Going Stag
#1 of Control
Um, yeah. This is where the disclaimer goes. Age, sexual preference stuff applies. M/M, pseudo-NC and mind control abound. Oh, and please leave a comment. I'll give you candy or candy substitute, should you desire as much.
Going stag was a horrible idea.
The gym was decked in red, green and white, crumpled paper snowflakes scattered across the floor, shuffled along as students stepped on their edges. Banners curved across the walls, wishing all who entered a happy holiday season, declining anything more specific, for fear of being called intolerant.
Slow, lighthearted music floated through the multi-purpose facility, invading the ears of all those who were attending the school's winter ball, and most of the listeners welcomed the sound. All of them, though, had their paws wrapped around the small of a female's back, or linked behind a male's neck. The couples swayed back and forth, only looking at each other.
Except for one.
The lion pushed through the crowd as politely as he could. These were his friends after all, and one false move by his part meant that the school would be ablaze with rumors. They didn't have anything better to do, really. Juicy secrets were hard to come by in the Midwest.
He slipped by a particularly infatuated pair that was barely aware of anything besides the other's pupils. The lion was finding this more and more difficult because of his size. He was large, but not particularly muscular or overweight. Clad in a typical tuxedo, no one there could see his flat stomach, small rear or lean calves. He wasn't in sports, but he did take a weightlifting class, if only for PE credit.
The lion finally found himself at his destination: The punch bowl. It was the only place he could find comfort at the moment. He pulled a cup from the stack and poured himself some of the concoction, thoughts popping in and out of his mind. Going stag was a horrible idea. There's nothing to do here without a date. Why didn't I ask someone? Why didn't someone ask me? Who says the guys always have to ask the girls? Why can't all the dances be Sadies? Horrible idea...I'm a lion, not an effing stag.
Before long, his cup was empty, and his stomach seemed to disagree with the bubbly pink potion. Looking for an escape route without any more "lovers," his eyes fell upon a single fox, sitting in a chair against the wall, just off center. He was small, but not puny. Instead, if he weren't the only one seated, he would have blended in with the rest of the crowd instantly. Simple red and white fur, simple tuxedo, simple black paws. Glad to find someone he can relate to, the lion walked over and took a seat one extra chair away from the fox. "So...you having as much fun as I am?"
The fox snapped out of his trance, blinking a bit before turning to the lion. "Huh? Oh, um...that depends. How much fun are you having?"
The lion raised an eyebrow. He was a little concerned for this fox if he couldn't answer the question.
"Ohhhhhh." The fox replied in realization. "Yeah. Oh. Right. No, not even as much fun as you."
"Really? How so?"
The fox let out a soft sigh and nodded to the crowd. "My girl's in there...with somebody that's...well, not me."
"At least you came with somebody. I was stupid enough to come alone."
"Well, it looks like we're in the same boat anyway."
"Yeah..."
An awkward silence passed between them. The DJ had moved onto another song, just as slow, and just as annoying to the lion.
Then, the fox blurt out something that the lion could barely understand. "It really sucks without beer."
The lion was shocked by the outburst, "What? You drink? I...didn't really expect that."
The fox took on a tone of defense, "Huh? Me? No...but it's really fun when they do have beer. People get really funny when they're drunk."
The lion chuckled for the first time that night. "Yeah...all they have is punch, and it's not even spiked."
The fox smirked, and held out his paw, "Gerry. Nice to meet you."
"Micah." The lion replied as he grasped the extended paw. "How long have you been at the school?"
"Just transferred."
"So that's why we haven't met. Makes sense."
But something didn't.
Gerry nodded. "So...what next?"
"I dunno. Not much to do here without somebody else." A sudden revelation came to Micah. "And, well, I don't swing that way."
Gerry resumed his defensive tone, "Oh no, me neither..."
"Right, well, it doesn't seem like there's much to do here for us."
"So let's leave."
This struck a chord with the lion. He never really thought about leaving. His only option was going home, as he was flat broke. He knew that if he left early alone, rumors would spread. "But...where would we go?"
"Well, I was looking around when I got here, and there's this really cool farmhouse thing."
"Really? How come I haven't heard of it?"
"It's kind of on private property...but there's nobody there anyway. Just a little detour thing. And it's free."
Micah thought about this for a moment, weighing the consequences. After a short while, he decided that even possible mortal peril would be better than staying there. "OK, do you have a car? Because I can take you if you can give me directions."
Gerry slowly shook his head, "Nah, I've got one. It's just off of Old Brokaw Road. Past the old elementary school."
The lion nodded, "I know that spot. So if I keep going down that way, I'll find it?"
"Yeah. You can go now if you want. I need to tell my date I'm leaving. Not that she'd really care." He shrugged as he rose from his chair and disappeared into the throng of couples.
Micah rose as well, heading for the double doors, glad that he had a reason if anyone asked why he left alone.
But something didn't make sense.
It certainly was abandoned.
The farmhouse thing that Gerry spoke of wasn't a farmhouse at all. It was a barn, and it not only looked like a barn, but it smelled like a barn. Micah entered slowly, adjusting to the subtle stench, now wondering if transfer students have less of a grip on reality. Gerry did go looking for this after all.
The lion had arrived first, as he expected. The barn was empty, save for some hay strewn about the floor and the loft. Micah was indeed satisfied though. No silly couples hanging off of each other. No romance-obsessed DJ. No paper snowflakes. Just the wind outside.
"Isn't it great?"
Micah whirled around to find Gerry leaning on a post and smiling genially, "I hope you haven't been here long, I only just got here myself."
The lion gave a shrug, "Nah, maybe a couple minutes at the most. I can see why you like this place. It's quiet...Do you come here to think or something?"
The fox continued to smile, "Kind of. Just when I need some alone time with someone."
Micah gave a hearty laugh, which lasted much longer than what was comfortable. "Sorry, I just really didn't expect you to not be a virgin, let alone doing it here in a barn."
But something didn't make sense.
Gerry smiled yet again. "I don't take girls here, Micah."
Micah nodded, "Sorry then. I guess this is where you come with your friends?"
"No. They've never been here." The fox started toward the lion slowly...unthreateningly.
"Then what do you mean by alone with someone?"
"When I just want to talk." The fox continued forward, but his smile was no longer genial or natural...it was tainted with some sort of secret...some sort of knowledge, and it wasn't comforting for Micah. It was unsettling.
The lion then noticed that Gerry was holding something behind his back, but he couldn't tell what. "Gerry, why did you bring me here?"
"I just want to talk..."
Micah no longer felt safe or calm in Gerry's presence. There was something wrong with this fox. His condescending smirk, his slow approach, his hidden paw.
He had to get out.
Micah started toward the door even before he could formulate an excuse. "You know, it's been really nice getting to know you, but my mom wanted me home by-"
"Stop." The fox commanded.
Micah stopped, but not out of obedience. He was actually starting to get angry. The lion turned his head to Gerry. "Excuse me? I was just trying to be nice here and give a potential friend some company. But no...this is beyond creepy. I'm gone." He turned again and resumed storming out.
"Stop." Gerry repeated.
The lion felt himself halt, but had no idea why. It was as though his legs simply wouldn't continue forward. They just refused.
"You will call me Gerald, Micah."
Micah continued to try and convince his body to proceed forward, but to no avail. This was seriously frightening. As the adrenaline shot through his body, the lion could swear he heard something like static, barely audible between the gentle gusts of wind.
"In fact, you're going to be doing a lot of things for me, Micah."
The lion remained silent for a moment, continuing to try and find a way to just leave. If he could just reach his car, he might be able to go for help.
Gerald moved just behind him and reached a paw into the lion's right tuxedo pants pocket, pulling out Micah's inconspicuous cell phone. "A little preemptive strike." He flipped it open, "But before I dispose of it, let's have a look at your most recent calls...Awww, how precious. You've called your mom a lot this past week. A little Oedipus complex, maybe?"
"You bastard." Micah replied curtly.
"Fine, touchy subject. I'll get off of it." He powered off the phone and tossed it aside. "Not like you'll get reception out here anyway, right little kitty?"
"Don't call me that."
Gerald tsked softly, "I don't think you understand the situation here. I'm the one who decides the outcome. It's just your job to go along with it, and I even made sure that it's easy for you." The fox circled in front of Micah, pulling a small tape recorder from behind him that emitted a faint static sound. "All you have to do is listen to this for five minutes, and everything will go according to plan. And oh, look, it's been six minutes. I suppose I should turn it off." He clicked a button and everything suddenly felt calm for a moment.
Until Micah started to panic. This guy was one step ahead. He didn't even think about his phone, let alone try to move his arms, which he couldn't. What was even more worrisome was that he felt as though he were lacking instructions, suddenly filled with a desire to be directed. He quickly realized that bargaining was his best bet. "So, why bring me here? What can I do for you? All I want is to go home. Maybe you want money? I'll give you my credit card if you need it."
"Micah, you can't give me what I want and just leave. No, you need stay here..." Gerald paused, staring at the lion's body. "Damn you look good in a tux. Bet that took a while to put on. And you're probably hot in it too...why don't you just take it off and relax for a bit?"
The lion was about to tell the fox to just fuck off and let him leave when his arms stirred. They were at his neck, slipping the velcro bowtie off, then shirking off his jacket and laying it to the side, then unbuttoning his white shirt. He could feel his fingers sliding the buttons through the fabric. His head simply stared down at his body, shocked and fearful as he watched himself undress. Before he knew it, he was half naked, and the fox broke the silence. "Stop." Micah's arms fell to his sides.
Gerald continued to stare at the lion's body. "And here I thought you didn't play sports...you sure have a nice chest."
"I don't play sports. I take a conditioning class."
"That explains it. Well, enough dawdling, take the rest off."
Micah's arms moved once more, zipping down his pants and sliding them off. He leaned his leg up and to the side so that he could flop off his shoes. Finally, dreading what he would hear next, the lion stood before the fox clad only in his boxerbriefs.
"Mmmm, tight cotton. You know how to pick your undergarments." Gerald lean forward and let his paw caress Micah's bulge. "Very nice."
The lion didn't want to admit it, but he was starting to get aroused. But who wouldn't? He can't help it if somebody starts to violate him. That didn't mean he didn't want this. "Think about what you're going, Gerald. What if somebody finds you in here? Do you really want to be a rapist?"
Gerald gave the lion a grope. A very firm grope. "It's not rape if you want it, Micah. Besides, who's going to believe you? You're the one half-naked."
"Get away from me, Gerald." Micah replied, not catching his slip-up of obedience.
"Come on Micah," the fox smirked, "Aren't you excited that you're going to get your first ever blowjob from a guy?"
Micah gulped, "What?"
"Don't tell me you're not anxious for it. I've been feeling you up for quite a while now, and it's not like you haven't reacted to it." This was true. All this stimulation had caused the lion to start tenting his boxerbriefs. "Micah, you will like this...very much."
I will like this very much.
The words lingered in his mind long enough to distract him from Gerald's paws peeling off the briefs and exposing his leonine member, standing at a nicely sized 9.5 inches. Something about those words stuck to his consciousness. The way they were spoken, who they were spoken by, and what they meant circled through his mind. He considered the possibility, and that was enough to spring the trap.
Gerald grinned and licked the shaft from base to tip, and the lion let out a loud moan of pleasure.
I like this very much.
The fox, encouraged by the lion's moan, smirked once more and took the tip into his mouth, lapping at the small bead of precum that had appeared. "Mmmm...you...taste...great..." he moaned between licks and sucks.
Micah didn't respond. He wasn't told to. He simply leaned his head back and enjoyed the pleasure that was coursing through his body. It didn't matter now. Nothing mattered now except to keep this going.
And obey.
The word circled through his mind as did the pure lust. He had to obey. Something deep inside his mind told him that, something that had slipped in and buried itself in his consciousness, something completely artificial that masked itself as natural. But it didn't matter now.
Micah began to pant quickly as Gerald started to bob slowly back and forth on the lion's shaft, leaking more pre and slicking the fox's mouth. Gerald picked up the pace, going so far as to reach up and rub one of the lion's nipples as he pounded his face back and forth on Micah's member.
The lion was coming close to orgasm, not realizing how quickly it was happening. It was actually the shortest time to climax he ever had, but he couldn't tell then. More and more pre slid out of his shaft as he moaned louder and panted faster.
Gerald could tell exactly what was going on, and it was all going according to plan. He mentally smirked and clamped his muzzle down on as much of the shaft as he could, suckling down hard and waiting for the flood.
And it came. Micah reared his head back and let out a loud groan as his member erupted, spraying his seed into the fox's willing throat. This was nothing like he had ever felt.
The fox swallowed it all down and stood up, satisfied, with a little drop of seed on his collar, reminding him of his clothing. "Well, since you're less apprehensive about this, want to try something new?"
"Yes Gerald." Micah replied, a soft smile on his face.
"You can call me sir now, Micah."
"Yes sir."
The fox grinned, and began to strip, quickly standing naked before the lion. "Good. Micah...Take a good look at me. you will take this in, take in the perfect male form. You will now find yourself undeniably attracted to males. You will do practically anything to have sex with a male once you see them nude. Understand?"
"Yes sir."
"Micah, do you find me attractive?"
"Irresistible sir."
"Excellent. And what will you do for me to have my body?"
"Anything sir."
"Micah, lay on your back in the hay behind you." Gerald gestured to a small pile under the loft, and before he could try and recall his command, the lion was laying there, eyes staring at the underside of the wood above. The fox slowly approached again, "Lift your legs and expose yourself to me." Micah nodded and supported his legs on the posts, revealing his virgin tailhole to the fox.
Gerald chuckled, "You know what the best part about this is, Micah?"
"No sir."
"I'm going to make you forget that this ever happened. And I'm going to make you forget that you find males attractive. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if you're humping a girl a week from today, with no recollection of this at all."
Micah didn't know how to respond to this, so he remained silent while the fox positioned his member at Micah's rear. "Oh, Micah, this will be the most amazing feeling in your life."
"Thank you sir."
The lion closed his eyes and did his best to relax his tailhole for Gerald, anxious to feel what he knew would be so amazing. The fox let him sit there for a moment, dreaming of the sensations that were to come, toying with his already captured mind.
Then, without warning, the fox plunged his hard member into Micah's rear, not even caring if the lion were to make a sound. But the lion didn't make a sound. No, he sat back and enjoyed it, feeling the pleasure flow through himself like he was told. Even after the first few moments of pure thrusting from the fox, the only noise Micah made was a soft moan, fearful of upsetting Gerald by going any louder.
In and out, back and forth, the fox continued his abuse of his victim's tailhole, not yet pushing his growing knot inside Micah fully. He was going to wait until later for that.
The lion found himself erect once more, but completely ignored his groin as the sensations covered his mind and body in a sexual fog. His member started to leak pre onto his chest as the lion began to pant from the lust-driven movements.
Gerald was breathing heavily as well. He had never lasted this long before. His pre was slicking the lion's rear quite well, making him glad that he found such a suitable victim for his pleasure. Grinning wickedly, his knot fully grown, he hilted himself in the young lion's tailhole, pressing hard as he waited for the tie to complete.
Micah couldn't keep in his groans any longer. Once he felt that powerful knot press against his entrance, he had to make noise and express his lust. He arched his back and leaked even more pre onto himself, waiting for Gerald to finish the job.
The fox popped in suddenly and gripped the lion's legs for balance as he felt his member spray its contents into the lion's rear, coating his walls in seed, quickly filling Micah with his salty cum.
Even Micah didn't last much longer. The sensation of being filled so quickly and with such warm and comforting seed made him orgasm once more, spreading his own cum onto his chest, some even reaching his chin.
They stayed there, tied together as master and slave for only a moment. Then, Micah saw nothing but black, hearing faint words encouraging him to fall asleep...
The lion awoke in a daze. He swore that he had the most homoerotic dream in the previous hours, wondering just what each object and person symbolized...
Until he realized that he was still in the barn. The only difference was that his body was covered in a blanket, and red and blue lights were surrounding him, flashing in circles and revealing every nook and cranny of the building in strobed patterns.
He sat up, gathering in this new information, looking around for the changes. Just outside the door was a highway patrol car, lights rotating on the top. There were two new people present in the barn, both dressed in uniform. One was holding Gerry against the car and cuffing his paws together while the other was heading for him at a brisk pace. A male grey wolf with a wide scruff, tall but not big. Almost lanky in comparison to the others present. He sighed, "Well, I guess I should tell you what happened."
"Huh?" Micah replied dazedly, not quite fully awake yet.
"Kid, you got raped."
"Oh..." He thought about this for a moment. "Yeah, I did, didn't I? That sucks." He was shocked at how calm he was in dealing with this, and the officer in front of him moreso.
"Right, well. It seems he drugged you, as we found you passed out here with him...er...in you."
Micah nodded, allowing the wolf to continue.
"That, and he confessed to it. But the only reason we came around was from old Mrs. Mckraken. Lives about 500 feet south o' here. Claimed somebody in a blue Pontiac was speeding."
"Oh...I have a blue Pontiac."
"Yeah, we found your car...and then we found you. And seeing how you've been violated, we'll just let you off with a warning, K?"
Micah nodded again, thankful.
"All right. We're going to take off then with the perp. Do you need a ride home?"
"No, but thank you, sir."
The wolf smiled, "Nice manners. That'll let you go far."
Micah didn't even notice.
As the officer walked away, the lion caught something glimmering near a bale of hay. He stood up, clutching his blanket, and walked over to examine it.
A small tape recorder.
He grabbed it swiftly before the wolf could notice, keeping his eye on him to make sure he didn't turn around. As he watched the car pull away from the barn with his would-be rapist, Micah couldn't help but think to himself while putting his tuxedo back on. He couldn't help but think that the wolf had a pretty nice package...and a nice ass too...