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"Would you like to look at me? Would you like to look into the camera?"

Masada's heart kipped a beat. He'd been staring into the spiral for so long, hearing nothing but the repetitive, throbbing thrum of the binaural beats, hearing nothing else until that deep, soothing voice broke the silence. Without question, he obeyed the voice, leaning forward. The glow of the screen of his computer illuminating his face. The white, black-blotched fur, the dark, dreadlocked mane illuminated by the pale blue light. His tongue lolled out, lazily tracing against his long, ivory saber teeth. His green eyes were unfocused, glasssy, half lidded. On the verge of rolling into the back of his head, in fact. If it weren't for the command, he wouldn't be looking at anything at all.

"Good kitten," the voice said.

"Mewwwh..." Masada mewled. "Bliss." "Nnghah!"

Kitten's toes curled as a gasp tore its way out of his throat. His head thrown back, his body splaying out on his chair as it creaked underneath his muscular weight. His jaw hung open as more gasps of pleasure slipped forth, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, his mind so deliciously, deliriously blank. He felt so good, so close... his wrist on autopilot, steadily pumping his twitching shaft... he'd been hovering on the edge for quite some time now, his cock, his paw, and his balls soaked with shiny, slick pre. The scent of his arousal was all he could smell, he'd been here for so, so long...

"You're close," the voice in his head growled, piped in through the headphones.

"I'm cuh... close..." Kitten groaned out, his voice a little high pitched, in an un-self-conscious moment of bliss.

"You're ready to cum, kitten." the voice continued.

"Yes... I'm readdy t'cuuum..."

"Would you like to say please?"

"p-pleeeease..." Masada gasped.

"Would you like to say it again?"

"Please!"

"And again?"

"Pleeeeeease..." Masada's plaintive cry was just like a kitten's, so completely, desperately absorbed in his desire to release, to cum...

The command to cum was registered in his mind before he even heard it. He wasn't even sure if he heard Master say it. But Masada came. He cried out with delight, shaft throbbing, back arching, long ropes of white cum draping themselves over his body, dribbling down his knuckles. One little droplet landed on his lolling tongue. That brought him out of the trance slightly; that had never happened before!

"Whoafuck..." Masada winced slightly at the bitter flavor, but giggled with delight nonetheless. And the low, sultry purr of Dante's - whoops,Master's- voice brought him back down again. He giggled with delight, a vapid, childish giggle that triggered another laugh from that voice in his ears. "There's a good boy. Good little kitten pet."

"Thaaaank you Masteeeer," Masada slurred, punctuated with one last little grunt as his cock throbbed one more time. The fuzzy, golden tingle of the afterglow pushed through his body as he sat back, panting.... Showing off his cum-covered body for the man on the other end of the connection. "Mmmh, you're so handsome..." Masada could vaguely, foggily hear the soft sound of Master stroking his own shaft. His voice getting a little bit breathier, his voice breaking slightly. "Clean up, now. Don't let your fur get matted..."

"Mhm.." Masada crooned, sopping up as much of his seed as he could on to his fingers and bringing it to his lips, licking up the thick, stringy fluid and letting his tongue wrap around each one. Master loved that. He could hear Master gasp and groan. He was doing a good job. He was a good kitten. When he heard the telltale sound of Master stifling a grunt, he knew he'd pushed his Master over the edge. Repaid him, if only slightly, for that wonderful climax he'd given his kitten not a few moments ago...

After some more cleanup, Masada went back to idly chatting with Master - no, Dante - as they watched some videos together. Unboxings, product reviews, mostly just background noise. They'd often stay up a bit after their sessions, just cooling off and winding down. Letting the roles fade away, so more casual conversation could easily blossom. The cheetah just... enjoyed being around Dante. He wished he could see what the Arcanine looked like in person; Dante didn't have a webcam unfortunately, and his phone camera really didn't give a good sense of his size. What it would be like to be in the same space as him. To smell him, to feel him. Masada couldn't help but think about that, what it might be like. He wanted to ask about visiting. The nerves had held him back many a time, but their hold had lessened over time. So when the question just slipped out of his mouth, it didn't come as much of a surprise to either of them.

"Hey Dante?" Masada began. "I think I'm gonna take a holiday next month. Would I be able to visit you for a day or two?" "Yeah, go on," Dante said. "I'd love to have ya! How long for?" "Uh, a week?" Masada asked. "well, the town I live in's boring, so you might not have much to do..." "Aside from you." Masada was surprised by how flirtatious he suddenly became. There was a slight pause on the other end, before Dante's voice came out again. Low, sultry, almost as though he was going back into dom mode. "Aside from me, yeah. Well... I've got a couch bed you could kip on if ya want. When ya comin?"

And that was that. No overdramatic "Really?" or hesitancy. They'd both known this was coming eventually, and there was no reason to question each other's motives. The flights were booked that night, the pick up details were sorted out, and it wasn't until Masada finally went to bed an hour or two later, that the implications finally set in. Oh gosh. Oh gosh he was going to meet him. In person. In the flesh. Oh gosh, that was an exciting thought. What would they do? What would they see? Would they have the same chemistry in person?

He didn't sleep a wink. Work was hell the next day.

Five hours on the road. Masada was so tired he could barely see. He didn't sleep a wink on red-eye morning flight he took, the one he had to get up at 4 am to get an taxi to the airport for. The rickety coach he was now on had done little to help lull him to sleep. It was too short a ride to sleep on anyway. He was nearly here... he was nearly there. A small-ish town, a ways from the Welsh airport. Not quite Under Milk Wood levels of quaint countryside life, but Masada found it was quite pleasant looking already. Even though he was exhausted, he could appreciate the gorgeous green landscapes. Maybe not so much the shitheads drinking cans of beer at 9 in the morning, but other than that, it seemed nice!

How would the first meeting go? Dante was going to meet him at the bus station and walk him back to his flat. But what would they say? What would it be like meeting him in person? What did he smell like? What did his voice sound like in person? What if there wasn't a spark? What if he had a tic or something that Dante would find irritating? Those anxious thoughts kept him awake, kept him shifting in his chair.

As the bus slowed and pulled into the station, Masada looked out the window to see if he could catch a glimpse of Dante. And sure enough... there he was. Wearing a blue hoodie that said 'Venice Beach' on it, of all things. That... wasn't what he was expecting. Dante wasn't that well travelled, was he? The Arcanine was sitting on a bench, looking at his phone. Masada couldn't get much of a look at him from where he was. He glanced up, looking up into the coach window. But the tinted glass meant he didn't see Masada waving at him. It would have to wait until he got off. He wasn't going to wait. The cheetah stood even as the bus was moving, grabbing his small bag and making his way towards the front. He slung it over his back, playing with the straps and giving them a little squeeze.

When the door opened with a soft hydraulic hiss, Dante was waiting. Smiling a little sheepishly. Their eyes met. Dante's fur was slightly darker than most Arcanines', a dark russet red and brown. And his eyes were two dark pools with pale white pupils. He'd mentioned something about his eyesight being a little wonky, but... his eyes were beautiful! Masada's heart leapt slightly in his chest. This was it, the moment he'd been picturing in his head for so long... he hopped off the bus and ran over for a hug. The first thing Masada realized when they hugged was that Dante was even larger and taller than him. His heart fluttered as those arms wrapped around him, his face pressed into the fabric of Dante's hoodie.

"Heya," Dante said. "Good to see ya man! Safe journey?"

"Terrible," Masada said with a laugh. "But I made it..."

"Yeah. How long have you been awake for?" "Didn't sleep at all, yeah."

"Yeah..." An awkward silence hung between the two of them. Masada nodded his head a little, shuffling from foot to foot, smiling widely. Should he, like... hug him again? Or kiss him? He wasn't sure. The bus began to pull away, and a bolt of realization spread across Masada's face.

"Oh fuck!" He turned to run, flagging down the bus. "My suitcase is still on there!"

Unfortunately, the bus driver didn't see him, pulling away and heading off to its next destination. Masada must have ran for about half a block before he gave up, watching the coach, with his suitcase on it, driving off. He only had his backpack. Which only had a couple changes of underwear and his essential toiletries in there. Most of the other stuff he brought was "Shiiit..." Masada took deep gulping breaths, already feeling as though he were overheating. Groaning as he fell to his knees.

He felt Dante's hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry 'bout it. We'll get them to bring it back, ye can call em." "Yeah... you're right." Masada sighed defeatedly. "Great start, huh." "Don't worry!" Dante smiled down at him. "It's fine. You're fine. C'mon, let's get ya back to the house, I'll make ya some breakfast or something."

"That sounds fantastic..." Masada said, feeling the painful rumble of his stomach.

It was a short enough walk back to Dante's apartment, situated above a local pub. "Does it get loud at times?" Masada asked, peering in through the dark windows at the stocky shapes inside "Nah, not really," Dante said. "It's an old-man pub, they're all quiet. Really nice people."

He opened a side door and lead Masada up a rather narrow flight of stairs; that made Masada a little nervous for what the apartment itself would look like. His fears were assuaged when they stepped inside his actual flat. It wasn't a bachelor pad, but it was cozy and modern enough. All cheap Scandinavian furniture, a modest entertainment setup with a couple game consoles and a Raspberry Pi, and comfy looking easy chairs.

"Now. Food?" Dante rubbed his paws together as he made his way to the small kitchen. "Can I help with anything?" Masada followed close behind, eager to be helpful.

"No, you're fine." Dante brushed him off with a gentle smile. "Take the load off. Stick on the telly if you want."

"Mm. Okay." the feline made his way to the couch and sat down, only then feeling the aching weight of his ankles. He'd done a lot of traveling today, and it was all catching up with him now. "I'll give the coach company a ring while I'm at it," Dante said. "Just relax!"

Masada was _just_about to say... "Thanks, man!"

"No problem. Go on, stick on the TV!"

The cheetah took the remote from the coffee table in front of him, and switched it on. The TV took a moment to boot up, but when it did, the image already playing on it hit him like a ton of bricks. Possibly because he wasn't expecting to see a monochrome melding of lines and shapes coursing through the screen. The spiral instantly drew him in, and he croaked confusedly, feeling as though the faux leather underneath him and turned into sinkhole. His whole body engulfed in it as the spiral - his spiral, the one Dante had used to bring him under so many times before - washed over him. This wasn't... it was too soon. A part of him was saying it was too soon... He had to stop... for now... "Danteee...." he mewled, squirming as he felt his head loll to the side, unable to keep it upright. "You like it, hon? Better in HD isn't it?" "Whaaaaat..." the cheetah's speech was interrupted by a loud, woozy, toothy yawn. "Are you..." "Just stare. Don't worry about it." the soft sizzling of food from the other room met the kitten's ears, a soft backdrop to the throbbing, swirling spiral. "I'll be in to ya soon."

"Nnhkay..." The cheetah had stared long enough that the nerves and reservations in the back of his mind were quietened down significantly... It was as though he was back home, back in his computer chair. The lovely familiarity of the spiral put him right back in that head-space. Except even deeper, even more comfortable than before. A familiar warm fuzz descended over his mind. The middle of the spiral throbbed, expanding and contracting, seeming to grow larger with each syrupy pulse. It seemed to expand past the screen, enveloping his whole world. The soft crackle of the frying food melting into pure white noise in his woozy mind.

His eyes felt slightly red. He hadn't blinked for a while, had he.

His blink was slow, leaving himself in brief, glorious darkness. When he reopened them, the spiral was still there, its tendrils coaxing him back into those depths. He was falling. Sinking once again. Then he shook his head, trying to get himself back to wakefulness. He could resist. He had to resist. He needed to wake himself back up, so he could have a nice time with Mas-Dante- rrgh...!

The spiral was blocked out suddenly, abruptly by a large body. His eyes didn't have time to adjust to the dark shape in front of him. He couldn't even comprehend what the figure was until it came closer, the couch sagging as the figure knelt on the cushions, straddling the cheetah's lap. Something pressed against his face. Warm and sweaty and gradually growing harder against him. Oh... this must be... "Breakfast's ready," Master said, his tone gentle, casual. "But you're not hungry for it yet, are you?"

"No, Sir," the pet responded immediately.

"Would you like to sniff?" Master's voice asked, gently. Kitten breathed in deep through his nose. Aside from the brief whiff of the synthetic fibre of his briefs, there was nothing but Master's scent. Deep, spicy, pungent musk that filled his nostrils... Master had sent him a few pairs of underwear before, for him to hold to his face while he pawed and mewled. But the mind-melting scent of those briefs were nothing compared to having it up close, fresh, right in his face... The texture of that flesh only enhanced it, feeling the soft squish of that cock against his nose and muzzle. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he lapped at his lips and tusks, a rumbling purr emitting from his throat. He sank deeper into the couch, feeling the weight of Master's body against his face. His limbs splayed out, useless, the only part of him able to move at all was his head, feeling his snout squish against the soft, spicy scented flesh...

When Master pulled back, Masada's head tilted back, still feeling that musk on his face. He looked up at Master. Seeing the patterns dyed into Master's fur - an upside-down pyramid of thick lines on his chest, the Korean symbol for fire - made him giggle, like a puppy who was about to go for a car ride. Finally, he was seeing Master up close, the way he'd always wanted, the way he'd always desired... Master's paw slid to the back of kitten's head, stroking gently and kneading at the point where his spine met his skull. The feline's head tilted back, tongue lolling out, dribbling all over his shirt. Master's dark, beautiful eyes so dizzying, so delightful to look at...

"Would you like to take them off?" Master asked, his hand guiding him back between those thighs. "Yes..." Masada was eager, ready, desperate to please. He slipped one of his tusks underneath the hem of Master's underwear. "H-hey," the Arcanine said. "What're you-"

The cheetah tugged back, his long tooth pulling the briefs right off the Arcanine's body with an almighty rip. "Oh for fuck's sake..." Dante couldn't help but laugh at that. "Should have seen that coming..." He didn't stop petting Masada's head, scratching behind his ears, making him mewl.

"Sorry..." the kitten giggled, a bit of fabric still dangling from his mouth. He let it drop out, staring right ahead at Master's cock, now slipping free of its sheath, freed from its prison. A bead of precum dangled on the tip, the little piercings in his shaft catching the mesmerized feline's eye. "Oooh..." the kitten slurred. "Shinyyyy..."

"I'm going to have to discpline you for that," Dante growled playfully. Pressing his hand onto the back of the kitten's head and pushing it towards the tip. Masada ignored the repetitive "waitwaitwait" of his anxiety filled subconscious and slipped it into his mouth obediently. "No sucking, please," Master said. "Would you like to stay nice and still?" "Mmmnhg..." the feline whined. So close... so close to that knot, he wanted to suck, he wanted to drink Master down...

"Just let it sit there, please," Dante said firmly, but gently. "Get used to the taste. The scent. Just enjoy it."

The cheetah took deep, full breaths, breathing in the crotch musk right from the source. Feeling the gentle pulse of that cock in its mouth. It was still engorging. The knot at the end was growing bigger before his eyes... then he closed them. He couldn't tempt himself to go further. He had to stay right where he was... not move an inch. Wait. Taste.

With a long slurp, it slipped free of his maw, and he gasped, taking in a huge deep breath of air again. Salivating even more than before, he watched the cock sway from side to side. Lubricated by his mouth, the flesh and the piercings glistened so beautifully. Especially the piercings...

"I can't stay mad at ya," Dante chuckled, still stroking his face. "You like the shiny bits, do ya?" "Yeaaaah..." Masada giggled. "Pretty shinies..."

"Would you like to follow the shinies?" he swayed his hips gently from side to side, and Masada's eyes followed, the cheetah's gaze glued to it. His smile fading as his face relaxed, looking as though he were slightly confused, woozy...

"Yeah..." Masada cooed. When Master pulled back again, stepping off the couch, he moved his head forward. Sensation returned to his arms and legs as he climbed off the couch, following on his hands and knees, keeping that cock at eye level as he followed. Each step leading the woozy kitten along, guiding him easily, gently along the wooden floor towards Dante's room.

Masada couldn't even picture the room around him. Couldn't take in any details. His mind wholly absorbed on the shining piercings on Master's cock, the wonderful musk of arousal... At one point, a bit of pre began to leak out of the tip, and the cheetah was quick to catch it on his tongue. Slurping it down and relishing it with a purr.

"Good boy!" Dante congratulated. "Bliss for you..."

"Hahh...!" Masada wriggled as his shaft throbbed, eyes rolling in to his head for a brief, blissful moment. Every single bit of bliss he'd felt before was even more profoundly arousing in person... it couldn't have been more perfect...

But was he being a good slave? Was he doing things right? He had ruined a pair of Master-Dante's underwear. What if it was one of his favorite pairs? What if he was pissed off at him? What if Masada was going to overstay his welcome? They'd moved too quickly. They'd moved too fast.

"Something the matter, kitten?" Dante's paw scritched along Masada's jawline. He was kneeling in front of him now. Masada had lost concentration on that cock, getting shut into his mind. "Mrarh..." Masada sheepishly mewled.

"It's all right," Dante said. "You're doing very well." The canine's lips met the felines, briefly. And those thoughts and worries were quietened once more.

"Would you like to get up on the bed?" Masada wriggled up, feeling Master's paws rove along his body. Pulling down his jeans and underwear, hiking up his shirt as he found his way onto the pale orange sheets. His rump in the air. He lifted his tail, letting it swish from side to side. He knew what was coming... he ground himself against the sheets, his needy cock dribbling pre and smearing it all over his bed. "Ah ah ah..." he heard Master's voice at his ear, feeling him climb onto the bed. "You're getting very leaky. We'll have to fix that. Can't have you getting aroused without permission..."

"Yessir..." kitten mewled. Trying to will himself to go limp. To not let himself get too turned on. But that attempt quickly failed when he felt the cocktip against his rump, pressing gently, starting to slip inside...

"Let's make this one nice and quick," Master said with a low sultry growl. The spicy scent of his musky body overpowering the feline's mind, making him dig into the bed and press his rump against that thick cock. "Don't want to let your breakfast get cold, now do we?"

"Yessiiiirhh!" the cheetah didn't get to finish that sentence before the cock slid inside. A loud hiss through his teeth as a slight sensation of discomfort turned into pleasure. His insides turning to jelly, his mind filled with more wonderful tingling...

"Isn't that better?" Master said. "Yes..." "You needed this cock inside you, don't you?"

"Yes..." kitten said, a bit louder this time. "You've fantasised about being my pet for so long," Master said, his pace quickening just a little. The soft tap of his hips against Masada's rump growing louder into a lewd slap. "And now... is it everything you've hoped for? Does the idea of being my pet still appeal to you?"

"Yes... oh god yes....!" Masada mewled, digging further into the cloth and yowling loudly, his cock jumping, dribbling pre... "Good pet," Master said. And then he fell silent. His breath at the cheetah's neck as they rutted, each thrust making the kitten quiver. His tail wrapped around Master's muscular body, keeping him anchored in. The knot slapped against his rump, pushing in closer, closer each time, until....

Pop.

The knot slid in with a squish and a pop.

The last little "I'm not good enough" in Masada's mind went pop.

His cock went pop and spilled his seed all over the bed.

Time dilated for Masada then. He recalled feeling the warm flood of cum - Master's cum - inside him. God, it was so warm, so wonderful. He felt a bit trickle down out of his rump, along his balls. He felt Master's teeth on his neck.... His hands on his chest and belly... He stayed on that bed as Master fed him. Salty, greasy meat, soft crusty bread... eased into his lazy mouth as he purred. A spoilt pet.

By the time the fog began to clear, he was up, slowly dressing. His legs unsteady, his gaze unfocused. "You ready to be a normal person again?" Dante asked with a playful little swat on Masada's butt. "Mrah!" Masada blushed wildly, conscious the pathetic noise he just made. "Th-think so."

"Ready to go get yer stuff? They'll meet us at the station."

"O-oh... when did you get that -"

"You were sleeping, kitten." Dante's lips pressed to his again. And he sagged into that kiss, stroking Dante's chest. Then they broke free again, leaving Masada with a lovely, satisfied sense of longing. "Didn't want to wake you."

"Thanks, Dante..." Masada said with a sigh.

Hand in hand, they made their way out of the bedroom, back towards the front door. Masada caught a glimpse of the TV. The spiral still on it, still swirl swirl swirling... and as he began to topple to the floor, only barely caught by Dante, he heard the Arcanine curse just before his mind went blissfully blank again.

"Ah shite, forgot to turn it off. Masada? Mas-oh, bollocks..."