Domination and Submission CH. 1
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Domination and Submission
By Neptune Wolf
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Chapter 1: Contact with a Blue
"OH. . . YEAH. . . .YESSSS. . . Nnnnggghhhhh . . . Harder. . .Ssssssss. . . OH!" were the words Tom yelled while panting as hard as he could. His long vulpine tongue lolling out of his muzzle, his paws had a tight grip on the white bed sheets, ripping them. Dontae had an equally tight grip on Tom's furred hips. His hard, red wolf-cock thrusting in and out of Tom's young, tight tail-hole violently. Dontae moved his paws upward to grip the young fox's dense, white, chest-fur. His claws digging deeper and deeper until drawing blood as his anal assault got more belligerent.
"Uhnnn, it hurts. . ." the young fox whispered as he shook violently under the dominate wolf. Dontae either couldn't hear Tom over the sounds of the squeaking bed frame, or he just didn't care about the Fox, he only continued.
"Your hurting me, Dontae!" Tom yelled gripping the sheets harder. His blood began to drip on the onto the bed. The white fur on the tender young fox's chest became red; soaked in his own blood, as red as the rest of his warm, furred body was.
"STOP!!!" Tom yelled desperately but the older wolf only ignored it. Dontae's knot was already locked inside the Fox's tail-hole. The wolf was only a hairline away from spilling his seed into his Fox Toy when his body tensed up, his entire 8 inches of canine cock and 2 ½ inch knot was thrust deep inside Tom. He shot torrent after torrent of his sweet wolf cum into the Fox, howling in the traditional wolf way; with his muzzle facing the ceiling of the cheap motel room.
"ARRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Dontae's claws pushed deeper into the Fox's blood-soaked chest and with a quick pull, Dontae left 10 deep claw marks on the young Fox's chest all the way down to his thighs. Tom screamed as loud as he could, but he only painted the white bedspread with his off-white vulpine cum.
As soon as he came, as if it were on cue, the door to the cheap motel room burst open. Five Siberian Huskies wearing blue SWAT-like armor and gear and armed to the teeth rushed into the room. Their guns were pointed to the wolf in the bed; his muzzle was still facing the ceiling even though he had stopped howling. He paid the huskies no attention.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Dontae Black a.k.a. the 6 million dollar Blue bounty." The head husky said slyly with his gun pointed to the wolf's head. The cheap room was dimly lit. "We finally caught you!" he continued. Dontae lowered his head slowly as if he had complete control over the situation. He faced the five male huskies.
"And you are. . . ?" Dontae asked with an aggravated, arrogant tone.
"WE, Mr. Black, are members of the Blue Death Bounty Hunter Team and I am Jerry Allen, Captain of this group. We hunt, kill, and collect a bounty for Blues like yourself." the head husky said, still retaining his sly, 'in control' attitude. Dontae laughed and ripped his knot out of Tom's abused tail-hole. The Fox whimpered and lied on the bed.
Dontae got off the bed and stood up. His hard, red, lupine cock was dripping with his cum and his paws were covered with the Fox's blood. He licked some off of his right paw.
"You, 'The Blue Death' think you can just kill me and take a minuscule payment?" Dontae said putting on his boxers. He couldn't help but notice one of the members of the Blue Death checking out his perfect muscular chest coved in black fur. He laughed a bit to himself. "You can't handle me."
With the swift movement of two fingers, Dontae formed a translucent blue, spherical shield around himself and the bed. The five Huskies held their ground. Dontae calmly got dressed under the protection of the shield and once dressed, he dispelled it with the same 2 fingers. It made sound similar to a quick snap of thunder.
"FIRE!!!!" Jerry yelled as soon as he saw the shields were down. The let loose round after round at the black wolf but being careful enough to avoid hitting the young fox on the bed.
"STOPPURGGA!!!" Dontae yelled as soon as the first bullet was fired. All five members of the Blue Death were stopped in their tracks. Everything in the entire room was stopped. Bullets stopped in mid air, flies stopped in mid-flight, Tom frozen in time under the sheets on the bed; his quivering finally stopped.
Dontae walked over to the group and chose a victim at random, the one closest to the door. Dontae grabbed the gun out of the unlucky Husky's paw the touched him on his shoulder. He was instantly reanimated and quickly turned to the black wolf without realizing he had no gun in his paws. BLAM!! He caught one of his own hollow-tipped bullets right between his eyes.
The Black wolf got down and wiped his bloodied paws on the shirt under his armor. He grabbed his Blue Death I.D. and walked out the door. Once he got halfway down the hallway he yelled, "STOPPURGGA DISPEL!". The remaining four members of the Blue Death came back to their wits still firing, but at nothing.
"Hold your fire!" Captain Jerry Allen said when he noticed the target was gone. He rushed out into the hallway, stepping over his teammate's body. Dontae had disappeared into the night.
Later . . .
The police arrived and questioned the young Fox. Three officers came into the cheap motel room.
"So, boy, Tell em what happened. How did you meet the infamous Dontae Black and only managed to get a few scratches?" The officer said pointing to the 10 cuts on his chest.
"I . . . I met him in a club earlier." Tom said a bit shaken. "He was just so . . . so. . ."
"Dominate? Powerful? Unobtainable? Sexy? Cool? Lusty?" The male Cougar officer belligerently interrupted.
"Yes" The Fox cried.
". . . You streetwalkers are all the same, male or female. Did you even know he was Blue, dumb ass?" The officer yelled hitting his paw on the table forcefully. Tom slapped the officer, highly offended by his comment. He hated being referred to as a 'street-walker', a common hooker.
"NO. I didn't know he was a Blue."
The second police officer, a German Shepard, grabbed Tom by the scruff of his neck and threw him to the floor. He kicked him in his ribs two times.
"Don't touch an officer of the law, Street-walker! You are lucky as hell that we even responded to the 911 call. If it wasn't for the presence of a Blue, we wouldn't have even showed up!" The Shepard officer yelled and kicked him again. From the floor, Tom spat in the officer's face. The officer pulled out his gun and pointed it to the 17-year-old fox's face. The first officer grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
"Officer Nine! Put down the gun, we still have to question him." The female officer said calmly.
" Lieutenant Fancy, I was just helping out Craig. I would never let a lowlife street-walker touch me . . . well my face anyway." officer Nine responded, putting down his gun. Lt. Fancy pushed him out of her way and kicked the fox on the floor. She pulled out her gun.
"Look boy, if you don't tell us everything you know about Dontae, I swear I will let these two go to work on you." Lt. Fancy, a female raccoon said. Every since the presence of the Blues, the government installed a By Any Means Necessary (B.A.M.N.) program for all furs of the land to capture the Blues and they put up insanely large bounties for their bodies. This was going through Tom's mind as he laid on the floor.
"Look. . . . I only met him in the club . . ."
"What club?" The female officer interrupted. She moved her gun a bit closer to his face as she knelt down to him.
"The Male Room. I was invited to a V.I.P. party. We didn't even talk. He just grabbed me and told me I was going with him tonight." The Fox said.
"And you let him? You slut!" Lt. Fancy said with disgust.
". . . yeah. . . I kinda liked him. I saw him from across the room. Besides that fact that he;s rough in bed, I know nothing but his name; Dontae Black." Tom said.
"You sure?" The female raccoon said. Tom nodded. "Then we are leaving. Call 911 on your own time, we have better things to do." She said as she put up her gun and got up. The three officers left the motel and went to "The Male Room" to ask for more questions. They left the door open and Tom on the floor bruised, battered, and still filled with Dontae's cum.
This was the not-so-typical life of a male prostitute. Yeah, they were always used and abused by their costumer or costumers and the police couldn't care less. But what made this night so different was that Tom actually made contact with a Blue.
A Blue was a furson who learned and mastered the dark art of sorcery. It was a well protected knowledge that was once thought to only be a myth. There are only about 20 Blues in the entire world. They have spells and potions for just about everything from freezing time to eternal life. There was nothing they couldn't do except take over the world itself.
All Blues started out as mere mortals. They where just at the right place and the right time. Many of them, Dontae Black included, were less than 30 years old when they mastered the sorcery arts. They found a way to gain instant knowledge with one spell and they chose to gain the complete knowledge of the sorcery arts. What once took them hundreds of years to master, now only took one. Through mutual agreement, The Blues agreed that the World itself was not to be conquered, but the world's governments still want to see all the Blues dead and offered insane amounts of money for their bodies. That was everyone's number one goal. A beggar can be richer than most kings if he caught and killed a blue. The problem was no one had ever saw a Blue in real life. They were well hidden in plain sight as average furs on the street, but no one knew.
The Blues though of this as a 'fun little game' and decided to scatter themselves throughout the world to see who would actually get caught. Not too many fursons have ever seen a Blue and the ones who have were killed shortly after. Tom was . . . special to Dontae for some reason. No one ever lived after yiffing a Blue.
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There was no shower in the rundown motel so Tom reached under the bed and grabbed his pants and took out his cell phone. He called his friend who was also a male street-walker. He had a car. He told him to pick him up and take him to home. Tom didn't want to go to the hospital because they would ask too many questions that he just didn't want to answer.
After only five minutes, Mark's car pulled up. Tom got in. He had the distinct smell of Dontae's strong cum coming from his tail-hole.
"Whoa! Who left their load in you this time? It's extra strong!" Mark, a male German Shepard, complained when he too a whiff of it.
"It was a Blue . . . I didn't get paid." Tom said a bit unaffected of what had happened.
"You sure don't sound to mad about it." Mark said. He got a good look at the fox next to him as he stopped at a red light. "Whoa! He did that to your chest too?"
"Yeah . . . I think I'm in Love . . ."
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Mark said. He slapped his friend. 'Are you fucking crazy? What if that guy really was a Blue? Do you even know how dangerous that is?!?!?"
"He is a Blue."
"He was lying to you, dumb ass." Mark said without taking his eyes off the road.
"No, he is a real life Blue." Tom said. Mark slapped him again and held him by his shoulders as is Tom would run away.
"Why are you alive then! Get a hold of yourself Champ. You need a vacation. You've been working the streets for way too long."
"He let me live because . . . I must be special to him." Tom said a bit Love-struck. Mark laughed a little to himself. He had never seen a look like that on his friend's face before.
". . . how was he?" Mark asked in a bit more normal friendlier tone.
"He was . . . very . . . dominating."
"Heh, just like you like 'em eh?" Mark said. Tom nodded.
"Why are u so afraid of them . . . the Blues?" Tom asked as Mark started to drive again.
"Why the hell shouldn't I be?" Mark said with a smirk. He makes a left turn down a poorly lit street. "Let just head home. I was going to try to make some more money tonight but, shit, I'm too tired." Tom only nodded.
"Lets get something to eat first . . ." Tom said after a short silence in the small, raggedy car. Mark sighed.
They drove over to a small Chinese take-out restaurant that was only a few blocks from their apartment. Mark paid for their food since Tom didn't get paid that night. They drove the few short blocks to their apartment building. It was 25-story brick building in a run down neighborhood. Mark parked in the back. There were no lights in the parking lot but they both knew what was there; crack-heads, drug dealers, and male prostitutes.
The two furs got out of the car and went to their apartment, which was on the eighth floor. The hallways were littered with junkies and graffiti and old furniture. The light in front of their studio apartment was blinking on and off. Mark opened the door. It was pitch black inside. Tom reached over and turned on the lights. He sighed with relief. Even though lights and gas were included with the rent, the building was so raggedy that if more than 5 of the 20 apartments on each floor have more than 3 things plugged up and running at the same time, the power would go out.
Tom sat the food down on a small table in front of the sofa bed, which was only a few steps in front of them when they opened the door. They both sat down with a sigh and Mark turned the TV on. There was nothing on but the news. Dontae had made headlines already.
"After 3 long years, the famous Blue, Dontae Black, has been detected. But what makes this even more spectacular is that someone has actually made contact with the Blue. This is live here at the headquarters of the BDBH team, that's the 'Blue Death Bounty Hunter Team' for those who don't know. We are speaking live with Captain Jerry Allen." The female rottweiler reporter said.
"Well, my squad tried to stop the Blue but he was too powerful. We lost one member today." Jerry said solemnly.
"Do you have a description of Dontae Black so every fur will be able to identify him?"
"Well, that too is also a problem. Dontae Black has been known to change his appearance greatly at various times. He is currently going under the disguise of a Black wolf. He was last seen wearing normal casual clothes, just some blue jeans and a plain black hoodie. If you see him my advice is to just stay away from him." Jerry said.
"What about the 6 million dollar reward, dead or alive?" the reporter asked.
"It's just not worth it. No civilian should approach this guy under any circumstances. The BDBH team is hired and tried by the government to deal with the threat."
"But what exactly is the threat? What is Dontae's agenda? What's his plans?"
"It's something big, that's all I know. All of the other Blues have been well hidden, but Dontae is make appearances, demonstrating his powers. He has also been spotted here in Detroit, Paris, London, and Las Vegas, just last night alone. We don't know what he's up to, but it's something that should be stopped."
"What if he just wants to stop hiding? These Blues are supposed to be 'Super beings' capable of destroying the entire world. What are they hiding in the first place? What's stopping them?" The reporter asked.
"Maybe it's morals or maybe respect for the general furry population, but Dontae must not have either . . .Michael's funeral is next week. It would be appreciated if a few furs donated to help out his family." Captain Jerry said. He was still wearing his BDBH Team gear and vest.
"This is live at the BDBH Team's headquarters here in Downtown Detroit. We will have more live coverage tonight, we will be back after the break." The female reporter said.
"See! This is what I'm afraid of, Tom!" Mark said as he was eating his Chinese food on the sofa bed with Tom close to him. Tom only sighed. He got up and turned out the lights and TV. They both unfolded the sofa bed and laid down. They snuggled close and mark kissed Tom on hismuzzle.
"Do you really 'love' Dontae? You only met him once." Mark kissed him again and began caressing Tom's thigh. "Do you love me?" mark asked.
"I love you in a different way I love Dontae . . ." Tom said.
"And how is that?"
"I love you like . . . like a close friend . . . or brother. I love Dontae . . . like a lover. I met him more than once before." Tom said. Mark laughed a little to himself.
"Heh, more than once?" Mark said.
". . . I prefer not to talk about it." Tom said as he rolled over away from Mark. He dropped the subject and did the same. They both fell asleep with no idea of what was to come . . .