Master's Favorite Ch. 2
Chapter 2
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Zander drifted in and out of consciousness, catching small, bleary glimpses and sounds of his current surroundings. The dark, windowless interior of a vehicle--the back of a van if he had to guess--the sounds of the engine, as well as the voices of his captors.
"Damn kid. Can't see what the hell the Master would want with such a scrawny little bastard..." It was the wolf.
"Who knows. He has his tastes. Not for us to question." It was a deep bass voice. More than likely the bear.
The wolf snorted in annoyance. "Yeah, well I'd love to teach this little prick a lesson. Make him regret that cheap shot he gave me." He gave Zander a rough shove in the ribs with his foot, causing the semi-conscious mongoose to groan.
The wolf gave one of his trademark chuckles and reached over, grabbing Zander up by the collar of his dirty, tattered shirt.
"Y'know, he really don't seem like much of a prize..." The wolf snorted and looked the mongoose over a bit. Then a menacing, almost demented smile slunk across his face. "maybe I ought ta try out th' new merchandise. Just ta see..." He chuckled again and slid his free hand down towards Zander's crotch, grabbing it forcefully causing the mongoose to groan once more and squirm weakly in his grasp.
"Are you nuts!? Do you have any idea what the Master would do to you?"
The hyena bolted out of the passenger seat of the van and grabbed the wolf roughly by the neck, shoving him into the side of the van.
"We had very specific orders! This one is off. Limits," The hyena growled threateningly at the wolf.
The wolf glared at the hyena with murder in his eyes, but said nothing, letting go of Zander and shoving him to the other side of the van. The hyena sighed and rolled his eyes, giving the wolf a threatening glare of his own and returned to the passenger seat, flipping on the radio.
"Some day, though," the wolf growled under his breath, crossing his arms and leaning back against the side of the van.
"Someday the Master's gonna be done with him."
His chuckle held nothing but pure malice as he glared over at the again unconscious Zander.
"Then he's mine..."
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The jerking of the van as it came to a halt and the sound of the engine being killed brought Zander back to a groggy consciousness. Slowly he tried sitting up despite the amazing pain in his head, back, ribs, and pretty much everything else attached to his body. The next thing he knew the double doors of the van swung open and he was blinded by an intense light, causing the dull throb in his head to pound out new notes of pain he didn't think were imaginable.
Disoriented, and well blinded by the light of the spotlight, he was in no condition to struggle as the hulking figures of the bear and hyena pulled him from the van and threw him to the floor. Before he could recover, they were on him again, tying his hands behind his back and latching what felt like a thick leather collar around his neck.
They pulled Zander up roughly and set him on his feet, one on either side of him as they set off towards the far end of what looked like a large warehouse. Vans similar to the one that brought him here were parked along the walls, and at a few of them more thuggish looking furs were loading and unloading various things. Wooden crates holding who-knew-what, metal cases that Zander saw being loaded with bricks of what were obviously some type of drug and then locked tightly.
He also spotted, to his horror, more unfortunate furs such as himself being unloaded from a nearby van and tied and collared as he had been. One of the furs, a female cheetah, struggled and fought as the thugs tried to collar her, but her valiant effort came to nothing as one of the thugs took a club like the wolf had been wielding when he'd kidnapped Zander and cracked the poor cheetah across the back of the head with it, dropping her like a stone.
"Keep that image in your mind, kid." The hyena growled, looking straight ahead as they walked.
"That girl's going to get the beating of her life because of that. We don't tolerate insubordination," he then looked over at Zander, his eyes conveying the obvious threat.
"And where you're going, insubordination could get ya killed."
Zander said nothing, his face retaining the same neutral expression, but inside he was a trembling mass of fear. Where were these bastards taking him? Who was this Master they kept talking about,
and more importantly, did he really want either of those questions answered?
As they reached the other end of the warehouse Zander noticed, to his displeasure, the wolf waiting for them, arms folded, with a satisfied, unsettling grin on his face.
"So, kid, they ruff ya up much bringing' ya over here? Hope not. Th' Master don't like his possessions ta come in damaged."
Zander looked at the wolf with confusion. "P-possession...?"
The wolf chuckled and drew a wicked looking knife from the sheathe on his belt, waving it threateningly just inches from Zander's nose, causing the mongoose to shudder just slightly.
"That's right kiddo, possession." He grabbed the front of Zander's shirt and yanked him closer.
"Your life ain't yours n'more. You belong to th' Master now, body an' soul. Every breath you take hangs on th' whim of th' master." The wolf grinned, malice dripping from his words like poison.
"So, I'd be a real good boy when y'go see him, if I was you."
The wolf then looked up at the bear and hyena.
"I can take it from here. Th' Master wants you two ta take care of some of th' new arrivals."
The bear nodded and walked back down towards the vans, the hyena following behind, glancing back at the wolf warningly.
The wolf snorted back at the hyena and returned his attention back to Zander.
"Alright, runt, let's go."
He opened up the door behind him, and shoved Zander roughly toward it, the tip of his knife poking the mongoose between the shoulder-blades warningly.
The door lead them into a smaller, lavishly decorated room. An office of some sort perhaps? It was obvious whoever owned this house was very well-off.
The wolf gave Zander a push further into the room, and came up behind him once more, grabbing him roughly by the shoulder and yanking him up almost off of his feet by his shirt.
Zander grunted at the discomfort, and tried to wriggle out of the wolf's grasp, which only made the wolf chuckle at his pathetic attempt.
"Now, now, don't try makin' this hard for me," The threat in the wolf's voice was emphasized by the blade of his knife pressed to Zander's throat.
"You got no idea how much I'd love fer you ta give me a reason ta cut you up," He slid the knife from Zander's neck, and down the terrified mongoose's back, the blade touching his flesh just enough to let him feel it.
"but that'd be bad fer me too. Th' Master wouldn't bee too happy with me if I injured his new pet..."
The wolf turned the blade of the knife up and inserted it under Zander's shirt, cutting the fabric away with one fluid motion.
Zander fell to his knees as his shirt ripped away from him, glancing over his shoulder at the wolf standing above him. The wolf chuckled and tossed the scrap of cloth to the side.
"Gotta get you looking presentable for th' Master, kid. These clothes are filthy," Another demented chuckle.
"So, were just gonna have ta get rid of 'em."
Zander flinched in pain as the wolf grabbed him up by his hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to stand up, the knife cutting his jeans away, then his underwear, leaving him completely nude in front of the grinning wolf.
"Well, well, kid. Maybe you ain't as puny as I thought!" the wolf chuckled as he looked the mongoose's bare body up and down with lusty eyes. He yanked Zander's head back farther, causing him to groan in pain, which only seemed to egg the wolf on.
"Man, if only the Master didn't want ya so bad," He pulled Zander closer, his free hand immediately going for the mongoose's crotch, fondling and kneading his exposed sheathe and balls hungrily, causing Zander to groan and try to squirm away from the wolf's iron grip to no avail.
"You an' me'd have one hell of a time, that's fer damn sure." The wolf pulled Zander into him even closer, an obvious erection poking Zander in the back from behind the wolf's jeans. Zander groaned, tears forming in his eyes from fear and pain. In this position, head jerked back at a painful angle and hands bound tightly, he could do nothing as the wolf fondled him and grinded his erection wantonly against his back.
"Maybe th' Master'll give ya to me when he's had his fun," the wolf breathed lustily into Zander's ear.
"Then I could show ya how a real master does things..." The wolf chuckled and squeezed Zander's balls painfully, causing him to cry out and try to squirm away.
"Ahem."
The sound caused the wolf to jerk his head up as if surprised, and stop his assault on Zander's aching body.
"I don't believe that belongs to you, Argus," a smooth, deep voice spoke from just a few feet away.
"Uh, I-I..." Argus let go of Zander immediately and shoved him away, causing the mongoose to drop back to his knees and give a weak groan in protest.
Slowly, Zander lifted his head and looked up, bleary eyed, to where the voice had come from. A tall, sleek, jet black scaled cobra was standing before him in a very expensive looking suit. A small, cunning smirk played across the reptile's face as he gazed lazily at Argus with bright gold eyes.
"It's not polite to touch another man's belongings without permission," The cobra's voice held more than a hint of cold malice in it.
"I hope, for your sake, Argus that you have a very good reason for this."
Zander glanced over at the wolf, Argus. His face showed no sign of his usual arrogant, tough-guy facade, just pure, undeniable terror. This cobra then, this reptile with the cold, confident stare, and the ability to turn the toughest thug into a quivering pile of jelly must have been the Master that Zander has heard so much about.
"Uh, w-well, I..." Argus stammered unintelligibly. "I d-didn't know you'd be in so early, M-master."
The Master chuckled, an even colder and more humorless sound than any even the wolf could muster.
"Obviously."
Argus swallowed hard and tried to pull himself together. "I-I'm sorry...Master. It...It won't happen again..."
The Master narrowed his eyes ever so slightly, his stare never breaking.
"For your sake, Argus, it had better not."
With those words, the Master turned his golden gaze upon Zander. The mongoose stared back, the cobra's gaze like a magnet to his own. He felt transfixed, as if the reptile's stare paralyzed every muscle in his body, only allowing Zander to move if the Master so wished it.
"So," The Master's face seemed to almost light up as he spoke, the strange spell in his stare seeming to loosen it's grip on Zander. The mongoose groaned quietly, and tried to keep from slumping over. It was as if his own will had been drained by the cobra's gaze.
"This is my newest acquisition then, hm?"
Argus nodded. "Uh, y-yes. Special collar, as well. Just as you commanded..."
The Master nodded slowly in approval before kneeling down to Zander, lifting the boy's chin up, and gazing back into his emerald eyes once more.
"Yes. He's quite a specimen," The cobra murmured to himself in his deep, dusky voice.
"A bit raw, of course, but nothing a firm hand can't fix..."
Zander couldn't look away from the Master's magnetic gaze. His mind was becoming sluggish, as if a thick fog enveloped his senses. He could feel his body becoming lax and unresponsive. Slowly but surely he began to drift back into unconsciousness.
"Take him to the chamber if you will, Argus." The Master stood and turned to look at the wolf.
"I shall be along shortly."
Argus nodded and walked over to the now unconscious mongoose, scooping him up with ease.
"Oh, and Argus," the wolf stopped and turned back to face the Master, a dark, deadly tone to the reptile's voice.
"What you are carrying there is my property. I should hope you will treat it with the same care you would treat and of my other possessions." The Master gave Argus a smile that promised a fate worse than death if he were to disobey.
"Because if you do not, I can assure you that when I am done with you, you will beg for death."
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