Gift - A Free Dinner
#1 of Gifts
An older story I wrote as a gift to CheetahLover.
A Free Dinner
A loud bell tolled five times. The cheetah held his crimson coat tightly around him, the collar turned up against the wind. The wind bit harshly into his fur as it whistled through the streets, loud enough to drown out the five o'clock traffic as car horn blared against car horn just a few steps away, like bulls screaming and butting heads together. He was standing in a long line that stretched along the sidewalk, leading to a brand new restaurant. A banner flapped urgently in the breeze, a puppet, trying to shed its strings and yearning to take flight to the skies. The strings held fast. From the angle where he stood, Demitri could barely make out the words "Grand Opening!" written out in dark red letters on a gold background. Even though it was only a dozen yards away, it looked very, very far from where he stood. As he shivered, his mind reeled to the events of the past that had led him here, desperate to escape the unpleasantness of the present.
Hours ago, he was sitting comfortably in his chair, in his home, ticking away at his keyboard, composing a tale about one of his most recent exploits, when a knock echoed through the house and shattered his train of thought. He grumbled, stood up, and stretched. He felt his joints pop as he reached toward the ceiling, and then shrank again, licking his lips. He passed by a clock on his way to his front door, taking a moment to glance at it. "Half past noon," he grumbled aloud, and his stomach grumbled back in response. He opened his front door just as another knock came through it, leaving his uninvited guest leaning forward awkwardly, his paw frozen mid-swing. The cheetah took a moment to look his guest over. He was a slender black-furred housecat with crimson red hair, dressed in a pinstripe suit, wearing a silver tie. The shorter feline looked up at him and straightened his tie professionally. Demitri smirked down at him. "Yeah?"
"Mister Demitri Deharo?" the cat asked, his eyes growing a little wider. "I have an invitation from my employer to you. He would like you to join us later today at our new barbeque restaurant's grand opening." A white gloved paw held a small card out between two fingers.
"That's me," Demitri replied, as he took the card from the eager cat. "You say this grand opening is happening today?"
"All the details are included in the invitation. We sincerely hope to see you attend. Have a good day, Mister Deharo." The cat took a step back, bowed low, and then walked away rather quickly, his tail swaying high in the air. Demitri watched him leave, staring at the crimson tip of the cat's black tail, wondering if the cat had heard of his hobbies. After closing the door against the cold air, he looked the card over carefully, front and back. The front was embossed with a matte red and metallic gold logo that read "Dicks" in large, round letters above a stylized silhouette of a backyard grill. The cheetah grinned, pondering whether the lack of an apostrophe was intentional or not. He flipped the card over and read it aloud to himself.
To Mr. Demitri Deharo
As owner of Dicks, I would like to extend a formal invitation to have you join us at our grand opening celebration downtown at the corner of Main Street and Sixth. If you attend, you will be treated as a VIP, with all of your indulgences being on the house. We sincerely hope you will attend today at 5:00 PM.
Sincerely,
N. K.
Owner
Demitri now held the same card tightly in his paw, standing in line at the barbeque, wishing that he'd reconsidered. The weather had taken a colder turn in the early afternoon, and it now seemed that they were in for a storm. As if on queue, a lightning bold struck nearby, the thunder drowning out the wind, that had been drowning out the traffic, which had been drowning out the unhappy complaints of the patrons waiting in line with him, which were growing louder every second as it began to rain. He felt like every one of his senses was being dulled, and took a few moments to realize that someone had been tugging at his coat. He glanced away from the street and looked down at the same black cat that had delivered the message, wearing the same pinstripe suit. "Mister Demitri, please come inside with me." Not being one to decline an opportunity to skip waiting in line and getting soaked, he hurried behind the housecat, huddling inside his coat.
"Thanks for letting me skip the line," the cheetah mumbled, brushing beads of water off his fur onto the mat at the entrance before they had the chance to soak into his fur. The smell of cooking meat wafted into his nose, making him grin in excitement. He'd not had a real sit-down type meal in a few weeks, and he was finally looking forward to getting one here, and for free, no less. He blinked a few times, and looked around. The establishment was dimly lit, but because of the stormy weather outside, his eyes didn't need any time to adjust. They grew wide as apples as he took in what he saw. Whatever he'd been expecting, this wasn't it. Men, naked men, surrounded him, smiling up at him eagerly.
"Welcome to our establishment," the black cat purred. Paws began to grasp at Demitri and undress him.
"I will take your coat, Mister Deharo."
"Your shirt is soaking wet, Mister Deharo."
"Your pants go so well with your pattern, Mister Deharo."
Demitri shuddered and blushed, struggling helplessly as eager paws stripped him of every scrap of clothing he had. Nude, he stood in the doorway to the restaurant, covering himself with both hands and his tail. He was blushing red under his fur, bent over in embarrassment. "What's happening?" he asked, feeling violated.
"Your clothes are wet, Mister Deharo," the black cat purred back at him. Demitri looked up slowly, mewling as he saw every eye in the restaurant turned in his direction. There was dead silence for a long moment before he realized that the black cat's pinstripe suit was gone, and he now wore absolutely nothing except his fur. His hands and feet, previously hidden, were a deep crimson color, like the tip of his tail. Between his legs was a small pouch and a sheath, also crimson red. "It's unfortunate, but we are unable to control the weather. I do hope you understand." At this, the cat puffed up his chest proudly, accepting a clipboard and pencil from eager paws. "I will be your waiter for this evening. Will you please accompany me to your table?"
The cheetah slowly let his paws and tail relax, dropping them to his sides. As long as everyone else is nude, he thought to himself, I guess I don't need to hide myself. Might even enjoy this.
He glanced around nervously as he weaved between tables, with many "excuse mes" and "pardon mes" and "I'm sorrys," realizing that the only people in the restaurant who seemed to be naked were himself and those waiting on him. He felt more and more excitement as curious eyes followed him in the room, little points of light gleaming from behind each in the moody lighting.
"Watch your step, Mister Deharo," the black cat purred, leading him up a few stairs to a square table in the center of the back of the establishment. Standing here, Demitri looked down, realizing that he could see the entire restaurant. His paws wandered down again to his crotch, realizing that this meant that the entire restaurant could also see him, standing completely naked. The black cat led him to a glass table with no cloth, and Demitri gazed down at the surface. He saw himself, naked, gazing back at him. The cheetah gasped as warm paws found their way to his sides and slid down his fur. Two men, a lion and a skunk, were caressing his fur with their fingertips. His paws grasped theirs reflexively as he squirmed and smiled, tickled by their sudden attention, and he felt their fingers clasp his wrists.
"What's going on here?" the cheetah asked, suddenly worried that this had been a trap laid by someone who wanted revenge for something he'd done. He struggled as a chair was pushed under his legs, and he was made to sit down.
"You, Mister Deharo, are our honored guest. We're here to make you feel good." The cat presented a folded, laminated menu to the cheetah. "We'll do whatever it takes."
"Demitri," the cheetah said, gritting his teeth. "It's just Demitri, and you can explain what's going on here."
"I'm handing you your menu, Demitri, sir." The black cat was still purring, a menu clasped in his outstretched paw. "You may have difficulty ordering if you don't know what we have to offer, sir." Demitri felt his arms being released from the paws around him, and growled softly at the people around them as they backed away. He reached out and grasped the menu and opened it. His mouth fell open for a second time as he read it slowly.
"Cock salads, cock steaks, cock... stew? Is this for real?" Demitri looked up at the cat, who stood feet away and was still purring at him. The feline reached forward, his finger trailing down the menu slowly until it stopped at the bottom on a small paragraph. Demitri read silently, then read it again aloud. "Due to the immense worldwide overpopulation and approaching food shortage, many governments, including our own, have mandated laws that permit the harvest and sale of genitalia as food, often granting large sums of money to those who volunteer their own parts. We understand that the ingredients on this menu are not appealing to everyone, and regret any miscommunication that may have led you to believe that we serve any food besides male genitalia. Here at Dicks, our stock is selected from volunteers only, and every set is pre-screened twice before harvest for maximum quality and freshness. We hope you enjoy your meal!" Demitri cocked his head a little, looking up at the black cat. "So it's not a typo, then? This place really is called Dicks, with no apostrophe?"
"That's correct, Mister Deharo. Demitri, I mean. Sorry." The cat stopped purring, and then cocked his head in the same way as Demitri. "What would you like for your main course?" Demitri immediately turned the middle page back and forth, his eyes skimming quickly, then locking onto the word "Steaks." He felt his cock grow hard as he read this section slowly, mouthing out the various species from which he could order. "Canine, equine, feline... Wait." He eyeballed the price of a horse steak. "Fifty dollars?"
"It's free for you, Demitri." The cat puffed up again proudly. "And it's a very large steak, plus it comes with two side dishes."
"Well, I'm definitely having that," Demitri immediately responded. He flipped the page back, then forth again. "As for the sides, umm... Surprise me."
"Very well, sir. How would you like it cooked?"
"Medium, please." A pencil scraped against paper.
"And to drink?"
"Surprise me again."
"Very well again, sir." A pencil did some more scribbling, and then the black cat handed his clipboard to the naked skunk, who bowed and hurried down the stairs and began weaving his way between tables. Paws reached out and groped him as he passed.
"How long do you think I'll need to wait for this?" Demitri held his growling stomach with one of his paws, looking down at it, finally getting used to being nude in this public establishment. His eyes focused on his erection, visible clearly through the polished glass. He felt fingers clasping down on his shoulders, massaging his tense muscles.
"Not too long, I expect." The cat was staring down at Demitri's erection as well, his eyes dilated. "We'll bring the stallion out in a few minutes and let you inspect the cut personally before we remove it. Would you like assistance in taking care of your urges, Demitri?"
"You'd do that?" The cheetah asked, intrigued, but only for a moment. The housecat had answered his question by crawling underneath the glass table and taking the hard barbed shaft all the way into his mouth, purring and suckling on it like a kitten stuck to his mother's teat. Demitri spread his knees and moaned softly, watching intently from above the clear glass. "Slower. I want this to last." The housecat obediently slowed down, loosening his hold significantly. Just then, a horse whinnied beside him, drawing his gaze upwards. The skunk was back, and had led a blindfolded brown stallion to the glass table.
"Do you find this cut to your liking, Demitri?" The skunk smiled warmly as he spoke, his fingers teasing along the stallion's hard shaft. Precum pooled on the glass as the huge cock throbbed. A massive ballsack was being pressed hard into the edge of the table, containing grapefruit-sized orbs. The stallion struggled, gagged, with his arms bound behind him. "Please, feel free to inspect it yourself."
"With pleasure." Demitri's paws began gliding over the rock hard pole, fingertips inspecting every vein, every crevice. It was huge, at least two feet long, and also warm, smooth, and pounded hard along with the horse's heartbeat. The cheetah leaned forward and sucked some of the pre from the stiff tip, rolling it around his mouth. It was a perfect specimen. "Yes, this will do very nicely."
"Very well, then," the skunk replied. He pointed at the stiff member and two other waiters, nude as everyone else that had been tending to Demitri, stepped forward and quickly banded the cock. A knife flashed in the dim light, and eager hands caught the horse's pride as it fell towards the table. The horse whinnied through his nose again. Cum oozed out of the horse's groin as he was turned and slowly led away, wobbling awkwardly as he barely kept himself upright.
"Woah." Demitri stared as the two-foot-long cock as the skunk held it up to his naked chest and began to carry it away, weaving between the tables. His mind reeled at what he just experienced. This was actually happening. He was the guest of honor at a restaurant that only served cocks as food. He squirmed as the thought brought him closer to orgasm, resting his paw on the back of the black cat's head as he thrust forward a few times into that eager purring maw, dumping his load straight down the tight throat. The cheetah's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he moaned loudly, suddenly wanting the entire restaurant to stare at him and know his pleasure. Paws moved from his shoulders to his chin, tilting his head back, and lips from people he couldn't make out were pressing against his, moaning back into him. This went on for a long time, during which Demitri found himself brought to a loud second, and then a louder third orgasm, caused by the attention paid by the housecat's experienced mouth. Paws were stroking all over his fur, lips were being planted on every inch of his body, and that cat hung off his cock, nursing from it like a kitten and milking the cheetah for all he was worth. Abruptly after his third load began squirting into the experienced maw, the paws and mouths left his body. The cat looked up at Demitri from beneath the table as his face was painted with ropes of pearly white, and platters were suddenly being set down on the glass between the two felines.
"Your meal, sir." The skunk was back and setting down platter after platter on the glass table, and began lifting the lid off of each one. "Your grilled horse steak, sir. For the side, we have an alligator salad and wolf stew, and an aged red wine to drink."
The housecat's paws clung to the cheetah for a short while after his cock finished twitching, and Demitri felt a raspy tongue cleaning his shaft thoroughly while he surveyed the enormous meal before him. The steak had been cut into twelve pieces along the entire length, each two inches thick. The stew looked thick and creamy, and the salad crunched under his fork as he stabbed into it. His stomach growled loudly, demanding that he stuff it as quickly as possible, but he denied its request. This was a meal he was going to enjoy very slowly.
The cat merged from beneath the table as Demitri began collecting cock meat and vegetables from the alligator salad onto a fork. The two made eye contact. Demitri stared down at the cat as red paws began to wipe at his face, cleaning it of cum. A quiet purr began to escape from his lips. The housecat cleaned and cleaned, staring up at the cheetah in adoration. A minute passed before the silence was broken by the smaller feline. "Thank you for giving me your cum, sir."
Demitri shook his head while chewing his bite until he swallowed. "Thank you for sucking it out." The cat beamed up at him.
"Raise your hand if you need me." The cat stood and gracefully walked away, his tail held high. Demitri reminisced briefly on the time that same cat delivered the invitation earlier that day as he finished his salad. He ate the rest of his meal in peace, with the black cat making a round every few minutes ensure that all was going well. His wine glass was never less than half full, the stew was as delicious as the salad, and the steak was absolutely divine. He managed to get through three of the twelve slices before he set his fork and knife down on the table and leaned back in defeat, clutching his bulging stomach. The cat whisked up to the table from somewhere out of sight.
"I'm going to need the rest of this to go, please." Demitri gestured at the eighteen inches of horse cock in front of him.
"Absolutely, sir. I'll get this wrapped up for you." The cat snapped his fingers and the skunk reappeared from the same nowhere, grasping and carrying away the platters. "In the meantime," the cat continued, "the owner would like to have a word with you in person. Would you do me the honor of allowing me to escort you to his office?"
"Sure," the cheetah answered with a quiet groan. He stood up slowly, his head a little light from the wine, and his stomach weighing as much as a large stone. "'S the least I can do for the free meal." Demitri stretched upwards, feeling his joints pop as he reached toward the ceiling, and then shrank back down.
"Thank you." The black cat led the cheetah down the steps and into the hidden nook into which he and the other waiters kept disappearing. He was led through the kitchens, full of tidy chefs searing severed dicks on open flame grills, through the butchering room where different animals were being called by species up to a block to have their pride removed, and into a clean hallway. Demitri was looking around, mesmerized, at the operation as they passed through. Finally, they reached a door labeled "N. K." The cat walked right in, and the cheetah followed, eying the vacant room.
"This is a pretty nice place," Demitri mused. His eyes drifted around the room. Bookshelves, a desk, general officey stuff was placed around the room. Everything was made of red felt or dark mahogany. He doubted that much of it would actully be used. "Where's the owner?" His eyes fixated on the purring cat as he asked, who was taking a seat behind the desk.
"I'm right here." The naked black and red cat cocked his head a little, smiling. "I own Dicks barbeque, and I invited you here because, well, I've been a fan of yours for a long time. I got the idea for this place from you, and I thought you'd enjoy what we have to offer." He began to purr again.
"You know, I kinda had a feeling that was the case." Demitri smiled back at the black cat. "You seemed a little too attached to me to just be a waiter."
"I'd like to give you something else," the cat said, changing the subject. His voice was quieter now. A paw grasped a drawer and pulled it open, and from it, retrieved a black box. His eyelids fluttered closed and he passed it over the desk slowly, almost reluctantly to the cheetah. Demitri accepted the box carefully and placed it on the desk, then slowly opened it. His gaze fell on a medium-sized penis, attached to a long black leather cord. The cheetah's fingers reached in and removed the bauble, turning it this way and that. The letters 'VIP' had been branded into one side of the shaft some amount of time ago, the skin having been allowed to heal fully before it was cut off.
"This is yours, isn't it?" The cheetah asked. The smaller feline smiled and nodded.
"Wear that in," he replied, "and you'll get that treatment every single time. The meal will still be on us." The door swung open behind the cheetah and the skunk glided into the room, holding a large brown leather bag, the same color as the stallion from before.
"Your take-out, sir." The skunk held up the hefty bag full of horse steak.
"Perfect timing," the cat purred. "Can you show our guest outside? I expect he has an interesting story to write."
"That, I may." Demitri accepted the leathery sack from the skunk. He looked back at the black cat one last time before following the skunk back out the way he came. The cat smiled, crooked his head, and purred as they made eye contact, and then watched the cheetah leave with his tail held high.