Priest Goes To A Party
I had known Brian for a while. For the record, he is straight, and isn't one of those guys who changes his mind just because he is horny. No, he was a friend, and I treated him as such. He never mentioned my...unique preferences, like my collar, or interest in guys. He called me up last sunday and invited me over, saying his girlfriend was gone, and he just bought Motorstorm for the PS3, and wanted some company.
No, before you ask, we didn't do anything. Never have, most likely never will.
I showed up in my piece of junk pickup that night, and we got off to a good start, but he kept getting interupted by phone calls. Now, that game is tough, so I didn't start listening in until later. Something about a party, and his date cancelled, but he needed one, and....could he borrow one? Now I was intruigued. He noticed my interest, smiled, and covered the mouthpiece.
"Hey, Adam, you want to come to a private party tomorrow night? I'm buying."
What the hell, right?
"Sure, I'll go."
Famous last words.........
The next night, we got ready to go, and I found his girl curled up on the couch, eating cheetos and watching tv.
"Hey, Melody. You aren't coming?" I wasn't really prepared for her reaction. She looked me up and down, taking in my nicer-than-usual outfit, and burst out laughing, looking incredulous.
"Oh my God, Brian, are you bringing him? You couldn't get me, so you invite him? You are so insane." She stalked off to her room and closed the door, laughing the whole way.
Brian ignored her, and we made the trip to Austin by ourselves, and he explained the party on the way there.
"It is a BDSM scene, little brother." He said."Some of the dommes from around here get together every month to show off their new toys. Rule is, you have to bring a pet to get in."
"Right, so I am some kind of pet, right?" I mean, I was open to the idea, and I would play along to get him into a party, sure.
"No," He replied. "You are considered a guest, and a potential pet, so no one will mess with you, and you don't have to follow orders."
The event was at an honest to god club, so I wasn't suspicious. Real venue, real event, stands to reason. We checked in and recieved a namebadge for Brian and a green line down each one of my forearms. As I was getting ready to walk through the doors, he stopped me.
"Give me your wallet, keys, the stuff in your pockets, and your glasses." He held his hands out impatiently. I was doubtful, but I heard stories about pets and slaves, and I knew some of the rules, so I gave them up. The glasses bothered me, but what could I do? He leafed through the stuff, and gave me back my lighter, collar, cigarettes, and my knife of all things.
The doors opened into a typical club, and some kind of "leather and fur" event, with some pretty wild costumes. Music, lights, and lots more people than I expected. He shook a few hands, and I got my bearings, and ended up walking into my first support pillar of the night. Yeah, the first one. See, the club was a strip club, and some of the more athletic pets had already crawled up on stage and put the poles to good use. the shocker was the girl on the left. Her outfit had less material in it than my collar, but she was covered in fur, and I was looking at the most realistic costume I have ever seen on a girl in my life.
See, I didn't get it through my head it wasn't a costume until later. In the next hour I saw several "furs" up close, and one even licked her teeth at me, so I knew it wasn't a costume, I just wasn't quite processing. I wasn't scared. It is hard to be frightened when you are looking at a half naked bunny dancing to Aerosmith and grinding on some smiling girl.
Oddly enough the one thing that did register was the colors of the arm stripes. I figured different colors meant different ranks, but I noticed a girl in a party dress up on stage, mimicking dance steps with a completely naked guy. Her arms were......well, I think they were green, but I am sure the guy was naked.
Positive.
Brian sat me down in a leather chair, told me to hang tight, and reminded me to not mess with the colors on my arms. I nodded and lit up a cigarette and watched. I was already learning...I saw some pretty strange things, like a guy my age strung up by his wrists to a wall, and a couple wearing latex masks, and no shortage of bare flesh, but everyone seemed to be enjoying it. The guy had padded cuffs that didn't look to uncomfortable, and the couple had a crowd of admirers surrounding them and their shiny headpieces.
I felt a....a paw, I felt a paw on my shoulder, and I looked up into the most beautiful face I have ever seen. A rabbit with piercings down one long ear, wearing a waitresses outfit, leaning over me.
"You want a drink, honey?" She smiled at me and bobbed her head at the bar to help me think. I said, "A corona would be great.", completely on autopilot. She came back in short time, but never bothered to charge me, just glanced at my arm, made a note on her tray, and left, short little tail twitching along.
I got up, meaning to corner her, but I felt something tug at my jeans as I walked past a table. I spun around to see a guy turned around in his chair, my collar dangling from his hand. Before I could say anything, he tossed it to me.
"Wear it." He said. "Then go get the beer you forgot, and come over and join us. We have a free seat."
Right, direction, hand to beer, turn, approach table, find free seat.....no free seat. Even worse, everyone at the table was smiling at me like I didn't get the joke. I just stood there, until the same guy spoke up. "Right ,right, where are my manners? Nik, give him your seat."
Nik must have been the younger boy wearing jeans and a collar, nothing else. He sprang up and bounced on his toes, looking at me with this beaming smile on his face. I sat down, and he followed me in, taking my beer and curling up in my lap like he belonged there. It was a bit of a shock, but the feeling was kind of nice, and I noticed the kid was holding the bottle with the tips of his fingers, trying to keep it cold. I also noticed his arms. From the elbows down, they were a colorful pattern of stripes, even reaching the back of his hands.
The speaker ran his hand through his hair and scritched his own ears. Yeah, a pair of cat ears. My new friend was a neko, and he introduced himself as Paul.
The rest of the group quickly added their own names, and then stared at me expectantly.
"Uh....I'm Priest. I came with Brian?" I don't know why I didn't give my real name, but they didn't seem to mind. Paul snapped his fingers and pointed at me, and Nik wiggled, setting down my drink and affixing my collar around my neck.
"But Brian isn't your owner, is he? couldn't he make it here tonight?"
I stumbled a bit. Nik was making himself useful, not allowing me my own beer, but holding it to my lips when I wanted it. He was a pretty smart kid, seemed to catch on exactly when I wanted a drink.
"No, I don't have an owner."
"Then why the collar?"
"Well, lots of reasons, I suppose." He waved a hand at me, urging me to go on. "Well, I am semi-gay, and it is kind of comfortable, I guess."
They all laughed at the "Semi-gay" comment, and urged more of the story out of me. I mentioned that I used it for shock value, and after some masterful prying, I admitted to being furry, and was summarily interrogated on my favorite artists. I had just gotten comfortable with the group when Brian found me, and told me he wanted me to meet someone.
"Someone" was important. He was a bear lounging in a massive leather chair with another neko in his lap. He was affectionate with her when he shooed her away and got up to shake my hand. He was huge. I mean, the chair groaned when he pulled himself out of it, and his paw covered my wrist when I shook hands. He offered me a seat.
"Nice to meet you, Adam. I wanted to sit you down and talk to you for a bit, get some rules hashed out, maybe see about expanding on your markings." He leaned back in that chair and relaxed. "I suppose the obvious question is answered... you are a submissive, of course."
I quickly shook my head and leaned forward. "No, actually, I'm not."
The bear blinked curiously. "You aren't? You mean you aren't sure."
I shrugged my shoulders, not commiting. "I guess, but the whole getting lead around by a leash thing isn't really my thing."
He steepled his fingers in front of his face, and I swear he looked like a shrink. "Let me guess, though.." He opened up his paws and started counting off on his fingers. One, you like helping people. Two, you either have a developed ego, or a high opinion of youself. Three, you don't have a real sense of dedication, more of an overall mild desire. Four, you are very extroverted, and fit in wherever you go. Five, you can get along with everyone and anyone. Am I right?"
Talking like this made me more comfortable with him. "Actually, I don't go to parties. I was only...." I laughed. "I was only helping out a friend."
"You agreed to play the part?"
I nodded. We talked for a bit longer, about safewords, species issues, and a few others. I finally agreed to play along, and I could walk out when I wanted.I admit I was pretty pleased when he produced a marker and added another stripe to the other side of my arm, and offered me to the waitress from before.
"Ginger, be a doll and find a group for Priest, would you?"
She nodded and bounced off, me in tow. Our first stop was a table full of anthro girls, each a different species.
"Hey, ladies, you all interested in a newcomer?"
They giggled and talked it over, finally accepting the offer. I was feeling pretty good about myself until they told me to be quiet. They never asked my name or any questions, just sat me in the middle and played with me. One fingered my collar and laughed at it, while another untucked my shirt and lifted it up to poke my stomach. I coudn't really get depressed....every time I stopped smiling one would nibble on my ear, or kiss me, or get a laugh with a random tickle.
When a particular song started playing, they all squealed and jumped up, headed for the dance floor. I was forgotten as soon as they turned around. I didn't mind, though. Nik found me another beer, and having a dancefloor of people to watch is always great, species and gender aside.
Didn't last long....a passing wolf snatched me up, ordered me to finish the drink, and follow him to the other end of the room. He pushed a few aside, and called out.
"Hey, Sasha, I found one! Use him." With that, he shoved me up the stairs to stand next to three other pets. The girl next to me was the one I saw learning to dance earlier, and she gave me a weak smile and a whisper.
"Its a contest. Whatever you do, don't move."
I didn't get a chance to respond. They were all shouting, making suggestions, and some of them made me blush something fierce. Someone said "Masks!", and the crowd took it up.
Sasha was a bunny, I think. I was too busy staring at her outfit to pay much attention, and I almost missed what she was carrying. It was a heavy black latex helmet, zipped up in the back. She passed them out to three others, and they all stepped forward to strap us in. My heart was racing, and I was terrified. I had heard of those things, and got the impression they were something tough. She was gentle putting it over my head, and I was kind of surprised how quiet it was when she zipped the thing up. the next thing I noticed was the lack of vision, and the weight of the thing. My first breath nearly choked me. There was a pretty tight seal at my neck, and no space between my face and the thick plastic, so my breath came slowly through a few small holes.
It wasn't so bad. I had worn gasmasks before, and while this was no picnic, I could deal with it. I was guessing this was a "see who breaks first" type of thing. I figured I had it, but I was in for a surprise. I am not sure how I lost my shirt, but after a minute I felt paws and hands touching and prodding me, and I realized it had been removed. Someone went through my pockets. I jerked my head backwards when a cloud of cigarette smoke hit my nose, but I guess that wasn't a violation.
I don't know how long it lasted. The smoke kept going right to my nose, and the burning and heat was getting to me. My face was sweating and it felt horrible, but the worse part was the touching. I never knew what would happen next. I was pinched, groped, tickled, poked, and scratched, and it was getting so bad I jumped every time I was touched.
I kept thinking, "Why don't they disqualify me?" I had jumped plenty of times, and the first time I felt lips on my stomach I jumped back so hard I hit the wall behind me. I thought it was as bad as it could get, but it got worse. See, the distractions so far were nice, and I wouldn't have said no if I had seen it. I almost lost it when someone cuffed me upside the head. Felt like someone punched me in the ear, but it didn't really hurt. I was knocked off balance and found it hard to stay upright. I thought that was it, but it happened again, and again. I got slapped around like a rag doll, and I got knocked off my feet more than once. It must have been the same person, though. Whoever it was got repetative.....left, right, left, right...I brought an arm up and managed to ward off one of the slaps, then tried a punch of my own. I only hit air, but I remember hearing a roaring, and the next hit was the worst by far.
I think I hit a table, but I stumbled over something and fell down. My assailant must have been a monster. I was picked up by my throat and hit again, and I screamed out loud when something hit me in the chest. It was different, and unexpected, and shocking as hell. It was getting impossible to breathe and I was really lightheaded, and the next time I got knocked down, no one picked me up. It took me a minute, but I managed to get to my feet. As soon as I did I heard that roaring again, and someone took me by the hands and lead me somewhere. I didn't care. The smoke was gone, the beating stopped, and I was getting my breath back. I was picked up and set on a table, I think. I got one hand locked in a cuff hanging from the ceiling, then the sensation of being touched vanished.
I can't remember how long that was, either. I just concentrated on breathing evenly. The tubes had gotten clogged with something, and I found out if I inhaled slowly, then exhaled sharply, I could clear the lines. The silence was actually kind of peaceful, and I relaxed a bit. One of my hands was free, so I used it to feel the helmet. It was buttoned in the back, and I managed to pop the heavy clasps with three fingers.
The world exploded as soon as I got it off my head. My hair was soaked, and the first thing I saw was a ring of faces, and they were smiling at me.