
Tales from Patches' Bar
Chapter Three – Trust Betrayed
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
9th February, 2012
All Rights Reserved.


 Arkellian awoke some hours later, his head fuzzy and fogged, and as he groaned and tried to sit up, he heard, then felt, the clank of metal on metal.  Trying to open his eyes, he only seen unrelieved darkness – and fear grew in his young heart, sending its icy grasp throughout his body.  He felt nauseous, the bile rising in his throat, as he whimpered and felt his well-violated rump aching in agony.


 “Help...help me please!” He squealed, trashing against the invisible restraints that bound him to what felt like a bed.


 A strong paw grasped him by the throat, and began to squeeze – expertly cutting off his breathing and silencing his cries for help.  Derived of his sight, and touch, he only had his senses of smell and hearing, to know what was happening.  As his lungs began burning in his chest, he gurgled and thrashed, but the bonds that bound him never moved, and the grip tightened – sharp claws pricking the flesh.


 “Utter another sound - “ Come a deep, masculine voice from right beside Arkellian's ear.  “And I'll silence you...permanently...”


 Suddenly, the pressure was released and Arkellian drew great panting breaths – sucking down oxygen like a drowning man.  He whimpered and twitched, his ears flickering at the sound of what he thought – were some sort of chains.  Experimentally, he pulled his paws down, feeling only a tiny amount of give in the restraints – before they reached the end of their movement.  Turning his head, Arkellian used all his ability, to hear the slightest noise – a whispered voice, a movement of feet on carpet – anything – that would let him clear his mind of the fog that enveloped him.


 Arkellian gasped, as he felt those strong paws slowly sliding up his tender, exposed belly, and he whimpered piteously.


 “Please...please – what do you want from me!” Arkellian squealed, his voice breaking into a high pitched shriek.


 Without warning a paw slammed into his head, rocking it violently to the side, and Arkellian screamed again – the pain of the forceful strike lancing through his skull.


 “What did I just tell you?” Come the voice again.  “Last warning – shut your muzzle, or I'll shut it for you...”


 Arkellian wept, knowing he had no idea where he was – and no idea how long he had been unconscious.  It could be but seconds – it could be hours – he had lost all sense of time, and sniffled, trying to stop the fear that kept gnawing at him.  Images – thoughts fragmented and scattered, flashed through his mind – and he tried to seize them, but they broke apart and vanished in mental puffs of fog.


 “Please....please – don't kill me...I...I don't know what you want from me – who...who are you? Please...let me go – I'm no threat to anyone...I just want to go home!” Arkellian whimpered, twisting his head too and fro, trying to make sense of it all.


 “Home?” Come the voice right beside his head.  “Ah, my dear, misguided fool – what was the first thing you were taught....”


 Arkellian snapped his head to the left, ears pricking forwards towards the voice.


 “Not too...” He whispered, then flattened his ears.  “Not too - “


 Only silence greeted him, as he sniffled and wracked his mind for the answer, yet the mental imagery was disjointed and muddied, like looking into a murky pond.


 “Who are you! I demand too – urk!” Arkellian gasped, as he felt the paws grasp his throat again and begin squeezing.


 “You demand? YOU?” A laugh, cruel, sadistic and filled with menace come to Arkellian's ears.  “You are in no position to demand anything...whelp.  Oh, I know what you're thinking – your friends will begin to worry – and come looking for you...oh, but wait – they don't have the slightest clue, where you are! You don't even know where you are! I might add – you're tied to the bed with thick restraining cuffs, both wrists and ankles – so you're not going anywhere – and neither am I...”


 Arkellian strangled and began violently bucking against the unseen tormentor, who chuckled and kept squeezing, until Arkellian nearly blacked out from suffocation – then the paws were removed and he gasped for breath.


 “Please...please don't...I...I don't know what you want from me...” Arkellian whimpered, unwittingly repeating himself.


 “What I want from you...I shall take – do you understand me pup? You're not in a position to dictate how and when I choose – what I may – or may not want from you.  If I wanted too, I could kill you here and now...quickly, painlessly – or slow and excruciatingly painful....”


 A swish was heard, then the loud slap of leather striking fur and flesh, and Arkellian yelped, a stinging pain on his thigh from where the object had struck him.  Again, the strange thing swished and slapped, this time on his tender belly, and he bucked wildly, beginning to panic in hysterical fear.


 “You will learn your place Zeta - “ Growled the voice beside his ear.  “You will speak when spoken too, you will obey without hesitation and do as your master commands.  Refusal...will result In painful, educational punishment....”


 Arkellian swallowed, feeling the leather object slid across his cheeks, and he smelt the distinct scent of well oiled leather – but what it was, he could not tell.  Suddenly, his paws ankles were seized in iron-like grasps, and he heard the rattling of keys.  In a few moments, his ankles were freed, and again, the leather object swished and cracked on his belly, making him cry out in pain and fear.


 “First lessons – try anything foolish...and you will be cruelly punished.  Do as I tell you, and you will find I can be...generous. Nod once if you understand.” Hissed the voice next to his ear again.


 Arkellian sniffled, then nodded once in confirmation, fearing his unseen assailant more and more.  His paws were un-cuffed and Arkellian moaned, then reached for the blindfold.  Instantly, he was slapped with the object again, cruelly and painfully.  He yelped, and trembled, before he sobbed and tried his best to lay still, not antagonising his captor.


 “You're a bit of a slow learner whelp,” Come the voice – then suddenly, Arkellian felt himself jerked off the bed.


 He was roughly pulled to his feet, then yanked down by something attached to a collar – that he had never known was affixed to his neck.  Now, on the palms of his paws and on his knees, he heard a rattling sound as something was secured – and he suspected, but was not sure – his collar was now tied on a very short leash to something on the floor.  Carefully, he pulled his head up, and there came the painful strike of the object to his thighs and he whined in pain.


 “I can do this all day - “ Come the voice again, not even breathing heavy, as it whipped Arkellian again and again, until the wolf begged piteously for mercy.


 “Mercy? Such a pathetic, ridiculous concept. Did your ancestors listen to the frightened screams of their prey – when they ran them down and tore their throat out? Did they hear the animal's screams of agony and suffering – and grant them mercy? No.  You are my prey, and I am the predator. You forgot the number one rule pup...”


 Arkellian's eyes widened beneath the blindfold, then he shrieked as the whip was struck against his body again and again, randomly, and with a quick slashing blow, that stung like the worst wasp sting Arkellian had ever felt.


 “What was the number one rule, you were meant to remember?” Come the voice, as it cruelly grasped Arkellian's nape in a paw and began pulling it tighter and tighter.  “Trust...trust is the first thing a predator will betray, with its prey! You trusted too willingly...let me inside your defences, never thought to question or search your feelings! Have you no common sense? Where was your instincts...your fabled Lupine cunning – that should have awoken within you – and warned you of danger?”


 “Please...please don't...” Arkellian sniffled, his body overcome with fear.


 Again, he was cruelly slapped with the whip, a dozen lashes struck him in random places, never the same location and this only added to the pain and fear – helpless, Arkellian could only squeal and writhe in torment.


 “Remember your lesson pup - “ Come the voice again, this time, growing increasingly menacing.  “You will speak only if spoken too, and I give you permission to speak. Don't make me angry with you puppy – I'd have little problem with silencing you – permanently.  You're not the fist, who was brought to me to be broken and trained – and I'm sure – you won't be the last.  Now...remember your lessons – and you will find this will go much more...pleasing...for you....”


 Strong paws grasped Arkellian by the flanks, then squeezed tight as Arkellian moaned and quivered.  He gasped as he felt the warm body pushed against his unwilling rump – then he yelped as someone grunted and began mounting him.


 “Oh...oh god...no – no! Please...please stop - “ Arkellian shrieked, trying to push himself away, then he felt sharp teeth bite down into his nape, making him squeal in pain.


 Again and again, the unseen male grunted and pulled the unwilling your wolf's hips up and back, before he was completely mounted inside Arkellian, who wept helplessly, his paws clenched into fists as he bit back his frightened and painful cries.  His captor began thrusting harder and harder – pulling himself out then slamming back inside Arkellian, who buckled and gagged.  A thin trickle of blood began sliding down his neck, but that was of small consequence, as he felt himself being vigorously mounted again and again.  Pain built on pain, as his captor grunted and pulled him tighter and tighter. Arkellian bit his tongue, tasting the hot, coppery blood as he fought to stop himself from crying out, as he was eagerly violated by his captor.  Soon, to his surprise, those iron-like paws slid under his belly, then trailed over his rapidly rising member.  How, Arkellian wondered through the sickening sensation in his mind, could he be getting aroused by this? He was being taken – quite forcefully and deeply – against his will...yet as those furred fingers trickled down his penis, Arkellian gasped and felt his arousal growing.


 “Good...” Grunted the voice, its hot breath washing over Arkellian's neck, as it loosened its tight bite on his nape.  “Give yourself to me puppy...let the pain be forgotten – there is only...pleasure, give yourself willingly to me...your master – and I will show you pleasure you have never dreamed of...”


 Arkellian moaned, torn between the ache in his violated rump and the very real pleasure this disembodied voice was bringing him. Each time the male who was taking him withdrew, Arkellian gasped – then the firm length was pushed back inside his tightening passage, the burning ache growing and growing.


 “Give yourself to me pup - “ Grunted the voice, its breathing growing rougher and more a panting gasp.  “Stop fighting your true nature – you're submissive...you always have been, so submit to your dominant master...let him breed you like the bitch you are...”


 Arkellian gasped and arched his back inwards, towards the floor  and the male behind him uttered a short, sharp moan – before he reasserted his tight grip on Arkellian's tender flanks and began humping harder and harder.  Each time he slapped his groin against Arkellian's rump, Arkellian cried out and soon – his cries were anguished moans, his penis slapping against his furred belly and the knot agonisingly tight.  He felt himself brought closer and closer to his orgasm, yet this strong, dominant male who bred him like a female – showed no sign of even coming close.


 “Good little bitch - “ Hissed the voice behind him, as the paws began kneading Arkellian's flanks.


 “Oh...oh...” Arkellian gurgled, then threw his head back and began panting, his penis flicking twice against his stomach, before his thick spurts of semen poured forth, spattering his belly, chest and forearms in salty wet streams.


  Nuzzling the wolf's nape, the unseen male smiled to himself, feeling Arkellian's orgasm seize him and then he continued his rough mating, listening to Arkellian's cries and moans – knowing the young wolf was finally starting to admit his true nature...he was submissive, there was no doubt – and having a strong, dominant male mating him like a female, it just reinforced his submissive nature.


 For over two and a half hours, his captor mated Arkellian, making him his bitch in every expression of the world – Arkellian giving himself body and soul to his captor – squealing in growing pleasure as the thick penis was slid free – then pushed back inside him again and again.  Finally, his captor bit down on Arkellian's nape again, and the wolf tilted his head back, his tongue lolling from his muzzle, as he grunted and pushed against his captor, who squeezed Arkellian's flanks tight with his paws and began ejaculating deep inside the young wolf.  Arkellian had never experienced an orgasm of this intensity – the hot semen flooding his body, almost like a thick hot milk was being poured into his trembling passage.  Again and again, his new master ground his hips against Arkellian's now willing body – pulse after pulse of the member inside Arkellian sending more of its fluids into the wolf, before at last, the orgasms finally dribbled to a stop, and the captor reached up with shaking paws – tearing the blindfold off Arkellian's head.


 Arkellian gasped, the bright overhead lights blinding him, and he blinked away the stinging tears, before he bowed his head and began panting – his body wet with sweat, and the ache from his rump as it squeezed the penis within it, making him twitch.


 “Look at me - “ Come the voice behind him, barely recognisable, due to its rough, rasping sound.


 Arkellian twisted his head around, then his eyes widened as he seen Blacktail gazing back at him, the kangaroo buck shivering and holding Arkellian tight.  His ears were flattened against his neck, and the sweat that shimmered on his soaked fur, glistened like oil on water.


 “Now...know your place puppy - “ Blacktail grunted and gave a quick thrust inside Arkellian again, reasserting his dominance and reminding Arkellian, who was whose bitch.  “Do as I say, when is say – and submit to me...and I will promise you, you will be rewarded for your good behaviour.  Do you understand me...nod once...my new pet.”


 Arkellian grunted as Blacktail ground his hips against Arkellian's well violated rump, and he blinked away the tears from his eyes. With a meek, timid nod, he shivered and wondered what Blacktail was going to do with him...and now, even though the mating had been cruel and violent, Arkellian trembled – bowing his head submissively and realising his master could be cruel...but he could be kind...it was up to Arkellian, to bring out the gentleness in this strong, dominant and wilful older buck....


To Be Continued...


 