In The Master's Chambers...
Mica, a young white mouse, made his way down the street happily. He whistled as he walked, quite pleased with himself for managing to get away with playing hookey from class for the day. He'd spent the better part of the morning worried, looking over his shoulder constantly, afraid he would be caught, but after the first few hours, it had become clear that he wouldn't be. He hadn't seen a single person he recognized, and he doubted he would.
He was walking along a mostly empty street on the outskirts of town, thoroughly enjoying himself despite having nothing of particular import to do. The feeling of freedom was liberating, and that was enough for him. He was bound to get caught eventually, he knew, but for now, it was worth it. His mind wandered as he walked, and he was so absorbed in his own thoughts, he paid little attention to his surroundings. So much so that he didn't even notice the truck approaching behind him.
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The two foxes carried on idle conversation as they drove along the country rode, taking it slow, the large box truck bouncing violently each time they hit one of the many bumps and potholes. Each time they'd pass someone walking, they'd slow down and discuss the pedestrian briefly, only to ultimately dismiss them and continue on. They were looking for someone, but not just anyone would do - their 'employer' had very specific tastes. They continued like this for much of the morning, as they had the previous morning, and the one before that. Conversation had shifted towards perhaps giving up for the time being, maybe trying again the following day, when one of them pointed to someone walking a short ways off down the road.
"Hey, look here," he said to his companion, pointing to the slender white mouse walking slowly, alone.
"Well, well," said the other, slowing the truck.
As they inched closer, they got a better look at the mouse, and their discussion grew more animated.
"Oh, he'd do..."
"He'd do quite nicely..."
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Mica didn't notice the truck till it was nearly beside him. Once he'd seen it out of the corner of his eye, he turned just in time to see it come to a stop alongside him on the road, and a pair of foxes climb quickly out. Something felt wrong about the situation and, feeling a little uneasy, he took a few steps back as the foxes came towards him. Sure now that something was definitely up, he turned to run, but one of them grabbed his arm from behind. A moment later, another paw grabbed his other arm, and hauled him backwards a step.
"Let me go!" he squeaked, afraid, but the foxes only laughed in response. They wrestled him back towards their truck, his fighting doing no good against the two stronger creatures, and he heard the side door of the truck slide open. He tried to tear away from their grasp, but they barely noticed his attempt, and he felt himself being lifted off his feet and drug up into the truck, the door sliding shut behind him.
They slammed him against the inside wall of the truck and pushed his arms above his head, holding him there. He felt a rope slip around each of his wrists and tighten before the foxes finally released their hold on him, and, unsurprisingly, he found himself bound tightly to the roof of the truck. One of the foxes slid into the driver's seat, started the truck, and began to drive, while the other took a seat in the back, watching Mica with a smile.
"Have a seat," the fox said simply, kicking an uncomfortable looking stool across the truck towards him. With little else he could do, Mica pulled the stool the rest of the way towards him with his foot and sat down on it, the ropes binding his arms offering just enough leeway to allow him to do so. Looking around the truck, he saw three other sets of ropes affixed to the roof of the truck, two on each side, though all of them save for his were unoccupied. The truck was open on the inside, and the driver turned around to look at him briefly with a knowing smile, then turned his attention back to the road.
"Wh... where are you... taking me?" Mica stammered, fear making his voice crack, and the fox sitting in back with him giggled.
"To your new home," is all he answered, then pushed a gag into Mica's mouth.
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The truck had no windows save for those in the cab, and from where Mica was tied, he couldn't see out of those, so he had no way to tell where they were going. They drove for what felt like quite some time, finally slowing as they turned onto what felt like a dirt road or driveway, and coming to a stop soon thereafter. The driver came into the back of the truck once more and crouched down in front of Mica, the two foxes looking him up and down.
The one who had been driving pulled a black blindfold out of his pocket and died it around Mica's head, then they untied him. He heard the door slide open once more, then he was pulled from the truck and led by the two foxes, one holding each arm. They led him along what felt like a concrete walkway for a short distance and then paused, he heard a door open, and they led him through it. Once the door was shut behind him, the blindfold and gag were removed, and he blinked at the sudden light.
Mica stood in a large room with high ceilings and expensive looking furniture. The walls were paneled wood with ornate wall hangings, and a chandelier hung from the ceiling. A number of doors led out of the room, one of them presumably the one they had entered through. He looked around the room in awe for a moment before asking, "Who are you?" This didn't look like the kind of place they'd take him to to rob or hurt him.
The foxes grinned at him. "I'm Benni," said the first, while the second replied, "I'm Jez. A pleasure to make your acquaintance, I'm sure." Jez bowed gracefully and Benni snickered, while Mica stood dumbfounded, completely confused by this whole ordeal. "But that's enough introduction for now. First things first..." And with that, he grabbed Mica's arms once more, holding them behind his back such that he was unable to move without them hurting. Benni moved around in front of him and pulled his shirt out of his pants where he'd had it tucked in.
"What're you doing?" Mica asked, suddenly scared again, and struggled against Jez's grip, but Jez tightened his hold and neither replied. Benni reached down to his belt and retrieved a small knife, and Mica's eyes went wide. Benni took hold of Mica's shirt and slashed the knife across it, and before Mica could fully process what was happening, his shirt lay in a ragged heap on the floor, his white-furred chest unharmed.
Benni put his knife away again and examined Mica from all angles and, after a few moments, nodded satisfactorily. Moving in close to Mica, Benni unbuttoned Mica's pants and slipped a paw down inside, sliding it down his chest, over his sheath and around his balls, gripping them firmly. Mica tensed and half shouted, "H- hey!", but Jez held him firmly, and before he was able to say anything else, Benni had retracted his paw.
Benni nodded to Jez, saying, "He'll do fine. Wait here. I'll get the serum." And with that, he headed for one of the doors in the room, slipping through and closing it behind him. Jez finally released him, and Mica breathed a relieved breath and took a few cautious steps back before he realized that his pants were still hanging open. Blushing deep red, he buttoned them up again, looking around anxiously. He had no idea who these foxes were or what they wanted with him, but he knew he didn't like it one bit.
Benni returned a few moments later holding a large vial in one paw. It was full of a thick white liquid, and walked over to Mica and held it up in front of his face. "Drink it," he said, and Mica backed away, shaking his head, his mouth clamped shut. Benni kept walking towards him as he backed up, and after a few steps he hit the wall with a dull thud, Benni standing in front of him, holding the vial.
Mica slid down the wall, shaking his head, mumbling objections through his clamped jaw until Benni called to Jez over his shoulder, "Looks like we're doing this the hard way." Jez shrugged and walked over to Mica, kneeling down next to where he'd hunkered down and took hold of his head in both paws. He pressed hard along the sides of Mica's jaw, and the sudden pain startled him. He opened his mouth to gasp, just a little, and the pain lessened, but Jez pressed harder, and Mica's eyes began to tear up. He tried to resist, but before long, he opened his mouth, unable to take it any longer.
Jez tilted Mica's head back, holding his mouth open wide as Benni squatted down in front of him and tipped the vial into his mouth. The white liquid tasted unfamiliar, and he gagged as it drained down his throat. Once the vial was empty, Jez released him and both foxes backed away, looking amused. Mica lay in a heap on the floor, sobbing and coughing, his head spinning. His mouth and throat tingled where the liquid had touched him, and he felt a little nauseous. The smell of it wafted up to his nose, and his head swam. It had a musky scent and he wrinkled his nose at it, but as his vision began to swim he relaxed a bit, sniffing at it... Maybe it wasn't so bad as he thought...
He braced himself on the floor with both paws, trying not to fall over, the taste of the stuff still apparent in his mouth, and he almost thought he was starting to like it. He licked at the inside of his mouth a few times, tasting the stuff on his tongue, and the more he considered it, the more certain he became: it tasted good. The room began to spin and before he could think too much more about it, black flecks began to form in his vision, and he collapsed on the floor.
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He awoke some time later, lying on a small cot in a much less lavishly decorated room. He sat up slowly, his head pounding a little. His blankets slid down as he sat up, and he looked down at himself, immediately beginning to blush - he was naked, and his clothes were nowhere in sight. Pulling the blankets up to cover himself, he looked around the room. It had stone walls, a simple wooden floor, and a single door set into the stone, metal and very solid looking. Three other cots similar to his were positioned around the room, and each had a small box at the foot, presumably for personal effects, and an assortment of blankets.
Two of the cots were neat and orderly, but the last appeared to be occupied. Nervously, he called out, "Hello?" The blankets rustled and a moment later, a brown-furred male bat emerged from beneath them, also quite naked, and looked at Mica in surprise.
"Oh... hello," the bat said, somewhat shyly. "I didn't realize anyone else was here..."
"Who are you? What is this place?" Mica asked, turning to face the bat while sitting on his cot.
"This is my room," the bat answered. "Well, our room, now, I suppose... I'm Nat. And you are...?"
"Uh... my name's Mica," Mica answered, feeling more and more confused. "Where are we?"
"Wh... you mean you don't know? We're under The Master's mansion..." Nat looked Mica up and down briefly, and Mica blushed and pulled his blanket up higher, conscious of his naked state once again. Nat looked up once more with a grin on his face. "This must be your first night here."
Mica looked back at him, confused. "Uh, yeah... I guess... how did you..."
Nat's eyes dropped, glancing down Mica's body, and Mica followed them down, his blush becoming many shades deeper when he saw the very large tent he was making with his blanket. He pulled his knees up to cover it, a mix of embarrassed and confused; he realized now that he was hard as a rock, but he didn't feel aroused. Or... did he? Now that it had been brought to his attention, he realized that his balls, too, were quite swollen, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized just how aroused he did feel. His body nearly quivered, his heart beating faster, and Nat smiling at him knowingly from the other cot only served to re-double his embarrassment.
"It's the stuff they made you drink," Nat said, scooting to the edge of his cot and getting to his feet, apparently unashamed of his nakedness. "It makes you... well..." He glanced down at Mica, gesturing with his eyes, grinning. "It's always like this at first, but... you'll grow to like it..." Nat walked over to Mica's cot and, to Mica's horror, took hold of his blanket and tugged it down, exposing his body. His face going a deeper shade of red, Mica pulled away as Nat reached out a paw towards his leg, still pulled up tight against his chest.
"Just relax," Nat said with a smile. "You'll feel better, I promise..." He reached for Mica's leg again, sliding a paw over his knee, the bat's wings rubbing along Mica's leg and thigh. Mica's heart beat faster at the feel of Nat's touch, and though he wanted to resist, he found that try as he might, he couldn't make himself do it - the truth was, he liked the feeling, and didn't want it to stop.
Nat pulled gently on Mica's leg, and he found himself relaxing, lowering his legs once again, leaving him sitting on the cot, back to the wall, legs out in front of him, his extremely hard member standing at attention. Nat glanced down at Mica's lap, smiling appreciatively, and slid his paw up Mica's thigh towards it. Mica thought his heart would beat its way out of his chest, but he sat still, watching Nat's paw creep along his leg.
After what felt like a very long time, Nat's paw found its way onto Mica's cock. Nat wrapped his paw around it, giving it a light experimental squeeze, and Mica gasped. He knew he should pull away... he shouldn't let another male touch him so, but as Nat began slowly stroking Mica's cock, he knew for certain that he liked it. Mica closed his eyes, his mouth hanging open slightly as Nat's paw slid up and down the length of his hard shaft, slowly at first, but steadily growing faster. Involuntarily, his hips began to buck, thrusting himself into Nat's paw as a bead of precum formed on the tip of his cock. Nat bent down, still stroking Mica, and took the wet tip into his mouth, the bat's tongue wrapping around it, licking at it eagerly.
Mica gasped sharply, a soft moan escaping his mouth when he felt Nat's warm mouth close around him. His hips bucked again, plunging his cock into the bat's mouth. Nat released his paw's grip on Mica's member, instead welcoming it into his mouth, suckling on it enthusiastically, Mica's gasps and moans serving to encourage him. The bat wrapped his tongue around Mica's cock, bobbing his head up and down in his lap, steadily increasing his pace as Mica's moans grew steadily louder.
It didn't take long until Mica began to tense, his cock throbbing in Nat's mouth. The bat smiled, reaching down to cup Mica's balls with one paw, sucking on his cock hard, his tongue sliding along its length, and Mica's hips bucked hard, thrusting his cock deep into Nat's mouth. Mica gasped loudly, moaning, mouth hanging open as he came into Nat's mouth, the bat still suckling on his cock, massaging his balls, welcoming it eagerly.
Mica's hips bucked again, and again, his orgasm lasting longer than ever before. More cum than he would have thought possible flooded into Nat's mouth, and despite the bat's best efforts to the contrary, more than a little spilled down his chin onto Mica's chest and thigh. He didn't seem to care or even notice, thrusting once more into Nat's mouth, a few last spurts coating his fur before his body finally began to relax. Nat pulled back from Mica's cock, swallowing what he'd managed to keep in his mouth and glanced down at Mica with a grin. The mouse lay on the cot panting, his fur a mess.
"Feeling better?" Nat asked, and Mica opened his eyes, looking up at him. The truth was, he did feel better. He didn't feel as tense, he wasn't so worked up, and his balls most definitely didn't feel swollen anymore.
"Y... yes..." he answered Nat shyly, looking down at himself and the bat next to him. Nat was watching him with a wry smile on his face, kneeling on the cot next to him, his face as much a mess as Mica's own fur was, his long, pink cock poking out from his sheath. Mica's eyes fell on it and lingered there, and after a pause, he reached out towards it shyly, pausing to look up at Nat.
The bat smiled, glancing down at Mica's extended paw with a giggle. "Go ahead," he said, looking up at Mica. He'd never have considered this before - certainly not with another boy... but something had changed. Nat had said that what the foxes had made him drink had done it, but even knowing that, he found himself reaching out his paw and touching Nat's member, sliding his paw along it slowly before closing his paw around it.
Nat's smile widened as Mica slowly stroked up and down the bat's cock, which promptly slid the rest of the way from his sheath into Mica's paw. Mica felt his heart begin to beat faster as he worked at Nat's member with his paw, the bat's breathing quickening. Mica had never done anything like this before, and the shy mouse was nervous, but Nat smiled at him encouragingly, lifting himself up onto his knees slowly, moaning softly and thrusting gently into Mica's paw, closing his eyes, mouth lolling open slightly.
Mica's tail flicked excitedly behind him, the feel of the bat's cock sliding through his paw making him feel a bit frisky. He gave Nat's cock a gentle squeeze, and the bat gasped softly in response, a bead of precum appeared on the tip. Mica felt it as he slid his paw along the bat's stiff member, glancing down again, and found himself smiling, too - the fact that he had elicited such a reaction from the other male exciting him further.
Just as Mica was beginning to feel comfortable stroking the bat's cock, Nat opened his eyes and grinned at the mouse, sliding one paw up onto the back of his head, gently pulling Mica towards him. Mica wasn't sure what Nat was doing at first, and let the bat pull his head halfway to his lap before it dawned on him. Mica's eyes opened wide when he realized the bat's intention, and he resisted the bat's pull, staring down at his hard cock in front of his face, the bat's musky scent filling his nose.
Mica paused, finding the unfamiliar scent... pleasing. No, not just pleasing... arousing. He considered it briefly, breathing in deep, eying the bat's member in front of him, his paw still wrapped tightly around it, and Nat's paw on the back of his head began to feel... welcome. Mica stopped resisting his pull, closed his eyes and opened his mouth, and after a few seconds, he felt the tip of Nat's cock slip past his lips.
He slid his tongue over it as Nat moaned, eyes closed once more, tasting another drop of the bat's precum... and was surprised to find that he liked it. In fact, he liked it a lot. He closed his mouth tightly around the bat's member, suckling on it gently. Nat's hips bucked just a little, his cock sliding further into Mica's mouth, but the mouse was surprised to find that not only did he not mind, he wanted more of it. Slowly, he began bobbing his head back and forth along Nat's cock, his tongue curled around it, and he felt Nat's paw relax on the back of his head, the bat moaning more loudly. Feeling encouraged, Mica began to bob his head faster, placing his paws on Nat's legs for support. Nat's breathing quickened, his body tensing, and Mica felt the bat's cock stiffen in his mouth.
Suddenly, the bat opened his mouth wide, moaning loudly, and pulled hard on the back of Mica's head as he bucked his hips, thrusting his cock deep into Mica's surprisingly eager mouth. The bat's cum shot into Mica's mouth in thick streams, Mica's eyes opening wide at the sudden taste. Mica tried to pull back, but Nat had a firm grip on the back of his head and was not budging. The bat gasped and bucked his hips again, another flood of cum flooding into Mica's mouth, trickling down his throat.
Mica gagged and coughed, and Nat slid his cock from Mica's mouth, the last few streams of cum landing on Mica's face and chest. Mica coughed a few more times, the bat's spunk dripping down his chest, finally regaining control of his reflexes long enough to swallow what was still in his mouth. He looked up at Nat, his face red with embarrassment, but the bat simply smiled at him.
"Don't worry," Nat said with a grin. "You'll get used to it. The Master will see to that."
"Who is 'The Master'?", Mica asked, not sure he liked the sound of that.
"Oh, you'll meet him, tomorrow," Nat answered with a wink, climbing down from Mica's cot. "It's not so bad here. You'll see." The bat walked back to his bunk, looking back at Mica over his shoulder. "You'd better sleep while you can, though. You've got a long day ahead of you," he said, laying down on his own cot and pulling the single blanket up over his naked body, wrapping his wings around himself.
Mica had more questions he wanted to ask - so many questions, but Nat rolled over, clearly intending to take his own advice, effective immediately. Mica looked down at himself, his chest, legs and, he knew, his face, covered in cum - both his and Nat's. But there was nothing he could do about it now, and he was tired. Very tired. He lay down on his cot, covered himself with his blanket, and curled up, tail wrapped around himself, resigned to whatever fate would come, at least until he could find some way to escape...
To Be Continued...