Hitchhiking Part 3.txt
Hitchhiking, Part 3: Preparations
By Nickylion
"Wake up Toby."
Toby's eyes snapped open with a jolt. The tiger sat up, startled out of some pleasant dream. It was a very odd dream too. He'd been, for all intents and purposes, vacuum sealed into a rubber bag and left for the day. Or was it a dream? Memories slipped up to him, then drifted away when he started trying to recall them with any sort of coherence.
The bear opposite him grinned widely, "I said," he murmured the words yet somehow managed to make them quite commanding, "Wakey wakey Toby." His big broad hand tussled the tiger's headfur, finally getting Toby to glance up at him. The look the tiger gave him was one of annoyance, yet his eyes were strangely unfocused, distant.
"Don't worry, that feeling will pass hon. Always happens to the first timers in the bed." Darin grinned again, and the tiger felt himself get just a little bit smaller.
The bed. He remembered now. It wasn't a dream.
Oh god oh god, it wasn't a dream.
The tiger's semi-glassy eyes were wide as saucers now, his hand pressed up against his mouth in a look you might see in some b-movie horror flick, "Wh-what did ya do to me, sir?" Toby looked about, alarmed and confused and very much scared. He was in a bed. How he got there, he didn't remember. All he remembered was the bed now. And the words. The words that he couldn't escape, that drilled into his mind.
"Ooh, sir already, huh? Musta gotcha good then." The bear chuckled to himself and snapped a leash onto the soft rubber collar that Toby didn't even realize he was wearing, "Come along now, huh boy." Toby was on his feet, following bear without a thought or care of where he was leading him. His eyes instead fixated on the long leather leash that was tugging him down the hall. With the world around him changing and swirling, it seemed the single constant.
Darrin lead Toby into the living room and tugged the leash down to a portable post in the center of the room. Between the length of the leash and height of the post Toby found himself unable to stand upright, instead staying down on all fours like the good tiger he was. It felt right.
A bowl of food, eggs and bacon it looked like, was placed before Toby. The tiger glanced up at the bear, who nodded, then turned back and began to devour the meal before him. At first, he tried to use his hands to pick up the bacon, but something about that, something in his mind told him that wasn't right. Pet's don't have hands, they have paws, his mind reminded him. Fingers folded up into paws and Toby's muzzle lowered down, gripping the bacon and eggs in his muzzle and slurping and biting into them, savoring the tasty salty bacon flavor on his tongue in contrast to the peppered slimey texture of the eggs. His mind was still trying to wrap itself around the bizarreness of what was unfolding before him when he came to the realization that his muzzle was lapping the bowl clean.
Darrin's hand appeared in front of Toby's vision, the large muscled paw lifting the silver bowl up and out of his line of sight, "Now now, pup." The bear was grinning, tussling the tiger's hair even as the bowl made that tell-tale clink on the countertop, "I figured you'd be hungry, I just didn't imagine you'd be that hungry." A moments pause later, "Hungry for something else, pup?"
The tiger found himself smiling at the praise, odd as it was, and nodding. His tongue hung loosely outside of his mouth, just the way good pup's should, the phantom thoughts in his head speaking for him. A laugh from the bear dragged his attention away from the errant thoughts, "Well good! I was thinking bout it while you were down in the bed, and figured you'd be that kinda hungry when you got out. So I made a few calls, and I have a few friends coming over soon."
One of the bear's paws lingered over the buckle of his belt, a gesture that somehow set Toby's mouth to watering, wishing to get at the tasty member tucked away in there. If Darrin noticed, he didn't say anything beyond patting his leg and turning away. Somehow Toby knew that was his signal to follow, his collar jingling softly in time with his movements.
The pair moved about the house, silently cleaning and tidying the various rooms. It was in the 'dungeon' that Toby finally pooled his rather scattered courage, "S-sir?" The tiger cringed, knowing deep down that was inappropriate. Pups don't talk!
Darrin turned from an inspection of several boxes of gear to regard the tiger with a cool and measured gaze, "Yes, boy?"
The tone made Toby gulp, almost losing the words that had settled into his muzzle, "S-sir, I mean, umm, h-how long was I in the bed? It," he paused again as he felt the bear's heavy hand on his shoulder.
"As long as my road tripped pup needed to be." Toby's eyes widened even as his shoulders slumped, a familiar warmth creeping up and over them. Time ceased to matter. There was suddenly only Darrin's voice that must be obeyed. "Eyes closed. Hands behind your back." When Toby complied, thick rubber cuffs were wrapped roughly around his wrists, the telltale sound of a padlock echoing softly in the quiet room after each one. Something soft and yet utterly black was wrapped around Toby's head, leaving the tiger in complete darkness.
"You're going to be asked to serve others today boy." Darrin's stern voice seemed even louder, more prominent now that Toby had nothing else to focus on. There was nothing to stare at and be afraid of, just the bear's voice, in his mind. "And you're going to be my very good boy and do what they ask, aren't you?"
Toby's head nodded happily, "Yes Sir." He felt Darrin's hand upon the back of his head.
"Now boy, I want you to be comfortable here. Serving is good, but if you can't do something they ask, I want you to bow and apologize, understand?" Another nod from the sleepy tiger prompted another comforting squeeze along Toby's neckline, "There ain't no shame in saying you can't. Specially if you ain't ready or aint't comfortable doing what they ask. Hope it won't come to it, but if they try and force you, just say 'Pit Stop.' Now then, you say it for me so I know you understand."
"Pit Stop."
Another squeeze, "Good boy. Now then, up we go." The blindfold was yanked away, making the tiger wince at the sudden influx of light into his world. He rose, shakily onto his feet. "Hold out them paws, pup. Even, spaced about shoulder width, pads facing away from you like so."
Darrin mimicked the pose he wanted his tiger in, then set a metal tray down on top, of the tiger's fingerless paws, hooking a small leather strap under the curled up fingerpads. A second pair of leather straps were clipped into the cuffs at Toby's wrists. The bear took a step back and smiled.
"Hmm, collar, cuffs, a tray for all the toys I'm gonna load you up with...now what else can we put you in, hmm boy?" Toby blushed, not knowing if he was even supposed to answer. Darrin put his hand to Toby's chin, "Oh, I know. What size waist are you abouts, hmm boy?"
"Thirty sir." The bear made a chuckling noise, "Just about perfect. Smidge on the large side, but then, this'll help with that too. Hands above your heads and do not drop that tray." The bear turned around and looked off to one side of the closet, "Ah, here we go." A piece of cloth, no, not cloth, metal wrapped with cloth, found it's way around the tiger's waist. "Now hold still."
The bear disappeared behind Toby, who could only hear the fiddling of what sounded like shoelaces of one giant sneaker being tied. All of a sudden, the cloth, the corset around his waist contracted, making him gasp in shock. A low whine escaped his muzzle, eliciting a chuckle from behind him.
"Too tight?" Toby nodded slightly, then felt the corset loosen up, "Take slow shallow breaths. Shouldn't be too hard for my relaxed road tripped boy." Strong arms caught the tiger as he stumbled backwards, "Down, down, deeper and deeper. Relax for me Toby. We'll get you trained up before you even know it. Now then, you're just about ready, but my guests won't be hear for at least another hour, and I need to go get the party favors. Be a good pup and lie down on the bed."
Toby's legs moved him slowly, and with Darrin's help, slid him down onto the bed. His paws and the tray connecting them lay across his lap. Earbuds were slipped into either ear, and a soothing familiar sound began to slip into the confused, bewildered tiger's mind.
Darrin's voice carried over the sounds, "Lift up your left leg." The tiger did as he was told, dulled senses registering only a soft pressure flowing down, stopping just about his knees, "Down. Now your right leg." A similar sensation flowed down his right. Snaps were fastened, something was clipped to the fabric, "Roll to the left, onto your stomach." His body obeyed silently, "Now relax more." The bear's finger was slick with something as it cold, yet impossibly smooth as it pressed up under his tail, prodding the ring of muscle there.
Toby squirmed, but just as his eyes were about to open, words came over the buds in his ears, "Road Tripped." He shuddered and relaxed, letting the finger slip silently inside, spreading the cold drippy coating it came with into his passage. A moment later, it withdrew, only to be replaced by something slightly larger. It worked at his tender hole, spreading it wide until some part of Toby wondered if it wouldn't -
"Road Tripped." The parts of his thoughts that had managed to assembled crashed into a thousand different splinters of emotion, concept, idea, adjective. A jumble of half form sentences and incomplete babbling tried to put itself back together. All the while, the egg pressed against his entrance quietly made it's way in., disappearing but for a small wire that wound itself around his leg, down to a small device on the tiger's thigh.
A little bit more coaxing had the tiger splayed out peacefully situated on the bed proper. Darrin set the music player down on the silver tray and smirked to himself. The tiger was responding well. In no time at all, he'd gone from regarding the bear as a complete stranger, to friend, to confident, and soon to Master. Quietly, he stole out of the room, gently closing the door. The tracks on there would give him easily another hour of sedate tiger. Plenty of time for him to prepare for his guests....and to plan what next to do to the poor hitchhiker.