Deon's Ordeal- Chapter 3: Clues
#3 of Deon's Ordeal
A few hours later, when Garrick finally returns, Deon has pretty much memorized what the room looks like. The bed is in the center of the wall facing the door, with a closet to his left and a dresser to his right. A small TV sits on a small table in the right- hand corner by the door. Deon closes his eyes, hoping Garrick won't be interested in him right now. He can hear Garrick and Van arguing.
"I told you not to touch him until I was back!"
"I couldn't help it. He was just lying there naked. You know how that affects me."
Garrick slaps Van. "Well, you'll just need to learn how to control your damned cock!"
Deon hears footsteps coming toward the room. 'Damn it...'
Garrick pushes the door open and storms over to Deon, punching him in the face. "You're MY bitch. Mine! Got that? Never do anything without my permission!"
"He forced me!"
Garrick punches him again. "I don't care! Never do it again!" He walks over and closes the door, then strip and rolls Deon onto his stomach.
'No... Please don't...'
Garrick shoves his dick into Deon's tail hole, causing Deon to whimper in pain. "Oh, shut up and take it. I've fucked you harder." Garrick bites his ear, drawing blood, as he reaches back and pushes a finger into his own hole, moaning loudly. "Ah yeah... You're a much better fuck than Van. You're a lot tighter." He moves his hand under Deon and starts rubbing his sheath.
Deon tenses. 'Please no...'
"Come on, Deon. I'm trying to let you enjoy this. The least you could do is moan a little for me."
The only sound Deon makes is whimpering.
"Good enough." Garrick smiles as he feels Deon getting hard. "I knew you enjoyed this." Garrick starts thrusting harder. "How's this?"
Moments later, Deon is completely solid and starts moaning softly. 'I'm sorry Gray... I'm so sorry...' Pre-cum starts leaking onto Garrick's paw.
Garrick lifts Deon onto his knees, making it easier for him to stroke Deon's shaft.
Deon starts rocking against Garrick, pushing him further in. "Ahh..."
Garrick strokes harder. "That's it. Oh yeah..." He lets out a howl as orgasms, shoving his whole length into Deon.
Deon lets out a howl of his own as his cum shoots all over the bed.
Garrick pulls out and Deon collapses on the bed. "Well, that was better than I remember it, Deon. Thanks." He puts his clothes back on and leaves the room.
"What have I done..." Deon whispers. 'Gray... I hope you'll forgive me... I didn't mean for this to happen.' Tears starts streaming through his fur as he sobs, eventually falling asleep.
Gray sits in his room at his parents' house crying. Several holes had been punched in his wall. "How could I let this happen? I knew he wasn't safe as long as Garrick is still out there."
Gray's father, Mack, stands in the living room, pacing. Gray's mother, Naomi, sighs. "Will you sit down? You're making me nervous."
"I'm sorry. Gray just destroyed his wall, and now he's crying, and I have a missing persons case to investigate involving my son's boyfriend. How do you think that makes me feel?"
Naomi embraces Mack. "I know. I'm worried, too. I can't imagine what poor Deon's going through. And don't start telling me what usually happens to victims who have been kidnapped. I don't want to think about it."
They hear a thump and a crash as Gray throws his lamp against the wall. Mack growls. "I wish he'd stop that. That's going to cost a lot to fix."
"I'll go talk to him." Naomi heads upstairs and knocks on the door. "Gray, can I come in?"
Gray opens the door. "What?" he growls.
"I know this is hard for you. Your father is doing everything he can to find Deon."
"Then why is he here? Why isn't he out looking?"
"Gray, you know these things take time-"
"Deon doesn't have time! Garrick tried to kill him once! If we don't find him, Deon is going to be killed!"
Mack comes up the stairs. "Then you find him! You know more about this guy than I do. If you think you can do better, do it."
"Fine!" Gray storms past them, down the stairs, and out the door. He gets in his car and speed off toward Garrick's apartment. 'If nothing else, I might find something he left behind. Hopefully something that'll tell me where he is now.'
A few minutes later, he pulls into the parking garage of Garrick's apartment building. He heads up to Gartick's apartment and tries opening it. It's locked. 'Of course. I don't know why I thought it might be open.' He looks around to make sure no one is in the hall, them pulls out a lock pick and starts working on the lock. After a few moments, he opens the door. 'Now, where would he keep a list of friends and contacts?' He walks into the bedroom and checks the nightstand. Sitting in the drawer is an address book. 'It can't be that easy.' He opens it and flips through the pages. Names and addresses are scribbled in almost illegible handwriting. 'I didn't think so. I can barely read this.' Gray noticed little notes written by some of the names. 'He likes to keep track of how good each of them are in bed...' Next to the name Van Grear is a note that catches Gray's attention.
Best fuck since Deon.
Gray growls, but smiles to himself. 'This has to be where he's staying. I just hope my dad doesn't kill me for this.' He pockets the book and leaves the apartment.