Chimera Chapter 3
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Chapter Three
If one were unsuspecting, he would have never noticed the puff of white come from the vent in the shower room. Neither Michael nor I were naïve to the machinations of those who I now thought of as our captors. As we were taking off our one piece of clothing in preparation for our showers, the ventilation system disbursed the gas throughout the shower room; it's doubtful that a normal human nose would have picked up the faint metallic odor. Michael locked eyes with me as if asking if I saw it, I mentally sent him a yes, hoping he could read me. They had set up a shower stool for me, Michael helped me onto it and set about unbuttoning my shorts and helping me out of them. He managed to get them down to about thigh level before my erection popped him in the chin. This time he just smiled and continued pulling the shorts off. As he stood up from his crouched position his erect phallus was at about a 45° angle and appeared to be wet inside the tip of the foreskin. He had already hung his shorts on a hook on the opposite wall, and took mine and hung them next to his.
The compound couldn't be a poison, we're still quite alive. Not a sedative either, we're both fully alert. The only difference I can detect is the overwhelmingly compelling base lust I have boiling in my loins; I feel like I have no choice but to mate. Michael's eyes are locked on the velvet wrapped steel bar rising from my lap; a line of saliva drooling from the corner of his mouth. He sprays me with some sort of liquid soap, or perhaps it's shampoo, and starts to thoroughly lather it into my fur. Stepping closer to lather my head and the back of my neck causes his own rampant erection to be only inches from my mouth. I have no control over my actions; I lean forward and take the throbbing member into my mouth. Michael gasps, then pulls my head toward him, farther down on him until I start to gag. He gyrates in and out of my waiting mouth, only for a short time, then he explodes gushes of hot semen down my throat. I don't mind; I hungrily swallow everything he gives me. He sways back and forth, suddenly weak from his massive climax, then sits on me chest to chest, taking my entire length into him in one thrust. Reeling from the effects of the gas, I immediately begin to fill his rectum. We grasp each other tightly as we convulse together on the shower stool for the next few minutes.
The ventilator cycles again, now clearing the faintly metal-scented gas from the room. My head is clearing, Michael seems to be almost back to normal as he slowly pulls off my tool and goes back to work washing me. He helps me under the water so I can rinse. Sebastian's injection seems to be working; I can stand on my own now, though I still feel a little weak. I hold Michael by the shoulders and turn him around so I can wash his back for him, and we finish rinsing the soap away.
"Where are the bath towels?" I ask.
"No towels" he says, "can you walk enough to follow me?"
"I think so" I say, taking tentative steps and holding his arm to steady myself.
Michael leads me to a booth at the back of the shower room; he takes my hand and we step inside. With the flip of a switch, we're suddenly in a miniature tornado of warm air. The entire process only lasts ten minutes or so. Michael leans toward me and softly says "We can talk in here too; the whine of the drying fans drowns out our voices." I nod and ask if he too smelled the gas? He nods yes and we step out. I grip Michael's shoulders as he holds my shorts so that I can step into them. He pulls them up my legs and zips and buttons the front the reaches around to fasten the snap at the back. I sit back in the wheelchair now as I feel my legs trembling from the effort. Michael pulls on his shorts and rolls me to the door. I hear the buzz and Michael opens the door and pushes me into the hallway. A man's voice from a nearby com port alerts me that my physical therapy will start in 45 minutes.
"We better get to the dining room or you'll miss breakfast" Michael said, rolling me down the long corridor toward where I met Sebastian yesterday. This time we cross the area containing the lift and we continue another ten metres or so to the dining area on our right. A table is set with our plates already. I have to admit I'm rather excited when I see that my plate has actual food; bacon and eggs and toast. I sniff the air and smell the familiar odor of Twinings breakfast tea, no doubt some of my private stock. My new body is so sensitive to odors and tastes, the bacon is absolutely divine; I take my time and appreciate every morsel. Michael has finished his plate already; he tells me he has to go to his `job', excuses himself and leaves me alone in the room. My solitude is short lived, the panel chimes and in comes Niko to usher me upstairs.
"After today you will not use chair" Gregor says, "you seemed quite capable to walk in the shower room." As I suspected, we were under near constant surveillance. He continued "Since it upset you so yesterday, I will tell you I am injecting you now with more muscle activator. No surprises."
"Thank you" I tell him. This time he injects half the contents of the syringe into each thigh, then helps me onto the leg exerciser. It is a different machine today, not motorized; this one is meant for me to pedal like a bicycle. My thighs are already beginning to look more muscular; I watch as the cords of tissue shift around while I pedal the contraption. Gregor comes back to the room after 30 minutes to set me up on my next machine. To my surprise, instead of being weak and worn out from the leg workout, I feel even stronger. It has to be those injections. I fairly easily walk with him to the machine. I don't really know what all this equipment is, I was never a gym person in my previous body. This machine works the chest, one spreads his arms to get the handles on either side, then pull against the resistance, toward the centre. I perform a couple of reps and Gregor sees that it's much too easy so he adjusts the tension.
After the morning session, I'm allowed to go to my lunch break. The wheelchair is taken away and Gregor hands me a cane. Honestly, I'm not sure I need it, but I pretend to lean on it more than I actually need. Niko escorts me to the dining room. Michael is there already. I feel a rush of dopamine when I see him. I don't believe this feeling is part of their manipulation; he genuinely makes me feel content. I take the seat next to him and pull my plate across the table from where it was set for me. He turns his head toward me and we share a quick kiss. Lunch fare has graduated today as well; roasted chicken with rice, brussels sprouts, carrots and a fat dinner roll. I smell Vasily, then hear his footsteps as he approaches.
"Hello Henry, I trust you are better today?" Vasily asks.
"Yes, I am, real food today" I say.
"Very good, it took Michael only 4 or 5 days to get up to speed, no?" he said, looking at Michael "by end of the week, you probably come back to work with me."
"They would actually want me back in my...uh...condition?"
"It was body damage, Henry, not mind; of course, you can come back. You will work from Level 30, same as him (pointing at Michael). Unfortunately, for now, due to your look, your access is suspended for levels higher than the physical therapy on 20."
"So, basically, I'm a prisoner here?" I asked. Vasily looked toward the camera, very uncomfortably.
"Where would you go if you left, Henry? Who, beyond this compound, would understand?" he said.
"Why are we locked in our room, Vas?" I asked, intentionally badgering my pseudo friend. A drop of sweat formed on his forehead, he swiped at it with the sleeve of his shirt.
"I will try to see you tomorrow if all goes well" he said and quickly left the area.
"You're playing a very dangerous game" said a voice in my head. I snapped my eyes to Michael, he quickly looked down at the floor in his submissive stance.
"Can you hear me as well?" I thought to him.
"Of course, I've been listening to your brain chatter since this morning in the shower. I think their `love potion' did more than they expected" he thought back to me.
I went back to eating as if nothing happened, and thought "We can't let on that we can communicate or we'll be separated."
"Way ahead of you" came the response.
"By the way, I don't need the `love potion' with you I psyched to him, to which I received a non-verbal response; a feeling of warmth and well-being.
Once again, the panel chimed and Niko came in to escort me back to the PT room.
"Only two hours more today" Gregor intoned as I limped into the room. "We will try to get you off that cane."
He took me to a leg-lift machine loaded with 80 kg; the same amount with which he started my upper body strength training. I did two sets of ten reps before he stopped me and added an additional 20 kg. I was able to do ten more reps before my legs grew wobbly again. Next came the weight bench, beginning with where we left off at 100 kg. I actually surprised myself when I lifted the bar as if it was barely an inconvenience. Gregor added 25 kg. and had me try it; I lifted it ten times. Shaking his head, he added another 25 kg bringing me to 150 kg. I was able to lift it 3 times, when I tried for a fourth, he had to guide the weights back to the holder. My arms felt like burning spaghetti. Last thing for the day was for me to attempt the treadmill. I sincerely had my doubts, but once he started the belt, I just kept lifting my feet, I managed about 15 minutes before I told him I was about to fall.
"Okay, my friend, you did well today" he said "I will see you in the morning, for the rest of the day you will have free time."
Once again, my shadow Niko took me down to L30 and released me to my captor Terrence. Terrence allowed me to go to the entertainment den and watch movies or play video games, locked inside for my safety, of course. I searched the digital video library and played `The Island of Doctor Moreau'. I had watched almost the entire film. It was near the end, Dr. Moreau's death scene, when the door buzzed and Michael walked in to join me. He very quickly recognized what I was watching and thought "why do you insist on this very dangerous pastime you've chosen?"
"I'm sure I have no idea what you mean, I'm only watching a film" was my snarky reply. I didn't turn around or acknowledge he was there.
"You'll only be allowed so much slack in your leash before they jerk you back in line; believe me, you will not enjoy your correction" he thought.
Transmitting a feeling of gratitude, I turned off the video player and relayed to him "I'll take it under advisement. I'm just so angry right now..."
"I understand" he thought, then said aloud, "Henry, it's almost time for dinner."
"Oh, hello Michael, I didn't hear you come in" I lied.
After dinner we were released back to our `studio apartment/jail cell'. When we walked in, changes had been made. No longer were there two single beds. Now there was one queen-sized bed in their place.
"How presumptuous of them" I projected.
"I don't mind it at all" Michael thought to me.
"Neither do I, actually" I shot back.
"I guess we're to share now" I said.
"Seems so, is that okay?" Michael asked aloud.
"We'll make do" I replied "maybe they'll give us a bigger space and a king size bed soon."
"Preferably in a room with no cameras" I added mentally.
Late in the night my olfactory senses were assaulted by the faintly metal scented gas, almost at once I realized my cock was hard as stone and being pressed between my body and the mattress. Michael was above me with emissions of pure lust flying into my brain as he mounted and violently fucked my poor ass. Much like this morning, the gas made the desire so overbearing there was no time to enjoy act before I felt his motions going much smoother due to the semen he released into my anal cavity. Michael rolled off of me and I rolled onto my back and proceeded to jerk my penis like my life depended on it; I came in a very short time. Rope after rope of semen soaked into the fur of my chest and abdomen, with a large pool at the base of my cock. Once again, like this morning, the ventilation system cycled again and pulled the gas out of the room. We both collapsed from pure satisfied exhaustion.
Lambodara 10/01/20
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