To Take a Chance
"Oh holy fuck that hurts! Aww shit. I mean, damn my head is pounding..."
Many firsts in such a short amount of time. Unfortunately, many of which he wouldn't remember to the extent he would wish to. Morning light cursed his opening eyes, causing him to recoil back under the covers. Every movement, every sensation, multiplied to an incredible degree. Unfortunately, an incredibly painful degree.
So many firsts within the last twenty-four hours, but it definitely wasn't the first time he had woken up cursing like a sailor.
"Ughhh, where the fuck am I?" he asked to no one in particular. An inner monologue didn't really register with him. He was too distracted by: "Fuck, the pounding in my head. Shit, all those stories about hangovers are true."
So, as one would probably guess, he had a headache pounding into him like a jackhammer, and he wasn't handling it in the most honorable fashion. His paws rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the massive pressure within. Of course, this only stood to make things worse for him. Eyes scrunching up, mouth opening and closing in not-so-silent groans, he took notice of his surroundings, in a sensual sense. As he kept trying to make the pain just go away with one paw, the other skittered across the bed he was laying on, feeling the sheets and pillows. Shockingly comfortable was the only way to describe it. If he wasn't fighting the first hangover of his life he would more than likely be enjoying where he was, even if he was failing to see it at the moment.
After what seemed forever (as it very well may have been) He poked a nose out from under the covers, his whiskers giving a painfully loud twitch. He felt the sunlight bathe his face, and even through his shut eyelids it felt like he was in a tanning salon, "Which I very well could be for all I know." Even when alone he just had to hear his own voice.
Okay, now was the time, more then ever. Even though the sunlight was causing him suffering with his eyes closed, he couldn't just sit there and not know what was going on anymore. Or, more importantly, not knowing where he was anymore.
It sounded to him like ice cracking on a frozen lake, a sound of foreboding danger. In reality it was him opening his left eye. Of course, everything sounded like that to an extent right now. It was hard not to focus on all these incredibly painful sounds with the hangover still having such a hold on him.
And then the other eye opened, in a similar fashion. After blinking in rapid succession for a good minute or so, his pupils became less dilated and he was finally able to take in his surroundings. And quite the scene to survey too.
It was obviously a condo, and not on the ground floor from the a quick look at the very large bay window that covered the whole eastern wall (Wait, was that east? If it was morning it must have been east, but if it was evening, west then huh?). So that was why so much sunlight was pouring in. He quickly got up from the bed and went to the window, looking at the outside world for a brief moment. He was at least ten stories up, he could tell that. Of course, he still didn't know where he was though, so it wasn't like knowing the topography could really help him.
A scream from the ground below caused him too shut the curtains as quickly as possible, though he wasn't sure why. Ohhh, that's right. He was stark-naked. Seeing a naked weasel in full morning glory probably wasn't what most people were gunning for so early (assuming it was morning of course). Strangely enough though, he didn't really pay too much mind to his lack of clothing. He didn't remember why he would have neglected to at least were his panties before going to bed, but he felt fine without them. Plus, he was starting to take in the rest of his scenery.
And if anything caught his eyes the quickest, it was the various "toys" strewn about the room. Objects of obviously fetish involved pleasures were laid about the carpet, and from the looks of things he at least knew why he was here. From the positions and just plain messiness of the items it was quite noticeable that last night had been tiring for him and...
Who? That was definitely what he should have been thinking about the most, as opposed to the obviously well-decorated room. It was set for comfort and a bit of style, no doubt about that, and it looked like what he had more than likely done last night was a regular thing. This place was made for relaxation, and also fun too. The were some tasteful paintings upon the wall, though he couldn't help but feel they were more than likely supposed to invoke certain.. Feelings as well. In blunt terms, trying to get someone horny. As he did one last spin around to try and remember some of this place from last night, he only succeeded in having those images do just that to him. Not really to his surprise, but he couldn't help but blush despite being alone at the moment.
This finally brought his mind back to the most important matter. As he sat back down on the bed and covered himself (to hide his boner) he tapped his chin thoughtfully, trying very hard one last time to remember. Futile of course, especially with the pounding headache. Looking at the bedside table he saw a conveniently placed bottle of aspirin, though he was suspicion for a moment that it was put there just for him. Which in hindsight, he would realize it was.
Downing two pills and swallowing hard, he gave a tremendous sigh of relief. "Oooof, that feels way better." Placebo effec, but if it worked, he wasn't about to knock it. The pounding vein slowed down ever so slightly, and his foggy memory began to clear. Not much, but enough.
He was... Well, evidently in someone's condo, there after what looked like the most fun filled evening of sex in his life. He must have drunk a lot last night, because he had a hangover. Okay, he knew that much. Now there was just that twelve hour gap to worry about. Hmmm, more than a little annoying. He had to start at the beginning, if he could focus long enough to get that far. With another tiny sigh of exasperation he brought a paw up to rub his head free of pain, but this time found something unexpected. One of his well polished claws caught something as he reached up, and as he rubbed his paw pad around it he deduced... that it was metal. He found a clasp in the back, and after some clumsy fiddling the device was detached.
"Pet," the silver collar said, and in an incredibly beautiful form of calligraphy too. It might have been pure silver, he couldn't be sure. Even so though, the thing was expensive. The clasp and words upon it implied great craftsmanship and care, and the weight probably meant it was worth a lot too. And hefting it in his paw, he didn't understand how he hadn't noticed it at first.
And from this, a new query arose. Were had this thing come from? He could hazard a guess, but still.... Oh well, remembering last night would probably answer this new question too.
So, first things first. Today was hopefully Saturday, and that meant yesterday was Friday. Brilliant observation aside, that meant yesterday he must have once again went on his ritualistic bout finding a new lover. So, where did he go last night? Well, if it was Saturday, it must be the twenty third, so he went to the Twister again. And he must have been wearing his clichéd outfit as well, because looking around the room again he found his leather shorts tangled up in a mass of other clothing near the bed. And reaching up to his large weasely ears, he confirmed this by finding his tell-tale earrings.
Alright, at the Twister, and wearing his usual outfit. But what did he do? It was all starting to come back to him now, his headache beginning to subside for the most part.
It was... about eight o clock? He was at the entrance, finding that new bouncer from so long ago. "Heya Martin."
"Heya little Alex. So, gonna have some more fun tonight? Or are ya gonna keep me company again?" A tiny snicker, but a hopeful one nonetheless.
He shook his head, at least he remembered that he did. "Naw, sorry ya big sexy lizard. I can't join ya tonight."
And, what happened next? Oh yeah, "Well, I could just stop ya from going in. You look a little too dangerous to be trusted in there, heh." He sure loved to tease him. That is, after he'd blowed him real good a month ago.
A new voice entered the fray now, though a very familiar and friendly one. "Oh, you now this cutie couldn't hurt a fly big guy. We've got a date though, so could we go in?"
Alex couldn't help but smile widely. He looked over his shoulder, giving the big tiger a fervent nod. "That's right, me an Angelo have a date, so we kinda need to go inside."
Martin looked like he wasn't totally convinced, but he couldn't argue with that. "Alright, you owe me one though little weasel."
At this point he... did something, something to seem like he was actually together with Angelo, right? Yup, he laced his paw in the feline's and walked past the now dejected reptile at the door, tickling his chin a bit as he went inside. "I sure do Martin, don't let me forget big guy." Alex and his new charge went inside, the tiger giving his ass a little smack as they entered the busy club.
"Ohhh, yeah. I was with Angelo. Why did I meet him again?" He was sure there was a reason, and a very good one too. Think think think!
"So, what's your plans for tonight?" the grinning feline said.
"That's right!" he said with a victorious snap of his paw digits. "We were going out for some clubbing! Ouch!" Yeah, he still had a headache. Better watch the enthused yelling. It as all true though, for he and the cat had had the date set for a couple of weeks. They would meet at the club, and if they somehow didn't find people they'd just have some fun together. Or invite each other for a little more action than usual. It had been months (about six) since they had that wonderful night, and they had still kept in touch, seeing each other and having fun together like they did last night.
So, back on track. The stage was set, and he knew at least how the night was started. He and Angelo entered, under the farce of being "together." Alex couldn't help but laugh at little at that. Sure, he liked the cat, but him settling down with anybody? No fucking way!
Sitting together, in a booth he was sure. He and Angelo were laughing quietly at their jest. "So, did you actually want to have a little fun tonight my weasel?"
But, if his memory served right, he wasn't even listening. He was looking over at the bar, looking for his new challenge. Hadn't changed a bit.
"Errr, what was that?" He blinked himself awake and looked back at Angelo.
Angelo rolled his eyes expectedly and patted his head softly. "Never mind, looks like you're already way ahead of me. So who're you looking for tonight then, if I could ask?"
Alex nodded with a mischievous smile. Now, he knew what he wanted to do that night, but with whom? That was the question. Well, didn't really matter. "It's not the whom Angelo babe, it's which two people I'm gonna have fun with tonight."
The tiger raised a brow in interest, as if he hadn't exactly heard him right. "Oh really? Foisting yourself out on two victims tonight? That scaly was right, you're dangerous." He chuckled a bit to himself, that same chuckle he used on Alex many months ago.
Alex tsk-tsked a bit at his words, finding them a bit naive. "And you think I couldn't do it? If that kangaroo can, so can I." He spoke with that normal smug arrogance, grinning a bit and pointing to a party of three coming pretty close to basically fucking right there on the dance floor, and the marsupial was obviously leading the "pack" And why shouldn't he be able to? He had enough experience, it was just all about finding the right group of people, right?
Another little groan issued from the musteline. His mind felt like it was treading through maple syrup. Why was he having so much trouble remembering now? He was doing fine a second ago. Just try harder dammit! Finding himself close his eyes again to get a visual, he suddenly saw his memory leap ahead. He was now walking to the bar, and apparently Angelo was left behind. He sat down at the bar, in a very special seat. He chose it for a good reason, he was quite sure. In fact, it he wasn't even allowed to drink yet, so there must have been a good reason. And that reason must have had something to do with that voice he heard only moments later.
"Hmm, so you thought you'd just cut in?"
A deep, powerful voice came from his left, and he saw... Ugh, why couldn't he remember? It was a powerful voice, as if it commanded his attention. He did know that much. The face didn't materialize yet in his mind though. It was like all he could remember was that strong voice. Another voice came this time from his blurred perception. A meeker, more subdued voice.
"Yeah, we were talking my little friend."
A chuckle, a snicker, a guffaw... Well, you get the point. In his memory, and in the now, he found the last part of that statement funny. Not his rudeness at interrupting the two of course, but everyone saw him as "little," "tiny," and "small." What was with that? It's not like he was a midget or anything. Course, such words played right into how he wanted to be perceived. Still, the fact that everyone called him that without him trying to push them in that direction was almost mind-boggling.
"Now, if you would excu-"
"Ah-hah!" the weasel cried triumphantly. That was when he remembered the touch. That big paw came to brush his face ever so slightly, a steel gray paw belonging to one of the biggest canines he ever saw. He saw himself turn and look at the face, and now he could finally remember it!
It was a firm face, but not intimidating. Simply put, one that suited his voice perfectly, a voice and body that wanted you to listen, and listen good too. The man's snout and head shaped screamed husky, and though he couldn't remember if he actually was one or not, he couldn't really think of him as anything else at this point.
"-se us... I'm betting you don't have to cut in with the bod you're sporting anyway." As he now clearly saw the face, he remembered that smile too. And what a smile! It bordered on dazzling if he remembered correctly. And he was sincerely hoping he was.
"Oh hush. Who're you here for? Him or me?" The smaller voice sounded the tiniest bit hurt, but it was an act. Alex was far too experienced to think that slightly pained quality was real. He used the same tone all the time. He didn't remember the smaller one's voice though, but then again, had he been worth remembering? That was the question.
"Don't be so prude Daniel, I'm just teasing you. You know why I'm here." And this was what jogged the most. He had still been staring at the face of the big husky at the time, and he remembered a wink. Authentic for sure, but who was it for? He had seemed to wink to the both of them, and for once he was completely thrown off by such a simple action. The room got all the more clear in his mind, the lights brighter, and he even remembered what song was playing too. Ignorance can seemingly bring back memories the best.
"I sure do Richard, but then again, being a little more forward than usual?" This also puzzled him, possibly even more so. As he turned to face the soft-spoken hound he tilted his head, trying to understand. He didn't even realize it, but he remembered him now too. Maybe that was because attention wasn't focused on him for once. The hound had eyes that almost burned with a baleful look, but he didn't seem the sad sort, just... Well, quiet. It would seem the two's voices matched their looks perfectly, which sure made remembering them a hell of a lot easier.
"Fine fine," the one he remembered as Richard said, "Must it always be so teasing like this though? I mean, I'm pretty horny now." Still, Alex was lost. He thought he knew what they meant, but who could tell? They were speaking in riddles!
"You're always horny ya big ol' mutt, and you're always happier when it's done this way." Daniel (he was hoping name-wise) had said that, his tiny voice barely rising above the music.
Alex didn't remember much, but he knew what he was thinking right then. He had had enough. They were talking like he wasn't even there, and if he wanted to pull this off he'd have to get attention on him again, and darn fast. So it was time to think up a brilliant counter-move to shock them enough to gain more ground.
"Horny eh? Well I don't know what you're waitin' for..." and it fizzled out completely. His memory that is. So he could have ended that sentence in any way, shape or form for all he knew. He could have said; "for, but I'm here and ready boys," or; "for, cause you never want to hold such tension inside, it ain't good for your system". Or even a million other things, which didn't suit him well. All he could remember was that look of stark disbelief on the hound's face and that smirk from the husky. That sure wasn't telling him much, besides how he offended one and teased the other. Go figure.
"Somebody needs to loosen up is the problem, or a couple of somebodies, more like." The husky said with a toothy grin, his brilliant teeth gleaming once more. "Bartender, three left handers." The club special.
"I-I d-don't..." Alex faltered for once, completely losing any aloofness he may have had. The weasel was seeing less and less in his mind's eye, and almost like he could see his face from a distance, red twinge beneath his dark fur. "Underage!" he wanted to scream, and given his experiences with alcohol he wasn't about to knock back a few drinks anytime soon.
"Err, I'm not in the mood myself Richard. Must we?" Those hound eyes were trained on Alex now; he could feel the sympathy almost pouring from them as the dog patted him on the back reassuringly.
"Of course. It's been weeks, and I'm sure we'll all loosen up at least a little won't we? Richard leaned down, looking the now shamed weasel in the eyes and lifting up his muzzle. "C'mon, we could have some fun I bet, who knows what'll happen when a few drinks are tossed down." That wink again, but it almost felt like it was going through him, aimed at the hound behind him and not the weasel himself.
"Sure fine thanks Richard!" Alex piped up enthusiastically, wanting to break the awkwardness. He felt driven by that wink, as if wanting to unlock its secrets, like it was some sort of ancient puzzle. And with the hint Richard had dropped (But was it for him really?) he was sure taking that drink would help get things moving. Besides, why was he here anyway? He had a goal here, and that was to get slammed by two at once! And that wasn't going to happen if he got cold feet at the last second.
"Well, if you're sure little weasel..." Daniel began, but the drinks had already arrived, the larger than normal martini glasses sparkling a bit with the concoction within. Alex gulped in a way he hoped wasn't at all audible and looked down birds eye view fashion into the glass. He saw his reflection for a moment, and with it was the two dogs' next to him, as if waiting to see what he'd do. Well, he wasn't going to be cowardly with those two watching now would he? So he picked up the glass, and with one unceremonious gulp took it in all at once, his tongue sticking out from the strength of the brew as he gagged slightly on his own saliva...
And now he was back to square one. He was remembering so well a few moments ago, and now with that one past action it all blurred out again, like snow on a TV screen. He conked his own skull with his paws a few times as if trying to dislodge his memories, but he only succeeded in reminding himself that he had a migraine no less than five minutes ago.
"Ohhh, dammit. So what happened then?" he whined aloud, lying back with his eyes closed. "Who'd I go home with? Obviously not both from the looks of it."
"Didn't give yourself enough credit last night, and most certainly not enough now weasel pet." It was that strong voice, and it seemed right in his ear, in fact... He could feel the hot breath too! His eyes popped open and he yipped slightly as he was being stared down by none other than Richard, his canine smile seeming to glow even when he was in shadow.
"Yeah, who said you didn't get what you wanted little friend?" And as if by magic, the other canine was looking him right in the face as well, smiling in his meek manner. He felt the diminutive canid paw tickle under his chin playfully, as if trying to reassure, just like he know knew he must have done last night.
"Glad you're finally up though, you kept us waiting too long. With all the fun we had though, I can hardly believe you didn't slip into a pleasure induced coma." Just how he remembered, or how the weasel thought he remembered.
"Oh hush, he had a rough night after how you treated him," Obviously it was Daniel speaking up again. Alex would have interjected, but this conversation was too revealing of last night to stop now.
"Ohhh, you know he loved it. And it's not like you didn't put that collar on the pet. It was your idea."
"Tchh, he was too drunk to know up from down after all the martinis you forced down his throat, among other things."
"I didn't see you complaining when he bent over for ya right there in the bar. I had to keep you and him off each other before we got back here."
"Not my fault he was eager, and that was only because of the drinks Richard! You loaded us both up with so much booze we could hardly think straight!"
"Is it my fault you're both lightweights? Besides, you're always more fun when you're trashed anyway. And it did the job didn't it?"
Daniel rolled his eyes, though Alex could hardly tell still being on his back and all. "Well, I can't argue with that. Seems like our weasel couldn't remember a thing though, how much fun can that be?" He seemed to almost instinctively scratch at the musteline's headfur, like he was some sort of pet they both looked after. He couldn't tell if it was endearing or downright insulting. Maybe both.
"Really, you think so? I dunno, what about you pet? Remember getting plowed in a two on one?" He had that knowing smirk, but almost seemed serious.
Alex felt terribly on the spot, but who could blame him? He was sans clothing except for his collar and completely exposed, and until five seconds ago he was talked about like he was a family plaything. Which he was feeling more and more like by the second. "Ummm, not really. But this was a set up wasn't it? You planned for his didn't you? Did Angelo do this?"
They both tilted their heads in their caninesque fashions, but also seemed to smile sheepishly, perfectly in unison for a moment. "I dunno who Richard is little weasel," Richard said softly, "But no one set you up per se. We do this every weekend."
And now it all made sense. It had to have been to perfect to be true. He was played for a fool, and quite masterfully too. He must have looked at least a tiny bit dejected, because they both seemed to fly to his aid, looking sympathetic.
"Of course though, you were really fun, even if drunk. Just cause we planned for a trio of fun doesn't mean you didn't clinch the deal little weasel." Even in his sorrowful state he could see Daniel patronizing him like that a mile away. He appreciated it all the same though.
"Yeah, I mean, it's not like we always leave with someone every weekend. We still have to find someone who can promise some fun, and you fit the bill perfectly." Richard's words didn't seem shallow at all, and almost truthful. He definitely felt better almost instantly. "You don't remember anything though? Jeez, I do feel kinda bad with all the fun we had and you not remembering a lick of it."
Alex shrugged softly, seizing the brief amount of quiet to finally be heard. "Well, I don't at all. I mean, does it really matter? Isn't that why we have instant replays for sports events?"
And there it was again, the smirk from Richard and the look of disbelief from Daniel. But unlike last time though, a fit of giggles seemed to overtake the room, led by the canine pair.
"Wow, morning wood stronger than usual huh pet?" Richard said with a sly grin, paw slowly trailing down his stomach and stopping right at the navel.
"Let's just say that it's a memory refresher shall we?" and there was that smile that told all from that arrogant weasel. He was back on top, feeling like the center of attention and loving it immensely.
"Well, how could we argue with a request like that from our favorite pet?" And for once, it would seem like Daniel was being the teasing one.
Epilogue:
Such spiteful planning, and through the simple act of calling a best friend. Was the voice familiar? It was filled with too much malice to even be recognizable if it were.
*ring... ring... ring... click*
"Hey dude. So, are we all set up?"
"Sure sure, but do I have to do this? I don't like this idea at all."
"Of course you do, you have to! He has already seen the rest of us; you're the only one he hasn't met. It's not like you have to have sex with the fag anyway."
"Fuck, I hope not. Still, blechhh, it gives me the creeps."
"Don't worry ya pussy, just act pretty for the weasel and we'll do the rest, hehe."
"Grrr, fuck you man. I'm only doing this because that weasel bastard ruined our bud's life anyway. After that incident he had to move away from the prick."
"Not like I don't know that dumbass, he's living with me know. And now everyone thinks he's a fag too, it's terrible."
"Jeez, I thought maybe they weren't all shitheads, but getting a guy drunk and taken' advantage of him. Damn dude."
"Yeah, well he'll get what's coming to him anyway, no matter. Just don't fuck up."
"You either, see ya later."
"See ya."
*click*