Page 83 of Various Intentions

“Meow,” Vincent mewled, licking his lips and nearing Matteo with his chest lowered to the floor. When he got close enough, he rubbed his forehead against Matteo’s ankle.

“Good kitty,” I said, pleased that Vincent was playing along.

“Meow,” he said again, rubbing his cheek on Matteo’s calf, sliding his hands up the outside of Matteo’s legs. Soon, Vincent slid his fingers beneath the waistband of Matteo’s boxer briefs and pulled them down, revealing Matteo’s stiff cock, which bounced before him.

Matteo gasped, his eyes wide and fixed on Vincent.

“Very good, kitty. Now get Matteo to give you his yummy milk,” I said.

Matteo groaned and circled the base of his cock with his fingers, rubbing its moist head on Vincent’s cheek. Vincent turned and engulfed Matteo’s erection between his lips.

Matteo’s eyes rolled back in his head as Vincent got to work, whimpering and growling while he sucked and teased.

Matteo didn’t last long. His breathing ramped up as he steadied Vincent’s chin and thrust into his mouth, crying out as he came over Vincent’s tongue and chin.

“Lap it up, little kitty,” I encouraged as Vincent swiped at Matteo’s release and swallowed what he could.

“Mmm-m. Meow!” he said enthusiastically.

I laughed, then knelt and kissed Vincent with affection, licking up what was left of Matteo’s sweet spunk.

Matteo wiped himself with a wet cloth.

“Matteo, please take this kitty into the shower and give him a thorough rubdown. Clean his bits well because they are going on lockdown for at least a week.”

“Aweek?” Vincent spluttered, throwing me a horrified look.

“You want to make it two?”

“No, Sir,” he said. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Good boy. Now get in the shower.”

* * * *

Vincent lasted four days before he begged to be allowed to come.

“I did four loads of laundry, changed the bedsheets, vacuumed and mopped. I did everything.”

Vincent had followed me upstairs after work and was trailing me around the room, trying to convince me he deserved a reprieve.

“Did you dust?”

“I dusted on Tuesday.”

“So you didn’t dust today?”

“Well, no. But I—”

“Then you didn’t doeverything, Vincent.”

He looked crestfallen. “I’msohorny.”

I shrugged. “I’ll have Matteo milk you.”

Vincent sighed. “But it hardly helps at all. It just reminds me of what I’m missing.”

I stopped what I was doing and gave him a firm look. “You know, Vincent, this is very undignified behavior. If you need to use your safeword, do it.”