Long Form Roleplayers

Previous: Chapter 1

Characters:

You are not logged in. - Madison Jones

You are not logged in. - Tobias Kane

You are not logged in. - David Johnson

The Author:
Previously Volos and Copper Wolf were enjoying a hunt on the 1 year anniversary of Madison’s Jones’ turning. After feeding on a heinous man, the two wolves returned to Volos lair for the night. That same night, Lord Bogia was testing his new anti-Lycanthrope weapon. Unforeseen events caused it to affect a much larger area sporadically, one of them being just so happening to affect where Volos’ Lair is. In the morning Madison awakens with David Johnson, the human host of Volos. Unsure of what is going on, the two leave the lair not sure if the location is safe anymore.

Madison Jones:
I bring you into my home after entering the WelCum Bar. What’s left of my sandwich and drink I set on the table and gesture for you to relax. The place is nice, a television with video game consoles, a couch, and a dining table. The place of a man has enough money to be comfortable, but not really enough to own a real home. It has a nice view though, the Golden Gate Bridge in the distance. I drop to crouching and whistle, a small black Shiba Inu dog coming out of my bedroom to greet us. “This is Umbra. Umbra, this is David.” I give a warm smile as I lift the Pup up and introduce you, his head instinctively looking over to the take out food like a bad boy.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Umbra

“Don’t worry, there isn’t anything unusual about this one other than his desire to cause trouble when I’m not around. Would you like a drink David? I’m guessing the only thing in that lair he offered you was BloodRose.”

David Johnson:
I look around the place, now alert to anything anomalous but I don’t see anything alarming. My apprehension must have been evident, though, as he introduces his puppy as not being “unusual.”

“How cute!” I hold my hand out for Umbra to sniff by way of introduction and, when he licks my hand, I pet him. When you offer a drink, I wrinkle my nose at the mention of Bloodrose. “That swill! The bottle and age would indicate something rare, but there seemed to be a never-ending supply. A gin and tonic would be lovely, thank you.”

I take the food over to the dining area, as much to keep it away from Umbra, as trying to be helpful. Madison has quarters off the bar, I surmise he is the owner. I do not know which details may prove useful to me, so I attempt to notice everything.

Madison Jones:
I’m quick to start making the drinks using the bottles I keep above the fridge. “Yeah, he seems pretty obsessed with that stuff if you ask me, it’s hard to come by, but I’ve been cheating and refilling the same bottle for months when he asks for it. Anyhow we should probably figure out what is going on first, the bar should be safe, it’s protected well enough.” I finish making our drinks and slide one over to you, take a drink of mine to reassure you there isn’t anything funny with it. Checking on Umbra’s food and water, I begin to think things over a bit more, specifically about David’s relationship with Volos.

I’ve been told a couple things by the Wolf himself, and I know that Volos took control of David’s body when he abandoned Tobias. What I don’t know is if David was just some random person, or a person of interest that Volos was specifically targeting. If David turns out to be some Red Star Garbage, I have no problem letting him rot as a meat suit for the Wolf. I’ve always had a fear that David was just a victim in this… and if he is, then I’m basically a garbage person for ignoring him for a year. “David, if I may ask…” I take a drink, “I know very little about you. Why did Volos take you as a host? How did this… arrangement come to be?” Arrangement, an overly polite way of saying, getting body jacked forced into a timeshare over your own body.

David Johnson:
My mind races, trying to determine what Madison knows, not only for what he doesn’t know but what he knows that I do not. I’m not sure yet how much to trust him, but he is still my best ticket to freedom.

“I assume you know of what happened at Gregory Payne’s installation in Estonia. I was part of Agent James Mason’s force invading the base. I was never totally clear on the mission,” I tell a half truth; Mason was grooming me and had given me significant intell.

“The battle raged, not only against Payne’s human forces but against unspeakable creatures summoned, by who knows what …. Magic, I suppose it's the only word I have.” I take a sip at my drink, then another. “I was wounded in the battle, and retreating to take a position as sniper. Suddenly, the Wolf entered the fray with a howl. He dispatched many of the monsters and Payne’s soldiers as cleared a path for himself, clearly heading to the exit and not to stay and fight.

“I saw a glint of metal in the flashes of gunfire and fireballs, which I would see later in the monster’s lair.” I look up at you. “The amulet you took from the monster’s bed. I am unclear if I was meant to be a shield, a hostage, or a meal when he scooped me up as if I weighed nothing. And he took me to my prison.” I take a healthy gulp of the drink, thinking I may have shared too much, as I look for Madison’s reaction.

Madison Jones:
I listen to your story while refilling Umbra’s bowl, it’s amazing how much this pup eats. Anyhow, it adds up with what I’ve been told, though everything I’ve heard is second hand information of course. Most of what I know about Gregory Payne was told to me by Dr. Scott Damm, and even then he was tight lipped until we revisited his memory a few months ago using some magic. In any case, what I’m fishing for is presented here, David was injured before he was taken by Volos. If he was injured and then healed… that is he was going to die and the wolf healed him in order to become a replacement vessel for Tobias, then that would mean that David is living entirely on borrowed time. It’s not the excuse for me doing nothing for a year, but it would make me feel better about the situation. Taking a drink, I probe deeper.

“Alright, you were injured you said and went back to a sniper position. How bad were the injuries? Were your wounds life threatening?” I take another drink realizing this is pretty one sided, “If you have any questions for me, I’m happy to answer them as well.”

David Johnson:
I take another sip of my drink. “A dying warrior is of no use as either a hostage or shield, and clearly the monster did not take me as his meal.” I sip again, wary I’m giving away too much. What is the import of this line of questioning? How injured was I?

“I was bound and …” I am not ready to share that the monster healed me. Or that afterwards, he had his way with me. My memories of both are disturbing to recall. “... and was in the lair for two or three days. The monster left to bring me food, I was not meant to starve in captivity. It … he … was making preparations at what I can only call an altar.”

“And it was centered on that thing you took from his lair. A ceremony began, the beast’s claws glowing with a strange black luminescence, as it … he … traced patterns in the air over that thing. He muttered in what must be his native tongue. Then he stopped. His head cocked as if listening to something. There were a few minutes pause before he turned to me. I saw him loom as he approached me and I may have released my bladder.

“The next thing I knew I was in the place where we woke up together.” Now I will test Madison’s veracity. I point to where he has stashed the amulet. “You said to ask you any questions. What is that thing?”

Madison Jones:
Listening, taking mental notes, finger rubbing the tip of my beard as I go over the details. “I see, so he kept you like that for days, injured but…” I know Volos’ appities, both for food and for sex. I wouldn’t be surprised if Volos victimized him… but that isn’t what I’m looking for here. Asking about the medallion, I speak up, not completely sure what I should reveal. I pull it from my pocket and hold it, letting you see it.

“This is the famous Bedlam Medallion. It is a magical artifact that holds a powerful creature at bay, trapped like a genie in a bottle… but not nearly as nice or benevolent as Robin William’s depiction would appear. Also… Red instead of blue, and generally likes to rape things to death.” I then slide it away, not yet sure where to safely store it here, I’ll probably have to create something… but I don’t want to deal with that just yet, plus it might spook you.

“Alright, answer me David. How do you feel about taking actions for the greater good? You see, I took on this burden of being his soldier in order to make up for my own past sins. Do you feel that what has happened to you could be justified for the greater good?” I ask this simply because I want to see if he feels that self-sacrifice, altruism is something he believes in.

David Johnson:
I grip the glass hard, release it before I shatter it. I look up at you, “I joined MI6 for the ‘greater good.’ I have seen - and done - things that most people would not consider ‘good.’” I stand and take another drink, slamming the glass back down on the table. Some of the drink sloshes onto your table.

“What I saw in Estonia were two battling factions, three if you include us, in a brutal struggle for control. I’m not sure what control or what their end goals are, but I suspect neither has the ‘greater good’ for most people in mind!” I drain my drink, set it down softly, and move to the window to take in the view.

Madison Jones:
I tense up when you get aggravated, however it isn’t exactly unexpected. We are talking about some deep things here, and I am calling into question the sacrifice that was made of you without any consideration for your feelings. Looking out the window at the famous bridge I speak up trying to win some favor.

“David, I don’t agree with what happened to you. These creatures, they victimize humans, take what they want.” Moving over to my bookshelf, a series of D&D books and more importantly, the journals of William Banks on them, I take the one that details the start of The Wolven Way. “People are attacked and killed without even knowing these creatures exist, it’s a struggle, and there are whole groups of people who actively hunt them to keep them in check. I’ve recently found out my family was one such group. My point being, I don’t agree that you were made into a host for one of these creatures. At least when I accepted Copper, I made the choice… even if I may have been seduced into it.”

As I lay my feelings bare, I secretly hope that Volos isn’t hearing some of this. He likely doesn’t know that over this last year, I’ve come to see his offer to me as a seduction and not salvation. “I’m sure you have more questions David, go ahead.”

David Johnson:
I hear your words. I try to calm myself, after two years, my agent training is out of practice. I turn back to you from the view. I say softly, “So are you asking me to choose to help one faction to help? So they can rule, devour, and…. fuck us? Rather than the other faction which would rule, devour, and … fuck us over?”

“I understand humankind does this to themselves, but are you asking me to side with one faction of these creatures?”

“You accepted Copper? Who or what is Copper?”

Madison Jones:
I sigh as I share similar feelings, there are many shades of grey at play here and not everything is so clear cut. “I think we both need a refill.” I touch your glass with a hand shining with amber light and it refills, then I refill my own.

“I’ll start with Copper to get that out of the way. I told you I’m Volos’ soldier, I accepted Copper Wolf into myself about a year ago. I had… have a heart condition, and adding Copper into my body gave it the means of recovering. You see… I’m basically addicted to wrestling and without it, I don’t think I could have lived. That’s why I say I was seduced, I didn’t think about the complications that would come from having a mon… a companion inside of me. I don’t think things went the way Volos planned with me, but I gave him my word I would fight against the Red Star and Lord Borgia. Volos may not be good, but this cult is easily way more destructive to humanity.” I take a long drink.

“Now as for Volos. He doesn’t want to be here, he is stuck on earth… in this realm. So is Bedlam. I want to help return them to their native realm. I’m fighting so that humans can be free of these creatures, and Volos is one that has manipulated humanity for around three and a half thousand years. His impact on humanity has been… incalculable.” I take another drink.

David Johnson:
I take in your tsunami of information, trying to parse out the words, the plots. I gather that “Volos” is the monster whose prisoner I was. You used easy words to describe it but I gather the monster has made you into something else. I try to piece all the details together. I was this Volos’, what was your word, “host?” How inviting. As if I received an engraved invitation to be his “guest.”

How do I move forward from here? Where is Volos? Do I care? I have been isolated from the events of the world. Yet I gather that Madison cares very much about bringing back my jailor. I need time to sort it out after all that has occurred today. I finish our meal and turn back towards Madison. “I know that it is mid-afternoon but the events of today have enervated me and given me much to think about. Is there a place I can take a nap” I flash you my smile and my inflection suggests I meant where “we” instead of “I” could take a nap. I may bond Madison Jones more closely to help me. Even if not, he looks quite …. Enjoyable.

Madison Jones:
I place the journal back on the shelf while listening. “I suppose for the time being, the safest spot for us to be is here. You can use my sofa if you so desire, though if you felt up to it, I wouldn’t mind offering you my bed. It’s large and well, a bit more comfortable than where we woke up this morning.” I go ahead and pull off my hoodie at this point, the summer heat getting to me.

“It wasn’t too long ago that we woke up, the walk from the park to downtown was pretty far... I don’t know what is going on, but I’m feeling tired too from all this. If you want to take a nap, I’d be happy to join you. Like I said before, I think you are safer with me than on your own…” I hesitate because I think we both know I can’t let you go off on your own, there is too much at stake, and Volos is needed to deal with the Red Star. “Stick with me David and I’ll make you this promise. I will strive for your freedom, you seem to be a victim here, and that really doesn’t sit well with me. If you agree to that, then… Would you like to join me in my room?” I gesture to my door also flashing a smile.

David Johnson:
Madison takes my hint as he makes me a promise to make efforts on my behalf. He seems to know much of what has been going on the last two years - or he is certifiably delusional - and if his wolf self actually exists, it seems to have influence with the monster who shared my body. I pull off my shirt, realizing I’ve put on the same clothes for two years when I woke up in my prison. I have had little to do in my captivity but keep my body fit and well-trained when, if, the opportunity to escape arose. As I drop my trousers and kick off my shoes, I stand naked before you once again. At least this time we know each other’s names. Still smiling, I reach my hand out to you.

Madison Jones:
I look at you standing there naked, no longer the dim cold light of some forsaken cave with, albeit a really cool set of mystic runes on the wall. I kick off my boots while I unbuckle my cargo pants, dropping them wearing nothing underneath. Picking up the pants first, I then step up to you chest to chest. A sniff as I curiously test for my missing heightened sense of smell, and yet I can tell you probably haven’t bathed in a while. “Would you like to join me for a shower David? I’m sure you haven’t had a modern cleaning in two years?” I step away, opening my door and into my bedroom with a gesture for you to follow, Umbra hopping on the couch watching, very well aware of what’s about to happen.

David Johnson:
This time naked with Madison has a distinctively different feel than when we woke up strangers in the cave. You move up to me, pressing your defined chest against mine. I’m no longer concentrating on how you would be of use to me, well, not entirely. I want you, desire you. I have not had sex in more than two years, longer than that with someone as attractive. “Lead the way, Madison.” My cock has already revealed my attraction to you. And a shower with you sounds like … a gift.

Madison Jones:
Stepping into my room, there are a few things of note. The bed is sturdy, with four sturdy steel posts. On the wall are some posters, one of which is of a man named Monague Jones, the other of famous wrestlers from the 90s and early 2000s.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Posters

You get only a moment to glance at them as I gesture you to the side where the bathroom is, me tossing my cargo pants on the bed. I feel like I’m leading you on, but there is a ploy in my actions You see I can still use my magic, which means that the Copper Powersource inside of me must still remain. Copper isn’t gone, but maybe sleeping? I don’t feel him at all… I bet it’s the same with Volos in David. Let’s face it, Volos is a very horny wolf, and Copper has a pretty fierce appetite as well. Perhaps the act of having sex with David will wake them up? Regardless I lead you into the shower, turn on the hot water, and grab the bottle of Old Spice Wolfthorn Body Wash on the floor. Big smile on my face, I squirt some of the liquid into my hands, and eagerly start to lather you up.

David Johnson:
There’s something you’re thinking as we enter the hot spray of the shower. I can’t discern what, not yet. For now, I will enjoy this and what is bound to follow. The sting of the water on my flesh makes me sigh with pleasure at something I took for granted before and now seems so special. I turn slowly in the water until you begin to lather me up with a soothing soap. My taut body covered in its lather and when you’ve covered me, I take the bottle and my hands roam your body, exploring every part, your muscles, your skin. When we are both soapy, I pull you close in a face-to-face, body-to-body kiss.

Madison Jones:
We exchange kisses. It is perhaps a little weird if only because in some strange way I can taste Volos on your breath. I don’t say anything, my hands merely feel your toned body, the workouts you’ve done in the lair more than keeping your military or… whatever you are toned and solid. I’d almost think you were a wrestler if I didn’t know any better. I press you up against the wall, my crotch grinding into yours, deep kiss with no tongue held back. Right hand feels your left pec, my hand quietly feels your heartbeat.

After a moment I lean my head back under the spray of the showerhead, Eyes lock with yours, grey blue with a deep stare. “I hope that this isn’t some dumb game we are playing. I really want to fuck you.”

David Johnson:
I grip your firm buttcheeks in my hands as our lips presse together, our tongues entwine, and you feel my pec. My low gasp tells you that I love having my chest played with. I pivot us around to rinse off the suds. “A dumb game?” I reply. “I want to fuck you too, Madison Jones.” I sense the configuration of your muscles; a wrestler. “May I suggest we trade places today and grapple for top next time?”

I begin to position myself to take us to the next step. My tongue licks the vein bulging in your throat, I salivate harder, surprised at the feeling this arouses in me. II slide down, my hands stroking your body, my tongue pausing to flick on your nipples, then traveling your treasure trail, until my face is in your crotch. I nuzzle into your pubes then look up with a seductive smile. One hand fondles your balls, the other reaches up to your nipple.

Madison Jones:
It is not difficult to seduce me, I’m a 28 years man who is used to having sex basically everyday, wolf hormones flooding my system causing me to produce copious amounts of cum. Your touching, licking, fondling of my body makes my cock rock hard, my hand coming down to pull back my foreskin. That hand then comes to stroke the side of your head… There is hesitation.

“David…” I lean back against the tiled wall, the shower head sprinkling down between us. WIth a more serious tone I ask a simple question. “Is this right?” My back slides down the walls until I’m on the same height as you, “If you are a prisoner… truly a prison, then isn’t this coercion? I want to have sex you, but I can’t be the guard who forces the prisoners to have sex.” I take a deep breath. “Please tell me that you want this because of me, and not to try and exploit me… or that you don’t feel pressured.” Hand strokes the side of your head, my good nature quite possibly about to ruin me having a good time… again.

David Johnson:
I feel that we are connecting, that we are creating a bond, even if we each have our motives. I take in your words. I gently kiss you. “I was not coerced, Madison. I am not coerced. I would call it ‘gratitude’ for delivering from that prison, for giving me shelter, and…..” I kiss you again and stroke your body. “... and your friendship” I chuckle and add, “Not to mention, you’re one bloody hot man.” I kiss you again and suggest, “Let us dry each other off and head to your bed.”

I do not address the exploitation question. I still do not clearly know if I am using you or you are using me. Perhaps both things can be true. But I am prepared to hold that judgment until after we’ve spent the rest of this day and the night together.

Madison Jones:
I nod at your suggestion of drying off, reach over and grab two towels, both Disney themes from old 90s movies, Tarzan and The Lion King if you are curious. I give one to you and we dry, then finally head to my bed, me tossing my cargo pants to the chair on my side of the bed. I lay on the covers and smile, pat the spot next me invitingly.

You are not logged in. - Sexy Mady

“Come David. You’ve been controlled for too long…” I trail off, my eyes betraying that I desire you to have control right now. It’s odd I realize after I make the statement, if only because this last year… especially since the new year, I’ve been a lot more dominant. Is this… a side effect to Copper being gone? I think back to how I used to wrestle a year ago, how it was basically a glorified dance of me losing to get fucked. I shake my head to lose the thoughts, focusing on you again, I lay flat on the covers with my arms spread. “Don’t hold back.”

David Johnson:
You lay back, exposing that beautiful body to me. I climb in over you, rubbing my body against yours. Part of me wants to take you hard and fast, but I will hold back. Along with intelligence and combat, seduction was also part of my training. My fingers and tongue explore your body, sometimes more gentle, sometimes more aggressive, to judge your reactions. It’s calculated, yes, but I am enjoying you and your body as much as I want you to desire me.

My mouth returns to your crotch, my stubbled chin rubs your shaft and I dive down to take your balls succulently in my mouth. I linger there before releasing them, look up with mischievous eyes to take the head of your cock in my mouth. The tip of my tongue probes your piss slit before I dive down to take your dick balls deep down my throat.

Madison Jones:
With you enjoying my body, I start to squirms, more so when you start to press your tongue to my sensitive cockhead. “Oh fuck…” Hand comes down to your head to stroke your hair, a light thrusting of my hips as you pleasure me. There is something in the back of my mind telling me this is dangerous, this is stupid, this could get me killed… I only care about getting laid at the moment. “Oh fuck David… that’s so good…” I sound so fucking submissive, whatever spine I developed this last year is missing along with Copper. I close my eyes, think real hard… call out… ‘Where are you? Answer Me!!’ … and yet there is no response, I only feel you David, stimulating my cock with your wonderful mouth.

Squirming a bit more, I push up my back on my elbows, my head pressed against the bed board. “Oh fuck David… You really… are an expert…” Part of me knows I could be being played right now, but most of me doesn’t care. I just hope to… I’ll say it… I hope to god you are not my enemy, it would be so easy to take me out right now, and without my guardian wolf to back me… this world of monsters could eat me alive.

David Johnson:
My training won’t let me completely forget I’m manipulating the situation to my advantage, but I’m here with the mysterious man to whom I owe my freedom, even if it proves temporary and I am enjoying him. I feel your body aroused as I aimed it to be. I grip behind your knees and hoist your legs, exposing that perfect butt to me. I release your cock from my mouth and draw my tongue down your scrotum, down your taint, to your puckered hole. I dive in, licking, my tongue probing. I rest your legs on my shoulders and reach up to play with your chest with one hand and stroke your cock with the other.

Madison Jones:
Positioning me, licking me, pleasuring me… rimming me… each one gets moans of pleasure out of me as I’m pulled into the moment completely. What thoughts I should be having of concern and caution vanish as my body floods with the joys of sex, your hand on my cock adding as the final distraction to keep be contained. Deep moans as you stroke me and clean out, the scent of Wolfthron on my body from the bodywash in the shower. I realize it’s been a long time since I've been this submissive… at least not without getting the shit beat out of me first… it has to be because of… Oh fuck… another moan. “David… Fuck me.” It’s almost a whimper, a spurt of precum jutting out of my cockhead as you stroke.

Eyes making contact with yours, the look of a man who needs to cum. A hand wraps around yours on my cock and helps you stroke me as I am so very close to cumming now. Good god, what is going on with me right now?

David Johnson:
I began this encounter with a plan, with a purpose, but I begin to lose myself in this union. Madison is so responsive, so receptive, I clear my mind of plans and plots and concentrate on his pleasure. I hoist you up, my leaking dickhead tagging your moist and clearly hungry hole. I ease in, pushing you down on the bed as I enter. I watch your face to tell if it’s too hard or too fast, but it seems neither. I push deep into your canal until I’m balls-deep inside you. I lean forward to lick your lips and murmur, “Are you ready, Madison Jones?”

Madison Jones:
Deep breath as you press in fully. I’m used to getting fucked, so this doesn’t phase me, a light nod of my head when you ask the question. “Oh fuck… you’re so good at this.” Hand reaches up and touches your firm bicep, you muscled body every bit the toned physique I desire in a wrestler. I spread my legs a little more so give you more space while we are united as one, then I try to move your spare hand up my chest to my left pec… so you can feel my heart while you fuck me.

David Johnson:
I squeeze your pec where you planted my hand, my thumb working your nipple. I pull back from inside you until the mushroom head of my dick works the rim of your rectum, then push back in, aiming at your joyspot to hit it on the way back inside you. I fill your canal, then pull back, my shaft massaging the same erogenous spot. I thrust in harder, working you going in and withdrawing. My own shaft throbs inside you as my balls churn out a load of cum longing for their release.

Madison Jones:
The stimulation is enough to push me over the end as you start to pull out and thrust back in. It’s odd, normally I don’t like that, but today… at this moment… It's everything I want. It’s like… some part of my personality has been splintered and pulled from me. I have now idea if David is feeling similar things, or if this is some special aspect of how Copper and I fused. What is clear though, is I’m in fucking heaven as you fuck me David, moans of joy filling the room as a thick load erupts from my cock onto my clean abas and chest. “Oh fuck… Oh… Fuck… David…” Hand coming up overyours on my chest, me breathing hard, I just had one of the best fuckings of my life…

Starting to come down from it a moment later, I look you in the eyes again trying to discern friend from foe. You must like some… to do this for me… right? I hold out my right arm, a gesture for you to join me on my bed. “Come on buddy… Let’s get that nap.”

David Johnson:
Your cock explodes onto your and my chest and belly, soaking us both with the viscous seed. As your hole tightens with your climax, I gasp, throw my head back in a cry as my dick throbs and erupts inside you, flooding you. I thrust, though more gently, until I know I’ve fucked every drop out of you. And that I’ve drained my own balls. I lay down on you panting, and you reach out. I roll off to your side, then turn you so your back is against my chest and your leaking butt against my cum-soaked crotch. I wrap my arms around you and whisper, “Yes, it will be a good nap.”

It’s against my better nature but I really like this man.

Madison Jones:
Us laying there together, the afterglow hitting along with the decent exercise from the morning, it does seem strange that I’m this tired right now. Maybe over the course of the last year I’ve just gotten used to Copper inside of me, maybe him being there has given me passive strength I’ve been taking for granted. It does beg the question that, if he has been helping me like that, is my recent run of success in wrestling something I can truly claim credit for? Sure, I suppress the power before my matches, imbuing a fair bit of it into my gun, and maybe that’s a really dumb thing to do given the Red Star is out there. Still the passive aggression I’ve taken on due to my… wolven companion, could explain a lot. Suppression… is that what is going on now?

I lay there with you David, sharing this moment, not the first time sharing your body as you have been controlled for the entire time I’ve known Volos. This moment is special though, because this was you, Truly You who had sex with me. I wonder if Volos is able to see through your eyes right now, I wonder if he would be pleased or upset with my course of actions… I shift my head to look over to my cargo pants on the chair, the medallion in the pocket, and I wonder if Volos will be angry for taking his treasure from his lair. Lost in thought, eyes growing heavy, they close once… twice…. the third time I’m out.

Tobias Kane:
I tossed and turned the rest of the night after being awakened by the sudden stillness raging in my head. I sense nothing different as the dawn breaks and I decide to get up. Perhaps a good workout will lift my spirits. I am in no mood to be social at Fitness SF so I go to my combined home gym and playroom to hit the weights.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Tobias Lifting

A couple of hours of really pushing myself, trying not to think of what might have happened, I head to the shower dripping with sweat. I rinse off and lather up, hoping the warm jets of water will wash away this feeling of dread.

You are not logged in. You are not logged in. - Tobias Showering

My mood has not improved, I get dressed and I go for a walk. Usually I leave my building and look over with satisfaction at the huge leather pride flag flying over Eagle Plaza but not today. My eyes on the pavement, I walk up to The Willows for brunch.

It occurs to me that Maddy may have some insight as to what has happened and I reach for my phone. I stop in my tracks. If something happened with Volos, did it happen to Copper as well? Is Madison in trouble? I am about to text him when I’m hit with a wave of paranoia. If the Red Star was behind this, it’s not inconceivable that they have him and me under surveillance and I turn off my phone. Perhaps entering one of the portals to the WelCum Bar will throw off anyone tracking my movements.

Tobias Kane:
I touch the door to the bar and it opens for me with the spell Maddy placed on me. Then to his quarters and I let myself in. Umbra greets me enthusiastically and I pet him for a minute. I see two glasses on the table, remnants of take-out, and the bedroom door half shut. Wondering if Maddy is alone and if he is alright, I peek in quietly, using my own Wolven stealth. I see that he has company in his bed and I carefully withdraw.

Just then, Umbra begins barking enthusiastically for attention.

Madison Jones:
Umbra’s barks instinctively start to wake me, some shifting on the bed in David’s embrace. A light moan from me as I’m too, still looking in the direction of my cargo pants. I can… feel his breath on my shoulder. It’s comforting, somewhat rare for me to be in such a vulnerable state these days outside of a very select few. I take a deep breath and already I’m missing the wolven sense of smell… everything smells like… it’s missing flavor if that makes sense. With a slight shifting of light due to Tobias’ looking in the door, I notice somebody is here. Looking his way a little worried, the quick shifting movements maybe starting to wake David. “Oh… Hey Tobias.”

Tobias Kane:
“Maddy, I’m so sorry. Something may be wrong with our … mutual friend. I needed to see if you were okay.” I wince, thinking that wasn’t an obvious evasion. No, not at all. “I am sorry to have interrupted. I’ll go, call me later.” I begin to back away as the man in bed with you stirs and looks up. I hear a clipped British accent.

David Johnson:
I stir from my nap as a friend of Madison’s enters. I take note that he has access to Madison’s home. I look up and see yet another handsome man, this one more muscular and bulky than Madison. “Tobias, it seems a day to meet people under unusual circumstances. Coincidentally, both times with my clothes off.” I smile up at the man but I’ve taken also taken note that he withheld more than he said to Madison. “I am David, pleased to meet you.”

Tobias Kane:
The man looks up to greet me, friendly enough and quite handsome. I take a closer look and I tense up. For three days between the battle in Estonia and my release from the Wolf, this man was the hostage taken from Payne’s base. I saw him through Volos’ eyes and then he was gone, and Volos saw each other for the first and last time.

My mind reels. I don’t feel the Wolf’s presence and his last host known to me is here with the human form of the wolf Volos turned. What does it mean? How can I get Madison alone to try to unravel all my questions?

Madison Jones:
I should be grateful, there are any number of strange people who might have walked in on us. From a talking Lion, to the Ghost from the Shining, or even my boyfriend Kame… Of the options, Tobias is not only preferred, but surprisingly related to the situation. “It’s fine Tobias, we can talk about stuff here. David is… connected.” Not sure how much Tobi knows about Volos and the… replacement.

“Did you feel anything last night? I’ve been affected by something. Can’t use any of my wolf stuff, but I can still do magic. When we woke we were…” Shit, I might have let the wolf out of the bag… I freeze up almost like a kid who is in trouble, look to see how Tobias or David responds.

David Johnson:
Whoever this Tobias is, he knows enough about what’s been going on to not be surprised by anything Madison is saying. Madison’s words tumble out and from the look on Tobias’ face, he clearly thinks Madison has revealed too much. He looks at me again and I wonder how much he knows about me. I’ve never seen his face before.

Tobias Kane:
Oh fuck, Madison, you always say too much when you’re nervous. How do I tell him the information he both wants and needs without revealing too much about my role in putting David where he’s found himself. It never occurred to me to think of what happened to him when I fled Estonia. It never occurred to me he was still Volos’ host - and most likely his prisoner.

“Madison, I woke up last night with an eerie stillness in my mind, a connection having been severed. I came here to see what you knew of it. David….” I pause, not sure how I can reveal some of the truth but not all. “If I read your circumstances correctly, I was once in the same position you have - or had - been. I too was … connected.”

Madison Jones:
“Well this is going to be really awkward.” I sigh and start to rise up, David and I not having bothered with covers at all. I grab my cargo pants and slip them on so at least my dick is hanging out anymore, then grab a pair of shorts and toss them to David. “Better than those two years old clothes you’ve been wearing. More stylish too.” I then stretch my back and start moving to the door, “Come you two, let me get you something to drink.”

Tobias Kane:
Two year old clothes. Then David has been Volos’ prisoner all this time. This will be even worse than I thought. The two pull on some clothes but I can tell neither had cleaned up after sex. More and more complicated. “Yes, I could use a cocktail. I hope you have some Redemption Rye up here. I think salvation will be required today.”

David Johnson:
This Tobias does know about me! And he is … what exactly is he telling me? That the monster had taken him too? But he sensed what had happened in the lair. So many moving parts. “Yes, please, Maddy, I really need a drink.” I head back to the kitchen.

Madison Jones:
With David and I now at least a little clothed, basically my usual state, we head back to the main room. Give Umbra some love as I refill his food and start to make some drinks. “Yeah Tobias, I can make the whisky appear here. Since it is in the bar’s inventory log, I can just trick it to generate more using its mana reserve. This place really is fascinating, but a story for a different day.” I make a full round of Rye Redemption Manhattans for us, while making them I continue to talk.

“I’ll tell you what happened. Volos and I were hunting last night, played around and went to bed… to nest? Not really sure what the right phrase is. When we woke, I was naked with David here. The Lair’s security was flickering, and can’t change… and I thought it might be under attack. So I grabbed the Medallion and brought him here.” Slide out the drinks. Not yet ready to volunteer that I had sex with David hoping it would wake up Copper and Volos… well part of the reason. He is hot of course.

Tobias Kane:
I take the drink and sip, still taking David’s measure, as Madison brings me up to speed. Thinking the Lair is under attack, and you…. I nearly spit my drink back into the glass. “You brought the Medallion here?!?!? The one thing everyone is after? What were you thinking?!?!”

David Johnson:
I am still trying to follow the ins and outs of what was going on. I have seen too much to not believe all this possible but I am not convinced everything is as these two see it. “Wait! What is this Medallion and why is it so special? I saw it that night in Estonia as the monster began some, some, arcane ceremony. It was right before he stopped and … and …. took me. Then I saw it this morning when I awakened with Madison.”

I turn my gaze to Tobias. “You seem to know quite a bit about this too.”

Madison Jones:
I take a long drink while listening and considering things, growing a little agitated at the criticism of my actions. “Of course I brought it here, Tobias. The lair was unprotected, people could just walk in. Plato has been there, Scott Damm knows the location, Mike could just ‘Find’ it there.” I use literal finger quotes on that one, “And who knows how many people the wolf has dragged to that nest to fuck? Then there are Red Star agents. The Medallion is much safer here with me.” I reach down and pet Umbra who is looking for more love. “Besides I don’t think we have to worry about anything like Umbra putting it on, he hates collars.” I briefly entertain the idea of BELDAM UMBRA and crack a smile.

Tobias Kane:
I calm down, accepting your logic but unamused as you joke about Umbra slipping the chain around his neck. David’s not-quite-asked question hangs in the air.

“I know a lot, David. As I suggested before, I was Volos’ host before you. I will tell you more, but I need to know one thing. When you and he - share bodies - are you aware of the joining? What is that like for you?”

David Johnson:
Tobias has revealed quite a bit with one sentence. He knows when I was taken and it appears he knows the circumstances. I expect answers but I know I must myself yield some. I sense Tobias’ question has great import for him and his understanding. “I … black out …. I’m doing what little I can do in captivity then nothing. When I awake, I am in a different part of the lair.”

Madison Jones:
“Right, that makes sense David. Inspector Laurent was like that in Bank’s journals, he was a host for Volos too. In fact that seems to be a running trend with all these supernatural creatures, the need for a human host. We see it with Volos the Wolf Lord, a similar thing with me and Copper, though I think I turned out different than Volos may have intended. It’s probably the Orion Instinct… or maybe because I have that, I am another experiment. Regardless, creatures like Bedlam need hosts too, and when those creatures take over, they FORCE the subject into unconsciousness… or worse hold them there helpless and forced to watch. Even those werewolves Volos created are kind of like a supernatural infection that overrides a person’s psyche.” I take another long drink. “I’ve encountered a few others who have had to deal with possession around here, it’s unfortunately far too common a topic.”

Tobias Kane:
I take another sip of the drink. “This will be difficult. I have not spoken of this until recently. Madison mentioned Fernand Laurent, who was a host to the Wolf. Fernand was my great-great-uncle. His father, my great-great-great-grandfather was as well. Evidently there are bloodlines more compatible with possession.” I take another sip, realizing Maddy may not know this either.

“When I was first possessed, for lack of a better word, it was the same for me. Then I began to hear the Wolf in my head, I began to see through his eyes, feel through his paws, taste through … well, taste through his taste. We learned to communicate.

“David, I was inside of Volos in Estonia. I felt him nearly succumbing to BEDLAM, I felt his pain, I thought I would die along with him. When he prevailed and fought his way out, with the Medallion - and you - I was there as he held you prisoner. I remained suppressed for the ceremony with the Medallion for days longer than normal, never being revealed.

“When he began the ceremony and understood that I would be obliterated if he succeeded in his restoration, I begged him to stop. Instead, he freed me and took you. He gave me some of his powers to help me survive and left me. Later The Howl told me he had failed.

“I am sorry you have suffered for me to be spared. I will try to make it up to you.”

Madison Jones:
Listening to that. “You could communicate with him while possessed? That’s interesting… it also makes me wonder just how far you have been… been made by him.” Another drink, “Tobias, you are your own person, I keep saying that. Even if you were created or engineered, there is more to you than what he made. As for those powers, I personally think they are a result of some of his… residue still being in you. He talks through you sometimes, I’ve told you that before. Glowing blues and all.”

I sigh because it reminds me of how I knew that Volos was possessing a person and turned a blind eye to it. “I thought the person he took at Estonia was a member of the Red Star or some other terrible person. I didn’t realize… I hoped it wasn’t a good person. Sadly the worst case scenario seems to have played out, he just took a person who ended up being really good. At least I think you are David… I’m not innocent in this either, not that I really had the power to save David… Volos is…” I sigh again, “Seven Feet and Four Hundred Pounds of Fur and Destruction… right?” I look to David to see his response.

David Johnson:
I listen to Tobias’ revelation that I have been in captivity for two years because the monster chose to spare him. I hope his confessional made him feel better because I am enraged to have been considered collateral damage for his, what is his drink of choice, redemption. I see why he feels he needs that.

My rage builds as both Madison and Tobias think that apologies and platitudes will suffice at this point. I scream at Tobias, “This is your fault!” as I rise and with a quick motion, plant my hands on the table to vault over with a dropkick to Tobias’ bulky chest. As he drops back in his chair, I am on him in a flash, pounding a right fist to his face.

Tobias Kane:
I expected a strong reaction to my revelation but not an all-out attack. I grunt as your bare feet collide with my chest and I tumble back in my chair, my drink sloshing on me. Before I can react, David is on me and my head whips to the right with his powerful punch. I try to talk him down, “Dav…..” as his left fist smashes into my mouth and I taste the blood as my lips split.

Madison Jones:
I’m a little bit too caught in my own thoughts to notice the shifting of David, by the time he is vaulting over the table, I look up in shock. Poor Umbra yips and runs taking cover by the couch while I step up to the conflict. I may not have Copper’s aggression in me right now, but I’m still a wrestler and I don't want you two breaking my shit. The last time somebody did that, it cost a small fortune! I grab a hold of David's shoulder and Tobias’s shirt collar, and try to force you two apart. “Stop it! Fighting won’t fix anything here.”

David Johnson:
I lay into Tobias, landing another punch before Madison tries to intervene. I turn my face to Madison, my expression full of rage and righteous vengeance. “Stay out of it!”

Tobias Kane:
“David, I don’t want to fight you. But continue and I will have to use the power the Wolf imbued in me. I don’t want to hurt you anymore than I already have.” Damn, it’s hard to talk through swollen lips! Fortunately they will heal soon.

Madison Jones:
Dave growls at me, Tobias threatening to use his power. I badly want to question that, but there are more pressing concerns as I notice at least 3 bottles of expensive alcohol wobbling on the counter from the violence. I may be a little more submissive right now because of the suppression, but I don’t back down when somebody growls at me. I grab hold of David and pull him into a Full Nelson, drag him away from Tobias a few feet towards one of the doors in the kitchen area. “No violence here, you two want to fight, there is a ring out back or a back alley… but that is AFTER we solve these damn problems.” I hold David a little longer, maybe him noticing that the act of holding a person like this is turning me on…

Tobias Kane:
Madison drags David off of me to the other side of the room. I mutter, “I think technically I was getting beaten up, not fighting.” I get up and David sees the bruises and bleeding begin to subside. But I understand David’s anger and perhaps I needed to feel this penance for my part in his fate.

“Madison, what do you suggest going forward?”

David Johnson:
I try to pull away from you to continue beating Tobias, finally a target onto whom I can inflict my anger, my vengeance, my rage. “I will listen to your proposal, Madison.”

Madison Jones:
Pulling Dave over by the door, I take a moment to think about the situation… maybe taking a little longer than I should while holding him in the hot hold. The door we are right by has an ominous sign, it clearly marked as “DO NOT ENTER.”

You are not logged in. - Do Not Enter

I look over to it while Tobias asks for my proposal. I don’t have a grand solution to all these problems, I dabble in a lot of shit, but am rarely ever an expert. The object in that room though has the means of answering some questions though, and so I slowly release David from the hold. “How about this you two? We try figuring out something first. Tobias, you said you can use your powers still? I can’t… in fact basically all my wolf senses have been turned off. I don’t think Copper and Volos are gone though… I think they are… asleep?” I scratch my head not sure if that makes sense.

“You probably remember that crazy cursed mirror I have in here, don’t you Tobias? Banks was using it at the end of his life to hunt monsters. He would drag suspects in front of it, see if they reflected a monster… and then blow their brains out. Pretty grim… right? Anyhow, I figure if Copper and Volos are still in us, our reflections should show that. How about we take a look guys?”

Tobias Kane:
“I’m game.” I look over at David. “If you’ll stop hitting me. I want more information, Madison.”

David Johnson:
My rage is subsiding. If what they said was true, Tobias could have used his powers to fight me back and likely subdue me, perhaps do significant damage. His face unmarked after mere minutes convinces me. He held back. “I am done with that, Tobias. I am willing to take Madison’s course of action.”

Madison Jones:
With you two in agreement I start to undo the locks on the door. Two bolts in the ceiling and floor Ka–Chunk. Deadbolt unlocked… two chains undone. Oh, and a robust line of salt in front of it. I opened the door showing it was completely black inside. “Alright you two, come with me.” Then I lead you both inside.

Published: 2022-08-19, viewed 77 times.