Chapter One

Chapter One

“Four thousand?!” exclaimed Felix.

Tab nodded. “It’s actually five thousand, but I get a cut.”

Felix narrowed his eyes. “Can we say no?”

“Of course you can say no.” Tab rolled his eyes. “Prince Rainier isn’t going to walk in here and demand someone go with him. He wants a pet for six months, and he’s willing to pay to sort of adopt one of you, but you don’t have to dress up and participate. He’s only going to choose from whoever is in the private room.”

“Would we stay here or go with him?”

“You’d go. I’d think he’d prefer to keep his pet somewhere more private instead of scheduling weekly sessions. It’s easier. Of course, he might not pick you. A few other guys are willing to do it, but you could put yourself out there if you’re willing to give it a go.”

Felix buckled a leather strap onto his left thigh. “Do you happen to know what Prince Rainier’s like?”

Tab shrugged. “I never met him, but everyone says he’s quite decent, and you know the Queen is a fair ruler.”

Felix stood to adjust his loincloth which was sheer and left little to the imagination. "A person might be nice in public and different in private.”

Tab leaned against his dressing table. “I’ve never heard anything bad about him. I’m sure he’s been to other houses, and I’ve talked to other owners. They would have said something.”

“Why not find a cat fairy somewhere?”

“I think it’s more about the dressing up."

Felix fiddled with his chest halter in the looking glass. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

“It’ll be next week.” Tab tilted his head. “You might have to accept a gag if he picks you. I don’t know if he’d require that.”

Felix scowled. “I hate them.”

“Well, if you want the money, and he picks you…some like to keep their pets quiet.”

“I can stay quiet by myself.”

“I gag mine sometimes because I like the way it looks, and he likes it.”

“He’s a pony. That’s different.”

“It doesn’t matter. I like the look of it, and the Prince might too. So if he picks you and says that’s a must, then you probably won’t be a good fit. I’m just warning you.”

Felix fiddled with the sheer cloth brushing his thighs. “I-I don’t know.”

“Think about it. Maybe he won’t. You can ask, and think of the four thousand lan’s you’d make if he picked you.” Tab straightened and tugged down the hem of his shirt. “You don’t have to put yourself out there for him, and you could say no last minute if you get a bad feeling about him or something. You know I’d never make any of you do something you don’t want to do.”

“Let me think about it for a bit.”

Once Tab left his room, Felix attached a thin, gold chain to his nipple piercings. He used to be okay with gags, but he’d hated them after one incident when he was new to rough play, young, and stupid. The dominant should have given him a safety signal to do. Felix had been bound in such a way, he hadn’t been able to snap his fingers which was a generally accepted signal.

The dominant had kept whipping him and thought the noises he’d made through the gag were because he was hurting but in a way that was enjoyable.

Felix hadn’t been enjoying it. The pain had been too much at first, and once he had grown scared and truly wanted it to stop, it had all turned into pure agony. Afterward, he hadn’t been scared of whips or pain in bed when it was done right. It was the total loss of control and not being able to speak that had terrified him more.

Luckily, when he got a job at Pierced Pretties, Tab, who owned the place, had been understanding. It was a house for the rich and kinky, but they had rules to follow, and those who didn’t obey were kicked out and banned. Nobody was allowed to force the employees into things they weren’t willing to do, and gags were off the list when it came to Felix.

Maybe he could try again. He had considered it a few times because he used to enjoy it, but he could never quite make himself do it again with another client. If he got lucky, and the Prince picked him…

Four thousand lan was a lot of money.

***

On the night the Prince came, Felix took a back hall to the reserved room. The Prince had wanted this to be private, and he’d probably come in the back way. Also, none of the whores would be wearing clothes since they were supposed to be acting like pets, and they didn’t usually walk around the whorehouse completely naked. Felix had to take off one of the fake paws to turn the doorknob.

“Wait for me!” One of the other guys came running down the hall. “Do you like my mask?”

Felix raised an eyebrow at the hideous brown dog mask that covered most of his face except for his mouth. “Are you trying to scare off the Prince because that’s kind of ugly?"

“You’re just saying that because you’re a cat now.”

“Pfft. He might not like that.”

"Tab said he’ll likely take a cat, but I’d rather be a puppy if I’m going to dress up."

Felix knew the Prince wouldn’t take him once he entered and saw one of the other whores. Oliver must have gone shopping since he had a diamond bell collar, and the matching red lead had more studded along the length. He’d dangled little gold chains from his nipple piercings, and his red tail was big and fluffy. Tab or someone must have helped him since he’d already locked his paws on. A gag with a red leather ball was also strapped into his mouth.

Even though he was nearly thirty-five, he was usually pretty popular with his gold curls and enormous blue eyes. Some of the other whores joked that Oliver only had to get on his knees, look up with his huge eyes, and any customer would be ready to empty their coin purse for him right there.

Felix might as well give up now that he’d seen Oliver. The fake paws he’d gotten out of the storage room in the back were pink, and they weren’t as bright or new. His collar was black leather with a bell, but it didn’t have any diamonds, and he hadn’t thought to bring a lead. The plug tail he’d put in his ass was black too, and it wasn’t as fluffy or new-looking.

Felix had brown hair, and while his eyes were blue, he could never quite seem to get the same look on his face like Oliver even though he’d practiced in his looking glass.

He suppressed a sigh as the whore with the dog mask got on the floor and lolloped over to Oliver who took a fake swipe at him with his paw. Felix sat on a low stool to put his paw back on which took a little effort. They fully encased his hands, made his fingers useless, and were flat on the top and bottom. The toe beans were stitched on the bottom in paler cloth.

One of the whores on the couch lifted a leg up in the air. “Should I lick my own ass or is that taking the animal thing too far?”

“You couldn’t even reach it,” one said as Tab bustled in with his pet following.

“No pets on the furniture. Remember?”

“He’s not here yet, and I’m not in character at the moment.”

“I don’t care," said Tab. "Get down.”

Tab’s pleasure slave had a blue horsetail plug up his ass tonight, and a bit gag kept him quiet, but he’d left off the fake hooves. He went to sit off to the side.

A table by the couch already had wine and snacks. The armchairs had been pushed back, and Tab had tossed around a few toys. Felix had never done cat play and was sure he’d look stupid while swatting at a bell ball or attacking a stick with strings or feathers.

Especially with Oliver already practicing as he smacked at a ball while looking like a perfect pet. He batted it toward Felix who knocked it back. The dog whore with the mask attacked it, grabbed it with his teeth, and shook it as he growled.

“Dumb dog,” said one.

He dropped the toy. “Say that to my face!”

“I will if you take off the damn mask. Why didn’t you just do dog ears like me or a hood mask? That thing you got on is ugly.”

“Everybody be quiet,” snapped Tab. “He’ll be here in a couple of minutes. Felix, get off the stool. Remember, act like whatever you picked, and try to relax. He wants to see how you do. Play with each other, but no fighting. You’re not actually animals.”

Tab had said the Prince would probably take a kitten, but a pup wasn’t out of the question, so the whores who’d agreed to be “adopted" for a bit should pick what they preferred. Someone might be more comfortable as a cat and not a puppy. Forcing it wouldn’t work.

Felix felt like he was forcing it as he waited closer to the door on his knees and tried to sit like a cat. Grandma would have a stroke if she saw him right now and knew what he did for a living.

Tab left and returned after a few minutes to open the door for Prince Rainier. Felix had only seen him at a distance a few times. He wasn’t dressed overly fancy, but his knee-length black coat probably cost several months wages for the average commoner. The turned-back sleeves were silk, and his cloak and trousers were black too.

He’d heard the Queen was a massive prude. Maybe Prince Rainier didn’t want her finding out he’d come here for this, and that’s why he’d picked dark colors to go out in.

The other whores came a bit closer although they hesitated. Felix was suddenly a little embarrassed to be meeting the Crown Prince with a plug up his ass despite the sexual freedom of this realm.

Prince Rainier first looked at Felix who hadn’t expected to see a slight tightness around his eyes and mouth. Oliver came right up with an expression of pure adoration and didn’t hesitate to rub himself on the Prince’s legs just like a cat.

“Aren’t you a pretty Kitten?” Prince Rainier’s golden eyes softened, and several strands of his long black hair fell forward as he reached down. "All blonde and red, huh?"

Oliver arched his back as he was stroked, and he even managed to make a purring noise in the back of his throat.

Well, that was it. Felix wouldn’t be surprised if Prince Rainier took Oliver’s lead right there and walked out with him.

The others came closer, and Prince Rainier stroked Oliver’s tail before he nudged him out of the way. “Let me walk, kitty. I don’t want to step on your tail.”

Oliver followed behind him and somehow put a bounce in his step even though he was crawling. Another man with orange hair pulled back in a tight ponytail came after the Prince and reached to pat one of the dog whores who woofed and shook his rear to make his fake tail wag.

Prince Rainier paused by the couch and removed his cloak. Judging by the way his coat fit, he was thinner than Felix would have expected. He lagged behind the others and sat while Tab took both men’s cloaks. Since Oliver had broken the ice, the others dared to rub on the Prince’s legs or even put their paws on his hip. Tab’s pet stayed back since he wasn’t for sale.

“So everyone has to be pierced to work here?” asked Prince Rainier.

“That’s my main requirement, Your Highness,” said Tab.

One of the dog whores rolled onto his back. On the underside of his cock, he had three silver bars pierced through and a ring near the bottom of his ballsack. Prince Rainier crouched to stroke his side. “You’re an eager puppy, aren’t you?”

If the whore had a real tail, it probably would have been slapping the floor. Oliver came over to butt his other hand for a pat which made the Prince smile.

“Just like a kitty. Has to be the number one.”

One of the others put his paws on the Prince’s back to knead him, but Felix was pretty sure this was a done deal already.

The Prince took one of the sticks on the floor to wave for a cat whore so he could smack at the feathers. Felix sat on the floor and leaned against one end of the couch as he watched. The orange-haired man seemed pretty interested in one of the dogs, and he told Prince Rainier he should take him.

“Eh, I’ll see.”

He certainly seemed more interested in the cats, and the dog whores started paying more attention to the companion. Felix wondered if he’d buy a pet too and who he was. He was probably partly for protection even though the Prince wore a sword at his side.

Once the Prince sat and told the whores to play, Oliver got up on the couch and into his lap. Felix didn’t feel like batting around a ball or attacking feathers. He was too inexperienced at this and didn’t really understand how to get into the mindset more. It seemed easier to the others except for a dog who was happier to sit by the pony guy.

Prince Rainier drank some wine and laughed at his friend who was playing tug of war with a dog whore and a rope toy. He stroked Oliver who looked beyond pleased with himself since the Prince was surely his now.

Considering Oliver’s age, he’d probably have to retire in a few years. He looked damn good now, but age would catch up at some point, and he’d mentioned using his savings to open his own whorehouse back down south where his parents lived. A few thousand lan would certainly plump up his savings.

Prince Rainier nudged Oliver down and told him to go play. Once Oliver was on the floor, he stretched out his arms straight, lowered his head, and poked his ass right up. No doubt that was to show the Prince the piercing he had between his hole and sack. Also, it was a very cat-like way to stretch.

Felix yawned and watched the prettiest cat in the room bat around a bell ball with another. After a few seconds, he noticed Prince Rainier looking at him. He was probably wondering why Felix was the most boring pet.

Prince Rainier made a kissy noise, leaned forward, and held out his hand. “Come here, Kitten.”

Felix tilted his head and almost asked, “Me?” until he remembered they shouldn’t talk unless spoken to in a way that required an answer. He crept forward on his hands and knees. Prince Rainier reached out to scratch his fake ears before he straightened up.

“Come sit by my feet, Kitten.”

“Do you have a privy?” the orange-haired guy asked Tab.

“It’s down the hall you came in by and on the left.”

“Thanks.”

Felix settled by the Prince’s feet and figured he wanted to check out everyone. He’d lose interest pretty soon. Prince Rainier leaned down to scratch under his chin.

“You have to be a little careful with him since he’s a human,” said Tab. “Pain and bondage are fine, and he likes it, but take that into account.”

“Oh.” Prince Rainier widened his eyes at Felix. “What are you doing here in the fairy realm?”

Felix cleared his throat. “Er, my Mother met a fairy on Earth, Your Majesty. She already had me, and the guy took my family here. They ended up not marrying, but she stayed and lives with my Grandma in Yorn.”

“Ahh. How long have you been here?”

“Since I was twelve. I’m twenty-four now.”

“So not much here is actually new to you?”

Felix shook his head and smiled. “I’m pretty used to everything by now.”

“Where did you come from?”

“Ranet in Camaday, Your Majesty.”

“I won’t pretend to know where that is. Have you ever been a kitten before?”

“Er, no. If you want experience, Oliver’s a better choice. He’s the one in red.”

Prince Rainier patted his lap. “Come here, Kitten.”

Felix figured he must be an interesting novelty because he was a human, but Oliver would be chosen later since he was like the perfect cat. Prince Rainier pushed Felix down so his upper body was across his lap, and he started stroking him. It was rather nice to be petted like a cat, and when the Prince’s hand wandered closer to his ass, he poked it up.

“Shit,” he mumbled when the Prince started playing with the plug in his ass.

“Shh. Kittens don’t talk. If I speak, I think you can figure out if it requires a real answer.”

Felix kept his lips sealed while the Prince kept playing with the plug to stimulate his rim, and his cock started to thicken.

“You see, Oliver’s like a purebred cat, and there’s nothing wrong with that, but kitties on the street are sometimes the sweetest and best. They’re like little diamonds in the rough, and they bloom with care. They just need a chance.”

Felix turned his head to give the Prince a faintly snide look. He wasn’t some homeless guy.

Prince Rainier laughed and showed his fangs. He wasn’t a cat fairy, but Felix wondered if he liked biting the neck of his lovers to hold them still during sex since he was into kitten play. Fanged types tended to enjoy it, and Felix was perfectly all right with that.

“You seem to have a little cat attitude. Roll over.”

Felix rolled over, and his erect cock bobbed. The foreskin had retracted around the swollen head which had been pierced with a gold ring, and the Prince started fiddling with it.

"Very nice." He shifted to reach into his coat pocket, and he pulled out a gag with a pink leather ball. “Open, Kitten.”

Felix tensed, and Tab spoke. “He doesn’t do gags, Your Highness. Unless he makes an exception for you.”

“I often play with gags,” said Prince Rainier.

What if this would be a non-negotiable thing? Felix thought about the money that he needed. If the Prince was talking to him and wanted to gag him, maybe he preferred Felix even over Oliver. Or he could just be playing around.

Shit, if he had a chance at that money, he better take it. He opened his mouth, but the strain lines returned around Prince Rainier’s eyes as he frowned.

“Why don’t you like gags?”

“Someone hurt me once while I was gagged,” said Felix. “We were both young, and he didn’t think to give me a signal. I couldn’t snap either. It terrified me, but…that was a long time ago, so I could give it a try.”

Prince Rainier’s eyes softened. “Is it not feeling safe and being unable to communicate those feelings that you’re scared of?”

“Yeah…”

“But you might try it now?”

“Yes."

“You can’t snap your fingers with the paws on, so clap them once if you need me to stop.”

Felix had to roll over, and his stomach tensed once he tasted the leather.

Prince Rainier buckled it behind his head and was careful to not let his hair get caught. “I love the way gags look, and they’re also good for teaching pets to keep quiet. I like silence during play unless you’re moaning or something like that. Meows are acceptable, and you can scream my name if you’re cumming on my cock.”

The image that brought to Felix’s mind sent a spike of pleasure through him.

The Prince flipped him back over. “But I also like my pets to feel safe, and that comes first.”

He started stroking Felix’s cock. Felix suddenly clapped his paws, and the Prince immediately stopped.

“Do I need to take it off?”

Felix shook his head, and he did his best to take the Prince’s hand in his paws to place it back on his dick.

“Were you testing me?”

Felix nodded. He’d heard a few horror stories before about dominants ignoring safety words or signals. It hadn’t happened here as far as he knew, but he knew some dominants might pretend to agree so they could tie up the partner and make them helpless. If they were that sort, they likely wouldn’t stop quite so quickly even in a public setting because they didn’t care to begin with.

But the Prince had instantly stopped and asked if he needed to remove the gag.

“Are you sure you want to continue?” pressed the Prince.

Felix nodded and thrust his hips to fuck his grip, and Prince Rainier started stroking him again. He couldn’t quite get rid of the nerves in his gut since he hadn’t done this in so long, but he did feel a lot better with a way out of things.

If gags were pretty much a requirement, he figured he could do it if the Prince actually cared. This wouldn’t turn into a repeat of that one incident.

Plus, he’d get the money.

Or maybe the Prince simply felt like jerking off a cat and was going to pick Oliver. Felix didn’t look over to see what he was doing since the hand around his cock was taking up too much of his attention span.

“Put your paws at chest level and curl them,” Prince Rainier commanded, and Felix complied. “I’d rather have a Kitten to train instead of one like Oliver who seems to have it downpat. I have a feeling he’d be a stubborn Kitten too, and I prefer the sweet ones who behave."

Felix vaguely noticed the orange-haired guy was back. Considering how long he was gone, hopefully no one went into that privy for a bit. Felix forgot about him as the Prince’s hand quickened. He let out a moan through the gag and was sure he was about to spurt in a few more seconds. His balls drew up, and the Prince stopped.

Felix strained his hips up, desperate for just a little more friction, but the Prince released his cock and gently pressed on his lower stomach. “Stay down. You’re not cumming unless I say. Get on the floor.”

He gave the bell a little tap to make it tink before Felix obeyed. Prince Rainier got up to grab a feather toy and waved it at Oliver who was about to approach.

“No. Play with your friends.”

Oliver gave Felix a faint pouty look before he obeyed. Prince Rainier waved the feather toy for him, and Felix stayed on his hands and knees.

Swatting at a toy seemed so silly to him, and his face warmed.

“Come on, Kitten. There’s no need to be shy.”

Prince Rainier tickled his nose with the feather, and he automatically swiped at it.

“There you go.” Prince Rainier smiled and waved it again.

Felix batted at it, and Prince Rainier dragged it across the floor. Felix crawled after the feathers and tried to pounce, but he couldn’t grip through the paws. The Prince’s smile grew bigger, and Felix suddenly noticed the bulge in his trousers.

He wouldn’t mind stopping the silly stuff so he could explore the Prince’s cock with his tongue. In fact, he wouldn’t mind bending over for it either right then.

But the things that he considered rather silly were arousing to the Prince, and that was what he was seeking in a pet. Felix kept swatting and trying to get the feathers. This wasn’t so bad, and the Prince likely wouldn’t be too hard of an owner to please.

Submitting and making his sexual partner happy was part of the reason Felix got into this work.

When Prince Rainier paused to straighten a couple of bent feathers, Felix crawled to him and rubbed the side of his face on the bulge. He could feel the warmth through the fabric, and if he hadn’t been gagged, he would have given it a lick.

“Would you be a good Kitten while I train you?”

Felix put his paws flat and touched his forehead to the floor as he stuck his ass up.

Prince Rainier crouched and lifted his chin. Felix moved forward to rub his face against the side of the Prince’s. He smelled like lavender.

“My little Kitten.”