Gaining Glow
#3 of Control
Hey kids! This is Wally the Walrus reminding you not to look at this if you're underage in your country, or if you don't like two guys getting it on! Oh and there's lots of furry people too! Not to mention that there's lots of minds being controlled! But if you want to stay, remember to enjoy yourself. Even if it's down there! Gu-hu-hu-huh!
Another weekend gone, and it had all died down.
The rumors stopped circulating, the whispers faded away, the sympathy was gone. People had moved on to bigger and better things. Two girls had shown up to the ball wearing the same dress, and nearly broke into a fight upon discovering it. A freshman had managed to forget to wear underwear while changing for PE, and was acceptably ridiculed. A teacher managed to suddenly disappear, with a note sent out to families informing them of their absence, but not the cause.
It was in the same pile of mail as that note. The letter from the county prison addressed for Micah.
He slit it open with a claw, and read an official-looking document to himself. For a government letter, it was surprisingly concise, and only had one notable conclusion.
Gerald wanted to meet him face-to-face.
Reggie stared. "He wants to meet you? Does he feel any remorse at all?"
Micah shrugged. "That's what it said."
"You're not going, are you?"
Micah sincerely thought about it, pondering the possibility in front of the coon. "It could get me out of Calculus..." Not that my grade needs any more help getting worse, he thought.
Reggie frowned. "You'd rather talk with the guy who raped you than learn 50 minutes of math? You're twisted, you know that?"
The lion shrugged it off. They were sitting on a bench at the nearby McDonald's after school, munching on some fries and soda. Micah checked the time: 3:30. The letter said visiting hours would end at 5:30. 2 hours would be enough time.
"Fine then, I'll go now instead." He replied.
The coon buried his face in his paws, "You're a loony."
Micah took a bite out of a massive helping of fries. "Quite so."
Micah knew that the one time he came over to Reggie's place, he ended up sleeping with him. How exactly it came to be managed to escape him. It all had to do with that tape recorder. The one that still resided in his pocket, with those extremely influential words. The one that was playing as that fox slowly told him what to do, what to feel. The one that he played without Reggie knowing, that let him convince the raccoon to sleep with him.
The lion stood up, and gathered all of his trash. "Well, I'm going to go head there then, if you don't mind." He started to walk away.
Reggie smirked. "Even if I did, it wouldn't stop you."
Micah pulled into the county correctional facility's parking lot, skillfully placing his blue Pontiac into one of the larger spots, wanting to avoid having a dinged door. He stepped out, and headed inside.
Upon entering the prison, he was shocked to find how clean and organized it was. He had only ever seen prison on TV, and it was always dank and dirty and such. This was much different. He approached the lone vixen receptionist, who looked up and gave a cheerful smile. "Hello, may I help you?"
The lion returned a nervous smile to try and match hers. "Yes, I'd like to speak with someone. I received a letter in the mail that someone wished to talk with me."
She smiled once more, artificially this time, "Down to your left, first door on the right is the visitor's room. May I have the name of the person you wish to speak to?"
Micah gave her Gerald's full name, and awkwardly made his way to the visitor's room.
This looked familiar.
It seemed that the prison only wanted to give a good first impression, as this new room was exactly as he thought it would look. Walls made of concrete, with seven small booths, phones on each side, presumably connected to another opposite the glass that separated the two sides of the room. A uniformed guard, a tall grey wolf, led him over to one of the booths, and Micah took a seat and waited.
A few minutes passed, and then he came in.
Gerald, the fox that had once dominated the lion with confidence and vigor, now had circles around his eyes and looked utterly depressed. His fur was matted and his entire face seemed to droop, and if it weren't for the bright orange jumpsuit that was typical jailbird garb, Micah would have mistaken him for some homeless bum on the street. It was as though he were a completely different person. As he stood in the doorway, the lion noticed that he was holding a moderately-sized notebook.
Micah actually felt sorry for the fox.
He sauntered slowly to the chair across from the still-shocked lion, and sat himself down. He kept his head down, staring at the "table" between them instead of looking him in the eye. He let out a loud sigh. "I...I wanted to apologize to you." He took out the notebook, and placed it sideways in front of him, his face still staring downward. "I now know that what I did to you was a terrible, terrible thing." He flipped open the first page toward Micah, almost nonchalantly, which was marked in thick black letters and read, "Ignore what I am saying."
Gerald continued on with his prepared monologue of apologies as Micah simply watched in astonishment at the slowly flipping pages of the notebook. "I don't remember ever meeting you, but I know what's going on. I must have been under control when I did that to you. I truly am sorry for it, but you must understand it wasn't me who did it. In fact, I can't tell you who it was, as I don't know myself. I have one piece of advice though: watch your back."
The same memorized speech ended at about the same time, with the fox concluding with his forlorn expression, "I just hope that you can find it somewhere in your heart to forgive me for my terrible mistake."
Micah paused, looking at the pathetic person before him. He truly looked apologetic, and somehow, he knew exactly what was going on in Micah's life. His pity of the lion was true, not something fabricated because of obligation or peer pressure.
The lion placed a splayed paw on the glass between them, "I do forgive you, and maybe we can get through this together."
Gerald gave a quizzical look, not at Micah, but at something behind him. Perhaps it was the clock. The meeting may have taken longer than they thought.
But then Micah felt a prick in the back of his neck, and within seconds, everything was black.
Micah startled awake in his bed, panting quickly, as if from a nightmare. He looked around himself, seeing the same clothes on as before. The clock read 6:00 PM. That meant he had suddenly lost two hours of his life, with the details are already fleeting from his mind. He tried his best to calm down, and decided to ensure that everything he had was in its proper place.
All of his clothes, from his socks to his jacket were in place, and the same. Every little electronic device he carried in his pockets was present. It seemed to him that no modifications to his body had been made. Even his backpack from school that he left in the car while visiting the prison was at the foot of his bed. Everything was fine.
At least it was until he patted the inner left jacket pocket, where he would keep the tape recorder for safekeeping. Or, kept, perhaps, as it was no longer there.
There was no nightmare.
As much as he tried, Micah couldn't remember one single piece of information in the past two hours. He knew that there were memories somewhere in his mind, but it was as if he wasn't being given access to them.
The lion sat on the bed, feeling a sense of despair. Just who is doing this to me? Is it one person? Or is there something bigger? He looked over to the mirror in his bedroom, across from his bed. He began to feel just like how Gerald looked. A resigned expression appeared on his face, and he faced himself eye-to-eye.
Those eyes...Those helpless blue eyes...What had they seen? How did he lose it all? Why could he not see it again? The more he looked at them, the more adulterated they became. They were not the eyes of innocence anymore, thanks to Gerald, or whoever was controlling him. They had changed.
It was like they were changing before him, right there.
Micah blinked, examining his pupils. He stood up and walked over to the mirror for a better look. It was as though they were becoming brighter, almost glowing blue. He stepped back, and the glow was easily visible from ten feet away. He began to panic, wondering if he'll ever see his own, normal eyes again.
And they changed once more, back to the familiar blue. Just like it never happened.
Micah tried again, thinking about them once more. He continued for several minutes, learning what would trigger the glow in his gaze. After a short while, he knew how to completely control when he could light up his stare.
The lion laid back on the bed, smiling slightly. So, this is neat, but what does it do? He thought, Is it just some parlor trick, or does it have a purpose? Well, whatever it does, at least I can control it.
There was that word again. Control.
A thought struck Micah, who began to become excited by the possibilities. But it would have to wait until he had the opportunity to test his hunch. And that opportunity came the very next day.
"Everybody rack the weights and go change!"
The coach was announcing to all of the students that the period was nearly over, and that they should all head into the locker room to change out of their P.E. uniforms and back into their regular clothes.
Micah and twenty others piled out of the weight room and walked down the hallway to the locker room, while the coach went into his office to finish up for the day.
In a matter of minutes, most of the class had changed and was lingering by the door, awkwardly waiting for the bell to set them free for the day.
However, two were still lingering along the benches. One was Micah, who had decided to keep his uniform on. The other was Mark, the captain of the varsity soccer team, a cheetah, somewhat thin, but definitely in shape. Micah knew that Mark always showered after class, when everyone else had left. He even approached the coach shortly into the year, convincing him to lock the door so he could have privacy on non-game days. Quite the modest cheetah.
This time, Micah had approached Mark, and asked him if he didn't mind company after class in the shower, feeling a particular need to bathe that day. Mark found the lion likable enough in previous classes, and agreed to it.
Suddenly, the bell rang and the doors flung open, the other students pouring out into the halls. Both Mark and Micah chuckled a bit.
"Honestly, this class isn't that bad," said the cheetah.
Micah nodded. "It's not like we have any homework or tests."
Mark, to Micah's shock, was actually the first to take off his shirt, and the lion followed suit. Micah had to admit, Mark was definitely one of the more attractive guys in the class, a little more lithe and skinny than he would have wanted, but good enough. The cheetah stretched, unintentionally giving Micah a fantastic view.
The lion, however, was the first to take off his shorts, revealing his taut boxerbriefs, which he would claim were for support, should need be. He gave a slight sigh of relief after taking off the briefs while facing away from the cheetah, not hearing any protests from Mark. In fact, as he turned around to grab a towel, he saw that the cheetah was also nude.
It was strange to see how forward Mark was when only one other person was around. Maybe he only gets nervous in big groups. Or maybe it's because I'm naked too...
Mark glanced over and smiled. "Wow, you are ripped. What do you bench?"
Micah returned a smile, "I can do 5 reps of 225."
The cheetah chuckled, "Geez, I can barely manage 150 myself."
There was a click by the door. Coach had come and locked it, ensuring their privacy.
Maybe I should give it a try now... Micah thought, and let out a chuckle, silently thinking of that then-familiar glow, which slowly appeared in his gaze.
Mark looked quizzically at the lion, "Hey, you okay man? You look kinda...odd."
Micah normally would have tried something lighter, more conversational, something that would only be suggestive, like he did with Reggie. Instead, this time, he decided to be blunt. "If you were gay, you would be all over me." He smiled again, resuming his innocent inquisitive expression.
As he heard this, Mark's eyelids fell, half closed for the length of the lion's words. As the glow from Micah's stare faded, the cheetah blinked a bit, then chuckled. "Dude, if I was gay, I'd be all over you."
Success.
Micah smirked, starting to play along for a moment. "What are you trying to say? Are you gay?"
The cheetah blushed. "No, dude. I was just saying you're pretty hot for a guy."
Micah laughed, "Don't worry about it, man." But by then, the glow had reappeared, and the cheetah's eyes were drawn to it. "Mark." The lion stated, now in a more commanding voice. "You want to obey me, every word I say. You don't consider yourself gay, but find me irresistibly attractive. Most of all, you will feel compelled to call me 'Sir.'"
Mark simply returned a vacant stare which slowly changed back to one of comprehension as the lion resumed his normal state. "Well, I guess that we should go shower now, huh?" Micah asked.
The cheetah merely nodded, "Sounds good, Sir." He began walking over, making no note of the strange addition of that final word. Micah followed.
The showers were tiled in the school colors: Blue and white. All four walls were blue, and the ceiling and floor were white. The showerheads were placed a few feet apart, with absolutely no separators between them. Privacy between teammates was nonexistent. Below each of them was a knob for controlling the temperature and pressure of the water. Mark headed over to a showerhead close to him, while Micah chose one two spaces away from the cheetah, leaving one space between them.
They both continued normally, rinsing and bathing much like they would at home. Each would turn around and let the water soak their backs, and managed to rub soap along most of their bodies. It was only after he saw that Mark was ready to turn off the shower that Micah started up again. "Mark. Fondle yourself."
Immediately, almost unconsciously, Mark's paw moved from next to the knob to his groin, gently moving his fingers along his bare sheath, which slowly started to plump. He said nothing, not really prompted to.
Micah gave a quizzical look to Mark. "Dude...are you doing that...thinking of me?" He knew the answer, but felt like playing the moment for the cheetah.
Mark blushed deeply, not stopping his gentle groping. "Well...yeah...actually."
The lion chuckled, turned off his shower, stepped to the one between them and turned it on instead. Lifting his finger and beckoning Mark over, he said, "Come over here, and I'll show you how to do it right."
Mark gulped, but nodded. "Yes, Sir." He awkwardly stepped toward the lion, who, once Mark was close enough, placed his paw on the cheetah's sheath, cupping his entire groin as water slid down their fur. Mark let out a soft groan of lust, his member slipping out of his sheath. Micah took this as encouragement, and placed another paw on the cheetah's scrotum, letting the other start to stroke the growing shaft.
"You know Mark," The lion said, in a rather sultry voice, "I can tell you want to do this to me. It's perfectly fine for you to do that...Go ahead..."
Without hesitation, the cheetah reached his own paws out, quickly grabbing the lion's shaft, already showing from excitement, and letting a paw drag along Micah's chest before placing it on his ballsac.
And so they continued, each letting out a soft groan of pleasure occasionally, fondling and groping each other, gently stroking each other's member, waiting for that blissful orgasm to come. Until Micah spoke up once more. "Stop."
The cheetah's paws froze, and then retreated to his sides. With that, Micah extended his arm and placed it on Mark's shoulder, gently pushing down. Mark quickly fell to his knees, suddenly eye-level with Micah's throbbing shaft. "Go on," said the lion, "Do what you know you want to."
Mark nodded, still silent, as he closed his eyes, opening his muzzle and letting his tongue drag on the underside of he lion's shaft, and then suddenly placed his muzzle on the tip. Within seconds, he had half of the lion's member in his mouth.
Micah let out a low moan, leaning his head back and stretching his arm out to the wall for support. Water sprayed across them both, dripping down the lion's chest.
Mark pulled more of the member into his mouth, his tongue rubbing against the underside again, forcing a groan out of the lion, who started to leak a bead of pre into the cheetah's mouth. Mark lapped it up, and moaned softly himself, enjoying this, as he was told that he would. Slowly, he started to move his muzzle back and forth on the shaft, his paws working at the leonine sac beneath it.
Starting to hunch over, the lion placed his free paw on the cheetah's head, letting out more groans of pleasure, feeling it surge through his body, his orgasm approaching quickly, leaking more pre into Mark's maw. Mark took this opportunity to spread the liquid on his lips, making it easier for him to bob back and forth on the member.
Micah suddenly pulled his shaft out of the cheetah's muzzle, gripping it at the base as he let out a loud groan, spraying his cum onto Mark's submissive face, the water quickly washing the seed away.
They both stood there, Mark leaning his head against the lion's leg. Soft moans escaped each muzzle, echoing through the room. Micah fumbled with the shower knobs, turning off the shower, slumping against the wall and sliding downward. He smiled weakly, and placed a paw on the cheetah's head and gently petted him, causing Mark to purr softly.
Micah's eyes twinkled. "Good cheetah. You're going to go to sleep soon, and when you do, you'll completely forget that we ever did this, or that I even showered with you. As far as you'll know, I left with the rest of the class and you bathed alone.
The cheetah nodded, still purring. Micah added, "But you will still be obedient to me, won't you? Because you know that it makes you feel wonderful." Mark gave another grunt of affirmation, and with that, Micah stood up, watching the cheetah fall asleep, heading back to the lockers and putting his street clothes. As he slipped on his shirt, he thought to himself, Maybe I can get used to this. As long as nobody ever finds out...I think I'll give Reggie a call today. And grabbing his backpack, he left the locker room, a grin on his face.
Mark found himself inexplicably exhausted when he got home, laying on his bed. It had been a long day, and showering took twice as long as it normally did. What he did wasn't supposed to be too tiring, even after all those classes.
The phone rang.
Curious about the identity of the caller, Mark rolled over and picked up the handset out of his backpack. The caller ID read: "Private No."
"Huh. Weird." Feeling bored, he flipped it open. "Hullo?"
A deep, cold voice responded. "Hello Mark. I hope you're feeling obedient."
The cheetah smiled. "Of course I do, Master."
"Good. And how did it go?"
Mark chuckled. "Better than we thought it would. I didn't have to do anything. He thinks that he can control others now instead. So I winged it, and now he thinks I'm -his- slave. Granted, he's hot as hell, so I'm glad to play along."
"You did not tell him anything about me, I presume?"
"Nah, he hasn't got a clue."
"A pleasant surprise. I'll have to visit him again in person."
"So he'll become yours then? When are you going to do this, Master?"
"Soon. Now go, slave. You may have a reward for your quick thinking."
The phone clicked and the call ended. Mark tossed it on his bed, and opened a drawer, pulling out a black leather collar and slipping it snugly around his neck. He took a deep breath and reached down a paw to his jeans, unzipping them. It would be a rewarding night indeed.
DEAR GOD, that took a long time. Freaking life getting in the way of my sexy stories! Of course, work, romance, work, friends, obligations and work all get in the way. But I have good news! The next chapter will be the final one for this series...though I suppose that would be bad news for some of you. Oh well. The other thing is that I have to finish an art/story trade before I start on the follow-up, but boy will there be a twist then!