The Master's Test
Chapter 3
5th of April, 4:31 AM
Sodom's home, The 'pet house'
Nate hardly had time to react to the situation. Master, pet? He understood the words, but they came as a blow to the gut. Both of the roles were sexualized in Nate's mind, something that didn't help his nerves. The doberman gently untied the plastic ball gag and let it roll away from the two of them. "Is your jaw injured? Soreness? Pain?" He listed, rubbing Nate's chin. Aphonia had gripped Nate out of the blue, he couldn't even produce a squeak of fear. "I'd hate to see one of my pets in pain." The doberman continued to speak, his tone as soft as a layer of snow. Two black lips leaned in to kiss Nate's neck causing Nate to slam his eyes shut and tense up as a warm, but frosty, sensation burnt up the fur on the side of his neck.
Two strong forepaws gripped his bound body and lifted him away from the floor with ease. Nate started praying to whatever god was listening; he swore to turn straight, to dye his fur a less majestic color, to donate all of his money to charity so long as the sick freak who was kidnapping him released him immediately. Nate might have been content with dying on death row, but he assumed that whatever his captor had planned wouldn't be humane or honorable like the lethal injection.
"Please... L-let me go." Nate begged with a muted break of his voice, although his captor ignored his pleas. "What is it that you want? Money? I have some at home." He flinched, if his captor wanted money he would have taken it already. What else was there to offer? "If you think I know something, I don't! I don't know anything about drug circulation, or-or..." Nate felt stupid as he degraded himself further by pathetically begging for his life. "Please don't kill me!" Nate was about to cry out, but he realized that if his captor wanted to murder him, he probably would have died a while ago. A horrible idea clicked in his head, "Don't rape me..."
He heard a chuckle that was presumably made by the doberman, "You gave consent." The doberman stroked along the curves of Nate's back with large forepaws. He continued to embrace him whilst both were on their knees. Nate was trying to pull away, but the dog had a grip like an octopus that refused to release its prey. Despite the terror he felt, Nate rested his head just under the doberman's neck.
"Forgive me for stating that. All though it has some the truth, that sentence was misleading and... incorrect." He purred the last word, but only stressed it for a second longer than normal. "You simply signed your life away to me. You didn't directly say that I could engage in sodomy with you. However, as I am your master, I decide what it is best for you. Right now I see that it would be best to have you start with something small, then we can see about becoming intimate. Becoming kinky." The doberman spoke eloquently, he sounded refined as if he had studied speech for a good few years.
Nate was stumbling through a maze of words. Trying to find the exit, which would be saying a sentence which was relevant to the situation. If he found the right way out he would speak a sentence that would clear everything up and the doberman would simply release him, but that was nearly impossible. Even if the doberman was pliable, Nate still wouldn't be able to get his words out in time. "Ghuh?" He ended up noising in the end, this made the doberman chuckle. "My, my. I seem to have confused you poor thing. Just close your eyes for a moment. You have my honest word that everything will be clear when we get to our destination." And that was that.
A loose collar fitted itself around Nate's neck and he was tugged to his feet. "No... please don't!" He begged again, his pleas went straight to the incinerator. He kept his paws grounded to stop himself from being pulled out of the basement. He was yanked to the floor when his paws gave in. The impact gave out a 'thud!' sound, and Nate exhaled sharply as he knocked his chin on the solid floor. The doberman stopped to let Nate get to his feet, "Don't put up resistance, please. It's not a good idea to try to fight me. I promise you, surrender yourself and you'll not be harmed." The dog smiled warmly and then began to lead Nate along, with more care this time. "I understand if your collar is disagreeable, I'll find you something more suited to your excellence in time. Tell me, do you have a favorite gem stone? I have a rather lovely idea..." "I just want to go home..." Nate sobbed. "Okay. Okay." The doberman muttered. "I'll leave the matter alone."
Nate begged for the answers there and then, but the canine had the useful skill of being able to block out pointless ramblings. Instead he continued to pull the helpless otter up and through what seemed like endless flights of stair and doorways. Nate took in all of his surroundings, the hallways and stairway were covered in green carpeting, ugly and ancient. The walls were not better, hideous brown paint that was chipped in places. Suddenly the basement was beginning to seem a lot more comforting. He was taken up two flights of stairs before he was huddled into a room. He didn't get a chance to take in his surroundings, a leather bag was pulled tight over his head. "Mhh!"
He was pushed onto a comfortable bed that was large enough to accommodate four bodies, depending on their sizes. He felt the bondage around his torso being pulled off, but then released to make it snap back against his body like a rubber band. Nate yipped in pain and contracted his body to avoid further pain. The forepaws ignored Nate's pain and continued their assault. They pulled on the bondage more and more, rolling him over to play with the leather on his back and then pushing him back to the normal position to mess with the bondage draped across his front. It felt like a hundred ants dancing through his fur, biting him whilst he was defenseless. All of sudden the forepaws stopped stopped, leaving him smarting, but relieved. "There... ever so sorry my pet. It seems the bondage was applied incorrectly; normally getting everything off is a breeze." Nate heard a box, or a drawer, being opened and a mass of items were pushed inside before pawsteps came towards him.
"What now?" An annoyed Nate panted. That question was never answered. The hood that had so far been separating him from the rest of the world was yanked off to allow him to see his captor's face again. Fortunately, he could now make out details. A long face loomed over him, ending with a black canine nose that constantly twitched to keep the doberman alert. Sharp brown eyes, grinned down at Nate. He was observing Nate and Nate was observing the doberman, finally the canine spoke.
"Do I not live up to your expectations?" The naked doberman chuckled. "I may be an old gray muzzle, but don't let my age fool you; I still have enough energy in these bones!" Now that he mentioned it Nate could see that his fur was slightly grizzled. For example, dotted around his muzzle there were grey hairs that looked like stubble. If the doberman had head fur (which he didn't have at all; regular trims saw to keeping his head furs at a minimum) you could expect to see grey streaks mixed in.
Speaking of fur patterns, his neck and lower muzzle were all a tawny brown as was his muscular chest, thighs and the palms of his forepaws. The rest of his body, an onyx black. Everything about him, including the atmosphere he paraded around, seemed warm and friendly, but something about him was sinister. Nate assumed at first that it was because of the notoriety the doberman species carried, dangerous and quick to bite, but there was something much, much more dangerous than a bite coming towards Nate and all he loved.
Nate pulled his eyes away from the doberman's and shook off the cold sensation that had gripped him. He distracted himself by looking at the opulent decor of the room. All of it was quaint in one way or the other, modern art or ancient craftsmanship. The furniture was mostly the old fashioned kind, but had been given a modern aspect. The king sized bed's frames were made of wood, painted white. The bedposts were more like pillars, stretching up towards the ceiling and fanning out into a square. The silk drapes were currently folded around the bed posts with knots tied adroitly by dexterous forepaws. Pillows of all shapes and sizes had been placed at the foot of the bed, resting on the backboard. The pattern followed on the other end of the bed, but there were no normal pillows. The quilt on the bed had been replaced by thick blankets that were big enough to encompass even the largest of furs.
There was a long chest at the end of the bed, the fittings for it had been rusted and the lock broken off. Nate doubted that there was anything inside. Aside from that, there wasn't much that wouldn't belong in an old man's room. There were shelves full of old books and a drawer that didn't have any clothes in it. The modern aspect of the room came from the decorations. Hung on the walls were paintings of simple black lines, colorful swirls and squares or rectangles with rounded edges. Sculptures that didn't look like anything in particular were placed on top of the wooden surfaces.
"You're a fine creation." The doberman spoke after a minute or so and reached out to stroke Nate's arm. Flinching, the otter allowed the awkward touching, he avoid tensing and twitching, fearing that movement might end up getting him killed. The doberman ended the stroke by kissing Nate politely on the forepaw all whilst keeping eye contact with him. Only then did he bother to address Nate's unease. "Forgive me... I'm treating you as if we've known each other for years and yet you don't even know my name; do you know my name?" Nate's answered with a mouse like squeak, "No." "Sodom." The doberman answered simply. "And your name is... Nathaniel Todd, am I correct?" When Nate heard his true, full name spoken with Sodom's snobbish voice, he began to loath it more. The letters burned his ear drums and made him grit his teeth. "That's not my name." Nate half-snarled in response, some spit escaped as he bared his sharp set of teeth. The threat made Sodom chuckle and despite the belligerent mustelid and palpable tension that had birthed between the two, he got closer to the otter. The two were now sitting next to one another; Nate pushed onto the end of the bed and the doberman following close behind.
"My mistake. You prefer, Nate Bleak. Although you never married 'Him' did you?" He purred the 'him' in the sentence, making himself sound haughty. Once again, the otter was riled. Shooting up off of the bed, he clamored: "Shut up about him!" Nate pushed towards the door, but before he was even on the outside of the frame Sodom wailed: "Please sit back down." A shiver ran down Nate's spine. The way he said it, rolling the 'please' and exaggerating the 'sit', somehow made Nate feel strange. The sentence itself felt strange, unnatural in the way it was pronounced and something deeper empowered with a supernatural edge that couldn't have existed. Ghosts, mind control, possession. All three of them were just works of fiction, created by ancestors as an explanation before science had advanced enough to disprove supernatural spirits.
'Please sit back down.' The words echoed as they burrowed into Nate's mind to become a permanent memory. Nate leaned on the door frame slightly, his legs freezing into basalt and his mind numbing down. "It's not logical to try to leave. If you run away, the police have full permission to arrest you. However, because of your history, they will most likely shoot you dead. Imagine that. Being shot down in the street just for walking on a pavement." Sodom spoke quickly, firing off one word after the other. His voice, usually a cocktail of accents, emotions and power, sounded desperate and had no accent.
Nate came back to the bed and obediently sat back down, he didn't really have much of a choice. "Are you alright with your decision? There will be no 'take backs." Once you decide to stay, you decide to stay." It was almost as if Sodom wanted Nate to leave. To leave, and die. "I don't have a choice." Nate answered as he forced himself to remain seated. Fortunately, Sodom had moved back up the bed Sodom, could you explain the entire agreement to me? I didn't read it."
"You didn't read it!" Sodom howled with laughter, comically slapping his knee. The laughter stopped before Nate knew that it had started. "Well, by signing you've simply agreed to sell your life to me. Body and possessions, but not your mind. I can tell you what to do, but I can't tell you what to think. I have reign over your... sexual sessions, as one might say. I decide when you reach your climax, when you have sex and who you do this with. You are mine."
All of this was strange to Nate, but Sodom spoke calmly as if it were his everyday life. Nate opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off by the canine. "For example..." He said as he lay against the wooden back board on the king sized bed. He had his legs spread apart, so that Nate could see Sodom's sheath and the pink monster that lurked inside the cave. The very tip was beginning to emerge into daylight, unnerving Nate and making him want to run away. "I won't truly sodomize you just yet, no poking my dick in your rectum until it's your time, but if you wouldn't mind, I believe it's about time we had our first session."
"S-session!" Nate squeaked, pressing himself against the foot of the bed to get further away from Sodom. He knew what Sodom was talking about, but both parts of his mind were telling him to forget. "Oral. Forepaws. Paws. Tongue. Kisses. Lips. I know that you've had time to learn how to do all of this well. You have no excuse if you do this poorly. A poor session means poor treatment normally, but this is a test. Do this well and you shall be treated like a prized possession, no cages. You'll be free to move about the pet house, like the others. But, fail me and you will be facing a firing squad." Sodom warned. "Or worse. Lots of nasty fursons would kill to get their paws on a matchless otter."
Nate's head was in a spin by the end of Sodom's speech, but he caught the gist. Don't. Fuck. Up.
Nate crawled up the bed erotically, forepaw after forepaw. He had no idea what he was doing, or if it looked sexy, he just had a gut feeling that Sodom was enjoying it. He continued until his nose pressed against the warm, rounded sheath. He pushed on it with his tongue, lapping up the sweaty pair of balls and sucking on them whilst they were inside his mouth. He rubbed along Sodom's inner thighs with his soft forepaws and made quiet mewing noises as he nuzzled against Sodom's balls.
Nate pushed his eyes upwards to see that Sodom wasn't interested at all, his cock hadn't moved an inch. Normally, that would have been enough to make Nate give up and go home, but there was an aura about Sodom which told Nate to carry on. Sodom seemed to be suppressing his arousal. Nate leaned in closer to apply a short lick to the furry sheath, still no visual reaction from Sodom. No tail talk, no body language and not even a noise. Slightly annoyed, Nate leaned in once more to continue licking away at Sodom's sheath.
Sodom could feel the warmth coming from every lick. A warmth forged by passion, will and love, but not a single drop of the love was intended for Sodom. The will to live, no matter how many times Nate denied wanting to continue, was still present in Nate's subconscious and would carry on living there until trauma hit. The passion came from the love, and the passion added to the love. The love was all made by Nate's desire to be with another furson, somefur who had done something very cruel. Sodom had figured all of that out just by the way Nate moved, the way he loved.
Whilst his mind was piecing together the puzzle, Sodom had let his guard down and already his erection was beginning to swell up. The tip, and only the tip, was now exposing itself and no matter how many times Sodom thought about naked women, his penis showed no signs of retreating. Reaching out with a webbed forepaw, Nate rested his thumb on the tip and let his other fingers curl around the sheath. He rubbed slowly, resting on his front with his head tucked between Sodom's legs, nose just in front of the large sacks ready for a release.
Gradually Sodom's entire cock slid out like an animal leaving hibernation, sluggish at first, but after a few minutes it was out in its entire glory. The knot had swollen completely, it was now an angry ruby in both color and shape. Nate swooned over the master piece with longing eyes. It was all so attractive to him, the way the veined cock seemed to swell and pulse rhythmically. It looked like it was about to burst its crystal load over and into Nate's waiting body to make his fur an extra shade whiter. Nate snapped himself out of his reverie, he'd never caught himself being so eager to taste cum that didn't belong to his boyfriend.
Nate ran his webbed fingers along and around Sodom's eight inch length like spiders weaving a silky web. He brought his lips down close to the meat and pushed the tip inside as he gripped the circular sheath. With sharp, darting movements he shot forwards to bring the entire length into his maw to suckle slowly. "Good pet..." He heard Sodom moaned. The doberman gave in trying to resist and relaxed, pinching his own nipples and pulling them about to bring him extra pleasure. His legs had slowly moved to wrap themselves around the back of Nate's neck. Nate licked the bottom of Sodom's cock and he drew backwards, smacking his lips as the cock left his mouth. He looked at it for a moment, the glistening member, before once again rubbing the dick with the same vigor one might use when trying to clear a white board of a particularly adhering mark.
After Sodom's cock the comfort of Nate's lips a second time, Nate took the chance to do what his master truly wanted. To penetrate him. Nate put his arms around the back of Sodom's neck and pulled himself onto the doberman's lap. Sodom curled his legs up to offer support to his pet whilst he geared up to slide the already slippery cock into his rectum. Sodom's and Nate's noses were just in front of the other, nearly touching. They could feel the breaths the other took and soon their breathing became synchronized.
Sodom moved his arms to wrap around his pet's waist and Nate did the same to Sodom. There was no kissing, but instead a moment of acknowledgement as Nate lowered himself until his erection brushed into Sodom's fur. He stopped, only a second away from having his virginity taken, a second away from breaking the most important promise in his life. Words echoed in his mind, caroming off the walls to wake him up to the real world.
Promise me you'll wait until I have everything ready. Until the new bed comes."
" Trust me, I'll make you feel like a God."
"The whole night, just for you. No me, just you."
"Don't even use dildos until then. The tighter you are, the better it'll be for you."
"Promise me that you'll never let another furson apart from me touch your body, and that you'll never go touching another furson's body, apart from mine."
"Save your virginity." Bleak said.
"I'm sorry, master." Nate said as he pushed against Sodom's legs to be free of the embrace. "I said I'd never do this with anyfur apart from my boyfriend." Sodom nodded in understanding and let the otter retreat, "Fear not. There was no climax, but still I enjoyed it greatly. I don't think anyfur has ever done that to me so well. You clearly are a master at this." Sodom complemented as he rubbed his cock to prevent the erection from going down. "There will be no penetration, but I demand that you present your tail hole to me. On all fours at the side of the bed." Sodom said. "Yes master."
Nate got into the position, forepaws pressed against the rough carpet and his tail obediently lifted. He put his head down in shame as he felt a hot substance spread itself across his tail hole accompanied by a grunt from Sodom. He knew what liquid drenched his back side. He'd tasted it, felt and had been coated in it on several occasions. Seed, cum, spooge, sperm, whatever you want to call it.
Nate knew that he hadn't broken any oaths that he'd made with Aleksandr, but for some reason he felt unclean and he wondered; how many showers would it take, how many times would he have to be fucked by another guy, how many more oaths would he have to break before he began to feel clean again?
Thanks for reading!
Enter the footnote! I'll be posting this same information in a journal along with a few other bits and pieces sometime soon, but I thought it would be smart to post it here as well. THERE WILL BE SNUFF IN THIS SERIES!
Not for a long time though, the three events will probably happen half way through what I would call the second half and then the final murder would be right at the end. So, would this cause problems for anyone? If so and if you do want to read the whole series could you please inform me. I can change a few things, so that the same thing will happen, but I would be able to post it under adult instead of extreme. Or you could just set your content level to extreme since a lot of this series will be labelled 'extreme.'
I'll go into more details in the journal, but bye for now since I need to go! (A.K.A A giant spider just ran into the room and I have no idea where it is. I am not dealing with a six legged, fuzzy, multi-eyed, pincery monster!)