The Three Versus
#2 of Master of Puppets
Part two! Yay! I was bored, so I to finished it a little early :)
Again, this story does contain sex so read on or scream. All lyrics used are copyrighted to the artist (I didn't write them).
Eeeeenjoy
Part 2
It was very much like drinking stale milk. The only difference was that this stuff wasn't solid. Still, it was the only water supply Wyatt had, so he forced it down his throat. It seemed to burn his insides...
It had been over an hour since Tyler left. Or, at least, it felt like an hour. There were no clocks in the jail cell, so he had no way of being sure. The sun was now shining straight through the window, creating a barred pattern on the stone floor where the beams of light fell.
Wyatt hated it here... twice, a guard had walked past and whistled at him. Not a playful or friendly whistle either... the kind that seemed to suggest "I want to fuck your brains out". Was everybody here so obsessed with sex?
Wyatt had already chosen to blame his own previous lusts on scent. Sure... that had to be it! All these males penned up together, things were bound to get hot. He had let his guard down earlier on with Tyler... it wouldn't happen again. He was going to be more careful.
Whilst scanning the jail cell, another strange sentence written on the wall. It was the same size as the other one, and looked like they had been written by the same person.
"Veins that pump with fear; sucking darkest clear; leading on your death's construction"
It was just as vague as the previous one. But, again, it was horribly familiar.
Another hour passed. They were going so slowly now... weren't prisoners allowed to walk around outside or something? He had seen it on the movies before! But he quickly reminded himself that he was no prisoner... he was fake. He wasn't even allowed to be in jail! He was too young.
Maybe this was another one of his dad's attempts to bring him home... yeah, that seemed to be most likely.
There was a clang of metal behind him. Wyatt jumped to his feet and turned around... He immediately wished he hadn't.
The polar bear woman was standing in front of him, grinning. At her side stood a feline figure in a black robe, wearing a silver mask. He was holding a rope... and the polar bear was holding a syringe. They advanced on him.
"Hey!" Wyatt backed off. "This isn't fair! You can't-"
He couldn't say anymore. The masked figure had already grabbed hold of him and pressed a paw to his muzzle. He struggled, but his opposition was much stronger and larger than him.
Something stung the side of his arm, and he panicked again. They were drugging him! Again! He had no way of telling what terrible side-affects he would suffer this time!
"Keep still, boy!" The woman was saying, "It'll make things easier for you."
He heard the masked figure talking now. "Listen to her... Ursula may the smartest woman here."
Ursula? What kind of a name for a polar bear was that? It wasn't right! Nothing was right here!
But Wyatt's will to fight back was fading away... the room was clouding, and his muscles became numb. He let himself slide gently onto the ground.
The stimulants that were now leaking into his brain caused his senses to dull and his aggressive instincts to lessen. Effectively, he became useless.
Wyatt was now lying on the ground like a rag doll, and helplessly watching the figures in the room move around him. They were both laughing.
"I told you there would be no need for rope. This one is far too weak..." Ursula was saying. She knelt down and forced Wyatt to sit up. Again, her face was so close to his he could feel her disgusting breath filling his own.
"Hello there, little boy. Are you feeling ok?" She spoke to him as though he were only a kitten.
Wyatt's only response however, was a low groan. He felt weird... as though he was having a very vague dream. Everything seemed distant and quiet.
"There's a good boy..." Ursula, in an odd change of mood, began petting his head.
Wyatt felt like vomiting when he realized, for a brief second, he had actually enjoyed her touch. He liked feeling her huge paws gently caressing his head... what was wrong with him!
"Now then, little tiger, here's how things will work around here," Ursula began talking, whilst still petting him, "You will obey the master. You will crawl on your knees if you have to. You are dedicated to him."
Wyatt, dazed, simply swayed slightly where he sat in response.
"Good. In return, he promises to grant you everything you could ever want. Is that what you would like? Would you like him to treat you, kitty?"
It was an instinct. Wyatt felt as though he was ten years younger... he nodded, his eyes shut.
"Ah, what a good kitten you are." She was now grinning. Wyatt didn't resist as he felt himself hauled to his feet and, with her support, directed towards the bed.
"Next, you are going to be nice to everybody here. Manners are very important in a young boy like you, understand? Do what the big guys say... no matter what it is."
Wyatt, who was so delusion he couldn't even think straight, nodded again. He was slowly laid out on the bed, his tail waving comfortably above him.
"Ah, very good. And last of all..." She leaned in closer, still stroking his head, "I want you to be very... active, for the master, understand? I'm sure you understand how much the males here want to take you... to make you theirs... I want you to be a good boy and let them."
Wyatt, again nodded.
"Is that really necessary?" Called the voice of the masked figure.
"Excuse me?"
"Making him want to have sex with everybody around here. Is it necessary?"
Ursula snorted, "Of course it isn't! But it is fun..." she turned back to him, "Anyway, we'll never know much longer he'll last, best give him some fun before he goes, right? Most of...the... people... here..."
Her voice trailed away, and Wyatt's vision went black.
"Argh..." Wyatt woke up later on with an odd taste in his mouth. It wasn't blood... but it certainty wasn't pleasant either.
He groaned, and forced himself up from his pillow. He couldn't remember what had happened the before he had lost consciousness...
The bitter memory of Ursula's breath brought it back into his mind. He sat bolt up right, rubbing the spot where the syringe had penetrated his skin. It didn't ache, or sting. There was something suspicious about that...
He looked around. The cell was, once again, pitch black. Had he been unconscious all day? That was ridiculous! So far he had spend more of his time in this jail asleep than awake!
Even in this darkness, his eyes caught sight of something on the wall right next to him. Another set of writing on the wall? Yes, that's what it was!
"Needlework the way; never you betray; life of death becoming clearer."
What were these verses supposed to mean? He tried putting all three sentences together, to see if they made sense.
_'End of passion play; crumbling away; I'm your source of self-destruction'
'Veins that pump with fear; sucking darkest clear; leading on your deaths construction'
Needlework the way; never you betray; life of death becoming clearer'_
The only pattern he noticed from them was that the first two sentences rhymed. It might have been just a coincidence, however. All three verses, however, fitted together. They had the same number of syllables in each line. It was poetry! There was a pattern!
A sudden thought occurred to him... Why hadn't he spotted this particular verse before? It seemed odd... considering it was quite close to where the first had been. Surely he would have noticed that? The writing must be brand new...
Was it just his imagination, or did the handwriting look freakishly close to his own...?
"You sleep soundly."
Wyatt yelped, and wheeled around to see Tyler, his inmate, standing right behind him.
"Jeez... don't sneak up on me like that!" Wyatt growled at him. Tyler only grinned in response. "Look at this..." he pointed to the writing on the wall, "There's verses like this written all over this cell! And this one is here is brand new!"
But Tyler didn't appear to be paying attention.
"Are you listening? This could be really important!"
But, still, Tyler didn't move or respond. Instantly suspicious and alert, Wyatt turned to face him.
"Are you listening to me?!" He growled, slightly louder.
Tyler, however, smiled. "No, I wasn't."
Frustrated, angry and now disrespected, Wyatt's temper snapped. "Look! I don't know about you, but I think something really weird is going in this prison! So why can't you just sit down, shut up and listen!"
He hadn't realized, at the time, what a mistake he was making. Tyler still didn't move. "I don't think so." His tone of voice was unnerving, "You know what I want?"
"What?"
"You."
Something strange happened. Wyatt's response should have been anger, ignorance or just frustration. He should have turned around and ignored Tyler. But, even though he didn't want to... he blushed.
"Don't say that again!" Wyatt snarled, fully aware that something was happening to him that shouldn't.
"Why not?" The wolf was advancing on him, "It's the truth. Don't you want me?"
"Yes."
It had slipped out before Wyatt realized it. Immediately, he realized his mistake. "No! I meant no! Leave me alone!"
"You don't have a choice. I control you now."
Wyatt panicked. How was Tyler affecting him like this?! It wasn't possible! No matter how hard he tried to force the wolf out of his mind he always failed!
"No you don't, and you never will!"
"I want you to kneel up, boy."
"Why don't you-" Wyatt began to insult him, but suddenly stopped. His body was no longer obeying him. There was nothing he could do to stop himself as he knelt up on the bed, his eyes locked into the wolves.
"Good kitten..."
"Don't fucking call me that..."
"Watch your language." Wyatt immediately fell silent, "Good. Don't try and fight me off... you want this. You need this!"
The words were like knives to Wyatt's mind. Everything Tyler said was right! Wyatt breathing became heavy. His tail was waving behind him excitedly, and he couldn't force it to behave itself. He was vulnerable...
Tyler grinned, and then walked up to where he was sitting. He held his face dangerously close to Wyatt's. Unlike Ursula, his breath was heavenly...
"You're telling me you don't want to be my little play thing?"
"No! I...w...want..." The words he wanted to say were replaced with the words he was expected to say. "I want to be..."
Tyler sneered. "I thought so... you're just a little cockslut, aren't you?"
"Yeah..."
Tyler pushed Wyatt back onto the bed, and forced his muzzle against his with such strength that he didn't even have a chance to resist. But he didn't want to anymore... He wanted this to happen! He wanted to make Tyler happy... The two of them rolled over each other, so that Tyler was now laying on his back, Wyatt on top of him.
"Good boy..." Tyler was whispering, whilst Wyatt continued to lick his neck. "Now, take off these clothes of yours. Do it slowly..."
Wyatt was more than happy to oblige. He pushed himself upright, and slid down so he was sitting on Tyler's firm crotch, with the wolf's muscular body was between his knees.
Arching his back as he did, he grabbed hold of his shirt and lifted it over his head. It was surprisingly comfortable, to have his bare fur exposed. He looked down at Tyler, who was now tugging at his beltline.
Again, moving slowly, he let his leggings slip down to his knees, adjusting his seated position slightly so they could whip them off completely. He was in heaven. His six and a half inch hardon was an obvious sign of that. He made no attempts to hide it.
"Good kitty... Nice boy..." Tyler was saying through moans, one paw slowly massaging Wyatt's cockhead. He began purring loudly, and his tail curved around his waist in comfort. He didn't know what he was doing... why was he doing this?
"Good tiger..." Tyler ran one paw down his chest, causing him to purr louder. He was happy... "You ready to make me happy now?"
"Yes... master..." Wyatt hadn't meant to say the last word... it had slipped out before he could stop it. Was he going mad?
"I think..." Tyler grinned, "...I'll save your butt for another time, no? Maybe when it's not so dark..."
"Yeah..." Wyatt, unable to stop himself, lowered his form slowly so he was lying next to Tyler, his tongue exploring the wolf's various layers of fur in great detail. No matter how sick or uncomfortable he had felt earlier, he was far beyond that now.
Tyler's paw was rubbing the back of Wyatt's head, encouraging him. But Wyatt didn't need much of it. He pushed himself lower, down to Tyler's waist line, and pulled the wolf's leggings away.
In front of him stood a huge hunk of wolf meat, which he eagerly licked. His tongue was slightly dry against his skin, but that would soon change. It was seven or eight inches, at least, and rock hard. Wyatt was suddenly desperate for it.
With the help of Tyler's encouraging hand, Wyatt opened his mouth slipped as much as he could of the wolf meat into his muzzle. Even though it didn't, in reality, taste of anything, he couldn't remember having anything so sweet in his whole life. This being his first time at giving head, he coughed slightly, but Tyler held him where he was.
"Take it... slowly, kitten..." He murmured. Wyatt moaned in response, though his purring was making a loud enough noise to be heard outside the cell. Taking care to keep his tongue tucked away, Wyatt began bobbing his head up down Tyler's length, his mouth now producing a soft sucking down. Tyler was growling with pleasure; so was Wyatt at this point.
He began using his tongue. With every dive he carefully slid his it around Tyler's shaft. The throbbing meat became sweeter in his mouth, and he tried to dip deeper down with every drop. Eventually he could fit his entire length in his mouth, and down his throat. He moved faster, greedily suckling every inch that he could manage of the wolf's impressive size.
"You're such a good boy..." Tyler moaned, now stroking the back of Wyatt's head, "Keep going like that... I'm gonna' fill your mouth with my cum..."
That made Wyatt happy. He gave this all he could now. The little drops of pre were the sweetest thing... and he wanted more. Much more. Diving his head down as far as he could, he felt Tyler's hard cockhead pushing against the back of his mouth. He didn't choke, which was quite an achievement. But that seemed to do the trick.
Tyler let out loud howl, and thrust forwards. In the initial shock of his sudden movement, Wyatt was thrown off of him, just as jets of cum hit him in the face. He was surprised by how much there... and it kept coming. Desperate not to loose it all, he put his mouth back over the wolf's dick, and let his seed pour into his mouth. He swallowed everything he could, save for the cum that now covered his face and neck. He didn't care how messy he was... he wanted this...
But... he didn't want this really... right?
"You strike me as more of a cumslut than a cockslut..." Tyler leaned down to him and began licking the ropes of cum that covered his face. Wyatt didn't protest. "And now," the Wolf pulled Wyatt into a strong, almost loving, embrace, "you can rest... get some sleep, tiger."
"Sleep... yeah..." Wyatt moaned over his heavy breaths. He was somewhere between fantasy and reality now...
The real Wyatt was still inside his head, locked up, unable to move. Was he going to be like this forever? When would Tyler's strange grip on him finally break?
And how, most importantly, had Tyler known he could manipulate Wyatt like that?
His last thoughts, as drifted into a deep yet painful sleep, were of the three verses that had been written on the wall.
Could there be a clue between those words?
Part 2 done, then... part 3 may be delayed, but things are going to start hotting up now! I swear!
Toodle-pip xx