Smitty grinned and reached into the bag, taking out the ordered lube.
“Hold him,” Victor said suddenly, reaching to take the lube and tail from Smitty. “As his new papa, I should do this for my sweet kitty.”
Smitty and Jonesy held him fast.
“Try to relax. This is going to go in regardless,” Victor said, squirting some cold lube from the pump onto his bared pucker. Kris then heard the squishing sounds of Victor rubbing it all over the dildo end, then the hard, blunt tip was pressed against his anus.
Kris refused to weep. He’d agreed, knowing it was to go in his ass. He wouldn’t let them take it having been his choice away from him, making it all about what they wanted.
“Bear down, “ Victor said.
Kris gritted his teeth and did so, thrusting his ass back as he felt the head begin to pass his inner ring.
“Ah!” he cried out sharply, immediately angry with himself.
“It’s in,” Victor said. “Just need to finish the sliding the rest of it inside.”
Kris panted as a fire lit his nerve endings.Oh God, oh God, oh God, he chanted mentally as he forced himself to accept the rest of the intrusion. Then it was done.
“There now,” Victor said, patting him. “No, don’t let go of him. I have to finish the fastenings and he doesn’t have the hood on,” he berated his men.
Kris twisted his head about, trying to see what else Victor was going to do. His eyes widened as he saw the buckled straps and padlocks. Victor threaded the leather straps through loops around his ankles and wrist, leaving a finger’s width beneath them ass he buckled them. He finished each off with a small, but sturdy, padlock to further secure him. That done, he brought over the mask. Kris couldn’t help it this time. He began to thrash as it went over his head, blocking his vision and covering his nose.
“Please, I can’t breathe!” he screamed.
“Shh, of course you can,” Victor replied in a reasonable tone. “If you couldn’t breathe, you’d not be able to speak.”
Kris began to hyperventilate.
“Shhh, “ Victor reiterated. “Calm yourself. I’m going to adjust the mask so your nostrils can get air, but you have to remain still.”
Kris felt strong hands tugging the mask. He willed himself to take a slow breath in through his nose. He could get some air, but not much. What if the mask shifted again? Then he felt it. Two hands once more gripping his head, tilting it to one side as a soft but firm wet something slid into his nose, before being repeated for the other side. Tubes, he realised. Victor had pushed air tubes into his nose and through the mask. He took another breath in through his nose.
Oh, thank God, I have enough air.
He was so relieved that he sat there just enjoying being able to breathe while they looped a collar through the loops about his neck, not rousing until he heard the snick of a padlock once more. He jerked his head at that, then froze as he heard the soft jingle of a bell.
“Such a pretty puss,” Victor said, running his hands along his back. “Put the harness on him and fasten the lead to it so I can take him into the lounge. Corrie is about to come on, and you know Mum likes me to watch it with her.”
“Jonesy, you do it while I go make Mum’s tea for her. I picked up a box of Jaffa cakes for her yesterday.” Smitty released him and he could feel his absence as he stepped away.
“Okay,” Jonesy replied.
Kris felt a gentle hand petting his head. “Mum will be so pleased. We haven’t had a cat since Socks died.”
Kris opened his mouth to make a comment he knew he’d probably regret only to find a bit placed between his teeth. He felt it fastened together behind his head.
“Almost forgot your whiskers,” Victor said.
“That’s cute, Boss. Gags him and the little white whiskers on the ends really make him look even more like a cat.” Jonesy chuckled as he lifted one arm and then the other as he placed him in some sort of harness.
“There you go, sir.”
“Excellent. I think I shall let Mum name our new cat,” Victor said, tugging a lead that had been snapped onto the harness.
Crazy. They are all fucking mad in this house.
“Just follow Papa,” Victor said in a tone usually reserved for babies.
Kris did what he knew he must, were he to survive until he could be rescued. He blindly crawled where he was led, all the while trying to not jostle the tail that still stung around where it was lodged, every movement triggering licks of flames that made his eyes water.
