Song of the Siren Part 2 by Aros Orean Lars was far past simple worry. As he stepped into the elevator, he felt a mixture of apprehension, fear, and a strong desire to just run. He watched his own finger slide to the "3" button, and the elevator lurched into motion a few seconds later. What was happening? Why did he find himself here? Where exactly was he? And that voice was distressingly familiar, who was it? But when he thought about it for a moment, there was only one answer to that. Before the chill could move through his body, his mind gave him more questions. Why did he watch those two guys? Why didn't he just...leave? Or look away or something? The bull snapped back into reality as the elevator's door opened, showing him the blandly decorated, but inoffensive hallway. He followed the signs for unit 304, standing before it. And he watched himself ring the doorbell. He never felt like he truly did it, but rather there was some puppeteer pulling his hand toward the wall and pushing the button. A few heavy thuds of footsteps, and the door opened, revealing the older bull that stopped him at the gym. Of course, who else could it have been? "Right on time. Come inside, Lars." He knew his name. Did he ever tell the other bull his name? It seemed like so long ago when they met. Both of them in workout gear. But now the older bull was wearing some casual dark denim and a tight-fitting polo, like some kind of office worker on a friday afternoon. "I imagine you have some questions, Lars." Lars stepped inside the apartment, comfortably furnished and posh to a regular joe like him. His hand went inside his pocket and produced the flash drive, offering it out to the other bull. He took it with a smile. "Ah yes, for next time." Next time? The smaller bull wondered. "Please, have a seat, Lars." Lars did exactly that, sitting down on a leather couch. The irony was lost on him, in that moment. The older bull brought him a glass of water while he held an opaque bottle of liquid in his own hand. "How did I end up here?" Lars asked, ignoring the glass. "You're here because you were instructed to come here. And you've gained great skill in following instructions." The older bull was dodging his questions. "I was under the impression following instructions didn't take skill." Lars narrowed his eyes at the other bull. "It does when your conscious self wouldn't normally obey certain requests." The older bull swirled his bottle. "Like if I were to tell you to stare at my crotch while fondling yourself, under normal circumstances, you would get angry and maybe even storm out of my home." He took a sip. "Your conscious mind rejects the idea, at the moment. But ever since I mentioned my crotch, you've been doing exactly that." Lars found himself unable to look away from between the bull's legs. Worse, he became aware that his hand was on his own groin, groping himself. Barely an hour after his last orgasm, the bull was almost ashamed to realize he was getting hard again. "Now, your subconscious belongs to me. I give it instructions, and you carry them out. You might not realize it every time, but you do." "Why...why are you doing this?" Lars grunted, eyes still locked with the other bull's package. "Some people call me a collector." Lars swallowed. "So is that what I am to you? Some kind of trophy?" "More than a trophy. A helpless, obedient companion. You may look away." Lars let out a sigh of relief as he turned his vision away, refusing to spend another second looking at the other bull. It was all so very frightening, so unsettling. He just had to resist. As long as he could resist... "Look over here." The bull said, now holding out a pen and a stack of papers and pushing them toward Lars on the coffee table between them. Lars stared at the objects. "What's this?" "A legally binding contract transferring ownership of all your possessions to me. Most of it will be sold or given away, of course, as such things would be redundant for me. In exchange, a promise to take care of you for the remainder of your life, ensuring you would live happily under my care and guidance." It all sounded a little bit too much like signing up for a nursing him. "Never." Lars said with disdain. The older bull chuckled in response. "Lars, I'm afraid that you're going to sign these papers in 24 hours, and you'll do it happily. I'm simply giving you a day to get your life in order. Tell your friends and family a convenient lie, like you've gone to live in Tibet or spread a rumor of your death." Lars just shook his head, over and over. "Fine then. Spend your last free day resisting. It's not my problem, ultimately. You may leave now." Lars jumped up from the couch and headed straight for the door. He was never coming back, he'd just drive off, go home, delete all those files, and never ever think about this bull again. But then he remembered their conversation at the gym. "How do you know my name?" "You gave me your name, as well as your address, blood type, medical history, and credit card number." Lars stared blankly at the other bull. "But...when?" "That's for me to know and for you to blissfully forget tomorrow." "But...I don't even know your name." The older bull grinned. "But you know what to call me." Master. Lars called him Master. The revelation made him fall to his knees, once again staring at the bull's package. "Master." "That's right. Took you a bit longer than most. But everyone comes to the same conclusion." No, this isn't right, a little voice spoke up. But then the Master stepped forward, leaving barely an inch between Lars and the older bull's bulge. He wanted to lean forward, press his nose into it, just a little. Just a taste. "This is a taste of what you'll have with me, Lars. It'll be better than you can ever imagine." And the Master grabbed Lars' head and shoved his face into the older bull's crotch. Lars was in heaven. He began to squirm and nuzzle what he could, annoyed that fabric had to come between him and his Master's lovely body. His wonderful, muscled body. He let out a moan, eyes closed as he ran his nose along what he could only assume to be the Master's growing length. "Slave wants to feel it closer, doesn't he?" Lars nodded quickly, panting as he looked up at the bull towering over him. To his delight, he found the bull unzipping those pants and peeling down his underwear, revealing a sheath already showing off a thickening member. The younger bull pressed his face into the crotch again, moaning lewdly as he felt the shaft against his fur for the first time, inhaling the Master's scent. "So eager, just like I want you to be." "Yes sir." The words came out of his mouth without a thought about them. His world began to center itself on pleasuring the Master. Without a suggestion, or a command, Lars took the tip in his mouth and slowly sunk his mouth further on the length, causing the older bull to rumble in satisfaction, giving Lars a scratch behind his horn in reward. Lars' hands moved upward, one fondling the Master's hefty sac while the other rubbed at his taint, much like he saw the wolf do to the lion, as if it were a distant memory. He felt another rumble from the Master and knew he was on the right track. Lars didn't care that his own shaft was leaking pre onto his clothes, leaving an embarrassing stain. His life, his existence was about pleasure. Bringing pleasure to the bull. Obeying brought him pleasure, which he gave back in his service. Then he felt the bull grip his head tight, and he knew what was coming. Lars kept himself still and felt the Master shove himself in and out of his mouth, feeling the length slide over his lips. He kept going for what felt like hours, and yet Lars never wanted it to stop. He wanted to stay like that forever. And all too soon, from his perspective, he felt the Master shove his length deep within Lars' mouth, causing him to gag on the tip, which was enough to trigger the older bull's climax. His shaft pulsed and pumped seed into Lars' waiting mouth, his eyelids half-closed as he felt his Master's body empty itself into him for minutes. With a warm smile, the Master withdrew his length from the bull's mouth. "That's the kind of life you'll live with me. Pleasure. Now stand up, go home, and make your arrangements." Lars felt strangely peaceful about it as he stood, smiling back, turned around, and went for the door. "And remember, Lars." Lars turned back to look at the Master. "Obey the bull." Lars nodded. "Obey the bull." And he left. --- He only realized what happened as he stepped in his apartment again, in the dead of night, the clock at triple digits once more. He gave another man a blowjob. And he loved it. What had he become? The bull threw his gym bag in disgust onto the floor, surprised to see Tyler still awake, and still on the couch. But he didn't have time to think about the tiger. He had to figure out what he was going to do. He had to prepare. 24 hours to either give it all up and resign his life to an empty, but at least happy existence in the care of the Master. Or he could try to find a way out. Neither option was appealing. Lars stood in the kitchen, hands gripping the counter as he thought about his dilemma, weighing the options over and over again, then chiding himself for wasting time. He stood there for minutes, never moving, only thinking. Until he realized that Tyler had done exactly the same thing. Still frozen on the couch, the tiger was so fixated on his computer, he didn't even offer a word or a wave as Lars came home and stood in the kitchen mumbling. The bull crept over to Tyler, who still had headphones plugged into his ears. "You okay there, Ty?" Tyler snapped his head up a bit and popped one of his headphones out. "Oh hey there, man. Didn't see you come in." Lars just nodded. "Right. I have a question for you." Tyler turned his head, then widened his eyes in surprise as he found himself staring at Lars' crotch. Lars stepped back, realizing he was still tenting from earlier. Awkward. Tyler just kept staring. Lars bit his lip and tried to start his explanation. "Remember that guy who came up to me at the gym? Well..." And he explained the whole situation to Tyler, who merely nodded along, surprising Lars by his lack of disgust or surprise at any of it. "...And as I turned to leave, he said 'Obey the bull.'" "Obey the bull." Tyler repeated. "Yeah, just like that." "Obey the bull." Tyler said, eyes once again locked on Lars' package. A jolt of fear shot through Lars. "Tyler, what have you been listening to?" "Workout mixes." Tyler replied. Lars scrambled forward and looked at the tiger's playlist. He had binged himself on four of the five files while he was gone. "Fucking hell, Tyler. How did you get these?" "Copied them from your computer." "Why would you do that?" "Wanted to see why you were acting weird." The bull winced. "Can you just be normal again? Please?" "Obey the bull." Tyler repeated. "Goddammit, Tyler, just take your headphones off and put your computer away." Slowly, robotically, Tyler did as commanded. It was only then that Lars noticed that the tiger's boxers were tenting even worse than his own pants. And a little voice in his head told him exactly what to do with the tiger. "Tyler, take your clothes off." "Yes Master," came the reply, causing the bull to step back and watch in amazement as his entirely straight, even chaste, roommate take off his clothes and stand nude before the bull. And then he couldn't stop staring at the tiger's round, strong, not quite muscular body. "Tyler, take my clothes off." "Yes Master." He droned, stepping forward and easily slipping the bull's clothes from his body, only needing Lars to lift a foot when necessary. He discarded the clothes in a pile and returned to a standing position. "Tyler." The bull reached out and touched the tiger's fur, running his hand up and down his chest. "Bend yourself over the couch and show off your ass to me." He couldn't believe he was saying it. But the tiger did not show even a twitch of resistance, turning and curling himself over the back of the couch, raising his tail against his body. The bull felt himself drawn forward, splaying his hand over the tiger's back as his throbbing length slipped between his cheeks. It felt wonderful, and yet forbidden. Something in his mind said he wasn't allowed to enjoy such a feeling, but his lust proved to powerful to sway. He reached around the tiger's body and felt his own swaying member, giving it a squeeze and hearing a moan of delight escape his lips. With a mischievous grin, the bull began to slide his shaft into Tyler's entrance, feeling it tighten around his invading member. Tyler let out a cry of pain, but the bull slowed his advance enough to let him adjust, dragging his fingers up and down the tiger's back while he pushed in ever onward, barely able to tell he was moving forward. The shivers those fingers brought comforted Tyler as he felt the bull slip inside. It still felt taboo, but the bull loved it so much, he couldn't let a little pestering thing like that get in the way of such pleasure. As Tyler let out another high-pitched moan, Lars gave him another good thrust, hilting himself inside the tiger. It was all about instinct from there. The bull gripped Tyler's hips and began to slide himself in and out, thrusting fiercely while the tiger groaned, attempting to keep his rear relaxed while Lars shoved himself inside his body. Tyler's hand drifted down to his length and began to stroke himself, leaking pre onto the couch below. Lars' own length slide in and out of the tiger's tailhole easily, his slick member eking out pre even faster than the tiger's. He slid his hands up Tyler's back and gripped his shoulders tight, his movements fierce and feral as he growled with lust. His hips slammed against Tyler's, his heavy balls slapping against the tiger's pair, his eyes half open as the pleasure escalated through his body. The world was going black, there was nothing but them and how they felt. For a moment, everything was gone, mind and body fully separate and the carnal desires they both felt being satisfied. The bull slammed in one last time and let out a long groan as his balls emptied themselves deep inside the tiger's ass, frozen in place while he felt the climax roll over his body. Tyler's own shaft erupted once he felt that last thrust inside him, emptying his load over the couch with a high-pitched moan. Lars collapsed on top of the tiger, who in turn collapsed on top of the couch, each of them bent over and moaning as they recovered. They breathed deeply, eyes closed, feeling each other's fur against their own. The glorious silence was only broken by Tyler's voice. "What the fuck just happened?"