Working Things Out: Part III
Working Things Out
Part III: Trial and Error
By Ouroboro
"...and I intend to prove that this man, Anthony "Won Ton" Wong did, on the night of the seventeenth, through the use of assault and forcible chemical induction, perform an act of aggravated sexual assault on my person."
He hated to say it--it killed him to say it--to admit to having been raped by that fat son of a bitch. Finn paused for a moment and took a breath. This was how he would get compensation--through due process and fair trial. In the waters of this court room, Finn was a shark, and for what Tony had done to him--for what Tony was now forcing him to do--he would eat that faggot alive.
"I realize that the man who represents himself has a fool for a lawyer, but I have chosen to do this here, before you good people of the jury, to defend myself and society from this...monster."
"Alleged monster. Are you finished, Mister Mulligan?"
"Yes, your honor."
"Will the council for the defense please present his opening statement."
Things went predictably. Won Ton's lawyer was good, but 'good' for Finn was truly 'shit'. Finn's arguments were impeccable...his style and grace unmatchable. And now, as he stood to present his evidence, he grinned his own predator's grin as he met Tony's eyes.
"If it please the court, I will provide damning evidence that this individual is not the victim that his counsel has made him out to be. Rather, this security footage, confiscated from the defendant's home shows that he is, in fact, a violent and dangerous sexual predator."
Finn's fingers drummed against the plastic casing of the videocassette as he stalked to the VCR, the courtroom lights dimming in preparation.
Soon, Won Ton would get all that was coming to him.
Soon, they would all see.
Soon, they would all know.
But there was something wrong as the machine drew in the cassette. Something just slightly illogical about the whole thing...
Security cameras aren't allowed in locker rooms.
As his finger pressed the play button, seemingly of its own accord, his breath stopped dead in his chest.
Then what's on the tape?
Flickering to life from a cloud of static, a grainy close up of his own face appeared to gaze back at him from the screen.
He was smiling.
"Is it recording?"
"Is the red light on?"
A second voice from behind the camera. Tony's.
"Yeah."
"Then it's recording."
"Oh, okay. So what do you want me to do?"
This...this isn't me...this...I mean it is me...it looks like me, but...but I never look that...
Happy?
"Why don't you tell the folks at home who you are?"
Finn on screen chuckled and blushed beneath his fur.
"Hi. Um...my name's Finnegan Mulligan. Ha! That rhymes!"
"That's right, it does. Now what are you, Finn?"
"Oh! I'm a uh...I'm a duuuuumb...gym bunny! See?"
Finn on screen pranced backward so that the camera could take him all in, his perfect body clad in nothing but a jock strap, the word FAGGOT written across his chest in big
black magic marker.
"And what's that say on your chest?"
He looked down and furrowed his brow.
"I...I can't read, silly! Let alone upside down!"
"I'll give you a hint. It's the other thing that you are."
He thought for a moment, before his face lit up.
"Oh! Right! I'm a dumb gym bunny faggot, and I looooove cock! Yes I sure do!"
"Good pet. Now why don't you prove it..."
"Mister Mulligan! What the hell is this?"
Finn in the courtroom was aghast, watching as the rabbit on screen knelt before the approaching bear, who stroked his head lovingly.
"Bailiff, stop that tape this instant!"
"I...your honor...I don't know how...I mean...I..."
"Mister Mulligan if you do not explain yourself I will hold you in contempt, which I will most likely do anyway."
"I...I....Won Ton! What the fuck did you do to me! What the fuck was that?"
The bear sat at his table, calmly speaking with his attourney.
"Did you do that with a computer, huh you fucking deviant? What the fuck did
you do to me? Answer me! Answer me!" In seconds, he had leaped up and gripped Tony's lapel, shaking him as spittle flew from his screaming mouth.
Tony smiled.
"I drugged you, hypnotized you, found out you'd been a closet queer your entire life, brainwashed you into believing you were what you saw up there, and videotaped the whole thing for both public and private viewing. Oh, and Court is Adjourned," he answered in a perfectly calm, even playful voice.
Finn gaped and his grip loosened.
"You...no...I...your honor, did you hear? Did you hear what he said? Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, are you listening to this man? He just confessed. Didn't you you..."
But not one of them had heard. They all seemed to be staring ahead, eyes blank, stupid, contented smiles on every face. Even Judge Denfin sat perfectly still, his mouth slightly open, a line of drool trickling down his face and staining his robes.
"What...what's going on here? What did you do?" Finn had let go of Tony and had begun to wave his hand before the Bailiff's glassy eyes to no avail.
"You may not remember this...what am I saying, of course you don't remember--I told you not to--but I'm actually a very skilled hypnotist. Why do you think I was voted the best personal trainer in the city four years in a row?"
Finn had begin to shake the Bailiff as violently as he'd shaken Tony moments before, but his former anger had been replaced with a lead-heavy fear at the bottom of his gut.
"I'm the best personal trainer because I'm the best hypnotist."
Tony stood and brushed himself off, smoothing his suit as he slowly walked towards the terrified rabbit.
"I'm so good, in fact, that during my time on the witness stand, I managed to hypnotize every ear listening in this courtroom, including yourself. Oh, and don't bother screaming. They haven't been able to hear or see or know anything since I said the trigger word. So why don't you just relax, Finn. Take a load off," he stepped close to the rabbit, who was clinging to the bailiff now, cornered with his back to the big boar as if he were a brick wall.
"What are you gonna do, Won Ton...what the fuck do you think you're gonna do?"
"I'm going to tell you the truth, Finn," he leaned in close, enough so that the rabbit could feel hot breath in his face, "You're nothing but a gym bunny."
The words echoed in his head like the sound of a gong, sending a shudder of odd pleasure through him.
"What...what are you doing...to me..."
"I'm giving you something you've never had before, gym bunny," the words once again sent a shock through him, his mind seeming to slow and drift apart as the fear ebbed in his chest. He gasped and flinched as Tony reached out to gently loosen and undo his tie, "Happiness...true happiness."
And it felt so good, the hand that now unbuttoned his vest and shirt so skillfully, but he gripped its wrist weakly, struggling against the fog of pleasure that welled up about his mind.
"No...this isn't right...I'm not...I'm not..."
"Not what, pet?" the jacket was off, the vest came next. Now he stood, shirt untucked and open, tie ends hanging free, pinned between the mesmerized bailiff and his tormentor.
But it felt so good...
"Not...not a fag...not like you..."
"Yes you are, gym bunny. You told me so yourself."
"NNnnnn..."
The belt buckle next, those big hands so dextrous for their size, and then the fly, revealing silk boxers.
"Say yes, gym bunny."
"Yessss..."
"What are you?"
His cock betrayed him, swelling to full thickness and slipping from his boxers to point accusingly at Tony as he began to sink down, his body sliding against the broad statue of the boar.
"Dumb...gym...bunny..."
"And what are you really?"
He struggled now, even as he slid to the floor, his head lolling to the side.
"What are you really, Finn."
"Gaaaay...scaaaaaaarrrrred...couldn't be gay b'cause of Daaaad..."
"I know, Finn. I know. It's all right."
"Don't...don't rrraaaape me...plllllssss...noooot a...agin..."
"Finn," He said, squatting down over the rabbit, looking him dead in the rolling, glassy eyes. "I never did. Now awaken."
The last thing he saw was Tony's hand, wide and powerful, covering his eyes.
***
The rope again, in those same intricate patterns.
In some sort of basement...some sort of dungeon? Tools of torture everywhere. Stainless steel and rubber and the smell of sweat and bodies.
"Wha? Where am I? What happened?"
"Well, to answer your questions, you're in the gym, and I hypnotized you to show you what I can do. Or could do, rather."
Finn struggled a bit, just to see that there was no chance of escape--he remembered from the dreams--and then settled down to look at Tony, who was straddling the back of a stainless steel desk chair.
"So...none of that actually happened?"
"Nope. It was all up here," he poked the rabbit's forehead. Finn flinched and then glared at the bear.
"But...the videotape?"
Tony turned around to indicate a small, red light in the darkness of the gym.
"Fuck."
"Yeah, fuck."
"What else was real?"
"Everything I told you."
"That's a load of fucking shit...I ain't no fag and..."
"...and freshman year of college, you used to jerk yourself on the top bunk whenever your roomie brought a girl home. They tried to be quiet, but you were always listening real carefully. You used to hide the evidence under your pillow until morning. I think you used your socks so your feet were cold all night and..."
"Fuck you!"
"You wish," the bear chuckled, leaning back a bit. "Cigarette?" he asked, offering him a pack of what used to be in his coat pocket.
"No, thanks."
"Cured you of your smoking while I was at it. What can I say, I'm a nice guy," he shrugged, crushing the pack in his fist.
"What about the dreams?"
"Those were real. Training sessions, to get you to this point."
"And what point is this, exactly?"
Tony sighed and gazed directly into the rabbit's eyes, his face devoid of emotion.
"At first it was going to be the point where I could destroy you utterly for what you've done to me. And then I found out that you're about as fucked up inside as I am. I know what your dad did to you. I know about the beatings, and your brothers. I know about the shit you've been through. That doesn't make you a better person, and it doesn't excuse anything you've done.
What it does make you is human. You've never really been that before, have you? You've never really been able to be anything else besides this..." he said, gesturing vaguely to the bound rabbit.
Finn just stared, his teeth gritted, a tear rolling out of his eye.
"I thought so. This is the point where I tell you that I can destroy you, but that I'm not going to if you let me continue to work with you."
"Work with me? Don't you mean knock me out with your voodoo and fuck me?"
"No. I mean yes. I mean..." Tony looked at him and sighed. "I'm not going to say that I haven't been enjoying this, and yeah, I've sucked your dick and you've sucked mine, but
you asked for it."
"Look, I know I was being an asshole, but..."
"No. Finn. You asked for it. Begged me for it."
"I was hypnotized!"
"The only suggestion I gave you was to be honest with me, and that's what you wanted. I've got it on tape if you'd like to..."
"No. No. I believe you. I...fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Finn struggled so hard that the pleasurable silk ropes dug into his skin as he strained against them, leaving long, red welts.
When the tantrum had subsided, he sat there breathing for a moment, his chest rising and falling.
"So what now?"
"Now," Tony said, sighing and scratching his head, "you either say no and go back to work and let your career slowly (or quickly) fall to pieces, never knowing when or how I'll fuck you, or you agree to let me continue to allow you to work off your debt."
"My debt! I..."
"I know about the kid sophomore year of college. Spring Break. Belfast. Pretty Irish boy you fucked and then beat half to death afterwards out of nothing but self loathing. I
know what you did to me. I know it all, Finn. I know you and I own you. Now you can stick around and let me show you what it's like not to be a complete shit heel, or you can leave and not know when I'm going to decide to bring your world crashing down around your ears. Choose."
"If you let me go, how do I know you won't just be bringing me back again and again anyway?"
"That's just it," Tony smiled, "You don't. At least if you stay, you'll know the score. You may hate it, but you won't fear it. For the first time in your life you won't be scared. I promise you that."
Finn closed his eyes and squeezed out another tear. He sighed, and shook his head.
"All right, Won Ton. You win. I'll stay."
"Good. Good. I'm really glad. I wanted to hurt you, Finn," he sighed in reliefas his great hand grasped the rabbit's narrow shoulder, "but I think both of us have had plenty of hurt for the time being."
Finn simply nodded, not knowing what else to do.
"And you're not allowed to call me Won Ton anymore, gym bunny..."