Chapter Eleven #2
Dropping his bag on the table set against one wall, Ellery undid the padlock again. And, as easily as that, Kefir was at his side, everything else in the room forgotten as he came to investigate what his master had brought with him.
A jumble of leather poured out of the bag.
“Put everything you’re wearing in there,” Ellery ordered, with a nod to the empty bag, as the last items spilled out.
Kefir undressed without ever looking away from the table. He tilted his head this way and that, as if trying to make sense out of the objects piled there, to imagine what kind of garments they might become when they were untangled from each other.
Ellery let him wait and wonder until all their street clothes were locked away, and they both stood naked facing the table.
“You can help me with mine first,” Ellery decided.
The leather chaps and waistcoat would have taken him mere moments to put on if he were by himself.
With Kefir’s help, it took closer to half an hour.
The little lion was blatantly fascinated with the fabric—the texture, the scent, the taste of it.
Apparently determined to get the full leather experience, he nuzzled and licked at the clothing as he helped place it against Ellery’s skin.
Ellery watched it all, enchanted by seeing a kitten taking his first wavering steps into a new world and seeming to thrive on everything he found there.
Despite his newfound fascination with leather, Kefir wasn’t inclined to neglect Ellery’s body.
That had to be given due attention, rubbed against and caressed at every opportunity, too.
Chaps in place and Kefir on his knees before him, Ellery stared down at the little lion as he joyfully arched and rubbed his bare skin against Ellery’s leather clad leg.
He leaned forward and nuzzled at Ellery’s dick, too, but Ellery stopped him from taking it into his mouth with a tug on the lead. Kefir blinked up at him, a little mew of protest escaping from him before he sealed his lips tightly together again as if worried he was wrong to complain.
“Don’t you want to see what you’re going to be wearing?”
A quick nod, and Kefir was back on his feet, the tiny reprimand already forgotten.
There wasn’t much left on the table. Ellery picked up the butt plug first. If Kefir had ever seen one before, he gave no sign of it. He looked up at his master, polite curiosity dancing in his eyes.
With a firm grip on Kefir’s lead, it took Ellery mere moments to have him kneeling on a bare section of the low table.
Slicked fingers quickly stretched him open as he held himself still.
The plug wasn’t large, smaller than Ellery’s cock, but it apparently felt different from the sub’s side of things.
Kefir gasped as Ellery slid it into place.
As the rounded tip disappeared from view and flared end settled neatly between Kefir’s cheeks, Ellery felt himself laying claim to Kefir more thoroughly than ever.
Stroking his hand over Kefir’s arse, Ellery let him just rest there for a few moments and get used to the sensation, before helping him down off the table.
Kefir looked over his shoulder at Ellery.
“That’s going to stay there all night,” Ellery whispered to him, as he pulled Kefir back so their bodies were pressed tightly together.
Kefir nodded, even as he whimpered.
Ellery slid his hand down between them and gently manipulated the plug, making him squirm. “Every time you take a step, it’ll move like this.”
The little lion bit his lip. If Ellery was any judge, the boy was half a second away from coming when Ellery stepped back and handed a pair of shorts to him.
They were tight. It took Kefir a lot of squirming to get them on and zipped up over his erection.
Leaning back against the edge of the table, Ellery watched the show with due appreciation, knowing that every single movement was going to have the plug dancing inside Kefir, pressing against his prostate and making him even more desperate to come.
By the time he had wriggled into the only true piece of clothing he was destined to wear that night, Kefir was gasping for breath, scrambling for control.
The only thing left to add were the cuffs. Picking Kefir up, Ellery sat him on the table. His eyes opened very wide before slowly dropping shut as he apparently realised for the first time that sitting with a plug in was very different to standing with one in.
Right on the edge, and lacking permission to come, he was glorious. Ellery chuckled gently at his plight as he fastened the buckles on the cuffs. Ankles and wrists quickly surround by leather, Kefir was almost ready to face the club.
Ellery tugged at the lead, pulling Kefir in for a kiss. With his free hand, Ellery easily clipped the wrist cuffs together behind Kefir’s back, and Kefir purred into the kiss in response. Perfect.
When he finally forced himself to pull away, Ellery ran his eyes over Kefir one more time. Yes, perfect. “Ready, kitten?”
“Yes, sir.”
Ellery smiled, just slightly in love with the fact it hadn’t even occurred to his kitten to ask his master, “Ready for what?”