Victor -Part 4-
As I lay in bed with my young pup, I can't help, but to worry about him. 'What has this poor boy been through? What would make him think that was the type of repayment I wanted?' His scars were starting to sound familiar. Like I had seen similar ones befor, but where? I look down at his sleeping form and start to smile. 'He is adorable when he sleeps.' Seeing him content, brings me a feeling I never thought I could have for a wolf. He stirs slightly, pressing his body as close to mine as he can get. I can't help myself as I trace my finger from his cheek down to his stomach. I can fill the soft fur just below his navel. The same dark strands as the ones on his head. 'A natural wolf, are we? I like that.' I slowly trace my fingers down into his pants, my heart racing as I finally find what I am looking for. He stirs and I pull my hand away. 'What the fuck am I doing in here?' I slowly pull away from Edgar, putting a blanket in my place. 'Sorry young pup, your sleeping alone tonight.' I go out, and sit in my chair by the fire.
"What the fuck am I doing? Why do I want this wolf so bad?" I lean back into my chair and look into the fire. As I watch the flames dance, I I drift off to sleep, the thought of Edgar, laying naked on the fur quickly floods my mind. I replay the scene in my head. My vision starts to shift, to him in my bed. He crawls to the ground, getting on his knees before me. As I stand there, looking down at him, he begins to reach into my pants, never taking his eyes off me. I reach down to touch his hair, but he quickly grabs my hand.
"Uh, uh Victor. You just get to watch." My arms are now pinned to my sides as he takes my cock out and begins to stroke me, The soft skin of his hands felt amazing against my shaft. "How's this Victor? Is this what my master wants." He begins to lick my cock, I want nothing more than to tangle my hands through his hair, and force my cock down his throat. Watch him swallow every last inch of me as I thrust into his mouth. I want to see those green eyes fixed on mine as he chokes on my cum. "Yeah you like this, don't you? This young pups not a slow learner after all, huh?" My vision changes again, and I am in the woods, near a lake. I look over to see Edgar coming up to me. He embraces me, his sweet smell filling my nose. He takes my hand and leads me to the edge of the forest, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Take me Victor. Do as you please with me." My heart almost stops when the scenes changes once more to Edgar, naked on all fours, it front of me. He looks back at me, "I want you to fuck me Victor! Fuck me like the BITCH I am!"
I am suddenly jerked awake by the sudden avalanche in my pants. 'Why do I want you?' I get up and strip out of my clothes. I take them outside and throw them in the bucket with the pair from the night before. 'If this keeps up, i'm going to run out of clothes soon. I wash and put on fresh clothes. The sky is starting to fade as the sun begins to rise. 'Well, since i'm already here, I might as well go into town now.'
I ride through the forest. After I ride just over an hour, I arrive. As I enter, I notice something unusual. What appeared to be a carnival, was parked just outside the city limits. I enter the town to be greeted by an unusual sight. There are posters everywhere with the attraction. As I walk through I am greeted by a disturbing site. Acroos the top of every poster, is the name "Hans Traveling Freak Show". 'That looks like the burn on my-"
"Victor! Nice to finally see you again." A squat, plump fellow with a bad come over and uneven mustach in a green suit, comes through the crowd and up to me. I have no choice but to look down on him since he is nearly two whole feet shorter than me.
"Hello Mayor Sullivan. Whats going on?"
"Not sure, it's not the usuall carnival thats comes through here. They seem, a bit, unusuall, if you ask me." He waves his hand at a poster, I couldnt realize, I had missed. "Not sure what they want, but when one of the workers put that poster up, the boss man though a fit."
I can't believe my eyes. I am staring into the face of my young pup. Those innocent green jewels seem to stare right back. The words 'Meet the wolf-man!' written across the top. "Why was he upset? Did you hear anything?"
"Did I hear anything?" He chuckles. "I'm the Mayor, of course I know. But if you want every detail, I suggest you ask him, he's right over there." I turn to see a tall slim man in a faded purple coat. He has greasy black hair and a crooked nose. I could smell him from over here. The scars made since now. 'What have you done to my Edgar?'
I fought back my rage as I approached him. "Excuse me, sir,"
"Can I help you?" He snears at me.
"Are you Hans? I was told to ask you, if I had any questions about that feature over there?" I point to the picture of Edgar.
"Yes I am. That shouldnt even be up. My idiot hired hand forgot that that particular specimen is currantly unavailable."
"Why?" I can't help but ask. My heart is pounding in my throat as I fight back the urge to break his neck.
He leans in closer to me. "If you must now, it escaped and we are trying to find it." I cringe as he calls Edgar 'it'. One of the handlers didnt lock the chain properly and he broke free of his cage and got away. I just hope he didn't take off his collar."
My heart stops. As I stand close to him all I can smell is cheap moonshine."why would he need to wear a collar?"
"It keeps him from changing, its got a special design that stops them. It's fit tight so if they change, they would strangle before they broke free of it. Plus for added measure, I had special silver spikes installed in his." He chuckles. "Not enough to do any serious damge, but enough to let him know, who his master is." Those words coming from his mouth made my stomach turn.
"So why are you here? Shouldn't you be out looking for him?"
"What the fuck do you think we are doing in this, hell hole of a town? We got a tip that a couple of drunk bastards got torn to fucking shreds in a tavern at the mountains edge. We had just passed through and decided to go back. When we got there a group of men who went out to hunt him, took me to the last spot where they saw him. It's just a few miles from here. When I asked them to desribe the boy, they all said the same thing. Tall, thin, dark hair and tan skin. Thats mine..." He looks away bitting his lip. The look of a sick lust in his yes. 'What did this sicko do to Edgar before he managed to escape him?' The thought makes me feel sick.
"I'm sure he's long gone by now. Why would he stick around?"
"No, he IS here." A sick, twisted look of desperation and an evil yellow smile were on his face now. "As much blood as he left behind, he's here. He's probably hold up with some poor bastard who's gonna nurse him back to health, just to have him turn and make a meal out of them."
I seem to be out of options to distract him from Edgar. "Maybe he is dead?"
"Nah, we would have found the body already and be on our marry little way. I actually have a team out searching now. You might have passed them, the went in the way you came out."
'Oh no,' I thought. 'If they find him they are going to take him away from me.' I run past Hans and to my horse. I ride into the woods as fast as I can. 'Maybe they wont go by the cottage?' I can't take that chance and decidee to take a short cut through a sun drench feild. "I'm gonna be hurting tomorrow." As I ride through I can feel the burn starting on my skin. I push through thinking of Edgar, and what would happen to him if he were back in the clutches of Hans?
