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Casey is not a particularly big individual, no rodent could ever be, and in retrospect getting involved with the mafia, particularly in financial business, was not the smartest idea he had ever had. Sevro was an iron fisted feline and when he demanded money you had best have it. Debts were not a thing one wished to accumulate when dealing with any 'family' man, but particularly not Sevro. Anxiously Casey ponders the events which had lead him here, none of them good. Though he wants to run he makes note of the two goons guarding the exit. His wormy tail twitches more frequently the more the stress settles into his bones.

Finally he is granted entry to Sevro's quarters though no one carries him there, making his walk of shame feel much longer and heavier than it might have otherwise. Big cats like these boys tower so far above him, and he barely reaches the height of their ankles. The room he comes to is dimly lit, cliché black leather furniture and a red carpet, perhaps to hide the bloodstains. People don't usually leave the mansion in good condition.

Sevro himself is a sphynx, all wrinkles and lack of fur, tattoos around his neck and the cigar in his mouth make for quite the intimidating appearance. He sits, one leg crossed over the other on the large leather couch, a goon standing on either side. On the dark coffee table before him sits a glass of red wine which he takes a quick sip from. Then with a drag of his cigar he blows smoke up at the ceiling and slowly tilts his head down, intimidating , and looks at Casey. Golden eyes consider him before the cat raises his hand and waves it about dismissively.

"I don't think I'll be needing your help for much, boys," he hums, a smirk pulling at his lips. A sharp glinting tooth can be seen under that crooked smile. "Mousing is my specialty."

Without a word the goons at his sides exit the room, along with the crook who had lead Casey here to begin with. The door closing is a thunderous sound, one that solidifies the knowledge that they are now alone together. Casey can barely contain an anxious shiver.

The sphynx takes another long drag off the smoke before leaning forward, legs uncrossing to rest his elbows upon his knees, and he snuffs out the cigar in a fanciful ashtray.

"Well it has been a while, hasn't it," he hums, voice far too affectionate and welcoming for comfort. "Listen, Kiddo, I know this is your first rodeo here, but when it's time for my clients to pay up I expect the dough."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sevro, I just need a little more t-," his sentence is cut short when Sevro raises a wrinkled hand and hisses, silencing the rodent suddenly.

"Hey, hey. I gedd'it yeah? We all fall on hard times, right? I feel yah, but a deals a deal. You knew the terms when you took the loan, I'd expect you to make good on that. But like I said, it's your first game 'o chess so I'll cut you some slack."

Casey's shoulders relax with a sigh, a look of pure relief washing over him.

"Oh, thank you so much! Really it means a lot to me your're too kind! I promise I'll have-," he doesn't get to finish before Sevro quiets him once more. He takes note of the sharp claws, extended as the gangster waves his hand, and gulps. Sharp as knives.

"Like I said, I'm gonna cut you some slack, but you aren't off the hook, capiche? So now we need to figure out what we are gonna do to make sure this little mistake don't happen again. And I think I know a way to get it through that little mousy head of yours."

The rat's nerves are about him again and he finds himself looking around, as though perhaps there is some escape, some miracle to save him from whatever this cruel man is about to do to him.

"Come on now," Sevro drawls. "It ain't gonna be that bad, I'm goin' easy on you. Remember? Now come here." He motions with a claw for Casey to come closer, he doesn't.

Casey is frozen where he stands, petrified save for the shiver which causes him to tremble from his ears to his tail. The cat's brow narrows, the crinkles in his peach skin deepening. The warning glare is like one Casey has never seen before.

"I said," the don half hisses, " Come. Here."

This time he does. He approaches at a hesitant pace, and there at Sevro's fine polished shoes he stops. Casey is an ankle high and nothing more. That foot raises and he finds himself bracing, body tense. He is given a light bump with the tip of the shoe, enough to make him stumble slightly but nothing more.

"Climb on up here and let me get a better look at you."

His eyes are still on Casey while he climbs up the couch, he desperately wants to use the leg of Sevro's slacks to hoist himself up, but he dares not. Climbing the furniture is a task and he's near winded when he reaches the top, but reach the top he does.

Sevro motions with one finger for him to come, then pats his thigh. Casey is hesitant but finally he complies, crawling up on his leg and nervously looking up to him. The sphynx chuckles and those gold eyes look over the rodent in question, as though he hasn't searched him up and down countless times since he'd entered the room. His smirk is poison.

His claw hooks Casey's clothes and he licks his lips dangerously. His teeth are yellowed from years of cigar smoking, sharp like needles. It takes all of Casey's strength not to let his expression become one of horror.

"Been a while since I caught myself a mouse." said mouse is completely mortified by these words. "Heh, no worries. I ain't gonna hurt yah. But I am gonna give you a lil' demonstration here, just to show yah how I deal with naughty rats who don't make good on their word."

And with that his claw cuts through the material of Casey's clothes like butter -- shredding them all, including undergarments -- with no effort at all. Casey's chest is full of the air he reflexively sucked in, his heart pounding to beat the band. He has no time to react before Sevro's paw clenches around him, then hoists him high up in the air.

Sevro slides down in his seat, and adjusts his paw till he can dangle Casey by his tail over a sharp toothed maw.

"Now let me tell you something, Kid, a cat's gotta eat, and when there ain't no money, you can't fill the tummy. Capiche?"

Overloaded by the don's hasty actions Casey finds himrself occupied with the most easily processed fact, that he is naked, and quickly his hands move to cover his body. Sevro shakes him hard by his tail and Casey nods profusely.

"Capiche!" the rat cries, voice now a panicked shriek. "I promise I'll get you're money! I'll have it by the end of the week! Just - oh God - don't eat me!"

His words run together in his hysteria.

"You didn't give me my money when I needed it, knowing you had a deadline for your little debt. Well I still gotta eat, and you're lookin' real... Filling."

The sphynx opens his mouth wide, he releases the tail pinched between his thumb and pointer. Casey feels the barbs of that wet red-pink tongue when he smacks against it, rough and ominous. The smell of red wine masks some of the lingering tobacco smoke. Then Sevro's mouth closes around him. He takes a panicked breath as Sevro's lips meet and he finds himself trapped in the darkness of this wet cavern.

He try to scramble to the front of the don's mouth, away from the soft pallet, but his mouth hollows and that barbed tongue brushes through Casey's fur, trapping him against the roof of his gob. The rat squirms, hips rocking and chest writhing in an attempt to break free. Instead he only succeeds in grinding against the offending appendage that rakes the hair on his body.

A low hum vibrates out of Sevro, causing the chamber of his maw to tremor, jostling Casey to his core, deep into his bones. He tries to squirm again and this time Sevro eases the pressure with which he is sucking, parting his lips to allow Casey a gulp of air. The rat pushes his head into the dim-light, reaching out with his arms. This earns him a chuckle from the don.

Rolling onto his back Casey places his hands below the cat's whiskers and tries to pull himself free. He tries not to think about how drenched he is with the feline's spittle, to ignore how warm it is in his mouth when compared to the cold room. Sevro's teeth press down on him, it's not comfortable by any means, and for a moment he thinks he'll dare to bite into him. He doesn't.

He curls his lips in for another hard suck and the rat gaspz. His tongue forces Casey's legs apart, glides over sensitive areas between his thighs, and the tip flickers against his groin before retreating.

Sevro suckles on him as though nursing a piece of hard candy, hard pulls followed by release and a satisfied hum for good measure. Perhaps if the situation were less of a threat to his life Casey would consider the encounter seductively intimate, as it stands now, he does not.

Casey is a sweating, gasping mess when finally Sevro is finished, and his lips release him with a loud pop. He falls haphazardly from his mouth and into his lap with a cough. Whining, he tries to wipe the moisture from his coat.

"See, Kiddo, no harm done. But you get the idea don't yah? You make one tasty snack, and I'm an awful hungry cat. I wouldn't push your luck with that in mind."

Casey sputters and wipes his eyes, trying to nod his agreement. He promises himself that next time he will have the money. If he doesn't, he knows Sevro will make good on this warning. The last thing he wants is to glide down that croaky throat and into a rotten gut like like Sevro must surely have.

"Glad we're on the same page. Boys," he calls, and the door opens on his command.

Casey -- still unclothed -- reaches to cover himself.

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"Find our lil' guest something to make 'em decent, yeah?"

The goons nod and one approaches to scoop Casey up into his oversized paw. The rat huffs a few more anxious breaths and looks over to Sevro whose face has turned sickly affectionate once more.

"One more thing, Kiddo. I like you, so I'll tell you what, I'll give you two more chances. But three strikes and you're out. Still, that should give yah some time."

He stands from his seat, the first time since Casey been in to visit him and approaches a cabinet whereupon there are countless bottles of various wines. He chooses one, returns to his spot on the leather sofa, and refills his glass.

Tilting his head back he takes a fair gulp, presumably cleansing his pallet of Casey's taste.

"But that don't mean there won't be consequences, yeah? A big cat gets hungry after all. So even though you got time, I'd knead that dough sooner than later if I were you. Otherwise -- the next time we gotta repeat this lesson -- I may just take an arm, or maybe one of those thick thighs of yours."

The smirk on his face is so wicked that Casey feels it churn his stomach. He can't get it out of his head, not even after the goons remove him from Sevro's presence.