Chasing Rusty Parker – Ch. 58
By Laura S. Fox
Copyright © 2023 Laura S. Fox
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Chasing Rusty Parker is the sequel to my story Good Guys Don't Date Bad
Boys that you can also find here, on Nifty.
Chapter Fifty-Eight – Teasing
His Cat Boy
"Your grin tells me
you're so thinking of something dirty," Rusty said as he played with Matty's
hair while his fiancé was smiling back at him with an all-knowing look.
It was bedtime, way past
it, actually, but it looked like neither of them could sleep. After the earlier
performance given in the Hans' backyard, Rusty felt energized, ready to take
over the world, and clearly, not at all in the mood for the needed and
mandatory shut-eye.
And he wasn't alone. Matty
was obviously in the same boat, and while he loved that comfortable peace
between them, with him lying on his back and his baby dude on his belly by his
side, they both had to find a way to tire themselves out before dawn caught
them still like that, lost in each other's eyes.
"And if I am?" Matty
purred his eventual answer he had left hanging for a few good solid moments.
"Care to share?" Rusty
let the pads of his fingers move slowly along Matty's jawline, taking in each
of his lover's features as if he wanted them forever etched in his memory. The
best part was that he didn't need to do that because Matty would always be with
him. Forever. A word that had so often sent shivers down his spine. He, who
loved change above all else, was going to settle down. Go figure.
"Well, without your
knowing, I did pack a couple of things, and I even stole some from your room. I
suppose you didn't even notice."
Rusty frowned slightly,
in thought rather than displeasure at his fiancé's shenanigans. "Did you steal
my underwear?" he asked with a broad smile. "For a little sniff before spanking
your monkey?"
"Why would I do that when
I have the whole man for me to sniff?" Matty asked and, to prove his point, he
stuck his nose directly under Rusty's arm, inhaling deeply for show. "Well, it
does make me hard," he admitted. "But good and dirty self-love is not what I
have in mind."
"What do you have in
mind?"
Matty winked at him and
hiked himself off the bed. "You'll see."
Rusty followed him with
his eyes as Matty fiddled with his travel bag. He had been so caught up in
looking his best for the future in-laws that he hadn't paid much attention to
Matty's luggage. Now that he thought about it, it did look like there was more
in there than the needed clothes and sundries for a weekend spent away.
The mystery didn't last
long. With steady moves, Matty extracted from his bag the elements of his cat
boy suit, making Rusty's face stretch into a smile. What he wasn't expecting,
though, was to see his cape and mask emerge from Matty's
secret stash next.
"You didn't," he
whispered as his eyes went as big as saucers.
"I totally did. You know,
it crossed my mind," Matty said as he arranged the
clothing on the bed with the attentive care of a seamstress. "While we have
done all sorts of crazy things, Slicky and Rybalt have barely had their moments
together. And that so doesn't sound fair, does it?"
"I completely agree,"
Rusty replied and put his hands behind his back while he took in Matty's moving
about. "And Rybalt, in your opinion, is only a cape and mask?"
"A lot more," Matty said
and grinned while his eyes twinkled. The desk lamp that must have served the
bedroom's owner as a guide and friend during many evenings of studying lit up
the room enough to make every detail plain. "First of all, I think he's also
all cock. And balls."
Rusty inhaled sharply as
Matty pressed one hand against the inside of his thigh, right where his shorts
ended. "Are you going to seduce me, Matty?"
"You have no idea. Let's
play. I hope Rybalt is going to give Slicky a run for his money."
"Whatever you think that
means, you're not even close." While he enjoying his
submissive role now and then when Matty was in charge, this time he wanted to
offer a different sort of performance and, above all, an outstanding one. He
moved quickly and grabbed Matty's arm, making him lose his balance. He brushed
his lips against a delicate and delicious-looking ear. "Get into your cat boy
suit. Slicky needs some loving."
Matty didn't protest in
the slightest. His eyes, so big and pretty even without the glasses, were set
on him as he carefully donned the latex pants that glued themselves to his hips
like a second skin, the short tank top that left his midriff bare, and then the
wig and cat ears.
"You look the part. Damn,
how come I didn't realize who you were until I kissed you?" Rusty wondered at
his own shortcomings.
Matty snickered and moved
closer, standing by the bed with a naughty smile on his lips. "Now it's your
turn."
"You know," Rusty said as
he pushed himself up, "this seems a bit unfair. You're practically covered from
head to toes, while I only have a mask and a cape. I assume you want me naked
underneath them."
"You assume correctly.
Now, listen to me closely." Matty stopped in front of him and didn't break
their eye to eye connection as Rusty lowered his shorts. "For years, you've
been my fantasy and I jerked off to you countless times. Forgive me if, when
we're alone in the bedroom – any bedroom – I think of you as sex incarnate.
Hence, you must wear nothing underneath your cape and mask."
"Suits me just fine."
Rusty felt his usual confidence taking over. His skin got hotter under Matty's
hungry gaze as he slid the mask over his face and then threw the cape over his
shoulders.
"And I hope I don't have
to tell you that it's mandatory that you remain in character all the time."
"You don't know me well enough
if you believe I need to be told that," Rusty said with a snort.
"Well, then," Matty said
with a sweet smile that announced nothing good. Or too good. There was a
promise there.
He gasped as Matty
touched his chest. Those claws, as fake as they were, pricked a little.
"I believe I'll soon be singing
in a high-pitch register if you keep this up," Rusty joked.
He almost wanted to turn
the joke into something serious because next thing he knew, Matty grabbed him
by the balls in the most unceremonious manner. Those little claws grazed the
sensitive skin around them.
"Is this what you
imagined when you fantasized about your cat boys?" Matty asked.
"I was thinking more of
forcing them down and playing with their tails." Rusty grabbed Matty's ass and
rested his hand right by the fluffy thing coming from his lover's nicely shaped
behind.
"I'm not so easy to
overcome and tease, Rybalt," Matty whispered.
"Then that shall be my
challenge," Rusty said, as his voice dropped to a husky musical whisper.
"Oh, fuck, your voice is
so sexy," Matty said and shivered while Rusty palmed his ample buttocks.
"You're so easy, kitty,"
Rusty purred and kept in a groan of delight as Matty's hand began moving up and
down his lengthening hard-on. "I thought you'd put up more of a fight."
"Far be it from me to
disappoint you." With ineffable grace, Matty moved
away, leaving his cock twitching in the absence of stimulation.
Matty sat on the bed, resting
his weight on his palms placed slightly behind him and parting his legs. Rusty
drank him in.
"How do you catch a cat
boy?" Matty challenged him.
Rusty grabbed his cock.
"By enticing him with treats?"
Matty smiled. "I'm afraid
you will have to do a little more than that."
"Hmm," Rusty moved slowly
to stand in front of his fiancé, "that sounds like a job for Rybalt."
He noticed the slight
surprise on Matty's face as he knelt in front of him with a flourish. No
protest followed as he took one of Matty's hands and kissed the latex covering
it. "Oh, beautiful being, would you be so kind as to let me suck your cock?"
Matty's lips twitched in
amusement. That was a sign that he was allowed to continue. He moved one hand
to touch the bare skin between the top and the pants. Slowly, he was coaxing a
little purr out of his cat boy. He pressed his advantage and caused Matty to
fall backward, while he slid his way up the slender body at his mercy.
"My sexy cat boy," he
purred into Matty's ear as he used one hand to explore the covered parts, as
well.
He felt the tight chest,
searching for the shape of the pert nipples through the latex. They were
hardening under his focused attention, which made him chuckle.
"You're so full of
yourself," Matty protested meekly.
"You shouldn't use that
phrase on me," Rusty advised breezily, "you know I can't resist the temptation
of adding to it."
"And tell me that I, too,
will be full of you soon?"
"Exactly," Rusty said
with satisfaction.
Matty escaped his embrace
brusquely, but only to give him the satisfaction of catching him from behind.
"Your enticing butt makes
me want to spank it, but I know that's something no cat would agree to.
Therefore, I'm using the tender loving approach."
"You call that loving?"
Matty protested as Rusty held him down and snuck one hand between his legs to
feel the balls underneath the tautly stretched material. Still, he bucked his
hips back to allow Rusty the pleasure of exploring his nether parts at length.
"No, this is what I call
loving." Rusty pressed his face against Matty's ass so suddenly that he made
his baby dude fall forward.
That was all for the
better. He now had the cat boy where he wanted him to be, his ass up in the
air, the clear shape of his balls visible through the latex suit. Rusty
proceeded right away to lick them through the smooth fabric, something that
immediately cause Matty to draw in a sharp breath.
"Rusty," his baby dude moaned
longingly.
"Who's Rusty?" He slapped
a covered buttock with enough force to let his fake displeasure be known. "I am
Rybalt, your king and entertainer for the night."
"Yes, you are," Matty
confirmed and pushed his ass back higher.
"Call me Your Majesty."
"You wish."
Rusty caught the balls
between his lips and pressed on them as if he wanted to eat them.
"Your Majesty, I want to
sit on your face," came the prompt reaction.
"That sounds more like
it. Do it."
Rusty made sure to
arrange his cape properly as he lay on his back. Matty moved to press his
crotch against his mouth and then slid over him so that he could grab the hard
cock presenting itself below.
Matty's mouth was warm
and maddening as it engulfed him whole.
"This is hardly
reciprocal," he complained.
"You still haven't
realized you're not the one in charge?" Matty asked. "Now Slicky's going to
suck Your Majesty's cock because Slicky does what Slicky wants. Clear enough?"
"I believe so."
Matty sighed as he
couldn't believe what he was hearing and got back to work. Rusty now regretted
that the suit Matty was wearing was so form-fitting. He could do nothing but
tease his partner through the fabric with no chance of getting further than
that. At the same time, Matty appeared to take great pleasure in sucking him
off, which only served to make him envious.
"Rybalt, Your Majesty,"
Matty said in a breathless voice, "I would very much like to have your cum
now."
"A cat boy asking for a
meal so politely," Rusty drawled, finally finding the chance to get his
revenge. "I'm afraid I will have to say `no'."
"What?" Matty turned to
stare at him over his shoulder. His lips were moist and inviting. It was easy
to tell what he had been doing until only moments earlier.
Rusty grabbed him and
rolled him over onto his back. "Naughty cat boys who tease their masters need
to be taught a lesson."
"I don't want lessons."
Matty struggled and grinned as Rusty tightened his hold, only to pretend to be
furious the next second. "I want your cum."
"You sure know how to
drive a hot bargain," Rusty teased him back and licked Matty's
lips briefly. "But I want you in nothing but your tank top."
"You could have just said
that," Matty said and rolled his eyes.
***
Playing with Rusty like
this was the real deal. He had never imagined himself as adventurous in bed –
before getting to know the king of Sunny Hill in the most intimate manner – and
even his fantasies had tended to be the conventional kind. From virgin to kinkster within several months. That was Rusty Parker's
influence on him, and he didn't mind it in the least.
"First of all," Rusty
continued, "I will give you a taste of your own milk." He proceeded to undress
Matty, leaving him, as promised in his tank top, as the pants flew across the
room.
Rusty's moves were firm
as he grabbed Matty from underneath and dragged him closer so that he could
enjoy his meal. That hot tongue on his now-naked balls was enough to make him
speak in tongues. It only came to him in hindsight that they were supposed to
be reasonably quiet. Rusty wasn't the problem; he was because he couldn't keep
his voice down very well, not with that crazy tongue moving in circles and
teasing each of his balls in turn.
"Oh, fuck, I changed my
mind, now suck my cock."
"Oh, really?"
Matty groaned. "You are
so trying to play me, Master Rybalt. I must warn you. I won't have it."
"And how exactly do you
plan to stop me?"
Matty buried both hands
in Rusty's tousled hair. "I might have an idea or two. They might involve
leaving you bald, and I don't think that's a look I want on you right now. How
about you play nice, and I'll play nice to you?"
"It does sound tempting,
but..." Rusty let those words hang and went down on Matty hard.
So hard that Matty felt
the head of his cock smacking against the back of Rusty's throat. His lover
was, without a doubt, the enthusiastic kind, and nothing would convince him to
dial down the fire in his actions.
"I'm getting a deepthroat
from Rybalt," he whispered. "I think I know how he makes his voice sound so
throaty and sexy when he wants."
Rusty didn't stop to
reply. He was now hard at work and, with all the teasing, Matty couldn't hold
back any longer. There was heat and pressure and too much pleasure. So much so that
his mind went blank as his cum erupted from what felt like somewhere deep
inside him.
He groaned in delight as
Rusty's mouth released him slowly and was taking big mouthfuls of air when his
lips surrendered to a new attack. His lover's taste, mingled with his own cum,
only made him moan harder into the kiss. It was so good and dirty, just how he
liked it.
"Damn," he said, licking
his lips, "I so blew a load, didn't I?"
Rusty grinned and nodded
happily. "You sure did, my dear cat boy. Now, feel free to serve your king. I'm
all yours."
They both had gone beyond
teasing at this point, so Matty quickly obeyed without a fuss. The sight of
Rusty in his bed, his bed from home, sprawled on the luxurious cape, his legs
parted, his face all a smile, his lips so full and inviting, all combined were
enough to make him lose his mind a little.
No one would hold it
against Slicky Coolplums when,
despite being a cat boy and all, he sometimes did what he was told. He dragged
his tongue along the inside of each muscular thigh, as he inched closer to his
prize. The Mighty Thor was weeping in waiting and Matty very much liked his old
friend like that. He took him in gingerly and tried him on for size using only
one hand. His mouth got busy tonguing the heavy balls underneath.
"You look so good like
this," Rusty praised him. "Who's a good boy?"
Matty gasped in outrage
and glared up at him. "You didn't just say that."
A smirk from his handsome
fiancé let him know that the scoundrel knew exactly what he was doing.
"This calls for a genuine
putting in place. Buckle up," Matty recommended and pressed his tongue against
the leaking tip.
"Oh, I'm so very scared,"
Rusty taunted him with unhidden glee.
"You should be because
I'm going to make you beg like you've never begged for anything in your life."
"Wow, my expectations are
soaring."
They should indeed, Matty thought as he grabbed the Mighty Thor as if he were
some lollipop and began licking the head in earnest. He knew his way around
that gorgeous thing so every twitch and grunt from its owner were only
confirmations of what he knew.
If he put his mind to it,
he could drive Rusty crazy with desire for him. Now that was power, he mused
for a mere moment. How many could say that they had ever had the upper hand
when in bed with the king of Sunny Hill? According to everything he knew, Rusty
called the shots and never surrendered.
Except when he did, like
he was doing at that very moment. Matty felt the hard cock pulsing in his hand
but he didn't move anything else but his tongue.
"I might come, even like
this," Rusty warned him.
"No, you won't, and thank
you for telling me that," Matty said. He increased the pressure of his squeezing
and continued to torture the Mighty Thor with well-aimed licks. As a
strategist, he was all but reckless. It served him well that he had just had
his cock sucked earlier and that left him with a clear head, but it was hardly
an advantage. He pressed his body down and rubbed it against the sheets. That
would help him chill for a while.
"I love the way your
bubble butt is signaling me that it's ready for some dicking," Rusty said. "Are
you fucking the mattress, Slicky boy?"
If Rusty thought he'd throw
him off his game like that, he should think again.
"Beg," he said and
blinked up at him slowly.
"I'm not some pigeon. You
won't hypnotize me with your cute eyes," Rusty objected to this new change of
strategy.
"Are you sure? You look
pretty much like a sucker to me, Your Majesty. My dick knows it."
"Oh, right, I see. You're
playing tough. You know I'm stronger. And the Mighty Thor is so ready to go."
Matty hummed around
Rusty's cock, ignoring him. He didn't intend to go on forever like this, and he
had some plans, but it didn't hurt to keep his lover on the edge for a bit.
Teasing someone you loved felt so rewarding once in a while.
"I beg you," Rusty
whimpered. "Are you happy now? I beg you. My toes are curling so badly I'll
need special footwear when I'm out of here."
"You are? You're begging
me?"
Letting his guard down
was a mistake. Rusty was quick to push him off and then trap him underneath his
hard body. The Mighty Thor brushed against Matty's crack, letting him know that
play time was over.
"I do have what you
need," Matty said in a breathless whisper. "Also in my bag, in that little side
pocket."
Rusty wasted no more
time. His fingers were wet and ready and they worked slowly at Matty's ass,
opening him up.
"You know how to make a
guy lose it, Matty," Rusty growled, but his fingers continued their patient
exploration.
"How about you assert
your dominance then, Your Majesty? Teach me a good lesson with your cock,"
Matty challenged him.
Rusty groaned in despair.
"You're so lucky I love your ass so badly that I don't want to damage it
because, otherwise, you might get the Mighty Thor before you're ready for him."
"I'm counting on you
loving my ass," Matty admitted honestly. "Come on, impale me on your sword, my
knight."
"I love the way you play
the game," Rusty said and began to rain small kisses on Matty's cheek, angling
his head so that their lips would come together. "And I love how you're so good
for me. I love you, Matthew Han."
"Who's Matthew Han?"
Matty teased playfully.
"Right, my bad. I love
you, Slicky Coolplums. You're the perfect cat boy for me. And now, what do you
say?"
"I accept your offer to
become my human slave, Your Majesty."
Rusty laughed, and Matty
joined in, only to have his voice stolen from him the moment the Mighty Thor
finally found his way and was buried halfway inside his ass. He trembled and
accepted everything as Rusty pressed him down and grabbed his hip firmly.
"You have no idea how
amazing your ass looks from above. And with that tank top... fuck, Matty, Slicky,
whatever name you want to go by... you're the best fuck ever."
Rusty's dirty talk only
made him tremble with desire even more. He grabbed his cock that was now
weeping for attention, too, and rubbed it fast. They always went at this the
right way. They fit together, just like the Mighty Thor enjoyed being wrapped
in the tight heat of Matty's ass.
"And you're perfect," he
whispered back.
Rusty wrapped his entire
body around his and gave it to him hard. They would so sleep in tomorrow, but that
was fine. They deserved it, and the awesome part of it all was that they would be
doing this sort of things over and over again, until they were satisfied.
Something told Matty they
would never be satisfied completely. That was the sort of unsatisfaction
he could live with.
But, for now, as Rusty
filled him up and his own cock gave up on resisting the inevitable climax, they
would be very much satiated until next time. Because that was how things
happened when in love and with marriage on the horizon.
***
Rusty was on the phone
when Matty woke up in the morning. He listened in as
he rested his head against Rusty's knee and enjoyed having his head caressed.
"That was Maddox," Rusty
announced as soon as his conversation was over. "It looks like Connor just chose
the time, place, and weapons."
"Really? Tell me. Don't
leave anything out."
"He's already spreading
the word that the confrontation will take place next Saturday. He will have his
Implacables with him and will, of course, be giving a
big speech. He also calls for an open vote, whatever that might mean in his
book, at the end of the event. He has mentioned that he expects opposition in
the form and shape of undesirables like Slicky Coolplums and Rybalt."
"Wait, he isn't even calling
us by our names?"
Rusty gave him a crooked
smile. "What do you mean, Slicky? You don't go by that name? I remember quite
distinctly how adamant you were last night about holding onto our," he made the
air-quote sign, "real names."
"Well, I have nothing
against it if that's the game Connor wants to play," Matty hurried to agree.
"We will have to dry clean our costumes, though, since we got pretty wild last
night, don't you think?"
"Will do," Rusty said
with a firm nod. "But we will also have to prepare our speech."
"We're not going to give
a speech," Matty replied, "we're going to give a performance, Master Rybalt."
He got out of bed and
rubbed his nose playfully against Rusty. When morning breath was involved, they
used that as a replacement for the first kisses of the day.
"A performance. Of
course," Rusty said in his theatrical voice. "Because that's what the world
expects of us, and we're not in the business of disappointing people."
Matty grinned and gave
his partner two heartfelt thumbs-up. Connor had no idea what was coming.
TBC
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