Title: Changes Part One
Chapter 3: Breaking Process
By: Cody Furlong
When Jake awoke from his slumber he didn't open his eyes, nor did he change his breathing patterns, not wanting to give away that he was cognizant to anyone that might have been watching. Probing out with his remaining senses the cinnamon furred tom tried to take stock of his surroundings and himself.
Gone was the vampire's presence from his mind, at least for the moment he could think clearly again. Unfamiliar scents filled his nose telling him he wasn't at home, and the air had a heavy chill to it compared to the summer heat he'd last remembered being in.
The whisper of air through his fur and raising goose bumps on his skin told him that at some point he'd been stripped of all his clothing, and that the source of the cold air had to be coming from a nearby vent that was blowing right on him.
Next to the cold his body felt heavy and stretched out, his arms were fixed over his head by something thick and rough that was digging into his wrists, leaving his legs left to dangle free. Judging by the dull ache that was starting to make itself known in his shoulder blades, he'd been hanging there by his wrists for at least a few minutes.
The athletic feline resisted the urge to try and ease the stain on his shoulders or freeing himself for the moment to focus more on his surroundings. He couldn't smell or hear anyone else being in the room with him, but that didn't mean that he didn't have a camera or something else trained on him.
Deciding to risk a look around Jake slowly cracked his eyes open just enough to see through. The room that greeted his amber gaze almost reminded him of a hospital room. The medium sized room's walls, floor, and even the ceiling was made up of white, sterile tiles, while a large mirror was set into the wall in front of him.
Giving his nude image a once over the tom discovered that his wrists were being bound by a length of thick, black, braided rope attached to a metal ring in the ceiling, and that his feet where only about two feet off the floor.
Flicking his eyes side to side the bound tom used the mirror to help him see the rest of the room without having to move his head. The wall to his left had the only closed, and probably locked door in it.
The back wall had a metal table running it's length with a white cloth draped over it, various sized budges in the fabric hinting at what might lay underneath. Finally the right side of the room contained two carts pushed against the wall, like the other table these were covered too, and in the corner was what looked like an IV stand complete with pump.
The sudden click of the door's latch opening caused the mechanic to close his eyes right before the barrier swung open. The door was soundless on it's hinges, making the following boot steps seem overly loud in the near silent room.
The steps marched up to him with a certain precision and authority that he knew only military training gave before coming to a stop in front of him. Jake didn't react to it, keeping his breathing slow, and his head down trying to look like he was still asleep.
He could feel the eyes of whoever this was running over his bare body, and the pungent smell of cigar smoke suddenly filling his nostrils nearly made him cough. That was nothing though when a large, strong hand suddenly grabbed his scrotum. The slim kat growled inwardly resisting the urge to jerk away as that furred paw roughly and thoroughly groped him.
"I know yer awake little one. There's no point in tryin' ta hide it .The deep gravely voice that spoke told him that this was that same tabby that had kidnapped him.
Jake growled and opened his eyes, raking them up over the other male's body as he raised his head. The vampire's large feet were set into black, leather biker boots of some kind, his thickly muscled legs clad in tight fitting, leather pants with a prominent budge at his laced up crotch.
The black furred tabby's upper body was almost left bare, except for an open leather vest letting his broad, heavily muscled chest, and rock hard abs show through. When his eyes finally reached the face, he was greeted by another puff of smoke from the large cigar screwed into the left side of the tom's muzzle.
The lips around the stogie were pulled back revealing pearly white fangs clamped down around the end of the shaft. Jake shivered slightly remembering the feeling of those sharp teeth grazing through his fur and the pleasure it had given him at the time.
Everything about this male just screamed that he was one of those domineering, oversexed, bad boy types that mothers warn their daughters about. The small hero had to admit that the muscled tabby made quite the striking tom with his hard muscled body, and rugged facial features.
The dark tom smirked showing more fang as he kept up the rubbing first tugging on, then rolling his captives balls around in his fingers.
Jake snarled and tried to arch his body away from the paw. "That doesn't belong to you! Who the hell are you and what do you want with me!?"
The mysterious male let out a bark of laughter as he withdrew his paw, his slate gray eyes going back to roaming over the hanging male's lithe body. Belching out another thick cloud of smoke that made the smaller tom gag, the large tabby removed the cigar stub from his lips, letting it fall to the floor as he paced around behind the strung up feline.
"Oh but they do Razor, you belong to me now, I am Grendel your new master. As for what I want….I want you…." As he spoke the tabby stopped behind the other male reaching out to slowly stroke the back of one hand down the exposed back from neck to tail before moving on again.
"You're one of the Swat Kats, despite your small size you're quite strong in both body and will. Your particular skill set will be quite useful to me, as will your body." The immortal stopped back in front of Jake and licked his lips.
"I'd never help you! I'd rather die before I'd do anything for you, and my body is taken you keep your paws off!" The bound Kat snarled suddenly bouncing on his rope trying to free himself, while lashing out with a leg to kick the other male in the face.
All that did was earn another bout of deep laughter as Grendel caught the leg by the ankle before the appendage could strike him.
"Who said you would be living then? I intend to get plenty of mileage out of you while you're living, and undead." The vamp growled, using his strong grip to squeeze down on the mortal's ankle until he felt the bones start to compress.
Jake yelped in pain then went limp before the powerful male could crush his ankle. He glared daggers at the dark tabby, wishing that one of the imaginary blades would find it's way into his heart if he even had striped tom chuckled letting go of the appendage when he saw his captive stop struggling. Reaching into an inner pocket of his vest he then pulled out a new cigar.
Holding it up to his muzzle the short fur ran it under his nose breathing in it's aroma, then held it under Jake's nose. "Smells good don't it?"
When the cinnamon feline didn't smell of it like he had, the large male shrugged and pulled it away. Moving it up to the left side of his mouth, he clenched the rolled up tobacco between his teeth before reaching into his vest again. Coming out with a matchbook the blood drinker struck a match and lit the end of his cigar.
Sucking air in through it, the tip flared bright red before Grendel exhaled the smoke, the cloud once again going right into Jake's face invading his sinuses and mouth. The strung up tom coughed and tried not to vomit from the fumes he swore he could almost taste.
The undead tom took another deep inhale from his stogie before shrugging off his vest and tossing it to the side out of the way. "It's time to get to work kitten, by the time I'm done breakin' ya you'll willingly serve me, an' love the things I do to that body of yers."
Even as he spoke Grendel moved around to Jake's backside again, then started to unlace the bulging crotch of his leather pants. The only thing the slim mechanic could do was watch on through the mirror as his captor freed himself of his clothing.
Sensing what was coming Jake once again tried to struggle free, but all he succeeded in doing was making the ropes dig into his wrists more. The vampire watched his prey jerk around on the rope for a moment before moving forward, he loved it when they fought it only fueled his lust even more.
"I'm going to enjoy rapin' you, there's no escape from it. Yer gonna take me deep kit, so ya might as well save yer strength, your going to need it fer later." The powerful tom growled as he gripped the bucking tom's hips firmly digging his claws into the flesh.
Grendel reveled in the scream of pain he forced out of Jake's lips as he jerked the small tom down and back forcefully, plowing into him and impaling the feline hard onto his impressively sized spear. Setting up a deep yet slow pistoning, the villain didn't even give his captive time to adjust as he set about pleasuring himself inside the Swat Kat.