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Chapter 10: Dinner Party

Bolt watched with great anticipation from the slightly obscured view his high chair offered him as Yuri deposited a generous amount of sauce-covered spaghetti noodles into a ceramic bowl. This was shortly followed by several large, steaming meatballs which the tiger carefully tucked into the spaghetti with the end of a wooden spoon. The tiger repeated this movement three times, and by the time Cinder had finished setting the table for the two of them Bolt was practically drooling at the smell of the home-made Italian dishes.

"I see this time you managed to place the knife on the right side of the plate."

Yuri quipped, tossing a coy look over at Cinder who had seated himself at the

table. The caracal's tail twitched, and a slightly cowed expression formed on his muzzle as he intently avoided eye contact with the tiger having eyes only for the dish clutched in Yuri's paw. Taking the silence from the smaller cat as confirmation, Yuri placed the dish in front of him with a flourish before raising it to his muzzle, blowing a chef's kiss towards the caracal's direction. Cinder smirked, before glancing sideways towards Bolt, his eyes taking on a mischievous gleam.

"Should I help the puppy with his din-din?"

He posed, his tone adopting a slight lilt to it as he batted his eyelashes at the

seated canine. Bolt gave a shy smile in return, unsure of whether the question was intended as a genuine offer or more just to simply tease him. Yuri appeared to consider the question at first, before nodding approvingly and setting Bolt's steaming plate on the table in front of the highchair.

Bolt looked longingly at the waiting plate as he swallowed his saliva that had formed underneath the nipple of his pacifier gag. After the exertion of being tied up in the front room, he had worked up a significant appetite. The feeling of helplessness and dependency on the two cats was enough to fluster him into being mute, and there was a sudden tightness developing in the front of his diaper, pressing against the plastic leg separation of the highchair. The poor husky was now hungry and horny, and hoped despite the excitement of the bondage equipment that they would indeed begin to eat soon.

"Alright, let's eat!"

Cinder stated a little too loudly for being indoors; Yuri nodding sagely in agreement. Bolt watched in mild disbelief as the two cats sat down at the table, digging into the dish with gusto while leaving his pacifier lodged snuggly in his muzzle. He suckled on it hungrily, chewing on it gently with his incisors as he saw Cinder take a forkful of swirled spaghetti noodles and deposited it neatly into his muzzle. An expression of deep satisfaction spread over the caracal's muzzle as he took apparent care to slowly chew on the morsel, savoring its flavor. Yuri was likewise enjoying himself, nodding to himself as he cut into a meatball with a knife and fork, blowing on the piece of meat gently, and finally taking a delicate bite.

Bolt was unsure of how to respond. He wanted to indicate to them to that he

wanted to eat as well, but was afraid of appearing bratty. The husky figured that they might simply tease or ignore him, calling him fussy and further prolonging the time before he was finally able to satiate his gnawing hunger. He was staring at them with eyes that were practically begging them to feed him, and only after Cinder glanced at him were his concerns addressed.

"You never replied to my question, sweetie. Does puppy need help with his

din-din?

Bolt nodded vigorously, having few other options given the pacifier-gag pressing down on his tongue, his ears flopping forwards and backwards from the intensity of the motion. He would happily play along with the role of being a helpless baby at this point, and was willing to shoot for flying colors on his performance if it meant getting to taste some of Yuri's cooking.

Yuri pushed himself back from the table, nimbly rising up to his footpaws as he padded silently behind Bolt's highchair. The canine felt a tug at the back of his head as the tiger's claws fiddled with the lock holding the strap firmly over his face, before with the sound of jingling metal clasps he felt the pressure loosen. Bolt opened his mouth, allowing the pacifier gag to drop forward directly into Yuri's waiting, opened paw.

"Good puppy."

The tiger murmured, setting the pacifier and strap down on the kitchen counter before resuming his seat at the kitchen table, picking up his fork once more.

The canine's patience was soon rewarded, as after Cinder finished another painstakingly long session of chewing, the caracal reached over with his cutlery and cut into a meatball on Bolt's plate. The canine watched, nostrils quivering as the scent wafted over to him as Cinder moved the fork up to his mouth. Bolt leaned forward, accepting the bite. A shudder ran down his spine as the savory flavor alighted on his tongue, and he chewed gratefully. It was delectable, despite his own hunger being the best chef anyone could possibly be, Yuri's cooking was immaculate.

He opened his muzzle once more, now rewarded with swirled noodles around the fork that Yuri had proffered him. The two cats were now paying close attention to him, and even through the haze of relief at being able to eat Bolt found it a little overwhelming. The hulking figure of Yuri delicately feeding him small bites combined with the petit, athletic figure of Cinder doing much the same made Bolt's insides twist. They were rather attractive furs, taking apparent delight in treating him as if he were no older than a year old and very much needing help in feeding himself.

As was the nature of being fed such a dish, as Bolt progressed through each

offering some of the sauce spilled onto his front, along with the occasional stray noodle. Being bound as he was, he could do little about the fact that he was eating rather messily, and had the sneaking suspicion that it had something to do with Cinder's influence. Yuri clucked his tongue disapprovingly as he noted the mess that now stained the front of Bolt's white fur, now appearing to have an orange hue.

"We always forget the bib, don't we?"

The tiger rumbled, pointedly eyeing Cinder with suspicion who merely smiled

back innocently. Turning his attention back to Bolt, the caracal stuck out his lower lip, giving Bolt an expression that he could only describe as 'kitten eyes' as he spoke in a soft, sweetened tone.

"Did my little puppy make a mess with his puh-sketti? D'aw, li'l guy just can't help it now can he?"

Bolt's face was bright scarlet, and his heart began to beat in his chest as Yuri decided to chime in as well.

"I'm surprised it didn't make its way onto the floor, were you just a little too

excited for Yuri's puh-sketti?"

Bolt was now visibly flustered, unable to speak as Cinder pushed yet another forkful into his open muzzle. As he chewed, trying his best not to splutter from the embarrassment, the caracal reached forward and scratched him underneath the chin, cooing and speaking as while Bolt swallowed his mouthful.

"Such a good little puppy! Eating up all of his little num-nums! He's such a good boy!"

"Such a well-behaved little tot we have on our paws."

Yuri chimed in as well, reaching up and scratching the canine between the ears. The affection and praise was nearing over-stimulation, and Bolt could only beam in response as he continued to accept each forkful. His face hurt from the blushing and the close-mouthed smiling; he felt his heart fluttering in his chest from the combined praise. The two felines were relentless, feeding him morsel after mouthful while showering him with praise. Cinder continued to carelessly allow more and more of the spaghetti to fall onto his chest and the tray table, the mess growing substantially every time Bolt was fed. Whether this was intentional or from the previous drinking, the canine was unsure, although he had a sneaking suspicion it was a combination of the two as Cinder seemed to be the kind of feline to simply go with the flow.

"Here comes the airplane little guy!"

Cinder exclaimed, making a big show of moving the fork up and down through the air before landing lightly inside of Bolt's muzzle. While the canine had never imagined his two coworkers lovingly feeding him a child's meal, Bolt found himself relishing the experience. It was rather stereotypical for him to be indulging in the generic praise kink many canine species harbored, but at the moment he was heedlessly leaning into it. His tail wagged through the slot in the back of the highchair, eliciting several loud crinkles from his padding that the felines picked up on. Yuri joined in, his throat rumbling out his own commentary.

"And here comes the choo-choo train, ready to go through the munching tunnel."

Bolt accepted the bite, chewing before offering a small yip of gratitude to the tiger. The sound caused the two cats to beam, briefly glancing knowingly at one another before resuming their affections. Cinder tickled the canine underneath the chin once more, while Yuri ceremoniously reached around the highchair's back and patted the husky on the exposed, padded rear.

"Our little pamper packer."

Yuri praised, giving the husky a wink as he swirled another round of spaghetti around the fork. Bolt's wagging increased in stamina, and Cinder took a moment to deposit his fork down on the plate before clasping his paws underneath his right cheek as he turned wide, kitten-esque eyes towards his boyfriend.

"Yuri, can we keep him? He's so cute!"

Bolt continued to wag his tail, his ears perking up as he looked expectantly at Yuri. The tiger rolled his eyes, looking over to Cinder before responding.

"You say that about every stray we let through the front door, you know how much work taking care of a baby puppy is? You have to clean up after them, you know."

Bolt was now being talked about as if he were not there, the cats' words passing over his head and further indulging the sense that in that moment he was indeed very small.

"It can't be that much work having to change a puppy's diaper in addition to a kitten's diaper."

Cinder grinned, waggling his eyebrows at Yuri who rolled his eyes in response, grumbling under his breath as he continued to feed Bolt.

"Sure it isn't..."

Bolt was now beginning to feel sated, but he continued to stay on his best behavior for the two as the contents of his serving began to dwindle. He was properly full now, and the sense of satisfaction that came with the delicious dish had relaxed the canine. There was a small twinge in his lower abdomen, but he ignored it for now as he continued to bask in the attention of the felines. His chest and upper abdomen was now properly stained with sauce, and he imagined that he appeared a little ridiculous given the fact that he was not only full of dinner, but covered in it.

"I think somebody is due for a bath, eh Cinder?"

Yuri eyed Cinder, clearly still blaming him as the cause for the pasta catastrophe that Bolt had painted over his chest. Cinder appeared as innocent as he could, his nose still a little red from the drinks he had downed at the bar. Bolt tugged inadvertently at the straps holding his paws to the side, reveling in the sensation of restriction. The cats might as well have had him on the other end of a leash, and the knowledge that they were keeping him secure and helpless was the cherry on the cake. He could not have resisted if he tried, and the ever present beguiling charm of the two felines' treatment was profoundly intoxicating.

"How about you get started on the dishes, kitten, and I'll go run the puppy a bath."

Cinder nodded, appearing to take this as the olive branch for making such a mess, and stood up to gather up the plates. Yuri got up as well, leaving Bolt in the highchair as he made his way towards the stairs. Bolt remained where he was, having little choice to do otherwise as Yuri began to tidy up. The caracal kept himself busy, stopping only once by his highchair to scritch him briefly between the ears, before giving his padded bottom a firm yet loving pat.

"Baby."

Cinder commented in a loud whisper, and Bolt shyly looked away as his tail

once more began to rapidly wag back and forth at the attention.