Prisoners of War - A Good Host
#13 of Prisoners of War (BDSM/Chastity Themes)
Prisoners of War - A Good Host
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Once the free ocean swimming time was over, Rei ushered his charges up into the house for a proper shower and a drying, to get the salt and algae from their furs. What the two didn't expect, he was sure, was that once they stepped out of the dryer after taking their turns in it, he was standing there, by the pool, with a stack of folded clothing on his paws.
"Now," said the white tiger, "here is something for you to wear."
The two very much naked felines looked at his with gawking surprise. They hadn't seen a shred of clothing on themselves for the past two weeks, but for the plastic cages that still covered their manly members, and the tiger offering them some garments to wear appeared to be a true source of astonishment. Rei felt quiet satisfaction at the fact - didn't it mean that they had gotten used to their nudity, and didn't think much of it anymore? He enjoyed that thought, not the least because of the pleasure he derived from seeing their bodies in the buff.
"Is that...is that so, sir?" Sardo asked in his most polite manner.
"Of course it is," the General replied. "I have a surprise for you, and it requires you to be clothed."
Gantan seemed to pick onto another idea, a hope, perhaps, of something else.
"Are we going somewhere?" the lion asked eagerly.
Rei chuckled.
"In a manner of speaking, yes," he said as he gestured with his stack, "come here and fetch these, they are fabricated to your measure so they should be a good fit. Come on, Gantan, yours is on top so you come first."
The lion approached somewhat warily, but accepted the offered clothing without more than a rumbled 'thank you, sir' from him before he withdrew and allowed Sardo his own turn. The two dressing felines soon discovered the exact nature of their garments. Their assigned clothing consisted of some comfortable slacks and a shirt, open-necked and somewhat loose on both of them. They were made of very soft, white fabric that rested itself lightly upon them. Rei was amused watching them tug on the sleeves and pants legs, trying to make the clothes feel natural, he supposed, after such a long time without wearing anything at all.
"They certainly look fine upon you," Rei commented once they were done, "I am quite pleased."
"Yes, sir," said Sardo.
"Are you happy with your clothes, Gantan?"
"It's...fine, sir," the lion replied after a pause.
"It looks very good," Rei said," I had your measurements in my file, but with your recent growth spurt, it was somewhat difficult to make sure that the fit would be perfect. I seem to have approximated it quite well."
The newly clothed pair did not comment on the General's skills as a tailor or a fashion designer. Rei acknowledged their dull looks with another chuckle.
"You're ready now," he said, "come and follow me, the food should be served."
"We're eating?" Gantan asked. He sounded hungry.
"Only the best for me and my guests," said Rei, "and guests wear clothes, don't they? At least they usually do until a certain point..."
He headed for the door, chuckling merrily along his ways, and was followed by a dubious duo further into the house.
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Gantan and Sardo had trouble believing that all the food that had been laid down on the table was actually meant for just them and their host. There were so many varieties, all carefully placed on their plates and bowls, complete with the finest crockery, cutlery and the Overseer dressed as a butler of sorts, in uniform and holding a wine decanter in his paws.
"The dinner is served, sir," the black panther bowed once they entered into the dining hall, "sirs Gantan, Sardo..."
They could only stare. Rei smirked at that, and rounded his way onto his own accustomed seat on the end of the chair.
"Sit down as you please," he waved his paw at the table, "and you may eat anything you like and as much as you like. This is for you as much as it is for me."
"This is...very kind of you, sir," Sardo said.
"Yes, sir," Gantan hurried to add.
"I give kindness whenever it is due," said Rei, "and I think you have earned some proper hospitality for all the hard work you have done so far. Please."
They found their chairs and settled in front of plates were simply waiting to be loaded with all the goodies from the table.
"Serve the wine, Overseer. For everyone."
"Yes, sir," the black panther complied.
Rei's glass was the first one filled with the golden nectar, followed by Sardo and Gantan, respectively. Afterwards the black panther withdrew, to place the decanter onto a nearby serving table.
"No pouring here," stated Rei as he lifted his glass, "as in any fine dining, one may not pour one's own drink."
"Quite the country squire you are, General," said Sardo.
Rei flashed him his perfect smile, and tipped his glass a little in the tiger's direction.
"Some trappings of it are more pleasurable than the others," Rei replied. "I am not beyond picking those that suit me the best. There is none here to judge me on my etiquette or my behavior. That is why I will drink what I want, eat what I want, and hold a banquet without shoes on..."
The white tiger chuckled with a pleased rumble at his own statement.
"Let us drink," he said.
They picked up their glasses.
"For...enjoyment," Rei stated.
He sipped demurely. His so-called guests followed suit, though with much less restraint. Rei was not surprised. They hadn't probably seen a drop in a matter of months, through the camps, the prison ships, the prolonged military campaigns they had all been involved in. Rei was sure that even a little bit of alcohol would break havoc with their systems.
"Go easy on it," Rei felt the duty to speak up, "there will be plenty, and this is not a quick affair. You are here for an evening of dining and drinking, one must pace one's self."
"Is this some sort of a special occasion for you, sir?" Sardo asked.
"Life is full of special occasions," Rei mused philosophically. "As long as you make them such, of course. So indeed, I do consider this one, by all means."
"Well I'm going to drink and eat," said Gantan as he reached for a nearby pot full of meaty stew.
"That's what we are here for," said Rei, as he leaned back on his luxurious chair. "Enjoy the wine, the food, the different tastes and scents, the company...all the little pleasures."
"It is a pleasure," Sardo said. "Thank you, sir."
"And just that, is it?" Gantan said.
Rei gave him a curious look.
"What do you mean, Gantan?"
The lion gestured at the overflowing feast on the table and looked at the white tiger sharply.
"I get the feeling that everything happening here has a purpose," he said ,"whether it's tying us down, knocking us out, making us exercise or giving us clothes. It all means something to you, doesn't it...sir?"
Rei met the challenge in his eyes with a look of his own. He could see the shock on Sardo's eyes, too, as if the tiger was pleading for the lion not to spoil things by picking yet another fight with their host.
Rei let out a chuckle at that.
"That is a rather...calculating view of me you have, is it not?" the General stated.
Gantan shrugged.
"Are you surprised...sir?" he made the question.
"No," Gantan said. "Why would I be? It is the opinion you have formed of me over the passing weeks. You have a right for it. You must see what I do here as manipulation. Whatever I do to your bodies...the clothes you wear or not wear...any corporal punishment...encouraging your exercise...that I can do. Your minds...that I cannot change. Manipulating your character with drugs or brain stimulation...yes, of course that could be done..."
"If you have - "Gantan growled.
"Of course not," Rei said immediately his voice louder, "that is but control. Controlling you through such means is...false. What kind of a control is that? A chemical confusion, an artificial susceptibility to suggestion...pointless...so very pointless..."
Gantan glared at the glass of wine by his plate, as if he suspected it was full of psychoactive mind control chemicals.
"No," said Rei, "here, there are only rules, punishments, and rewards, as in any military system. If you think anything else is going on, then you are sorely mistaken in your assessment of me."
"I don't think Gantan meant - "
Rei silenced the tiger with a raised finger.
"No, Sardo, I think he does mean exactly what he is saying," Rei said, "and that is what I want him to say. Your opinions are your own and formed by your experiences. I told you in the very beginning that you do not need to like me, or even respect me...but you have to behave yourselves."
"What is this about behaving now?" Gantan grumbled. "All I'm saying is that this all just seems like you want us to do something, or think something you want us to think."
"Of course it is," Rei replied sharply. "Of course it is, what else could it be?"
He gestured at the feast, and chortled.
"This was meant to be a gift," he said, "an appreciation of you, for the hard work you have done in your exercises. It has been a pleasure to see you two thrive in your regimes, to see some real wellbeing."
Rei shrugged.
"Of course I would prefer if you thought better of me," he said. "But I am your jailor in your eyes...in my eyes, too, of course. I lock the doors every night and open them in the morning. I decide when you eat, sleep, work, and...do anything, really. That is the state of things as they are."
"And you don't let us forget, either," Gantan huffed.
"I cannot," the white tiger rumbled. "Some things must remain as they are."
"I understand our position, sir," Sardo spoke up. "I know it is not up for discussion."
"I know what we fucking are," Gantan huffed, "prisoners and toys - "
"Toys?" Rei questioned. "Interesting choice of words."
"I don't know exactly what's going on," the lion continued, "but we're not exactly here to do forced labor as far as I can tell. We simply seem to be here because you want us to be here."
Rei chuckled.
"Maybe I am simply making sure you are up to the hard physical labor that is to follow by getting your strength up first," he said.
"I'm not buying that," Gantan said.
"As is your right," Rei replied.
The lion shook his head.
"What right?" he stated. "I didn't know we have any rights left."
"Of course you have," the General said. "You simply insist on creating yourself a victim."
"We're not," Gantan snapped. "We're just prisoners. I refuse to be a victim."
"Good!" Rei declared. "Very good."
"Why is that?" the lion challenged. "Why would you think so? Didn't you say you want us to be good prisoners who obey your rules?"
"Obedience does not equate to victimization," Rei noted. "It is simply a matter of self-preservation."
"Should we feel threatened?" Gantan pressed on.
Rei rubbed his muzzle, briefly, before looking at Sardo.
"What do you think, Sardo?" he questioned the tiger. "You are being very quiet, unlike your companion. What is your opinion?"
"Don't push this on him!" Gantan snarled.
"Sardo?" the General wouldn't budge.
The tiger looked at both the lion and the white tiger while he formulated his answer. It did take him a moment before he spoke again.
"Sir...I..."
"Just take your time."
"I think...I think...we...we should just do our part," Sardo spoke.
"Your part?" stated the General.
"As your subordinates," Sardo replied. "Whether we like it or not."
"Definitely not," Gantan added.
Rei chuckled, and picked up his glass of wine.
"That, I suppose, is the question...and it's all about your disposition...whether to like this...or not..." he stated before taking a hearty sip. After that he dapped his muzzle with a folded napkin and then looked at a sour Gantan.
"Don't stare at your plate like a starving man," Rei said. "Eat, drink, enjoy yourself! Give your stomach the treat it deserves!"
"I'm going to be eating," said Gantan, as he began to load his plate.
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