Drugs and Mysteries
#1 of Master of Puppets
Yes... My computer has been down for a long time... but now it's back! Yay! ^_^
This is just a story series I thought I'd give a go. All work is copyrighted to me... blah blah blah... all lyrics used are copyrighted to the artist... blah... this contains sex. Not much, but it does! (More yiff later on... I swear o_0)
Part 1
The light was blinding. It didn't help that his paws where tied up behind the chair, or that he had just had his blindfold ripped off. At once his eyes snapped shut. Wyatt groaned. He was disorientated, and had an odd feeling he was about to be sick.
Someone nearby was a speaking. It was a male voice, no doubt, but he had no idea what he was saying. It was a foreign language... He opened his eyes a fraction and, ignoring the pain his eyes were in, tried to focus on his surroundings.
He was in a room that, if it any darker, would have been pitch black. He could see three silhouetted furs standing around him, but he couldn't make out any facial expressions.
He was in trouble - he knew it.
He was strapped to a chair... the situation reminded him of a movie he had once seen. It hadn't been pretty. Once again that same male voice was speaking, louder this time, but he had no idea what was being said. His eyes were beginning to water, the excess light burning his pupils. He was forced to shut them again.
"Where am I? What's going on?" He groaned, but with a strong hint of desperation.
Again, a foreign voice answered, but this time it was followed by something else. A paw against his cheek... ouch. They had hit him! They actually attacked him! Surely, whatever was happening to him, it wasn't legal!
"Stop," This time he heard a female voice, louder, stronger and, more importantly, English. There was a brief pause.
Wyatt felt somebody breathe in his face, and he slowly opened his eyes. The woman he was staring at was a polar bear, and she was huge... her head must have been at least twice the size of Wyatt's.
"Explain yourself, little boy..." She had a strongly Russian accent.
"W-what? What's going on?" Wyatt's voice was shaking, as was his body.
"You explain now, child, what you doing in our territory?"
"I-I don't... know what you-"
Smack! Her punch was, by far, the most painful he could remember. This wasn't right... something was seriously wrong! Where was he? Why was he here?
"You heard me! Why would a tiger, and English tiger, be in forbidden lands in the middle of the night?"
"I don't-"
"How old are you, tiger? Thirteen? Fourteen?"
"Fifteen!" Wyatt growled with a sudden anger. His fur was now beginning to matt with sweat, and he could feel blood trickling down his cheek.
"Fifteen? Why would a fifteen year old tiger be here? Thief, maybe? That's a jail sentence of ten years."
Wyatt frowned. "What?! No it isn't! I don't where I am, or how I got here, please just-" But he was silence as she smacked him again. He growled, exposing every one of his front teeth.
How could they do this to him? And how did he get here? If he dared say anything out of order they would hit him again! Any more punches like that and he feared he might pass out.
"You were breaking and entering, little boy. That's very bad... but don't worry," she brought her face down level to Wyatt's. Her breath was putrid, "because bad boys like you are easy to teach a lesson to. Where you're going, you'll get the biggest lesson of all."
This wasn't right. "You're getting this wrong!" Wyatt yelled, his chest now contracting from fear, "I didn't come here! Someone must have brought me."
"Silence!" She yelled, and raised her hand. Certain that he was about to be struck again, Wyatt winced. But her paw never touched him. The furs around him erupted with laughter.
"You see?" The polar bear sneered, "Tigers are ever so easy to tame..."
Once again, she moved closer to him. Repulsed, Wyatt pushed himself back into the chair, as far as it would let him.
"Skinny thing, aren't you?" She cackled. Wyatt immediately blushed. True, there wasn't much to say about him in terms of muscle, but he always considered himself to have an average figure. Nothing special. "Orange fur? How disgusting..." she was now trailing a finger along a black stripe running up his arm "And these stripes are terrible. We can shave all this fur off later."
At that, Wyatt panicked. "Listen to me-"
He couldn't talk anymore. Someone had sneaked up behind him and pressed a wet cloth against his muzzle.
At once, his body went rigid. He was still awake, but so exhausted he couldn't move.
He couldn't fight back when he felt himself stripped down, and then forced into a new set of clothing.
He couldn't fight back as he felt them shove something small and disgusting down his throat, and then forced to swallow it.
He couldn't fight back when he was hauled into a very large, corridor.
He couldn't fight back when he was thrown, violently, down onto the ground and left there.
Behind him, he heard the sound of a gate shutting, and then locking.
He wasn't sure how long he had been lying on the stone ground before he finally moved, but he couldn't have been more than a few minutes at most. His whole body ached, but he had control of it. Whatever substance he had inhaled that had made him so exhausted was wearing off.
He looked around. It was dark in here, even darker than the previous room. He was in what he could only guess was a jail cell.
This wasn't legal - no way! From what he could remember, he had been abducted, interrogated and then thrown into jail so quickly he still had trouble believing it. No fair trial, no free phone calls... no anything.
He gazed down at himself. He was now wearing a set of dark blue clothing, which did not match his fur colour at all. He hated them.
What had they forced him to swallow? Some kind of pill... a drug? A sedative, to keep him docile? He was hardly an aggressive creature!
He immediately tried to push his paw against the back of his throat, in an attempt to make himself throw up. Whatever they had drugged him with; he was going to get rid of it. But he failed...
"Don't try, little one." Somebody's voice. Wyatt yelped, and spun around. It was too dark to tell who, or what, he was talking to. Someone much larger than him. For a terrifying second, he thought it was the polar bear, back to beat him around the head again.
But this figure, whoever it was, was male. No doubt. He had a canine figure, and a long bushy tail dangling behind him. Wyatt couldn't tell what he looked like, as it was too dark.
"Just stay away!" Wyatt crawled backwards. His vision was cloudy.
"Just... try to relax." He heard the same voice say. That voice that was so deep and... for some reason... so relaxing...
"No! I want to know-" Wyatt began, but his words tangled in the back of his throat. He choked, and coughed into his paw. Something was wrong with him... had he been poisoned?
"Don't try and talk. It will make things worse."
At this point, Wyatt felt something else. A strong grip was picking him up, hauling him to his feet. At first he tried to shake free, but those paws were now wrapping around his waist delicately. It was... almost relaxing.
"But..." Wyatt tried to say something else, but never got the chance.
He didn't understand it. He couldn't explain it. He wasn't even sure he wanted it. No... he defiantly wanted it. He felt something pressing their muzzle to his, not aggressively... gently. He couldn't fight back. He kissed the mysterious figure back. For longer than he had intended to.
He lost himself. Whoever was holding him was so warm... so comfortable. This was a dream... some kind of crazy dream that had a crazy ending. Yeah... that was it. He was about to wake up. Pity... he wanted to stay here... in this canine's arms.
And then everything went dark.
Wyatt awoke.
He didn't open his eyes. He immediately realized that he was lying in a bed, not on the stone floor of some prison. He was back home...
The dream now felt more like a weird fantasy... It had been so real! He had kissed someone much bigger, stronger and more muscular than him and, even though he hadn't seen him, loved it. He had only recently come to terms with the fact that he was gay. Now, however, he felt different.
But when he opened his eyes everything changed.
He was still in the jail cell. A small light bulb hanging in the center of the room illuminated it brightly. The cell was tiny, and his bed was pressed up against the wall. He yelped,
He was still here?! He was still stuck in that imaginary dream world?! How was that possible! But this was real... he could feel everything... this was no dream!
"Morning."
The shock of hearing a voice, especially one that was so horribly familiar, caused him to yelp loudly. He stared at the other side of the cell. There was another bed at the end of the room, exactly the same as him. But somebody was sitting at the end of it, eyebrows raised.
He was a wolf. His fur was brilliantly white, and his eyes insanely blue. He was also, as Wyatt hardly failed to notice, stunningly attractive. He, unlike Wyatt, was shirtless.
Wyatt gulped. He had to control himself... so what he face facing a super sexy wolf? He had bigger things to worry about! However, his heavy blush combined with the buldge slowly growing in his leggings would suggest otherwise.
"What the... Where am I?!" Wyatt demanded, pouncing to his feet. He instantly wished he hadn't... his entire body ached from head to foot.
"Take it easy kid..."
"And who," Wyatt growled aggressively, "the hell are you?!"
The wolf grinned, and stood up. As he moved, his muscles flexed, causing Wyatt to blush again.
"You already know me... we've met before, remember? You were a bit... delusional though..."
Wyatt almost collapsed. That dream... hadn't been a dream at all...
"You're the one that held me? That... that..."
"Kissed you?"
"Don't say that!" Wyatt pointed his paw at him accusingly,
"Why not? It's what happened, isn't it?" The wolf frowned, "You're telling me you didn't enjoy it?"
"I never said that! I said-"
"Ah! So you did enjoy it!"
Wyatt snarled under his breath. He was growing impatiently and angry now. He wanted to get out...
"Just tell me where the hell I am!"
The wolf sighed, and rolled his eyes, "You're in jail... isn't that obvious?"
Wyatt widened his eyes. No! This wasn't right! He hadn't been given a fair trail! He was in here by accident!
"No! I shouldn't be... I haven't done anything! They just took me and threw me in-"
"Calm down!" The wolf narrowed his eyes, and Wyatt immediately stopped talking. "There, that's better. Now shut the hell up and stop denying it! You're a criminal, no shame in that. And you're a good kisser too."
Wyatt blushed again. "That wasn't me! I was... drugged or something! I didn't even want to kiss you back!" He turned his attention away from the wolf and to the bars of the cell. Gripping them tightly with his paws, he made vague attempts to rip them away. He didn't succeed.
"You seemed to enjoy it. It's a known fact around that whenever the guards down you the best antidote is someone else's company."
Wyatt frowned at him, "'Down' me? What do you mean, when they 'down' you?"
"When they drug you." The wolf explained, "They sedate you, you see. And it always helps to have somebody nearby when-"
"You've got this all wrong!" Wyatt interrupted him, "I'm not supposed to be here! And you had no right to do that to me!"
He had made a big mistake. The wolf's expression turned sour. "Don't talk to me like that, kid!" He advanced on him, and Wyatt backed off, "I'm bigger and better than you! You think you can argue with me? You're pathetic! You're... what...thirteen? Fourteen?"
"Fifteen!"
"Whatever. You're officially one of the smallest guys here. So you're going to have to learn to show some respect!"
"This is crazy!" Wyatt protested, retreating to the other side of the room. "I'm not going to let myself-"
"You don't have a choice!" Before Wyatt could fight back, the wolf had pinned him against the wall.
"Let me go!"
"Shut up kid!" The wolf growled. Wyatt couldn't believe it... earlier on he had been fantasizing about this wolf! Now he was being beaten up by him? It didn't make sense!
"But-"
"I said shut it!" As the wolf pushed his paw against Wyatt's muzzle, he also pressed his body against his. Wyatt couldn't help it... he blushed again. This time, it didn't go unnoticed.
"Aww, isn't that sweet?" The wolf grinned, "Got a soft spot for me? You're so cute... I guess you did enjoy that kiss after all, huh?"
Wyatt didn't respond. He didn't even move.
"I thought so..." And to his surprise, the wolf leaned forward and gently licked Wyatt's cheek.
"I don't understand..." Wyatt quietly mumbled when his muzzle was released.
"Isn't it obvious?" The wolf tilted his head, "You're a little guy. So long as you're here, the little guys keep the big guys happy. But I think, in your case, it's a two way thing, right?"
"Wrong..."
"Ha!" The wolf could tell Wyatt was in denial. "Let me guess... hormones? You're only a cute teenager after all... I bet you're the horniest little-"
"Stop it!"
Something in Wyatt's voice must have got taken seriously, because the wolf let go. "No more denial. You lie in here, it will get you killed. My name's Tyler, by the way."
Wyatt shivered. "Cold?" Tyler asked him, but was ignored.
This couldn't be happening to him... First he had been kidnapped, and now he was five seconds away from being raped? Of course... he wanted it... there was no point denying that to himself. He wanted Tyler to hold him again... but he wouldn't say it!
"I'm not staying here..." he finally muttered, "As soon as I explain what's going on I'm leaving. They made a mistake... I'm no criminal!"
Tyler sighed behind him. "Well..." He moved forwards, "I supposed I should make the most of you then, huh?"
Wyatt didn't resist this time. When Tyler's strong arms wrapped around his waist he didn't throw them off. He leaned back, letting his fur rub against Tyler's. That was it... he was enjoying this. He hated himself for it, and wished things were different... but he wanted it.
"See? Feeling better now, right?" Tyler nuzzled into his cheek. His paws, ever so slowly, lifted up Wyatt's shirt and explored the soft fur underneath. Sensitive as he was, Wyatt shivered.
He closed his eyes. Tyler's form was pressing into him from behind, and he couldn't stop a low purr escaping his chest. He was happy... all the pressures of where he was, and how he got here, were forgotten. Tyler's paws grabbed hold of the shirt and lifted it over his head.
Wyatt didn't need to do anything. Tyler's paws ran smoothly across his chest, ruffling the thick layers of fur. Wyatt's tail darted around nervously beneath him.
"Relax," Tyler whispered in his ear, and his paws began moving down. Wyatt exhaled heavily as, very slowly, Tyler slid one paw down his front and grabbed hold of his maleness.
Wyatt, oddly enough, was actually quite proud of his member. It was the only part of him he liked... a good size and a good thickness. He wouldn't change anything if he had the chance.
He moaned slightly as, in the midst of it all, Tyler began slowly stroking him, his fluent movements that were so perfect Wyatt was still shivering.
"Told you..." Tyler grinned, and licked his cheek. Wyatt was so close to being back in his fantasies...
But then it all stopped. Out of nowhere, an earsplitting sound rang inside their cell.
Tyler, please make you're way to office B-5."
Wyatt's opened his eyes. That voice had came from nowhere, but it was enough to dampen his heart. Tyler was leaving? He didn't want him to go! He wanted to wolf to stay! But the door had already swung open of its own accord.
"That's my cue. Sorry kid."
Wyatt turned around, just in time to see Tyler wink at him.
It was an odd feeling... he couldn't help but think there was something oddly familiar about Tyler...
But then the door swung shut again, and Wyatt was left alone. Completely alone...
The tears came before Wyatt could stop them. He wasn't supposed to be here... it was a mistake! He wanted to leave! For the first time in five years, he wanted to go back home... to his family. He missed them...
He collapsed onto the bed, burying his head in his paws. His sobs could surely have been heard down the corridors, but nobody came to his aid. He was alone... utterly alone.
And then he saw it.
The words had been written on the wall. They were tiny, and he had to strain his eyes to read what they were said.
'End of Passion play; crumbling away; I'm your source of self-destruction'
They were so oddly familiar. He had heard those words before... he didn't know what they meant, or where they had come from... but he had heard them before.
People were not just thrown randomly into prison, especially when they hadn't committed any crimes! It wasn't right!
And Tyler was, by far, the strangest person he had ever met. One moment he was relaxing and soothing, the next he was aggressive. And then these words, which he had heard before, had been written on the wall...
Something wasn't right.
Voila. Hope you enjoyed, and part shall be on soonish.
Toodle-pip xxx