Tales From Patches Bar - Chapter One -
Tales from Patches' Bar Chapter One - A Fateful Mistake (c) Cederwyn Whitefurr 9th February, 2012 All Rights Reserved.
Arkellian, Arkie as his closest friends called him, stood waiting patiently, his furred muzzle not showing the slightest hint of the nervousness that ravage this young Grey furred wolf, as the Ursine at the bar glanced from the identification to the wolf, then back to the identification. Arkellian held his resolve, dressed in pale grey slacks and a white smart casual shirt, he tried to exude the confidence he felt, knowing deep in his mind, that he wasn't anywhere near the age as listed on his false ID.
After what felt like an eternity, the bear grunted non-committally and handed the ID back, his dark eyes looking the wolf up and down, almost making Arkellian tremble in fear. This bear Arkellian thought to himself, must stand at least eight feet tall, and built like a bulldozer covered in fur - Arkellian swallowed involuntarily, knowing this ursine could probably snap Arkellian's slender furred body in two like a twig, if he was so inclined.
"Twenty one my arse - " Grunted the bear, then gave Arkellian a wink and gestured at the door. "Here's a tip son, whoever you bought this fake ID from...tell them they're dreaming. I didn't see you, I don't know you, and you better keep yourself in line...or you'll answer to me...."
Arkellian hurriedly slid the fake ID into his back pocket and slipped into the bar, still trying to hold his false mask of bravado and courage. Inside, he found the bar filled with humans and anthro's, who sat at the bar, on leather chairs along the walls in narrow, dimly lit alcoves and some wandered about - playing pool on one of the many tables, or just generally socialising. A thick heady haze of smoke hovered like an inversion layer near the bar's ceiling, and Arkellian tried not to cough - unaccustomed to such conditions.
He never made eye contact with any of the bar patrons, some favoured the young wolf with a quick glance, and that was it. Most ignored him outright, he was just another person in the bar, and they turned back to their drinks and conversations, hardly noticing the wolf, who swallowed and glanced around. Arkellian had never imagined he'd get anywhere past the bouncer at the front of the bar - but he had to try - and now he was inside, fear and pleasure fought within him, as he slowly made his way to the bar and sat down on a old leather bound stool.
"Whats your poison?" Come the friendly chuckle from the Dalmatian barman, as he scrubbed at a glass with a thin hand-towel.
"A...a beer please - " Arkellian muttered, keeping his head downcast.
"Sure...." Smirked the barkeep, as he produced a glass and poured the beer, watching as the rich, creamy head foamed up and over, then setting it on the bar before Arkellian. "Four fifty thanks..."
Arkellian reached back for his wallet, when suddenly he felt a strong, muscular paw land on his shoulder. With a startled yelp, he twisted about and gasped, looking into the dark eyes of a Kangaroo, who stood behind him, its paw gripping Arkellian's shoulder - the sharp, stubby claws pricking through the thin material of the shirt.
"Put it on my tab Patches - " Grunted the kangaroo, then smiled at Arkellian and pet the wolf's quivering shoulder.
"Sure Blackie - " Snickered the Dalmatian, as he wandered up the bar to serve another customer.
"I - " Arkellian began, then swallowed and felt his ears flattening against his neck.
"Take your beer, and come with me - " Spoke the kangaroo, his voice rich and deep, but a hint of malice behind it.
Arkellian didn't know what to do, as he wrapped his furred fingers around the beer glass and followed this dark furred Kangaroo back to a dim corner. Sitting himself down, the kangaroo picked up Arkellian's beer, then took a deep swallow, using the back of a black furred paw to wipe the foam from his lips.
"Son, you're either incredibly stupid - or incredibly brave...I think its the later - " Snorted the kangaroo, as he set the beer down before him.
Arkellian slithered into the seat opposite this imposing looking buck, and nervously glanced at him. The kangaroo stared back, unblinking, as Arkellian noticed the pale white from under the kangaroo's muzzle, down his chest, which disappeared into the dark shirt he wore. His predominant colour was a dark brown, with an odd black muzzle stripe either side of his upper muzzle, ending just above his bottom lip. His whiskers twitched slightly, as he lay his ears partly back and snorted, sizing up the young wolf in a quick glance, then sipping the beer again.
"You college kids don't know nothing - " Blacktail growled, leaning closer.
Arkellian swallowed, feeling intimidated by this powerfully muscled kangaroo, who looked Arkellian up and down again, then rolled his eyes and shook his head, long ears flapping slowly from side to side.
"Let me guess - fake ID and...what? You come here, thinking to act all big and bad - and make a name for yourself son? Come here to impress some girlfriend? Trying to get into some apathetic fraternity..."
Arkellian cringed under the merciless questioning of this buck, whose dark eyes seemed to be staring into Arkellian's very soul.
"The names Blacktail, you...my foolish young pup...will call me Mister Blacktail, do you understand?" Whispered the kangaroo, as he reached out and laid a paw on Arkellian's, then squeezed tight.
Arkellian moaned, instantly regretting coming here, then felt the powerful strength of the kangaroo's grasp - knowing he could probably snap the bones in Arkellian's paw if he wished.
"Yes sir - " Arkellian whispered.
"Good...your parents taught you manners at least - " Blacktail grunted, then sipped the beer again. "Now, why in the nine hells, are you here pup? We don't like your kind here...you big college-types, think the world owes you and you know better... Bah, son, listen up, this advice will save your life one day...don't come to places like this - ever. A young fella like yourself...my gods - you have any idea, the sorts of people that frequent a place like this?"
"No...sir - " Arkellian whimpered, eyes widening and ears flattening.
"Be glad I found you when I did - there's some here...well - a cute young pup like yourself - "
Arkellian moaned and flinched, as he felt a narrow foot pressed firmly into his groin beneath the table, and he tried to snatch his paw away - but the kangaroo squeezed it painfully tight.
"Make a cry...and I'll break your paw in six places...." Growled the buck threateningly.
Arkellian bit back his frightened whimper, and stared up at the buck, who gently released Arkellian's paw, but kept his left foot firmly against Arkellian's groin - where he slowly began rubbing, using the strong paw pads on his long foot against Arkellian's groin.
"Cute little puppy like you - you're...what? Sixteen at most?" Blacktail whispered, keeping Arkellian's gaze locked on his own.
"Eighteen and a half...sir - " Arkellian whimpered nervously.
"My...I must be going blind in my old age...you certainly don't look a day over seventeen at best - must be a good pedigree you come from..."
"Sir...I should be going - they..." Arkellian swallowed and flicked his eyes nervously to the door.
Pressing his foot harder against Arkellian's groin, Blacktail leered and felt the young wolf's penis slowly firming. Arkellian fought the instincts - but he was powerless to command his body to stop responding.
"Oh...you'll be going alright young wolf...with me. I let you out of here, one of the sick bastards who haunts this place...well...I won't tell you what they'd do, but you wouldn't enjoy it...."
Arkellian whimpered again, eyes widening and a tremble running down his spine, as the kangaroo's implied warning sank deep.
"Hey...Patches...ring up the tab - I'm off for the night..." Blacktail snarled, and the Dalmatian looked from Blacktail to the young wolf, then back again, before he chuckled and worked out Blacktail's bar tab.
Placing a muscular arm over the young wolf's shoulder, Blacktail dropped a few twenty dollar bills on the bar, which Patches stuffed into the cash register, then slammed it closed.
"Have a good night Blacktail - " Patches chuckled, tipping the kangaroo with a knowing wink.
Arkellian swallowed, fearfully wondering what on earth he had gotten himself into. A few of the barflies watched the frightened young wolf, and the older, more grizzled kangaroo buck, and they exchanged knowing glances, before turning back to their drinks...and quiet conversations. As they reached the door, Blacktail placed an old and battered Akubra hat on his head, his ears slipping through the notches, before he tightened his grasp on the sniffling Arkellian's shoulder and led him from the bar....
"Night Mr. Blacktail - " Snickered the Ursine, as he raised an eyebrow at the nervous wolf the kangaroo was escorting. "I'd never have guessed...."
With a dry throaty chuckle, Blacktail winked at the bear, then he began marching Arkellian down the block.
"Sir...please - I...I didn't..." Arkellian whimpered, his fear growing by the second.
"Son, listen to me - you either willingly - or unwillingly, walked into a bar for...well...shall we say - discerning - gentlemen, and some, not so discerning. Its a bar, where those of a certain sexual persuasion...meet and seek out...how can I say this delicately - companionship..." Blacktail growled, leaning close and whispering in Arkellian's ears. "Now, you've been...claimed - as it were, by me. I don't know if you entered of your own accord, improbably as it may seem - as you're not the regular...type of person, if I can be indelicate - we get in there. I can either make this as pleasant for you, as anything you've ever imagined - or as cruel and violent...as your worst nightmares."
"I...I'm not a...." Arkellian moaned.
"Oh, don't get me started pup - I smelt your scent the second I laid my foot on your groin. You're not...shall I say...inexperienced...."
"You...how did you - " Arkellian moaned, his ears flattening in shame.
"Trust me puppy..." Grinned the buck teasingly. "I've been around the block a few times - little, subtle things alerted me. The way you walked - oh, don't misunderstand - to most people, they wouldn't look twice - to one such as me...well - you were good, almost masked it - but not good enough. I can teach you...but first - I'll teach you something else...."
Pausing outside a domicile, that looked like a converted shop-front that had seen better days, the kangaroo winked and produced almost as if by magic, a silver chain, with a key attached. He dexterously used one paw to unlock the thick padlock on the door, then turned the knob and with the other paw, pushed Arkellian inside, then stepped up behind the terrified young wolf, wrapping both paws around his waist, then kicking the door closed with a loud bang, the lock snapping closed.
To Be Continued....