Four Words to Choke Upon
#1 of The Poison
Heya folks! I've been inactive for quite a while, mostly because of work (BAH!), but here's my way of celebrating the extra bit of free time I have - a new series! This one was inspired by one of my favourite albums, so credit for the ideas/story titles go to Bullet for my Valentine (I'm sure they won't mind >.<). For those who are wondering, I am planning on continuing Teenagers - some time. Enjoy! ------------------------ I don't belong here... I'm not one of them... Telling himself that over and over seemed to be doing the trick - Hunter hadn't lost his mind yet. But still, as he was lead down endless hallways and corridors, the faces that met him all told the same story; this place was depressing. "Look... Dad..." Hunter tried to pull his father aside again, but his paw was slapped away. "This isn't necessary!" His father kept walking, paying no attention to his son. "I'm not..." He trailed off. Was there much point in starting this conversation again? The two of them walked in dead silence for a while, Hunter trying his best to keep up with his father's furious pace. They shifted quickly past a number of faces - all of them sixteen or seventeen years old, about Hunter's age. All of them met him with the same sympathetic stare - each one become more sombre as they ventured further into the complex. Finally, when his will snapped, Hunter pounced in front of his father and blocked his path. "Don't do this to me!" He growled threateningly. Though his father much stronger than him physically, his fear was getting the better of his common sense. "We're family! I'm your son!" After several seconds of silence, in which an irritated rage seemed to emit from his dad, he finally acknowledged his son. "You betrayed that right, Hunter. I think this place will do you some good. You'll make some new friends... clear your mind of those thoughts..." He sighed. His voice was besieged with conflict. "It was a mistake, ok?" Hunter tried to hold his father's paw, but the gesture went ignored. "It was just a dare! I'm not gay really; I'm as straight as a ruler!" There was a pause. For a second, Hunter thought he'd made some progress. But then, despite the emotional pressure, his father resumed his pace. It seemed hopeless. Helpless dragging himself after his dad, Hunter caught a quick glance of himself in a nearby window reflection. What he saw broke his heart even further - just a helpless panther, with quite a cute face, but clearly on the verge of tears. He puffed his cheeks up, refusing to be seen like this around his dad. He'd have to be strong for him. The establishment could not have been more tedious. Every door leading outside was padlocked, and every window was barred. Even the people seemed two dimensional. Adults wearing uniforms often smiled down at him, no doubt members of staff. Hunter didn't smile back. His father suddenly grabbing him by the collar and thrust him forwards. Yelping, Hunter politely stood in front, allowing the paw on his shoulder to grip him painfully tight. They were facing a plain door, with the name 'Dr. Miles' written across it. "Let's just go home! This is more than-" Hunter began, but then door swung open. Nobody had knocked. "Ah!" The elder human inside smiled at them through thick spectacles. He had wrinkly skin, and slightly discoloured eyes. Though he wasn't bald, he only had small clumps of hair scattered randomly across his scalp. "This is Hunter, I assume? Come in, come in!" He moved aside, and Hunter was shoved through the doorway. "Would you like tea, sir? Coffee maybe?" "No, thank you." Hunter's dad nodded politely. "I did hope not to stay here too long." "Ah, I understand." Dr Miles sat down behind his desk. He hadn't offered Hunter a drink, or even acknowledged his presence yet. "So I understand you have a place booked for your son here?" "Yes," came the swift response. "The name is Brown - Darren Brown. This is my son, Hunter." Hunter made an effort to smile, but nobody met his gaze. Dr Miles slid open a drawer in his desk and started shuffling through it, whispering the name 'Brown' over and over as he searched. While waiting for his fate to be sealed, Hunter glanced around the room. The wall was littered with certificates - all of them medical in some manner. This 'Dr Miles' was a psychologist of some kind. However, what really caught his attention was the poster that was blue tacked to the wall. They were bullet points - the rules of the establishment. - Patients must report to their team leaders every two hours. Failure to do so will result in solitary confinement. - All patients of the same sex must stay at least one meter away from each other at all times. Failure to do so will result in solitary confinement.
Pornographic material is restricted, and must be destroyed immediately. Failure to do so will result in solitary confinement.
Impure thoughts or sexual fantasies must be report to your team leader at once. Failure to do so will result in solitary confinement. It seemed a little... harsh. Hunter had thought of this place as just a horrible nightmare, until now. A hospital that seemed more like a prison. A place where they treated you like an animal, just because you were gay. They were at Grenston hospital - a place specifically built for gay teenagers, to brainwash them into being straight. Only the sons and daughters of rich, homophobic parents would be found here. "Ah, yes!" Dr Miles' voice woke hunter from his thoughts. "Yes, I see you've had Hunter's name on our register for a long time, Mr. Brown - since the boy's birth, in fact!" Hunter's dad nodded. "Just a preparation, in case the worst happened. Looks like I made the right chose." Dr Miles nodded, smiling. "Yes, it did indeed." He read over the papers, and then placed them on his desk. He looked at them very sincerely. "Now, Mr. Brown, before any contracts are signed, you must remember that not all boys can be saved. Some are simply too lost to their sins. It is a trap that is very difficult to escape from." "Yes, I understand that. I'm willing to let him stay as long as necessary." "Excellent! And the payment situation is all accounted for, so there is nothing left but for you to say your goodbyes." Finally, the Doctor spoke to Hunter directly. "I'm afraid it could be a long while before you see your father again, my child." Hunter didn't care how desperate he sounded now. His moral had broken, and his fears had turned to reality. "Please... Dad!" He begged, his eyes boring deep into his father's. "Don't leave me in this place! I don't belong here!" He must have struck a nerve, because his father didn't answer. In fact, he turned around and marched towards the door, giving Hunter no more than a glance. "Goodbye son. Enjoy your stay here. Dr Miles, thank you, I'll be in touch." There was so much tension in his voice. Hunter's only consolation was that, whilst harsh, his words were clouded with doubt. Perhaps he would change his mind some time soon? "Well, dear boy," Dr Miles addressed Hunter from behind him. "It seems like you have landed yourself in a great deal of trouble. Do you know why you're here?" Hunter gazed at the Doctor. He was a good foot shorter than him, but there was still something very hostile about his stare... his eyes, black as a chalkboard, seemed to drill into his own ruthlessly. "I... don't know." Hunter replied, shyly, fighting back his emotions. The doctor narrowed his eyes. "That's 'I don't know, sir." There was a brief pause, before Hunter nodded. "Right, sir." Dr. Miles' eyes seemed to move less than a centre metre, but the message that small movement passed was incredible - the Doctor didn't like Hunter, at all. "You're here because, according to your father, you have been having impure thoughts. Is that true?" Immediately, Hunter felt his emotions boil - not sorrow this time, but anger. How dare this total stranger tell him what was right and wrong! Enraged, he felt wishful dreams of slamming his fist into the old man's face and running, as far as his legs would allow him. But they were just dreams. "No, sir." "Your father seemed to think you have, and I have his report with the full story of your crimes." "They weren't crimes! I didn't even-" "Silence!" Hunter immediately shut himself up. Nobody was going to be merciful here - he was totally alone. Dc. Miles' sighed at him. "What a struggle you are going to be to save. Can't you see we're going to be doing this for your own good?" Hunter shook his head. "No! I'm not straight, and I don't wanna' be! Why can't I just be happy?" The Doctor placed a hand on his shoulder. Hunter wanted so badly to shove it away. "My dear boy, you are not happy. You may not know it yet, but you will - in time." The Doctor sounded sickeningly sympathetic. Hunter couldn't understand how somebody could assume such things about him. "Let me show you around the establishment." <*> Hunter's tour was gloomy. He didn't care much for where the assembly hall, the café or the bathrooms were. All he wanted was an exit. But every door that seemed to lead outside was either chained up, padlocked or boarded up. "Feel free to meet your peers, though you must always avoid physical contact with the same sex." Dr. Miles' explained. Not once had he taken his hand off of Hunter's shoulder since they left the office. Hunter's first opinion of the other 'inmates' were obvious - they looked like he felt. Lonely, compressed and angry. Surely he wouldn't become one of them? "Ah," Dr Miles came to an abrupt halt, using his paw to steer Hunter's view in the direction of a canine boy seated alone at a row of tables. He was drawing something, and seemed very engrossed in his work. "This one will be your roommate so long as you're here." Intrigued, Hunter made to introduce himself. He couldn't see much of the black haired boy's face - his hair was covering it. Was he a panther as well? Before Hunter got closer he found himself pulled back by the Doctor. "Come on, I must show you to your room." He said, and steered Hunter away. He resisted at first, but figured there was little point meeting with anyone new - he didn't think he'd be staying here for long. <*> "Stay here, I'll be back in a few minutes." Dr Miles claimed, after ushering Hunter through the door into his room and shutting the door behind him. The room itself was lit by a single hanging bulb, which swayed mindlessly in opposite directions. There was a single table in the middle of the room, with two chairs beside it, and a window that had been boarded up. The TV, which hung from a corner of the room, was switched off, and didn't look like it had been used for a while. Hunter tried to turn it on, but no life flickered on the dusty screen. There was a single bunk bed, shoved at the side of the room. The top half of the bed had been ironed, cleaned and prepared - no doubt for his arrival. The bottom half was a complete mess. The door swung open. Taken by surprised, Hunter backed off towards the door, expecting Dr Miles to return. But it was his 'roommate' who entered. As Hunter caught sight of his face for the first time, only one thought entered his head. He was fucking adorable! Though he was probably a good year or two older than Hunter, his face looked much younger. He was a panther as well, and his fur was jet black, just like Hunter's. Several bead necklaces hung loosely around his neck. His hair, which was long enough to cover his ears and his eyes, was suspended in what looked like dreadlocks. When he saw Hunter in the room, his fur rose onto its ends. "Who are you?" He growled suspiciously. "My name's Hunter." "...No, really - who are you?" There was a very tense pause. "I'm... I'm new here, I think. I only just got dropped off." There was another pause. The boy's eyes scanned Hunter up and down, as though inspecting him. "What's your name?" Hunter felt like he was being tested. "Hunter. What's yours?" For a second, the boy looked as though he were about to explode into some kind of hysterical fit of rage. Hunter took a step away from him, wondering if all the boys entered into this facility were so emotionally volatile. But the fury never came. Instead, the boy simply said "My name's Fynn," and then flopped down onto the bottom bunk, paws rested behind his head, staring at the bed above him - acting as though Hunter wasn't even there. For a while, neither of them spoke or moved. Did Fynn not even care that Hunter had come? Wasn't he going to offer him any words of emotional support? He'd just been dumped here by his own father! "Are you... ok?" Hunter asked cautiously, unable to bear the silence anymore. "Fine." There was another break. "How long have you been here?" "Long." "Is it really as bad as it looks?" "Alright." "Alright?" "Yup." Hunter got impatient. "Isn't there anything worth saying to me?" Fynn looked around, his eyes fixed onto Hunter's. It didn't matter how cute he was, that empty stare was unnerving. Fynn didn't even look remotely interested by Hunter's presence. "What did you expect? A party?" "No, but a friendly greeting, maybe..." "This isn't a friendly place." "I can fucking see th-" "Don't swear!" Fynn snarled at him, his voice suddenly large and threatening. Silence followed, save for the heavy beating of Hunter's heart. "You'll get in trouble." "They don't have any control over me!" "It's not about control." Fynn went back to staring at the bed above him, but he kept talking. "The less you get in trouble, the quicker you'll be out of here." "You think?" "I know. Look..." his expression changed - real emotions seemed to back his words now, rather than the empty shells that had flown from his mouth before. "This place is wrong. It'll kill you. I can't even remember why I'm here... I don't even care." The cat sighed. "I used to be happy. I played guitar in a band, and we were pretty good too. And I had loads of friends." Hunter tilted his head. "How did you end up here, then?" "Same way as everybody else." Fynn blinked. "My dad found out about me," Hunter assumed he was talking about being gay, "and here I am. I'm not the same though." "You're not?" "No. You're just like the rest." Hunter frowned, slightly confused. "How am I anything like the others?" "Do you love your dad?" There was a long silence. The question, blatantly well chosen, was like a gunshot in the dark. It struck Hunter's deepest nerve, and left him feeling stripped of his skin and sapped of his strength. "Of course I do." "Even after what he did to you?" "When I'm out, he'll understand." Fynn rolled his eyes. "That's why you're the same. You've forgiven him, for ruining your life. So does everybody else. They're all in denial." Hunter felt an edge of aggression in his voice. "I hate my father. I hate him for putting me here, and every breath he draws is an insult. I was a happy kid... but look at me now." He growled. "Look at me now!" His voice shook with a fury that, though it wasn't directed at Hunter, far surpassed anything he was capable of summoning himself. Look at me now... The despair Fynn felt was so well wrapped up with those words. He'd been degraded, broken down, and was left at nothing. They were the words of his life - four words to choke upon. "I was betrayed by own father," Fynn continued. "I watched while he pulled the knife from my back. I can't wait to return the favour..." Hunter shuddered. "You can't go thinking like that." "Why shouldn't I?" Hunter smiled. "Don't you think you could ever forgive him?" "No. This is how it's been - how it always will be." <*> Dr Miles never came back. It was probably just as well, because Hunter didn't feel strong enough to stand the repulsive human any longer. Being trapped in a small room with nobody but Fynn to keep him company was awkward, at best. When Hunter occasionally managed to bring up his courage to say something, the answer was always monosyllabic. It was the room where time stood still. Hunter had been lying on the top bunk, his mind awash with dark and depression thoughts. The ghastly silence was the loudest thing he'd ever heard. He occasionally glanced below him, to see if Fynn was ok, but the boy seemed to have fallen asleep. Gazing down upon him, Hunter felt the strange air about the cat. Even in his sleep, he looked enraged. With each breath it was like he was trying to calm himself down. Hunter felt so... sorry for him. He was cute! Hell, he was adorable! But none of that matter - whatever happened in this place, it had really worn his spirit down. And, tomorrow morning, it would happen for Hunter too. He eventually fell asleep. Memories of his father's betrayal and his current location plagued him, but he was obviously more tired than he was distraught, for now. Hunter wasn't sure what time it was when he felt a presence looming above him. He opened his eyes, though it was too dark to see a thing. Was he dreaming? Maybe... because Fynn was right on top of him, his face barely an inch away from Hunter's. "Fynn?" Hunter's voice was weak from drowsiness. "Don't talk..." Fynn's reply was quick, and Hunter felt his warm breath dance over his cheeks. That wasn't all he felt. He hadn't remembered falling asleep butt naked... and hadn't remembered seeing Fynn undress either, because he was naked too. And how had he managed to slip underneath the sheets without waking him up before now? Hunter was certain this was dream... it just had to be! But then Fynn kissed him, and it was too real to be a dream! There were two sets of panther lips, which barely touched each other at first, before the more dominant of the two made its attack. But Fynn's kiss was hardly aggressive - it was enticing. The pair tilted their heads, so that they could get closer, until finally sharing the warmth as their tongues lapped harmlessly off of each other. It felt so right to Hunter. He shuddered with anticipation, suddenly aware of the generously large member rubbing against his own. It was too dark to tell, but that thing was big! Seven inches at the least! And it was so warm! It was like somebody had placed a hot water bottle between them that somehow brought their most hidden urges and desires to life. Hunter kissed back. He couldn't stop himself. The pair purred passionately as they lapped at each other, fully aware that they were breaking ever rule this place had installed, but not somehow bothered by it. Hunter felt Fynn's paws creep up his sides, and met them with his own. "This is wrong, and you know it..." Hunter murmured in the other panther's ear when he had a breath. Fynn took the brief pause to kiss Hunter's neck, the words only making him tighten his embrace. "You want this really, don't you?" Hunter might've answered, but Fynn's paw pads were tenderly pressing against his fur, and it was more than enough to silence him. That and one of those paws were now wrapped firmly about his swelling panther cock. He moaned something incoherent, which was answer with another deep kiss. Without letting go, Fynn shifted so he was lying beside Hunter, one paw roaming across his chest and the other pumping his hardened member, ever so slowly. It was too dark to see anything in here, so Hunter kept his eyes shut. He relaxed, and let his head fall backwards into the pillow, breaking the kiss. Fynn moved his mouth around his neck instead, and began pumping his paw faster up and down his dick, practically feeling it pulse in his grip. Hunter gripped Fynn's hair, his muscles tensing. "I wish... I... understood you..." He panted, desperately close to blowing panther cum over the two of them. It'd be an awesome mess. But Fynn's answer was strange... his voice sounded distant, and nowhere near as full of passion as it should have been. "Did you say something?" Hunter opened his eyes. He was lying on the top bunk, as he had just been a second ago, but suddenly it was broad daylight. Fynn was standing by the window, frowning at him. It had been a dream. "No..." Hunter wasn't sure how to feel. Of course it had been a dream! If it had been reality, the two would surely have gotten caught somehow! Even if they hadn't, Fynn probably wasn't interested in him... The bed sheets were damp. Hunter swore quietly. He'd blown his load in his sleep! That, perhaps, was why it had felt so realistic! Without alerting Fynn, he tried to wipe his cum up in the sheets, but there was too much of it. His fur was covered. "I'm gonna' take a shower." Fynn said, grabbing a towel from his bed and throwing it over his shoulders. "Make sure you're up in half an hour. I'll show you where we have to go." "Ok..." Hunter said timidly. He watched as the other panther made his exit. He'd been betrayed by his father. He'd been imprisoned in a cell where he was going to be brainwashed out of being gay. And now, after that dream, he had the biggest crush on Fynn ever... Ever ever... ------------------------ I've got more chapters planned, so leave a comment if you enjoyed this and I might just bother writing them! Toodle-pip xxx