sex-toy" then fastened the blindfold over his eyes and left him there.

Dennis sat in a chair in Roki's room, listening to the near-ecstasy moans coming from the catboy as he kneeled in front of his bed in a purgatory realm of the only-near-orgasm, the real thing constantly alluding him as Dennis adjusted the toys every single time he saw he sex-slut get close to a climax, lowering them so that he could never get off then after a state of barely any stimulation a steady increase was applied almost scientifically. More and more Roki's mind began to slip away into the sexual void as his body was overpowering thought. The everlasting sensations against his engorged prostate, his pulsating cock enduring the rhythmic sucking motions both that served to tease and tease beyond what many thought was a singular person's limit. How he longed for the sexual rapture, how he lusted for fulfillment. He needed to be satisfied, his body needed its climactic release. As his hips bucked back against nothing at all, his thighs reacting to the penetrating stimuli, the muscles flexing and moving as his whole body swooned at this point, this cliff's edge. After 45 minutes of this relentless teasing Dennis found Roki to have marinated long enough on the sexual feelings and torture he was enduring.

Dennis undressed from the leather pants as if he was putting on a strip tease then shed his shirt and let his girth hang out in front of him. He undid the harness around Roki's head and removed the ballgag releasing the lusty panting behind the sphere's soundproofing. Roki's tongue stuck out, moist with drool from his sexual treatment. The master reapplied the blindfold around Roki's eyes without his pet's hesitation being a problem. Without warning his master penetrated his mouth with his fleshy organ and his pet greedily accepted. Sucking the appendage with style and an increasing rhythm, he bobbed his head up and down the shaft as he took more in with each back-and-forth motion. Soon he was unconsciously deepthroating the massive cock still blinded. The musty sent of his cock filled Roki's nose and made him more carnal, desiring his master's cock more than ever. Soon Dennis grabbed Roki's thick hair and shot his cum straight into his pet's mouth. Roki's cheeks filled with his master's seed as he hurried to swallow all that he could as fast as he could.

The Master removed his extremely slick dick from Roki's mouth with a pop then walked straight up behind him. Without mention, he pulled the egg out with a pop, turning it off before sticking it in his slave's mouth then removed the cock-device and threw it on the bed. Holding onto the banister Roki knew what was coming next, he pleaded for it through the gag without his master's understanding, he couldn't even think of anything more than this moment. The fulfillment. Pulling up Roki's kitty tail, he pressed the slick head of his cock at the slave's tailhole then pushed inward. With the thrust Roki's finger's gripped the banister tighter than fingers should be able to grab, Hercules tight, and let out a throaty grunt.

Starting off slowly the master moved in and out, going balls deep into Roki's tight rectum, the walls massaging his shaft as it entered and exited the kitty's cavity. Every time he would enter, near the end of his girth invading Roki's anus, the walls would clench just before their balls clapped together. The tightening was more for his master then himself. Holding onto slaves hips, he thrusted into him faster and harder as his rhythm picked up and the panting of both master and pet quickened. Roki let out his erotic moans of pleasure with each buck backwards onto his owner's thick long shaft. The cock's rubbing of his prostate was ten times the pleasure that he could have ever hoped to have gotten from the egg that went from his ass to inside his mouth. He was in paradise as his body rocked back and forth and felt the waves of his oncoming orgasm. It hit with a sound that sounded much like thunder to him as he gripped the banister tight with his hands and the egg fell out of his mouth onto the bed covered in drool as he shot blast upon blast of pent up seed all over her bedspread . His thick thighs quivered and as a last act to benefit his master, he swiveled his hips while Dennis was inside him, causing his master to finally climax, filling up his pet's insides with him cum. His little kitty cum dump.

After Dennis had pulled out of his pet, he fucked the kitty face to face while he still had the blindfold on. Roki's feminine cock rubbed up against his stomach and occasionally bobbed against his master's stomach from time to time. Eventually after a short time Roki climaxed again shooting his seed all over his face and in his hair while Dennis filled his with more of his hot cummy treat.

When it came time for bed, Dennis set the alarm for before Roki's mother, who worked a double shift till around 2pm got home, just in case. The master made Roki stand up, take off the blindfold and get dressed in the orange and black latex catsuit which covered everything in the skin tight latex pressing his medium sized cock up against the inside of the latex and his belly. The only holes in the suit that covered everything from ears to tail to toes was in the nose. No eyeholes or earholes or mouthholes for the little kittyslut. Zipping his slut up in the latex suit with paw-ed hand, Dennis quickly went to sleep next to his rubber smelling sex-slut-slave.