Trapt >> #541338
Posted on 2016-02-05 20:56:29 Score: 4 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

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As darkness falls over the city, a similar sensation washes over Liam's mind. A sense of eagerness rushing through his brain, causing him to tremble slightly. He stands in front of a small brick and wooden abandoned house. The windows are boarded up, and there is police tape that was supposed to deter people from the porch and the private property.

Liam buttons up his jacket, flipping up the collar to better cover his neck from the cold as he surveys around himself to ensure no one was paying the buck any mind. He takes in a deep breath through his nose and then slowly lets it escape his body from his mouth, causing a steam cloud to form in front of his face. The cold air surrounding him soothing his unease as he makes his way onto the abandoned ground.

After hopping over the police tape, onto the porch, he grabs the cold and rusted metal of the screen door handle; it was very cold, even through the gloves he wore. He pushed the button to unlatch the weak door and he flings open. He grabs onto the front door handle and tries it. Surprisingly, the door opens very easily. Pushing on the door, he forces himself through the threshold and into the house. He quickly fishes into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small flashlight.

Click

The flashlight makes a quick noise as Liam turns it on. He starts to wave it around, exploring the area before him with his vision. As he concentrates on the small window of light, his ears start to hear something. The flashlight's gaze matching his, as he starts to search for the sound. He takes a step further into the house, away from the front door when it shuts behind him. He quickly turns around towards the door, while backing away from it. Fear slowly taking over the mind of the once eager buck. He goes to touch the door knob, to try and open it again, when the ringing sound from before slowly drains his concentration.

He turns back around to face the inside of the house. His body seems to be under the control of something else, his brain unable to fully grasp how he knows the way to the sound. He legs taking step after step, without his consent. Soon, he's lead through the house into a hallway. The ringing all while getting louder, keeping fear at bay.

At the end of the hallway lies a single wooden door; the white paint chipping off, showing the false brown base color. He keeps himself moving towards the door and when he reaches it, his paw brings itself to the strange knob. He slowly pulls the door open and finds himself walking downstairs into a basement.

As he makes his way downstairs, he feels a strange unnatural heat flood his body. He takes his flashlight and stuffs it into his jacket and then without thinking, he slowly starts stripping off his clothing. First, his gloves and jacket, letting them fall onto the stairs, followed by his shirt, he quickly unbuttoning it, letting it slide off of his arms as he reaches the base of the stairs. The basement has its own light source, a bright blue color. As he gets closer and closer to the light source, he stops and strips off his jeans and then his briefs. Standing completely naked in front of this burning light source was strangely pleasant, and he could feel his cock start to harden in response.

He began to stare at this strange light source when it suddenly clicked in his head what it was. A crystal necklace. Once it clicked with him he felt his mind go completely blank, completely empty. Endorphins flooding his brain, an extreme pleasure suddenly filling his mind.

The necklace is behind a glass display case, and so the stag bent over the case pressing his nose to the glass so his eyes could stare blanking at the pendant. His ass having the strange sensation of wanting to be filled and his cock starting to drip pre cum as a response to the sudden hedonistic need.

Liam did not hear anyone approach him, not that he cared. He felt a deep and unruly pleasure sweeping through him and all he had to do was stare at this necklace. He felt paws grab his hips from behind, slowly making their way up his body going all the way up to his upper chest as he felt someone rub their bulge against his ass.

"My my, what do we have a here? A lost buck that has lost his way and into my domain?" A soft voice whispered into the ear of the blank stag. Liam let out a soft moan at the words, his back arching slightly, his ass becoming more vulnerable to this attractive voice in his ear. Liam's head slowly nods to affirm the words spoken into his mind. "I think you have some training to do. You seem so open and so easy to transform into an eager slave. My eager slave."

Liam feels a soft hand grab onto his shoulder, lifting his from the display case carefully. "Just lay down, Slave. Head down, and lift that pretty ass of your's up for your Master to see." The buck obediently follows the commands of this phantom voice, getting down into the vulnerable position. He hears the display case open, and turns his head to see his new Master wearing it around his neck.

"You're such a good boy. So obedient! And remember, obedience is pleasure and pleasure is obedience, slave."

These are the last words that the stag hears before he feels the thick cock of his Master push inside of him.