Part 5


Justin swiftly entered his lavish hotel suite after a long afternoon doing press for what seemed like every interviewer in Dublin. These things always wiped him out both physically and emotionally.

All he wanted now, was a stiff drink and a nice cuddle with his favourite kitten in town. And speaking of....where was the delicious bit of fluff anyways?

Striding on long lean legs into the sitting area, he spied his precious pet enthralled with something on television. Coming closer he saw that it was yet another special on Animal Planet about the Big Cats of Africa. Jc was watching so intently he didn't seem to notice Justin's arrival. Justin grinned. He just knew that Jc was taking notes and was bound to bring some of this new frisky feline behaviour into the bedroom. Which he was in no way complaining about. No siree Bob.

Justin crept closer to Jc intent on grabbing him into a big fierce hug. Right as he was about to make his move, he noticed a stange odor filling the air. Rearing back, he sniffed the air trying to locate the scent. He checked himself first. Nope, just the usual Abercrombie Woods cologne on him. He leaned a little closer to Jc again. Bingo! His nose twitched a little in distaste, as he queried, " Uh Kitty, baby, did you shower today?"

Jc started, just becoming aware of Justin's presence. He let out a soft trill of both welcoming and question. So Justin asked again. " Did you take a bath today, pretty one? "

Jc had the grace to look ashamed, but just for a moment. Then his little whiskers moved as his luscious mouth set into a stubborn line. He shook his head, soft ears swishing through the air, due to the forceness of his declaration.

Justin sighed. " Kitty....sweetness....we discussed this. Real Kitty's may be able to sufficently clean themselves by a lavish tongue licking, but you however...cannot."

Jc's eyes narrowed to angry squints at the implication that he was not a Real Kitty. He puffed up his chest and let forth an impressive hiss, his tail even fluffing out in indignant anger.

Justin wasn't backing down though. Not this time. They'd been having this arguement for three days running and frankly Jc was starting to stink to the high heavens! Choosing not to respond to Jc's displeasure, Justin simply walked to the bathroom, and started the water. He found a nice temperature and used the stopper, letting the huge bathtub fill. Adding some aromatic bath drops, he left the bathroom intent on settling this matter.

Jc, for his part, was already in full battle mode. Ears pushed forward on high alert, sharp little kitten claws ready to go, sitting hunched on his nimble feet, preparing to spring into action if need be.

Justin simply gathered up all of Jc's favourite play things, his Sponge Bob Square pants chew toy, his prettiest sparkly mouse and the most beloved of them all, a strange little Cactus shaped squeaky toy.

Taking them into the bathroom, he dumped them all into the near full tub and turned off the water. Unrolling the sleeves of the shirt he was wearing, he buttoned the cuffs and tucked it into his pants securely. Looking at himself in the large floor length mirror, he was satisfied he had covered as much vulnerable skin as possible. Sighing again, he gathered his waning strength and prepared to go get his kitty. Oh let the fun begin, he thought to himself in jest.

When Jc saw his human come out of the adjoining room, his eyes grew large. He was no average dumb tabby. He knew Justin was preparing for a fight and he had come well equipped. Well Jc hadn't been watching endless hours of Animal Planet for nothing you know. He knew the key to solid defense was a strong offense. So with that in mind, he pounced.

Completely unprepared for150 pounds of growling, spitting, clawing furball to come flying at him, Justin was easily manuvered to the ground. Thinking to act upon his victory and escape, Jc stood and took off running. Reaching the door of the hotel suite, he paused for a brief moment, unsure where he was going, given the fact he wasn't wearing a stich of clothing. Well besides his precious kitty covering that is. Always the optimist,he figured he would just deal with things as they came and he opened the door and entered the hallway.

Only to run smack dab into a veritible mountain of solid man. His eyes travelling up..and up...and up...he met the equally astonished face of Eric, Justin's bodyguard. Obviously struggling to gain a proper business like demeanor, Eric's deep baritone rang out loudly in the empty hallway. " Can I help you, C ? Going somewhere".....he paused, only now fully taking in Jc's get up, " Uh, going somewhere....special? "

Jc, who was blushing a bright red, and wishing for himself to be dropped into a big, dark ,deep hole somewhere.....like now God, please..was saved from having to answer from the breathless arrival of Justin.

" Uh..hey Eric. See...here's the thing. We had this bet and uh..." Eric, who was by now much more composed, simply raised a hand to halt Justin's bumbling excuse. " Not my business Man. I see and hear nothing I'm not supposed to, he replied calmly. " But for security's sake, why don't you and Catboy here get back into the hotel room, huh?" Just the tiniest glimmer of a smirk showing now.

Opening his mouth to rebuff the Catboy comment....he was a KITTEN damnit, can't these people tell the difference?, he was waylaid by Justin grabbing him firmly and propelling him back into the safety of their room, and shutting the door and locking it.

Still irked, Jc huffed snottily and tried to pull his arm free. But by now, Justin was fed up and having none of it. He picked Jc up by the scruff of his neck and dragged him into the bathroom, where he lifted Jc up bodily and dumped him into the water.

Coughing up water, and struggling to gain hold, Jc sat up in the tub and gave Justin an evil glare and tried to get out. Justin simply smacked Jc's ass and said' No. You aren't going anywhere. You are one stinky kitten and we are going to change that. Starting now. "

Jc , feeling overpowered by Justin's advantage in height and weight, gave in, and settled himself in the tub. Soggy bedraggled ears drooping sadly, he looked into Justin's azure eyes and gave one small forlorn meow.

" I know baby. You hate water. But just think how good it will feel to be clean. And we'll make this a game! Bathtime can be fun." Justin grinned at Jc, and trying to lift his little kitty spirits, he started singing.

"Rubber Duckie, you're the one You make Bathtime so much fun"

Unwilling to show amusement, although his whiskers shook a little at Justin's rendition of the Bert and Ernie song, he just glowered again and scooted deeper into the bath water.

Justin lathered up a downy washcloth and proceeded to gently cleanse Jc's face. Cleaning grime from tender ears and whiskers, he moved down to Jc's strongly corded neck, running the cloth firmly over exposed skin.

Despite himself, Jc was enjoying this. He did appreciate a good rubbing, no matter what form it was given in. Leaning back against the cool porcelin of the large bathtub, he felt the tenseness of his body evaporating.

Justin smiled to himself. He knew what his kitten liked. He moved the soapy washcloth over the expanse of Jc's firm chest, loving the way it felt beneath his hands. Pressing a little more firmly, he felt Jc's body ripple with bliss as he traced over hardened nipples.

Mewling pleasurably, Jc leaned into Justin's touch, the swollen head of his now engorged cock rising above the water to show itself.

" Well, well, well..what do we have here?" Justin chuckled. " Looks like someone came out to play"

Jc simply purred in affirmation, pushing his hips forward causing his entire cock to now break surface, and stand upright, looking wonderfully hard and thick, just begging for attention.

Which Justin was more than happy to give. Lowering the still sudsy washcloth, he grasped Jc's throbbing member in a firm grip, letting the natural lubrication of the soap do it's work, slicking up and down the rigid shaft.

Eyes closed at the wonderful sensations searing through his body, he leaned back , preparing to let nature takes it course. Until his peace was shattered by a loud pitched noise. Startled, he popped up, and pulled his cactus squeaky toy from underneath him, where he had inadvertantly sat on it.

He simply handed it to Justin and leaned back again, closing his eyes, his firm yowl letting Justin know he was to once again begin his minisrations to Jc's leaking cock.

But Justin.....looking down at all the red claw marks adorning his hands from his earlier tussle with his favorite kittycat, had other idea's.

With what could only be called an unholy gleam entering his eyes, he checked to make sure Jc's eyes were still shut, and then lulled him into keeping them that way, as he began jerking Jc's rod, using the motion he liked best.

Using his free hand, he squirted some bath gel onto the top of the cactus toy, making sure it was nice and covered. Slowly leaning in, keeping a fluid motion on Jc's dick, he stealthily pushed the cactus toy in between Jc's spread thighs and lined it up. Rubbing a broad thumb over the head of Jc's glistening penis, a move that he knew his kittenish lover particularly liked, Justin thrust forward inserting the lubed up toy deep into Jc's ass.

Eyes flying open at the strange invasion into his body's deepest regions, he sought Justin's face looking at him in shock, his deep pools of silver blue full of question.

Keeping both hands moving in joint rhythm with each other, Justin just said " I'm making Bath time fun." Flicking his wrist at a particular angle, a loud moan escaped Jc's full lips as the rubber cactus thorns acted as an added stimulus against the sensitive membranes buried deep inside his ass.

Seeing his kittys gorgeous reaction, Justin twisted and turned the cactus deep inside Jc's tight hole. Moving it deeper and deeper, brushing it continuously against that sweet spot that left Jc panting for breath.

Abandoning the washcloth, Justin just used his hand now, along with the pre-cum from Jc's weeping slit, to move quickly up and down his erection, watching the erotic play of Jc's writhing form as it struggled towards orgasm.

Having his sweet ass pounded mercilessly with the cactus, while his dick was being stroked at a rapid pace, Jc thought he was going to die. A pleasurable death no doubt, but a death none the less.

Feeling his body quiver and tighten, a firm press of the prickly cactus tip against his swollen prostate sent him over the edge. Yelping and grunting, a stream of milky fluid shot from his body, managing to hit Justin square in the face.

Breathing shakily, Jc just watched as Justin grinned and wiped his face with his large hand and happily licked it clean. " Mmm...just like I like you....nice and clean" Jc couldn't help grinning in return at Justin's soft comment. He decided that being a clean kitty wasn't such a bad thing at all.

Pulling Jc's languid body from the now tepid water, Justin wrapped him in a large terrycloth towel, and laid him gently on the bed. Rubbing his soft skin dry, he said, now didn't I tell you that bathtime could be fun?"

Jc just smiled with satisfaction...well....it wasn't exactly the famous rubber duckie of the song , but he guessed the cactus did just fine.



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