Theme boy~ Cafe_part_3

“Kitty Café!” Mr. Kyle sang as he danced around the dressing room. The boys truly looked adorable in their cosplays. Each had a tight furry crop top and short pants, with puffy boots, and gloves. Of course, they all sported collars, ears, and tails as well. “Now boys!” Mr. Kyle said, leading his staff out into the rearranged café layout. “The customers will be adopting their kitties tonight. You will all sit back here.” He led them behind a large curtain which blocked off a large portion of the room. There was a long couch on it. Sheets of paper were placed on each cushion with a number and the boys’ names. “The customers will get to bid on a mystery cat, one number at a time! Whoever adopts you, be sure to be a wonderful cuddly kitty for them, alright?” He winked at Dylan and Olly in turn, whom both smiled at him and scowled at each other. “Doors will open in a few minutes boys. Back you go.” Mr. Kyle shooed the kitty boys back behind the curtain with pets and scratches behind their fake ears. For some reason, number 1 was at the left end, and number 2 was at the right. It went back and forth moving inward so that 17 and 18 were the two middle cushions. “What the?!” Dylan raged as he saw his and Oliver’s names on the last two numbers. “Why are we besi-Why is it laid out like this?” “Probably so people can come out in order easier.” A boy helpfully supplied. Olly glared pure hate at Dylan, which he returned, as the two sat in their places. They crowded their neighbours to do their best not to come into contact with one another. As the bidding went on, boy by boy was adopted by owners. The night was a huge hit, as each winning bidder could be heard excitedly celebrating the reveal of which catboy was their companion for the evening. Olly and Dylan each knew why they were saved for last. Both were easily the prettiest favorites in the bunch. They heard their names whispered by the customers on the other side of the curtain, as the hoped and strategized what number to bid for. It felt like they sat there forever as boys were auctioned off and left the couch. Despite having another co-worker on their far sides, each boy felt immense heat rolling off their rival’s side. The longer the night went, the more time each was able to examine their costume vs. their rivals. Dylan looked the picture of innocence in his black outfit. Each piece was placed in the perfect place to highlight his pale skin against his dark eyes and hair. Olly’s white kitten outfit made his big pink eyes pop adorably. He looked so cuddly, and highlighted the blush in his cheeks from the exposed belly. They were the only two solid color cats. The rest of the boys were tabbies and calicos, but pure black and white were saved for Dylan and Olly. After what felt like forever, it was just the two of them. They bristled and sat stiffly as they listened to the crowd’s reaction to the newly adopted kitten. Then the crowd became more excited, knowing either of their two favorites would be coming next. Dylan and Olly tried to ignore one another, thinking in a few minutes one would be leaving the couch and they wouldn’t have to deal with each other. That was until Mr. Kyle took a break from auctioning to start a speech. One of his famously long speeches no doubt. The crowd groaned, but with appreciation and humor. Olly and Dylan, however, locked eyes. They knew neither would be leaving for a while. It was a good thing Mr. Kyle let the music play under his speech and the crowd was rowdy. Otherwise someone may have heard the two boycats behind the curtain. In their struggle to get on top of the other on the couch, the two were in a stalemate. They faced each other, on their knees on the cushions. They gloved fingers were locked together as they tried to twist and break each other in a mercy fight. “Let go!” hissed Dylan. “Get off of me!” whispered Oliver, savagely. Their test of strength got higher above their heads until, “Ooof!” Dylan dropped a hand and punched Olly in his exposed belly. Olly bent over and coughed as Dylan snickered before. “Ow!” Olly slugged Dylan back in his bare stomach in return. “Fuck you!” Dylan snapped as they clinched in tight, one arm behind the other’s back, as they exchanged heavy punches to the belly. Their cat paw covered hands thumping deep into each of the beautiful, soft bodies the boys prized themselves on. They each tried to flex their abs but as the thumps rained down, they were soon unable to put up and resistance. Both began to cough and whine as the glove was punched in deep again and again. “Stop!” Olly snapped, his tone commanding. He was scrunching up his eyes to keep tears back. “You!” Dylan quipped back, similarly hurt. Their bellies were both bright pink. If they bruised… both looked at the curtain, then back at one another. They had to stop. They couldn’t go out there marred and beaten. If they were going to fight… it couldn’t be seen. Dylan gave a wicked smile to Olly, who looked at him with a confused expression. He didn’t know what the dark haired boy was planning until. “Ahhhh!” Olly cried out. Without warning or time to react, Dylan had pulled Olly’s dick, now hard from their clinch, out of his shorts. Olly raced to return the favor, pulling out Dylan’s expecting them to try and stroke the other off but instead… “Owww!” moaned Oliver. Dylan had grabbed his hard prick in a brutal grip. He squeezed and twisted the pretty pink member in his hand. Olly glared at Dylan with teary-eyed loathing as he attacked his cute cock with his own punishment. They both squeezed, pulled, twisted, and clawed the dick of their enemy as their heads fell back and they both howled in silent pain. Their teeth were clenched tight as they squirmed and wrestled. They wanted to escape the hold on their organ without releasing the others. Whispering with urgency, they called one another every name they could think of. Each annoyance they had about one another was flung in their face with venom. Frequently between these wrathful arguments, they would break down and beg the other to let go, but neither trusted the other to do so and another argument and fresh round of torture would break out. At this point,the two truly sounded like alleycats. Their other hands shoved at faces, pulled hair, tried to pry hands off. They punched and bit and scratched and slapped, trying to stop the rival before them. They both finally attacked the other’s exposed penis with two hands, drawing agonized groans from the both of them, when they heard Mr. Kyle announce: “Kitty #17!” They both froze, staring at one another wide-eyed. They still held the other, in suddenly soft grips. Both began blinking rapidly. They released the other’s dicks, tucked their own into their shorts, and scrambled for the papers which had been tossed aside so they could remember which number they each were. Olly practically ran to exit the curtain when he read his name on the sheet. With one last dirty look at the black cat bitch, he put on a smile and greeted the cheering crowd and his very excited looking customer for the evening.