To Run Away
#4 of Master of Puppets
This story contains sex... from the start... between guys... shwing! Enjoy and stuff... sorry its shorter than usual ^_^
Tyler's grasp on Wyatt's waist was very strong. The tiger yelped and howling out loud as he felt the wolf drill into him over and over again. He was having a very difficult time supporting the weight of both himself and of Tyler.
Tyler's rhythmic motions got faster, slamming Wyatt roughly into the wall, pressing him up against the cold stone wall. Combined with his unusually high body heat, it was almost painful. But he didn't care. He wasn't allowed to care.
It was almost pitch black in the room. Though Tyler was being very rough, it was nothing compared to earlier. But he didn't think the wolf could hold out much longer. Or rather, secretly, he hoped...
"Here... I come... Kitten!" Tyler moaned, his grip on Wyatt's sides tighter than ever. He pushed in one final time, harder than ever, burying every inch of his cock inside Wyatt. At the same time, jets of hot cum filled Wyatt up, warming him up and sending waves of odd nausea through his entire form.
It was obvious to Wyatt that Tyler's control over him would be weakest after he had fucked him. As he watched the wolf lying on his back, panting and purring, he could already feel his body slipping back into his control. Where it should be...
Tyler couldn't have possibly reacted in time, even if he had been expecting it. Wyatt plunge the syringe so deep into the wolf's furry bulk that, had he stabbed anywhere else, he might've killed him. But any real damage was avoided, save for the poisonous green sludge now being pulsed around his veins, into his heart, and to his head.
"S...stop it!"
It took a while for Wyatt to stop coughing. He was dizzy, and felt as though he were about to be sick.
"Ok Tyler..." He growled, ignoring the stinging sensation, 'You're gonna' tell me what I want to know, and then forget any of this ever happened, ok?!"
is he?!"
"He is our Leader, the lord of-"
Those who have not adjusted to life...
The memories of the last three months came pounding back. The moment when he had first decided to run away from it all... from everything he was failing at. His family hadn't given him the attention he needed, so he went searching elsewhere. He had messed up his life... there was sure to be an easy way out of it.
The worst part had been when the police officer recognized him. The Husky had walked him to side of the road and then, with a very gentle tone, explained that his family was looking for him. He was being begged to go back home. But he hadn't... He ran away again.
Then they'd found him... these guys... The Master of Puppets... they'd seen him on the streets and kidnapped him. Taken him here, ready to be forced under someone else's control.
His flashback ended. He was back in the prison cell, an expressionless wolf staring him in the face.
was a way to end this all!
Come to think of it, he didn't care about that. He just wanted to get out.
But his first problem came when he tried to open the door. "How do you open this?"
"Jay... Jay!" Wyatt hissed through the bars of Jay's cell.
"How the fuck did you get out?"
"How the fuck-"
While they sneaked through the deserted halls, Wyatt explained to Jay the information that Tyler had told him. Jay remained silent throughout.
"Wait..." Wyatt stopped Jay as he tried to move for the train,
"We can't leave things like this Jay..."
A light, so bright it was blinding, cut between the two of them. Wyatt could hear footsteps all around them, and then felt strong bodies wrestling him to the ground. He could hear the voice of the dreaded polar bear, Ursula, bellowing at them. He was disorientated.
They'd been caught...