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Chapter Four
It must be early morning. The lights haven't flashed on yet. We're lying facing the doorway, my body pressed against Michael's. I stay very still, enjoying the warmth from our contact. My right arm is draped over Michael's chest; hand positioned toward his head. Michael's arm is over mine; our fingers entwined. Michael's tail is all that's between me and his rear entrance, where my swelled but not yet erect penis lies. I squeeze his hand gently and radiate a feeling of love to him which he reflects back to me. Very, very slowly he turns his head toward mine so as not to alert the cameras to our movement. We kiss in the darkness. Our choice. No chemical induced lust forced encounter; this is real. I move my arm to stroke his face and [Click] we're immediately blinded with the blaring lights. The chime from the panel lets us know that it's time to get up and hit the showers. As we separate, the fur pulls everywhere we are touching, from the semen drying overnight.
I feel completely renewed this morning. Upon standing, I don't feel any of the weakness of yesterday in my legs. Walking over to collect my shorts, I look in the full-length mirror; other than passing glances I haven't really looked at myself. My height seems to be about the same as my human body, around 183cm. I estimate my current weight to be around 86-87kg; mostly muscle. Michael walks up behind me to get dressed, and I run a quick comparison. He is slightly smaller than me, around 177cm tall and maybe 81kg; however, equal muscle mass. We are quite the pair. He turns around and I fasten the snap over his tail and the door buzzes as we approach. My resentment of being constantly watched is growing by leaps and bounds today. Michael puts his hand on my shoulder and sends `calm' to me; I take a deep breath and walk on.
No compelled mating in the shower today. I'm glad of that, as it is taking an inordinate amount of time to scrub all the dried cum from my fur. In the drying booth Michael tells me that I have to mask my feelings better, my emotions are showing on my face. I also need to force myself to be aware of what my ears and tail are doing; they're dead giveaways as to what I'm really thinking. We step out to get dressed and I project to him "I think I'm falling in love with you" he shoots back "Way ahead of you".
I needn't bore you with details of my day again. In summary: my progress continued to be phenomenally fast. By the time I was released for `free time' I'd managed to bench press 175kg a full five times. I was given, what Gregor said, would be the last series of injections; one in each arm and leg. Today I worked on my self-awareness and control. When the panel chimes went off, or the voices told me what to do, I focused on the tightening muscles in my jaw and the way my ears pulled back in reaction and I deliberately forced myself to relax and let it roll off me. I made my choice of films far less controversial today, I picked and old comedy "Airplane". Vasily came to visit me again and I carefully concealed any animus I had toward him, exuding only an air of calm and peace. I could actually see him relax, something I hadn't noticed before. When Michael joined us, I pushed down my feelings for him and just said "Hi". He actually looked a little hurt, so I quickly mentally followed up with "I've been practicing control". He sent "Very good". I had lost track of what Vasily was saying to me.
"I'm sorry, Vasily" I said "what did you say, my mind was drifting."
"No problem, I was just saying that I heard you are scheduled to see the psychologist tomorrow" he said.
"Oh really?" I said, "nobody told me." I had to hold back the signs of my anger; I shot a wave of calm across my mind.
"I'm sure it was just an oversight" he said.
"Yes, probably, thanks for letting me know" I said. "What the hell now?" I flashed to Michael.
Michael and I parted ways with Vasily and went to dinner; today we were served medium rare steak with a baked potato and salad. Whereas my human body would have been revulsed by the pink juices running out of the steak, my canid body went into salivary overdrive. I felt that this was by far the greatest thing I'd had since I woke up. We finished up with a small glass of Grand Marnier, courtesy of Vasily, then went to our room. A flashing light on the com panel caught my attention.
"That means there is a message" Michael said to me. He punched the button and a voice message from Sebastian began "Henry, sorry for the short notice, but Dr. Wilson, our psychologist has requested an appointment with you at 9am. Report to his office prior to your PT. Please dress human casual. Niko will escort you." Somebody buzzed the door and we went inside. Something was different. In the opposite corner of the room from our closet was now a second door. Upon investigation, we seemed to have acquired our own bathroom complete with its own little black dome camera next to the light fixture on the ceiling; our surveillance was complete.
We got ready for bed and when the turned the lights out I said to the hidden microphones in the room, "Please let us have the darkness, we're both quite horny tonight." Apparently, whoever was manning the surveillance heard me and when I started moving around to plant my face in Michael's crotch, the room remained dark. No doubt, the cameras are infrared capable. Michael's dick was about a centimetre shorter than mine and slightly thicker; it was a perfect size for burying deep in my throat. Michael gasped and pulled my hips toward him, pulled my foreskin back and started swirling his tongue round and round my head. As my throat muscles massaged his corona, I shot him the thought "I love you so much", he answered back "not as much as I love you." Left uninterrupted by the camera team, we took our time to explore each other. I pulled off my throat plug and drifted downward to inhale the musky scent around his scrotum. My canid sense of smell dwarfed that of my old human body, the scents that I used to find vaguely erotic, now filled me to the bursting point with desire. I bathed his balls like a cat lapping up cream, the made my way farther down. "You don't have to do that" he flicked at me. "I know I don't have to, but I want to" I threw back, along with a leak of the building feeling of lust I was trying to contain. I pulled his legs apart to get to my prize and sunk my tongue into it, French-kissing his rosebud. He shivered and sent me a flash of how close he was to orgasm already. I stopped and turned around, our muzzles meeting in passionate snogging. Once he cooled down just a little, he threw his left leg over me and reached back for my tightly erect member and aimed it into his ripe, ready hole. "I love to feel you inside me" he thought "I like it more than me in you." He began to ride me like a merry-go-round pony; his sphincter squeezing me on the upward strokes. He was resting both his forearms on my chest and holding my face in his hands staring straight into my soul through my eyes as his ass relentlessly sucked me until I couldn't hold back any more. "I'm going to..." my orgasm came and sent a blinding flash of bliss with my incomplete thought into Michael, he immediately started shooting his load all over my stomach and chest. I felt his orgasm flash into my brain as well, the double cum was almost too much. He collapsed onto me, soaking both our fur with his sticky semen. The feeling of love engulfed both of us like a protective shell. We didn't have to speak or even send thoughts to one another, the feeling said it all. We fell asleep in each other's arms.
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine
Where have you been?
It's alright we know where you've been
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time
Provided with toys and 'scouting for boys'
You brought a guitar to punish your ma
And you didn't like school, and you
Know you're nobody's fool
So welcome to the machine
I had connected the iPod into the computer terminal last night and set an alarm so I could get ready for my psychologist appointment. I didn't know it would be so loud. I had inherited my love of rock from my father; being only 33, one would think I was older. I was somewhat of an aficionado of 60s to 80s music. I jumped out of bed to shut it off but Michael was already well awake, so we took a shower together in our new bathroom. I wondered if they had been able to hear us talking in the drying booth after all. They made sure we had the regular towels in our new bathroom, no drying apparatus. They'll get tired of the laundry; it took us two towels each to get our fur down to a state of `damp'. When I went to the closet, I found they had installed a new outfit for me, I assumed this was what they referred to as `human casual'. I had a pair of khaki pants, a light blue polo shirt, matching belt and shoes as well as some boxer briefs and socks. `Casual human' was hot as hell over a half inch thick coat of fur; I hoped this meeting would be short lived. Michael dressed in his normal attire – shorts and a tank type tee shirt. We kissed at the door and Michael left for work while I fell in line behind Niko to go to my appointment.
Dr. Chris Wilson greeted me with his thick Aussie accent "G'day sir, come in". I put on my practiced submissive act; emulating Michael's mannerisms. When the doctor reached to shake my hand, I looked down at the floor. As he prattled on about the reason he requested my presence, I took in every detail around me. The good doctor's office was awash in all things Greek. The entire wall behind his desk was a bookshelf with fake Corinthian columns on each side. There were replicas of the black and gold amphora, painted with nude athletes. On those bookshelves, situated in a position of honor were the works of Socrates and Plato, along with a book by a modern writer titled `The Sacred Band of Thebes'.
Dr. Wilson – `call me Chris' – spent most of our interview purportedly assessing my readiness to resume my duties and my mental state regarding my `transition'. The underlying theme of his questioning, however, was to gauge whether I would be a threat to my coworkers. Many veiled questions about feelings of hostility, resentment, etc. I kept up my beta male act and avoided any eye contact and spoke softly and after a while he seemed to buy into the idea that I was harmless. Chris thanked me for coming (as if I'd had a choice), and called Niko up on the com to come escort me back to my quarters to change for my physical therapy.
I was thinking as we walked back to the apartment, I'd heard of the sacred band of Thebes before, but I couldn't place it. I made a mental not to research it later on. Rather than leaving and coming right back to retrieve me again, I asked Niko to come in while I changed. I quickly got out of all the `human casual' clothing, rehanging the shirt and pants, then pulled on the much more comfortable `wolf shorts' to which I'd become accustomed. I had been quite warm in the other outfit and I noticed my musk coming from the armpit area. I saw Niko's nostrils flare, and if I didn't know better, I'd swear he had a little swelling in the crotch of his pants. Nevertheless, he led and I followed to the lift up to L20, and began my PT for the day. I had worked my way up until I was now equal to Michael in strength training. My legs were in perfect condition. The workouts seemed to be, now, just for maintenance. After my usual two hours, I was released to `free time'. Niko once again led me away and into the entertainment room to wait for Michael at dinner time.
Michael came in later than usual, and stood behind me massaging my shoulders. "I had a heavy work load today, I had to stay a little late, sorry to keep you" he said out loud. In my mind his voice said "there are others, have you heard them?" "No, perhaps proximity is an issue." I stood and walked around the sofa to join him, so Niko could escort us to the dining room. "One of them thinks in German. The other one, Diego, calls him Lukas." "How do you know they are like us?" "Lukas is fretting every few minutes about being `ein Greuel', which, if I remember my high school German correctly, means `an abomination'. Diego just seems to be pleased that he has a larger `Polla'." So, they were creating more of our kind. Throughout dinner we at in silence, both verbal and mental. Back in the apartment I got on the terminal and searched for `band of Thebes'.
The Sacred Band of Thebes (Ancient Greek: Ἱερὸς Λόχος, Hieròs Lókhos) was a troop of select soldiers, consisting of 150 pairs of male lovers which formed the elite force of the Theban army in the 4th century BC, ending Spartan domination.
Was somebody creating an army? Creatures bonded by love, stronger than humans, with more highly developed senses? I showed the information
to Michael and flicked "What do you make of this?" He shrugged and went back to bed. I turned off the terminal and stumbled through the dark room into the bed, sleep was long in coming.
Lambodara 10/03/20
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