Self Control
Ragnis followed the boy down the street, following him home, back to where the young lion would inevitably go to bed, fall asleep. He watched as the young Thomas looked behind him, sensing Ragnis' presence. As always, he saw nothing, and kept moving. Ragnis floated higher, above Thomas, his demon form invisible to the lion's eyes. He'd been stalking Thomas for months, it was time to finally make his move. He hated it when people squandered their opportunities out of fear.
"G'night, mom," said Thomas, dragging his tired feet up the stairs. "Can I sleep in Vicky's room while she's away?" he whined, not wanting to again climb into the bottom bunk beneath his brother. He hated sharing his space with somebody else. He was seventeen already, didn't that mean he deserved his own bed?
"No. Go to bed, Tom," his mother replied, not turning from the television.
"Can I go to Nick's?" he asked. His best friend lived just next door. He often spent his Friday and Saturday nights at Nick's house. The two hardly ever slept, rather, just stayed up talking every night, about anything. When it came down to it, Thomas didn't like anybody in his world as much as he liked Nick.
"No! It's a school night," she said.
Thomas sighed and continued up the stairs, trudging alone in his baggy t-shirt and loose pajama pants. The boy walked into the room, saw his younger brother sleeping on the bed and stopped. Thomas blinked... why had he stopped? He tried to move, but couldn't. He looked down to his feet, seeing if they were stuck, but it wasn't just his feet. He couldn't move his arms, either! Mom? He tried to call out, to no avail. His mouth moved, but no words came out. Panicking he tried to force his legs to move with all of his might, and he tried to yell for help, but nothing worked. Was he passing out? Was something wrong with him? He kept asking the question, but, he didn't get an answer.
"Come with me," he heard. Thomas didn't recognize the voice, or where it came from, but it sounded old, male and mean. While his body wasn't responding to himself as its master, it certainly responded to the voice. Without telling his feet to do so they turned him around and walked him towards Vicky's room. He tried to stop himself, to cry out for help again, but all that came of it was his arm reaching out and opening the door. He found himself in his sister's pink room, still unable to speak.
His feet walked him to a large, large stand-up mirror near the bed. His head and eyes both forced him to stare over himself. Thomas was frightened beyond belief... he was possessed by a ghost, no doubt! He tried to scream, but, again, nothing happened.
"You do what I tell, you see what I tell, I see what you see... I feel what you feel..." came that voice.
Thomas gulped as the door slammed shut unexpectedly.
"There," the voice said, "scream."
"Help!" Thomas yelled, "Help me! Mom! Narat!"
There was no response.
"See," said the voice, "No-one will hear you. Just me and you, Tom, and you're just here to watch and feel."
"Who are you?!"
"Name's Ragnis," the demon said, "and you... your name is Tom," he said, "and I know a lot about you. I just want to see a little more," he said.
Thomas watched, in horror, his paws lowering down to his pants. He saw and felt his left paw grab his crotch and rub strongly completely against his will. "Stop!" he screamed, fighting back tears. He knew it wasn't his paw doing it, it was that... thing's, it belonged to whoever controlled him. It wasn't right. "P-Please, stop, I'll give you whatever you want!" he pleaded.
"You are," said Ragnis.
Thomas saw his right paw go to the side of his pajamas, hooking in under the waistband. The lion didn't like the thought of watching himself when he was by himself, let alone knowing that some otherworldly creature was seeing it, too. The lion's pajamas were pushed town. Thomas tried to turn away from his naked lower half, but, the demon was looking at his exposed balls with sheathe and tufts of pubic fur, so, he was as well. Ragnis made his arms quickly pulled of his t-shirt, showing off his body to himself. "Mom!" he screamed again.
"I'm blocking all sound," Ragnis whispered.
Thomas was stood up straight, arms at his side, staring all over his body. He felt disgust by looking at himself, even with the nicely toned muscles all over. It was wrong, and it was absolutely depraved for somebody else to make him do that.
Ragnis finally turned the naked boy away from the mirror and calmly walked the lion to his sister's dresser. "Know what's in here?" he asked.
Thomas shook his head, "No, and I'm not looking!" he said. "Let. Me. Go!"
Thomas's arms were reached out. The boy was forced to pull open her second-highest dresser... her personals. He again tried to look away, but, he couldn't. He unwillingly gazed over her underwear, her vast collection of panties of every sort. He saw himself pull out one, a bright red silk pair of panties, and then dug his paw down underneath one of the piles. He pulled out first a tube of something, he didn't catch what it said on the front, then he pulled out a large, black rubber thing that looked like a penis.
"Do you know what these are?" asked Ragnis, as he made the boy flop down on his sister's bed with the items in paw.
"No," he replied, sounding fearful above all else. His head was turned to look in the mirror.
"This..." Ragnis said, holding up the tube, "... is lubricant." Ragnis made the boy watch his paws closely as he took the large dildo and opened the tube. He squeezed the tube and watched the clear, sticky substance pour out onto the penis-like object. After completely emptying the lube on the dildo he threw the empty tube away, and took the thing in both paws. He used his right paw to smear the lubricant all over the dildo, making it wet and shiny all over, having no idea of why he was being made to do it. When it was completely shiny he was made to look up at the mirror again. He turned over onto all fours and looked at himself from under and between his legs, giving himself a strangely arousing picture of his well-exposed ass and his dangling, furry ballsac.
Thomas gulped, "You can let me go now," he said, guiding the dildo to behind him, growing more fearful of what was about to happen. "Please don't make me do anything, please, I don't want to..."
"Yes, you do," Ragnis replied, sounding tired. "I've been in your mind for so long, Thomas, I know you more than anybody. I know more than you do. The point of this... is to prove... that..." he said, slowing down as he guided Thomas's paws to push the cold, wet dildo up underneath his tail, "... you'll love it."
Thomas shivered and stared. Even if he could look away, he wouldn't have. He was staring at the dildo curiously. He knew it was going to get pushed inside of him, he knew he was going to be forced to penetrate himself with his sister's dildo. He was afraid, but he wasn't as repulsed as he thought he should be.
"Hold still," Ragnis teased.
Thomas felt himself push the tip of the cold, wet dildo against his tailhole, pushing it with more the more force, until it was sliding his tailhole apart to let it in. "It's cold!" he cried, still watching his body defile himself. His tail raised so he could better see what was happening - that was Thomas controlling it, not Ragnis. With a crying gasp Ragnis made him jerk the dildo forward, completely burying the fake cockhead inside of him. Thomas shivered violently and tried to pull his paws off of the phallus, to take it out, but he couldn't. His ass clenched down on it as tightly as he could, trying to force it out, but that only made it hurt more. Thomas gulped and tried to relax himself, letting his tailhole unclench to keep the pain away.
"Good lion," he said.
Thomas clenched his teeth shut to keep quiet. He, under the control of the demon, pushed the dildo in slowly, but, failed to give any breaks. All the lion could do was stare in a sickening fascination with the dildo disappearing into his behind. It was an intense feeling, having a dildo inside of him, one that was painful and pleasurable at the same time. Did that mean he was gay? Was that what Ragnis was talking about? When the dildo was firmly hilted inside of him, he was allowed to just stay there, bent over in the doggy-position, staring at himself. His paws kept the dildo inside of him, still.
"How does it feel?" asked Ragnis.
"You know," groaned Thomas, "You're the one who's... doing it..."
"Yes, but I love the feeling... are you understanding that you do too?" Ragnis asked.
Thomas's rest broke when his paws moved. They pulled the dildo out a few inches, then, pushed it back in, eliciting a deep groan from the lion.
"I think you do," the demon whispered.
Thomas watched as his paws quickly went to work on the lubricated dildo. Faster than Thomas had hoped, his paws took hold of the base of the dildo and started fucking him with it. The boy wanted to close his eyes and just concentrate on trying to cope with the incredible feeling of fullness he had inside of him, but, as before he wasn't allowed to take his eyes off of his fucked tailhole. The speed picked up. "Oh, god!" he called out, then groaning at the top of his lungs. In front of his view of the mirror he could see his sheathe swell and his ebony cock push out in response to the dildo firmly thrusting against his prostate.
"See? You do like it," said Ragnis.
Thomas felt one of his paws being taken away from the dildo. While his left still worked on the dildo, fucking him as fast as ever, his right grasped his throbbing, hard cock. With new, reinvigorated moans of pleasure Thomas' paw stroked his cock just as furiously as the dildo was fucking him. The combination was intense. The dildo was filling his ass up, then leaving it almost empty, then filling it up again, grinding against his prostate. The feeling was very, very intense, and filled up his mind. There was almost not enough room for the feelings coming from his stroked cock. Within only a few seconds he felt the pressure building in his cock, in his thighs, in his stomach. He could see in the mirror, his balls were tightening up, readying themselves for release over the sin that was taking place.
Then, the stroking stopped. The dildo kept fucking him, but, his right paw froze, right when Thomas was on the verge of coming. "What?!" cried out Thomas, "Keep going!" he yelled.
"Say please," said the demon.
"Please! Please, let me cum!" he yelled, frantically, his body bouncing back and forth on the dildo. His wish was granted. Without any control from Ragnis, Thomas took his own paw and stroked himself off for Ragnis to see and feel just as much as himself. "Ah!" he yelled. He shoved the dildo deep into his ass and shot his body up. He continued to stroke as his entire body convulsed, spewing ropes and ropes of cum all over the bed, all over the pair of panties he'd brought with him to the bed.
"Now, did you like that?" Ragnis asked, releasing control of the boy.
Thomas, feeling like he was his own master again, stood up and looked in the mirror, then back down at the bed strewn with cum. He'd have to clean it up right away. "Yes," he answered, sheepishly, reaching up behind his tail to pull out the dildo he'd borrowed.
"Good," Ragnis said, "You're going to do exactly what I say, now."
"Where are you?" Thomas asked, looking around the room.
"In your head, still. Unless you want me to control forever, you're going to do what I say, understand?"
Thomas gulped and nodded his head. "Yes," he replied, "I'll do it." He didn't want to lose his life to somebody who could take over everything he did and said. Though, if it was always going to feel that good...
Thomas was out of control again. "What're you doing?" he asked. He picked up the pair of panties. "Oh, no... no, that's hers!" he exclaimed. Nevertheless, he climbed into the small pair of underwear and pulled the messy, lacy fabric up. His cock was still hard, but, he pushed it to lay horizontally inside the pair of panties. "These are too small," he said, looking at the underwear's fit in the mirror. It looked like his tightest pair of briefs with a sausage shoved inside and wet from... well, cum.
"Nick will like them."
"What?!" asked Thomas, the horrified tone back.
"Nick. The lion who lives across the street. The one you always check out."
Thomas clenched his teeth in anger. He didn't check Nick out, he thought.
"Yes, you do. And he checks you out, too. Don't worry. I know what you both like. See, I'm going to get things started off with a bang for you two," Ragnis said.
"What?"
"If you follow the Goddess's plan you won't realize your love for each other until you're both thirty. By that time your sexual prime will be over. I'm just starting things off with a little fun, that's all," said Ragnis. "Give you kids an early, fun start."
Thomas couldn't believe what he was hearing. "No!" he exclaimed. Doing things to Nick? He didn't want to, their friendship was too strong. Ragnis could fuck it all up over stupid sexual desires.
"What, you don't want to? That's just too bad," said Ragnis. "You'll see I'm right. I know just the thing you'll both love."
Thomas's eyes looked over his body, which was decked in only a pair of panties. Against his will he didn't head for the door, no, instead towards the window which faced Nick's across the fench. "N-No!" Thomas yelled. He slid the old window up, letting a breeze of the night air flow into the room. There was no ledge outside of the door, only a branch. "I can't land, we're two storeys up," said the lion, afraid that he was going to jump down.
"Don't worry, you should have more faith in yourself..." was the demon's reply.
Thomas crawled up into the window, perching himself on the windowsill. Thomas looked down to the ground and shivered, imagining himself falling to an untimely death. Or, well, sprained ankles was more likely, but still. "Let me down," he warned. It was then that his powerful legs shot out from underneath him, launching him towards the tree whose branches roughly connected the two houses. Before the boy knew it he was perched delicately on a branch, still high up in the air. "Are you insane?!" he cried out from fear, panting heavily.
"Fairly."
Thomas leapt again, landing on a higher branch. With the full extent of his usually ignored feline agility he crawled across the branch, to make one final leap onto the windowsill of Nick's room. His eyes were cast to peer inside at Nick, who was sleeping completely nude on top of the covers from the heat. The smile on the lion's face was all his. Perched on the windowsill with only his hind paws Thomas raised the window pane up, then, slipped himself into the warm, musky room of his best friend.
The lion looked over his friend in a new light. Nick was a year older, and unlike Thomas, was on the wrestling team. His muscles were well bigger than twice the size of most of the younger lion's. And there Thomas was, being controlled by a demon. He'd sodomized himself, crossdressed himself, and yet still he felt more liberated than ever. Ragnis crawled the boy onto the bed which made Nick stir and groan a little.
"He's going to freak out," said Thomas in a certain voice, straddling overtop of the muscled boy beneath him. "Please don't make me..."
"Have some more faith in him," the demon scoffed.
Nick was waking up. In a quick move Thomas bent down over his friend, putting them muzzle-to-muzzle. Just as Nick's eyes opened in confusion for seeing Thomas, the younger boy pressed their muzzles together in a kiss prompted by Ragnis. The kiss was light, and brief, but it made Nick quiet for when the muzzles parted. Thomas sheepishly smiled, "I'm sorry for this, I can't explain it right now, just please-" he said, before getting cut off by Ragnis forcing his head down to again kiss Nick. This time the kiss was deeper. Their muzzles spread apart and Thomas pushed his tongue down, slipping it into the warm embrace of Nick's maw.
To Thomas's surprise Nick moved his tongue back, wrapping his arms up around the smaller lion, pulling him close.
"Okay. Time to start your little party," said Ragnis.
Thomas tried to keep on kissing his friend, but, he was forced to pull back and purr in a teasing, threatening manner. "Shh," Thomas said, trying to prevent Nick's parents from hearing them. "I'm sorry," he whimpered again.
"For what?" asked Nick, smiling.
"Tell him to sit back and enjoy," Ragnis commanded.
"Please don't freak out," Thomas pleaded instead. It was then that his body rose up and arched back, fully showing himself off to Nick, even the panties. Just as the demon had predicted, Thomas saw Nick's eyes widen in amazement at the silk covering up the smaller lion's loins. Thomas felt Nick's excitement rising against his backside. To his amazement Nick reached out his paw and felt over the front of the panties, rubbing into the bulge in the front, causing Thomas to let out a loud moan. The young lion let it continue for a few moments, but, then Ragnis pulled him away from it.
Thomas got on all fours at the foot of the bed and had his face hovered over Nick's groin. Below him in perfect sight were Nick's cock and his gorgeous, furry, plump set of balls. Was he going to have to suck Nick off?
"Here comes the good part," said Ragnis.
Thomas braced himself. Instead of holding the cock and pulling it up to suck on, though, his face just pushed down, his nosepad nuzzling in against the two orbs. Ragnis made him take a deep, deep breath in through his nose to completely absorb Nick's musk. Thomas moaned and sniffed again, and then again once more before Ragnis made him move again. His maw opened farther than he ever thought it could and his tongue stuck out. With a great sense of worry he guided the large sac into his small maw, sucking the balls in. To his surprise he got them both in, albeit with his jaw stuck wide open.
He could feel Nick shudder around him. His large, muscular thighs were sandwhiching his body, and the shivers of pleasure and uncertainty about what they were doing were felt by Thomas. The young lion responded by sucking on the balls, gently milking them while running his coarse tongue over each orb. This caused Nick to only moan louder, and again to Thomas's surprise, Nick grabbed his cock and started stroking.
"You like sucking on a man's balls, don't you?" asked Ragnis.
Thomas nodded with a whimper of submission. Yes, he loved it. Every breath in was an inhalation of the most wonderful scent. Every move of his maw and tongue sent shivers of pleasure through his best friend's body. How could he not like it?
"Now, for tonight's final act. You're both going to love this," he assured Thomas.
The young lion pulled his maw away from the balls, giving them only a few last licks.
"Wh-what're you doing, Tom?" Nick asked.
Thomas didn't answer right away, instead, he gently took Nick's knees into his paws and lifted them up, exposing Nick's taught behind. "I don't know," Thomas finally said, "I'm sorry-" In a quick, jerking motion, Thomas's face went south. Very south. To Thomas's renewed horror his nosepad was pressed against his best friend's tailhole. He felt the shivers from Nick underneath it. His nosepad dragged up through the crack, letting the musky sweat drip into his nose, forcing his mind to cancel out any thought except sex and Nick. His muzzle rose until his lips were against the tailhole and Nick's large, sopping wet balls were resting on the top of Thomas's muzzle. The young lion shivered, what was he doing there? And why was Nick only stroking off faster? Thomas felt a strange urge to push his tongue forward, just as the dildo had to his own tailhole. It grossed Thomas out. Why would he do that?
"Well?" the demon asked.
Thomas remained speechless. As the sweat continued to build around Nick's groin he smelt more with each passing second, but, he was still there, the place of a person's body you were to be most ashamed of.
"T-Tom? What... are you... doing?" Nick panted.
"Yes, what are you doing? You're in full control now, Tom," Ragnis said. "Leave if you want. Apologize. Go back to the way things were."
Thomas didn't move. He knew he could, but, that smell... even with his control, Thomas gave it away. "I love you," said Thomas, his words muffled by the muscular lion's ass. In a moment his maw split open and his long, rough feline tongue darted forward, shoving itself deep into a slick warmth, tangy from the sweat.
"Oh!" gasped Nick, his entire body shaking. He gripped his cock and held it straight up, stroking even faster.
Thomas didn't know what he was doing, but, he did it all. He swirled his tongue around and pushed it deeper and deeper, exploring the warmth inside Nick's tailhole. His muzzle shoved up against Nick's balls, spreading the wet, sloppy ballsac over his own fur. Thomas closed his eyes and laughed. It was an amazing feeling. His tongue was inside Nick, and it was alright. It was more than alright. Thomas pulled his tongue out a little and shoved it back in, just as he'd learned with the dildo. In no time he was tongue-fucking the older lion, thrusting in and out while swirling it around, all with his eyes closed to focus on the warmth and on the scents coming from Nick.
His only warnings of the end came from Nick's body suddenly holding still and the sudden smell of salt. Thomas opened his eyes when he felt ropes of cum, much like his own, spill down over his face, muzzle and lips with the same amount of force that he had came with earlier. Thomas opened his eyes and saw Nick still stroking. Not only was Thomas's still rimming face covered in Nick's spunk, but, the balls on his muzzle and the thighs around his cheeks and ears were getting splattered with the seed.
After the orgasm finished and the tailhole around his tongue relaxed, Thomas pulled his tongue out and retreated it into his maw. He looked up from the soaked crotch up to Nick, unable to suppress a grin on his face. All on his own he didn't run, no, he crawled up over Nick's body and laid himself down on his side within Nick's enclosing arms.
"What was that?" asked Nick in a light moan.
"I have no idea... I just wanted to do it," Thomas said, resting his seeded face on Nick's shoulder. Thomas's eyes, along with Nick's, began falling in tiredness. "I do love you, though, I know that now," said Thomas.
"I do, too," said Nick.
Thomas's eyes fully closed. He didn't know what would happen tomorrow, but, no matter what, it would be alright. He grew more sure of that as he felt Nick's paw sliding into his panties, taking a hold of his cock. Perhaps Ragnis was right all along.