"The Real Deal" - Chapter 7
"The Real Deal"
(C) 2017 Sinclair Diavante
Chapter 7.
He swam like an otter.
Tony was watching Mist swim, stretched out on his side, lying next to the pool on the ship. The warm humid scent of chlorine was heavy in his nose, it brought forth pleasant memories, there was nothing quite like it.
He was exhausted.
Mist slid gracefully through the water, and Tony felt rather impressed by what he saw. He didn't know a Rhenthar could swim like that, using a strange combination of arm-stroke and dolphin kick with his legs.
He abruptly held his eyes shut while another wave of euphoria drew its dreamy fingers over his brain.
Hurf, fuck.
Just the tail end of a wild time, the last of the drugs in his system making sure their presence was remembered.
Oh, the fucking memories.
He certainly couldn't forget.
He kept his eyes shut, now with a different cause: embarrassment.
That club he was at last night, it... was... very open minded.
The harness Mist had put on him, it had a sign printed on its back, with an arrow pointing at his tail. He saw it this morning, when Mist had taken it off.
"I've been a very good boy and will happily accept all donations of any kind!"
Tony had stared at it, then Mist, he had shut his eyes and shook his head in disbelief. Mist only laughed, but then he ran his paws through his fur, over his ears.
Tony was starting to like his touch...
The shear quantity of random drugs people had "deposited" into his ass would definitely have killed him, to say nothing of the lethal combinations as the various uppers tried in vain to counteract all the downers.
There was a special toy inside of him, however, one that he hadn't known about until Mist pulled it out of him at the end of the night, using a slender T-shaped handle. He had said he was impressed with its internal log, showing all the things it received. Enough for a death ten times over.
The small black egg-shaped device had been nearly full to capacity, its sole purpose to absorb any drug it encountered. After identifying it, the device stored it, removed any impurities, then prepared it for release. It did so in a logical manner with controlled doses, triggered by specific events. What it released was absorbed rapidly by his colon.
For instance, if someone placed a drug into him that couldn't safely be introduced into his bloodstream at that moment, it would only store it, and instead release something else. A different drug that had been "deposited" earlier in the evening.
Doses were designed to last five to ten minutes at a time, and Tony felt various ups, downs, hallucinogens, empathogens, all with impressive amounts of pleasure, every time someone inserted something under his tail.
In his fucking ass!
He kept his eyes shut.
People had put their fingers, their tongues, paws, their...
He had always been sensitive about his butt. He'd mounted a number of males in prison, because that's all that there was available, and in prison it wasn't gay so long as your balls didn't touch. He never let anyone mount him , though!
No fucking way.
That didn't happen, couldn't have happened... no, no, no...
The memories remained.
He had acted like a bitch in heat, all inhibitions removed, something the collar must have done to him, or maybe it was the drugs. It had to of been the drugs, he refused to accept responsibility.
In the beginning, he had started begging for fingers and tongues to help push things deeper, that was the association he quickly formed, unknowing of what was inside of him, the egg was paying close attention to things other than the drugs. The deeper something went, the stronger the high.
By the end of the night, people were fucking him, the initial pain of the act long since numbed away by the narcotics coursing through his system.
That pain was definitely present now, though, it hurt like hell just to move his tail. The canines he'd tied with, and the barbs, from felines...
A pleasant soreness, admittedly, along with his swollen prostate, it was as firm as his knot, and he eyed Mist secretly, looking for the right time to finally end his misery and get the release he so very badly needed. He figured the smell of the chlorine might deaden anything he produced.
If he could just cum and jump in the water, Mist wouldn't know a thing until all the evidence was destroyed.
He craved it, had to fucking have it.
His words were back, and he was pretty sure that one quick squeeze behind his knot, that'd be all it took. Especially if Mist gave him more of whatever he'd been dosing him with in the past.
Something was making him continuously horny, but he had no memories of drugs coming from Mist, not specifically.
Maybe during those two months, that area was foggy, gray, spent on the floor, never standing up...
A confusing time, for sure.
Mist surfaced from below and climbed out of the water, massive quantities of water sluicing from his fur, spilling back into the pool and then onto the ground, the decking? Beside it.
Aged sun-bleached wooden boards compressed together made up the surface around the pool, styled like an old weathered dock. So realistic, Tony had to walk with care to avoid getting splinters in his paws.
Mist shook, and many liters of water became airborne around him, he ended with his rump and briefly wagged his long husky tail, a decidedly canine behavior that often Mist seemed to lack. Tony wondered at what his past might contain, what drove him to such seriousness, why anyone would even want to own another Rhenthar, especially one like him.
He focused to what was around his neck briefly, still at odds with the collar, with Mist, with his new life, everything. Resentment was slowly wearing away, though. Like the waves crashing against a cliff, Tony's thoughts were those rocks down at the base, Mist the ocean, the tide, and the wind.
It had only been a few days of consciousness, from his perspective, but the months were real, and him, and full of loyalty he couldn't ignore.
"Someone sure smells horny," Mist said with a wide, toothy grin, toweling off the fur around his ears. "My wolf can speak," he said, sounding confused. "What has he to say?"
"Last night didn't happen, Trainer." Tony quit squeezing, surprised that Mist could smell anything at all. A twinge of pain behind his knot remained, though... that needed pressure to stay gone.
"Oh? You're saying it was all just a dream? Perhaps it was, and if so, we should just repeat it. Today is another day, and it is far from over."
"N-" Tony caught himself. He'd definitely already learned what Mist thought of the "N" word. Usually it provoked him into an angry demonstration of what a forced "Yes" meant, in any given situation. He tip-toed around the word.
"Two months, I was basically your dog. I remember them all, now. It's been a long time since I came, Trainer." He cradled his knot in his paw, holding it like a prized possession, protectively, as if something might easily damage it.
"It certainly has. The suppression drugs have worn off, though, your weaponry is well-armed, now. The threat of firing it remains, the game has turned most serious."
Tony felt confused by what he said, why give him drugs that made him more horny, and then suppress it?
"What... but, Trainer. What keeps making me so horny?"
"Remember the flaws I corrected? Those changes to your physiology were permanent. I don't give drugs to make my pet horny..." Mist laughed deeply. "Just assistance in making sure he doesn't go off unexpectedly. What will happen now, you weren't ready for, before. I believe you are ready, though, at this point in time."
Tony's paw had been squeezing the soreness in his knot away... it was getting harder, though, it suddenly firmed up, expanding. He let go, but no matter, his body shook, and he rolled over onto his stomach, all-too-aware of the splinters his dick was about to get if he humped the decking below him. His ears went flat and horror twisted with embarrassment.
His tail twitched, again, again...
"So, we wait," Mist continued, then he paused. "You... oh." His nostrils flared. "Oh my." He took rapid steps up to him and grabbed his shoulder, turning him over, onto his back. Mist stared.
Tony looked up at him with a strange combination of misery and pleasure, body tense, paws not doing a good job covering up long spurts of cum soaking his fur, one after another. Try to hide it, he did... but to no avail.
"I couldn't- I couldn't, stop..." he mumbled between waves of euphoria, cumming hard.
Mist laughed, it didn't sound pleasant to Tony's ears.
"Couldn't stop... a temporary problem, indeed. I have the solution. Hold on to that thought with all your might."
The pool, decking, and ship around him dwindled to the barest, most insignificant thing.
His owner put a harness on him, and that made him excited. He saw a leash, clipped to his collar, and walking... they walked somewhere, off the ship.
"How long since its last host?" Mist asked, crossing his arms.
Tony stared up at him, watching the exchange, hearing the words, but finding no meaning. He wanted his ball.
"About a year ago," the other male answered. "Still has it, though he's expired. Not done with it yet, figure it'll want another one in a few more weeks."
"Not now?" Mist asked, skeptical. "If it takes him, I'll make sure you're next."
"Can't, the corpse is still in its pod, only one there is. It'll queue him up, that's all it can do. You know the drill, we pull him out before more can happen. Don't worry. You got the funds?"
"You already know the answer to your question, so do not bother asking it."
"That harness on him, the leads to his wrists, they're too long. The Source won't like that, you do know that, right?"
"They are perfectly within spec," his owner answered, anger slowly drifting into his voice.
"I suppose," the other guy said. "Just don't blame me if it hurts him, keeping his hands out of the way."
"Lets just do this, shall we?"
A metal door opened, emitting musty, humid air. It smelled... wrong, to Tony. Corrupt, alien. His owner unclipped his leash and gestured inside to the dark expanse, locking a heavy metal cable to the back of his harness. Thin cables just like it were already on it, they attached to bands around his wrists. They didn't prevent him from walking, and Tony didn't mind at all.
"Go on. Explore."
Tony whimpered up at him, he really didn't want to go in there...
"I said go."
Tony reluctantly trotted inside, trailing the cable behind him. As he dragged it, the cables attached to his wrists lost their slack, shortening as the cable trailing behind him caught and pulled.
Clouds, but on the ground, drifted and swirled along the surface. It was made of dirt, but unlike any he had ever smelled before, it was dark, metallic, full of chemicals.
Moisture condensed on the ceiling, and fell like a light rain, soaking into his fur.
He sniffed around.
A wet twisting, writhing noise emanated from a massive form growing along the opposite wall, shaped like a tree, it was not far away, a few meters. The mist seemed to come from it. Some parts of it were moving, it was pulsing slowly, like it was breathing, and Tony felt as if he were being watched. He turned his head and looked behind him, seeing a window. It framed his owners head, and he wondered for all the world why he was here, what he was supposed to do.
It was very dim in the room, but there was some light from above, it was green and uneven. Were the mists getting thicker?
A spot on the ground held his attention, lots of others had marked it as theirs, the urge to make it his was overpowering. He turned and lifted his leg, letting hot urine stream forth, then his eyes shot open wide.
Something had grabbed his dick.