Just Who I Always Wanted
A deer sleeps with an ex-boyfriend, and the current one doesn't take kindly to it. An tale of revenge, hypnosis, and extreme kinks.
Brandon's eyes opened slowly, looking up in the bright light positioned above his brown muzzle, squinting into it. "Eurgh..." the stag muttered, moving his arm to cover his face and block them out, only to find it immobile. A few more jerks confirmed that he was tied down, and as he alternated between his limbs, he realized it was all of them.
As panic set in, he started to look around the room. Cinder blocks and concrete greeted his eyes, with a door positioned below him. He seemed to be on some sort of gurney, but he couldn't see much more than the railing along the side, feel the cushion under his back.
The closeness of the cushion was the first indication that he was nude. His antlers were at the wrong angle for him to turn his head easily. This had to be the hospital, though. Something must have happened.
He started to wrack his mind, trying to replay things. Figure out what had happened. Where he'd been. There was a bar, but he'd not had many. A drive home. His ex, a rabbit named Jared, had come over for a quick fuck--cheating on his current, but that wasn't the stag's fault--and then left shortly afterward. Nothing was out of place. He'd gone to bed, then... he'd woken up here.
He close his eyes for a moment, steadying his breathing, then trying the bindings again. He flexed his large, powerful arms for a moment, twisting slightly, arching and trying to dislodge himself, only to fall back against the gurney again.
"Done yet?" a voice asked.
He jerked slightly, looking up suddenly at the door, eyes wide. A grinning, black wolf was staring at him, chuckling softly and stepping into the room. The deer shifted slightly--well, as much as how could manage--and looked up at the smoothly, muscular wolf. Unlike Brandon, who was a little more muscled than his body really complimented, the wolf's form was perfectly proportioned.
It was with smooth grace that he stepped into the room, grinning down at the buck and showing a few too many teeth. "Hello, Brandon."
The stag looked up at the wolf, feeling a shiver of fear run up his spine. It was a natural reaction, really. Prey species facing down predator in a less than favorable situation. It wouldn't have been quite as bad had the wolf not seemed so painfully aware of the situation. The advantage.
"Who are y-"
A sharp slap caught the buck off guard. With his antlers pressed into the bedding behind him, his head couldn't turn with the hit, and he instantly felt a stinging soreness burning through his cheek. "F-fuck!" he stammered. A second slap joined the first, and he bleated slightly, resulting in a third.
When he stayed silent, the wolf smiled again. "You don't talk until I say you can, Brandon. You understand?" he asked.
The stag's wide, round eyes and tensed, frozen posture were the only answer the wolf needed. He laid his paw on the other's sac for a moment, smiling as he felt how close they were to the other's body. A nice, solid fear response.
"Good boy," the wolf said, smirking slightly. "My name is Kar, and you... have been fucking my bitch."
Brandon shifted slightly, the paw on his nuts making him feel even more self conscious. At the mention of the wolf's bitch, he shifted suddenly, thinking, wondering...
"Your ex, little doe," he said, laughing quietly. "After he told me about you, I knew that you were going to be perfect..." he murmured, grinning.
Brandon looked at him, wide eyed, then winced as the wolf whistled, loud and hard. A moment later, a gray, lop eared rabbit walked into the room.
"You remember Jared?" the wolf asked.
The deer did, but he didn't remember him like this... Jared had always been fiercely independent: strong, clever, and quick to talk and laugh. They'd only broken up over the fact that the deer didn't want to sub for him. And now...
The downcast eyes were new. As was the thick, heavy leather collar around his neck. His fur seemed to have lost any sort of luster, and he had a distant look on his face, accented by the way his already loose ears drooped even further than normal. "Say hello, Jared."
The voice was paper thin. "Hey, Brandon..."
Brandon's eyebrows shot up. He swallowed hard, then looked at the rabbit. "J-jared?"
Another slap caught his muzzle, making him bleat weakly once, barely catching it. "You don't talk, Brandon. Do you understand?"
The deer was shaking now. Half in fear, half in anger. He couldn't believe this could happen. Tied down to a gurney, at the mercy of his ex's new... owner? Controller? Something.
"Jared? Why don't you tell Brandon what happens to bitches who cheat?"
The rabbit winced. "They... they're punished."
"And do you want to tell Jared what being a cheating little slut cost you?"
The rabbit shook his head quickly, ears flopping around.
"Do you want to show him?"
A whimper now, weak and broken. Just like the rabbit.
"Then let's let him feel, shall we?" the wolf said, walking to the rabbit's side and pushing him toward the gurney. The wolf was grinning cruelly as he undid the buck's wrist, twisting it painfully to keep the deer from taking advantage of the situation. The deer couldn't see what was happening, but he felt his arm being lowered, palm force up.
The wolf was glaring as he pushed the rabbit into the stag's hand, forcing the other's crotch there. What the deer felt--or didn't feel--made the shiver fly up his spine again, faster. The rabbit had been...
"Castration. That's what happens to bitches who cheat," the wolf said.
The deer's paw was kept there as the rabbit's fresh stitches ached against him. "I considered letting him keep his sac, but... No. He didn't deserve it. Did you Jared?"
"No, sir," the rabbit whimpered, voice cracking.
Kar smiled. The rabbit had broken so easily, after all. "Now, Jared, go back to your room and think about what you did. If you're good, I might start you on supplements, so you can at least still look like a boy. Wouldn't you like that?"
"Yes, sir," the rabbit choked.
"Good. Go on, now."
The rabbit kept his head down as he pulled away from the deer's palm, hurrying from the room. Brandon heard the lop start crying almost as soon as he left the room, hearing the wolf starting to chuckle as he tied him back down. He grinned at the stag now, smile far too wide for anything good to come of it, shifting on the gurney. He was working his lips but not speaking...
Kar grinned down at the deer. Already starting to bend... "Do you need to speak Brandon?"
The deer nodded.
"Go ahead."
The deer's voice sounding hollow as he spoke. "Are you... are you going to... geld me?" he stammered softly.
"Oh no, Brandon," the wolf said, chuckling.
The deer took a deep breath, then let it out, shuddering softly as he seemed to relax against the gurney. "Th-thank you," he murmured.
"That would be far too kind for a shit like you."
Brandon's eyes went wide as he looked up at the wolf, but then... The wolf said something. Something that the deer only half heard. And he felt himself falling asleep again, deep and dreamless.
*****
Brandon slowly came too again, but he felt like he was in a fog. He was on his knees, something holding him up. His wrists were pulled out to the sides of his body, chained to opposite ends of the ceiling to keep the deer both supported and his arms pulled carefully apart.
He bleated softly, trying to focus, but every time he did... he felt it slipping away. He shook his head slightly, closing his eyes again, then bleating once more.
The presence of the wolf next to him came as a soft surprise, as well as the chuckle in his ear, but he didn't jump. He didn't even tense. A clawed paw ran over his taught stomach and bulky chest, softly teasing a nipple.
"You feel nice and relaxed, don't you Brandon?" the wolf asked.
The deer nodded slightly, wondering why exactly he felt so relaxed right now. He felt like he was in a fugue.
"Good, good..." the wolf murmured, voice nice and smooth. Cool and level. "You feel fine, don't you, Brandon?" he asked.
The deer nodded again. "Uh-huh..." he murmured.
The wolf chuckled. "Were you wondering how I managed to get Jared to help me get you? Even after I found out about things?"
It honestly hadn't even crossed the stag's mind. At the moment, he was too busy trying to wake up, and the more he tried, the more he found he couldn't. "N-no..." he answered honestly.
The wolf laughed a little, scratching the deer's chest. "Well, you're about to find out," he said, slipping a paw down to the other's sheath. "Now... Why don't you get nice and hard for me?" he asked, smiling at the deer.
Brandon tried to accommodate, flexing himself slightly, rolling his hips. "That's it," the wolf murmured, smiling and gently stroking at the other's hidden cock. It slowly slipped into view, growing harder and harder as the wolf gently pawed him. "That's a good boy," the wolf whispered.
When the stag finally reached full size, the wolf looked down at the other's thick, healthy cock. It was actually larger than the lupine's, which... the wolf decided he was going to enjoy this even more than he was.
"Mmm... Look at that, Brandon," he murmured. "So big... isn't that... disgusting?" he asked quietly.
The deer had always taken pride in the eleven inch monster between his legs, and in spite of his current state, he felt a moment of resistant. "N-no..." he said softly.
"Yes, it is," the wolf said. "Completely disgusting. Almost as bad as these..." he continued, reaching between the other's legs to gently roll his balls in his paw.
Brandon wasn't sure what was going on. "Bu-but..." he said softly, eyes lidded.
"Shh... It's alright, Brandon. It's not so bad. Someone might find you attractive with all this trash down here..." he said quietly. "But I think you know better..."
The deer was confused. Why didn't the wolf like his cock or balls? It didn't make sense. Bigger was better, wasn't it? Wasn't... wasn't it?
"Now, Brandon... Why did you an Jared break up?" Kar asked softly.
"I... I wouldn't bottom... for him..." the deer said.
"No, it wasn't," the wolf said, smiling.
But... the deer was sure that it was... "Bu-"
"Jared told me the truth... He told me how you wanted to bottom, but he wouldn't top you..." he said softly.
"I... N-no..." the deer stammered.
"Yes, Brandon," the wolf murmured into his ear softly. "It's true. You know that it's true, don't you"?
The deer's ears flicked as he shook his head slightly, not in negative, but in confusion.
"You know that it's true, don't you Brandon?" the deer repeated.
He grunted softly, then... nodded. How could he have forgotten? He was so angry over it too. It was such a stupid argument...
The wolf smiled. "You love to bottom, don't you, Brandon?" the wolf asked.
The deer's ear flicked slightly, his ears flattening. He didn't, but... if he didn't, then why did he and Jared have the fight? It...
"You know you love to bottom, don't you Brandon?" the wolf asked.
"Uh-huh..." the deer answered softly.
"If only that cock wasn't so disgustingly huge..." the wolf said.
The deer's ears twisted and flicked. He blushed. It was too big...
"You hate how big it is, don't you?" the wolf asked.
"Uh-huh..." the deer whimpered.
"Mmm... Poor little doe..." the wolf said. "Do you want me to help?" the wolf asked.
The buck jerked slightly, letting out a softly bleat. "P-please... not... not like Jerod..." He was shivering.
The wolf laughed softly, shaking his head. "No, Brandon. Not like Jerod... You were just his puppet," he murmured. "He was just using you for your cock... and you hate your cock, don't you Brandon?"
The deer nodded, more eagerly this time. He hated it so much. It was too big. Boys didn't like his big cock...
"It's all mind over matter, Brandon," the wolf whispered, pulling out a small bottle. He slipped a glove on his paw, opening the bottle and pouring some out into his gloved paw. "You just have to believe that it'll be smaller... you just have to want it more and more every day..." he said, beginning to lather and stroke the deer's cock.
"Mhmm..." the deer murmured softly, looking down at the wolf's paw sliding up and down his disgusting cock.
The wolf smiled. Prey species were so easy to manipulate. So flexible. He chuckled as he rubbed the cream into the deer's sac as well, rolling his nuts and coating them heavily. "That's a good boy..." he murmured. "Tail up."
The deer flagged his tail immediately, and the wolf had to laugh. That particular instinct was going to be a lot of fun to exploit... He softly rubbed it there as well, gently pushing a little bit of the cream into the cervine's rump. Not too much. Just enough to get him started.
"That's a good doe... Soon, you're gonna be nice and small, just like all the boy's like..." the wolf whispered.
Even as he said it, the deer's erection was flagging, taking the cream with it back into the buck's sheath. "There we go," the wolf murmured, grinning and wondering how long it would take the estrogen cream to take effect. Within a few weeks, it would certainly render the cervine sterile... stop his body from producing testosterone... And the mental changes were already in effect.
But mind of matter was a powerful thing.
The wolf stood up, smiling and getting two thick-needled syringes out, then moving to stand behind the other male. "Now... Let's get rid of those big, ugly antlers," the wolf said, grabbing one and carefully pushing the needle into the base of the horn, injecting it slowly...
*****
Brandon panted loudly as the thick, long wolf's cock slid in and out of his rump, moaning in delight with every thrust, grinning and gripping the sheets as Kar took him again and again. He felt the wolf reach around, rubbing his soft, lightly toned chest, then slip lower to his sheath, squeezing at it.
Brandon felt a mark of pride when his cock barely reacted, staying flaccid in his sheath and barely poking out of it. At a pathetic four inches, he knew that is was exactly what Kar wanted--exactly what he found attractive in the deer. And it make him even more excited.
He moaned quietly as Kar licked the small divots where he antlers had been, wriggled on the wolf's cock and moaned his name softly over and over again. The tying was almost an afterthought.
When the wolf's knot finally deflated, the big male pulled out with a satisfying pop and kissed his cheek. "Mmm... I'll be back later, Brandon," he murmured in his ear. The deer nodded quietly. "Mmm... Alright, babe," he said softly. "Love you."
The wolf grinned and stroked his toy, then slipped out of bed, walking to take a shower. And while he was gone, just as always, Jerod walked into the room.
"Good morning, sir," the rabbit said softly.
"Good morning, Jerod!" the deer said, grinning and standing up, walking over to the soft rabbit and hugging him tightly. "Mmm... Thanks again for introducing me to Kar," he said, pulling back and smiling broadly at the lapine.
The rabbit just nodded. He was used to this by now.
"I don't think I know of anyone who's sweeter and nicer and more wonderful than him..." the deer admitted, reciting it by rote. "I can't wait for him to come back. He's just who I always wanted..."
The rabbit sighed quietly, looking at the deer. He slipped a paw between his own legs, then looked at the male he'd once helped the wolf trap. De-antlered--permanently, it looked like--with his cock shrunken to a pitiful size, turned into this...
And he found that his castration wasn't as bad as he'd thought.