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Clicker training will not work on Jinx, he's decided.
It's something he's been aware of for a while, mostly from seeing pathetic little puppygirls on social media hyping it up and going crazy over it. He's read through Reddit threads about it, seen TikToks, and he doesn't really get it. It's just a stupid little clicking noise. And it's for dogs! While he can appreciate the appeal of playing puppy, he's always been more of a cat person. Thankfully, Caitlyn is too. He's her little kitten—and he refuses to let himself be trained.
Jinx is spending the weekend at Caitlyn's place. He gets there before she does since his classes end earlier than hers, so he makes himself comfortable. She gave him a spare key a while back and he uses it to the fullest, especially when his roommates are getting on his nerves.
He’s been feeling particularly on edge this week, so he goes straight back to the bedroom, opens up the bottom drawer of Caitlyn's dresser, and pulls out his ears, tail, and collar. He wants Caitlyn to come home to a sexy little surprise, so he strips down, leaving himself wearing a homemade crop top and his packing jockstrap. He attaches the tail to the waistband, then admires himself in the full length mirror on the bathroom door.
"Oh yeah, this will get her going," he says, grinning.
Jinx posts up on the couch, trying to position himself in a suggestive manner, which quickly proved to be a mistake as Caitlyn was taking longer than expected and he was rather tired. After just a few minutes of sitting on the couch and fiddling with his packer, he started to get drowsy and couldn't resist catching a few winks while he was stuck waiting. Surely, he could just close his eyes for a bit and he wouldn't sleep for that long.
He realized his mistake when he cracked open his eyes hours later, finding himself tucked under a blanket that had not been there when he went to sleep. He hears movement in the kitchen and pushes himself up to see Caitlyn putting away groceries.
"Hey, sleepy kitty," she says, smiling. "Have a nice catnap?"
Jinx groans and rolls his eyes. "I didn't mean to fall asleep."
"Have you been staying up late again?"
"I'm always up late."
She frowns but quickly smiles again. "Well, you're always welcome to nap as much as you want while you're here."
There's some truth in that statement, but there's something unspoken that he can see glimmering in her eyes.
See, when the ears are on, he's hers. She can do whatever she wants to him. He's her little "Caitboy", as he likes to put it. Sure, he can nap as much as he wants. He just might wake up with her hand between his legs.
Despite their free use agreement, Caitlyn actually exercises a lot of restraint in that department. Her libido is lower than his, after all, so the times she takes advantage of it are few and far between. This just means he never knows when it's coming, and he enjoys that thrill.
Jinx slides out from under the blanket and pads into the kitchen, going up behind Caitlyn to hug her (and subtly rub his packer against her ass). She hums in acknowledgement as she puts the last few items she purchased away, then pulls his arms open to turn herself around so that he's hugging her from the front.
"Someone's eager," she says, reaching down to squeeze his packer. "It's dinner time, though."
He whines as she slips away from him to put a frozen pizza in the oven (neither of them have ever been great at cooking).
The evening is largely uneventful. Jinx is forced to give up on his horny crusade as Caitlyn is clearly uninterested in what he's trying to offer at the moment. He knows not to push it. If he needs to get off that bad, he'll just deal with it himself. Right in front of her, of course, because he's allowed to do that.
But he is hungry and the pizza is pretty good and there's a new episode of the show they've been watching together so he just kind of forgets about it.
He forgets about it until much later, when Caitlyn is sitting in the recliner by the window, reading something for one of her classes, and he starts to get bored and horny again. Once more, Jinx is palming his packer, but now he's making a show of it, writhing on the couch as he starts to slip his hand beneath the jockstrap.
"Stop."
Caitlyn's voice is clear and commanding—but Jinx is not a dog. He slips his fingers down, sliding them around his T-dick and stroking it a little. He looks at her and grins.
"Stop," she says again, and this time she reaches into a small pouch he didn't notice before and pulls something out.
A gummy worm. A sour gummy worm. He freezes and stares at it.
"You want it?" she asks, wiggling the gummy candy.
He bites his lip and nods. He's had no sweets yet this evening, and he always likes a sweet treat after dinner.
"Stop that and come over here." She clicks her tongue a few times as if she's calling a cat.
Jinx thinks about this for a moment, weighing his options. It's clearly an effort to keep him unsatisfied, but he really wants the candy.
In the end, he thinks, Fuck it, why not?
Jinx pulls his hand from his underwear and rolls off of the couch, making a show of crawling across the floor to Caitlyn. He puts his hands on her knees and sits up straight, holding his mouth open for his treat. She smiles and drops it into his mouth.
Click.
Jinx almost chokes on the gummy worm.
"Cai-yn, wha 'e fuh?" he tries to ask around the candy in his mouth. He grumbles, chews, and swallows. "Is that a fucking clicker?"
She raises the small plastic device and wiggles it in front of his face. "Yes. I was reading something on Reddit the other night, and I—"
Caitlyn is cut off by a loud groan.
"Really? You too? Gods, you're a stereotype," he mutters. "This is a puppy thing, Caity. I'm not a dog!"
He demonstrates by sitting back and bapping one of his fluffy ears with a fist curled into a paw-like shape. Caitlyn can't help but smile at the adorable display.
"I know, kitten. But I thought this could be fun. People do train cats, you know. It's different, but it can still work."
Jinx narrows his eyes and looks at the clicker. Caitlyn lowers it and frowns.
"If you really don't want me to, I won't," she says and genuinely means it. Free use or no, they respect each other's boundaries.
He chews on his lower lip and closes his eyes. He could tell her not to do it, but she clearly read up on it and bought everything she needed—including a fucking treat pouch. And he had already decided that it wouldn’t work on him. He has too much mental fortitude to get Pavlov'd by a piece of clicking plastic. If he let her do this, not only would he prove that he was above it, but he would also get lots and lots of free candy.
It was a win-win scenario. Or so he thought.
“Fine,” he says. “Do your worst.”
So, for the rest of the evening, she kept the clicker on a strap around her wrist. Caitlyn was nothing if not thorough. She understood how to do things properly. She would ask something of Jinx or give him a command. When he did it, he got candy and a simple click. Most of her training tasks were simple: grabbing a glass of water for her, coming across the room to her. Sitting down. Laying down. Rolling over and allowing belly rubs.
But there were some requests that Jinx deemed below him. Giving paws gave Jinx pause. Much like an actual cat, he glared at her when she held out her hand and said, "Paw?" Caitlyn waited patiently for him to comply, but he just stared at her for a bit, silently refusing.
I am not a dog, he thought to himself. I don't do tricks.
So, for tonight, she gives up on paws. Caitlyn knows not to push her luck. Jinx gets as much candy as he wants, and then refuses to comply when he's satisfied.
At bedtime, he removes his ears and tail but keeps the collar on as he crawls under the covers with Caitlyn, snuggling up beside her and nuzzling against her shoulder. She stretches her neck to plant a kiss on his forehead.
"What a good kitty," she says softly.
If he could purr, he would. Instead, he hums in acknowledgment, squeezing her a bit tighter and laying one of his legs over hers, tangling them together at the ankles.
"Goodnight, Jinx."
"Mmm. G'night."
Jinx can tell what Caitlyn is trying to get him to do with this whole clicker training thing. He picks up on it right away. Come when called, sit patiently. He doesn't always do it, but sometimes the lure of a treat is too enticing. He hasn't given in on her requests for "paw", though, because it feels too obedient.
For the most part, their Saturday proceeds almost like a normal one, save for the fact that Jinx has put on his ears and tail and is occasionally complying with his girlfriend's ridiculous demands for a few Sour Patch kids. This is largely how their relationship has been for a while. He comes over and spends his time doing some light roleplay as they go about their day-to-day, all under a free use arrangement that means Caitlyn can use him like a fucktoy whenever she wants.
The clicker adds an interesting new aspect to things. Jinx isn't sure if he likes it yet.
He's lying on the floor doodling on his iPad when he hears Caitlyn clicking her tongue to get his attention. He looks up, tilting his head to the side cutely.
"Come here," she calls.
It's been a while since he ate lunch, so a snack sounds perfect. He complies, crawling across the floor to sit by her feet. Click. She ruffles his hair before tossing him a piece of candy.
"Paw," she says, holding out her hand.
Jinx knows it's more interesting if he continues to refuse. He turns his nose up at her. She sighs.
"Wait here," says Caitlyn, getting up from the couch and disappearing down the hall.
Curious, Jinx stays in place, wondering what she's up to this time. She returns with a large, white box that she places on the floor in front of him.
"You stayed! Good boy," she coos. Click. No treat is given this time, but the verbal praise sends a tingle down to his core. "Now, open the box."
Jinx leans forward and lifts the lid, then gasps when he sees what's inside: a fluffy pair of human-sized cat paws. He'd seen these on Runestagram a while back and eagerly showed the post to her, but they were far too expensive for him to get on his own. He never thought she'd actually buy them for him, but he was now pleasantly disproven.
Jinx can't wait for further instructions. He grabs the paws from the box and slips them over his hands, wiggling his fingers and watching the toes curl. He claps them together, admiring how the soft pink paw pads have a bit of a squishy bounce to them. Then, he presses them to his face, feeling the soft fabric and the fluff of the orange fur on his cheeks.
"Cait, these are amazing! Thank you so much!" he exclaims.
She grins wide, unable to hide her mirth at his adorable display. But she does her best to compose herself, dialing back her own glee as she leans forward and says, calmly, "Paw."
Oh, she's devious. He can't say no now, especially not when he does desperately want to touch her and let her feel how soft the paws are. Jinx narrows his eyes but smirks as he lifts a paw and places it on her open palm.
Click.
Caitlyn holds out a piece of candy and he opens his mouth, blushing all the while. Her success in this endeavor has also succeeded in rousing his dick, which twitches in his boxers as she places the gummy worm on his tongue.
But instead of doing anything further, she leans back and turns her attention to the TV, satisfied with herself. Jinx squirms uncomfortably, and she casts her eyes down at him.
"Don't take those off until I say so," she says.
And then he realizes she's trapped him. He can't jerk off with these huge paws on his hands.
"Oh, you're good," he grumbles.
He can't even go back to drawing. Jinx flops on his back, raising his arms overhead and wiggling the paws. Despite Caitlyn’s trick, he does really love them. With no other options, he lets himself indulge in a little bit of deeper roleplay. Caitlyn has a few cat toys scattered around the apartment just for him. He can be rather hyperactive at times, so batting around a jingling ball or going after a dangling feather gets his “zoomies” out.
He finds his favorite—a ball that rolls on its own—and fumbles with it for a minute before he determines he can't press the power button himself. Pitifully, he picks it up between his teeth and brings it to Caitlyn, dropping it at her feet and performing his best meow.
"Oh, you want to play?" she asks, reaching down to pet him. "Here, let me help."
She takes the toy, turns it on, and releases it on the floor. Jinx takes off after it.
He's spent after about 10 minutes of this and thinking that he should really ask Caitlyn to get him some knee pads. He rubs the carpet burn on his knees with his soft paws before crawling back to Caitlyn, who is still watching TV. Without a word, he climbs onto the couch and lays his head in her lap, curling up beside her for an afternoon nap.
When he wakes an hour or so later, Caitlyn is running her fingers through his hair.
"Hey, sleepyhead," she whispers.
He makes a soft noise, deciding that he still isn't using his words. Caitlyn likes that sometimes, and so does he. Jinx rolls onto his back, looking up at her and smiling. She smiles back, then reaches down and slips a hand under the hem of his T-shirt to rub his belly, lightly scratching his happy trail. If he could purr, he would. Instead, he just hums in satisfaction. It's as close as he can get.
"Paw?" she asks, and, without thinking, he complies, placing a fluffy paw into the palm of her hand yet again.
Click.
The sound sends a pulse to his groin.
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.
It doesn't work it doesn't work it doesn't work it DOESN'T WORK!
No candy follows the sound. The click itself has become the reward. He can't believe he's fallen for it so fast. How could she tell?
"Good boy!" Caitlyn squeezes the paw and rubs his tummy again. "Seems like you do know how to listen."
His mental fortitude is gone. For some reason, trying to convince himself that this shouldn't work on him is giving him a boner. His T-dick throbs uncomfortably, and he squeezes his thighs together.
"What's the matter, kitten? Is there a problem?" she asks with a devious grin on her face.
He whimpers and withdraws his offered paw, rolling over onto his side and squirming to get more friction on his aching cock.
"Stop," she says.
Jinx freezes in place.
Click.
He lets out a whiny moan.
"Sit up. On your knees, legs spread."
He does as she says, too desperate to be a brat about this as much as he wants to be.
Click.
His cunt clenches around nothing. Gods, he's embarrassingly wet. Nothing has even happened yet. Caitlyn tugs down his boxers a little, letting them rest around his thighs. His T-dick stands at attention, poking out into the open air and twitching slightly. Jinx is breathing hard. Sweating.
"P-please," he sputters.
"I didn't know kittens could talk," Caitlyn says, pressing a finger to his lips.
She scoots closer to him, clicker in hand. He stays as still as possible, only able to think about how painfully hard he is and how slick is leaking out of him and dripping down into his boxers. He closes his eyes and swallows.
"Paw," says Caitlyn, extending her hand towards him.
He complies immediately.
Click.
She lets the clicker fall from her free hand, dangling from the cord around her wrist, and reaches down to stroke his cock. It's agonizingly slow and gentle, the complete opposite of what he needs, but it's something, and he makes a humiliating noise. As soon as he tries to move his hips for more friction, she withdraws her hand.
Jinx wants to complain, but he remembers he's not allowed to speak, and instead he whimpers and mewls as his dick pulses and begs for her hand to come back to it. Caitlyn stands up. He whines again.
"Stay," she says, pointing a finger at him. "I'll be right back."
And she is, carrying a familiar object in hand. A grind toy, complete with straps to secure it in place. Jinx thinks she's going to put around her leg, but she grabs one of the couch pillows and tightens the straps around it.
"Stand up, and take off your boxers."
He does this, and is rewarded with another click that makes his dick twitch involuntarily. Caitlyn puts the pillow with the toy on one end of the couch, then sits down on the other.
"Have fun!" she says, gesturing at the grind toy.
Jinx doesn't have the strength left to be a brat or play it cool. He leaps onto the couch, straddles the pillow, and presses himself down onto the toy. It's made of a soft silicone covered in all manner of bumps and ridges and valleys that rub him in all the right ways, and it's not long before the entire thing is wet with his slick and the apartment is filled with the lewd sounds of his cunt sliding against it while he moans.
Jinx looks at Caitlyn through half lidded eyes and knows he's giving her some absolute eye candy with the way she's looking at him. He's bent forward, back arched, fluffy paws pressed into the couch. The bell on his collar jingles every time he thrusts down, and he can feel his tail wiggling behind him. Caitlyn bites her lip and reaches down, palming herself through her pants. Gods, she's sexy when she's being evil.
"Come for me, kitten," she says in a sultry voice.
He complies. A few stuttering thrusts into the toy and he trembles and twitches, his cunt clenching and his toes flexing so hard his foot almost cramps. He moans and whimpers and gasps for breath.
Click.
Jinx slumps forward, falling off the pillow. He lands face first against Caitlyn's thigh, legs still twitching as he comes down from his climax. Caitlyn strokes his hair, sinking her fingers into the blue locks and scratching his scalp. He makes a soft noise of approval.
"My sweet boy," she murmurs. "You make such a cute little kitty."
Jinx musters up his best meow for her. Caitlyn hooks a finger under his chin and lifts his head. With her other hand, she takes two fingers and taps them on the top of her right thigh. Jinx is offered a close up view of her bulge, pulsing lightly through her shorts.
"I gave you a treat. Now mommy wants to play with her kitten."
Instinctively, Jinx raises a hand to pull down her shorts, but he remembers he's been handicapped by the massive paws. He lays his paw on her lap and pads at her bulge uselessly. She laughs.
"Oh, right. You're just a sweet little kitten. No thumbs!"
Jinx slides off the couch and positions himself between Caitlyn's legs as she tugs down her shorts, but not her underwear. He can see the clear outline of her cock through the thin fabric of her panties, a wet spot decorating the front. He puts his head between her legs and nuzzles against her bulge, inhaling deep through his nose and basking in the musk.
When it becomes clear that she isn't taking the undies off, he begins his work. Kissing, licking, sucking through the fabric.
Click.
Caitlyn swells and stiffens but doesn't harden all the way—she rarely does these days, which is fine by him. He likes watching her get wet, leaking all over the place. He likes pressing his face against her soft cock, nipping at the sensitive skin and worshipping every inch of it with his mouth. His mouth, which is a perfect fit for her.
Jinx desperately wants her to take off her panties, but she seems content to watch him nuzzle against her bulge instead. He hums and continues doing what he can, finding the head of her cock and sucking it through the fabric. He can taste her precum leaking through.
"So cute," she breathes. "My little kitten."
He is her little kitten. He wants nothing more than to be her pet, endlessly pampered and responsible for nothing. Doing as he pleases until she needs something from him, and then toying with her until he finally gives in to her desires. If he could speak, he would ask her to use him as she pleased. Instead, he mewls and whines and tugs at the fabric of her panties with his teeth, begging for access.
Caitlyn sighs and relents, pulling her panties down under her balls and letting her half-hard cock flop out. Jinx doesn't waste a second. As soon as it's out, his mouth is on it, greedily swallowing her length and sucking on it like he's trying to milk her with his mouth.
"Someone's hungry. I gave you all that candy all day long, but this is what you really wanted, isn't it?"
He nods with her cock still in his mouth.
"Look at me."
Jinx looks up, giving her his widest, most innocent eyes as he hollows out his cheeks and slowly drags his head back, licking the underside of her cock as he pulls away. He stops to hold her head in his lips, swirling his tongue around it to collect as much precum as he possibly can.
Caitlyn's breath hitches. She reaches down to pet him as he continues, swallowing her whole once more and holding her there in his mouth, keeping her warm.
"Okay, up," she says, gently pushing his head back. "Go get your dish."
Jinx lifts his head, a trail of saliva running from his lips to her shaft. He tilts his head to the side, confused, but she repeats herself.
"Go get it. Now."
He jumps up and runs to the kitchen, fetching his food dish from behind the island. It's tough but not impossible to carry with his paws. Jinx offers up the dish to her.
"Good boy." Click. "Now, sit."
He does.
Click.
Each plasticky click sends a jolt of arousal through him and makes his dick throb, but this isn't about him. Caitlyn takes the dish, places it between her legs, and begins to stroke herself.
"On your knees. Spread your legs. Show me."
Jinx does as told, sitting up straighter and angling himself slightly to give her a better view of his cunt.
Click.
She watches his T-dick twitch and his hole clench as slick leaks out of him and onto the floor below. He shudders under the weight of her gaze as she continues to jerk off, precum leaking into the dish.
"Pose for me," she gasps.
Face flushing a deep pink, Jinx raises his paws in front of him, curling them in an adorable catlike manner. He twists his hips so that his tail is visible from the side.
"What a good kitty," she says, her voice catching a bit as her stomach tightens.
Caitlyn grunts as her cock spasms and releases a wet load of cum into the dish. She gives herself a few more strokes to draw as much out as possible before she leans back to catch her breath. Once she's recovered, Caitlyn stands up, grabbing the dish. She walks over to the kitchen and Jinx follows, already knowing what comes next. His dick throbs and aches and he's dying to be touched, but he knows it's not going to happen. Not yet.
Caitlyn places the dish in its usual spot, on the floor by the island. Jinx gets on his hands and knees, lowers his face to the dish, and begins to lap up her cum.
He makes a show of it, moaning into the dish as he slides his tongue through the sticky mess. He truly does love the taste—otherwise he wouldn't do this.
"Good kitty! Eat up."
Caitlyn bends down behind him and slips a hand between his legs, catching his cock between two fingers and jerking it softly. He whimpers into the dish as she strokes him.
He finishes his meal faster than expected. Jinx sits up, mouth smeared with semen, and gives Caitlyn a dreamy smile.
"Good boy," she says sweetly.
Caitlyn sits down and slightly bends one knee. She taps two fingers to her thigh, and Jinx goes to her, knowing this position well. He mounts her leg, wraps his arms around her shoulders, and ruts against her thigh, whining and whimpering until he cums once more. Slick spills all over her leg, and she holds him and peppers his face with kisses as he trembles in her arms.
"You can talk now, if you want," she whispers.
He shakes his head quickly, burying his face in her neck and clinging to her even tighter. Caitlyn smiles and sighs. She manages to stand up while holding him, lifting Jinx with ease.
"Alright, but it's bath time."
Jinx makes a disgruntled sound but doesn't protest otherwise. Caitlyn places a kiss on his forehead and carries him off to the bathroom.