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Roth obeyed, and Aspen must have fisted himself since warm cum streaked his tongue a second later.
Oriel groaned. “Fuck, yes. Take the cream, kitty.”
His rhythm stuttered as he pounded, and he swore before he shoved himself to the hilt. Roth clenched around him as Oriel shuddered. Aspen moaned as ropes of his cum landed in Roth’s mouth.
Oriel dug his fingers in as he pumped out the last bit. He withdrew, and Roth’s throbbed.
“Swallow the cream. Good, kitty.” Aspen stroked under Roth’s chin as he swallowed the salty fluid.
Oriel reached around to take his balls, and he wasn’t exactly gentle. “Does kitty like the cream?”
Roth hesitated, and Oriel pulled just enough to make him worry. “Y-yes, kitty likes the cream.”
“See? I knew you were a slut. Say it."
"I'm a slutty kitty."
Oriel pulled just a little harder. "Do you want to get off?"
"Y-yes. Please."
"Too bad.” Oriel released him to stand, and his footsteps moved away.
“Poor kitty,” Aspen cooed before he pushed Roth’s head to the floor. “Maybe if you're good, we’ll let you cum, but you’re going to have to work for it without complaints. Or…” Aspen let go of his head and stood, but Roth had a feeling moving wouldn’t be a good idea.
A few seconds later, the whip cracked across his ass, and he sucked in a breath.
“What happens to bad kitties?” asked Aspen.
“They get punished.”
"Remember that. No touching yourself."
Aspen left him there. Roth assumed they were cleaning themselves in the bathing room attached to their bedroom, and he stayed put while the line across his rear stung. He fiddled with the bags on his hands and wondered why they picked such a strange thing to use. Partially to distract himself from his abandoned cock, he focused on the little nicks and cuts. A faint warmth blossomed on each one for a split second as he healed them.
Now he was as good as new for whatever else they had planned.
When the other two returned, one attached a lead to his collar and tugged on it. Roth’s face burned as he was made to crawl across the floor. The bell jingled merrily as he went and shame coiled in his stomach. When he felt the thick rug under him, he knew he was near the couch by the fireplace.
“Remember, kitties stay quiet,” Aspen warned him.
Aspen pulled off the blindfold as Oriel, entirely naked, flopped on the couch. He quickly tucked something down the cushions by his leg before Roth could get a good look at it. “Look at your paws, kitty.”
Roth looked down. The thick cloth was pink and completely immobilized his hands. Without the use of his fingers, he’d never be able to undo the little locks that kept the ties cinched around his wrists, and while it didn’t restrict his circulation, they were too tight to pull off.
Oriel smirked. “Look at the bottoms.”
Roth flipped his hands over, and his face burned. He’d been right about the stitching, but he hadn’t expected that. Dark pink cloth patches had been sewn on the bottom, and it looked like the print a cat’s paw would make.
“Those were my idea," Aspen said with a note of pride in his voice. "Now you’ve got pink paws and toes to go with your pink collar.” He reached down to flick a finger against the bell and make it tink.
“And now that you’re our kitty forever, we got you some other presents too.” Oriel pulled out a stick with shiny silk ribbons dangling from the end.
Oh, Elira, no. Roth was about to say some choice words when he remembered the warning to keep quiet. Aspen could easily go get the whip or the channeler that he’d left on the floor by the lone chair they’d set out to tie him to.
Oriel shook the stick to make the ribbons swirl. “Come on, kitty.”
Roth glared so hard, he was surprised Oriel didn’t shrivel on the couch.
