Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Felix still couldn’t believe it when he was in the carriage, over the Prince’s lap, and had two oiled fingers up his ass.

Once Tab had the signed and sealed document so the money would be transferred from the treasury, Prince Rainier had given Felix a quick run-down of the rules. For three days, he would be a kitten. That meant no walking on two legs, he’d eat and drink from a bowl, and he’d wear his plug tail for periods, but not all of the time. His ears would stay on, and he’d wear paws for several hours at a time.

At night, he could take off everything to sleep except for his collar.

It was to help him get used to pretending to be a kitten, and after that, he’d get more privileges. His time with the Prince would last for six months, and afterward, he could go back to the whorehouse or do whatever he liked.

Most of his money was stored at the Rosewood City Bank, and he’d be four thousand lan richer. In the meantime, the Prince would take care of his food and such.

The orange-haired guy, Lance, would make sure the Prince’s new pet behaved during his three days of training. If Felix disobeyed, he’d get two strokes with the cane, and the Prince would also punish him. Felix preferred being obedient.

He didn’t care for Lance who was rather quiet and seemed boring, but he’d only be staying to watch, ensure his behavior, and punish him if necessary. Thankfully, he wouldn’t be participating in sex or playing because Felix never particularly liked two doing him at the same time.

Prince Rainier had brought a set of bright pink cat paws, and he’d replaced the other ones. He’d locked them on so Felix couldn’t wiggle them off, and they each had a ring near the lock so he could be restrained in other ways. A short chain was currently keeping them together behind his back, so he had no choice but to remain over the Prince’s lap while he was played with. Not that he minded.

He was to shake his head no or flutter his lashes if he needed to when bound, and he realized being gagged wasn’t bad. He felt pretty safe even though he couldn’t speak and was helpless.

The Prince’s fingers kept exploring his ass, and the other guy sighed. “A pup’s more fun. You should have gotten one so I could play fetch with it.”

“Cats are better.”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so, and this pet is for me. You’re only watching him for three days.”

The guy snorted.

Felix tried to rub his throbbing erection on the Prince’s legs, but a good smack on his ass stopped his wiggling. The Prince made him sit up after that so he could play with his pierced nipples.

“I can’t have you cumming just yet.” The Prince’s fangs skimmed his neck, and Felix whimpered as his right nipple was pinched. “Do you like that?”

Felix made a noise of assent. The Norian crystal lantern hanging from the ceiling of the carriage threw shadows around, and he closed his eyes as he let himself sink into the pleasure. God, he hoped the Prince played with his nipples while fucking him.

“You get to cum tonight, but you’ll wear a cock cage for three days so you’re not rubbing yourself on anything while you practice.”

Felix let out a slight growl to see if that was considered bad or good, and the Prince laughed.

“As long as you’re good, it’ll stay off after that.”

The carriage ride lasted for about forty minutes, and Felix was edged, teased and tormented the whole time. He was pretty desperate when he was taken out, his paws were unhooked, and he was permitted to stand in the yard of a small house. He’d always had a strange fantasy of being brought outside naked to be used, but he had to follow the Prince inside.

He wouldn’t be staying at the Castle because of the Queen. Prince Rainier said he’d had pets stay with him before, but he didn’t feel like hearing her complaints.

Considering how fairies were much more sexually free than humans on Earth, Felix didn’t see why she’d get annoyed about what her son did in private. But prudes existed here.

The house was just outside of Rosewood City and basic but pleasant. It had a small, fenced-in yard, and a stable. Prince Rainier said a lord owned it, and he rarely ever used it so he didn’t mind renting it out.

Felix waited on the floor in the sitting room while Lance got a fire going, and the Prince disappeared into another room to his left. A door near the fireplace led to the kitchen. He assumed a closed door on the opposite side was another bedroom. The furniture was plain, and there were a few bookshelves, but the house didn’t have that much.

Prince Rainier returned and led Felix around to show him. He’d eat in the kitchen, and once he proved he could be a good Kitten, he’d be permitted to read the books, and if he wanted, he could go walking outside.

Prince Rainier’s voice took on a serious note as he led Felix into the bedroom. “You are my Kitten, but you’re still a man, and I don’t want you trapped inside for an entire six months. That’s not healthy, and you need interaction and stimulation beyond sex and kitty play.” He crouched and studied Felix’s face. “I will tell you things to do, so don’t be worried if you forget something. I can tell the difference between forgetting and disobedience. You do understand that you’re not to walk for the next three days, right?”

Felix nodded.

“You’re permitted to stand to use the privy, but you better be back on your knees right after. If you walk, and Lance catches you, he will give you two with a cane. If you keep breaking those rules, you’ll get more strokes, and if I come back to find a bunch of cane marks on your ass, you’ll be in a cock cage for a week.”

Felix had never worn a cock cage for a week, and he never wanted to find out what that was like.

Prince Rainier pointed to one side of the room where a cage was. “You’ll also sleep in that at night and have your freedom restricted once I give you a good strapping. I’m not into causing severe pain, but I will punish you if needed. For now, the cock cage is only for training because it’s not a favorite thing of mine.”

Felix nodded. If he broke the rules, he’d suffer the consequences. He liked firm dominants who weren’t afraid to punish him.

I think you’ll be a good Kitten, right?” Prince Rainier tickled the underside of his chin. “I’m not too strict in general, and I’d rather not punish you.”

Firm dominants were even better when they had a sweet side.

Prince Rainier took a few things out of a drawer while Felix sat on the floor. The bed was pretty big, and on the other side in the corner of the room was a huge cushion that was sort of like a cat bed.

A few cat toys were spread around the floor, and Prince Rainier said he could practice playing with them tomorrow. With some practice, he wouldn’t feel so awkward or embarrassed.

The paws were still locked on him, and when he looked at them closely, he noticed the toe beans weren’t fully sewn on. The top and bottoms were open, and Prince Rainier noticed him looking.

“It’s for air. You’ll get breaks from them during the day, but it’s so your skin doesn’t get too sweaty. Lance will draw a bath for you tomorrow, so you’ll be able to clean yourself up too.” He sat on the bed and patted it. “Come here, Kitten.”

Felix hurried to get next to him, and the headband with his ears was removed and replaced with a pink pair. The collar came next, and the new one was pink with a shiny silver bell. The Prince tossed a pair of pads on the bedside table and said those were for his knees.

“Lance can put those on for you tomorrow. He knows when to gag you and when to take things off or put them on. Do you still feel safe?”

Felix nodded.

“What’s your safety signal if I have you restrained, and you can’t clap?”

Felix shook his head no and fluttered his lashes. Either would do.

“If you feel safe, but you need to say something important like if you feel sick or something is wrong when you’re gagged, put your paws together and keep them like that. That’s also if you need water. Show me.”

Felix pressed the bottoms of his paws together like when human’s prayed.

“You are allowed to ask questions, but don’t use that just to get out of being gagged. Your safety word if you’re not gagged is Norian. Can you remember that? Good. Is there anything you want to ask now?”

Felix thought for a moment. He was rather curious to know if the Prince would ever take him out in the yard at night to fuck him. He was sure that was a pretty silly kink, and it wasn’t important to ask now. He could do it some other time, so he shook his head since he had no other questions at the moment.

“After three days, you won’t have to wait for permission to speak unless we’re actually playing. I would like to talk to you, learn stuff about you, and go out with you so we can do stuff. You also need time to be you, but I want you practicing first. That’s your focus for now.”

Felix nodded. He preferred being obedient and not a brat, so he probably wouldn’t even be truly punished. The threat and knowing it would happen was usually enough. Prince Rainier leaned in to take his chin and stroke it again.

“Unfortunately, I do have some things to deal with at home for a few days, but I’ll be back every night to see you, okay? There is one thing you’re allowed to say if you’re not gagged, and that’s meow. There’s one other when you cum. Do you remember what it was?”

Felix remembered, and he tapped the Prince’s chest.

“Exactly. You can say my name.”

Felix made a noise to show he understood, hoped he’d be railed now, and he reached to touch the Prince’s inner thigh.

“I like an eager Kitten.”

Felix decided to try something, and he suddenly leaned back before he crawled farther away and shot the Prince a “come get me” look over his shoulder before he stuck out his ass.

Prince Rainier shrugged off his coat. “Kitten wants to play hard to get, huh?”

Felix let out a small giggle and watched the rest of the Prince’s body appear when he stood and removed his clothes. Felix had thought the Prince, who must surely practice fighting, would have more muscle, but he was actually quite skinny. His lower ribs showed, and his hipbones jutted a bit. He must have been one of those types who couldn’t gain weight.

Not that Felix minded. He’d seen all sorts of bodies before, and they all seemed fine to him, so he certainly appreciated the thin male form before him. On his back, the Prince had moving tattoos. Felix had seen plenty of those kinds of fairies who were born with them, and such things weren’t odd to him anymore. The mass of gold feathers floated around, and he wanted to touch and look at them up close.

The Prince fully turned around and lifted his hard cock to show the six bars pierced through along the underside. The little balls on each end glinted in the light of the lantern, and Felix suddenly didn’t feel like playing hard to get as he made a noise of appreciation.

He loved the way a ladder looked, and he knew what it felt like although he’d only been with a guy that had three. It was fun for sucking too since he could play with the little balls on either end and tease them with his tongue.

It was also amazing for the owner of the piercings. He’d never thought the Crown Prince of Glasswood would have a pierced cock.

He lay on his back and spread his legs as he curled his paws. The Prince pulled a bottle of oil from the drawer. Felix watched him oil his thick shaft and put the bottle down before he moved to get on the bed.

Maybe Felix could pretend to be skittish for a few more seconds. He flipped to crawl a little further away on the huge bed, but Prince Rainier snatched his ankle to pull him. In a flash, he was on Felix’s back, and he giggled at being caught.

“I don’t think my little Kitten really wants to get away,” the Prince whispered, and Felix pushed his ass against his crotch. “Do you?”

Felix whimpered when two fingers entered his ass which was still slick with oil from earlier, and he moaned through the gag when the fairy found his prostate. Humans didn’t have a word for that part as far as he knew, but fairies did.

Prince Rainier pressed the head of his cock against his hole, and Felix pushed back, eager to take it all in.

“What a good Kitten.”

Felix would be whatever the hell he wanted if he got to have this man on and in him. He felt the first piercing against his rim, and the slick metal slid past. Humans on Earth didn’t do piercings down there, or at least not in the Gramoan continent. It was their loss because the different texture and sensation against his rim made his cock throb.

The second slowly entered him. The third. The fourth. Felix pushed back as he bore down around the thick length.

“Do you want me to fuck you with my pierced cock? Hm?”

Felix made a sound through the ball gag.

Prince Rainier slid in the rest of the way and sucked in a breath. “Oh, fuck, Kitten.”

Felix clenched around him as he wiggled before the Prince pushed his head down and bit the back of his neck without warning. Felix twitched as the sharp fangs pierced his skin. He’d been fucked by cat fairies and others with fangs before, and there was nothing quite like being held in place like that.

Prince Rainier adjusted himself and reached a hand under Felix’s chest before he pulled back to thrust in. Felix tried to grip the blanket with his paws as each piercing slid across his prostate and rim. His squirms seemed to spur the Prince to fuck him harder, and he groaned through the gag.

Prince Rainier pulled out his fangs. “Does that feel good, Kitten? Do you like having my pierced cock in your hole?”

Felix made a strained sound as his neck was bitten again. Fuck, yes, he loved it. His own cock rubbed on the blanket with every stroke, and he already felt like he was close. If the Prince ever expected him to hold back his orgasms during sex, he might have to take the punishment for disobeying that. He was pretty sure he’d never be able to hold back when it felt this good.

The Prince found one of his nipples to pinch, roll, and twist. Felix whimpered as his nuts tightened, and each cock piercing stimulated his prostate and rim with every thrust. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The Prince’s breath was hot on his neck as he started pounding like his life depended on it.

“Cum for me, Kitten. Let me feel you cum on my cock.”

The edge was right there and then he was over it. The Prince bit him again as the orgasm exploded from within, and Felix stiffened his legs and clenched around him. Prince Rainier made a faint growling noise as he dug his fangs in more and damn near pounded his new pet into the bed.

Felix moaned as the metal stroked across his prostate, and the warm pleasure washed over him in waves. The Prince tensed against him as he filled his kitten’s hole with his cum, and his rhythm grew erratic before he pushed himself to the hilt.

Felix’s cum smeared across the blanket and his cock, and he went limp on the bed. The Prince breathed heavily against his neck and pulled out his fangs.

“Such a good Kitten.”

***

Felix went to sleep with the Prince rubbing his back. After an orgasm like that, it was no wonder he didn’t feel anything else. When he woke up in the morning, the blanket was over him, the pillow was tucked under his head, and all of the cat stuff was gone. He felt something around his cock, touched it, and realized a cage had been placed on him too.

Good Lord, he must have been out like a candle because he hadn’t even noticed that being locked onto his dick.

Nobody said he had to get up at a certain time, so he rolled over and was about to drift off when he felt a smack on his leg.

“Get up, cat boy.”

Felix jumped as he lifted his head and blinked at Lance who stood by the bed with a scowl.

“On the floor. Now.”

Felix tried to clear the cobwebs from his brain as hurried to get on his knees. Why did he sound so grumpy?

Lance acted like it was such a bother as he put him in all the cat stuff, and he could have been more gentle with the oiled plug. Felix thought he could go eat breakfast, but the gag was forced into his mouth, and when Lance buckled it, it caught on some of his hair.

Felix made a noise as it tugged and made his scalp sting, and Lance smacked his shoulder. “You don’t talk.”

Felix tapped the buckle in the back and hoped that got the point across.

“You’ll stay gagged because I said so. Bend over the bed. Now.”

Felix flinched at his tone but hurried to bend over the bed while Lance took a cane from the bedside drawer. He hadn’t said a word or even tried to speak. What the hell? Was he truly going to be punished for that? He’d just made a sound of discomfort because the piece of hair in the buckle was caught and pulling on his scalp.

Lance lifted the tail out of the way and held him down with a hand on the small of his back. Felix heard the swish, and the cane struck where his ass and thighs met with such force, he couldn’t help but to squeal.

“I said to be quiet!”

Felix bit down on the leather as the next stroke hit. He barely had time to process the pain before the third came, and the fourth made him jerk. Tears welled in his eyes as he bit the leather as hard as he could to keep quiet.

“That’s for moving.” Lance gave him a fifth stroke and finally let go of him. Felix sagged to his knees as he tried to blink back his tears, and he clenched his fists in the paws.

He hadn’t expected to be caned that hard. Didn’t the Prince say he’d get two for misbehaving to start, and more strokes if he continued misbehaving? He was sure he hadn’t disobeyed. Squealing in pain also hadn’t been forbidden.

"If you think me or the Prince are going to take any shit from you, you’re dead wrong.” Lance smacked him upside the head, and Felix sniffled to his shame. “Fucking cat.”

How could he be any kind of way when he’d barely started? Why the smacks? Prince Rainier hadn’t said anything about that or struck Felix in such a way.

Lance stalked out as Felix sniffed and stayed on his knees to spare his throbbing ass. He’d been punished before, and he liked it when he received consequences, but he hadn’t actually done anything. Also, even dominants weren’t supposed to hit someone on the head.

Lance hadn’t bothered with the kneepads, and Felix was too afraid to bring them to him. He gave himself a few minutes, although he knew his ass would be sore all day. He finally crawled to the doorway and leaned against it as he looked into the sitting room. Lance was smoking a cig at the table by the fire, and he scowled again.

“Crawl around if you want, Kitty. You can crawl off a cliff for all I care.”

Was he mad that he had to stay here and watch the Prince’s new pet? And why did it matter if Felix was supposed to be a cat or a dog? He was for the Prince’s fun, not Lance’s.

Felix hastily crawled into the kitchen to check his bowls. Eggs and sausage had been placed in one, but it looked like it had been sitting there for a good hour, and the grease had congealed. The water was clean, but he couldn’t drink with the gag on.

He was supposed to eat breakfast and drink. He thought he’d clean his teeth and wear the gag afterward, and those damn hairs were still tugging. He swiped at it with his paw, but it wouldn’t loosen. With his heart pounding, he went into the sitting room, approached Lance, and put his paws together since that was the signal to use if he needed to speak.

Lance shook his head. “No.”

Felix tried again and pointed at the kitchen while he tried to beg with his eyes.

“You’ll eat and drink when I say. You’re under my control now, and you better not forget that. Don’t think you can go complaining to the Prince either because he put me in charge of you.”

Felix gestured at the buckle and put his palms together.

“What did I just say?” snapped Lance, and Felix flinched back from him. “I would have let you eat after a few minutes once I got you all gussied up in your shit, and I did that to see if you’d behave. You didn’t because you tried to speak. You haven’t even been here for a day and you’re fucking up.”

The Prince hadn’t said Felix couldn’t make a noise. He wasn’t supposed to talk because he was practicing to be like a cat. They made sounds but didn’t speak words.

Also, the Prince hadn’t minded any of the gagged noises his pet had made last night. Had he misheard? Maybe he was supposed to be entirely silent no matter what during his first three days, but he didn’t remember anything about that.

He was used to instructions being pretty clear, and he typically had no trouble remembering them.

"Maybe I’ll let you eat later, but I better not hear a peep from you.”

The last thing he wanted to do was have Lance’s eyes on him, so he crawled back into the bedroom. Sitting, he repeated everything he remembered.

He must have misunderstood, and when the Prince returned, he’d see the cane marks. Felix would be punished for disobedience. To show he wanted to be a good pet, he’d wouldn’t complain about his punishment, and afterward, he’d ask for his instructions to be clarified so he could make sure he was doing everything right.

Still, even if he had done wrong, that didn’t explain why Lance had been rough and mean with him. He’d seemed normal yesterday, and the Prince had been so nice to him too.

A few cat toys were spread around the floor, but his ass hurt so much, he didn’t feel like practicing how to play. He looked at the cock cage which had a lock. That was one good way to remind someone who owned them.

He went to the privy and only stood so he could sit on the wooden seat. Since he couldn’t properly hold his dick with the paws, he’d had to sit and piss. Afterward, he got back on his knees and went to curl up on the cushion on the floor, and he stayed on his side to spare his poor bottom. His first morning, and he’d somehow already fucked up. What the hell? He was better than this.

The hair was still pulling when he moved his head a certain way, and he started pawing at it. If he could just get it loose, that’d be one problem solved at least.

Lance suddenly walked in, and he jumped.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Felix widened his eyes as he touched his head.

“The gag doesn’t come off until I say, and you’re trying to be sneaky?!”

No, no, no. He wasn’t trying to take it off, but now he wished he could because he couldn’t even speak to defend himself. He clapped his paws together.

“That doesn’t work with me. You’re not getting any food or water until this evening.”

Until this evening? Felix’s stomach dropped more because the safety signal was supposed to work, and if that would be ignored, and he couldn’t speak for himself… Lance was already coming toward him.

Fuck this. Felix wasn’t staying here even for ten thousand lan if this damn caretaker was going to beat him for something he didn’t do and starve him on top of it. If the Prince thought this was fine, he could go fuck himself. Felix scrambled off the cushion in his panic and tried to go around Lance who reached down to grab his left arm.

“Get over here. I’ll make it a dozen strokes, you little shit.”

He yanked and agony shot through Felix’s left shoulder. It was unlike any pain he’d ever felt in his whole life, and he screamed through the gag while violently kicking. Anything to get away from this man and the pain he was causing.

Lance grunted as Felix caught his knee. “Ow! You fucking shit.”

With one arm useless, he headed for the dark space under the bed, but the fairy grabbed his ankle. Felix kicked again, and Lance swore. Using his one arm to pull himself along, Felix scooted under and ignored the way the cloth carpet burned his knees and scraped at him.

Lance dropped to his knees. “You bloodied my nose, you little shit.” Felix squealed in panic as Lance tried to swipe at him, but he couldn’t reach.

The fairy tried to scoot under and cussed again. His head fit, but he was much bigger and bulkier than the Prince, so he couldn’t get his shoulders and chest through.

“Fucking cat. One morning, and I have to deal with this shit. Once I’m cleaned up, I’m getting you out. If you think the Prince will tolerate this kind of behavior, you’re dead wrong.”

Felix huddled against the wall as he cried and struggled to breathe. The agony in his left shoulder was so intense, he was sure it must have been broken. He’d never felt anything like that before.

He should have said no to the Prince and never come here. If the Prince was fine with this, that meant Felix was trapped with two madmen, and they’d spend six months torturing and raping him. Or longer.

Last night must have been an act so he’d feel comfortable and not suspect anything at first, and the fucking Prince had gotten him to wear a gag with no issue.

His chest grew tighter when he realized getting out of here might not be an option. He could barely do shit with the locked paws restricting his fingers, and he wasn’t a fighter even though he wasn’t as skinny as the Prince. What if he couldn’t turn the doorknob? Where would he run to outside? Rosewood was a bit of a haul on foot.

What if he couldn’t even make it to the door? He’d have to wait for a chance to escape later, and that might not happen if they decided to chain him somehow. Who knew what else they planned?

“If you come out and suck my cock, we can forget what happened if you do a real good job. I’ll let you go afterward, and you won’t have to worry about the Prince punishing you.”

Fuck that. If he came out, Lance would surely beat him. Felix struggled to breathe through his snotty nose as his eyes leaked more tears. He wanted to be back at the whorehouse or better yet, at home with his Mother and Grandma.

Lance would surely find a way to get him out from under the bed, so he couldn’t hide here forever. If he scooted out and ran for the front door, he likely wouldn’t make it.

He was so screwed.