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Dean Can't Enjoy His Sandwich Copyright 2016 Simplemind

Dean was just in the kitchen, making himself a sandwich. He had returned from work only minutes ago and was about to wind down for the rest of the evening. Done with putting everything together he put the ingredients back into the fridge, when he heard the front door opening.

It was Garret, who likewise returned from his job. The big cat and Dean shared the apartment as roommates for about two years now. With the plate in his hand, the fennec moved to the living room, placing his meal on the coffee table. "How was your day?" the fox asked as Garret joined him.

"Rather exhausting," Garret answered and put his keys down. "Yours?"

"Pretty much the same."

Dean watched as the massive cat dropped down into the comfy armchair. With a relaxed sigh he leaned back and finally could release his paws from the thick boots, he had to wear at the construction site he worked on, and put them up on the footstool. Then he switched on the television.

Stretching and wiggling his toes Garret moaned, "Man, I've been in those the whole day!" With a grin on his feline face he added, "A nice, relaxing foot massage would be just the thing right now." A short moment passed before the cat waggled his feet again. "Dean, would you be so kind, please?"

Of course Dean had no intention to do so, and that he wanted to make clear. "I sure as hell won't! Find someone else to massage your sweaty feet! I just made myself a sandwich," he said indicating the piled bread on the table. "The smell would just spoil my appetite."

The black cat pointed a threatening finger towards his paws. "Actually, this was not a question," he clarified.

Garret knew fairly well that the fennec would never yield that easily. Dean didn't simply want to be dominated, he wanted to be forced into submission! He got excited if men that were bigger than him humiliated him and bent him to their will. But of course he would never ever admit this!

"Do it yourself, if you need it that desperately!" Dean suggested, still refusing to touch the cat's feet. "I just got back from work myself and I'm exhausted too!" And with that he turned around and marched into the kitchen. "For now I'll just grab a limo and eat my sandwich."

Admonishingly Garret rose his voice, "I will not say this a second time!"

But Dean didn't listen and went on.

Before the small fennec could reach the refrigerator, Garret was out of his seat and marched after the insubordinate fox. With his long legs he was at him in seconds, grabbing him roughly by one of his giant fennec ears. Yanking him back into the living room, Dean protested loudly.

"Ow! What the hell is up with you?! Let go of my ear, you moron!" Naturally, Garret did everything but! "Ah, geez! Garret!" Dean continued and tried to wrench from the far taller cat's grip. "Stop it! You're hurting me!" But it was in vain.

Back at the armchair, Garret forced his roommate, face down, onto the ground. He let go of the poor guy's ear and pinned him down with one foot.

Dean rubbed his abused ear and frantically tried to escape, rolling left and right. But all it took Garret to keep the smaller man put was to add more of his weight onto Dean's slim frame.

Furiously Dean barked at the cat atop him, "Get the hell off of me, you bastard!"

But he only was silenced with more pressure on his back. Garret was now almost standing on his struggling victim. More and more Dean felt the air being pressed form his lungs and eventually he gave in.

"Alright! Alright! I'll do it! I WILL DO IT, OKAY?!" he exclaimed angrily. "Just get the fuck off of me already!"

Satisfied Garret let go of the fennec, took his seat and put both his feet up on the footstool again, where they hung right in front of Dean's face as he got up. "Well then...." the feline spoke, wiggling his toes once more. "You may start."

Hesitantly Dean stared at Garret's huge paws, covered in black fur like the rest of his body was, save for his pinkish pads. "I can't believe I'm really doing this!" he muttered.

"Believe it or not," Garret said. "But go to work already!"

Reluctantly Dean took Garret's huge paws into his own delicate ones and began to rub them. His tiny white fingers contrasted with the cat's huge, black toes in size as well as color as they worked between them.

Dean wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Good Lord, Garret! When did you least wash those?!" Being trapped in the man's work boots for a whole day to marinate had left Garret's paws with a powerful smell. The horrible stench made Dean's task even more demeaning.

Focused on the television, Garret said, "Keep your mouth shut and go on, or I'll have you wash them afterwards too!"

Grumbling, Dean went on and kneaded his roommate's feet, massaged his pads and rubbed his heels, while the cat relaxed and watched TV. He didn't even want to imagine how bad his hands would smell after this was over!

"...Actually," Garret mused. "That's not a bad idea, Dean. A nice, relaxing foot-washing would be an enjoyable thing right now." Again the fennec grumbled displeased. "How about you add some tongue to your work down there?"

"WHAT?!!!" Dean protested loudly. "What do I look like? Your personal foot cleaner?! There's no way I'm going to lick your gross, stinky feet! Forget about it!"

"Don't force me to get the belt out, Dean!" Garret warned him.

The short fox knew the pain that belt inflicted only too well from the last time Garret had disciplined him with it. Not keen on a repeat performance, but also not too fond of the idea of having to lick the cat's dirty paws either, Dean made his puppy eyes. He had to get out of this somehow. "...Garret..." he pleaded, "...come one... please!"

But Garret's mind was set. Sternly he pointed down to his paws and said, "Do it!"

Defeated, humiliated and degraded Dean leaned forward. The sharp smell got even worse. Slowly he drew his tongue out and brought it nearer to the large, warm and raunchy paw between his hands. With a long gulp he swallowed the knot in his throat and put the last bit of dignity he had left aside and pressed his tongue against the cat's pads.

Grudgingly he dragged his small tongue over the disgustingly damp surface. The taste was a sick mixture between salty, stale and sour. "Urgh..." the fox made as he finished the first lick of many yet to come.

All the while Garret leaned back and relaxed in his comfy chair, unwinding after a hard day of work in front of the television. Satisfied he let the small boy tend to his sore soles. The fennec's discomfort didn't concern him in the least. Then, suddenly, the pampered cat noticed a tasty treat waiting for him on the coffee table.

"Hey! That's mine!" Dean sneered at the thief. "How about you move your lazy ass and make your own?!"

Annoyed Garret snarled down to him, "If you won't keep your mouth shut now, you can continue with my boots after you're done down there!"

Not really wanting to have to lick the dirty and muddied work boots clean as well, Dean kept shut and continued to lap at the sweaty paws while Garret ate HIS sandwich. Not only had he been forced to massage the cat's feet and clean them with his tongue, but now he also allowed him to steal his food away!

"This is really good," Garret remarked between bites.

Grinding his teeth together, Dean tried to ignore him, when suddenly his fur bristled. It wasn't because of what Garret had said and it wasn't about the obnoxious taste in his maw, even though it really was a reason to be horrified! It was because of what he had just heard being announced in the TV.

With relish Garret laughed out with his mouth full of Dean's dinner, bouncing in his chair that the fennec could feel the vibrations through the cat's soles on his tongue. "What a coincidence!" he said still chuckling. "Looks like my favorite series is about to be aired in a marathon!"

With dread in his eyes, Dean looked up, through the two large paws that blocked most of his view as he still kept licking them. He saw Garret's gleaming face laughing at him and he knew immediately that the cat had had just the same horrible idea as he had.

Having downed the last bit of what was supposed to be Dean's dinner, Garret laughed anew and added, "Well, I guess this will be one looooong evening for you, Dean! Hahaha!"

THE END