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Part three... now that I\'ve finally got my ass in gear and written the darn thing ;) enjoy it...

All lyrics used in this story are copyrighted... I\'m not a poet... lol

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\"Hey... Kitten...\"

Tyler was nudging him, but he didn\'t want to wake up. He was comfortable... laying here... why move?

\"Wake up kitten!\" Tyler nudged him. Wyatt opened his eyes. It was morning, judging by the stream of light flooding through the barred up window in the wall. From what he could tell, he had slept soundly. It all been... like a dream to him.

\"We need to get moving kit. Breakfast soon. Up.\" Tyler lightly pushed him, and Wyatt obeyed without question. He couldn\'t have stopped to realize that he was still under Tyler\'s dominance, even if he wanted to.

\"Put some pants on.\" Tyler ordered him. Wyatt began stumbling around, still half asleep, for his dark blue trousers. He found them underneath the bed, and was just in the middle of slipping them on the prison cell door swung open of its own accord.

\"Come on then, kit. Stay close to me.\" Tyler\'s instructions were followed by a quick nod of approval from Wyatt, before the two of them left the cell.

The rest of the prison was huge. It was nothing like what Wyatt had seen in the movies. Every single corner, every table and every door was brilliantly white. It was more like a hospital than a prison.

Even in his delusional state, Wyatt noticed something very odd about the other prisoners. They were almost completely identical. Each one was a white wolf, of the same muscular build, wearing exactly the same clothes as Tyler. The difference between them was their faces and, perhaps, their names.

\"I\'m leaving you for a while, Wyatt, ok? Wait around for me. I won\'t be long.\" Tyler leant down and whispered in his ear as they came to what looked like a dining hall. Tables had been set out, in rows, throughout the hall. It was also bustling with activity. Even the food here was exactly the same... white bread, with butter spread across it.

Wyatt watched Tyler go. He was hypnotized by the way his tail waved as he walked away, and only wished he could pounce after him. He wanted to make the wolf happy... to make himself happy.

But then Tyler disappeared from sight, and everything changed.

In that moment, the wolf\'s grip on Wyatt\'s mind broke, and he snapped to his senses. What had he done? How could he have gone along with that?! Feeling thoroughly violated, he panicked. That was it... he had to escape this place... now!

But, instead of making a heroic escape, he ran headlong into somebody and knocked himself over. The figure collapsed on the ground with him.

\"Shit, watch where you\'re going you-\" The mouse he had run into fell silent. The sight of Wyatt seemed to amaze him.

Picking himself up off the ground, Wyatt brushed his fur down, \"Yeah, whatever...\" and then it hit him, \"Wait! You\'re not a wolf! You\'re not exactly the same as everybody else here!\"

The mouse got to his feet and nodded, \"You\'re new as well I take it? I\'ve been here a week... they abducted me and acted as though I was a criminal. Next thing I know, I\'m here!\"

Wyatt couldn\'t believe it. Somebody who was in his situation! Even better, he had told a story that matched his own. Abducted, falsely accused of criminal activity, and then jailed.

\"So you think something\'s not right about this place too?\"

The mouse frowned, \"Are you crazy? Of course something isn\'t fucking right! Just look at it! It\'s all the same... its weird!\" He blinked, \"I\'m Jay, by the way...\"

\"Wyatt.\"

\"We should sit down; we attract less attention that way.\"

They took a seat at the table, as far away as they could from anybody else. Nobody was talking, and they decided to speak in whispers to avoid attention.

\"So what is this place?\"

Jay shrugged, \"Dammed if I know. All I know is that every day they drug me, and next thing I know I\'m doing everything that my inmate tells me to do, which...\" he shuddered, \"I\'d rather forget about...\"

\"You too? Can they all control us like that?\"

There was a pause, \"Yes... whoever is bigger here can control the smaller ones. We\'re like puppets, and they\'re pulling our strings.\"

Neither of them spoke. The thought of all these canines controlling his thoughts was unnerving. He didn\'t want to admit that it was true...

Jay suddenly pointed to a wolf sitting a few tables a way from them, \"See that guy there?\"

\"Yeah...\"

\"Three days ago he was a tiger, just like you. But then they came for him... and now he\'s a wolf. Weird?\"

Wyatt frowned, \"That can\'t be right... are you making this up?\"

\"No way, I\'m super serious.\"

\"Then how the fuck are they transforming them, and why?

Jay fell silent. \"I think...\" he began, but hesitated, \"I think... they\'re using magic.\"

A long, painful silence fell across the two of them. After a while, Wyatt raised one eyebrow and grinned, \"Oh come, get real. Magic doesn\'t exist.\"

\"How else would you explain it?\" He leaned in closer, \"From what I\'ve gathered, every day they come into your cell and drug you. I don\'t know what with... but it\'s some strong shit. I\'ve worked out that, for a while, we\'re still awake while the drug sets in, but only for about an hour or so.\"

Wyatt tilted his head, \"You\'ve got that wrong... When they injected me with that stuff I fell asleep almost straight away.\"

\"Or so you thought! You were wide awake in the time it takes for the drug to affect you. But then, later on, you don\'t remember it. It\'s weird, right?\"

\"Yeah...\" Wyatt was lost in deep thought.

So... there was a small period, after being drugged, that he was awake... but then he had no memory of that time later? It didn\'t make much sense. \"What about writing?\"

\"You what?\" Jay blinked.

\"Writing on the walls! My cell\'s got three lines of poetry written on the walls! Has yours?\"

\"Only one line... ‘Pain monopoly; ritual misery; chop your breakfast on a mirror\'. Mean anything to you?\"

Wyatt thought hard... it took him a while to figure out that, when combing with the third line, there was a rhyming pattern.

\"Yeah! It rhymes with one of the lines written in my room!\" Wyatt had voiced his voice by accident, and several of the wolves nearby were staring at him. He avoided eye contact with them.

\"I told you to keep your voice down, Wyatt!\" Jay hissed at him. He then pointed, carefully, towards a grey door at the far end of the room. \"See that?\"

Wyatt nodded, \"Yeah... where does it go?\"

\"I think that\'s where they keep all the drugs...\" Jay was smiling now, \"and I\'ve been hoping someone like you would come along. I\'ve got an idea.\"

\"Yeah...?\" Wyatt was listening, but he doubted he would want to hear it.

\"The drugs they give us... it twists your mind, so that people can make you do or think whatever they want, right?\"

\"Yeah... I figured.\"

\"So... if we could get hold of some for ourselves...\"

\"...Yes?\"

Jay smacked him around the head, \"Oh, wake up! If we got hold of some we could use it to get some information on this place, and how to get out!\"

Wyatt didn\'t answer, \"How? We don\'t what that stuff is, or how it works! We\'d likely get caught trying to grab some... and who would we use it on even if we had the chance?\"

Jay shrugged, \"I figured any of the wolves here would do. They all seem like robots to me... not people.\"

He had a point. The wolves around him moved in identical manner; eating food, walking, talking. They were like clones.

\"Fine, you might be on to something there,\" Wyatt admitted, \"but how do you plan to get hold of the drug?\"

Jay didn\'t answer. Wyatt knew why...

\"You haven\'t quite figured that one out yet have you?\"

Jay shook is head, \"I know that the door has a security code, but I don\'t know it. I don\'t know to get in...\"

The chance to have some time to himself was incredible. The showers, like most the other rooms in this prison, were sparkling white and fairly large. But, to Wyatt total and utter relief, they were empty.

It had been over three hours since Jay and Wyatt had met, but the two had come no closer to solving anything than before. How were they supposed to get their hands on whatever substance was used to control people\'s minds around here for themselves? It seemed like an impossible task.

And who was this guy, Jay? He wasn\'t like any of the others here... the others were all identical, but Jay seemed to have a very fiery personality. From what he had gathered so far, anyway, that was his opinion.

He leaned his head back, letting the water run down his chest and onto the ground. By now his fur was soaked, and there were no signs of any towels around here. He didn\'t care though. The warm water was the most wonderful thing he had felt since getting here.

‘End of passion play; crumbling away; I\'m your source of self-destruction\'

‘Veins that pump with fear; sucking darkest clear; leading on your death\'s construction\'

‘Needlework the way; never you betray; life of death becoming clearer\'

‘Pain monopoly; ritual misery; chop your breakfast on a mirror\'

What did they mean? Yes, it was poetry... no question there, but why had these versus been written all over the walls here? Jay had said something about magic... a spell...

Could it be some kind of magic that was controlling him?

\"Stop right there... and turn around...\" Even though he hadn\'t heard this voice before, it caused his insides to freeze. It was the kind of voice that could quite easily sour milk. Even worse, as he quickly realized, it was another voice that controlled him.

So he turned around. Painfully aware that he was starch naked, he made a crude attempt to cover himself up with his tail.

\"Don\'t hide yourself either...\" The wolf in front of him grinned. It wasn\'t Tyler. Another wolf was standing behind him, his arms folded across his chest. Both were, like Wyatt, nude.

\"What do you want?\" Wyatt mumbled under his breath, although he was fully aware what they would want. Secretly, he wanted it too. That was what scared him. His length was hardening with incredible speed. They must have seen his eyes dart downwards quickly, because both of them were snickering.

\"You know what we want... you\'re a little guy. You\'re here to keep us...\" The first wolf, who was the bigger of the two, twirled his paw as though trying grab some rhetorical answer from the air, ‘under control, no?\"

\"No!\'

\"Yes!\"

Wyatt growled. There was no winning here. These guys, whoever they were, had poisoned his subconscious long ago. Tyler had made sure of that. \"I\'m not going to-\"

\"Yes you are, tiger! Now stop moaning, get over here and suck my cock already!\"

Why did he have to word it like that? His mind separated from his body as he practically crawled forwards, lowering himself down to his knees, eyes only half open. It made his fur crawl with both disgust and delight. It was stunningly confusing.

And, even worse, the wolf meat in front of him had to be at least eight and a half inches long. Its tip was already dribbling pre, which wouldn\'t budge even in the flow of the showers. So Wyatt pressed his muzzle forwards and licked it. It tasted awesome. He wanted to bite the wolf\'s cock off in anger, but instead settled for gently licking its head, lips occasionally sliding around the skin.

\"He\'s good?\" The other wolf, who was shorter, suddenly asked.

\"I\'ve had better. I think he can work harder...\"

It had gotten ridiculous. First he had taken control of his body and forced him to give him head... and now he was being scolded for doing a bad job at it?! He was not happy... but he got the hint regardless. He opened his mouth and slowly pushed his head forwards. The sensation of feeling the wolf meat slide smoothly into his muzzle was breathtaking.

\"Slightly improvement noted.\" Slight improvement! Let\'s see him open his mouth to make way for something this size and do it with passion! It wasn\'t fair.

The other wolf circled around the scene and stood behind Wyatt. He had a feeling he knew what would come, sooner rather than later.

\"He\'s got a nice ass... this one...\" The wolf bent down and ran one paw over his behind, causing Wyatt to shiver with both disgust and pleasure.

\"Gonna\' fuck him?\"

\"I guess so.\"

Wyatt growled. This, unfortunately, earned him a smack to the side of his head. \"You\'re going to enjoy this, no matter what you what to think!\"

Ah great. Now, on top of it all, he was having fun. Whoop.

The wolf behind him had now knelt down; with his left paw still massaging Wyatt\'s behind in an odd fashion, softly pressed one finger against Wyatt\'s tailhole and pushed, very slowly. It was a very strange sensation. He squirmed as the wolf curled his single finger around inside him, unable to stop himself growling with frustration, anger and pleasure.

\"Don\'t loose focus...\" The wolf he was sucking off had grabbed his head and straightened it. He concentrated again, sliding his muzzle easily around the wolf\'s dick, each time dipping further and further down his length. The wolf was now making small thrusting motions, which were sometimes more than Wyatt could take, but he managed to stop himself gagging. There was an odd taste in his mouth.

He had lost track of what he was doing again, because, before had he even realized it, he could feel the other\'s wolf\'s dick now sliding steadily inside him, gripping his sides with both paws. He yelped in surprise. It was oddly comfortable... he had been expecting this to be much more painful than it was. But no... he liked this...

Both wolves snickered at the same time. He was giving head and getting fucked at the same time... why wouldn\'t they laugh? He was a slave to them... They could make him commit suicide, or kill somebody else... he\'d do whatever they wanted. And right now, they wanted something to fuck.

Wyatt purred lowly as the wolf behind him became thrusting in and out of him with rhythmic motions, very small at first, but then becoming much faster. He sucked the cock in front of him with increased speed, coaxing a worrying amount of precum from its tip. It was enough to make the wolf grunt and moan.

It was very confusing, having two things happen to him at the same time. All he knew was that he was now getting fucked so fast and hard that it was getting slightly painful. The wolf was gripping his sides hard, thrusting his entire length inside him with passion that would suggest he was very close to finishing up. The thought of that sent waves of nausea pulsing through Wyatt. He wasn\'t sure if he wanted it or not.

Regardless of if he wanted it or not, the wolf let a mighty yell and pushed his dick deep into Wyatt. At the same time, jets of warm cum filled him up, making him feel strangely satisfied. He had barely time to absorb this when the cock in his mouth erupted with cum at the same time. It splat against the back of his throat, swirled around his tongue and tangled between his teeth.

Wyatt yelped as both of them pulled away at exactly the same time. He collapsed onto the ground, wet, sore and naked, where he lay panting.

\"How do you feel, tiger?\"

\"Like I just had my virginity stolen from me...\" Wyatt snarled.

\"Ah, I nearly forgot, we\'re supposed to give you this stuff...\"

It happened before Wyatt could scream. He couldn\'t even react in time to brace himself. The syringe was plunged into his right arm with a speed that he could never have matched. He hadn\'t been expecting it. They got him... they drugged him again.

It was a matter of minutes before his vision faded.

A familiar sickness. He hated it now... it was so horribly close to him that, were it any worse, he could have torn his hair out whilst screaming for it to go away. But it wouldn\'t.

He was lying on a bed. He didn\'t even have to open his eyes to realize he was back inside his cell. His butt hurt, his throat was sore, and there was a small patch of fur on his neck that had become matted with cum. Another thing he hated...

As he rolled onto his back, he felt something hard against his waist. Something in his pocket. It hadn\'t been there before... He groaned again, using one paw to rub his eyes and the other to grab whatever was in his pocket and held it up, in front of his head.

He opened his eyes...

And gasped...

It was a syringe. More to the point, it was a full syringe. Inside was the same liquid that had been injected into him, the same poisonous green colour.

He instantly sat bolt upright. How the fuck had he got this?! He wasn\'t supposed to have it! If they caught him holding this then he\'d be killed for sure!

He hadn\'t remembered getting this... How could he have stolen it? He didn\'t know the security code into the door, and there was no way he could have sneaked in and grabbed some on his own!

Someone must have helped him... Someone must have slipped it into his pocket while he was unconscious.

But who? The only person he knew who was remotely sane here was Jay, and it couldn\'t have been him. He hadn\'t known the security code either.

One of the wolves? It couldn\'t have been... they were the bad guys!

Ursula? No way... he didn\'t even want to consider that...

Somewhere, in this crazy place, he had an ally...

He heard the sound of the door swing shut behind him. He quickly hid the syringe under the covers and turned around. Tyler was standing at the doorway, grinning wickedly.

Wyatt moved the bed sheets a little more; making sure the drug was covered up.

He smiled back.

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Hope you enjoyed... I did writing it ^_^ things are hotting up now, and I promise its gonna\' be good!

Toodle-pip xxx