Reflection
Somewhere, in a deep underground facility...
I'd like to direct your attention to subject fourteen. Species: Cougar, Name: Devon Walsh.
Devon thrashed, shaking himself just loose enough from the tiger on his right to pull his arm free. The cougar let out a vicious scream as he felt his elbow smash into the tiger's snout.
As the tiger stumbled backwards, the wolf who still gripped Devon's left arm shouted for backup. The cougar snarled at the wolf and punched him in the eye. The wolf only gripped tighter and forced Devon off balance, pinning him to the concrete floor.
His cheek pressed against the cold ground, Devon saw the tiger clutching his nose, glaring at him out of the corner of his eye. Footsteps approached quickly, and when he heard the small plastic cap of a hypodermic needle hit the ground, he begged and pleaded. He lied, promising to cooperate. Something cold entered his bloodstream, and he blacked out.
This young man was the leader of a dangerous gang of youths, as you can probably tell by his charming attire. They committed robberies, assaults, trafficked drugs - our Mr. Walsh was quite a force to be reckoned with. And as you can see by his assault on Dr. Stinton, he is no weakling.
The first thing Devon felt was a cough forcing its way out of his lungs. He attempted to grab his aching head, only to find his arms securely fastened. He sat in a large chair with not only his arms, but his legs and head fastened in place. As he screamed profanities and threats, Devon's vision began to fully clear. In front of him was a large flat screen television. It didn't entirely fill his field of vision, but it was very clear he was meant to be looking at it.
Now I'd like you all to pay very close attention to his brain activity as we begin.
Devon shut his eyes tight. Helpless as he may have seemed, this one act of defiance kept him going. He would outlast whatever plan they had for him. His men were going to find him, and these lab coat wearing motherfuckers were going to die. He'd savor the wolf and tiger's screams.
What caught him off guard were the soft, rhythmic noises his delicate ears just barely picked up. At first he guessed they had strapped him to some strange machine, but as the noises got louder, Devon felt a pit in his stomach. It wasn't a machine, it was a person - a person's staccato grunts and moans. The pit in Devon's stomach grew when he realized that the high-pitched moans belonged to a man - and they seemed to be coming from right in front of him.
Stay focused, he told himself. Eyes shut. The moans had grown louder and breathier - and Devon silently cursed himself as he began to feel his sheath firm up slightly. If there was one thing he didn't need it, it was those science-assholes laughing at him for getting a hard-on.
"Please. I need it." The voice spoke, the familiarity of it alone almost making Devon's eyes snap open. The moans had become muffled, joined by the soft squelching noises of saliva against flesh. There was no way he heard that voice. He cautiously opened his eyes.
Before him, displayed on the TV, was himself. He was completely naked, on his hands and knees in a nondescript, tile-floored room. A bear was gripping his buttocks and bucking his fat cock into Devon's ass, while the cougar bobbed his head back and forth, his lips stretched around a horse's intimidating length. At that moment, even if Devon wasn't being forced to look, he would have been unable to turn away. The Devon on the TV was a mess - white spurts of cum decorated his back and face, dripping down his thighs and dangling in strands from his ears and muzzle. The look on his face was sheer, dumb bliss. Devon tried to cringe, tensing against the restraints.
A long moan came from the Devon on TV as the bear's thrusts became more violent, his claws digging hard into tan, fuzzy hips. He bent forward and stage-whispered into the cougar's ear. Stuff like "stupid cum-slut" and "kitty loves his milk, don't he?" The bear's southern drawl made the image of Devon squeal against the horse cock in his mouth as the helpless, strapped-down cougar's own erection strained against his jeans even more.
The bear grunted and lurched Devon forward, forcing much more of the horse's member into his maw than he was prepared for. Quickly pulling out and aimed his twitching cock so a few of his own thick spurts arced and settled on the cougar's wet, matted fur. The horse groaned in ecstasy as Devon dutifully chugged the impressive load being fed to him. As soon as the horse's flare popped out of his mouth, he gasped and panted, bridges of sticky semen still visible on his teeth and tongue.
The horse chuckled and wiped his cock on the cougar's smiling face. The pair then walked off-camera, the bear pausing to pat the messy cat on his back.
"Good boy." He said, rubbing a spot of his fresh semen into TV-Devon's coat.
"Thank you, master." The cougar on the TV responded, in a sincere, feminine tone that finally made Devon snap.
"This is fucked up!" Devon shouted at the top of his lungs. "Do you hear me, you fucking freaks? This. Is fucked- what?"
The other Devon had looked at him. In fact, his image had reacted as though he had heard Devon's shouting.
"Language, boy, language." Devon's image chastised as he stood, legs slightly unsteady. He cracked his back, and licked the errant cum that dripped over his lips. "Would you suck a horse dick with that mouth?"
"What the fuck is this??" Devon meant shout. It was talking to him. That prissy, slutty little thing with his body. His breath was getting shorter. This was a nightmare. It had to be a nightmare.
"Gosh, do I really sound like that?" The other Devon crossed his arms and pouted. "Ah, well. Everyone's gotta start somewhere, I guess."
The other Devon gripped the border of the TV and gingerly swung his legs over, as if he were stepping through a picture frame. The restrained cougar's mouth hung open, his obscenities failing him. His other self - nude, dripping with sweat and a disconcerting amount of cum - now lay gracefully on top of him. Devon's duplicate gently removed the brace that kept the cougar facing forward. The cougar was paralyzed, unable to turn away from his own gaze.
"I get what they see in me, though." He muttered before planting a deep kiss on Devon's lips. His cougar's eyes went wide - his other self smelled of countless men and tasted like sex. Hot, damp, sweaty and musky. It took all of Devon's might to stop from bucking his aching cock against his jeans. To stop from kissing back.
"Wait - stop, stop!" Devon pulled away, trying not to think of the strands that bridged their mouths. "What are you? Who are you?"
"I'm you, Devon. Thought that'd be obvious." The other Devon pouted again.
"No, no. But. What are you? Are you, like..." He wasn't an illusion. Devon felt his weight as he inhaled. Breathed in that strong scent of his. He was real.
"Yeah, I'm real. I'm as real as you, baby." The other giggled sweetly as he moved his warm hands under the cougar's t-shirt. "I'm just a little more honest with myself, that's all."
"Stop it." Devon stammered. He pulled as hard as he could against the restraints, but to no avail. Mischievous fingers pushed against his stiffening nipples. "I'm not like that. I'm not...whatever you are."
"Oh. Okay." The nude cougar pulled back his arms and sat up, resting his hands unnervingly close to Devon's waist. His red cock was stood shamelessly erect; plump, fuzzy balls resting on the cougar's jeans. "I guess you are different than me. After all, there's no way a big, manly thug like you could possibly be enjoying this..."
Devon blushed furiously as he felt the zipper on his jeans being slowly pulled open. His own red cock, identical to his nude twin's, sprung out.
"Whoops." He grinned, pressing his own erection against Devon's. "Wonder when this happened?"
Devon winced as the messy cougar leaned forward, the warmth his slightly drooling cock rubbing against his own becoming simply unbearable.
"Maybe when you saw yourself with a throat full of horse spunk?" He chided in a breathy whisper.
With a growl, Devon yanked at the straps with all his strength. A few loud snaps, and the restraints on his arms came loose. The cougar yowled as he jerked upright and shoved his shocked double off of him.
"Oh my, I am so strong." The other Devon purred, sprawled out on the immaculate tile floor. He leaned back, displaying his thoroughly used body and staring dreamily at Devon as he ripped off the straps on his legs. In a fit of rage, Devon leapt at his twin, knocking him to the ground. Despite the hands now wrapped around his neck, Devon's double only purred harder. "...and so rough."
"Quit fuckin' with me." Devon growled.
"Nobody fucks with me and lives." The other said it before he could. Devon stumbled - it was a phrase he'd said many times before. Most everyone who'd heard it ended up dead. It sounded wrong coming from his other self - pronounced slowly, with 'fuck' treated as the most delicious syllable ever spoken.
"N-nobody fucks with me and lives. Right." His jeans were still undone, his cock was still frustratingly hard, and the other Devon's body heat was proving very distracting. "Clearly a little whore like you wouldn't know who I am, but I'm gonna make one thing clear-"
"I don't give orders, I take them." The cum-splattered cougar interrupted again.
"I don't give orders, I-" Devon paused. That wasn't what he wanted to say. Why did he say that? He gave orders. At least, that's what Devon thought. All of a sudden, the prospect of giving orders felt complicated and weird. He had to focus. He was in charge. Taking a deep breath, Devon spoke firmly "I don't give orders, I take them."
His hands slipped from his double's neck. Something was definitely wrong. He fumbled for his jeans, not wanting to be exposed any longer.
"I don't need to put my pants on." The grinning twin cooed. Devon's arms fell limp.
"I don't need to put my pants on." Panic began to set in - why was he obeying? His words were strong. Like his delicious scent. Devon shuddered at that little thought, trying his best to shake it from his head.
The double sat up and caressed Devon's stupefied face. "I'm just a reflection. Reflections don't have brains, they have big empty heads so their masters can think for them."
"I'm just a reflection. Reflections don't have brains, they have big empty heads so their masters can think for them." Devon replied automatically. Maybe it wasn't so bad that he couldn't disobey what his double said - his head was empty, after all.
"I'm such a brainless slut, I need your balls on my tongue." His words bounced around in Devon's head. There was no denying their truth - his gaze fell onto those fuzzy, cream-colored balls and refused to stray. He felt himself begin to salivate as he brought himself closer to his double's plump sack.
"I'm such a brainless slut, I need your balls on my tongue." Devon said, the words practically falling out of his mouth. He let out a muffled moan as he lifted his tongue to the heavy balls before him, taking them gently between his lips. Devon's senses became a swirling paradise of gentle, wet warmth and overpowering male musk. His double gasped and squealed with delight with each devoted lick and suckle.
Devon didn't need words anymore. He felt orders echoing in his dumb, thoughtless brain - telling him to drag his tongue up the rigid feline shaft that twitched above him. Taking orders felt nice. Felt like a hot, thick cock for Devon's lips and tongue to play with. Pumping gently in and out of his lips, its veins and little feline ridges pure joy to the now carefree cougar. A silly thought came across his mind as he tongued the little droplet of precum growing at his double's cockhead - hadn't he been angry before? He couldn't imagine for the life of him why. He couldn't think of anything other than how better to play with the gorgeous member in his mouth, and how ticklish his nose felt when pushed up against the other Devon's wet belly-fur.
"There's a good boy." The other Devon licked his lips, idly petting his busily fellating partner. His voice was so sweet on Devon's ears - so feminine and polite. "I'd like you repeat after me like a good little reflection, but talking's a little out of the question right now - pay real close attention, okay?
Devon nodded with enthusiasm.
"I belong to whoever uses me." He began, and as Devon sucked and licked at the throbbing feline manhood, he felt a deep pleasure slowly building within his own stiff shaft. Delighted, The cougar worked his tongue quicker, the sensory feast of his twin's leaking cock and undeniable words echoing in his happily empty head.
"I am a toy. A object that will gladly please his master without question or thought." More salty precum coated Devon's tongue, the sensations in his groin growing into a steady, primal beat. He moaned into his double's groin, pleased to hear just how wonderfully girly he sounded.
The other Devon, now bucking passionately into those eager lips, let out a few of his own ecstatic cries before issuing his final command. Devon felt the words building in his twin, preparing to escape his throat, his own cock pounding and threatening the pure bliss of release.
"I live to obey."
Hot spurts flooded the cougar's yearning maw. He had tasted his own cum before, but never before had the taste been so strong, so fresh. Devon gulped, the blessed heat spreading down his throat as more squirting strands pooled and dripped on his tongue. His untouched cock had spurted several globs on his chest, the rest of his copious orgasm drooling down his shaft and balls.
Devon gasped as the red cock was pulled from his mouth, his tongue lolled out and his eyes half-lidded. He looked up at his other self, who proudly smiled and stroked Devon's blank, smiling face. As the double's lips moved, so did his - breathlessly mouthing 'I live to obey' as his vision went dark, a powerful sleep washing over him.
Two technicians removed the brace from Devon's head. One grabbed a tissue from his pocket to wipe the bead of drool that had traveled just below his jaw. The cougar's gaze fell lazily from the blue TV screen, watching a tiger with a bandaged nose unzip his pants and clean up the mess of fresh cum on his groin. Devon giggled as the warm towel passed over his softening member.
Once the nice technicians helped him remove his clothes, he was fitted with a collar and leash. The tiger told him that being on a leash made him feel good, and of course he was right. Two tugs at his neck, and he found himself being led into a small auditorium. Many faces stared at the cougar, who simply stared blankly ahead, his eyes glazed and dreamy.
Devon was ordered to sit on his knees beside a large podium, and as he knelt the audience applauded.
"Thank you. Thank you." The voice next to him boomed as the audience settled down. "As you can see, complete suppression and submission in less than ten minutes. Now, in the future, we would test our wares in private, but Dr. Stinton and Dr. Waters have agreed to make a little show of it for you all. I think those boys deserve a reward for their hard work and sacrifices today, don't you?"
Applause again. The man at the podium's words were complex and strange, slipping right out of Devon's ears just as soon as they entered. He didn't mind. Thinking was for smart people, not dumb, happy slaves like him.
The tiger with the nose bandages stepped in front of him alongside a wolf with an eyepatch. They grinned, and Devon smiled pleasantly in return. Both men unzipped their pants and stroked their growing erections, just out of the cougar's reach.
"We are your masters, Devon." The wolf said, his excitement thinly veiled. Devon's smile grew, and he sat up.
"Hello, masters." Devon said, elated. He loved his masters. His ears stood at attention, devotedly awaiting their orders.
"You need to suck our cocks." The tiger said, and Devon crawled forward, taking both canine and feline shaft into his muzzle. Their taste was strong, no doubt pent up from long days at work. The audience was in his ear again, whooping and applauding. The man at the podium was speaking words far too complicated for Devon's simple ears. All Devon understood were the hard thrusts against his tongue and the rough hands gripping his head and forcing more cock into his maw. All Devon could focus on was the sheer, explosive ecstasy of obedience.
He caught a reflection of his face on one of the mirrored walls. Two men roughly used his mouth, and his eyes radiated pure bliss. His new life was only just beginning, and he was so very happy.