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Chapter 7

-- Saturday, August 19th. London's apartment --

London excitedly bounced his legs on the sofa as he waited for his friends' arrival. This is going to be the first time Toss is coming over for a visit and he wanted everything to be perfect. Having wanted to spend more time with the silver husky, London had raked his brains out and finally came up with a plan that Toss couldn't refuse - a pizza and video games night where he'd invite some friends over as the excuse to get Toss to join in, too. Toss fell for it hook, line, and sinker. Even though it's going to cost him money that he couldn't really spare, it's going to be worth it if he could spend the night with his crush. Food, check. Drinks, check. Snacks, check.

At 5:55 the doorbell rang and London ran towards the door, swaying his tail the whole way. The excitement rushes to London's head as he opened the door and saw only Toss. Doesn't matter, there's still a couple of minutes before 6, his other friends will still show up -- although the tiger wouldn't terribly mind if they didn't show up at all. In fact, that would make his night a whole lot better.

"Looks like you're the first!" London exclaims, trying and failing to contain all of his excitement at Toss' presence.

"Hey Jordy! Nice place!" Toss walks through the door and takes a look around him. Knowing the tiger as long as he did, the house was suspiciously clean for someone like London. "How much time have you spend cleaning?"

Normally the tiger hated it when someone calls him by his given name, but somehow when Toss says it, he couldn't get enough of hearing the husky's voice.

"Whatchu talkin' about? It's always this clean!" The tiger had been cleaning since nine and finished only half an hour ago. Most of the crap littering his apartment is now jammed in the garbage chute and safely out of sight. They're someone else's problem now.

"Sure Jordy, sure. Anyway, here's a little present seeing how it's my first time here." Tossinople hands over a box of chocolates to the tiger, whose eye suddenly gleamed with a sparkle.

"Aum, aren't these like, two hundred bucks a pop?!"

"Don't know. Mum gave it to me. You'll probably like it more than I do."

London wanted to respond with 'they won't be as sweet as you' but bit his tongue.

"Thanks man. Want to play while we wait?" The tiger leads the husky into the living room.

"Sure, what do you got?" Toss follows his friend and settles on to the couch, sitting on the tiger's throw blanket.

"How about Mario Kart? You any good at driving even though you're a doggo?" London passes the remote to the husky.

"Hey!! You're on!!" Toss takes the remote out of the tiger's hand and starts up the console.

"I'll grab us some drinks. You pick the map." London circles back to the kitchen counter. Dropping off the box of chocolates, the tiger reaches for the ice cold pop in the fridge. While Toss had his attention focused on strategically picking out the track he wants to play, the tiger slipped a generous shot or two of spiced rum into Toss' glass and filled it with ice and cola. For himself, a virgin drink. Perfect.

The gods must be on the tiger's side as nobody else arrived. No call, no show. London would have been a little annoyed if it weren't for the fact that Toss was there. Over the next two hours, Toss lost game after game against the tiger (and pathetically, against the NPCs) and London gave him glass after glass of spiked cola as consolation; and naturally the snacks and pizza having done nothing to slow down the intake of alcohol into Toss' system. Riding on the buzz and blaming the alcohol, Toss leans his back against the tiger's side and cuddles up on the throw blanket. London's heart skips a beat and skits off the road for a moment. Toss noticed that his distraction tactic worked wonderfully.

"You know, we should make a bet." Toss shuffles his body and settles on London.

"W-what for?"

"If I win.." Toss pauses for a moment, "you take me out to a nice dinner somewhere."

"..And if I win?"

"Anything you want." The husky elbows the tiger in the stomach.

"MREOW!" The tiger reacts to the jab.

"Heehee, looks like someone's ticklish." Toss teases, "so how about the bet, hmm?"

"Anything I want? Deal. Don't regret it now."

"Hee, I won't. You better not back out of that dinner."

"I won't have to if you stay in 3rd place."

Toss swerves into an item box and fires off the red shell into that stupid blonde bitch in pink.

"Second place now."

Closing in on London in the final lap Toss could barely keep his eyes open, but saw that he's still a good distance behind. Wanting that fancy dinner and knowing London's been manipulating the night to his advantage, Toss, probably under the influence of the drinks from the tiger, decided to cheat a tiny bit just like the tiger had been, and planted a kiss on the tiger's cheek. London's attention shifted from the game to the wet sensation on his face before realising the husky collapsed into his laps, passed out with that husky maw next to his tenting crotch. If Toss hadn't been sleeping he would definitely have smelled the tiger's intention from that distance.

Looking at the screen, London saw that both player's carts have been standing still right before the finish line, and by the time the tiger reacted, all the NPCs have gone through it, leaving both of them in the last place.

"It's not over yet, dumb doggo." London strokes the husky's cheek, prompting the husky to shuffle in his sleep, grabbing his paw on to the tiger's thigh. Flicking his finger on the control, London pushed his cart over the finish line. "Looks like I win, and I get anything I want."

Picking up the husky in his arms, London carried the sleeping Toss into his bed room, and kicked the door close. With the husky soundly asleep in his bed, London pulls his phone out from his pocket and wakes it up. The digital clock ticks into 8:15 PM.

Outside the apartment, a cloud of black smog lingered around the bedroom window, watching the events transpiring within, until the sun came up to dispersed it along with the morning fog.

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-- Saturday, in the basement of the warehouse. --

With London's phone in his hands, Saber flicks through the tiger's texts and messages with an expert efficiency, scanning it momentarily before moving on to the next. The tiger sat, dumbfounded as the cat scrolled through all his private messages. Rubbing his ankles and checking out the damages to his soles London noticed how brightly, sexily red they now are, what with the tickling and licking and being used as a foot fuck toy. The tiger squeezed his toes together and watched as the well oiled, well used, well sweated soles glistened with delicious helplessness. Hypnotised by his own soles, London couldn't help but continue to check his feet out in a way he never thought to.

"While we're here, kitty kit cat, any other losing bets you'd like to make?" Saber looks up from the phone to gauge the tiger's reaction; but mostly enjoying how the tiger's face betrays exactly just how much he's enjoying the new foot fetish mindfucked into him. "Or would you rather we skip to why you're here?"

"Well.. um.."

"Spit it out."

"What are you looking for, Master?" The tiger props himself up from the cell with his arm and sits up straight to look at the cat, unwilling and unsatisfyingly drawing his eyes away from the soles he's been eyefucking. The seeded fetish inside him begins to sprout new thoughts and desires. Event hough Master hadn't said anything yet, the tiger wants -- no -- needs to feel a tongue on those soles as soon as fucking possible. Or maybe he needs to taste them. He could smell the salty sweet sweat wafting in the air. They must taste so good. So good. The soles needs to be tasted.

"Your phone," Saber turns his attention back to the device in his hand, going through every last contact in the tiger's chat app, "is the only reason why I'm working overtime on a Saturday. Unpaid, mind you, but I'll be collecting my compensations soon enough."

"There's nothing on it, though?" London responds apathetically, his attention completely captured by feeling the sensation of his toes wiggling and slickly rubbing against each other.

"And it's precisely that attitude that pisses me off. You don't even know what you've done." The cat flicks his finger on the tiger's forehead. A bit of smoke escaped from the cat's fingertips and fades into the tiger's fur, the magic working its way into the orange feline's brain.

"Ow! What did I do then?" London rubs his forehead before feeling a tingle in his arches flare up for but a second. Instinctively he reaches his hand to rub the ticklishness off his soles. Still slick from Oroboros' abuse, he couldn't help but notice how soft they were still. Softer than usual, if anything. It must have been part of the magic Master used on him. His footfur was so moist. The tiger can't remember the last time his feet felt so seductive.

"Ah, here we are." Saber turns the screen around and shoved the tiger's phone back at his own face. "Well then, care to explain this?"

London took a moment to compose himself as his cheeks flushed bright red at the photo in front of him -- or maybe it was because he had subconsciously bought his finger to his lips to get a taste of his foot sweat. On the screen, a private conversation between himself and Bhafel - a close, trusted friend he had known for years - on the topic of the tiger's crush, leading up to the tiger's poor decision of sending several racy photos of Tossinople. Specifically, a certain set of photo of the silver husky in a very compromising position - pantless and spread out on the tiger's bed. Adding fuel to the fire was the sequence of files in chronological order - London stripping the underwear off the husky's lower half, revealing the husky's cock in a strip show; the tiger's face next to the husky's exposed cock with his lips right on the shaft; the tiger lapping at the husky's balls; and then ending in the finale of the tiger swallowing the entire length. Each photo more lewd than the last. Throughout the series of the tiger's collection, it's clear that the husky had been unconscious.

"Ahh, that's..!!" London couldn't get a single coherent thought out of himself. The tiger looks into the black cat's judgemental eyes gazing back at him through the cat's highlighted hair. His whole body tensing up, London grips on to his ankles and remains silent as his crime finally catches up to him. Never in a million years did the tiger think anyone else would have found out. He had only bragged about this to one other person and.. No, his best friend wouldn't betray him.

"I thought not." Saber tosses the phone back at the tiger, who fumbles to catch it only to have the phone slip out of his hands. Picking it up carefully and fixing his eyes on the screen, London was pumped full of adrenaline and felt everything inside him churn, the tenseness leaving him breathless and unable to move save for clenching his toes. The concrete room around him faded away into nothing. For a brief moment, the tiger experienced total stillness and silence and cold and solitude. As the cat turned away from the tiger to lean on the cell, London saw the scorn in the shadow of the cat's back side.

"M-Master?" London's voice trembles as he fought to get his word out, the tiger's head was filled with a dreaded sense of abandonment. Little by little he reached his shaking hand towards the cat's shoulder and softly touched the black fur with the tips of his fingers; reaching out to grasp at what he perceived to be the cat's fleeing affection as though it was smoke in the wind.

The cat titles his head back to look at the whimpering tiger. Gauging from the tiger's physical responses and psyche, he's almost completely broken. Just one more push over the edge, in the right direction, and..

"I'm sorry.."

"..."

"..."

London's ears droops down.

"I'm not the one you should apologize to, kiddo." Saber waves his index finger in the air like the conductor in a symphony, entertaining himself. Black smoke briefly trails his fingertips before vanishing into thin air. "Then again, I don't suppose you'd want to apologize to Toss either, given that he doesn't yet know about all this."

"He doesn't?" London's ears perk right back up.

"Not yet, anyway. Would you care to break the news to him yourself?"

"No!!" The tiger snaps back.

"Should I do it for you then? Send all of this to Tossy?" Saber pulls his own phone out and fiddles with the screen. With his back towards the tiger, London could see everything as the images from London's private collection scrolled up on the screen, one after another.

"No! Wait! How did you transfer that to your phone already?! How do you have Toss' number? What?!"

"Magic and shit, I guess. I don't claim to know everything." The black cat shrugs and hovers his thumb over the send icon, "Anyway that's entirely besides the point, it'd almost be too much fun to watch what would happen if I just.. Pressed."

"Please Master no! I'll do anything!" The tiger begs to the cat's amusement. "You.. you like my feet, right? You can have my feet! Any time you want! Just don't send them to anyone! Please!"

"Make me a better deal." Saber pushes back with a smirk, "Something that'll... entertain me. Just as much, if not more than the show I'll get with the little tappity tap of my finger."

"Anything you want Master!"

"I gave you plenty of hints kitty kat, I'll countdown from five for a good offer and if I don't get one, Tossyboo is going to get a present waiting for him in his DM."

"Shit no! You can have my feet! Please!"

"Five."

"Use my soles any way you desire, Master Saber!" London flings both his legs above the cell he's still sitting in, offering his feet up for his Master. The warm, musky, salty scent of his footsweat filling the space. The smell filling his head with lewder thoughts still. It's no longer enough that his Master uses his arches as a fuck toy. He needs -- NEEDS to be owned.

"Four." With his free hand, the black cat brushes his thumb across his lip pensively. "Keep going."

"I'll give you a good show! I promise! You like it when I spread my toes, right? I'll spread them for you as much as you like!" The tiger fans out his toes for the cat. Beads of sweat pools between the soft, tender flesh reflecting the white light flaring down from the ceiling. London looks at the cat's unimpressed expression (or perhaps, really good poker face) and knew he had to up the ante. Drastically. And fast.

"Th--"

"-- TICKLE MY FEET! Tickle my arches and between the toes! Tickle my pads! Tickle them until they're pink and you're happy Master!" London's face flushed as red as his poor tortured soles. He could scarcely believe the words coming out of his mouth, in his own voice, and yet the each word coming out triggered more pre to leak out of his erect tiger prick. Involuntarily his toes begin to wiggle once more, the slickness to them returning. His feet burning with the same heat on his cheeks.

"Tempting. But pass. That's still a three."

"A footjob too! Tickle my feet pink and fuck them, Master!! Paint my soles with your cum! I'll pleasure you! It'll be really good, I swear!" His tone trembling, the tiger's mind races in search for whatever clues his Master had given him. It was clear that there's panic in his voice and more than clear that the black cat was enjoying this. A little too much, perhaps. "Put me back in the wall and have your way with my feet! With me! Anything! Master!!! Please!!"

"Two. Last chance, kit kat."

"Shit!! I don't know!" The tiger on the verge of tears. "You already own me! What more could I give? I'll be your tickle toy! Okay? I'LL BE YOUR TICKLE TOY FOREVER MASTER!"

"Alright, I suppose that's as close as I'll get with you. I'll take what deal I can get." As the cat snaps the fingers on his free hand, black smoke billows out from under his shoes, and fully engulfs the two felines in a violent hurricane. In a split second, the fluorescent light in the constructed basement was completely blocked out by the storm, and another kind of light -- black and unthreatening -- took over the tiger's visual senses. London felt a hand grab his forehead but did not resist, and as a wave of psychic, icy energy radiated from the cat's hand into his face, his physical body begin to heal of the abuse he endured and at once knew that his mind was cleared of all the manipulation and magic fed to him throughout his ordeal.

Which is abso-fucking-lutely absurd, the tiger thought, considering that magic does not exist.

"Not naturally occuring in your world, kit kat, but magic certainly does exist. As you can see, we're in a massive array of magic circles about to undergo a magically binding contract."

How the f--

"Mind reading magic bullshit. It's not a very good plot device, but it'll have to do for now. Just let it go."

London opened his eyes as the black smoke hurricane clears. The room he's in now is at least five times bigger than the room he was in a moment ago, and sharply contrasting the bright white concrete floors lay iridescent magical circles in which the two felines are hovering over the epicenter of. The wall and cell he was in minutes earlier disappeared from behind and below him as though they never existed to begin with.

"Alrighty, big kitty," Saber releases his paw from the tiger's forehead. "Last chance to back out. Do you or do you not agree to become my property, to acknowledge me as your Master, and to obey me always, for as long as this contract binds you to me? Or would you rather everything in your life go back to the way they were?"

The contract's word echoed in whispered hushes around the tiger. He knew that something in him had changed, and even more apparent now that his mind has been mended. No longer compelled to satisfy the cat's impulses, London delved inside himself to ask what he wanted. To become the cat's property, or to refuse, and go back to his old life knowing what he does now. As he thought about leaving Saber to return to his old life, to become strangers, he felt a tug at his heartstrings. There was something about the cat that fascinated him. Despite the torture and mind games, he subconsciously wanted more of the cat's antics. Wanted more excitement in his life. Wanted someone to want him.

"I--"

"That's stockholm syndrome and a classic red flag in abusive relationships, not a fairytale romantic reason to sign a magically binding contract." The cat cut him off, crossing his short black arms, "I negated all that fun magic to give you a choice of free will. Don't squander my generosity."

"Knowing that, I do st--"

The tiger's voice fades away before he could finish his words. As the sound left the tiger's tongue, the grand magic array shrunk shimmered and shrunk around the tiger's neck and ankles, gathering the mana in the air to create a binding leather studded choker and silver anklets. While the anklets lingered on the tiger's limbs, the leather choker melts into the tiger's fur and became invisible, although he could feel them on him none-the-less. As the spell completes its execution, both the felines are lowered onto the ground where the tiger almost slipped having forgotten about his well oiled soles.

"Well, too late for regrets now, kit kat. You're mine." Saber pumps his fist and grips at the air, a roll of golden parchment paper materialises from the air briefly before black smoke seeping from the cat's hand overtakes it and magicked it away to a hidden vault. "And don't you forget that I've given you every opportunity to back out. I don't want to hear any complaints."

"Yes Master."

"Speaking of, you ever play baseball? You any good at it?"

"No Master. I've never caught a ball in my life."

"Good, good. Here, catch!"

The cat casually tosses his phone at the tiger, to the tiger's surprise and the cat's content, London's body took over and caught the phone. No fumbling, no fuss.

"And now, kit kat, look me in the eye and press send." Saber flashes all of his fangs in a wicked smile, and watched the tiger's face transform into a wide eyed look of horror as his thumb involuntarily presses the button.

"WHAT?!" The tiger couldn't contain himself, "WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID YOU WON'T TELL TOSS ABOUT THE PHOTOS"

"Ahahahaha! I said no such thing! The deal was, as you recall, you'll be my tickle toy if I don't send the photos to Tossyboo. And I didn't send him anything." Saber crosses his arms and gives his new toy a sly grin, "You did the sending."

"That is bullshit. That is totally bullshit! Oh my god! OH MY GOD!! Why would you do that!?"

"You should be thanking me. I've just saved your life!" The cat flicks his index finger and smoke envelopes the tiger, forming the clothes that he was wearing the day before. Conveniently the cat's cellphone and the tiger's swapped. "Actually, you will be thanking me later, and I suspect you'll also be offering up some form of apology we'll both end up enjoying."

"Toss is going to KILL me! I am SO DEAD!"

"Totally should have thought of that before you created all those incriminating evidence, huh? But seeing how I AM your Master, and you ARE my property now, you'll be fine. I take very good care of my toys." Saber's boastful demeanor doing nothing to calm the tiger.

"You're killing me here! Are you happy now? Are you satisfied?!"

"Almost, the best part is just around the corner."

"No more! I'm done!" In his panic, London hadn't noticed a portal of silver fog forming behind him, nor did he realise that someone stepped out of the rapidly dissipating cloud. "I'm DONNNEEE--"

"Master Saber, you summoned me?" The silver husky lowered his head in a nod-bow in respect towards the cat, silently wondering why the backside of the master's companion looked so familiar to him.

"JESUS CHRIST!" So caught off guard was he that his heart jumped out of his chest when he heard the husky behind him spoke up. As he spun his head around, the color drained from his face.

"...Jordy?! What are you doing here? Weren't you just--"

"Toss?!" The blood rushing to his brain and water to his eyes, the tiger feels faint, almost as if he wasn't even in his own body. "Master!? What?!"

"Master Saber, does he have something to do with your text?" Tossinople questioned the cat with the shit-eating grin on his face.

"I CAN EXPLAIN THE PICTURES! PLEASE DON'T BE MAD!" London falls to his knees, clutching his tear-stained face in his hands.

"...Don't be mad at what pictures? Damn cat, what the hell are you up to this time?" The husky furrows his brows at the cat. Knowing his master, this is definitely for his own perverted entertainment. "I got exams coming up. Half of it are YOUR exams. I don't have time for your silly games right now."

"Allow me to formally introduce the two of you. London, Toss here is my protege." The cat smirks at the tiger's jaw hitting the floor.

"And Tossyboooooo~" Knowing how much this irritated his pupil, the cat dragged out his nickname for the silver husky, "Big kitty here is my new toy. Just contracted a literal minute ago, in fact. Seems he'd like to explain a couple things to you, since the message I had him send didn't mention any pictures or, well, why these alleged pictures needed any explanations."

"Master!" The husky rolled his eyes in exasperation at the cat. "There had better be a good reason why you summoned me for this, and a really damn good one for stealing my boyfriend!"

-- Epilogue. Saturday evening, back in town. --

The tiger, husky, and cat found themselves sitting in the corner of a quiet, unassuming cafe back in town for a couple of hours while Saber continued to tease and play with his pupil and toy. Having erased all traces of magic back at the warehouse and restored it to an earlier 'quick save', even the most diligent of urban explorers wouldn't be able to tell of any activities having taken place there. Naturally, the cat worn his signature shit eating grin the entire time he sat across from the two loverboys, pretending to be an observer rather than the instigator that he is.

"So you were awake the WHOLE time?" London looked at the husky, confused. "I swear you were out like a light."

"Yeah, maybe if you tried to drug another husky. Not that I'm complaining, seeing how many hints I've dropped while we were playing mario kart. How dense could you be?" Toss pinches the tiger's cheek, pulling it to the tiger's protest. "I knew you spiked those drinks, and it took all of five seconds to cure myself with a recovery spell as soon as you carried me to the bed."

"Mas--" The tiger looks around instinctively, then lowers his voice to a hush. "Master said you didn't know about it!"

"First of all, you shouldn't trust him or his words." Toss pinches the tiger's cheek even harder.

"Ow!"

"And second of all, I didn't lie. Tossyboo didn't know about the pictures." The cat chimed in, emphasizing the last three syllables. "You made assumptions and that was easy to take advantage of."

"Okay! I learned my lesson! I won't do it again!"

"Ahaha no, you're going to fall for it a couple more times and pay for them." The cat laughs at the tiger's resolve, knowing fully well that he can outsmart the tiger.

"Shitty cat, can you at least promise to not irreversibly damage my boyfriend? I've only had him for all of three hours." The husky scowls at his master. "I'd like to have him alive AND sane for a lot longer."

"Now where's the fun in that? Some toys are meant to be broken. Repeatedly. And made to beg. Also repeatedly. Watch. Put your foot on my laps, kitty."

"But Master..! We're in public!" The tiger whines, but unfailing slips his shoe off and puts his right footpaw under the table onto the cat's laps. "Someone is going to see!"

"Dumb kitty, this is my cafe. It's the most secure place in a land without magic."

"What about him?!" The tiger tried to subtly nod towards the barista, and failing horrendously at being inconspicuous the tiger only caught the attention of the waitstaff otter all the more. The otter chuckles from behind the counter and goes back to wiping down the coffee machines behind him. "He saw e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g just now!"

Holding up his cup with his left hand, the cat sips his tea, looking damn pleased with himself. His right hand busy groping the tiger's foot. "Well, maybe if he asked nicely, I'll let him play with you too."

The tiger's prick involuntarily bobbled and scrunched his toes. The cat liked the way they moved across his fingers and palm. Soft skin, firm flesh, and oh-so-submissive.

"If the two of you are quite done." Toss finishes the sip of his extra black, extra strong espresso, and pulls a laptop out of his bag. "I'd like to get back to my studies. I'm going to be here all night. Thanks for the extra course work, by the way, Professor Magistratus."

"You're welcome, my dear star pupil." Still groping and rubbing the foot in his laps, the cat puts down the cup and snaps his fingers. Smoke engulfs the table top and, as it clears, the used tableware disappears and a newly filled cup of bean takes its place before the silver husky. "A reward. On the house."

"Wow. Such generosity." Unimpressed, the husky droops his eyelids and purses his lips. "Take notes Jord. You get abused for 12 hours, then rewarded with a single shot of java."

"Tell you what, pass the ancient runes exam, and I'll give you a toy as a reward." The cat winks at the husky. "That enough motivation for you?"

"I feel weirdly conflicted by the hint you just dropped, Master." The tiger was not amused, although he wouldn't hate it if his ownership was passed on to the husky.

"I didn't say I'm giving you away. Even if I hinted at it, you're still mine until then." The cat sticks his tongue out at the tiger and pushes his footpaw off his laps.. "Now come on, put your shoe back on, let's get out of here and let Tossyboo have his precious study time."

"I'll see you later!" The tiger kisses the husky's cheek. "Call me tomorrow!"

"No no no I've waited too long for just that." The husky grabs the tiger's shirt as the tiger breaks from the peck, and pulls his face in for a real kiss. London and Toss locks lips as the tiger licks at the husky, his tongue exploring the interior of his boyfriend's maw.

"Better?" The tiger looks into the husky's eyes.

"Much better." The husky smiles back. "Thanks for the fuel. Now get going."

"Alright. I'll head on home. Have fun studying!" London turns around and headed for the exit as Toss's laptop boots up. The tiger took all of three steps before stopping dead in his tracks, unable to lift his foot up.

"..Huh?"

"Going somewhere, dearie?" Saber asks -- rhetorically, if anything. The cat's magic spinning around his index finger, the tiger felt the all-too-familiar wind picking up around his calf, spirally out of the anklet with no release latch. "My my my my my. What a forgetful big kitty we have. Should I help remind you?"

Both London and Toss cocks their heads towards the cat at the same time, looking at their Master in confusion.

"As I recall," Saber starts, licking his lower lip in anticipation of the delicious reaction the tiger would give him in a moment, "a certain big kitty lost a widdle bet, and his feet belongs to me for the whole weekend."

"That's probably the dumbest bet to make, honeybuns." The husky returns his attention to the laptop where runes begin to scroll across his screen. "I can't even tell you how much you will regret it."

"...Help?"

"If I could magic the damn cat's contract away like Hollywood, I wouldn't be studying for his ancient runes final. There's noth-- oh! Contracts!" Tossinople shoots up as his memory jolts back to him. The husky releases a translucent white smog as he begins speaking again. "..Master, I'd like you to--."

"I'll give you a freebie this time, doggo." Saber cuts off the husky, snaps his finger, and cancels out the husky's magic. The white smog turns coal black and evaporates into nothing. "I thought I taught you better than to waste magical requests like this. My generosity has limits, you know. Next time I won't stop you."

"Here's the best offer you'll get, Tossyboop. Tiger's feet is mine until released on Monday at my dismissal, as our bet goes. When he's free to leave, I give you my word that he will suffer no irreversible or permanent damage." The cat puts his hand up in the air, swearing on an invisible holy book.

".. Agre-- wait!" The husky almost fell for the cat's trick. Recalling visiting another world with his Master just the week before, Toss remembers time doesn't pass at the same rate if Saber decides to take his boyfriend elsewhere. "Addendum! It's almost 9PM, so you get his feet for up to 50 hours 59 minutes of this world's time, starting now, as experienced by Jordy, whether in this world or another, regardless of that world's flow of time. I think that covers it."

"I'm impressed, kid." The cat looks pleased with himself. Toss, as the cat knows, is a quick learner. Even more so was his ability to pick up on the loophole he had unintentionally set.

"No trickery on my part was planned so I'll agree to those terms. However, until his up-to-50-odd hour's time is done with me, we will be reviewing a most erotic video that we've made together earlier, and I'll be sure to revisit every single tool I have in my arsenal, and the tiger's toesies will be bound, his soles roasted, tickled, licked, made to sweat, itched, may scratched or maybe not, definitely fucked a whole ton, whipped, snuggled, kissed, and repeatedly made to know who owns them now, and taught to submit to their Master, and so on and so forth, and if we still have time left at the end, maybe a second video will be made. Not in that specific order." The cat adds. "Any further complaints?"

"Well, sounds like that's the best deal we can get tonight. Enjoy those tiger soles, Master."

His newly developed foot fetish overwhelming the tiger's brain with lust, his prick couldn't stop throbbing and leaking pre at the Master's description of events. He wanted Toss to be his partner, sure, but it would be a lie to say he didn't want everything the Master said to be done to him tonight.

"I can't wait to get started with you, dear Lonlon." Saber twists his hand as he magics the first of his instruments of torture onto the tiger. London's shoes and socks melts into smoke, and reforms into a pair of metal boots locking both of his tender, soon-to-be abused feet above the ankle. The tiger's heart begins beating rapidly as he felt the first course of his torture. The boots comes to life and activates the magic enchanted into them, and as the interior temperature begins to rise, the tiger submissively spreads his toes to allow the heat to seep in. Soon, his feet would be sweaty again, and soon, his Master will have a taste of them for as much as cat wants.