The Tape Recorder
#2 of Control
Announcing the somewhat-long-awaited follow-up to "Going Stag." OK kids, you must be over 18 to ride, and keep your sexual preferences to male on male and your hands and arms inside the car. We suggest one on the keyboard and the other in your lap.
He never really considered it rape.
That's what the officer had told him. That's what the therapist had told him. That's what his parents told him, but Micah never considered what happened a week ago to be rape. He remembered it, and he enjoyed it.
And he kept a souvenir. The tape recorder that Gerald had left behind. The one that Micah knew changed him. But the lion could never figure out how it did. All that was on the recorder was static.
He didn't dare show it to anyone. At least not yet. He couldn't bring it up without having it taken away by those in authority. If only he could show it to someone he trusted. Someone that would promise to never reveal it to anyone, possibly taking it to their grave.
There was one.
The lion stepped out of his blue Pontiac and pushed the door closed with a soft "thunk," starting toward his friend's front door. Before he could even reach it, the door opened and the head of a raccoon popped out. "Hey! What's up?"
This was the same question that he asked Micah on the phone a few hours earlier, but the lion insisted on meeting in private. He was feeling even more paranoid now that he saw the raccoon in person, though. "I-er, I need you to examine something for me."
"Like...what kind of something?"
"This..." the lion replied after a moment's hesitation, and produced the device from his pocket.
The raccoon paused, leering at it. "...And what would it be? I can't see it right."
Micah let out a sigh of annoyance. "It's a tape recorder."
"Well, it looks like you've got a grasp of what it is. What do you need me fer?"
The lion rolled his eyes. "It's what's on the recorder that I want you to examine."
"AH! Then I'll need a closer look." And before Micah could react to the raccoon, he found the recorder out of his paw and in the coon's grasp, who had already turned around and started inside the house. "You better come in before I close the door. Thrasher's hungry."
Micah, not wanting to find out who or what Thrasher was, quickly followed him.
The raccoon had pulled a chair from the dining room of the house up to his desk for Micah to sit in. And that was exactly what the lion was doing. Sitting. Sitting while he watched the coon work, and he was working with technology completely foreign to Micah. Both of them were before a PowerMac G5, which Micah was aware of, but the application open was absolutely overwhelming to those who didn't know how to use it. And only one of the two knew how to use it: The raccoon.
"So, Reginald, how-" the lion began, but the coon quickly interrupted him.
"Eh! Eh! I told you not to call me that."
"Right...so, Reggie, how are you going to sort through it?"
"Sort through what? The static? Problem is, I don't know what I'm looking for."
"You're looking for something that's...not static."
"Oh, that's a real help, Mike." Reggie replied in a dry and sarcastic drawl.
"Well, I don't really know either." This was true. Micah didn't know exactly what he was looking for.
"Can you maybe give a hint? Is it something suspicious? Maybe some sort of hum you want to get rid of?"
"The first one."
The raccoon didn't really pay attention to the reply. "And why are you trying to avoid saying it? It's not like it's porn, right?"
Micah made no sound, and Reggie interpreted his silence correctly.
"Mike...this doesn't have to do with the rape, does it?"
"What?! How'd you know?" The lion demanded.
"Dude, it's all over school. A couple people saw you leave alone, and Hellyer's mom reported you speeding, but the police told her you got off cause you were raped."
Dr. Joseph Hellyer was the vice principle of the school, and Micah knew what the coon was going to say next, based on past experiences with the authority figure. Hellyer was extremely sympathetic, to a flaw.
"Um...Well, Hellyer kinda announced that one of the seniors was raped...and, er, people kind of made the connection."
Micah finally understood. In every class, someone was in the corner with their eyes on him and whispering to their neighbor. He was buried with sympathetic looks in hallways. Even the teachers couldn't look him in the eye. "I guess...since everybody knows...Yeah. It does have to do with the rape."
The coon flung the recorder out of his paws and it landed on the floor, with relatively little damage. "EW! I'm not touching that! You have to tell me these things! And this whole time, I thought it was what was on the tape you wanted me to check! BUT THAT! THAT was just NASTY!"
Micah sat in shock for a few moments before replying. "Um...I do want you to check what's on the tape."
"You mean...that it didn't go up your, er, yoohoo?"
"That didn't go up my anything."
Reggie blushed deeply, "Sorry. I just assumed...I mean I heard that the guy who did it to you did some pretty kinky stuff. Leather and props and...just ew."
Micah cocked an eyebrow. "That's where the rumors started, isn't it? Because it was just plain stuff. No leather, just naked...rape." He hesitated, ready to use the word sex, but he quickly reminded himself that as far as everyone else knew, it was still non-consensual.
"...Was it really in a barn?"
The lion sighed. "Yes. Can we please check the tape?"
Reggie's cheeks quickly filled with rosy color, "Right! That's what you came here for. Not to talk about gay buttrape!" The raccoon was obviously uncomfortable, as the volume of his voice allowed the rest of the house to echo his statement back to them.
"Could you try not to announce it to everyone that doesn't know yet?"
"Relax, Mike. Nobody's home 'cept us." And with that, Reggie took the recorder from the floor and plugged the eighth-inch phono jack from his computer into it. "So, it's just static?"
The lion said, "It might be. Probably not." I hope not.
Reggie clicked an icon that looked like a film slate with green audio waves where the text normally went, and brought up an application called "Soundtrack Pro." He clicked a simple record button, and pressed play on the recorder. "How long did you say that it was?"
"Um...Six minutes, but go for seven to be sure."
And so they waited. For the next seven minutes exactly, the two chatted. The conversation consisted mostly of Reggie's questions about the rape, and Micah's attempts to avoid them or be as vague as possible.
And then a click.
The tape was done. And Reggie turned back to the computer, "Yep, seven minutes." After unplugging the recorder and handing it to the lion, he clicked the single track of audio, highlighting it, and then clicked one of the command menus. "If we run this filter on the audio, it should at least show something that isn't static, but it may not be very loud." A short time later, after a progress bar filled with color from left to right, there was still a jagged waveform. "Huh..."
"What is it?"
"This was under the static. See, I used a filter and took out everything that emitted the same frequency that static has. We should hear most of this, as long as it isn't the same frequency."
The raccoon placed the playhead at the beginning of the track, and hit the spacebar.
Micah didn't have much of a guess as to what would come out of the speakers, but he never expected what did. A low, sensuous female voice, speaking slowly. "Be relaxed...very relaxed. Listen well. Listen intently. Listen to every word. Listen well. Be relaxed. Listen intently. Listen to every word."
It kept going, the same words over and over. The two friends exchanged glances of worry and shock at each other. Suddenly, at the ninety-second mark, the words changed.
"Listen to every word. It will come true. It is already true. What is spoken to you is true. Listen to every word...True. It is true."
And again, it kept going, until the three-minute mark, and another change, though it wasn't in what was spoken, but who was speaking it. Instead of a low, sexual female voice, it was a harsh male one. Even deeper than before, the voice had less of a relaxing tone, and more of a commanding one.
Then at four minutes and thirty seconds in, the words changed once more. "You will obey. You will do as you are told. You will enjoy it. You will obey. You will do as you are told. You will enjoy it."
Once it reached ten seconds until six minutes, one word was repeated. "Obey. Obey. Obey. Obey."
And at six minutes: Silence.
And then, for another moment, that was all that remained for the two friends. Until Reggie finally spoke. "Shit..."
Whatever the raccoon felt, Micah felt infinitely worse. This meant nothing for Reggie. All he knew was some creepy stuff on a recorder was being played. No, for Micah, this meant control. If this stuff got into his system...
"Shit, man. Just shit. This is some pretty crazy stuff."
"Duh."
"Micah...what happened? What does this mean?"
He couldn't tell him. He just couldn't. He'd never understand, what with him and his closed mind and his stupid computer and his nice tight ass...
No. I can't think about that. I can't get distracted.
But he was already distracted. His eyes simply couldn't peel away from that delicious raccoon body. Something about Reggie excited him, something he never noticed before...but the coon would never let him do anything more than hug.
Or would he?
Micah swiftly unplugged the recorder, starting to rewind it at the same time. Reggie, it seemed, was still lost in thought and worry about his friend. Micah knew that in order to get what he wanted, he had to stall the raccoon. Distract him.
Click.
Done rewinding. Time for a conversation starter. "Reggie? What is it?"
The coon looked up, eyebrows raised in surprise. "What is it? Dude...this freaks me out. I mean, one of my friends might be under somebody's power. What if somebody's controlling you right now? What if you're possessed or something?"
Micah raised a brow. "Can you hear yourself? I'm not possessed. I promise. Wait, let me check my pockets." He thrust his paw into his jeans, and pulled out nothing. "Yep, no mini-rapists. Besides dude, it was under static. I couldn't have heard it anyway." Another click. "It was faint, stupid and not nearly long enough to have any effect."
Five minutes and counting.
"I guess you're right, Mike. I mean," The raccoon laughed nervously, "It's just a tape, and it probably did nothing. The guy who did was probably crazy, and got his wife or girlfriend to help him out. Hell, maybe he got it off the internet somewhere." He was loosening up. Perfect, Micah thought.
"Exactly." The lion replied. "The guy was just some idiot who probably slipped something in my punch. I don't really remember how it happened. It was the police officer who told me I was raped."
Reggie blinked. "Really? You don't remember it at all? What /was/ the last thing you remembered?"
"Hmm, I think it was him talking to me about the night sky or something." A blatant lie, but he couldn't continue with the plan if he didn't.
"That's really weird. So, you got date raped or something? I've never heard of a guy doing that to another guy before."
"Me neither. He just started talking to me all nice and stuff, and...that's kind of it."
"That's crazy, dude."
"I guess I could take it as a compliment. He obviously thought-" Click. "-I was hot or something."
Reggie tilted his head at the click, but dismissed it quickly. He frowned, "I suppose you could say that he thought so. But I heard rapists only do it because of the power over somebody else or sumthin'."
Micah was lost in his own thoughts though, or so it seemed to the coon. He then turned to Reggie and asked bluntly. "Do you think I'm hot?"
The raccoon was stunned by the question. "Um...I've never really thought about it, seeing as I've only ever dated girls."
Micah smirked, "But come on, you can still think that a guy's hot right? Just appreciate him. You don't have to have sex with him, right?"
Reggie looked confused, "I...I guess so. Yeah, I can think a dude's sexy and not be gay, right?"
The lion nodded. "Totally. So...do you think I'm hot?"
The coon thought for a moment, examining Micah. "Yeah, actually."
"Come on. Be more specific. What makes me hot?"
Reggie thought again, looking at Micah intently. "Well, I suppose it's probably because your mane is pretty cool, and your arms are big...Where did you get muscles? You were kinda chubby a few years ago."
The lion took this as a good cue to take off his shirt while Reggie felt comfortable. With his upper body free of clothing, he angled himself at the coon in a suggestive way. "I took a conditioning class the past couple of years. Really helped."
Reggie continued to study Micah, "Well, your chest is really nice, too. Especially your abs."
Micah smiled, "You want to touch them, don't you? I understand. You go ahead and touch them."
Reggie leaned forward, a hesitant paw touching the firm muscles, feeling the smooth, golden fur. "Wow...it feels nice."
"Yeah. You know, we can kind of sympathize with gay guys, right? I mean when a guy's really sexy...you just want him."
"Yeah, I guess. If a guy's really hot, then I guess I can understand why gay guys have sex..."
"Hey, Reggie, it's OK if you want to see me naked. You can admit that, and I'd be fine with it. I'd even get naked for you."
The raccoon actually smiled, the lion somehow confirming Reggie's unspoken desire. He didn't even know he wanted it until Micah said it. "Really? Wow...thanks Micah."
Micah stood up out of his chair, flicking his tail seductively as he sat on the raccoon's bed, loosening his pants and sliding them off first, before slowly removing his black briefs. He was already aroused, the tip of his member poking out of his plump sheath. And there he sat, looking at Reggie with a deceptive smile. "You're looking at my cock, Reggie. I can tell what you're thinking.
Reggie's heart was racing. He couldn't believe it. He'd never seen Micah like this;he'd never seen any guy like this. He just stared at Micah, looking at his beautiful body. That mane...those arms...that chest...that cock.
"Reggie. You think I'm hot, right? And you can understand why guys have sex sometimes, especially when the guy's really hot." Micah smiled; it was the moment of truth. "You want to have sex with me." No question, no doubt. It was a statement and a command.
The coon shivered, and then nodded slowly. "Y-yes."
"You want to obey me."
"Yes."
"Good, Reggie. Now come here and kneel in front of me."
The raccoon did as he was told, a dopey grin plastered on his face, his false desire coming true as he sank in front of the lion, looking at that beautiful member.
"Well done. Your mouth is dry now...and you hunger for me." Seeing the coon in front of him, so close to his shaft, aroused him even further, so that his member was at full length.
"Yes, Micah..."
"Then close your eyes and do exactly what you want..."
The coon's heart lept, and he firmly shut his eyelids, opening his maw and taking the tip of the shaft into it, gently suckling on it. Micah sighed happily, starting to pant softly. He lifted a paw to his chest and rubbed his left nipple as the raccoon took more of his cock in his mouth. For Reggie, it felt even better than he had imagined. The member he gently sucked on was large and throbbing, but just small enough to fit into most of his muzzle. He continued further down on Micah's lionhood, placing one of his paws on the lion's leg and using the other to cup his balls. Then, after taking as much of the shaft as possible in his mouth, Reggie began to slowly move back and forth on it, causing Micah to lean his head back and moan loudly.
Then, suddenly, Micah placed his paw on Reggie's head. "Stop." The coon lifted his mouth off of the lion's member, the sweet taste of pre in his mouth, and looked up excitedly at Micah.
The lion smiled down at Reggie, "Lay on the bed and lift your tail."
Reggie nodded, and practically jumped on the bed, splaying his whole body out an placing his tail flat against his back, exposing his rear for Micah.
Without a word, Micah slowly crawled over the coon, letting his throbbing shaft rub against Reggie's legs, ending at his tight rear. The lion lined his cock with Reggie's tailhole, slowly pushing into it and letting out slow pants. "Oh, Reggie, this will be the most amazing feeling in your life."
Reggie grinned, moaning softly as he felt that wonderful shaft enter his body, loving the sensation of being filled. As Micah hilted his member inside him, the coon felt as though his entire body was surging with pure, unadulterated pleasure, gasping in ecstasy.
Micah smirked, and started to slowly move his shaft in and out of the coon's rear, thrusting forcefully. He started to pant faster with every second, letting out low, lust-filled groans every other moment. After a few minutes, his thrusts began to quicken, as did the speed of his panting. Pre was leaking liberally from his shaft, slicking up the coon's walls and allowing him to pump his member faster than ever before. "R-Reggie...when I fill you...you will cum..." He grunted, moments away from his climax.
The obedient raccoon nodded, having been elevated to a new level of bliss by now as he clenched his muscles on the invading shaft, wanting to feel more of that amazing sensation.
And then it came. Micah suddenly pushed himself hard into the coon, hilting his member in Reggie's tailhole, a torrent of lionseed quickly filling the raccoon's rear. Instantly, as he was told, Reggie let out a loud groan, and felt his own warm cum spread around his stomach as Micah's panting slowed. Just as he finished producing his seed, Reggie felt the lion collapse slowly on top of him, murring.
"You did well, Reggie. Good job."
"Thank you, sir."
Micah let out a short gasp. He had heard those words before. He had said those words before. He knew what this would lead to if he didn't try to fix it now. If he left Reggie like this, then the consequences would be dire.
Those horrible words...
Slowly, he withdrew himself out of the coon, feeling chills extend down his spine as he heard Reggie moan in delight. Micah nimbly crossed to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and cleaned himself up before returning to kneel in front of Reggie's eerily smiling face. "Reggie. In a few minutes, you're going to fall asleep. When you do, you will no longer think I'm hot, nor obey me. You won't want to have sex with me. You will forget what was on that tape, and you will think that I came over to help you study for a test."
His face still plastered with that dumb smile, Reggie nodded.
As Micah stepped into his car, fully dressed with the tape recorder in his paw, two questions were speeding through his mind. What did I just do? ...And was it really me who did it?
Back in the house, Reggie was only a few moments away from falling completely to sleep when his cell phone suddenly echoed through the room. The raccoon groped around his nightstand until he flipped it open, greeting the caller with a content "Yeah?"
"Can I talk to Reggie?"
"Speaking."
"A lion came to you, didn't he? Is he your friend?"
"Yes sir."
"You will ignore anything he told you after you had sex."
"Yes sir."
"That's my good slave. Now you may sleep and dream of your master."
"Thank you, sir."
Well, I hope you've enjoyed this. And yes, I'm planing to round this off eventually, but I'm not sure how many I plan to write, it could be as little as 3 total, but could go upwards of 6 or more. There were comments on the previous story about Micah not being in true danger because of his control, and hopefully that's been answered here. Also, please leave a comment, as it truly helps me improve later stories.