Then a massive hand on his chest pushes Cy down, pressing the air out of him with a squeak as he is pinned to the floor under the Wolf's now 250-pound weight. He can feel Cy's shallow panting breaths and the manic beating of his heart, ears so flat against his head that he almost looks human as he stares up with wide, terrified eyes.
The Wolf looks down at the catboy's cock, and sees that it has not gone down from their cuddling, in fact, it might be wetter. The hummingbird speed of Cy's heart under his palm sends a smile across his face. "Heh, Heh, Mine!" rips through the Wolf's heavy ragged breath, between the teeth in his wide, hungry grin
The possessive, ravenous words cause Cy's paralysis to suddenly break, and he struggles desperately, seeking any leverage in his powerless position. He plants his feet on the floor and tries to arch his back, tries to twist inside the Wolf's grip like he did earlier on the bed, small hands pushing against his captor, tail lashing frantically.
The Wolf presses down a little more and hears a small, "Eep!" come from Cy as he leans forward and bites into the collar around his prey's slender neck. Cy yowls in alarm to have him so close to his throat, breath hot on his skin, the collar tightening around his neck, pressing in from all sides. The Wolf's teeth drag along Cy's skin, his jaws becoming smaller as his body drifts down into a more reasonable size.
"That's quite enough running from you," Greyson says, petting Cy's head and running hands down his body to stroke his cock. He licks and nibbles and cuddles and bites, and even though Cy
knows
this is his Master, whom he trusts, his body is too filled with adrenaline for it not to feel the caresses on such sensitive, vulnerable spots as threats to his very existence. He continues to writhe, growling now, trying to squirm free, but despite his flexible contortions, Greyson is careful not to give him any opening.
Then Greyson's arm clamps down around Cy's body, holding him tightly against his side. Cy tries to resist, to push back, but his master's other hand reaches over and grips the nape of his neck, where kitties learn to go still when their parents carry them.
"M-mew!" The small sound is surprised out of Cy, but he already feels his body going weak, his limbs feeling heavy. Greyson stands up and walks out of his stretched-out pants, carrying Cy's limp form like a parcel under his arm, arms and legs dangling, the tip of his tail--slowly losing its puff--gliding just above the floor.
"Ashe! We'll need to make use of the guest room," the Master calls, "...And we'll need a new bed in mine." Greyson carries the catboy down the hall, both of them naked now, and Cy registers his voice only distantly as he gives orders. Here and there other servants peer around corners and out of doorways as they pass, to see what all the commotion was about. They glance at each other with knowing smiles--just Master playing with the new boy.
Cy's eyes are somewhat glassy and vacant--he can see the people they pass, but there seems to be a barrier between his brain and the input his body is sending, caused by the heavy dissociative effect of his master's firm grip on the back of his neck. Greyson takes him into the guest room, and lays him face down on the bed, legs sticking over the edge. He hovers over him, never releasing his scruff as his free hand massages and pets Cy's back and ass, watching for signs that his overwhelming urge to flee is easing.
Greyson can still feel the tension in him, however, so he moves him up entirely onto the bed, letting him lay loosely half-curled on his side, his grip on his scruff changing to a softening, calming massage. He had planned on catching this little kitty and fucking him into the ground, but the strength of Cy's lingering reaction calls for a change of plans.
"You seemed really scared, my good boy." Grey says softly, climbing up on the bed and laying down facing Cy. "I don't think you need any more roughing up." His hand is still wrapped around to the back of Cy's neck as his fingers knead into the tense muscles. The changing pressure sends alternating waves of warmth and paralysis down Cy's limbs as Grey activates and then disengages his scruffing instinct over and over. He can see Cy's wide eyes, in spite of the fact that his limbs are instinctively loose, so he hugs him and kisses him softly, moving his mouth around to his neck, and servicing his nipples.
"Mmmmah- mwahh -mmm. I love you my good boy," He licks a nipple. "And I want you to know...you're okay." The very tip of Cy's tail twitches slightly, his loose limbs stirring and drawing into a more natural position as Grey's hand keeps partial control of his body and mind as he soothes him, keeping him from continuing his flight. His heart rate gradually calms down, his eyes no longer huge, as Grey runs his hands and lips and body all over him, stroking and kissing and caressing him, telling him that he is okay, that he is loved.
Grey wraps his arms around the small catboy and hugs him close, slowly moving his massage on his nape down to the rest of his body. Cy lets out a long, deep sigh, as Grey entirely releases the back of his neck. He begins to tremble, muscles shaking slightly, as though the effects of the adrenaline had been held at bay by the scruffing, and now can finish running their course. Grey continues to massage and comfort and kiss him while he shivers, trailing himself up and down Cy's body, returning to his face to deliver more gentle kisses as he soothes him into a loving calm.
The shaking spell eventually passes, leaving Cy voluntarily loose and sleepy in Grey's arms, his ears fully relaxed from their anxious position, the tip of his tail softly curving and straightening, curving and straightening.
Grey licks his neck. "Cy. My good boy?" Cy's breathing picks up slightly at the praise, and then Grey kisses him and gently caresses his ear and the catboy shivers all over, stretching like he has just woken up. "May I touch your tail?" Grey kisses him deeply.
"Mmmmmmm..." Cy makes a contented sound as Grey kisses him, his body unconsciously bending, lifting towards him. His golden eyes look up at Grey. "Please, yes," he says in a quiet, earnest voice. "Please touch my tail!"
Grey reaches under his arching back and lifts up his light hips, easily moving him wherever he wants. Cy gives a small cry as Grey catches his cock in his mouth, ears sloping back, cheeks flushing. Grey sucks softly as his hands play along Cy's lower back, fingertips drifting around the base of his tail area, ever closer but not quite touching it itself.
Cy twists slightly, muscles flexing, short little restricted whines and gasps escaping as he tries to stay still but is unable to succeed entirely. Grey can feel the tension building as he piles on anticipation and arousal with his teasing. Cy's cock stops growing in his mouth as it reaches its limit, and precious little tastes keep forming on his tip. Now that he has asked for it, Cy wants to feel that touch
so
badly, but Grey keeps teasing him until he feels like he is going to explode.
Then Grey's fingertips cross from skin to fur, and there is a
thump
in Grey's mouth as Cy's dick smacks the roof, and his whole body arches in pleasure. The feeling zings through him and straight to his dick, toes curling and fingers scrabbling uselessly at Grey's arms as he moans sharply. "Mmmlsh dash my good boy," Grey mumbles around his cock.
He places his hand on Cy's back while lifting his legs to rest them on his shoulders, then drags him closer off the bed, lifting him as he stands. Cy's world spins, inner ear momentarily confused as he goes from head tilted back on the bed in arousal to suddenly upright sitting on Grey's shoulders. He opens his eyes to find himself trapped six feet in the air, with Grey's hand on his back and his cock in his mouth as he sucks him. "Mmm my could boi, and hish yummy cock."
Cy adjusts quickly to this new perch, but then Grey's free hand starts to run down his tail, causing him to buck into his mouth every time. Cy clings to his head, heels digging into Grey's back as his legs grip involuntarily. "Master, I-I can't...!" His words are interrupted by a strained moan, and he gasps for breath. "It feels so good, Master, I don't know how long--!" After that chase and so much teasing, such strong, deliberate stimulation feels like more than Cy can stand.
"MMYesh, look at thish cock twitch. Mmmam. Nishe and good in my moush." Grey can feel Cy trying to arch away from him to not cum too soon, but he holds his hips and slides him back and forth, deep and shallow in his mouth, overriding his efforts with his superior strength. He runs his hands down Cy's tail, but stops when he feels the precum gush. Despite the way Cy is shaking as he tries to keep from cumming without permission, he lets out a whining sound of loss and disappointment as Grey brings him so incredibly close to the edge, only to let go of his tail at the last possible second.
