The Old Barn
#4 of Control
YAR! This is Gary the Pirate here to remind all you kiddos under 18 to scoot, thar be furry mansex beyond these parts. And that goes to you naysayers, too! If this don't float yer boat, then turn 'round and git away.
It was a wonderful time of experimentation for Micah. He visited Mark almost weekly, checking in and trying new things with his power, more convinced with every visit that his ability would enable him to do whatever he wanted to.
But for some reason, it felt unsafe to use it on anyone besides the cheetah. In fact, he almost felt tied to Mark, as if he couldn't do it to another, that he'd be betraying him. Strangely, he never had a second thought to his motivation on the matter.
There were a few events that still bothered him, such as the mystery of what happened at the prison, just before he woke up with his new ability. That strange prick at his neck, and then darkness. It still troubled him, but only at times his mind would wander, away from school or Mark...
Things were changing in his life. After that meeting with Gerald, he decided to quietly drop the charge of rape, much to the dismay of his family. But they all had another meeting, in which Gerald apologized profusely to each of them, swearing he had changed his ways, which erased Micah's family's concern.
Yet some things remained the same. He continued classes at school as normal, did his assignments, hung out with friends. The only unusual thing he did in his "normal" life was visit the memorial service for old Mrs. Mckraken, who had died at her beach house on a six-month holiday. Other than the strange depression that always lingers at funerals, something else seemed out of place.
But things changed once more when he received a phone call from Reggie a week later. "We need to talk. In private." He said. "I found out something. We have to go there, and I know you hate it, but meet me at the old barn. Tonight."
Micah agreed, apprehensive, but decided to make a quick stop first.
The electronics store wasn't exactly crowded, but Micah kept having to wave off curious "store representatives" that wanted to help a little too much. It was easy to find the aisle he was looking for, and even easier to find the item itself. It was old technology, and more than affordable, yet essential for what he needed.
As he walked out of the store with his new purchase slipped into his pocket and fully operational, he hoped desperately that things would go the way he expected them to.
It was as bleak and crumbling in the daylight as it was that first night that catapulted those events. The only thing that seemed to change was the mystery of the place. It felt completely exposed, insects scurrying away from the light and hiding in the depths of the wood or underground.
Micah pulled up in his blue Pontiac, parking a few dozen feet away from the doors and walking in again, nonchalantly entering the structure, hoping no one saw him.
Upon entering the barn, the lion was surprised to find absolutely no one inside. "Hello?" He said loudly, "Reggie? Are you in here somewhere? No funny stuff, okay?"
There was a rustling from the corner, then all was still once more. "Who's there?" The lion asked the darkness. Is Reggie even here? He thought to himself.
Suddenly, someone emerged from the darkness. The lion wheeled around to discern their identity, unable to believe his eyes once he did.
It was indeed Reggie, walking toward him completely nude.
"What the hell?" Said Micah. "Reggie? What are you doing? And put some damn clothes on!"
But the raccoon did not react. He merely stood at attention, staring blankly at Micah, as though he were not there at all. The lion tried waving his paws in front of Reggie's face, but to no avail. This was alarming.
Another figure stood a few feet away, their identity concealed for now, the voice echoing. "He won't react to you...he's been told not to." Micah thrust his paw into his pocket.
Click.
The figure remained where he was. "It's so nice when people do as they're told, isn't it? Makes things so much easier for everyone. Even better when they enjoy following orders...just like Reggie here." He stepped forward.
It was Mark, the lean cheetah he had hypnotized and been fooling around with for weeks, also strangely nude in the cool barn. Except, something felt very different about him. He wasn't the meek and mild pet Micah knew him to be. In fact, this Mark seemed to have a presence even larger than the lion, despite being a fraction of Micah's size.
"You have no idea what you're into now, Micah. Your situation is barely better than Reggie here. That is, if you really value your free will, which isn't worth much once you see what you can get in exchange."
"What are you talking about Mark?" The lion asked. "And what are you doing here? And how do you know Reggie? And what's wrong with him?" Micah turned to look at the raccoon, still standing there, doing absolutely nothing while being completely nude.
"Stop playing ignorant Micah. You know that I have control over him right now. You've done it too...He told me about it. About how you had the tape recorder...About how you were going to meet Gerald. You don't really think that you've done anything you weren't supposed to?"
This did not go as Micah planned.
But there was a way out. Micah began to concentrate, and he knew, as if someone had flicked a light on inside him. He knew the color and energy his eyes now had. And he turned to look at the cheetah. "Mark...you will explain everything."
Mark just laughed.
"No, Micah. My master...Your master...will explain." The cheetah moved forward. "Take off your clothes and on your knees, Micah."
Instantly, the lion felt himself peel off his clothing, leaving him as nude as the others, and kneel down in front of Mark, suddenly filled with fear. Mark stepped to the side as another figure moved forward. A lanky and tall grey wolf with a wide scruff, a small bandage on his right paw. A total and complete stranger to the lion. He felt fear surge through him. Had the strings been pulled entirely by this unknown figure? Was he doomed to serve someone whose name was nothing except "Master?"
"Micah..." He said, "My little lion...yes, you will be perfect..."
Micah began to feel the words echo in his mind. No! He thought. I can't let him do this to me! "You...Mark s-said you'd explain..."
The wolf smirked. "True...but an ignorant slave is a happy slave. I have no reason to elaborate. Mark spoke out of line."
The cheetah took a knee. "Apologies, Master."
"But...but why? Why do you...Why can you?" Micah eked out.
"Why can I control you now? Simple, my little lion. I was there...I gave you the ability to serve."
Mark moved over to Micah's ear and whispered. "I had fun fooling around Micah...but your eyes don't let you control me...They let Master and his slaves control you..." The cheetah practically giggled as he backed away again.
Suddenly, the wolf stepped forward, Micah now painfully aware of his proximity to his Master's groin. No! He didn't just use that word. He couldn't have. He doesn't even know this wolf. He can't be his Master.
"You...you were there? How? I...I've never seen you before..."
The wolf sighed. "Such a strong will...I suppose you won't give yourself to me until you understand. Look at my face, my lion..."
Micah looked up, staring into the eyes of this stranger, and instantly knew.
He could see the wolf in his uniform, the first time they met at that very barn. He was debriefed..."The only reason we came around was from old Mrs. Mckraken." He had said. "Lives about 500 feet south o' here. Claimed somebody in a blue Pontiac was speeding." But Mrs. Mckraken was on vacation. She wasn't home. She couldn't have made the call. He knew to come.
Then something else popped into his mind. He was at the prison, walking into the visitor's room. The wolf's face was hidden, but he was standing guard at the door, his wide scruff recognizable.
Then Micah thought about his talk with Gerald. There was a reflection in the glass. The wolf was holding a syringe, and placed his grey paw on Micah's shoulder.
He knew now...he was there. His master was there...No! Not again. He had to fight it. "Mark...why Mark?"
The wolf smirked, "The willing are the easiest to persuade. My closest slave Mark is gay, but the poor boy never could admit his sexuality to anyone. Trembled at the thought of telling anyone...until he found me."
Mark piped up. "Master found me after the last game of the season. He told me he knew my problem...He helped me become better...happier...Just like you will be, Micah."
No...it won't make him happy. It can't. Not something so degrading... "But...Reggie..."
The wolf knew where he was going. "Reggie's mother is hardly home, and Mark informed me of his introverted nature. This made him a prime candidate as a slave, and a perfect way to test your ability to control others, my lion."
"M-my...my ability?"
"Yes, Micah, you're going to help me find more slaves to love me...to worship me..."
"Gerald...where's Gerald?"
"Gerald is sadly disposed of at the moment. He may not leave his home, for he disobeyed. He will receive more conditioning later, and realize his passion for me, just as you will."
It couldn't be...he couldn't be this. He didn't want it.
But then another voice arose. Maybe it would. He would serve his master. It would make him happy. He could be with Mark and Reggie...and Gerald...He could taste his master's wonderful body anytime he wanted...
And then he could feel it. The wolf's hard member was fractions of an inch away from his mouth. He felt a craving for it, just to taste it.
But there were questions. "But...how...why?"
The wolf smirked. "A master's degree in psychology can get you far, my kitty. Hypnotherapy excited me greatly. I knew that I could find the solution to my problem with it."
"P...Problem?" Micah asked, trying to keep his mouth closed, doing his best to look away from that enticing member.
For the first time, the wolf growled. "No one! No one would love me! I would only ever hear how nice I was! Every guy I ever talked to didn't want me. I was just a friend...I wanted love...I needed love! But no one would offer it...And I knew that if no one would give it to me, I had to take it."
If the lion weren't so involved with his desire for the wolf, he would have gasped. "T-take it?" He asked again, using the questions to remain sane.
"It's easy to receive love when you can command someone to give it to you." The wolf said simply. "Mark gave it to me first, with help. Then came Gerald and Reggie...and now you, Micah. You will love me."
No...the focus had returned to him. He had to get it off. "Why isn't Mark enough?"
"I am greedy, my lion...but that is enough...you will love me now. You will obey."
Micah felt it slip away there. At that word. He knew what he was at that moment. He knew the devotion he felt for the wolf now. His master. His caretaker. His lover. He heard the word, "Suck." And leaned forward, placing his muzzle around the wolfmeat in front of him, moaning as he tasted his master for the first time. It was wonderful, like nothing else. He heard faint commands and names, and the rustling of footsteps.
He felt something at his rear. Someone had bent down and started rimming him, his tongue flicking in and out and around his pucker, sending wave after wave of pleasure through his body as he continued to suck and lick the delicious shaft of the wolf.
He heard a few moans from his master and felt validated, just as he felt a mouth on his own growing member. Someone else, perhaps Reggie, was there, mimicking the movements that he was making on his master's cock. Micah heard more moans from his master and kept going, his tongue moving along the underside of the wolf's member. He let out a moan himself from the combination of the tongue at his rear and the mouth on his shaft.
They continued, the lion strangely the center of attention for his apparent initiation. The wolf panted faster and faster, Micah reaching up and groping his sac as he bobbed back and forth on the cock, gasping and moaning, feeling nothing but bliss for serving his master.
And then the wolf let out a cry of passion and pleasure, the lion feeling the seed flow into his mouth and savoring the taste of his master, licking every last drop from the member until it was dry.
The wolf looked down at the obedient lion. "Reggie, Mark, leave us. Mark, you may use Reggie as you wish." Mark grinned, and led the coon out of sight. They didn't go far, as moans were heard from outside the barn almost seconds after.
Micah's master looked at him once more, smiling. "My little kitty...lay on the ground, face down. Your master is going to take you."
Micah grinned, "Yes sir!" He immediately took the position he was commanded to, lifting his tail in the air, the hay actually cushioning the lion as the wolf descended over him, the formerly-spent member already revitalized and pressing against his tailhole. Micah shuddered, relaxing his rear as the wolf slipped in.
The lion was reminded of when Gerald penetrated him in the barn that night, and how amazing it felt to have something so large and warm in such a sweetly sensitive area. This time, though, it felt thousands of times better. His master's shaft was so much larger and longer and commanding. He could feel the cock sinking in until the wolf was hilted.
Then, the wolf started a slow rhythm, moving in and out at a steady pace, feeling every inch sink in and be pulled back out. It was pure bliss for the lion now. He moaned loudly, and the wolf sped up, going faster, panting quicker.
Micah could hear his moans mix with Reggie's and Mark's. Three slaves and their master in the throes of passion. Surely there was nothing better than this.
Again and again, he felt his strong and powerful master move in and out of him, eliciting gasps and moan from his lion pet, now a submissive and obedient kitty for the wolf, a shadow of what he could have been. Each thrust into his rear put him further into his new place, enforcing the feeling of subservience.
He could feel his master's knot now growing and pushing at his rear. The lion knew that ultimate bliss was merely moments away. The cementing of his role would come. Very soon.
"My little kitty...it's time...know your place...when I climax...You will be mine..." The wolf told him. Micah felt one last twinge of rebellion, something that told him this wasn't right, but it was quickly shoved deep inside him. It did not belong in the presence of his master.
Then, he felt a strong push against his rear, and in a few seconds of intense pleasure, he felt the knot slide inside him, his master releasing his second load into his slave. Micah let out a loud moan, his own member releasing his seed onto the ground.
A few moments of afterglow, and things suddenly became hazy for the lion. He felt sleepy, starting to drift off.
But then, a muffled noise, no doubt louder to others who were more aware, but Micah was still in a heavy bliss. Words were being exchanged, and he felt his master pull out of him, sending another wave of pleasure through him. He moaned. Then, more words.
"Out of the way...or I'll...your other paw!"
There was another muffled reply by his master. Then a slightly sickening thud. Then in his blurred vision, the lion saw something red...
"Get up. Your master wishes you to come this way..."
So he stood up, wavering like a drunk as he followed the red blur for a few feet, but then the fatigue overtook him, and he fell forward, everything going black.
Micah awoke on his stomach, still thinking he was in the barn, and rolled to the side, and fell two feet onto carpet. He sat up, groaning, noticing his change of environment.
He was now in someone's living room, and had just fallen off of a couch, where he had been placed to sleep. The room was mildly decorated, comfortable furniture in a circle, and was somewhat small, taking up most of the home, which looked to be an apartment.
But none of that mattered. Micah only cared about one thing. "Master?" He asked the empty room. "Where are you?"
"You do not have a master, Micah."
In came a red and white fox, one he knew from before. The fox had a name, and he belonged to the same master, but could not recall. The fox sat down across from him, and Micah glared defiantly. "I do have a master! I belong to him. You must return me to him immediately!"
"You do not, Micah. You are so much more than someone else's property. You must know that. Think of your friends, your family...they know you are more. I know you are more."
Micah scowled lightly. "You...you were master's...but you wouldn't talk that way if you were still his..."
The fox nodded. "I was that wolf's pet. But I was filled with a desire for more. You have so much to live for, Micah. Don't allow yourself to be imprisoned by this. Fight it. You are not property. Surely you felt it...you want to be free. Don't let that go."
"I...I'm not property..."
"That's right. You don't have to obey. You have your own will. You have the ability to do what you want."
What I want... The lion thought, _What do I want?
I...want to be free._
Then it all came back, flooding back into his mind like water from a broken dam. The wolf, his plan, the syringe, the police cruiser at the barn. He remembered who it was in front of him, and instantly reached forward, embracing the fox.
"Gerald...thank you..." He said, tearing up.
Gerald gently hugged back, "Call me Gerry, Micah..."
Micah sat back and looked in wonder around him. "So, this is where you live?"
"Yes, with my brother. He's a few years older than I am, and we share the place. He's away on buisness for a few months now. Just got a promotion."
"Did he ever know about...us?"
"No, that happened a few days after he left."
"Gerry...what happened? When it was you?"
Gerald growled. "When that bastard and his cuddly little cheetah broke in and attacked me? No...it doesn't deserve repeating. What's important is that we're both back to our normal selves."
"But wait...how did you escape his control?"
"After I...'failed' at the barn, I was supposed to stay here until I was out of the public eye again so I could be put to better use. What that asshole didn't know was that seeing so many pictures of my brother and my family would trigger something...something he thought he removed.
"Once I felt it becoming stronger, I felt my loyalty and obedience waning, but I don't think I could have come this far if I didn't regret doing that to you before. I...just want to apologize sincerely this time. Before it was just a trick, I was supposed to keep you focused on me so he could inject you...but now, I really do want to apologize. If I hadn't done that, you would be fine right now...
He couldn't continue, guilt stopping his speech. Micah instantly spoke. "I forgive you, Gerry...It's not your fault, but I'd forgive you even if it was."
It was Gerald's turn to embrace the lion, and Micah hugged back lightly. "So what now?" The lion asked. "We have to stop him, don't we?"
Gerald let go. "Yeah, but we don't have any evidence. I figure that they might have left something at the barn though, and they should be gone by now. Let me grab your clothes so you can get dressed, and then I'll get my jacket."
Jacket. Jacket pocket. The plan.
Micah remembered. "Gerry! Did you grab my jacket from the barn?"
Gerald tilted his head, "Yeah, why?"
Micah grinned. "Forget the barn. We have evidence."
"No one! No one would love me! I would only ever hear how nice I was! Every guy I ever talked to didn't want me. I was just a friend...I wanted love...I needed love! But no one would offer it...And I knew that if no one would give it to me, I had to take it. It's easy to receive love when you can command someone to give it to you."
The voice echoed in the interrogation room. Two uniformed officers, a female lynx and a male tiger listened intently. Micah stood in blue jeans and a jacket around a t-shirt. He reached over to the table and turned off the tape recorder, which he had bought and stowed in his jacket hours earlier. "It's just...technicalities after that. Too much moaning to discern any words."
The lynx sighed. "I was afraid of something like this. We'll have to keep it quiet as long as possible. Always thought something was wrong with Samuels. I'm fairly positive that was him, but we'll run a voice match to make sure."
The tiger crossed his arms. "Never could trust the guy. I'm surprised that coach let him on the force."
Micah looked at them both. "You guys can have the recorder...Can I go? I have someone waiting for me."
The lynx nodded. "Do you wish to remain anonymous?"
Micah thought for a moment. "To everybody except him," He nodded to the tape, meaning Samuels. "Tell him it was me that gave it to you."
The tiger looked concerned. "You sure? If he gets off, he might come after you."
Micah opened the door. "He's too much of a coward to do that...and I want him to know how easy something can be lost if you take it by force..."
The lion stepped into the lobby of the police station, and saw Gerald stand up expectantly. Micah merely nodded and smiled, and they walked out into the cold night together.
"Gerry?" asked the lion, "How old are you?"
Gerald responded absent-mindedly, "19. You?"
Micah said, "18..."
"Why, Mike?"
"Well...I know we didn't exactly start off great, but...well, I used to be straight until that day...what I mean is..."
"I used to be straight too, Mike...and I'd really like to spend more time with you."
Micah smiled. "Thanks...Want some coffee?"
Gerald sighed happily. "I'd love some."
Three months later, two days after his sentencing, former Sergeant Joseph Samuels was sentenced to life in prison after pleading guilty to three counts of rape and one count of breaking and entering.
He was led into the prison facilities, past the very rooms he used to guard, and was ferried into a cell.
He sat down, contemplating his new life, and looked over at his new cellmate. An older coyote looking back at him. "So," He said, "What brings you here?"
They conversed for a while, discussing their previous lives and the causes for their current situation. Soon, the coyote yawned. "Damn idjits have been keeping me up all night."
Samuels smirked, "I know something that might help. I know hypnotherapy."
The coyote shrugged. "Anything to get some sleep around here."
The wolf moved closer. "All you need to do is close your eyes and relax..."
The coyote complied, and Samuels continued. "Feel everything melt away...feel your cares and worries drift off as you fall deeper and deeper into a wonderfully relaxed sleep. Nothing present but my voice...focus only on my voice. Feel your will slipping away...all you want to do is sleep. Just sleep...Listen to my voice...to my words..."
Samuels grinned.
"And obey."
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Holy crap that took forever. Damn jobs and travelling that gets in the way of my sexy stories. As I said, that's the end, unless I decide to come back and work with these characters again, but it seems unlikely. Hope you have enjoyed, and whether you have or haven't please leave a comment to help me bring even better stories to you folks.