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?"
"Yeah. This sight," he said and took a small playful bite out of each of the butt cheeks in front of him, "is for my eyes only."
"That's a relief. So, if Slicky doesn't want that threesome, you're okay with it?"
"Yeah. There's no one else I'd share you with," Rusty hurried to say. It looked like Matty needed some reassurance to put his jealous streak to sleep. He wanted to laugh but couldn't give himself away. Matty was really a cunning one, so quick to approve of the threesome only because he knew that would lead to absolutely nothing because it was up to him alone and not even possible to begin with.
In due time, he'd have Matty wear a complete cat boy suit. He would have such a big laugh while torturing him slowly. For now, however, he had some plans in mind, and he was really dying to see how Matty would look with that tail stuck in his naked butt.
He reached for some lube and the tail and began preparing the tight hole slowly. Damn, it felt good to experience that tight grip around his fingers. For a moment, he had to squeeze the Mighty Thor and get him to behave until he got his fill of watching Matty in a cat tail. The short gasps assured him that his baby dude was enjoying the slow penetration of his ass. Rusty slowly pushed the butt plug in until the enticing hole swallowed it whole. He let his hand roam over the fluffy tail and then snuck it in front to caress Matty's cock and balls for a moment. "Now," he said, "let me see how you look."
Matty took a couple of steps forward and wiggled his ass playfully. "Do you really want me to keep my hoodie on?"
"Yeah, it gives me the best view of both worlds," Rusty assured him. Yes, for real, he had half the cat boy and half of Matty before his very eyes. Who said he couldn't have that threesome still? All he needed was to be creative.
Matty turned and a hint of the tail could be seen between his legs as he moved. His cute cock was hard as a rock and bobbing slightly left and right. Rusty beckoned to him and his directions were dutifully followed. A certain type of hunger had started to accumulate in the pit of his stomach. He stopped Matty right in front of him and grabbed his hips with both hands. Then, he began to lick the engorged head slowly. A soft moan confirmed that he was doing just what he was expected to.
Rusty cupped the round butt cheeks again, squeezing and kneading them while he filled his mouth with the delicious lollipop in front of him. It was so easy to go lower and lower, swallowing the whole thing, due to the practice he had gotten ever since he had started fooling around with his tutor. Matty was caressing his head, his hands running through his hair, making his entire skin go into goose bump mode, while the taste on his tongue, so pleasant and exciting, was warming him up for what was to come.
He moved his fingers around the tight ring of muscles, squeezing the base of the butt plug so nicely. It looked like Matty was very sensitive there, as his harsh breathing indicated. Rusty used his tongue to lick the underside of the hard candy in his mouth, using all the tricks he had learned along the way. At the same time, he pushed at the base of the butt plug, knowing that it was probably not enough to stimulate Matty's bud of pleasure, but enjoying the idea that the other sensed the sweet torture he was being subjected to.
"Rusty, I think--" Matty barely managed and began shooting in his mouth, rope after rope of tasty cream that seemed not to end for quite a while.
Rusty took great pleasure in eating Matty's release. It was slightly different from his, and he was pretty sure he'd be able to recognize it from others... not that he intended to sample other wares, so to speak. He rested his head against Matty's belly, still holding the tip of his cock in his mouth.
"Thank you," Matty whispered. "Rusty, you're so good. I'd wear any kind of tail for you."
Well, that was great to hear, especially since Rusty had plans that involved metamorphosing Matty into the cat boy under his very eyes. He needed to shop for the exact costume, the same wig, and the same contacts, but the investment would be worth it. Of course, he would tell Matty that it was because he wanted to live out his fantasy of being with Slicky, and watch for any signs of defeat or jealousy. Could Matty become jealous of himself? That was one thing Rusty very much intended to test to see how it would go. In all truth, it sounded like crazy fun.
