Chosen
This rather lengthy story was inspired by two images on FA.
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/490338/ http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2734127/
Basic Premise, Human becomes a male anthro lions sex slave and comes to like his new role. Enjoy
Posted to FA on 2/28/10
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Chosen
I approached the mailbox with a sense of dread that had been ever present since my sixteenth birthday. Now that I was twenty-two, I was at the greatest risk of being chosen to satisfy 'them.' Fifty years ago the Felidae had come to Earth, hell bent on conquest. After a brief but bloody war that lasted for eight hours, a young upstart ambassador in the UN some how managed to negotiate an agreement with the invaders. In exchange for giving them a small number of males between the ages of 16 and 30, the Felidae would abandon their efforts for world conquest and share their advanced technology with earth.
Once each year around the summer solstice, several thousand males were chosen in equal percentages from each of the UN member nations. The Felidae would peruse the selected, conducting elaborate medical tests. The ones who passed muster were take to the home world of the Feildae, Lalande 2016. What they did with their selections was left up to speculation. Some theorized that the selected were food for the cat like Felidae, not unlike in the movie Soylent Green. Other more perverted minds theorized that the selected were trained to be willing fuck toys for the hated invaders. Regardless of what happened, no one had any desire to be chosen, since it would mean irreparable separation from friends and family.
As I opened the mailbox, I was at first relieved when I found nothing but the usual stack of bills and junk mail trying to sell ED pills from shady companies that changed their location every six months. This confidence was called into was called into question when I noticed a letter from the Immigration and Naturalization Services at the bottom of the stack. Since all of my extended family were natural born citizens, I knew instantly that the letter could only mean that either my self or my younger brother had been chosen. Given that he had just turned sixteen this spring, I knew that the letter most likely applied to me. I walked back to the house in a manner that one might walk the stairs to the gallows, nervously fumbling with the dreaded letter in my hand.
After walking the seemingly endless distance to my house, I managed to open the letter with out hurting my self. After reading the introductory, sorry for disturbing your day BS, my worst fears were confirmed. I was chosen and had one month to report to a designated location in Norfolk Virginia. Since the rest of my immediate family was out buying groceries, I had some time to myself, both to plan how to break the news to them and to get my own thoughts straight on what to think and do about this sudden change of events. Like the many before me I had three options to consider.
The first was simply committing suicide before I would be taken by force into an unknown and potentially lethal situation. While this would solve all of my problems, it is in many ways a permanent solution to a temporary problem. In addition it would not only bring considerable grief to my immediate family, but would also result some one else being taken in my place. The second solution would be to go under ground and run from this situation. The down side to this plan is that I could not simply immigrate to another country to escape the threat of extradition. I would have to live off the grid, scrounging what little I could to survive like a vulture. No only is this a very unappealing life style, it is also a life at constant risk of being captured and forced at gunpoint to go with the hated Felidae. The final option was to make the most of my last month on earth before venturing off into the howling dark.
Mulling my options over for what seems like several hours, I come to what appears to be the best possible decision given my limited options. Since my departure would protect my younger brother from the constant anxiety which I had known for all too long, I decided that regardless of the thoughts of any one else, I would willingly go with the hated Felidae. Besides which, I have not been doing too much with my life, so perhaps by protecting my brother from becoming a steak or sex toy for the hated invaders, my banal life will amount to something.
While deep in thought, I am startled out of my quite contemplation of the situation but the returns of my parents and younger brother, who as of yet does not know of my plans. Greeting them with letter in hand, they instantly noticed the rueful expression on my face. I explain the situation to them, doing my best to maintain a calm and resolute tone of voice. As I explain my decision, my immediate family experiences the same sense of shock that I had felt earlier. With lamentable hysterics, my parents and brother begged me to reconsider my decisions.
Given that my father had skirted being selected during his eligible years, it is understandable that he, and the rest of my immediate family, would try to dissuade me from sacrificing myself, even for a noble reason like protecting my younger brother. Given how close we are, I am also not surprised than my brother is especially vehement in his efforts to persuade me not to acquiesce for him. Being as respectful as I can, I listen to their objections and then restate my intention with even more fortitude. While my immediate family still has a dislike for the situation and my decision in response to it, they decide to stand by me in my choices.
I spent the next month making the most of my remaining time on earth. I visited the one or two close friends I had, went places I had always wanted to travel to, and was all but inseparable from my brother for whom I cared so dearly. While visiting Hersheypark, I purchase an on-ride photo of my self and my brother on our favorite coaster at the park, the Great Bear. This will be one of the few possessions that I will take with me to Lalande 2016.
With the inescapable reality of my departure approaching, I buy a greyhound bus ticket to Norfolk, having decided that one good bye would be hard enough on all of us. After a ride of a few miles to the bus station, which seems to take forever, we arrive and say our final good byes.
While my parents have adopted the same stoic acceptance of the situation, the finality of my departure has gotten the better of my younger brother. With renewed intensity, he begs me to reconsider my decision. While on the outside I am a stoic portrait of strength, on the inside I am coming to the same realization of the finality of our parting that has over come my brother. Regardless of this, I stay strong and offer encouraging words for my grieving brother.
After giving one last hug, which I put a considerable amount of strength into, I step on to the bus and begin my venture into the unknown that stands before me. As the bus departs, I give my family one last wave taking solace in the strength that I have inspired in them.
With nothing interesting occurring in the first few minutes of the trip, I look around the bus at my fellow travelers. The bus is only a little more than half filed, so I have plenty of room to stretch out. While the rest of the passengers on this bus are from all walks of life, it is doubtful that any of them are traveling for the same reasons that I am. With my observations of my surroundings complete, I once again look over my meager possessions. I had nothing with me but a change of clothes and the photo of my self and my brother at Hersheypark. I had figured that most of my possessions would be of little value to me on Lalande 2016, so I only took the items I would need for the 16 hour trip and a well protected photo of sentimental value which I would protect with my life if need be.
The long drive to Norfolk passes slowly, with little conversation on the part of any one. Though the other passengers most likely did no know of the nature of my destination, I got the sense that my presence was casting a dark shadow over the entire trip. The mood was not helped by the selection of 'in flight entertainment.' Who ever planed this trip should never get a job as an entertainment director.
The first movie was a poorly done chick flick based on an equally shitty novel that had received too much hype for its own good. I would bet good money that this film would do for frustrated single males what commercialized romantic comedies had done for frustrated single females.
The second was an action film that was all special effects and no plot. Despite having been panned by every reputable film critic on earth, it had still managed to break even thanks to many stupid fan boys throwing away all of their disposable income on repeated viewings. The ones that followed were a gradual descent into degeneracy, which were not worth of a split second of my attention.
As I tuned out the shallow pop culture being shamelessly exhibited on the small screens of the bus, I drifted off into a deep slumber. My dreams while in this state center around the various rumors that I had heard about what the Felidae do to their captives. My grandfather had fought in the eight-hour war and had told horrific stories of the lion like Felidae males disemboweling their enemies with wicked smiles on their faces. I also remembered a story my mother told me about how she was trapped in her bombed out hometown and came with in ten feet of a high-ranking officer of the invasion force. The two had starred at each other for a near eternity before going their separate ways.
I was awoken from this slumber, several hours later by the bus driver. I had told him earlier to wake me if I was still asleep at the only transfer point on my trip. Now in Philadelphia, I exited the bus I had ridden from Corning, and waited for the bus that would carry me to my final earthly destination. After a 90 minute layover the bus arrived and I boarded it as soon as possible.
The ride to Norfolk went much the same as the ride to Philadelphia. I ignored the in-flight entertainment and sleep through vivid dreams about what the future might bring for me. Unlike last time, I awoke before the bus reached its destination in the early morning. Since I have plenty of time on my side, I visited a near by waffle house to get some breakfast.
Having finished my last meal as a free man on earth, I took a cab to the location specified in the letter that I had received a little under a month ago. The location in question was from outside appearances a non-descript office complex located in down town Norfolk. Passers by would think that the building was nothing but a cubical farm where fresh college graduates slave away to carve out a meager existence in an unjust society. Simply put, it was the perfect place to hide a shameful reminder of the eight-hour war.
After walking through the entrance, I arrived at what looked like any reception desk at an ordinary office complex. After showing the receptionist the dreaded letter, she told me to wait in a partially walled off waiting area. After sitting for several minutes, a door behind the receptionist's desk opened. From this door entered what looked like a security guard of some sort who was in his early thirties. After motioning me to follow him, the two of us left the reception area for areas of this complex hidden from the public.
Walking down several bare hallways, there is an awkward silence between the two of us. The guard has a solemn and rueful disposition. He acted as if he was leading a good friend to the gallows. Given where I will eventually wind up, I can't say I blame him.
After walking for several minutes, the two of us arrive at a steel core door with a keypad and finger print scanner off to the left side. After enter a code I make no attempt to discern and placing his right hand on the scanner, the guard turned to walk away. When I ask him why he is leaving me to open the door, he responds in a solemn tone "may fortune favor you."
While pondering his words, I look at the doorknob in front of me. In that brief instant, I saw my last chance to back out of this situation. Since I had given my choices plenty of thought, I firmly grasped the knob and opened the door.
On the other side was a small room barely larger than a walk in closet. As I reached the middle of this strange room, which looked like a decontamination chamber, the door I had passed through automatically closed behind me. For a few seconds, I heard a hissing sound coming from the floor and ceiling vents of the room. My fears of the vents flooding the room with sedative gas prove unfounded, as the door on the opposite side of the room unlocks. I nervously grasp the door handle and turn it with all the strength I can muster.
The new room is roughly the size of two high school classrooms, and is occupied by just over two-dozen. The room's occupants briefly glace in my direction before returning to whatever thoughts had held their attention. In any one of them, I could see my brother or myself. At the far end of the room was a desk not unlike the desk I had seen in the first room I had entered. With out any prompting, I walked towards the desk. With out looking up from his work, the receptionist asked for the letter I had received. After handing it to him, he enters several things into the computer at the desk, reading of the results in a monotone voice. "Vincent Guerir, date of birth: 7/17/2044, birthplace: Elmira, NY, hometown: Corning, NY, age 22. Please have a seat, you will be given further instruction in a few minutes."
With nothing else to do, I join my fellow lost souls in waiting whatever our decisions have resulted in. Four more enter through the door that I had passed through, each one prompting brief attention from all of us. They visit the desk as I had and after having their names ages and places of residence read in a robotic tone, join us in our anxious wait.
After spending twenty minutes in anxious anticipation, a voice plays from a speaker in the ceiling. "To all gathered here, we will be conducting medical tests to determine your condition. If you are in excellent condition, you will come with us to the planet you call Lalande 2016. If not, you will be freed and allowed to return to where you came from. In either case, cooperate with us and you will not be harmed."
Having heard them speaking on the TV, I could tell from her accent that the speaker was Felidae. Shortly after this, a door on the right side of the reception desk opened and a dozen Felidae entered the room. They were lightly armored and only had directed energy pistols on their holsters. Like most females of the Felidae race, at seven feet tall they are only slightly taller than an average human male. The leader of the group ordered all of us to follow them in a heavy accent. Not wanting to get shot, we all complied.
Over the next few minutes, our captors funneled us through several hallways until we arrived at a room that contained several machines that looked like CT scanners. In small groups, we were brought to one of the machines and put through a through scan. While waiting for my turn, I remembered the stories of my grand parents about the Eight Hour War. I recalled that the female Felidae were generally employed in tasks that required stealth and guile, while the larger, muscle bound males acted as shock troops.
While deep in thought, I was shaken from my ponderings by one of the guards. After being led up to one of the scanners, I laid down on the bed and did my best to follow the instructions to stay still. One of the guards placed a small screen over both of my eyes and the scan began in proper. During the few minutes that the scan was happening, the screens in front of my eyes displayed various images that had no connection to each other. While I was not sure about this, I could swear that several of the images were of human males in suggestive poses. Of course since they were displayed for tiny fractions of a second, I could not be sure.
With about half of us scanned, I joined the others in waiting for the process to be completed. While waiting, I asked several others about the images they had seen. Every one I asked had a similar experience to myself. They thought that they had scene brief snippets of gay erotica, but could not confirm their sightings. Once the last of us had gone through the scanning process, the guards announced their findings. Of the 31 of us that had been scanned, 25 had met their standards and would be leaving earth. To my dismay, I was one of the 25.
The seven who did not pass muster were lead out of the building by two of the guards, while the rest of us were lined up along a hallway and addressed as to what would happen next. The lot of us was each a given small hard-sided bag roughly the size of an attaché case with our names on each one. We were each instructed to put all that we could into the bags, and leave behind all that could not fit. While the few possession that I had easily fit into the small bag, several others had to make hard choices about what to take and what to leave.
After the others had completed their difficult decision, the lot of us was led to a room of similar size to the waiting room where we had first met our guards. I quickly noticed that the only entrance and exit to the room was the door through which we had entered. After making sure all of us were present, the Felidae guards left, closing the door behind them.
In the minute or so of calm that followed, there was discussion between various members of our group as to what was going on. While looking around the nondescript room, I realize that an increasing sense of drowsiness was settling over every one in the room. We all quickly realized that the room is being flooded with sedative gas, however the effects settled so quickly that there is no time to react. Before giving in to my enforced slumber, I watch the others in the room surrendering to the sedative.
After sleeping for an indeterminate length of time, I slowly emerge from a slumber filled with dreams of what I had left behind; Dreams of my hometown, dreams of my parents, and most importantly of all, dreams of my younger brother. As my eyes opened, I saw that while I was out, my surroundings had changed. In place of the large room with two-dozen fellow humans, I was now in a room the size of an eight by ten jail cell with three cellmates.
The cell that contained the four of us had a transparent lexan wall in place of bars. In the center of the wall, I could see what looked like the seam for a door, but it may well have been an optical illusion. The forward half of the cell had four beds in a bunk bed configuration with two on each side. Looking out on to the hallway outside, I had awoken on the left side of the cell on the bottom bunk.
In the back right corner of the cell, there was what looked like a standup shower and restroom. Of course given the size of the cell, the bathroom was quite small. Having to share that with three others would be like my freshman year in on-campus housing. As I was thinking over the implications of our shared situation, the fellow on the bunk across from mine stared to stir from the slumber that had held him.
Almost on queue as I got up to examine the bathroom, the two above us also started to wake up. They looked around with dazed and confused expressions, which I no doubt had when I first woke up. As we collectively shrugged off the last vestiges of sleep, we all ask a single question for which no one present had a satisfactory answer. "Where are we?"
Seemingly as an answer to our confusion, we heard a door open at the far end of the hallway outside our cell. An awkward silence settles over the confines of our cell as the four of us wait for our visitor to be revealed. After a few seconds of listening to the soft foot falls of our visitor, a Felidae female, no doubt a guard at this facility, appeared In front of our Hannibal Lecter like cell.
In a tone of voice that showed disinterest in us, the guard stated, "I see that the four of you are awake. I guess this means that I have to explain your situation. Right now you are on one of our ships, bound for the star system you refer to as Lalande 2016. It will take three day to reach our destination. I have not been cleared to tell you what will happen once you get there, but it should be revealed to you at the proper time. An associate of mine will be by shortly with food. Now, I must 'welcome' the others who are awake."
After this shocking proclamation, the guard returned to her boring duties, leaving us in stunned silence. Over the next few minutes, the four of us exchanged looks of shock, wondering what would happen next. After a few minutes, two female guards who had similar appearances to the one who had given us our startling welcome arrived. The first one carried four trays, each loaded with food. The other had a directed energy pistol in each hand, ready if any of us tried to escape. Of course, as we accepted our food, none of us tried to escape.
While it had a strange taste to it, the food we were served was nonetheless edible. It was certainly more enjoyable then the slop I had ordered at waffle house. As we ate, the four of us went through introductions. Since we had nothing to do for the next 72 hours, we decided to share our life stories.
The cellmate across from me on the bottom bunk was a fellow by the name of Jacob Dawson. At 17 years old, he was the youngest of us, just one year above the minimum age. He had come from a large family in Provo Utah, with three brothers and four sisters. To no ones surprise, he and his entire family were Mormon. He however, both before and after being chosen had doubted the metaphysical ideals of his family.
Of course he was not the original choice in his family. The recipient of the dreaded letter was the oldest of his brothers. Since the sibling in question was the favorite of his parents, Jacob had been forced, almost at gunpoint, to be a substitute. Not only did the Banjul treaty that had ended the war allow this, that fact that Jacob had been forced into this position came as no surprise to me.
As far back as the mid to late 20th century, fundamentalist sects of the Mormonism had been known to abandon young males who the community elders viewed as competition for wives. Like most world religions, the LDS had become much more orthodox and conservative in the chaos following the Eight Hour War. Of course in doing so, they had lost most if not all of their moderate adherents. While polygamy had regained the legitimacy that it had lost in the 1890's, the practice had taken time to be reestablished. In any case Jacob was also viewed as a 'runt' among his siblings, which sealed his fate. He broke down while telling his life story and the three of us did our best to comfort him.
The cellmate above Jacob was a tall and well-built black fellow from Savannah Georgia named George Burroughs. At 29 years, he was the oldest of us, just one year below the maximum age. Normally some one of his age stood little chance of even getting the letter, let alone being selected by the Felidae. His situation, while somewhat similar to Jacob's, was different in one respect. His 23-year-old younger brother had been selected, and George had given himself as a substitute.
As I got to know him over the next three days, I came to understand why George had done his selfless act. He was the definition of a gentle giant, always offering a shoulder to cry on for anyone who needed it. While he was Pentecostal like the rest of his family, he chose to focus on the practical rather than emotional matters of theology. Though not a religious man myself, I had to admire his status as an avatar of the very rarely presented noble qualities of religion; qualities that had all but died out in the aftermath of the Eight Hour War.
The final cellmate who bunked above me was a fellow from Seattle Washington named Edward Slayton. He was the same age as I was and had come from nearly identical circumstances. Like me, he had one younger brother who was the motivation for his acquiescence. He also had a similar view of sectarian matters. His family had been Catholic prior to the Eight Hour War. As the papacy shifted rightward, however, his parents had left shortly before Edwards's birth. Over our three days together, Slayton would become my closest friend.
The next three days of traveling at superluminal speeds dragged on and on. With our life stories told, the four of us had little to do but swap rumors of what our captors would do to us once we reached our destination. With the sexual repression he had endured from his parents, it was no surprise that Jacob subscribed to the sex toy theory of what the Felidae did to their captives. George modified that theory to include menial labor that our captors felt was beneath them. Cynical as we were, Edward and I subscribed to the steak theory.
Based on the number of meals we had received and the fact that our captors fed us three times within a 24-hour period, the four of us knew that our 120 light year journey to Lalande 2016 would soon be completed. Sensing that we would soon be parted, the four of us said our good byes and made promises that we would do our best to find each other once the chaos of our first few hours planetside had settled down. As soon as we completed this, I felt the familiar sensation of sedative entering my lungs. With our last business together complete, we all surrender to the gas that floods our cell.
From the calm dark of sleep, I awoke to the distant roar of a crowd. My new surrounding was an iron-bared cage roughly four feet wide by seven feet long by five feet tall. Beneath me was a thin mattress, which was little better than a camping air mattress. As if that was not bad enough, I woke up completely in the nude and without the bag I had left earth. To my left and right were cages similar to mine, with human males in various states of consciousness ranging from out cold to down right frantic. The room around us is about the size of a large classroom with a ten-foot wide open doorway about 20 feet to the right of my cage. After spending several minutes searching all of the cages around me, I failed to find any of my cellmates from the three-day trip.
As I was analyzing my surroundings, two guards entered through the large doorway. Almost immediately, I could tell that they were not the lithe and graceful females of the Felidae race. At eight feet tall, the male Felidae made the opposite gender look like the tallest of the human race by comparison. Even beneath their elaborate armor, they had muscles that would make Mr. Universe jealous.
After walking a short distance to the cage nearest to the door, the two guards engaged in a brief conversation in the local language. Having finished their little chat, the two opened the cage door and removed the occupant is a somewhat forceful manner. Through all of this, I simply sat there in a combined state of disbelief and fear. Over the next several minutes, the guards returned at regular intervals and each time removed one of males from a cage. As time passed, the room was slowly emptied until all the cages on one side of mine were empty.
Having waited for several minutes, I now had the sense that it was my time to be taken from the room. The guards once again entered and this time, stopped in front of my cage. After another chat that was beyond understanding, the two of them opened the door to my cage. As the one on the right forcibly removed me from the cell, the left one secured my wrists in two cuffs that were separated by a one-foot spreader bar. Immediately after that, he bound my legs in similar cuffs with a two-foot long chain between them that effectively hobbled me.
After attaching a lead to the spreader bar connecting my wrists, the guard who removed me from the cell gave what sounded like a command and pulled me along by the lead. Since I did not want to be dragged along, I did my best to keep up despite the chain hobbling my legs. After leaving the room filled with cages, I was led along a non-descript hallway with rooms on the left and right that were equipped similarly to the room I had awoken in. At the end of the hall way was a set of double doors, with two male guards to prevent escapes.
As the three of us reached the doorway, the guard leading me engaged in a brief conversation with one of his comrades at the door. While I could not tell what was said, I could tell by the tone and the lusty glances of the guards that their discussions were of a sexual nature. With their conversation completed, the guards opened the door and led me out into the unknown.
Shortly after leaving the hallway, I was led in front of a large crowd that had gathered in an open-air auditorium. While looking up at the sky, I noticed that the sky was red rather than the blue that I was use to on earth. This made sense, since Lalande 2016 was a red dwarf star that put out more light in the infrared end of the spectrum. As soon as I was brought in, the gathered crowd roared in obvious approval. As I briefly scanned the crowd I noticed that all of the Felidae present, whether guard or guest were all male. At the center of the gathering, there was a raised platform that looked similar in appearance to a gallows scaffold.
Waiting at the top of the platform, was a well-dressed Felidae male who would be undressing me with his eyes if I had been wearing with any clothes. As I was positioned in the center of the platform, my leg cuffs were connected to a two-foot wide spreader bar that was attached to the floor. As this was being done, the spreader bar that connected my wrists was attached to a chain that led to a winch over head. The winch lifted the spreader bar between my arms until I could barely keep my heels on the ground. This combined with the bar on my ankles left my genitals exposed for all to see.
As the guards left, the male on the platform approached me and took several seconds to look over my naked form. After giving me a through gaze, he started to address the crowd in a loud and excited tone. While I could not understand what he was saying, I got the impression that he was an auctioneer describing a product that happened to be me. As he was doing this, he gently fondled my genitals in a manner that allowed the bawdy crowd a through view of my privates.
With his description completed the bidding started. At first, males all over the crowd wanted a piece of me. This quickly escalated into a full scale bidding war that left the small fish in the dust. After nearly a minute of bidding, the war had died down to the point where only three were left. While I could not tell the specifics of the three, I could tell that all of them had lots of green between their fingers; all of them were so well dressed that they made the auctioneer look like a pauper by comparison.
More seconds passed, and the bidding was now down to two. This continued for a little while longer until one made a bid the other could not match. As this happened, an unnatural silence fell over the crowd. The only sound heard was the sound of the winner getting up and leaving the auditorium. As the winner left, the guards who had dragged me before the assembly returned. After removing the restraints that had displayed me, I was led off stage in the opposite direction from which I had entered.
After walking for some time, the three of us arrived at a small room with a single female and a strange machine that extruded a collar like device. I was able to do nothing as one of the guards leading me along affixed the collar around my neck. As the collar secured itself, the background chatter in the native language suddenly changed into perfectly coherent english. As this happened, the guard who collared me stated in a mater of fact tone, "Welcome to Lalande 2016. Come this way, your master is waiting."
Too confused to ask what that statement meant, I simply followed the guards out of the room. After traversing several hallways, the three of us came to a doorway that led out to a parking lot like structure. Waiting there with visible excitement was the male that had purchased me. His face had a lusty grin, which I could only return with a nervous glance. In a bawdy tone, the guard leading me stated to the winning male, "Here is your prize, I think you will gain much enjoyment from him."
The guard behind gave me a slight shove in the direction of the winning male. As I reluctantly walked closer to him, he took my chin in his hand in a gentle manner. At this action, our eyes met; his full of lust and desire, and mine filled with concern and dread. In a gentle tone meant to placate my concerns, he stated, "Don't be frightened little one, I will take good care of you." While his words assuaged some of my fears, I was still unsure of my situation.
After the guards left to shepherd another human through the auction grounds, the winner and I were left waiting for several minutes of awkward silence. This was broken as a limo like vehicle came to a stop in front of us. The strange thing about the limo was that it floated a foot above the ground as opposed to rolling on four wheels. As the winner opened the rear driver side door, he invited me to enter. Reluctantly I entered, caring little for my lack of clothes.
Shortly after I entered, the winner followed me in and closed the door behind him. After telling the driver to take the two of us to his home, he said with a sigh, "Alone at last." As the car sped off into the unknown, I stared off into the unfamiliar city that surrounded me. While I was occupied with the strange sight outside, I felt the hand of the male who cast the winning bid on me pulling me closer to him. My yelp of surprise was quickly calmed as the winner pulled me into a tight embrace.
In a gentle tone, the winning male stated, "Don't be frightened, I won't hurt you." It was at this action that I got a good look at the winners face. He had a beautiful sable brown mane with golden highlights that gave him a noble, even kingly appearance. His eyes were a lovely golden hue and had a kindness behind them that I did not expect from the Felidae males in the stories of my parents and grandparents.
Sensing my confusion, the winning male stated in a calming tone, "I'm sure that you have a lot of questions about your situation. Since the drive to my home will take roughly an hour and a half, I might as well calm your uncertainties. So ask away." I first asked what was the name of the winning male. To this query he responded, "My name is Daru Okunde, though you can just call me Daru or preferably Master." With some apprehension, I asked why the winning male bid on me. In a bemused voice, the male stated, "I had a feeling that would be one of your first questions. It's a good thing that I have plenty of time to tell a bit of a story."
"Unlike your species, the females of mine are only 'in the mood' once or twice a year. This is a problem for males like myself who are horny all the time. Prior to discovering your species, we had two methods of dealing with this problem. The first involved simply masturbating whenever our desires were out of sync with those of our mates. While this prevented some frustration, it is a tad unsatisfying compared to the real thing. The other solution can be stated by the fact that sexual relations between males are common amongst our species. The problem with this is that there are more males interested in sowing their oats then spreading their legs."
With my cuffs and spreader bars removed, I sheepishly asked what this had to do with me. In a bemused tone, the wining male stated, "I was just getting to that. When we first came upon your planet, we thought it would be a quick conquest that would yield valuable natural resources. Of course we had not counted on the tenacity with which your ancestors resisted us, but in the long run, the fact that our invasion did not yield a quick victory allowed for the discovery of something far more valuable."
"Three hours into the invasion, we captured the UN representative from the United States. Like most diplomats, he was a chatty fellow who made considerable efforts to carry on a conversation with us. Through our correspondences, he found out about our little problem. He offered to help us and in exchange we ended our invasion. While the deal was sealed officially in a ceremony in the capital of Gambia, the real agreement was set in stone when the ambassador spread his legs for a one-night stand with the commander of our forces."
"Since we can only take a limited number of human males, we test every one that your governments select to look for 'an appreciation of male flesh.' By scanning for certain thought patterns while displaying images of human males in suggestive poses, we can identify those who will be most adaptable to upholding the terms of the treaty."
In a voice filled with reluctance, I asked, "So I am some sort of sex slave." To this nervous query, the winner replied, "Legally you are my slave, however, I think you will find life for you kind here to be more like that of pets then of slaves. That being said, the thought of being my sex slave seems to excite you." To my abject horror, I looked down to see that my member was growing harder by the second.
I looked back to the winning male, who had a bemused grin on his face. In a similar tone, he commented, "Don't worry, I think that's quite cute. Since we still have some time before we get home, perhaps you would like to see what I look like down below." While saying this, the winning male opened the ornate robe he was wearing and lowered his pants. Containing his growing member was a red velvet thong that he slipped down to his ankles in a seductive fashion.
In a sultry tone, the winning male asked, "Would you like a taste of my member." While I had not given much thought to matters of sexual preference prior to our conversation in the unusual limo, I found the winner's member impossible to ignore. With a salivating mouth, I answer "yes." In a facetious sternness, the winner replies "yes what." Playing along, I add a "yes master."
While making the appropriate addendum, I slowly position myself between the legs of my 'Master'. While doing this, I took a quick whiff of the lion's musk that was emanating from his growing member in ample quantities. My Masters wonderful scent served only to spur me on as I took his barbed member into my mouth. At this action, my Master let out an audible sigh and moved his hands down to the spreader bar that connected my wrist cuffs. To my surprise, he disconnected the cuffs from the bar and than moved my hands behind my back.
As he bound my wrist cuffs to each other, I stopped my ministrations to give my Master a questioning glance. In a sultry tone, he replied, "keep going my good little human." With this, I once again plunged my leonid Masters cock into my mouth. While doing this, he gently stroked the back my neck and ears while offering words of encouragement. Despite my earlier reluctance, I found myself letting out a pleasurable moan that rippled into the cock of my Master. As I did this, he added to my erotic noises with pleasured grunts of his own.
As I continued my ministrations of Daru's engorging member, I used my tongue to ascertain the differences between his cock and my own. While the head was similar to mine, with the exception of its arrow shape, there was a ring of barbs right beneath the head. The barbs were not sharp by any stretch of the imagination. However, I could not help but think of how it would feel to have those barbs running along the inside of my virgin tail hole.
While dwelling on this, I had stopped my ministrations of Daru's now rock hard member. With a look of slight concern, my Master asked, "Is something wrong, my good little human." As he says this, I regained my composure and give my head a slight shake. To this my Master replied, "then continue my obedient slave, I am getting very close." As he said this, I felt a sweet tasting liquid issue forth from his engorged member. This only served to increase my lust as suckled on my Masters cock with an insatiable desire to taste more of his delicious pre cum.
While I was occupied with Daru's tasty member and pre, he reached down with his hands and gently clasped my head with in them. With a manner that was more guiding rather than forceful, my Master set the pace with which I attended to his member. While doing this, he gently stroked the back of my neck to offer encouragement. As the tempo of my sucking increased, I could feel an increasing trembling coming from my Master's member. Eventually the pleasures he felt became too strong to ignore.
With a feral lust in his eyes, my Master forced his cock all the way into my mouth. My gag reflex caused a brief panic before I realized that I could still breathe. With a mighty roar that no doubt escaped the limo we were riding in, My Masters cock fired shot after shot into my waiting throat. After a few shots, Daru let me withdraw a bit so that I could get a taste of his delicious seed. During the minute or so that his climax lasted, I was some what scared to notice that my raging boner had only grown stronger in the time I had spent suckling on my Masters member.
Noticing my situation, Daru reached down and grasped my hard cock in his paw. After a few gentle strokes, I spent myself into the paw of my Master. As the light exhaustion of my own climax settled over me, Daru gently used his other paw to pull me into a passionate kiss. Too tired to resist, I let my Masters thick and lightly barbed tongue explore my cum filled mouth. Reluctantly breaking the kiss between us, my Master licked my seed from the hand he had used to stroke my member. With a bemused chuckle, Daru stated, "Mm your cum is most delicious my pet. I'll have to give your member a taste some time."
As he helped me back to the seat at his side and removed the cuffs on my four limbs, my Master produced the grey hard sided case that I had placed the picture of my brother and myself in. To my questioning gaze, my Master stated, "Now that I have carnal knowledge of your warm and pleasurable mouth, I would like to know more of the non sexual aspects of my pet." The rest of the ride home was spent discussing matter of every day life prior to our meeting. I spoke at length about my family and how my decision to leave was for the sake of my younger brother. I also explained the significance of the single possession that I had opted to take with me.
To my surprise, I learned that Daru also had a younger brother and as a result, my Master had considerable respect for the sacrifice I had made. When I asked as to whether Daru lived with his younger brother, he stated that while his sibling still lived with their parents, he still made every effort to pay regular visits. Much like in my case, Daru was quite close to his brother.
Adding to this, my Master stated in a conciliatory tone, "I am deeply sorry that you will not be able to see your brother again. As such, I will make every effort to help you feel at home. That being said, I think that even in your absence you shall guide and protect your brother by virtue of the time your spent together." As he completed this reassuring speech, my Master pulled me into a gentle and tender embrace. With the concern and compassion that Daru expressed towards me, I could not help but shed a few tears onto the soft, warm, and furry chest of my Master. While I had my face buried in Daru's chest, he gently stroked the back of my head and neck with his soft paws.
Once I had regained my composure, I asked my Master why he acted in a way that was so different from the stories that my parents and grandparents had told me. In a bemused tone, my Master stated, "Over the past 50 years, our society has become much less militaristic than it was when our races first met. This of course is due in no small part to fact we now have a way to deal with our sexual frustrations. This fact is best expressed by modifying a time-honored aphorism of your kind; sex soothes the savage beast. Even so, no one in my family has served in the military of our species. As a result, I highly doubt you will find any ill will from my immediate or extended family"
After several hours of driving, the scenery around us had changed from the city where I had first met Daru to a beautiful forest that was similar to the old growth forest that I loved on earth with the exception of the red leaves on the trees. Given that most of the light from Lalande 2016 was toward the red end of the visible light spectrum, I made sense that the local flora would evolve accordingly. At this thought, I asked what portions of the visible spectrum my Master could see.
To this query, Daru answered, "Most of my species vision is in the infrared spectrum, though we can see the red and orange portions of the visible spectrum. I'm told that this fact presented a problem during the Eight-Hour War. Because the sun your planet orbits and the atmosphere on said planet, it was often hard to see clearly. In any case, now we only visit to keep the terms of the treaty." After several more minutes of travel along what would pass for a dirt road on Earth, I noticed a large house in the distance. The dwelling had elements of both a log cabin home of the northeast, and an adobe home of the southwest.
After parking the limo in a basement level garage, I was led into the living room. From a closet nearby, my Master produced two strips of luxuriously soft silk. One was four feet long and had the rough shape of a belt. The other had a more triangular shape with a long tail like extension. While I watched with some confusion, my Master affixed the belt shaped piece around my waist with a knot on my right hip that looked like the kind used on a pair of shoes.
To my questioning gaze, my Master stated, "In addition to holding up the other piece of cloth, that knot has a symbolic purpose. Whenever we are out in public, or when I have guests over, the knot used determines who can enjoy your tail hole. With the current knot, any one can spend time with you if I approve of it."
After completing this explanation, my Master double knotted the loops that secured the belt around my waist. Continuing his description, Daru stated, "With this knot, only I can enjoy your neither regions. That being said, if you are not up to rutting you will find that I am willing to listen to your requests." After completing this description, my Master secured the wider portion of the other piece of cloth to the front of the belt around my waist, leaving a two-foot long flap hanging down.
As Daru pulled the thinner portion between my legs, my Master gently fondled my member. This action elicited a surprised gasp from me, which was returned with a smile from my Master. The thin tail like portion was threaded between my ass cheeks, with a thong like effect, and secured in the back with a clove hitch like knot. The excess hung down about three feet and looked not unlike the tail of my Master.
In a conversational manner, Daru stated, "that loincloth you are wearing is based on a design that our hunter-gatherer ancestors wore. Of course, the rear knot was secured around the base of our tails rather than around the belt." The only other addition to my revealing outfit was a pair of soft fur lined slippers that according to my Master served the purpose of keeping the soles of my feet soft and clean.
The rest of the afternoon was spent being given a tour of our shared abode. Besides the living room, the house had a master bedroom with a large adjoining bath, three guests' rooms with similar amenities, a kitchen, and a spacious dining room. Outside, there was a sizable patio that was a perfect local for hosting company. Behind the patio was a swimming pool about 20 feet wide by 60 feet long and 15 feet at its deepest. The pool had retractable roof that could vary between fully open and fully covering the pool.
The early evening started with the two of us in the living room watching the news. To the surprise of neither of us, the top story for the evening was the results of the day's auctions. The reports varied from E Channel like listings of the best looking humans sold and influential bidders, to serious statistical analysis of the proceedings that one would expect from reputable journalists. While engrossed in this, I felt my Master gently groping my growing member.
In a sultry tone, he stated, "I'm starting to get quite horny my cute little pet. Perhaps you would like to learn what it feels like to have a well endowed member buried deep in your neither regions." When I asked how my Master would go about this endeavor, he stated to me in a lusty tone, "All you have to do is bend over the ottoman and I will show you the way." Reluctantly I complied with my Masters wishes, positioning myself face down on the ottoman with my knees over the edge.
Once I had settled down, I felt the soft hands of my Master gently stroking my back. While he was doing this, Daru carefully undid the double knot that held my silk loincloth in place. With a quick pull, the knot securing the sole article of clothing covering my member was undone and the soft garment gently fell to the floor. As he gathered up the belt of my loincloth, my Master used it to bind my hands behind my back. To my surprised glance, Daru answered, "A little something to make this more fun."
At that point, I expected my Master to simply mount me and take all the pleasure he could. As such, I was considerably surprised when I felt his tongue lapping at my exposed tail hole. The pleasure I felt was so intense, that I could not help but let out an obscenely loud moan. To this my Master stated in a bemused tone, "I would say it is a good bet that you enjoy this." To this observation it was a herculean struggled to answer in the affirmative.
As time went on, my Masters barbed tongue penetrated further and further into my virgin anus. With considerable skill, he relaxed my tail hole and prepared it for the sublime moment when he would properly mount me. When he finished opening my tail hole, he slathered his member in a cherry smelling lubricant. With preparations complete, he positioned his pointed member so that its tip was just resting against my anal ring.
With a tone of voice that barely contained the lust with in him, my Master stated, "And now the sweet moment of your deflowering has arrived. I will do every thing in my power to make this as pleasant an experience as possible." With this erotic promise, my Master pressed forward and instantly subdued what little resistance I offered. In a single thrust, my Master hilted his well-endowed member balls deep within my tail hole.
The sounds that I subconsciously let forth made my earlier moans sound like mere whimpers. After letting my virgin tail hole stretch to accommodate his barbed cock, my Master begins to thrust in and out in a slow and rhythmic fashion. While this was happening, my own member was slowly hardening as a result the indescribable pleasure flowing between the two of us. On top of this, my Master used the fluffy tip of his tail to tickle my nipples.
With his paws firmly grasped onto my hips, my Master increased the pace with which he was deflowering my ass. In a sultry tone, Daru whispered into my ears, "Mm, you're a tight one my good pet, that's something we'll have to work on." When I gave him a nervous glance, my Master continued, "Don't worry, since you've been such a good boy I will make the process as fun for you as possible." To add to his erotic promise, my Master licked the back of my neck, sending pleasant shivers down my spine.
As the pace of our copulating increased, my Masters excited grunts joined my pleasured moans. The volume of our combined sounds was so high that were it not for the vacuum between, our efforts could be heard back on earth. With his thrust now happening at animalistic speeds, I know that my Master was close to climax. Making one final thrust with immeasurable depth and power, Daru let loose a mighty roar in well deserved triumph. With my arms bound behind my back and my ass railed, I could do nothing but enjoy the sensation of my Master filling my bowls with his warm seed.
To the surprise of both of us, the indescribable pleasure of being deflowered had not brought me to climax. Not satisfied with this outcome, my Master gently rolled me onto my back; his still hard cock filling my tail hole like a spit roasted pig. To my questioning gaze, he returned a devious smile before taking the head of my member into his moist, warm maw. The furious suckling of my Masters barbed tongue is too much for me to take. With the closest sound that a human could produce to a Felidae roar, I fed shot after shot of seed into Daru's hungry maw.
As I lay there panting from the shared exhaustion of being milked and fucked, my Master commented idly, "I must say, your seed is even more delicious when taken directly from the source." After making this erotic complement, Daru pulled me into a passionate kiss. While our tongues were curled around each other, I got a taste seed that I had fed to my Master. To my pleasant surprise my seed was indeed quite delicious, especially considering that it came from my Masters mouth.
After enjoying the end result of our mating for quite some time, Daru gently picked me up. While leaving the living room, he held me close to his chest in a calming manner. While doing this, he carefully removed the strip of silk binding my wrists. Since his member is still quite hard and buried within my tail hole, each step sent a pleasant vibration that only added to the wonderful afterglow that enveloped me. Arriving at the master bathroom, Daru gently removed his now softened cock and cleaned the byproducts of our union.
With our bodies now clean and the sun well set, my Master gently carried me into the bedroom and curled up for a well-deserved rest. Before both of us surrendered to our shared exhaustion, I humbly asked a simple favor of Daru. My request was for his help in locating the three fellow captives that I had shared the journey to Lalande with. It is with my Masters agreement that I am able to fall asleep with the knowledge that despite the absence of my brother, I will enjoy my life beneath an alien sky.
The End