Chapter Thirty-Six -- Will You Tell Me If I Go Too Far?
It was definitely a hurdle to focus on the topics he was supposed to be teaching Rusty while there was something like that burning his retina from the corner of one eye. Was that a sign that Rusty knew about his secret identity? If that were the case, why wasn't he mentioning it out loud? The chances were Rusty was looking forward to teasing him over it, with the intention of making him give himself away. But if he did that, was that the most satisfying end for Slicky Coolplums?
Of course, there was an equal chance that Rusty, tired of waiting for that threesome, had put into action the sexy threat he had issued some time ago. He wanted him with a cat tail up his butt so that he could indulge in his fantasies. Yes, that was just as credible a possibility. At the same time, it was difficult to tell which one of those variants was the truth, as Rusty, sitting across from him, seemed very much into paying attention to the information being taught to him, with no sign on his face that he was up to no good.
Matty willed the beating of his heart to go down. It was all fun with Rusty, and even if he had realized who Slicky Coolplums truly was, it looked like he wasn't mad about it. That was the best conclusion to reach for the time being, and he liked it very much. So, maybe, just maybe, Rusty didn't mind a little bit of playing and beating around the bush in regard to the true identity of the cat boy. He took some liberty in watching Rusty across the table and decided that he would play it cool until the unavoidable unmasking. He so hoped he wasn't wrong.
"Okay, I'm quite puzzled," he eventually said as he closed the textbook in front of him. "You really applied yourself today. What gives?" He hoped his poker face was completely unreadable.
Rusty appeared not to think anything about his poker face, either, which meant that it was working. However, there was no point in celebrating victory; after all, with Rusty, everything was a fun war of attrition, right?
"I wanted to be a good boy so that you won't say 'no' to that." Rusty gestured vaguely over his shoulder, but they both knew what he was talking about.
Matty felt his cheeks getting warm, as his eyes moved to the offending object that lay on Rusty's bed, as if it was waiting to be used. "Okay," he said, his throat getting dry, and all the courage he had mustered for himself just earlier completely gone. "You know I'm not that hard to convince."
"You're not that hard yet," Rusty said with a devilish grin.
Matty rolled his eyes, using that as an excuse to look away. Did Rusty know? Or was he still completely in the dark? He also had to focus on the other important part, which was to find out why Rusty was hiding his amazing singing abilities behind a mask. In his case, he knew why he was donning a cat boy suit at night; it had all been part of a strategy to get the king of Sunny Hill to himself, one way or another. It didn't matter that Slicky had grown into being his own thing, and now Matty didn't have it in him to abandon him, especially since Rusty enjoyed his time with the cat boy so much.
"So, what do you say?" Rusty asked and leaned over the table, pushing the textbook slightly away so that he could get as close as possible.
Matty decided to give himself a pat on the back later for the -- presumably -- cool face he offered as he looked into Rusty's eyes. "Yeah, why not? But why now?" he asked, feigning complete innocence.
Rusty smiled. "I asked Slicky about that threesome, you know? The one you said 'yes' to."
"And?" Matty asked, swallowing the big lump in his throat with plenty of difficulty.
"Can you believe it? He said 'no'," Rusty replied. "I'm counting on you being more open-minded than him."
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Rusty felt a particular kind of elation as he watched Matty. His sexy tutor was, apparently, in no mood to reveal himself as Slicky, and that was fine by him. It went to show that all his presumptions about Matty's double persona had been right on point. Playing with a cat was, therefore, in store for him, and it was starting right now. Of course, at the end of it all, once he had Matty completely cornered and had him surrender in both his shapes, it would be so amazing that he should fear some kind of explosion or implosion might occur inside himself.
"Let's see you with it on," he added. "Since you're not that hard to convince and all."
For a second, Matty appeared to reconsider, but, in the end, he nodded and stood. Rusty took his hand and dragged him toward the bed with a big smile on his face. Oh, damn, Matty's cheeks were so red now, they made him want to lick that pretty face all over. He sat on the edge of the bed and brought Matty between his legs. He snuck his hands under Matty's hoodie and caressed his lower abs slowly.
"I should undress, right?" Matty whispered.
"Only the bottom part," Rusty said promptly and began fiddling with Matty's jeans slowly.
Even if Matty's usual fashion involved wearing baggy jeans, it was a satisfaction to notice the resistance that perky behind showed when pants were being pushed over it. Rusty took a moment to grab Matty's ass and fill his hands with those round butt cheeks before proceeding forward and helping his tutor slash baby dude slash cat boy out of his jeans and underwear. That reminded him that he had also threatened Matty with a cute thong. Later. Now, he wanted his sexy partner to put on a little show for him and lash his tail like a pissed off cat.
Matty allowed Rusty to turn him once he was out of every article of clothing covering his lower body, and even bent over of his own accord. That gave Rusty an unimpeded view of that bubble butt, and even more, of that pink entrance that would soon swallow the butt plug that would keep the cat tail in place.
He took his time, dragging a finger between the pink hole and the heavy ball sac slowly. "You know, I should ask," he said slowly. "If you have anything against this kind of stuff, this is the moment to speak up. Later, you might like it too much to object and I don't want you to leave here with this tail still attached."
Matty's body shook with laughter. "Do you really think I'd walk out of your bedroom, swinging my tail without realizing it?"
His tail. Of course. The cat boy didn't mind having a tail. Ah, Rusty thought with satisfaction, and Matty had done this kind of thing before, securing his fluffy appendage in place with a butt plug like the little pervert that he was. Yeah, the cat boy had been his all along, and now, he was also at his mercy. "Hey, we might get into a bit of alternative lifestyle, and you might enjoy it a little too much," he warned.
Matty let out a long sigh and then laughed. "I'd say there's no danger of that. And you will tell me if I happen to prance out of here with the tail still inside my butt, right?"
