Part 11


Jc stared at the blank canvas before him morosely. He liked to think of himself as an Artist. Only deal was, to be an Artist, one must actually paint something, and therein lies the problem. He couldn't seem to get what was inside his head unto the gleaming white surface that lay propped up in front of him.

The patient voice of his instructor and friend Jessie, awoke him from his stupor. ' Jace. You just need to let go of all your inhibitions. You're letting yourself get caught up in the little things and it's blocking your creative vision.'

He pondered her advice. Let go of his inhibitions. Hmmm. Well he knew one sure fire way to accomplish that. But did he have the guts?..Jc glanced at Jessie with speculation in his eyes.

" Umm...let's say....hypothetically of course, that letting go of my inhibitions were to involve something....ah..a little unusual?"

Jessie's smile was full of warmth and comfort. ' Sweetheart. If you want to listen to the Spice Girls to relax it's fine by me. I know you've always been a little upset that you weren't in that group. I've always thought that 'Sparkly Spice' would of been a lovely addition'

Jc's mouth dropped open. How in the hell did she know that?....'Well uh no..that's not it....although they don't know what they were missing. But no..it's more of....well....I have a thing'

Jessie's eyes scrunched up in concentration. ' A thing? Like...a blow up doll named Max that you talk to and have afternoon tea with?...that kind of thing?'

'Ewwww no!....Not that kind of thing! What sort of a freak do you think I am?.' Even as he said those words, he did wonder what class of freak his kitty boy attire would make him. Surely only a B or C class freak. He didn't fuck goats or anything after all.

Her face was gentle and open. Non judgemental. 'Come on Sweetie. What is it?"

C took a deep breath for courage and blurted it out. 'Well...I'm a kitten. What I mean is...I like to dress up as one. Umm..ears and whiskers and a tail. Ooo and a fabulous collar!'

Jessie didn't even blink. ' Pink with sparkles right?'

Supple pink mouth flopped open again. How did she know that too? He was beginning to think she was psychic. Or a witch. Or he really needed to start shutting the drapes when he walked around the house au' kitty natural.

'Umm yeah. Pink and sparkly. But it's very..relaxing. Soothing. I feel more myself when I'm wearing all of it' Jc mumbled this last part. He was regretting his decision to come clean here.

Jessie crossed the room and lifted Jc's face with gentle fingers. ' I don't judge you Honey. Believe that. What you do to feel good is none of my business. Plus....her eyes got a little gleam in them.....I think you'd make one beautiful kitten'

Jc's smile could of lit up the world. Gosh he loved Jessie. If he was into women that way, he'd surely sign up as her adoring sex slave and let her do as she would with him.

She nudged him softly. 'Well...what are you waiting for Monsieur Chat ? There are Masterpieces to be created. Go get changed and let the Muses strike.'

Jc scurried into his and Justin's bedroom and quickly prepared himself. Passing the mirror, he straightened his collar and grinned at himself. Jess was right. He did make a beautiful kitten.

Entering the dining area/art studio, Jc walked towards Jessie with a new bounce in his step. It was obvious he loved how he looked and was relaxed and confident.

Jessie silently inhaled as he came into her line of vison. Holy fuck. She knew he was beautiful before..but now....he was nothing short of mesmerising. Soft ears lay nestled into his curly brown locks. Whiskers jutted out proudly from his sculpted cheekbones. His collar wrapped around his slender white neck gracefully. And his tail...Jessie felt herself feeling a trifle warm as she spied a long rope of sleek tail hanging delicately from his waist. She swallowed and tried very hard not to stare at Jc's manhood that was standing at semi salute between his legs. Well maybe she didn't try THAT hard.

'Ready? I'm feeling inspired." Jc smiled happily.

You aint the only one feeling inspired buddy boy, Jess thought to herself. If she could manage to capture his likeness, just as he was, on canvas, she'd be able to retire off the proceeds and go live on an island in the Pacific. Where young nubile boys served her frosty beverages from coconut shells and cooled her with palm fronds.

Jess was interupted from her pleasant daydream when Jc coughed. ' Uh Jess? You doin' alright?"

She shook her head. Time to be proffessional. ' Yes, sorry. I'm fine. I was just thinking about...uh...uhh...something. Way to be quick on the draw there Jessie Lou, she thought to herself derisively.

Jc just smiled and sat before his canvas again. Biting his lip, he chose a fine sable tipped brush and began working. Not wanting to interupt his thought process, Jessie moved back to a corner of the room, and sat in a chair. She took her sketchbook out and began a little work of her own. Starting with that tail. Mercy.

Hours passed quickly. Both were so intent on their work, neither noticed as Justin entered the room. And stopped sharply. A silent whistle erupted from his lips as he gazed at the sight before him. His pretty kitten, biting his full bottom lip, as he painted with slick concentration. Justin watched as Jc stroked his tail, when he seemed to be having difficulties with a certain part. Watched as Jc wiped smears of paint on his chest absentmindedly. Watched as he twitched his whiskers in glee when he was pleased with his progress.

Silently moving behind his boy, Justin wrapped both arms around Jc and whispered in his perky ears. ' Do you have any idea how hot you are right now?'

Jc leaned back into the broad chest and meowed appreciatively. Gaging from the stiff dick pushing into his back side, he had a pretty good idea how hot Justin thought he was.

Suckling on the side of Jc's neck, he continued. ' I want to fuck you. Right here. Right now. All covered in paint'

Jc moaned. He tried to warn Justin about Jessie's presence, but Justin just pulled him from his perch and laid him down. Rolling an unstretched canvas underneath Jc's body, Justin just looked at him. ' This is a beautiful work of Art. But....it's missing something'

Jc unfurled his long length and stared back at Justin. His form quivering in anticipation. He moaned as Justin dipped the end of his soft tail in a dollop on paint and trailed it down his chest. His hips jutted forward as Justin used his skin as a palette and began to mix colours over his stomach. Swirls of blue, red and yellow bled unto his flesh.

Jessie sat still in the corner, almost afraid to breathe. She thought she should leave. But then again...as an Artist shouldn't she witness beautiful things so she could recreate them for others? Happy with that justification, she sat back and glued her eyes to the scene before her. And damn it WAS pretty.

Justin had smeared colour on Jc from his collarbone to his feet. He looked like an abstract painting. Just clouds of random hues covered his skin. When Justin began dabbing purple brush strokes over Jc's hard cock, Jc hissed and pulled Justin closer.

Needy, hungry and impatient, he just pulled Justin's dick free from his pants and spread his thighs. Demand in his face. Justin lowered his hand to prepare Jc for his intrusion, but Jc was having none of it. Slapping the hand away, he lifted his pelvis and spread his ass cheeks wide. His tender pucker was open and waiting. Pulsing with desire. Jc mewled and beckoned Justin.

Never one to ignore a kittens cries, Justin wrapped Jc's legs around his waist and lined himself up. And pushed in to the hilt in one fell stroke. Both men groaned as their bodies joined.

Feeling Jc's ass muscles clenching around him, Justin knew that he couldn't go slow. He couldn't make sweet love. He was going to fuck his boy and fuck him hard.

Grabbing both of Jc's hips firmly, he pounded into that velvet opening. Gritting his teeth. Hot tight wet. JC whimpered as Justin pulled almost all the way out. It turned into a loud bellow of lust as he thrust back in as hard as he could.

Their bodies moved in tandem. Pushing and pulling, each trying to make it deeper. Justin used his hips to lethal advantage, twisting and turning, fucking up against the sweet spot inside Jc.

Jc's high pitched yelps grew and grew as he got closer to his release. When Justin pushed agressively against his prostrate on one particularily delicious thrust it was all over. Throwing back his head and yelling to the heavens he let loose. Cum spurted from his throbbing cock and covered his stomach and chest. Almost as if it were rehersed like their choreography, Justin shot his load into the deep cave of Jc's body again and again.

Both men collapsed to the ground, still joined. Kissing and hugging softly, their forms covered in sweat, semen and paint. It was the most gorgeous thing in the world.

Jessie silently stood and left the room. Still in awe over what she had witnessed. She knew she could never paint that scene. No matter how much others would appeciate the beauty in it, some things were meant to be private.

As she walked to her car, she did think one good thing had come from this though. She wondered how her Husband would feel about coming home to a wife dressed up in girl kitty gear. She laughed to herself. She'd have to ask Jc where he bought his and maybe have a surprise waiting for him.



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