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Honestly, Michael should‘ve suspected that it would come to this. After all, he had been the one who corrupted Jamal in the first place, who had made him that way.
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At the beginning of their little arrangement, Jamal had been your typical vanilla guy. He was even foreign to ropes and handcuffs, while Michael was the exact opposite. Loving experimentation, he had tried a lot, from milder kinks to heavier kinks. And naturally, the longer Jamal and he had been exclusive, the more the desire to try out kinky stuff together heightened.
Being a more reserved guy, it hadn’t been an easy task to ask for more, but eventually Michael did, realizing that his desires were more important than any shame. He had voiced a lot of needs, from simply wanting Jamal to tie him up to inflicting pain.
Yes, Michael was more of a submissive guy. Surprise, surprise, the quiet guy is a little freak. Who would have thought?
Since then, Jamal had grown into his role of being the more dominant part. In a way, it even came naturally to him. More than just once, Jamal had mentioned that seeing Michael, a guy known to the public for his calm demeanour, get turned into a whiny mess gave him the ultimate kick. Hence, sex had never been better, and Michael couldn't be happier because Jamal taking control set him on fire like nothing else ever had. Plus, Jamal went along with almost every idea Michael pitched.
He had never suggested anything himself, though… until now.
“Mike…” Jamal smiled, deceptively looking all innocent with his big brown eyes. He waddled over to Michael, who was lying on his bed in a black, oversized hoodie and joggers. It was one of the evenings when Jamal had just come home with him instead of going to his own flat after a long day of practice.
Michael simply raised an eyebrow, looking up from his phone without saying a word. They were rarely necessary anyway. While Michael definitely talked more in private than in front of a camera, he still wasn’t a master yapper like Jamal. Luckily, Jamal could understand him without words.
“Mmmh… There‘s something I wanna try…” Jamal grinned, mischief in his voice.
Michael kept his eyebrow raised, deep down pleasantly surprised that Jamal was pitching an idea, but also mildly concerned about what was to come his way. Giving Jamal a quick sign to continue speaking, Michael flicked his hand.
“So I bought something,” Jamal smiled, placing his backpack on the bed. It wasn’t the one he usually used for training; Michael had immediately noticed during the earlier session, and now he finally had the answer to why Jamal had carried it around with him.
Michael was an experienced guy, but still nothing - and he means it – nothing could have prepared him for what Jamal then pulled out.
Black kitten ear clips, a collar with a bell, and a leash you could attach to it.
Michael’s mouth ran dry. “No,” was the only thing he answered monotonously, not quite knowing what to feel. After all, he was a fit athlete and not some cute catboy. This was ridiculous, wasn’t it? He couldn’t possibly wear that…
Subconsciously, Michael tried hiding in his big hoodie, pulling his hands further into the sleeves to at least cover his palms halfway.
It seemed like Jamal already anticipated that answer, putting on his best doe eyes, pitifully asking, “Why not?”
Michael had to look away from Jamal because, god, this little manipulator with his big brown eyes knew exactly what he was doing. Focusing on his phone again, acting as if he was totally immersed in a game of chess, Michael replied, “Won‘t suit me.”
Jamal let out a little huff, not giving up, smiling, “Last week you wanted me to choke you until you almost passed out, and now you‘re scared to put on some kitten ears because you think it won‘t suit you?”
Now, that was an exaggeration, but there was a tiny bit of truth behind it. Michael knew his reasoning sounded like the cheapest, most ridiculous excuse known to mankind… because it was. Since he felt caught, it put a small, amused grin on Michael‘s face, unable to take himself 100% seriously either. He was a bad liar. The smile, however, didn't last too long, Michael immediately getting his expression under control again. Too late, though; Jamal had seen it, adding with a big grin, “I saw that little smile, Mike. You can‘t fool me. I know you‘d like it.”
The perks of having found someone who knows you better than you do yourself.
Jamal could read Michael like an open book, because yes, maybe… probably he wouldn’t hate it. He‘d even like it. Still, there was something in Michael that didn’t quite want to accept that he‘d love a cute fit like this, ultimately forcing him to leave the whole coldest person in football right now persona behind, in front of Jamal at least. The whole catboy thing felt like the final nail in the coffin that was the reputation Michael had spent years building.
Which, in theory, shouldn’t matter in front of Jamal, but—
“I have an idea,” Jamal chirped, ending Michael‘s train of thought. Michael raised an eyebrow, signaling he was listening, before Jamal continued, “We‘ll make a bet about something… and the winner gets to decide what we‘ll do today. Obviously, I’ll choose the kitty thing. You can choose whatever you want.”
“Deal… Juggling a ball?” Michael replied immediately, wittering his chance to buy himself more time to think about the ears, the collar, and the leash. He tried his best to keep his face expressionless.
“Good,” Jamal grinned, scuffing out of the room while adding, “Finish your fake game of chess and then come to the terrace! I’ll get the ball!”
Fake game of chess.
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Jamal managed to juggle the ball fourteen times. He certainly could‘ve done more, but a stupid mistake made him fail earlier than anticipated. He looked slightly frustrated. Handing over the ball to Michael, who had just sat there almost apathetically, clearly lost in thought, Jamal huffed, “Damn, easy game for you, huh?”
In response, Michael just shrugged his shoulders, taking his place. Yes, it was an easy game for him now… but he almost wished it wasn’t. Admittedly, Michael felt all over the place.
“I‘ll start,” he announced, his voice sounding like the calm before a storm.
Michael juggled four times, but then accidentally hit the ball with the outer corner of his foot, which sent it flying straight into some bushes.
“Four?! Did you even try?” Jamal instantly blurted out, clearly unable to hold back as he stared at Michael in disbelief.
Michael stayed quiet.
Did he try?
He certainly hadn‘t thought of a fitting alternative to Jamal‘s kitty wish in case he won, realising that he had never even expected himself to win. But he had still agreed to the bet…
It stayed quiet for a few more awkward seconds before, slowly, a huge knowing grin formed on Jamal‘s face, claiming, “Oh my god… You didn‘t try.”
Jamal saw right through his lies. Michael, though, tried his best to keep his calm demeanor up instead of showing the inner turmoil that was currently happening in his chest.
“I did… Just made a mistake.”
Jamal, walking over to Michael to get into his personal space, repeated, “You didn‘t.”
Michael could do nothing but stare at Jamal as he slowly closed the gap between them, heartbeat becoming faster and faster with every step the other took. And with Jamal impossibly close, Michael finally felt his heartbeat spiking.
Mentally, Michael told himself to calm down, looking to the ground. It was his last saving grace, trying to act relaxed while repeating himself. “I did.”
It was all in vain because then, Michael felt Jamal‘s arm wrap around his waist, pulling him close as he whispered into his ear, “You didn‘t… See, I knew you‘d like my idea. Liar.”
“Not a liar,” Michael breathed, his facade crumbling with his voice slightly less monotonous.
The grin never left Jamal’s face when he delivered the final blow, “Mike, you know what happens to liars, right?”
Michael’s breath stopped, only a quiet “Fuck,” leaving his lips, knowing damn well Jamal was seeing through him.
“Put on the ears and collar, I‘ll join you in five minutes,” Jamal demanded victoriously. It was things like these that would always get Michael weak to his knees, and Jamal knew. There was no possibility that Michael would disobey.
“Yeah,” he breathed, freeing himself from Jamal‘s grip.
“And Mike… No more complaints from now on. You know what to say if you want to stop,” Jamal reminded him, to which Michael nodded as he walked back inside.
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Looking into the huge mirror next to his bed, Michael felt a bit foreign in his own body. He wore the kitten ears and the collar, while his joggers were lying on the floor. The hoodie and his Calvins stayed on, though, needing a bit of clothing to hide behind. His hands were still halfway covered by his long sleeves, fumbling around with the fabric as he took in the sight.
In all honesty, it didn’t look as ridiculous as he feared it would. Unfamiliar for sure, but also… kinda… whatever. It didn’t look bad; that was what counted. Jamal had somehow managed to find kitten ears that matched his hair color perfectly, making them look like they were really sprouting out of his head. Besides, it had been surprisingly easy to put them in, the clips being big enough to put onto his locs.
Jamal had been mindful, which, in all honesty, made Michael feel a bit giddy.
The same could be said for the collar. The material wasn’t unpleasant on his skin, something that Michael could rarely say about things like that. A lot of textures felt like hell, but this? The collar was fine, it seemed expensive. Sure, the small bell was a bit annoying, but Jamal wasn’t Jamal if he didn’t add something that ticked Michael off just slightly.
Michael‘s thoughts ended abruptly when he heard Jamal‘s footsteps on the floor, coming closer. He braced himself for the other‘s reaction, hiding his hands in his sleeves even more before turning to the door to give him a full view.
“Mmmh… Even better than I expected,” Jamal grinned as he stepped into the room, arousal in his voice clearly audible. If this was really what got Jamal all worked up – kitten ears and a collar – his reaction wasn’t the slightest bit surprising. After all, Michael had lost it just as quickly once Jamal had fulfilled his wishes of choking, slapping, or restricting him.
It seemed like Jamal had a clear plan of what would happen today, grabbing the leash off the bed and immediately ordering Michael to join him. “Come here, Mike. Go and kneel on the floor,” he demanded, standing there confidently.
Demands and orders were easily palatable things, a small wave of relief washing over Michael every time Jamal talked to him like that. To Michael, it meant having a clear goal, simply following the instructions with rarely any space for awkward situations left.
It was no surprise that Michael immediately obeyed, falling to his knees in front of his teammate with the bell on his collar jiggling embarrassingly. Looking up expectantly, he waited for Jamal to do something. However, Jamal didn‘t. He simply stared back at Michael with a grin still plastered on his face, teasing him. In response, Michal hesitantly grabbed Jamal‘s jeans, holding onto them as if they were a lifeline.
“Three minutes of wearing kitten ears and you already behave like one,” Jamal commented smugly, making it painfully obvious that this had been his plan. Michael felt caught again, his face heating up slightly, but Jamal kept him from getting lost in another train of thought, adding, “Show me your collar, Mike.”
Relieved, Michael grabbed his hoodie, slightly pulling it down while raising his head a bit to bare his neck.
“Good,” Jamal mumbled, bending down to clip the leash onto the metal ring above the bell. Once he was done, he stood straight again, clarifying cheekily, “Mine now.”
A tiny bit of possession was normal for Jamal, but claiming him like this, without any shame, certainly was new. It was the reason Michael‘s breath hitched before nodding obediently. With that, Michael knew Jamal would take care of everything fully, calling the shots. The second the leash was clipped onto him, Michael put everything into Jamal‘s hands. Michael was Jamal’s now, making the warm feeling in his chest spread further.
“You have kitten ears and a collar now… but something is missing on you that pussies have, right?”
Michael’s brain was kind of in a blank state. Jamal‘s use of pussy to describe something about him set off a train of feelings in Michael. Confusion, realisation, acceptance.
However, Jamal didn't quite give him the time to dwell on his feelings for long, grabbing the leash harder and shortening it, making Michael‘s head fly forward until it was pressed against his crotch. “Think,” Jamal demanded as Michael acted on his instinct to place a kiss on the other‘s growing bulge.
Think.
Whiskers would be a stupid reply, so the only thing left was— fuck.
“Tail?” Michael breathed quietly, aware of what Jamal had most certainly planned.
“Clever kitten,” Jamal grinned with mischief in his voice as he reached for the bag beside him to pull the much-dreaded object out.
A plug with a black kitten tail attached to it.
Of course.
Again, Michael felt torn. Half the blood in his body decided to rush to his dick, the other half to his cheeks from embarrassment. Involuntarily, Michael grabbed Jamal‘s jeans a bit tighter, eyes no longer focused on the other, but instead on the floor.
However, Jamal wasn’t having it. He grabbed Michael‘s chin softly to make him look up again. “Get on the bed, Mike,” he whispered as he let go of the leash, letting it fall to the ground with a loud thud, signaling Michael‘s temporary freedom.
Michael made use of it, doing what he had been told, slowly getting up in front of Jamal‘s watchful eyes before getting onto the bed, trying not to overthink how to sit down. The bell was jingling as he moved. Slightly overwhelmed, he decided to kneel on the mattress, hands placed onto his thighs almost too neatly.
It made Jamal huff, the corners of his mouth raised, “Onto your back.” Then, he quickly turned around to grab some lube out of a drawer, clearly trusting Michael to follow his command.
When Jamal turned back around, Michael was lying on his back, legs slightly spread, aware of what would happen now. Jamal got onto the bed too, placing the lube and the plug right next to Michael before making himself comfortable between his teammate‘s legs.
“You think we can give kitty her tail like this?” Jamal teased, pulling up Michael’s hoodie before snapping the waistband of his Calvins.
Her tail.
It was confusion, realisation, acceptance again before Michael shook his head, raising his hips. It made removing his Calvins easier for Jamal; however, Michael felt almost violently exposed when he slid down his underwear to free his already half-hard dick.
Jamal looked pleasantly surprised, not wasting any time to throw the Calvins away, simply tossing them across the room, before commenting smugly, “Won‘t you look at that… All the fighting for what? You love this, don‘t you?”
Michael stayed quiet, feeling like his heart was beating out of his chest, because yes, he was not hating this. Especially not Jamal‘s taunting side getting him all worked up, as he grabbed Michael‘s thighs, spreading them. Then, he teasingly moved one hand to his cock, squeezing its base slightly, before sliding up to the tip, circling a finger over it.
Michael bit his lower lip, feeling on the edge of his seat as Jamal toyed around with him, lowering his head, and placing a soft kiss on his tip. A small whimper escaped Michael’s throat, which elicited an amused huff from Jamal, gathering salvia in his mouth. Spitting on Michael‘s cock, he spread the wetness with his palm, making the glide easier and at the same time more maddening for Michael.
It didn’t even take a minute until Michael grew to full hardness, his dick standing proudly.
“Perfect… Too bad your big cock is all useless, huh? Because you prefer it here…” Jamal grinned, while sliding his hand between the mattress and Michael’s ass to feel him up.
Michael let out a small, desperate sound again, not able to suppress it.
“Hold your legs up, Mike. Be a good kitten,” Jamal demanded further, the everlasting teasing undertone still there as his hands found their way back to his thighs, raising and ankling them for better access.
Michael did what he was told, fully expecting Jamal to grab the lube to get on with it now. However, Jamal apparently wanted to take one last stop on the route to making Michael absolutely lose it. He searched for something in the pocket of his jeans, and then finally pulled out a rosé lace band. Needless to say, Michael was confused about what Jamal‘s plan was, but all of his confusion vanished once his teammate wrapped the pink band around the base of his dick, before tying a bow.
“Now it can look pretty while being useless, yeah?” Jamal grinned while flicking his finger against Michael’s dick. It sent a small spark of pain through him.
Michael stared at it, realising that pink lace looked violently pretty on his skin, and then let out a quiet moan.
“You like pretty things, Mikey? Maybe I should buy you lingerie next,” Jamal teased further, grabbing the back of Michael’s thighs to raise them even higher. It made Michael’s hamstrings burn. His mind went into overdrive as he heard the words lingerie in combination with his name, not managing to stop staring at the pretty band around him.
Only when he felt a cold lube-covered finger circling his rim did Michael manage to look up to his teammate, kneeling between his legs, still fully clothed. Impatiently, Michael waited for Jamal to continue; however, nothing happened. Just like before, Jamal waited for a desperate reaction from the older, which he soon got.
“Jam—” was the only desperate word that escaped Michael‘s lips before Jamal seemingly decided it was enough teasing for now, finally pushing his finger inside. It immediately shut Michael up again, the feeling of Jamal‘s finger in him being not too pleasurable but also not too painful. There wasn’t too much resistance, considering they did this often. However, every time Jamal entered him, Michael felt himself slipping into some needy spiral of simply not caring about anything but his teammate in him.
As Jamal began moving his finger in and out, he smugly commented, “So used to my dick that a finger‘s easy work, huh?”
Feeling slightly embarrassed again, Michael slapped his arm over his face, letting out a deep breath that bordered on a moan into his sleeve-covered elbow. Jamal had such a way with words in situations like these that Michael couldn’t help but feel himself get pushed into a certain headspace every time. It was his teasing mixed with a sprinkle of truth that could be described as humiliation, which got Michael off. Internally, he was begging Jamal to never stop his flow of humiliation. His wish would most likely be fulfilled because for every word Michael didn't say, Jamal said two.
Still hiding from Jamal‘s intense gaze, Michael decided he didn’t need any more preparation. He was used to this; the plug wasn’t violently big, plus he loved a mild, painful burn. It was the reason he used his free hand to blindly search for the plug on the mattress, grabbing it weakly once he found it. Michael pushed the plug over to Jamal to communicate his need, eliciting an amused huff from the younger. “Tsss— Kitty wants her tail so badly she’s even begging for it.”
Michael’s cock twitched in response to Jamal‘s words, realising he liked the way his teammate spoke about him so tauntingly. Maybe this whole feminizing thing got him more worked up than he‘d like to admit. Maybe Jamal‘s idea about the lingerie didn’t seem all too bad…
Jamal moved his finger in and out a bit more before pushing a second one in. It took Michael by surprise, face still hidden behind his arm as he breathed in sharply. Jamal spread his fingers a few times, really making sure Michael was good to go, before eventually pulling them out completely.
Michael barely held back a mewl, not enjoying the empty feeling. His petulance, however, vanished into thin air once he felt the cold lube-covered metal against his rim. On instinct, he spread his legs a bit more, involuntarily sending a clear message. Then, Jamal heightened the pressure, beginning to push in the plug. Michael was biting his lower lip, trying hard not to let a sound escape him. But when the plug finally slid in all the way with a satisfying pop, he couldn’t help but moan, “Mmmmh~.” It felt heavy in him, spreading him just the right way to leave a satisfying, slightly burning feeling inside of him.
Caught up in the new sensation, Michael almost didn’t notice how Jamal moved aside, no longer between his legs. Another order brought him back to reality, though. “Come on, kitty, turn around and present yourself. I need to see my work,” Jamal demanded cheekily. Michael could see the smugness glistening in his eyes once he had removed his arm from his face, staring at the younger.
Michael wore a mixed facial expression of excitement and humiliation, realising what Jamal was asking of him. He was hesitant, but Jamal raising his eyebrow as if he was to question his obedience made Michael move. Slowly, he turned around, stomach pressed against the mattress. A deep breath later, he raised his hips, hiding his face in a pillow as his hoodie slid up, almost exposing his whole back. He just knew Jamal was staring at his ass raised in the air, the tail hanging between his legs shamefully.
“Back arched like a kitty too…” Jamal commented smugly, as Michael perceived him grabbing his tail to place it onto his back.
“Now, Mikey, remember how you lied earlier? I think you still need to make it up to me…” he switched topics while running his hand over Michael’s buttocks, occasionally grabbing and squeezing them. “What should we do about it?” Jamal added tauntingly, as if he didn’t already have something in mind. He always had a full plan for everything they did.
Michael stayed still, his hands fully hidden in his hoodie sleeves, feeling violently exposed. His dick was rock-hard from it.
Jamal, clearly not having expected an answer from Michael, continued talking, “I think spanking sounds amazing, doesn’t it?“
There were a few seconds of silence before Jamal grinned, ”Paddle or hands?”
Michael‘s brain rattled through every variation of the word fuck he knew, feeling his dick twitching from excitement and slight unease. In all honesty, he wanted Jamal to hit him. He wanted it to hurt and sting so that even days later, he‘d be reminded of his punishment. However, making a decision seemed like the hardest thing he ever had to do, his mind running from one thought to the next at 100 kilometers per hour.
Subconsciously, Michael arched his back a bit more while a tiny mewl escaped him. Jamal let out a little huff, reading his mind and making a decision for him. “Hands it is,” he smirked as he began opening his jeans. He wiggled out of them somehow, keeping his shirt and underwear on, before sitting down in front of the headboard to lean against it. With one slap on his thighs, he beckoned Michael to join him.
It wasn’t the first time they did this; spanking was actually something Jamal loved doing as punishment. It was the reason Michael knew exactly what he had to do once he heard Jamal slap his own thigh. Obediently, Michael crawled over to his teammate, head hung low as he made himself as comfortable as possible in his lap. However, comfort wasn’t something that graced Michael today. He was spread over Jamal‘s thighs, his ass directly in front of the other‘s crotch with his hoodie ridden up. It was already difficult not to start rutting against Jamal desperately with his hard cock pressed against his thighs, giving him a bit of torturing friction.
“How many do you think are appropriate today?” Jamal asked teasingly, as Michael felt him touching the plug again. He purposefully made answering more difficult for Michael, starting to play around with it smugly. Slowly, he pulled the plug out a bit before immediately sliding it back inside, fucking Michael with the toy.
Desperately, Michael reached out to grab a nearby pillow, hiding his face in the fabric to muffle his soft panting. Feeling how his rim stretched around the largest part of the plug over and over again was maddening. Jamal couldn't possibly expect him to answer like that, could he?
“Mikey, come on, be a good kitty,” Jamal demanded with underlying amusement in his voice, not stopping his antics.
“I— mmmhff—” Michael started, trying to concentrate while ignoring the filthy, wet noises the plug being pushed into his hole made. But fuck, Jamal playing around with him just felt too good. He was starting to feel like Jamal's dumb, useless kitty with how much he was struggling to articulate himself.
“Se-v‘n?” Michael finally hiccuped into the pillow, a tiny voice crack included. It was the best he could do in his state.
In response, Jamal clicked his tongue, clearly amused by Michael‘s struggle. “Let’s do 10. One hit for every time you should‘ve kept the ball in the air to beat me earlier.”
Jamal was cocky and confident about having him under control, and honestly, Michael wouldn’t have it any other way. Fuck, 10 it was. Michael knew he deserved it, his hands already turned into fists inside the sleeves of his hoodie, bracing himself for what was to come. Jamal always hit him hard, so Michael definitely needed it. He had been more hesitant in the beginning, more afraid to actually hurt Michael, but the second he saw what pain did to him, Jamal became more ruthless.
“You‘ll count. And don‘t mess it up,“ Jamal warned him, forcing Michael to speak more. It seemed like he loved giving him hard tasks, Michael swallowing heavily as he heard Jamal‘s demand. He nodded again, keeping the talk for later as he felt Jamal pushing in the plug one last time before sliding his hand over his ass as if he was planning where to slap him.
The first slap landed on his cheek, catching Michael off guard. The sharp pain rattled through his body, making his dick jump. Fuck, if this wasn’t exactly what he needed... Jamal knew how hard to hit him to make him lose his mind.
Caught up in the mixture of pain and pleasure, Michael almost forgot his task, if it wasn’t for Jamal impatiently squeezing the area of his ass he had just slapped. The ache was so good that Michael‘s voice cracked again, quietly breathing, “O-one.”
“Good, just nine more,” Jamal grinned mischievously, immediately raising his palm, not wasting any time to spank Michael a second time and not allowing him to steady himself.
“T—wo,” Michael stuttered, his voice breathy, already sounding foreign to him. Jamal had hit the same area twice now, the ache intensifying. Deep down, Michael hoped he‘d hit it a third time as he felt himself slipping.
Wish granted, Jamal took a swing again, his palm landing on the exact same spot. A pained “mmmphhh—” left Michael‘s mouth as the ache spread. Involuntarily, he clenched down on the plug nestled in his hole, which Jamal immediately noticed, a breathless laugh escaping him.
“Three—e,” Michael mewled, reminding himself he had a task. As good as the spanking felt, he couldn't forget about the counting, knowing that he needed to redeem himself.
When the fourth slap landed on the same spot again, tears began to swell in Michael's eyes, making his vision slightly blurry as the sound of skin hitting skin echoed through the room. “Fuc— four,” he breathed as quickly as possible to not fuck up his mission. Again, he clenched down on the plug without even having the chance to stop his bodily reaction. The spanking served as a constant reminder that the tail was there, shoved deeply into his hole, stretching him apart because he had behaved like an ill-trained mutt instead of a good kitty. Jamal was making his message clear; this is what you get for being a lying brat.
The next slap landed close to Michael‘s hole, making him clench down on the object even more intensely. Knowing Jamal, he had done this on purpose. This was heaven and hell at the same time, pain and arousal coursing through Michael's veins as if they were racing against each other. It hurt so badly that finally, a small tear rolled down his cheeks, Jamal having used almost full intensity when slapping him. Michael‘s cock was still rock-hard though, sadly not getting any attention, but the stimulation of being repeatedly hit was enough for now. His skin was burning.
“F-five, Jam— a-ahhh,” Michael hiccuped, while arching his back a bit more. It was a subconscious movement, making it all even more arousing to Jamal, who let out a deep breath. Michael knew it must look like he was presenting himself, offering himself even for more pain to come.
And who was Jamal not to take him up on that offer?
Jamal took another swing, the sixth slap echoing through the room louder than previous ones; however, with Jamal having hit the other cheek now, Michael felt like he could get a breath in for once. His chest was rising and falling quickly with all the adrenaline in his body as he heard Jamal ask monotonously, “Number?”
“Six,” Michael hiccuped, so violently clenching down on the plug that the tail moved slightly. The sight made Jamal huff, his hand immediately finding its way to the toy. He circled Michael‘s rim teasingly as he grinned, “You need it badly, huh?”
Michael‘s reaction, another moan, went straight to Jamal‘s dick, Michael feeling it twitch beneath him. It sent Michael further down a spiral, his thoughts revolving around needing the other to fuck him even dumber. Shit, what was this punishment doing to him? Michael felt airheaded, lost even, considering how badly he needed Jamal‘s cock.
“Tell me how much you like it, Mikey,” Jamal commanded, his dick growing as the seconds passed. Michael felt it poking him through his underwear.
The prospect of having to talk even more made Michael’s heart rate spike, as he was presented with one difficult task after another while his mind slipped further away. Michael felt as if Jamal was holding him on a metaphorical leash to keep him grounded in reality. Coincidentally, the second Michael’s thought ended, Jamal grabbed his real leash. Michael had blended out its existence with all the pain and want that had taken over his body; however, Jamal reminded him as he pulled it back a bit, making him raise his head. “Say it, Mike,” Jamal repeated himself, sounding stern and impatient.
A few breaths later, Michael got over himself, quietly moaning, “I-I like it.”
Jamal only grabbed the leash tighter, wordlessly demanding more.
Fuck. Okay. He had no choice. Michael was a goner anyway.
“I like it so much, Jam… I love h-having the tail—” Michael paused, reminded of his shameful act, before he quietly, almost shyly, added, “in my needy hole…”
Jamal smiled.
“Mmmmh, you just need your slutty hole stuffed, and you’re happy, isn’t that right? Doesn’t even matter what it is… even a plug is good enough for you,” he smirked tauntingly, immediately spanking Michael again. Hard.
“Mmmph— sev’en,” Michael yelped, his half-euphoric, half-pained reaction making Jamal groan, not hiding how much he enjoyed this too.
Fuck, Jamal was so demeaning, it made Michael feel as if he grew harder even though it was physically impossible. The need in him to just begin rutting against Jamal‘s thighs heightened immensely as the seconds passed, but he managed to control himself, at least until Jamal hit him an eighth time.
The slap vibrated through the room, but instead of counting, Michael‘s mind was so far away that he began rolling his hips slightly, not thinking about the consequences. Jamal’s thighs felt a thousand times better than his cock being fully neglected, so he kept on fucking in between them pathetically as he imagined Jamal in him. He couldn’t even hold back a few relieved whimpers.
“Michael,” Jamal warned him harshly, squeezing the spot on his ass he had hit to intensify the ache once more. It worked as it brought Michael back, moaning, “eight,” under his breath while he stopped moving again. Considering Jamal's dick was fully hard beneath him, the task became more and more difficult. His cloudy mind hindered him from thinking rationally. Instead, Michael couldn't help but continue thinking about how Jamal would feel inside of him instead of the plug. The mixture of pain and pleasure made him want Jamal fucking him stupid even more. It got him so worked up that Michael was almost in a float state.
Another hit, another moan. “N-nine,” Michael stuttered, the continuous pain so close to his needy hole setting him on fire. God, he almost made it, just one more and Jamal would—
“Good kitten, continue behaving, and I might consider letting you come today,” Jamal smirked, already raising his hand and spanking Michael a final time. The slap was by far the hardest one, the sting being so much that another tear escaped his eye as he involuntarily moaned, “ahhh—” loudly, surprised by his own voice. Had that really been him?
And seconds later, it felt as if Jamal‘s hand was still on his cheek, his skin burning from arousal and pain so much that he didn’t even notice how Jamal had let go of his leash again, head simply falling forward weakly.
“Ten!” Michael gasped, his hands grabbing the insides of his sleeves tightly as an outlet. It was hurting… so damn good. The pain sent Michael further down the endless abyss of pleasure, eyes rolling back slightly.
He had redeemed himself now, hadn't he? So he could ask for more now, right? Surely… Jamal had surely forgiven him now; he was being good now… So good.
Michael’s clouded mind, in combination with the desire to just get off, made him act more unashamed, one hand leaving the confines of his sleeve. Pathetically, he moved his hand to the burning pain on his ass, grabbing his cheek to slightly pull it aside, exposing his hole more. “P-please,” Michael mumbled into the pillow, as needy as physically and mentally possible. The plug wasn’t enough; he just needed Jamal; only Jamal, because he was the only one making him feel this way.
Even though he felt as if he was drowning in pleasure, Michael heard Jamal suck in a deep breath before he asked demeaningly, “Do you need me to show you who this pussy belongs to?”
Pussy.
The word rattled through the room like a gunshot.
As Jamal stroked his kitten ears, Michael found himself unsure whether he meant him being his cat or… something else. It didn’t really matter, though. Today, Michael was Jamal‘s pussy, not minding in which way. The word sent him into overdrive, moaning, “mmmnnh~,” nodding his head vehemently so that his locs ruffled over the pillow.
“Go and take what you need then,” Jamal smirked, knowing damn well that this kind of freedom was more challenging to Michael than just following instructions, especially considering the cloudy state of his brain.
Michael‘s mind simply wasn’t up to par anymore, needing quite a few seconds to understand what Jamal really wanted from him. He wanted so damn much; too damn much. It was ruthless to ask Michael for any kind of initiative right now after having spanked him right into this floaty state, but clearly, it was what Jamal enjoyed. Michael could feel the other‘s dick twitch beneath him once again, the fucked out confusion of the man in his lap turning him on.
Once a few clouds had stopped fogging his brain, really trying his hardest to get going, Michael moved on in automatic mode. The only thing on his mind was still needing Jamal‘s cock in him, with the difference that it was his own responsibility now. Michael was unsure whether he was ready for such responsibility, but still, he kept on moving, finally crawling off Jamal‘s lap with a tiny mewl, the damn bell on his collar ringing like it was announcing Michael’s ruin.
It was as if Michael was pawing Jamal‘s cock when he fumbled around with his underwear. He didn’t want to spend any time undressing the man in front of him, too impatient and desperate, so Michael simply slid his hands beneath the fabric, pulling Jamal‘s dick out. Every time Michael saw his cock, he couldn't help but stare at it in awe.
Jamal had a cock made to fuck… Thick, long, and veiny… and even bigger than his own…
Grabbing the lube, Michael did what he knew best first. He squeezed a bit of the content onto Jamal‘s dick, who was staring at him with an intense, lustful gaze. It lit the fire to be good for him even more, pouring gasoline on it. This, combined with being as needy as possible, was the reason Michael didn't waste much time to start spreading the lube, getting Jamal slippery and ready. God, he finally had his hands on Jamal, and he was so close, so close, to finally getting what he wanted.
Once he had Jamal lubed up, Michael smeared the leftovers onto the sheets, not minding the mess. He was far past thinking about such trivial things. Instead, he turned around, his back facing Jamal, to give him a show.
Kneeling in front of his teammate, Michael was panting heavily as he grabbed his tail. Deep down, he mourned the tail a bit, but there were bigger things to fill him up. Hence, Michael breathed out to relax, pulling out the plug. As his rim stretched over the widest part again, a small bolt of uncomfortableness ran through him, knowing damn well he had to get used to the sensation quickly, as Jamal‘s dick was even bigger. Michael wouldn’t be Michael if he disliked the pain, though.
The tail was quickly discarded somewhere on the bed, Michael wasting no time to shuffle onto Jamal’s lap. Grabbing Jamal‘s cock to line him up, Michael’s back was still turned towards him, not quite able to look him in the eyes for too long. However, before moving down, he quickly looked over his shoulder at Jamal, searching for some kind of reassurance. He got more than just reassurance; Jamal looked like he was about to jump him.
Extra encouraged, Michael bit his lower lip, feeling Jamal‘s dick nudging on his hole as he turned away again. Then, he finally began sinking down, the tip pushing past his rim after a bit of resistance, Jamal being much thicker than the plug.
Fucking hell, it stung more than Michael had expected, biting his lower lip even harder. He had to relax, though, otherwise it'd soon draw blood.
The glide, at least, wasn‘t too uncomfortable, the extensive use of lube making the whole thing easier. As much as Michael fought with the stretch, sliding down was a task quickly done. Maybe, even too quickly. As greedy as he was, Michael didn't give himself a second to get used to it all. He simply moved down further, head hanging low with his eyebrows furrowed until he eventually bottomed out. He felt so full that he barely managed to get a breath in, the stinging pain getting to his head.
Originally, Michael planned to immediately start moving. Fucking himself would surely erase the unease with time. However, Jamal‘s hands sliding underneath his oversized hoodie to grab his waist tightly kept him from doing so. “Ssssht,” Jamal whispered, forcing Michael to take a much-needed second to adjust. Michael, however, was insatiable, so he started whining. Purposefully clenching down on Jamal‘s cock, he felt his whole length: big, hard, and throbbing inside of him, splitting him apart so well that Michael never wanted to live without it again. He felt cockdrunk, even though Jamal had only been in him for a good minute.
Pathetically, Michael started rolling his hips a bit, at least needing something if he wasn’t allowed to bounce on Jamal‘s dick yet. However, as soon as Michael did his wonders, Jamal let out a deep groan, giving in. “Okay,” was the only thing leaving his mouth as he removed one hand from Michael‘s waist to grab the leash. “Fuck yourself then, kitty,” Jamal moaned, playfully slapping Michael‘s cheek again to get him going.
The sting sent a shudder down Michael’s spine, mewling, “Nnnngh—” as he pushed himself up, both of his hands placed between Jamal‘s legs to help him move. It felt so fucking good to have Jamal‘s cock moving in him to stimulate his walls that Michael immediately slid back down again, before repeating his movement.
Honestly, Michael would just need a cock in him, and he‘d forget about all the humiliating things Jamal had made him go through before. However, this time, something served as a constant reminder that he was very much dressed up as a kitten, bouncing on dick.
The damn bell.
It jingled violently with every movement Michael made, as if he was announcing to the world that yes, he loved fucking himself on his teammate’s cock in a kitty costume. The bell was the only thing Michael’s grip on reality was still tied to, the only thing able to make a bit of shame come rushing back until he felt his ears burning up from it. That fucking bell.
And of course, Jamal decided to play into it, provoking him with arousal in his voice, “I should make you wear the collar more often, Mikey… Ahhh— fuck, it’d let me know when kitty‘s being naughty again, fucking herself on a toy because her hole feels lonely.”
Teasing him with the one time Jamal had caught him using a vibrator on himself threw Michael off rhythm. Staying seated on Jamal‘s cock for a second too long before pushing himself back up to resume, Michael let out a few mewls. Back then, his excuse had been feeling lonely because Jamal didn't have time for him. Fucking hell, Jamal remembered. It was humiliating.
But somehow, it only heightened the drive in Michael, rolling his hips experimentally as he continued bouncing on Jamal. Head in the clouds from the embarrassment massively arousing him, Michael almost didn’t notice Jamal moving both of his hands to his burning cheeks, still holding the leash in one palm. It was only when Jamal grabbed them roughly, panting heavily as he spread them apart, that Michael realised what was happening. He looked over his shoulder with shaky eyes, only to see Jamal staring at his hole, swallowing him up. Michael would jokingly call him a disgusting pervert in any other scenario, but with his mind elsewhere and a cock up his ass, he simply couldn‘t. It was filthy in the best possible way, and it only got better when Jamal pulled his leash a bit harder, making Michael arch his back more, a moan leaving his parted lips, “Nggggh—”
Picking up his pace and finding a steady rhythm, Michael managed to make Jamal‘s cock hit his prostate. When he moved back down on the other’s dick, Jamal‘s tip brushed over it perfectly, making Michael‘s legs tingle from pleasure.
“Ah—nnngh—" was the only thing Michael managed to moan, no longer able to utter a full word. He wasn’t a man of many words anyway, but even moaning a single one was an impossible task now.
Michael‘s reaction seemingly amused Jamal, who sounded massively aroused too, his voice strained from pleasure as he tauntingly asked, “What is it? Can kitty— ahh —only meow now?”
Not able to think about Jamal‘s question, too focused on making his cock hit his prostate over and over again, Michael just nodded, accepting his fate.
Big mistake.
Just when Michael had managed to partially blend out that damn bell, Jamal found another way of making him remember the shameful side of their act.
“Do it,“ Jamal groaned, moving his hands underneath Michael’s hoodie again, grabbing his waist.
Michael needed a second to process the question. His mind was a big, mushy, fucked-out mess. So when no immediate answer came, Jamal grabbed his waist tighter as if he was about to make him stop moving again. It got the engine in Michael‘s brain going at least a little bit; too desperate to keep on fucking himself on Jamal‘s dick. However, shame completely took over him as he processed what Jamal wanted, so Michael petulantly shook his head, the bell ringing extra loud.
“Mmmh, I thought you wanted to come today?” Jamal huffed, teasing him further.
What?!
Michael wanted to; he needed it. Not coming today would leave him unsatisfied for at least five business days because his dick had already started leaking with precome as if this was his first time getting fucked. There was simply no way he could hold back now. No way.
Hiding his hands in his sleeves again to fist the fabric from the inside, Michael slowed down his movement, trying to take a deep breath as best as he could. His voice was smaller and more high-pitched as he shamefully moaned, “Mew…”
Jamal laughed. He fucking laughed about it, but his dick was twitching in Michael nonetheless, showing how much he enjoyed seeing him like this: Desperate and pathetic, yet rock-hard and moaning as if he was in heat, continuing to bounce on his dick.
“Good— ahhh —kitty,” Jamal groaned, beginning to roll his hips too. It seemed like Michael‘s display of utter submission loosened a few more screws in his brain.
Jamal, also moving, threw Michael off rhythm, for a short while just standing still as his teammate fucked into him from below. And with that, the majority of shame was forgotten once again, the ringing of the bell mostly ignored, his mind revolving about Jamal using him. He hit all the right places, making Michael moan, “Mmh— ahh—”
But Michael was greedy, wanting Jamal even harder. He started moving back against the rolling of his hips once he understood Jamal‘s rhythm, ignoring his thighs burning from his intense movements. Being in sync with Jamal, his cock sliding in even deeper, was by far more important. Their heavy panting filling the room was an indicator of it, their breathing stained with pleasure.
“Scheiße,” Jamal groaned, seemingly still talkative even though his dick was as hard as it could get, “you feel so— fuck.” Then, he began using more strength. His thrust got a bit rougher as he shoved his dick into Michael‘s used hole. Michael couldn’t answer, too fucked out, too busy moaning word fragments that didn’t make any sense as he blended out the slight layer of sweat that was forming on his skin, the hoodie being more of a hindrance than a blessing now. Needing an outlet, he grabbed Jamal’s thigh with one hand, absentmindedly digging his fingernails into his skin, scratching him here and there like a kitty.
Michael knew he could come like this, with Jamal hitting just the right spots. However, the other seemed to have a different plan, catching Michael off guard as a harsh slap landed on his ass cheek again.
“S-shit, get up, Mikey,” Jamal groaned as he suddenly stopped moving, resulting in Michael letting out a confused whine, still trying to continue rolling his hips.
Breathing heavily, Jamal clarified, “On all fours, I— ahh, fuck —need to fuck you harder,” very obviously distracted by Michael being so insatiable that he didn’t stop moving.
The period of time in which Michael was able to perceive such simple orders was over, though. He was so far gone that Jamal needed to resort to different tactics. Instead of explaining himself once more, Jamal let go of the leash before placing his hands on Michael’s back to push him forward. Michael immediately lost balance, falling forward with Jamal‘s cock slipping out of him.
“Mmmmnnnh—?” Michael whimpered confusedly, his voice more high-pitched than ever before.
His confusion stayed as Jamal quickly slipped away from underneath him. It was obvious that Jamal didn’t expect Michael to think anymore, so he took matters into his own hands, pushing Michael onto his stomach before grabbing his hips to raise them.
Michael just moved along with Jamal‘s manhandling, using his last bit of strength and sanity to push his ass in the air, his face pressed into the mattress as he tried making sense of what was going on. It all happened so quickly that he couldn’t catch up; the next thing he distantly perceived was Jamal spitting onto his empty hole in such a filthy way that it made him immediately moan.
Trying to look over his shoulder, Michael saw Jamal grin smugly, no longer wearing his shirt or his underwear, thrown away while Michael hadn’t been looking. Jamal‘s skin was glistening with a slight layer of sweat as he grabbed his cock, lining himself up again, looking as blissed out as possible. He let out a deep breath, whispering with intense gratification, “Holy shit.” He was a goner too.
Michael could feel his hole pulsing around nothing, impatient and whiny, not replying to Jamal because he simply couldn‘t. Instead, his impatience made him rut back against his teammate, desperately trying to get his dick back inside. Luckily, Jamal didn‘t make him wait too long, visibly needing this as much as him.
When Jamal slid in again, it felt nothing like before. He was even deeper, splitting Michael apart perfectly as he immediately started moving at a moderate pace, but much harder. He instantly pulled out halfway, just to push back in roughly, the sound of skin hitting skin rippling through the room. There was no “getting used to it”; Jamal just gave it to Michael hard from the get-go, with more force in his thrusts now that he had more freedom of movement.
“Ahh— ahh–" Michael moaned loudly, the dull ache of getting pounded into sending bolts of pleasure through his body. Instinctively, he grabbed onto the inside of his sleeves again, trying to brace himself. However, Jamal knew no mercy, not that Michael wanted it anyway. The way Jamal was fucking him right now was everything Michael ever needed: Hard and rough from behind, with the stamina of an athlete.
Michael felt himself heating up even more, his hoodie worsening it. Mentally and physically, Michael was on fire, his cock starting to leak more heavily as Jamal was hammering his sweet spot. Filthy and wet noises of Jamal fucking into his hole filled the room. Completely fucked out, Michael could do nothing but lie there and take it because Jamal made him see stars. The vision in the corner of Michael‘s eyes turned slightly blurry, tears swelling in them again, but this time from pure bliss. He barely felt any pain from Jamal going so hard; it was all just pleasure.
“Ja—nnngh,” he moaned, sounding so ecstatic that Jamal intuitively changed his rhythm. Michael was all airheaded from the passion fucked right into him, so that he only distantly heard Jamal groan, “Swall‘wing me up so good.” Still, it made Michael go into overdrive, because yes, he was good for Jamal, so fucking good. Jamal was using him to get off, and he took it like his perfect, little fleshlight. No thoughts, just a dumb kitty presenting herself.
Jamal, however, found a way of pushing Michael even further. Fucked out and in a headspace far away apparently wasn’t enough yet, Jamal wanted Michael obliterated. Within a second, Jamal draped himself over his teammate, one hand on Michael’s back to press him into the mattress deeper. As he began rolling his hips faster, Jamal also moved his other hand to Michael‘s mouth, brushing his fingers over his slightly parted lips. On instinct, Michael opened his mouth further, letting Jamal push his index and middle fingers inside. Michael immediately began sucking on them as if his life depended on them, making a mess out of himself. It resulted in Jamal groaning heavily, slurring, “Good k‘tty.”
And finally, not even noticing what he was doing, Michael let out a small, breathy, “Meow,” on his own accord, barely audible around Jamal‘s fingers.
But Jamal heard it. Of course, he did. He went feral over Michael giving in to pleasure, continuing to pound him into the mattress while breathlessly demanding, “Mirror, ahhh— look at y‘rself.”
Even for Jamal, it was difficult to formulate full sentences at this point, but it wasn’t like Michael noticed. He was too busy deciphering Jamal‘s slurred words, nothing making sense anymore, not even the concept of time and space. Michael truthfully didn‘t know how long he had already been lying here with Jamal fucking into him as if it was his birth-given right.
Michael’s eyes, however, found the mirror anyway. It had only been a matter of time with the object being right across the bed, Michael’s gaze inevitably landing on his own reflection. Barely even recognising himself, Michael moaned around Jamal‘s fingers because yes, that was really him: Back arched, ass in the air, and fucked as if there was no tomorrow. He never looked more blissed out with drool pooling around Jamal’s fingers, his eyelids fluttering, and worst of all, his cock leaking pathetically onto the sheets. It was an insane sight, especially in combination with the kitten setup.
Michael loved it. Even more continuous moans left his parted lips as he stared at his kitty ears, because Jamal had turned him into this.
Jamal, Jamal, Jamal.
In Michael‘s mind, there was only the other man, pounding him so deeply that it fucked any other thought out of his mind, getting him close to the edge.
It only got more intense as his teammate groaned, “C-close,” picking up his pace to chase his orgasm. Michael was unsure if Jamal had ever gone so hard on him, his whole body moving with every rough thrust, the bell on his collar ringing again. With Jamal‘s cock hitting his prostate dead-on, Michael only distantly noticed how the noise of the bed hitting the wall joined all the breathy and wet sounds already echoing through the room. If Michael had the mental capacity, he’d think about how lucky he was that there weren’t any neighbors they could disturb. However, there was a high probability that he wouldn’t mind it anyway, being as fucked out as he was. Currently, Michael was in such a trance-like state that Jamal could fuck him in front of their whole team and he wouldn’t mind. Aleks and a few others could watch for all he cared.
So close that it almost hurt, Michael desperately whined, “Nnnngh— mmmh—,” an endless waterfall of sounds leaving his lips as Jamal fucked the air out of his lungs over and over again. He could come any second, the wet patch beneath his leaking dick growing. The only thing holding him back was his submissive mind subconsciously telling him not to come before Jamal did, to hold it until his teammate was fully satisfied. Michael wanted Jamal to use him till the very end, until he would come so deeply inside of him that he‘d leak for days.
Holding back got more and more difficult, though, as Jamal suddenly grabbed Michael‘s leash again. He pulled it so harshly that a surprised and breathless hiccup left Michael‘s mouth, the pressure on his throat heightening just enough to make breathing a bit more difficult. Shortly, Michael's eyes rolled back, his fingers hidden in his sleeves twitching from the overwhelming stimulation. Still, Michael felt Jamal‘s hips stuttering and his thrusts becoming more sloppy, a deep, “F-fuck” escaping his throat.
Then, finally, Jamal came, spilling his hot cum in Michael without wasting a single drop. Jamal climaxed so intensely that Michael immediately followed suit. Moaning violently against Jamal’s fingers with tears pooling in his eyes, all-consuming pleasure coursed through Michael‘s veins. Barely getting a breath in, his whole body pulled itself together uncontrollably, before a wave of relief crashed over him. With tears running down his cheeks, cum shot out of his abandoned dick without even having to touch it. He was shaking all over but felt complete, Jamal‘s pleasure being his own, and his own pleasure being Jamal‘s.
Breathing so fast that his whole body was tingling, Michael barely noticed how Jamal stopped his movements, no longer riding out of his orgasm. With his head under the water, he only just heard Jamal whispering into his ear, “Shhh, Mike. Everything's good, breathe.”
Michael tried, the comforting words barely making it through to him as Jamal let himself fall forward completely, making Michael crash into the wet mess below. With Jamal on top of him, still plugging him up, Michael eventually felt a sense of comfort, knowing he wasn’t alone. Jamal was in him deeply, stroking his wet cheek, which eventually managed to calm him down, his breathing returning to normal as the minutes passed.
“Putain,” Michael muttered exhaustedly as his mind tried catching up with everything. He didn’t pay any attention to the mess around them, eyelids simply falling shut.
“You’re unreal, Mike… so perfect,” Jamal smiled softly, moving his hand from his cheeks to his locs. It put a content but tired smile on Michael’s face too, the aftermath of their actions slowly catching up to him. As adrenaline left his body, an uncomfortable ache spread, but Jamal being there made it so easy to ignore for now.
The next thing he felt was Jamal fumbling around with his kitten ears. Without even thinking about his action, Michael quickly moved his own hand to Jamal‘s in an attempt to stop him. Immediately, mild pain shot through his arm, realising that quick movements weren’t within the bounds of possibility.
“What… You want me to leave them in?” Jamal chuckled, stunned. Michael just nodded tiredly, not caring that he validated Jamal‘s previous assumption of him liking the kitty setup.
In response, Jamal huffed, “Tsss, you‘re something, Mike… really.”
Michael nodded again, a small smile still plastered on his face, lost in euphoria. He felt cozy with Jamal being there.
A few more minutes went by before Jamal whispered, “I‘ll pull out now, yeah?” slowly moving up. When he slipped out, crashing onto the mattress beside Michael so closely that they were still touching, Michael felt a bit of cum running down his ass. Obviously, he couldn't have that. In automatic mode, Michael opened his eyes a bit, searching for the plug lying close to him to shove it towards Jamal.
“… You can’t be serious,” Jamal huffed, amusedly.
“I am,” Michael purred in response, his voice sounding rough from the harsh, previous treatment, knowing damn well what an unhinged demand it was. Well, after everything, he still had to outfreak Jamal, didn't he?
Shaking his head in disbelief, but still as giddy as ever, Jamal took the tail into his hand, moving behind Michael. In one quick move, Jamal pushed the plug in again, keeping his cum in Michael just like he wanted. Before lying back down, Jamal placed the tail onto Michael's back, chuckling, “Bath in fifteen, yeah?”
Michael just hummed, closing his eyes, feeling more exhausted than after a match including extra time. Jamal used it as an opportunity to tease him again while throwing an arm around his waist, “I know kitties don‘t like water, but you have to, Mikey.”
Michael laughed, letting out a quiet grunt. “Ferme-la.”
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