Domination and Submission Chapter 3: The Turning Point
This is the REVISED chapter three of my Domination and Submission series. Belive me, it was definitaely worth your wait! Lot's of things hapen in this chapter incliding lots more yiff, action and plot twist. I hope you have a much fun reading this chapter as I did writing it.
As a side note, I would like to thank everyone who gave me suggestions on how to edit and revise the series!
Enjoy!
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Domination and Sumbission
Chapter 3: The Turning point
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The Spell wore off at around 5 that night. The sun was just started to set, stretching the shadows into looming darkening figures against the walls. All three of the furs on the bed yawned and woke up at exactly the same time.
"That was the best night sleep I've ever had." Mark said while arching his back, his arms reaching out to stretched his tired back. The black and rich tan fur on his chest fluffed out, but some of it was matted and stuck together.
"The Pure Rest Spells always gives you the best night sleep you ever had. I use it every night." Apollo said while cracking his neck. Tom felt the off-white fur on his chest. The 10 scars left by Dontae's claws were gone. "Come on, get up. We have to leave soon." Apollo said as he got up out of the bed. They were still kind of stuck together from earlier. Tom's face fur was matted down with cum. Mark's tail-hole was stuck to the sheets. After a few moments the other two got out of bed. Apollo observed the matted fur on both of them. I can't stand seeing good fur being dirty, he thought to himself. The stood in front of the messed up, dirty sofa bed in the small space between the bed and the table. He put out both his paws, pads face-up.
"Sterilization Spell Number 68!" Apollo said. He swiftly faced his paw towards the two furs and an unseen force forced the two furs down onto the bed. They both got back up after a few moments. The wind was knocked out of them. Their fur was bright and clean and smelled like fresh linen. The entire studio apartment was cleaned like new. The cheap beige carpet was clean and soft, the sofa-bed was made, the curtains were back in place, there was no dirty clothes lying around, and the entire apartment felt . . . liveable.
Tom touched his now soft, pure white fur on his chest. It had never shined like this before. The red on his arms, back and legs was brighter and more richer, the white on his chest down to his sheath was whiter, his red tail with the white tip was fluffier, even his eyes seemed greener. The same was for Markillion. His tan and black fur was immaculate. His average build seemed less average. Tom could always see definition in his chest but with his fur this clean, with the black separated form the tan, it seemed as though he worked out. His Blues eyes seemed to be real crystal.
"That spell cleans and sanitizes everything inside and out." Apollo said. Tomas got a look at the 'cleaner'; if that was possible, he thought, Lion. His fur truly was deep blue. It seemed almost fake. His fluffy mane was blue like the entire rest of his body, but it was fluffier and more sparse near the tips than normal head fur. Tom traced a line through his truly defined, hard abs down to his sheath with his mind. He continued down to his muscular legs and watched the blue lion's feline tail wave back and fourth. He looked like about 185 pounds of an athletic hunter. There was a mystery about him, even though he was completely naked.
The clothes they wore the day before were cleaned and pressed and laid out on the bed. They all got dressed. Tom put on his regular blue jeans and white tee shirt. Mark put on his black jeans and red shirt with the Japanese flag on it. Apollo had on a new cream colored suit on with a hat. He combed his mane back into a ponytail and put a rubber band to hold it.
"So where do we go from here? You said you know where Dontae was or is going, right?" Tom asked as he put on his, now clean, white shoes.
"I have a good idea of where he likes to hang out at. According to my data from the Counsel of True Blues, Dontae is an accomplished musician and love to be around music." The Lion said looking into a mirror on the wall. Such a neat freak, Mark thought to himself with a smirk.
Tom snapped his finger and pointed to Apollo. "That's right. I almost forgot. He did always have that trombone case with him no matter where he went." He said with a smile.
Apollo pulled out his cell phone again and called Trio, a Hyena who was on the counsel. Trio answered the phone quickly. Tom could tell what the Hyena was saying but he noticed that he had singer's voice.
"Yeah, Trio. I think I'm ready for that new tracking spell you've been working on. . .yeah I think I'm ready for it. . .ok . . . ok. . . so right paw down . . ." he said positioning his right paw with his pointy and middle finger up, "and left paw to true north . . . ok. . . ok. . . got it . . . got it. . . yep. . . Thanks. If it doesn't work, I'll blame you, Trio." He said with a laugh and hung up the phone. The lion did a few paw gestures and positioned them in the right places. He started to chant in the same language as before. Mark and Tom only looked on in silence. With a quick movement as if he were in a trance, Apollo touched the ground and the whole world seemed to shake a for a short moment.
"True Blue Location Spell Number 956, Trio Signature!" Apollo yelled, his voice seemed to boom, not from his throat, but deep from his stomach as would a good baritone singer would do. He got up from his stance and waved two fingers on his right paw across the air in front of his face in a circular motion. Out of nowhere, a cloudy window of smoke was formed. Inside, the three furs could see a blurry, foggy, vision of a name in lights: "Michael's Lounge" then they could see a crowd of furs outside the door waiting in line to get in, but one fur pushed his way through the crowd, flash a badge and got in before everyone else. The three furs watched but could not see exactly who it was or even what species of fur it was. The window closed with a clap of thunder.
"Damn! It didn't work right!" The Lion said with disgust waving away the last streams of smoke left behind from the window.
"What was supposed to happen?" Mark asked.
"It was supposed to show us exactly where Dontae was and temporarily freeze him and his powers. He must be using a blocker spell and a disruptor. He's done it before. It scrambles all of our locator spells. That could have been a vision of anyone in the world. Damn!" Apollo said. He pulled out his cell phone again.
"It didn't work, Trio. I'll try to come up with another combination spell. It may take me a little while . . . I honestly don't think I'm powerful enough to stop him if he has a Your Doom spell stronger than mine. I'll call you back when I develop a new spell. You just keep working on a stronger True Blue." He hung up the phone.
"Why do you have so many True Blue spells?" Tom asked.
"We have 956 of them each one stronger than the one before it, none of them work on Dontae so we have to continue making stronger and stronger ones. You two can go out and get something to eat or whatever. I have to do a little bit of dangerous spell casting and I need silence." Apollo said. He tossed them each a few bucks and told them to be out for at least two hours.
The two furs left out to the streets. It's what they did in their free time. They walked around the corner to Mike's house, a friend of theirs. He lived with his parents and Mike told them that Markillion and Tomas went to his school. They played a few games on Mike's PS2. Things like that were a luxury that the two could never afford. After two and a half hours, they went back to their apartment.
Apollo was in a kung-fo style stance with his back to them as the two furs walked entered the apartment. They watched patiently as Apollo, still wearing the cream colored suit but without the jacket, went through a pattern of complex and rapid movements. They could here him exhaling forcefully each time he stabbed his arms into the air. They both knew he was casting a spell of some kind and knew better than to interrupt him, but they couldn't help but feel that he was showing off at the same time. Apollo moving his arms with blinding speed and then stretched them out at his sides with his paws up. He stopped.
"Just in time! I just finished a new combination spell! This one should work and when it does we can go right to Dontae." Apollo said. He stood up straight them made a few paw gestures while chanting in a strange language then he stood in the kung fo style stance and yelled,
"True Blue Combination Spell Number 1537, Apollo Signature!" There was two deep pulses, like a heartbeat that everyone in the room could feel; Boom, boom, like a concert bass drum. Two of Apollo's fingers were smoking. He waved them in the air in a circular pattern creating a clearer window than before. They saw the same building "Michael's Lounge" and the same line of furs waiting to get in. The fur pushed through the crowd as before but this time Apollo froze the image and changed the angle then zoomed in as if this was nothing more than a DVD they were watching. It was male black panther in an expensive white suit. Apollo made a motion with his paws and the image zoomed out far enough to see what street Michael's Lounge was on. It was downtown in an area where a lot of musicians and artist hang out to make a few bucks on the corners.
"That's Dontae's new disguise. Lets go. This was an image of 2 hours into the future. We have to find this place and stop him." Apollo said putting on his suit jacket.
"I know exactly where that place is! It's an upscale joint downtown. You need a suit and tie to get in. . .and you have to be 18." Tom said with a sigh.
"No problem. I'm a Blue, remember? The question is, do you two want to lose one whole year of your life?"
The two though about Apollo's question and they both decided to do it. What could they possibly miss in one year? My life is not that exciting, Tomas thought. The Lion whispered a few chants and then touched the two furs on the top of their heads with his two fingers.
"Combination Spell number 279: Life Haste 18 and Mature 21!" The lion yelled. The two fell to the floor. Apollo helped them back up. They looked almost the same as they did before but with subtle changes. He made them 18 years old but made them have the body of a 21 year old. Tom was still the 140 pound fox he was before, but there seemed to be less glow in his fur. It was slightly darker. That came with age, he thought. His father's fur was a shade of burgundy . . . the last time he saw him. Mark's muscles were a bit more defined, he shoulders broaden and he stood more erect than before.
"Pull out your Ids." Apollo said. They did. They both said that they were 18 years old. "It time to go. Lets get ready." He continued. "Since this is a classy joint and from the looks of it the two of you don't own a suit, I'll cast a few spells." He said a few chants and touched the bed. Two new Prada suits were on the bed each with a pair of expensive alligator shoes. One suit was a dark burgundy, the other was a wood-grain tan color. "Well boys, get dressed. When your done, meet me outside."
Apollo left out of the apartment. The other two furs got dressed in the fine clothes. They met Apollo outside in the parking lot. There was a new blue Mercedes-Benz E class waiting for them. Apollo was in the driver's seat. The Fox and German Shepard got in. They drove at a slow pimp's pace until they got to Michael's lounge. The place was an old theater that was converted into an upscale night club. There was ornate antique marble statues and carvings on the outside of the historic building. "Michael's Lounge' was written in lights in a large movie theater sign that went down from the roof to the huge lighted sigh above the main grand entrance. Written in lights was the featured artist "The Great Nine Duet and Open Mic" It was night-fall already when they pulled up. A valet in a red vest with the club's name on it and name tag; Jimmy it said, and took the keys and gave Apollo a green ticket with a number on it.
There was a line outside the jazz club and a bouncer checking a list. He was six foot three, looked to be 270 pounds, and had a clip board in his paws, a standard issue bouncer for any high end club. He didn't need any other qualifications to do his job. Apollo bee-lined to the front of the line, the other two furs followed closely.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hell no. Get to the back of the line, losers, or I'll have ta get physical." the muscular bouncer said in a fake deep voice as he grabbed Apollo by the collar of his suit. He wore a shirt so tight it seemed as though it would tear if he breathed in any deeper. He had a ear piece on, a pen in his right paw and a clipboard in the other. Apollo fixed his collar and dusted himself off.
"Look, me and my friends here are on the list so save yourself the embarrassment of getting fired for harassing important people and let us in. The names Apollo Rex, remember it next time " The lion said looking right into the bouncer's eyes. The bouncer didn't move an inch. He looked down and checked the list and frowned.
". . . Apollo, party of three." The bouncer said. Apollo patted the mountain of muscle on his back He was getting ready to say something smart to the huge guy but then he grabbed Apollo's paw and twisted it. Tom and Mark could hear the bones crack. Apollo paw hurt with pain he fell to one knee, getting the knee on his cream suit dirty. "I don't care who you are. I've rejected diplomats from this club, so don't get smart with me . . . lion." The bouncer said grimly. He sounded disgusted when he said 'lion' and pushed him on into the closed door of the club. The Fox and German Shepard smiled as they walked pass the bouncer and opened the door for Apollo. I guess he isn't as powerful as he thought, Mark thought tom himself with a mischievous grin. A few people in the crowd, as sophisticated as they were, laughed at the Lion, but he quickly regained his posture and dusted off his cream suit. He walking into the club with his head held up with pride, as if nothing happened.
Apollo looked around the club and frowned. It was a panther exclusive club. Everyone looked almost exactly like the other . . . except for Apollo, Thomas, and Markillion. There was a jazz pianist at the piano playing a smooth, fast-paced little number along with a percussionist playing the set. They were on the stage about 60 feet in front of them. The club was dark and everyone was wearing their best jewelry. There was more karats in there than in a rabbit's refrigerators. This club was definitely for the upperclass. There were many circular tables in the club but Apollo preferred the privacy of the booths against the wall.
Apollo guided the two furs to a booth on the right side of the club. The booth had dark red fabric and a diamond pattern. As soon as they sat down, a lady wearing a black and white waitress uniform approached them with menus.
The menus were thick, stocked with many different items. The waitress knew it would take a while for them to choose so she instinctively said as politly as she could and with the biggest smile, "Hello gentlemen! My name is Mari Low. Tonight's special is the salmon with the dill sauce, and a Spring salad with the house dressing. Feel free to call me when you have your order together. " She turned around and was about to leave when Apollo said,
"The three of us will be having the Steak, rare as in still bloody, and a bottle of your best wine." he closed his menu and gave it back to the waitress. Tom and Mark did the same. Mari left.
"We have about an hour before Dontae is to arrive. Be on the look out until then." Apollo said. Mark smacked his lips.
"How the hell are we supposed to do that? They all look the same!" Mark said in an aggravated tone.
"Just look for the richest, most flamboyant character in the joint. That should be him. Dontae always loved to live expensively." Apollo said.
The pianist and the percussionist played a little softer, gradually fading into the background as a Wolf trumpet player and a Coyote fugal horn player. A female raccoon announced the duet.
"Tonight we have a treat for you. The Great Nine Duet, with Adrian on trumpet and Peter on the Fugal horn!" The crowd cheered and a few furs whistled. The percussionist led them in then the two horn players joined in along with the piano player. They must have been well known, but neither of the three furs knew who they were. The two horn players were great. They each tried to outdo each other by taking their solo's up and octave or adding extra trills and flutter tongues, which was always a crowd pleaser. They played 5 pieces, their own compositions. When they finished they crowd went wild. Even the somewhat stoic Apollo cheered, but underneath he asked the question; there are two horn payers who played five pieces of music, then why the hell are they called the 'Great Nine Duet'? Tom was a bit energetic. He loved the Fugal horn every since he went to the Wayne Academy. They had an award winning symphonic band . . . he remembered that even though Dontae was a aid and was not a student, he was still the first chair trombonist.
The announcer came back out and announced the next group. It was an amateur jazz quartet from a local high school. The group was led by a black fox on trumpet. After they sat down, he set the tempo to the fast paced piece and they began to play. Each of the four students had a solo that they stood up for. The quartet played two pieces. They were pretty good. Mari came back with their food. They steak was rare almost bloody. Tom wasn't used to the taste of blood and only nibble at the steak and the side of garlic mashed potatoes. Mark had a voracious appetite. He always did every since they were little kids. The German Shepard ate and ate but never gain an ounce of unwanted flesh. Apollo, on the other paw, at like any civilized person did. Steak cooked rare was his favorite and oftentimes he would order it still bloody. Tom watched him as he ate. He never got a drop of the red blood on his deep blue, short fur. The fox pushed his plate away, he couldn't convince himself to eat the still bloody meat. Markillian eagerly accepted what he didn't want. The fox just sipped on the wine, another rare treat, and watched the stage.
For a while the night went on like that: one jazz or blues or symphonic group came out then another one followed it. It was great concert but the three furs lost tract of time. It had been an hour and a half already. The announcer came back out and said that it was time for open mic.
"Any volunteers?" She asked cheerfully, happy and bouncy. Apollo quickly raised his paw.
"Yeah, This guy here wants to get up and recite his favorite poem." he said forcing Tom to get up. Tom was shocked. His mouth was wide open. The crowd cheered him on but Tom was reluctant. It was completely unexpected. He didn't have a favorite poem and he most certainly would not want to stand in front of an audience if he did. Apollo whispered into the young fox's ear,
"If you go up there, Dontae might recognize you and make a move." Tomas smiled and got up on stage. The crowd cheered even louder. The announcer got his name.
"And now, I am proud to introduce Thomas Grey!" The band started playing softly in the background as Tom approached the Mic..
"This here is a poem I learned a long while ago. It's by an old friend of mine named Dave Fox. It's called 'I watched the Smoke'.
I watched the smoke, as it grew darker and blew up through the roof I watched them flee, saw them panic as the fire grew I saw Virginia, get rid of langley and its secrets too I held your hand, and sat there knowing that we'd make it through
I saw this man dispose of hunger and soap operas too I saw this field, that grew perfection full of things you do I saw this box, get rid of heartache and cure cancer too when I awoke I sat there hoping this is what we'll do
If we can, we will leave a letter and this song for you and we'll write once a day and float it through the sea to you we'll regret all those things we thought of but didn't ever do when the sky seems to clear who will then be left but a few, me and you."
The crowd went wild again as if Tom was a seasoned poet or jazz musician. He spoke with such emotion, such passion it brought a slight tear to his own green eyes. The female raccoon announcer came back out and whispered something off-mic to him and gave him a sealed envelope then the band played him off a smooth melody form an unfamiliar song. As Tom walked off stage, he opened the letter.
"You were really great, Thomas Grey. I would like to meet you in person in my V.I.P. lounge in about 15 minutes. It's upstairs, number 5. Tell the guards who you are and they'll let you in. COME ALONE!
~ William"
Tom knew who it was. It had to be Dontae. He balled up the letter and threw it in the trash before he came back to the table.
"So, was there anyone in the audience who paid any special attention to you?" Apollo asked. Tom shook his head, no. "Well keep your eyes open. Dontae IS here. We just have to find him." He took a sip of his wine.
After 15 minutes passed, Tom got up and said he had to use the bathroom. The other two thought nothing of it. They were too busy scanning the room as the next poet stood up on the stage. He went towards the bathroom, which was off the right side of the stage. Not too far from the bathroom was the stairs to the V.I.P. rooms. Tom quickly went up the stairs and looked for number five. There was a long hallway. It had dark red carpet, dim lights, and ornate statues and paintings and molding as seemed as a castle. In fact, Tomas thought, then entire theater seemed to be a castle. The place had to be at least 200 years old when it was first built. There didn't seem to be much activity on this floor. The door were spaced far from each other. As he walked closer to V.I.P. room number five, the fox could hear music.
There were two guards standing at the door. They seemed to be cut from the same cloth as the guard from the grand entrance. One was a muscular 280-pound Rottwiler and the other was an equally muscular cocaine white Pit Bull. These guards didn;'t have the same tight shirt as the one downstairs did. They wore formal attire, a black suit and dark sunglasses. Tom felt nervous and began to shake as he approached V.I.P. room number five with the ominous, looming, intimidating guards. He couldn't tell but he knew they had guns.
"Who are you?" The Pit Bull said looking over his dark Cartier sunglasses.
"I'm Tomas Grey. William told me to be here."
"Ah you're the 'bard' he was going on about." The Rottweiler said moving out of the Fox's way. He had a smile on his muzzle as if he was standing in front of a movie star. The Pit Bull opened the door for him and allowed him walk in. Tom's bushy red and white tail waved back and fourth as he entered.
The V.I.P. room was filled with furs. There was a small private party going on, but amongst the various furs, Tom could recognize who the host was. He was a black panther sitting on a white suede couch and had two female servants giving him a pedicure. Tom approached the very thin Black Panther with caution. He reminded him of Scarface, he had that look of . . . power on his face and in his oddly blue eyes. There was a huge opening in one of the walls with an elaborate balcony that allowed a perfect view of the stage below.
The panther waved to the fox as he came closer.
"Don't be shy, foxie. Come on over here and let the ladies bring you something to drink. The names William Betts by the way. Come! Sit!" he insisted referring to a spot next o him on the couch. His voice had a faint . . . a faint. . . Tom couldn't recognize what accent he had. Everyone who didn't speak English sounded the same to him. The fox couldn't tell the difference between a German speaking German Shepard and a Russian speaking Siberian Husky when it came to voice recognition.
Tom took a seat next to him on the suede couch. William was wearing a pure white suit with no tie and the top two buttons were undone, allowing his black fur that hugged him like black suede to show. He was thin, really thin, as thin as the young fox who sat next to him, and seemed to act as if he were the king of the world. He was obviously rich and wore a gold chain and at least 3 gold Rolex watches on his left arm. They were loose on him. His suit didn't seem to fit exactly right. It was draped on him, he was too thin to fit it but his suede-like fur was enough to keep it from sliding around too much.
Tom ordered a glass of cranberry juice from one of the ladies. William told the waitress to bring him a pound of 'Simi-sweet Special'. Tom didn't know what it was, but when the lady came back he saw that it was a solid block of dark chocolate on a silver platter.
William broke off a piece and put it into his mouth. He savored it, letting it melt in his mouth, never taking a bite. He closed his eyes. "Mmmmm um, Mmm um Mmm. That's the good stuff Charlene." He said to the waitress. Charlene offered Tom a piece and he accepted. "Now Tomas, to fully enjoy the rich flavor of the chocolate, you must never bite into it, let the richness surround your tongue. Work your tongue around the corners of the piece and swallow little by little. The strong flavor will shock you at first, but your mouth and taste buds will soon grow accustom to it's strength. After a few seconds, the smell of the chocolate will overwhelm you and you will be in a state of euphoria, similar to a high you get after sex. Immediately after you finish it, your mouth will crave more and no other chocolate can fill that void but this specific formula of choclate right here." William said before the fox could put it into his mouth. Tom nodded and looked at the piece of chocolate. It looked like a normal piece of a Hershey bar to him. Tom did exactly as William told him. The chocolate was strong, about 85% coca, and it had a slight taste of cinnamon. Tom loved every molecule of the piece of chocolate. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he slid back in the chair. It was like . . . a personal kiss from and angel. As soon as the Simi-Sweet Special had melted in his mouth and the young fox swallowed every drop, the heavenly feeling faded quickly and, like William said, he craved more.
"I love chocolate. I eat maybe 2 pounds of it a day. I import the best in the world and spend at least 150 thousand dollars a year on chocolate. It's a passion of mine. That is why I am known as the Coca King." William said then laid back on the couch, spreading his thin arms to both sides of the couch. The black panther seemed completely relaxed but Tomas was slightly shaking. A chocolate junkie going through withdrawal. Was this really Dontae or is he really a panther chocoholic? He asked himself. This guy was nothing like the wolf who yiffed him before, that dominate, dominating, domineering wolf who was in complete control of the young fox. Tom looked over at the panther on his right. He couldn't be him. . . could he?
A waitress came over to William and gave him a Cuban cigar. He bit off the tip and Charlene lit it for him and walked away. Cuban, Tom though, his accent had a tinge of Cuban. But it wasn't. He puffed the cigar once the held it between his index and middle finger on his right paw. He sat up and bit before saying in a smooth voice, "Come with me for a minute, Foxie." He put down the cigar in a crystal ashtray on a small table on the side of the white suede couch.
William stood up and so did Tom. He felt nervous and shook a bit. Tom finished off the last of his glass of cranberry juice and followed the panther to another room in the back of V.I.P. lounge number five. The party went on without no one paying the two furs any attention, all of them were panthers like downstairs except for a few. They were the musicians who had played earlier. William walked the young fox over to a door on the right side of the large, bright room with all white furniture. He opened the door. It was dark in the room but the panther didn't turn on the lights. Tom stood at the doorway as William went in. He looked back at the fox and could only see his silhouette.
"You coming or not?" he asked. The young fox was about to say No but then he caught a glimpse of the panther's eye. They reflected blue light. One thing Tomas noticed that night in that club was that no panther had blue eyes. This has to be him. He thought to himself. Tom walked into the dark room.
"Close the door behind you." the panther commanded. Tom did as the host told him. He felt on the wall for a light switch and found it. The lights blinked on and off a few times then came on. They were in a small prep room for the musicians. There were instrument cases and boxes scattered around the room. A ugly green couch was against the wall to Tom's left and a vending machine on the wall to his right and a table with several open boxes on it was in the middle of the room. William walked over to the table and opened one of the boxes. He picked up some papers and tossed the to the floor, searching for something in the box. He found it after a few seconds and turned around. He had a sly smile on his muzzle.
"Love is a beautiful thing, don't you think?" William asked the fox, who was still standing at the door. He stood silently. "I knew there was something about you . . . when I heard that poem. There's a spark of . . . something in you."
"A spark of something . . .?" Tomas asked letting the question hang in the air.
"You are very bright for someone your age. Don't act simple with me now. You know who I am." The panther said, his accent gone. He walked closer to Tom with the papers in his paws. Tom didn't know what to expect so he took a step back and his back was to the door. He could hear the music and the dancing in the V.I.P. room they had just left. No one would hear him if he screamed.
"D. . .Dontae?" Tom asked. The panther was only a few inches from his face, the mysterious paper still in his paws. His silky black tail waved back and fourth, his blue eyes fixed onto the fox's green ones. Dontae made a fan with the papers and fanned himself and the scared fox from top to bottom.
Tom felt strange as the cool air went through his fur. He looked away from the panther. Dontae tossed the papers to the floor and wrapped his arms around the young fox's neck and kissed him on his lips. Tom felt his body tense but then let go and relax. He wrapped his own arms around the black panther and ran his fingers through the soft fabric of his white suit. They parted.
"It is you, Dontae." The Fox said liking his lips. He felt overwhelmed. These feeling he had for the wolf that nearly raped him. He only knew Dontae for a short time but . . . for some strange reason . . . he . . . loved him. He couldn't comprehend why. He just did, accepted it without reason. After a few moments he continued, "I -" Dontae cut him off.
"I know you have strong feelings for me, Tomas. Is it because of the way I treated you? Is that how you like it?" He grabbed the fox by his shoulders and held him tightly, slightly hurting the young fox with a predators grin on his blunt, feline muzzle. His whiskers reflecting the light like a well polished sword in motion. He cringed and looked away. Dontae knew more about the young fox than he himself did. The panther grabbed Tom's chin and made him look him in the eye.
"You will never be anything more than a slave, a pet, a toy." Dontae said, his smile still there. He pushed the young fox against the door hard and licked the side of the fox's muzzle. Tom did little to stop him. "When you accept that as a fact, then come back to me . . . without your two little friends." He let go of the fox. His heart felt crushed. He came this close and was denied. Tom knelt down on one knee and looked down to the floor. Dontae laughed a bit and kicked his other leg down so that he was down on both knees.
"You can beg better than that! I can have any toy I wish, what makes you think I want you? I should kill you right now." The panther said with a sadistic grin. Tom looked up for less than a second and quickly looked back down to the floor. The fox had a look of fear in his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was doing. Bowing down to another man so willingly. For a second he thought about getting up but that thought was driven away when he saw Dontae's pants and underwear hit the floor. "Suck my dick and I might just consider you to be my fuck toy. Got that Foxie?"
Every fiber in the fox's body wanted to do as Dontae said. For as far back as he could remember, Tom always got pleasure from pleasuring others. Men seemed easier to please than women. The more pleasure they felt meant the more pleasure he felt. It was a new, extreme level of submissiveness. It made him ashamed and aroused all at once but in the end, Tom was more aroused than ashamed. He put his right paw on the panther's sheath and pulled it back to let the hardening, pink meat be exposed. He sniffed it once then licked the tip. Dontae moaned and put his paws behind him.
Tomas put the thick meat into his muzzle and let his tongue work around the shaft. He bobbed his head back a fourth a few times before taking it out of his mouth. Dontae obviously enjoyed the feeling and moaned and purred. Tom held Dontae's cock tightly in his paws. It was about 8 inches long and thick. He ran his tongue along the underside of the panther's shaft and was rewarded with a jet of hot pre-cum as he got to the tip. He let it slide down his throat and he couldn't stop himself from smiling as he looked up a saw Dontae, almost glowing with pleasure, he could see it in his face. He was doing a good job.
Dontae thrust his cock into Tom's muzzle and Tom was more than happy to accept it. Dontae thrust in and out of the fox's muzzle and purred. His paws were in the young fox's head fur, scritching him like a pet fox. After a while he stopped and a few strong jets of thin pre-cum splashed down Tomas's throat. The warmth going down his throat drove him insane with passion. It felt so good to pleasure the panther. Tom bobbed his head again up and down the thick meat slick with pre-cum and his saliva, going the entire 8 inches from tip to knot. His right paw held Dontae's sheath behind his knot. With each bob, Tom pulled the sheath back even further, forcing Dontae to buck his hips and drive his pink meat down deeper into the fox's throat. After only a few moments, Dontae drove his cock as deep as it would go down the fox's throat and bucked his hips. One shot, two shots. Five shot of cum splashed down the foxes throat. It had nowhere to go but down his throat since Dontae's knot blocked his mouth and he wouldn't let the fox pull his cock out of his muzzle.
When he was finally done, he slowly pulled his hard pink member out of the fox's muzzle. It was covered in his warm, thick, sticky cum and Tom's spit. Cum spilled out of Tom's muzzle and dribbled down his chin, dripping off his fur. Tomas felt as though he had drowned in the panther's thick cum, but it felt good to have that warmth inside him, down his throat . . . and now, it was gone. Tom gripped the panther's shaft with both his paws and Dontae squeezed out a strong shot of cum that landed forcefully onto Tom's muzzle. Dontae wiped his cock off on Tom's soft red and white face fur like a rag. Now his whole face was covered in Dontae's essence. The tip of his cock had a small drop of cum oozing out. Tom licked it off then slid Dontae's entire member into his muzzle again and just held it there. He slid it out with a slurp.
"You really do love my cock don't you, Foxie?" Dontae asked with a smile. Tom nodded.
"I . . . love you, Dontae. All of you. I want to be yours." Tomas said bowing his head, looking straight down at the ground. Dontae smiled. Of all of the yiff toys he had in the past, Tom was the only one who said that he loved him. No matter how much power he had . . . he could never make anyone love him. He killed every fur he ever yiffed, usually immediately after. The fox before him, on his knees looking down to the ground as if he were standing before royalty, truly loved him. I bet he would do anything for me if I asked him. Dontae thought to himself. He ran his paws through the red fur on Tom's head. He put on his pants and underwear.
"Stand up." The black panther said calmly but with a slight growl. Tom did as he was told. Cum still dripped from the fur on his chin. He had made sure he swallowed all that was in his muzzle. ". . . you can stand by my side." The thin black panther said. Tom looked at him with a smile and hugged him. "But first you have to get rid of your two friends downstairs. Especially the Blue Lion." Dontae said. Tom had almost forgotten about them. He continued, "I put a blocked spell around this entire room with the paper fan. He will never find us."
How did he do it without the elaborate moves, and hand gestures and chants as Apollo did? Was he really so strong, those things were not necessary?
"We can be together forever, Tomas, but you have to promise to only serve me and only me. All ties with other furs shall be broken and I will be yours as well." Dontae said. Tom nodded, more than happy to give up everything for the Blue. "You must show your devotion to me by killing both The Blue Lion and your step brother. I will give you the tools necessary to do it, but only you must do it. Do you understand?"
Tom was in a state of shock. Kill his step brother to be with the man whom he is inexplicably in love with? The very thought of it festered in his mind. And just how the hell was he going to kill a Blue? Not just a Blue, but a True Blue? He was only a weak seventeen year old fox (now in a slightly aged body). He had lost everything else in his life once before . . . there was nothing else to lose. Apollo was just an acquaintance. He would fell little if not any remorse for killing him. Markillian was different though. That was his step brother. They had been through a lot together. Even though they didn't have the same mother and their father was nowhere to be found, they stuck together through a lot of hardships. It would be hard to kill him, Tom looked into Dontae's Blue eyes, . . .but it could be done. Tomas kissed Dontae on the lips softly. He was taller than him so he had stand on the tip of his toes.
"I'll do it." Tom said. Dontae smiled a wide, almost nefarious grin.
"We won't do it tonight, but it will be soon. I have to give you the proper tools to kill the Blue Lion. I'll take you to my hide out and . . . I'll teach you." Dontae said. He put his left paw on his chest and gripped his sweat slicked black fur. With one finger he marked an X across his chest. There was disturbance in the air and Tom blinked. When he opened his eyes, Dontae's body was contorting, his fur was growing longer. His muzzle was changing from the blunt feline shape into a longer wolf shape. The fur on his tail fluffed out and grew longer, his muscles beefed up, adding about 60 pounds to his once thin frame. He growled and panted with fury, it seemed to be painful but he never let out a tear or a howl, only a growl. When it was over he shook his fluffy black fur. The suit was extremely tight on him, but as he shook, the white suit tailored itself to fit him perfectly. He was the wolf Tom had saw the other day. He looked stunning.
"Let's go." He said. He waved his paw in the air back and fourth like he did the paper fan and suddenly there was a crack. The blocker spell had been broken. It only took a fraction of a second before Apollo contacted Tom telepathically. This was something new to Tomas and he quickly covered his ears, a reflex.
"Where are you? Are you ok? Did you find Dontae?" Apollo's voice said. Dontae removed Tom's paws from his ears.
"Forgive me." Dontae said then slapped him hard. Apollo's voice was gone. "That was a mind sweeper protection spell. You won't be hearing from the Blue Lion anymore. Now follow me." He walked over to the other side of the room then walked back to the door.
What was that all about? Tom thought. Dontae opened the door. There was no party going on. Somehow they were at the back emergency exit to Michael's Lounge. They stepped out into the night. A dark blue Bentley pulled up and the back doors opened. Dontae got in and Tom followed. There was no one in the driver's seat. They drove off into the night. Tom was scared for his life.
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Apollo almost fell out of his chair when Dontae smacked Tom. Dontae's paws hit Apollo hard, knocking out his ability to contact Tomas.
"What's wrong?" Mark asked.
"Dontae escaped . . . and took Tom with him." Apollo said holding his cheek, checking for missing teeth. They were all there.
Mark was shocked. His step brother was gone. He was alone. Suddenly everything felt numb. Tom was his only real family and now this 'Blue" took him away. The thought that Tom may have left with Dontae on his own will never crossed the German Shepard's mind. He stood up, the love of his brother, his half brother, was the driving force. They both left Michael's Lounge. On the stage was a trumpet player and a pianist playing Rhapsody in Blue.
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