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“FREEZE!” The shout was accompanied with the sound of a hammer being cocked, telling Catboi that whoever it was behind him was holding a revolver. Considering the incredibly sad state of the museum’s security, Catboi could believe the guards were equipped with such an old fashioned firearm. The feline femboy let out an exaggerated sigh as he slowly began to raise his hands into the air. He thought he was home free, having grabbed the jewels he was after, gotten them into his backpack, and was on his way to his exit point. This complicated things and it would cost him precious time, and he was just right around the corner from his exit point too.
“Don’t move,” the man, it was clearly a man, said. Catboi could hear him slowly and cautiously stepping towards him. He wasn’t radioing for back-up, which told Catboi that either the guards didn’t have radios or he was too caught up in the moment to do it. Either way it made things easier for Catboi. While his outfit did look like it was just pink and black rubber (and, in all honesty, it mostly was), he had an array of little trinkets built in. Most of it was for breaking free of restraints (seeing as his usual hobby when not thieving was to annoy Night Mother into tying him up), but he did have little tricks for situations just like this.
“Whatever you say sir~” Catboi said, putting on his best good little femboy voice, but with just a bit of a seductive tone mixed in. The man was getting closer, but he wasn’t in range yet. He just needed a few more steps…
Once Catboi felt the man grabbing his wrist he knew it was time to strike. He suddenly whirled around, turning to face the man. He took quick stock of him. He was dark-skinned, with a totally shaved head and brown eyes. He was muscular but not buff, maybe in his early 30s at the oldest, and even disregarding his eyes widening in surprise from Catboi’s sudden movement he looked very nervous. Catboi thrust his free hand forwards, stopping it just an inch from the man's face, and then pressed a hidden trigger on the palm of his hand. Suddenly a pink mist shot out from his wrist and right into the man's face. He coughed and stumbled back, raising a hand to try and wave the mist away. It was no use though. What he’d been sprayed with was a powerful aphrodisiac. It was fast acting, though not long lasting, and before the man knew what was happening he collapsed to the floor.
“Oh no, is something wrong sir?” Catboi asked, feigning innocence to an audience of just himself. “Here, let me get you out of here,” he said as he walked towards the man. He quickly, and carefully, picked up the man's gun and emptied the cylinder before tucking the bullets and gun into his backpack, planning to dump them in the river later. Then, he grabbed hold of the man's ankles and began to drag him towards the nearest supply closet, which was where Catboi was headed anyway. The vent system has openings in all the supply closets, and that was Catboi’s means of escape. Of course his original plan wasn’t to haul an unconscious security guard in there with him, but he couldn’t risk leaving him out in the open. What if other guards found him before Catboi managed to get away? He couldn’t risk that. Besides, he had tools for an occasion such as this.
“Man you’re heavy,” Catboi grunted as he finished dragging the security guard into the supply closet. He carefully stepped over his unconscious form to lock the closet before taking the extra step of jamming whatever he could under the door to make it more difficult to open.
“Alright Mister Security Guard,” Catboi huffed as he looked down at the man's unconscious form. “You totally threw me off my rhythm and interrupted my fun,” however as he gazed downwards his lips curled into a smile. “Although I think you can make it up to me~” with those words he got to work. He carefully took off his backpack and set it on a shelf before crouching down and starting to strip the man. He would’ve liked to take his time, but he knew the man wouldn’t stay unconscious for long. Once the man’s shirt was off Catboi pulled off his shoes, followed by his socks. Rather than tossing his socks aside, Catboi instead stuffed them into the man’s mouth, getting an early start on the gag. It was only when the man was stripped of his underwear that Catboi found himself pausing.
To Catboi’s surprise and delight, he wasn’t greeted by a flaccid penis, but rather a clear plastic chastity cage. His smile widened into a mischievous grin as he tapped it a few times before giggling. “Oh wow Mister Security Guard, I didn’t realize you were kinky too~” He didn’t know the cage had been applied by a Master or Mistress, and frankly it didn’t matter. Catboi was gonna do what he was gonna do regardless.
Inspecting the cage, he saw the lock on it was a pretty simple one, which would make picking it easy, but he wasn’t going to pick the lock just yet. No, he still had much to do. Grabbing a roll of pink tape, which he kept tucked away in a well hidden little spot under his skirt, he first quickly curled both of the security guards hands into fists before wrapping over them. Then he got to work on his head. He grabbed the man’s underwear and shoved them in his mouth alongside the socks before starting to wrap his mouth to make a proper gag and then continuing. It was fortunate that the man was bald, though this type of tape was supposed to be hair-friendly, since it made things easier for Catboi. Soon the man's entire head, minus his nose, was encased in a layer of shiny pink tape. With that taken care of, Catboi began to work his way downwards. He took care to fold both the man’s arms over his chest in an X shape, just like the mummies of old. The man had muscles, but he wasn’t what Catboi would consider buff, but that wouldn’t stop Catboi from referring to this as the time he mummified a buff black man. Plus it wouldn’t hurt to feed his victims ego a little bit.
When the mummification was completed, the only bits of flesh left exposed was the man’s nose and his caged cock. Aside from those two intentionally exposed bits, the wrappings were perfect. Catboi’s own cock strained against the null bulge of his suit as he gazed upon the mummy. He bit his lip as his hand drifted downwards, starting to fondle his bulge, teasing himself. It wouldn’t be until he was home that he’d be able to take off his suit and free his cock. There was no reason though that he needed to subject this poor security guard to the same fate, and so he got to work. Retrieving his lock picking tools, Catboi crouched down next to the mummified man and began to fiddle with the lock on his chastity cage. He figured, as he began to work his tools, that this might take forty seconds. It took twenty-five seconds. Immediately the man’s cock responded to its freedom, hardening before Catboi’s eyes. The young femboy licked his lips as a nice big black cock became erect right before him. To his surprise though this wasn’t enough to wake the mummified man up. Sure it made him stir a bit, but it wasn’t enough to wake him.
“Well Mister Security Guard, if that’s not enough to wake you up, perhaps this will be~” Catboi cooed as he repositioned himself, leaning in close to the man’s crotch. He began to nuzzle his cheek against the erect member, purring as he did so and grinning as he observed the man stirring more. It seemed a little more stimulation was all he needed to wake up, and Catboi provided it by starting to pepper the man’s cock with kisses, his pink lipstick contrasting nicely with the man’s dark flesh. This was enough to rouse the man from his drug induced slumber, and his reaction was predictable.
Of course predictable, in this scenario, meant panic. The mummified security guard began to desperately struggle and scream into his gag, trying to break free and trying to call for help. The man had confronted an infamous criminal, been knocked out by said criminal, been stripped and bound, and was now being assaulted by said criminal. Even though the security guard was obviously a masochist based on the cage around his cock, he didn’t welcome this situation like Catboi would have if the roles were reversed. This was, however, something Catboi was counting on. His sadistic streak wasn’t very large, but when he was in the mood he did not hold back. Like his namesake animal he got enjoyment out of playing with his prey, tormenting them with their helplessness. The innocent and cute tone he kept when he spoke added to this.
“Oh my Mister Security Guard, you seem pretty scared,” Catboi taunted with a grin. “Maybe I can calm you down~” he purred as he began straddling the mummified man, his rubber-covered ass teasingly rubbing against his exposed cock, and wrapped his arms around the man. He began to slowly kiss his gagged lips, moaning softly as he held the larger man close while also rubbing his ass against the man's cock to further tease him. Soon enough the man began to softly moan into his gag, relaxing as it became clear Catboi (seemingly) didn’t intend serious harm. It certainly also helped that this was undoubtedly his first proper sexual stimulation in a while, and while the initial panic outweighed lust, once the panic subsided, lust began to claw its way into the forefront of his mind. After a few moments, once the struggles had been reduced to soft squirming and the screams to meek moans, Catboi ended the kiss and shifted to peppering the man’s tape-encased face with soft smooches. Each smooch left behind a lipstick stain, and the difference in color between Catboi’s lipstick and the tape left them nice and visible.
“Now that you’ve calmed down,” Catboi said between smooches, his tone now more seductive than innocent. “I could make you feel really good~ Just imagine this little kitty’s lips around your nice big cock~ I bet it would feel good after being locked up~” the end of each sentence was punctuated by another smooch.
“hrmrhm…” the security guard meekly moaned into his gag, causing Catboi to cease his smooches and grin. (please…)
“I didn’t quite catch that~” Catboi said teasingly, rubbing his ass against the mummified man’s cock more.
“HRMRHM!” This time the man screamed it into his gag, thrusting his hips at the same time, making it abundantly clear he was taking up Catboi’s offer. (PLEASE!)
“That’s what I thought~” Catboi purred as he quickly shifted position, swapping from sitting on the security guard's waist and instead taking a seat on his face. It was unexpected, but the moan the security guard let out made it clear he enjoyed it. At the same time Catboi brought his face to the man’s cock and began nuzzling it with his cheek. “Mmm, so big and so tasty looking. Such a shame it was locked up for so long~” he said as he slowly licked from the base of the shaft up to the tip, eliciting a long loud moan from the security guard. When he finished the lick Catboi stopped, giggling just a little as he felt the security guard starting to squirm a bit underneath him, desperate for the inevitable.
Slowly Catboi wrapped his lips around the tip of the mummified man’s cock before he began to slowly take more and more of his cock into his mouth. It was definitely one of the biggest cocks Catboi had ever sucked, but regular training made it easy for Catboi to fit it into his throat. Slowly he took more and more of it into his mouth, his victims moaning growing louder and louder. When he reached the base of the man’s cock he stopped for a few seconds before starting to softly bob his head up and down. He did not rush, instead savoring the taste. If he wanted to give a quick BJ, he’d have gotten himself tied up instead. He thoroughly coated the shaft with his spit, and whenever he came up he’d stop just short of lifting his head off the cock, his lips forming a constant seal.
If Catboi could have his way, this would have lasted a good while. He’d keep teasing his mummified plaything, bringing him to the brink of an orgasm and then leaving him in suspense on if he’d get to cum or not.
Unfortunately for Catboi, reality had other plans. The man had, after all, spent god knows how long in a chastity cage. After being denied for so long, his limit was easier to reach then if he hadn’t been caged. Catboi hadn’t taken this into consideration at all, and so suddenly, just as Catboi reached the base of the man’s shaft again, he came. Catboi’s eyes widened as a truly massive load of warm cum was sent down his throat. He swallowed it all, but despite his training he couldn’t help but cough and choke, especially as the flow of cum just didn’t seem to end. By the time it finally did end and Catboi swallowed the last drops his eyes were watering.
“You asshole!” Catboi whined, dropping his whole “innocent little femboy” act as he glared at the mummified man, who was very happily moaning as his cock gradually softened. “That wasn’t what I wanted! I wanted to tease you longer!” he exclaimed as he rose to his feet. “I was gonna play with you more, but now I just hope whoever finds you leaves you like this!” he huffed as he grabbed his bag and began making his way to the air vent to make his escape from the museum. His mood was ruined and he had no desire to stick around any longer. He had his jewels, and so he made his escape, leaving his mummy in the storage closet to eventually be discovered by his coworkers, who would hopefully free him.
In contrast, the security guard groaned happily into his gag, totally blissed out and unaware and uncaring that Catboi had left. Well, uncaring for now. Once the bliss faded and he realized he was all alone, then that would be a different story. Until then though, he just happily groaned and squirmed, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm while Catboi grumbled to himself trying to find his way through the air vents.