Tugger groaned, plopping down onto his makeshift recliner. " Man, today's been a hard day, " he muttered under his breath. Today his fan club almost mauled him right when he walked out his door. It's hard work to keep those kits under control, he thought to himself. But it was all worth it. He loved the adoration they had for him.

While he thought, he slowly began to realize that he had an odd feeling welling up inside of him- or at least inside of his nether regions. It was a feeling that was all too familiar to him, too. " Welp, " he sighed, " better get down to it. " He slipped his belt off, and set it to the side. He would hate for anything to happen to it.

Tugger was so used to this, it just seemed customary. He grabbed his erection from just below the head, and began pumping his arm up and down, his hand moving along with it. Usually, he thought of attractive queens, or sometimes he just focused on the feeling itself. But this, time, it was different. The first person that popped into his head was Mistoffelees. " That's funny, " he thought. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the tuxedo cat out of his mind. And something about thinking about him just heightened the amount of pleasure that the tom was experiencing.

Tugger let out a gruff moan. All he could see was little Misto's face, so innocent, so-. The tom shook his head. " Come on, Tugger! You can't think about a GUY while you're takin' care of business- I mean, you're the QUEENS man- ", he thought. It was no use. His hand went faster, and he couldn't really control himself, nor did he really want to at this point. Thinking of Mistoffelees made him feel good- made him feel AMAZING. Then he did something he normally never did. He moaned Misto's name. Loudly. He was just about to climax, when the door burst open. All he saw was the tux tom standing in the doorway, looking shocked.

" Did you- call for me? "