M/M - Cat in the Wall - 5
Chapter 5
"..Come again?"
"That won't be the last time you'll be saying that," Saber giggles at the tiger. "To me anyway."
"Real mature. Now are you going to tell m-- OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!" London hasn't even finished his question before seeing the black stuff explode into flames before dying down into a bright red glow. Even more suspicious was that he was watching Saber the entire time and the cat have done nothing to light the fire. "HELP!! Master Saber! Put it out!!"
"It's fire, not a cucumber. Calm your knickknacks." Saber holds his hand out to let the flames lick around his paw. He then touches the tiger's foot paw to show that his hand wasn't hot at all. "See? Nothing. I need to prep your feet for roasting too."
"I thought you were going to jus-"
"-You said you didn't want to be tickled on your feet. Now you don't get tickled. We're both happy."
"No! I don't want this either!"
"Demanding aren't we? Anything else I can get you, sir?" Saber sarcastically remarks, putting on his best an English butler accent. "A warm hand towel? Tea and crumpets? With milk and sugar, sir? Maybe a massage?"
"My freedom!"
"We'll see how that plays out." The cat playfully tosses an egg timer into the air and catches it with his other paw. Twisting it to 60, Saber sets it down next to the flames, giving a full visibility to the tiger. "An hour, starting now, as discussed. Ah, that reminds me. Lon-sy boo. What'd you get on your Stats-A02 midterms?"
"Fifty seven." London had no time to react before offering up his embarrassing grade.
"No, I mean, what'd you get *before* the bell curve."
"..Forty nine. Oh my god. Why am I telling you this?!"
"Tsk tsk. That's not even a c-minus anymore. You really should consider spending more time in class than on Tossyboop. If you haven't figured it out already, you're being compelled to tell the truth. Even if it's a half truth. If your mind is a trained mental fortress, you're allowed to omit facts as long as the words coming out aren't entirely false."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"For a dumb kitty like you, convicing you to answer is child's play. Say I was interrogating a hardened criminal instead and I have sixty minutes to save a life, do you think I have the leisure to play twenty questions? Ask the same thing three different ways to make sure they're not omitting something I need?"
"No..?"
"Exactly, so the third effect is kicking into overdrive like the nerves on the end of your feet will be, and you're going to have so so so much fun with it." Saber picks up a barbecue fork and stabs a sausage into both prongs. Opening a pack of bacon with his claw, the cat takes out a liberal amount of the maple-y fatty goodness and stacks them on the prongs before topping it off with another big fat sausage. "For example, bark for me, kitty cat."
"Arff! What th--"
"-again."
"Arff! -hell? Third effect?!"
"See? Forced obedience. Fun times ahead for all! Now tell me, have you come to terms with crushing on me yet?"
"Yes! I-I mean yes! Wait! Wait!!" The tiger failing miserably at stopping himself. "What I really mean is n-n-nyyes!"
"How sweet of you. Excited about the foot roasting?"
"Why would anyone be.. excited.. about that?"
"Very nice work around to answering but I doubt you did intentionally." Saber was impressed that the tiger figured out a loophole -- even if it was an accident stemmed from the tiger's inability to understand the rules of his compulsion. "Moving on! Doesn't the fact that I'm gonna be the one roasting your feet make it that much more arousing?"
"Oh god.. oh god.. yes." The tiger couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. "It's.. kind of sexy."
"For the record, that second part was all you. This kitty cat didn't ask that kitty cat for that kitty cat's opinion." Saber paused to look at the screen to see the tiger's face writhed with embarrassment.
"Mnnnngg..!! No! That was.. That was totally n-nhnnnggg. Nttthhhhh? Nnnnhhhhhhttttt!!" London's voice wouldn't obey him. "Why can't I say it?!"
"Isn't being compelled to telling the truth so incredibly unimaginably fantastic? You can try and try but you can't tell lies. Oh... and just one more exercise before we get to the fun part, kitty cat."
Dropping the kebab he's made for himself next to the fire, the cat weaves his freed hand through the dancing flames and grabs hold of something invisible. As Saber lifted his hand out of the fire, London saw ribbons of smoke escaping from between the cat's fist. The tiger watches as Saber smacks the same hand directly in the middle of both of his soles, and London yelped. As soon as the cat lifted his paw off, the tiger could feel the heat of the fire radiating on his soles as his pads instantly grew warm.
"Let's hear your meow, London."
"Nyeow!" London's body jumps at the cat's command immediately. "..Thanks. That was degrading."
"Just had to check if you had a cute meowing voice. Otherwise this recording would be worthless. Sooooooooooo.. let's get the foot roasting started." Saber pulls out his own phone and taps on the settings for the live feed. A moment later two new things popped up on the HUD: a temperature display with a tiny thermometer icon sitting at 30 degrees celsius and a counter sitting at 0000.
"Temperature tells you how hot the fire is. Silence makes it go up one degree per second. Meowing makes it go down one degree. Anything other than meowing makes it go up five. You have been generously and fairly warned. Counter shows how many times you meowed and we'll get to that later. You have to last.. Egg timer says 51 minutes, any questions?"
"How do I give you the PIN if I can't ev--" The tiger notices as the thermometer pulse red on the screen and 30 rapidly jumped to 85. A new fire icon is popped up next to the
"OH SHIT!! YOU TRICKED ME" 110 degrees. Three fire icons flashing red and white.
"FUCK! MEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEO--"
"Ppppfftthahahahaha!!! I didn't press start yet!" Saber couldn't help himself but laugh at how panicked the tiger was. "I'll let you play this game first. Let you hold on to that silly hope that you could still win. But if at any point you want to concede and give me the PIN and decide you'd rather be my footbitch for the weekend, maybe get your ass pounded too while you're at it, just scream 'I surrender' and give me the number."
London felt his cock harden as he imagined for a moment his master fully taking his body, for the whole weekend, made into his bitc-- no!
"So I meow for 50 minutes and I win." The thermometer jumps to 120.
"Yes, you'll be free to go as soon as we take a look at your meowing high score and give you a little reward. And, for the sake of fairness--" Saber picks up London's cellphone and wakes it up from sleeping, showing it to the camera so that the tiger could see it's currently Saturday at 1:36PM "That's the time, one-thirty-six. When we're done I'll show you the time again. 50 minutes starting now."
The Cat puts London's phone down and swaps to his own. A couple taps later the tiger could very clearly feel the fire intensify. "Just to be extra nice to my favorite big kitty cat, I've reset your boo boos just now. You should be thankful. And, for your information, I do think you've vastly underestimate how hard this is going to be."
"Meow.. meow.. Meow.. meow.. Meow" London paces himself, watching the temperature switch between 30 and 31. This isn't going to be hard at all. He'll end up with a sore jaw for sure but he'll show Master Saber up. Just keep it going right at 30 degrees. It's been five minutes so far and there's nothing to this. The warmth is actually pretty nice on his feet, compared to--
"Hey London. When's your birthday again?" Saber picks up his kebab again, and angles the sausages and bacon lewdly between the tiger's soles over the fire.
"Me-December 10th-EOW!!" The tiger instinctively answers the question, momentarily distracted by the thought of his Master's cock ramming between his soles. His attention quickly turns to the digits that jumped from 31 to 41. The fire reacting to the tiger's mistake and burned exactly ten degrees hotter. Having forgotten they're still stocked, London tried to pulled his soles back from the flare. Shit! That damn cheating cat! London had completely forgot to factor in being compelled to answer everything the cat asks of him. That's why the cat made those rules!
"Mrowmrowmowmowmowmow mowmowmowmow! Meow meow meow meow!!"
"Oh right, right. December 10th. That's just coming up in, like, two weeks. I should get you something for your birthday then. How old are you turning now?"
"Meow!! M-m.. m-meow TWENTYMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOWMEOW!" Scrunched his toes in preparation of the sudden burst of heat. Thankfully, not as much as his previous answer.
"Twenty meows, huh? Neat!" The cat teases. "Help me out with present ideas. Would you like a dinner?"
"Yes! meow! Meowmeowmeowmeowmeow! Stop! Mrowmrowmrow! Asking! memeow! Moowwww!!! Mrowowowowowowowowowowowowowow!" The temperature is barely going down!
"Cool. Dinner is awesome. That last stretched out mrow, by the way, counts only as one. No cheating!"
You should talk!-- London screamed in his head. His soles sweating profusely from the ever growing heat beneath them.
"Dinner and a movie?"
"Yes me--"
"And a birthday kiss maybe?"
"ow-yes meowm-"
"Cake?"
"-eowyesme-"
"Candles or sparklers?"
"-Ow- SparklersMEOWMEOWMROWMROWMROWMROWMAOMAO!!" London continued screaming his meows into the mic, his feet stinging from heat. The cat's rapid fire questions had lulled him into spiking the fire from a comfortable warmth to a stabbing hot. He had no chance to lower the flames before the next question came. His meowing just isn't catching to the spikes. At this rate, the cat really is going to have roasted tiger feet for lunch.
"Now for the cake. There's vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and orange sherbert. Cookie and cream. Red velvet. I think tiger foot bitch is also a flavor. Hazelnut. Black forest." The cat watches the tiger meow as quickly as he could to bring the temperature down, patiently waiting to negate all of the tiger's hard work. "I personally like cookies and cream. What flavor would you prefer?"
"RED VELVETMEOWWOWWWWWWWWWWW!!" The tiger wiggles his toes and squirms his foot back and forth, fanning it in the air looking for any hint of relief only to be given none. His meows becoming more frequently slurred, which only worked against him when none of them was registered by Saber's app. Does he really like Red Velvet? Oh my god, who the hell cares about cake right now!? Well, maybe if it's Master Saber coming out of a gian--
"Speaking of red velvet, guess what color your soles are going to be when we're done." The cat watches as the bacon lightly sizzle. Just in time! Yummy bacon fat for yummy tiger soles. "You are going to love this."
London isn't given time to respond between his meowing when he felt the wet slickness on his foot. The cat rubbed and coated his paw pad, then all over his toes. The bacon fat melted from the flames was dripping all over his soles, and the cat is using the meat to make sure they got everywhere. Watching the screen he could see Master Saber fuck his slick oily arches with the sausage and his erection grew still. Sweat and bacon fat drooling from his toes all the way down to his heels before dripping off. Meowing the entire time, London helplessly watched as every last inch of his soles had been coated in the aromatic oil. Even though he didn't have a foot fetish, he's beginning to see the appeal in it. God, they look good enough to eat. If he's getting out of this alive, London, for the briefest of moment, thought that he'd definitely have to try eating something messy off his own soles when nobody else is home. By the time Master Saber was done with the soles, the tiger had been given a chance to cool the flames and maintain it at a more comfortable 30 degrees. Still 42 minutes remaining.
"They look good, don't they?" Saber pokes at the tiger's toes with his sausage. "Your delicate, sensitive foot paws being roasted and tenderised."
"..Yes. Hngg! Mrow!!" Oh god, what's happening?
"Mind if I have a piece?" Saber pushes the end of a sausage between the tiger's toes, fucking them with the meat.
"Mrow!! No.." London couldn't push out the thought of how erotic it would be for Master Saber to go to town on his sol--That's wrong though! But is it? He's the Master after all..
"Just for me, right?"
"Mrow!!" London squeezes his eyes shut and nods his head furiously. The heat is spreading throughout his soles. The oil is diligently absorbing all the energy from the flames and transforming the tiger's white soles into a shade of pink. "..Just for you Master!!"
Still meowing away, London's cock stands fully erect. Tears are starting to well in his eyes. The tiger doesn't know what exactly is triggering the high he's on -- the rollercoastering heat on his soles, the way Master Saber is turning him into his personal foot bitch, or that love struck, puppy crush feeling pounding in his chest. With what little rationality still functioning somewhere in the deep recesses of the tiger's mind he knows that this is nothing more than a beautiful lie told by the aphrodisiac in his system... but what if? He couldn't just ignore the possibility, however miniscule it may be, that the black cat might have a thing for him. Right? Master Saber loved even the smell of his feet. Even if it's just his feet so far. That counts for something, right? Every time he thought of Master Saber, London's brain dumps out another euphoria-inducing load of serotonin and the blissful intoxication renews again. Master does make him happy. Very happy. He should make Master happy, too. Now if only that sausage between his toes was Master's--
"Mreoooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..!" London tightens the muscles in his crotch and moans as his cock bounced. With just the right thrusts he could barely tickle the tip of his cockhead against the silky lining of his cage. The tiger's privates aches to be touched, perhaps caressed by Master's fingers. London recalls the warmth and softness of his master's furry hand on his soles just an hour ago. So incredible it was. So much better than the heat. How good would that feel on his damn aching cock right now. If only Master could dominantly grip it, take the control away from him, give it a few real strokes, maybe even cup and fondle his balls--
"I can see everything, kitty cat. You're not allowed to cum. That's a command."
"Nooooooooohhhnnnn..!" London groans as he continues to push his cock against the silky ceiling. Before he knew it, being given instructions by Master Saber has become incredibly hot and erotic. His monotonous meowing has since been mixed with lust and arousal from deep within his throat. Mewing like a whore in heat, the tiger lulls his tongue out of his mouth and drools drip down the side. All of which captured by the recording.
Master Saber was right. London didn't care about being recorded anymore. In a way he silently hoped that his master would watch the recording from time to time; just so a part of him will always be with his Master. And if it makes Master happy, then it's worth it. The tiger slows his meowing to let the fire heat his soles up. Knowing that Master Saber had his eyes glued to his feet, London wanted to give Master an enjoyable show by spreading and wiggling his toes. Each second ticking by meant the flames got warmer and warmer and his feet became even more slick and moist from the bacon fat dripping from his sausage toe fucking and the natural sweat seeping out from between his toes and across his soles. Fanning and spraying his toes London hoped for nothing more than for his Master to enjoy his deliciously pinkening soles. It might be the tiger's imagination but it felt like his ankles were more free to move than before. Something changed at this moment - whether it was in the tiger's mind or the shackles around his ankles - and London autonomously decided to rub the Master's meat between his toes.
Taking note of the sudden change in behavior, Saber holds his meat still to allow for London's pseudo footjob to take place. Even though interrogation and information gathering was the black cat's specialty, he was still somewhat surprised by how soon the tiger gave in to accepting his lust. Somewhere within the tiger's spirit there must be an incredibly repressed submissive ego and Saber fully intends on exploiting the hell out of it, wring every last drop out. Feeling an unusual sense of generosity towards the tiger, Saber fiddles with his phone out of the camera's view. The temperature cruise control was activated and stayed at a warm 45 degrees -- just enough that the tiger's sole won't be damaged but still hot enough to make the tiger's sole redden and sweat and give off that delicious musky London aroma.
Having started stroking the juicy, oily meat, London closed his eyes and imagined that the thick girth of meat belonged to his Master. Large enough that it forces his toes to spread out. Maybe after this Master could take his virgin hole. He belonged to Master, after all. That train of thought, along with other lewd situations he could be caught in with Saber, entered his mind in an endless stream. With his erotic imagination encouraging him, London mentally placed himself pumping harder and faster on Master Saber's cock and stroking and gripping and squeezing with his toes when he felt warm sticky jizz shot out between his toes and the top of his foot. London panted and opened his eyes to see the black cat slowly turning around to the camera to give him the most disapproving look.
"M-Master.." London whined. The black cat thought that the tiger might just be the cutest victim he's ever interrogated.
"My.. my stuffed sausage.. though.." Saber couldn't find an excuse to be mad at the Tiger with that ahegao expression on his face, as if the tiger had just experienced the most intense orgasm of his life. Even though he spent the extra dollar to get the mozzarella stuffed ones. Well, at least now I know the tiger's.. Very talented at something he had never done before.
"S-sorry Master!! I didn't mean to!"
"I'll punish you later for that."
"Yes Sir, Master!!" The tiger gulps, but he couldn't lie to himself anymore - he's.. actually excited and looking forward to what Master has in store for him and his soles. Taking a peek, London noted that there's 23 minute remaining on the egg timer. That's 23 whole minutes dedicated to pleasing Master before this fantasy ends. The Tiger wiggles his bright red toes in excitement, and couldn't wait to see what Master would use his feet for next.