Neon Dream

Slow. The street sign outside the club warning drivers could just as well have described the action inside. Ronan needed some air, and the back patio was always filled with smokers. The front sidewalk was vacant, with only a few people out on the town passing by.

Under the neon lights of the marquee, his profile caught the attention of two particular night owls. They noticed he was dressed as most patrons of the club, in painted on jeans tucked into tall boots and a black leather jacket open with no shirt. Ronan's jeans outlined a nice bulge and were cut low enough to indicate that he was commando.

"No action inside tonight?" the female half of the couple asked. Ronan looked up at them. She was about his height and age with a slinky skirt and cropped top that highlighted a curvy figure. More interesting was her companion, a slender younger male all in black with heavy black eyeliner and nail polish. His shirt also showed a little of his abs. A spiked black collar was buckled tight around his neck. Reaching out her hand, she introduced themselves. "I'm Pola, and this is Rex."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Ronan. It is boring for a Saturday night." He shuffled on his feet, a little shy about striking up a conversation without the loud distractions inside the club and a drink in his hand.

"We are bored, too, and were just calling it a night and going back to our loft across the square. Care to come up for a drink?"

He had planned on staying out at least another hour or two, and more action than was going on inside seemed interesting. "Sure."

He followed the pair through the park to the opposite strip of stores and offices. Pola took a set of keys from her designer clutch and unlocked a door adjacent to a storefront for "Disco Fashions" that looked as dated as the name. Inside, a set of well worn stairs led to a two-story walkup.

The loft was in sharp contrast to the downstairs. Exposed brick walls and recessed lighting created a cool vibe. The furnishings were trendy and dark, matching the style of Pola and her partner, boyfriend, boy, or whatever he was. Ronan had not noticed any rings.

"Make yourself comfortable. What would you care to drink?" Pola asked.

"A vodka tonic?" Ronan sank into the deep leather sofa.

"Sure. I'll make us some. Rex, take off your shirt and help our guest with his jacket."

"Yes, Mistress." He stripped off his shirt, revealing a very lean, smooth body with steel rings in both nipples. The spiked collar suited him well. Ronan handed him his jacket, as the room was quite warm.

"Well now, aren't you a hot pair of boys?" Pola commented, coming in with a tray of drinks. She handed Ronan a glass, first teasing it down his bare chest. Taking one for herself and offering Rex his, she joined them on the couch. "To new friends!"

Rex let his fingers play over Ronan's shaved chest and stuck a few fingers under the very low waistband. "He's a hottie, Mistress. We are lucky he was out alone. It's the other boys' loss at the club."

Pola pinched Ronan's nipples to see his response.

"Mmm," Ronan moaned. The bulge in his jeans indicated they were hardwired to his cock. He leaned over to lick Rex's nipples, flicking his rings.

Now it was Rex's turn to vocalize his pleasure. He leaned back, letting Ronan caress his chest with his tongue and fingers. As she watched the boys play, Pola unzipped and slid off her top.

"Ronan, as you might have guessed, Rex is my slave. I enjoy seeing him being pleasing. Do you find us both attractive?"

"Oh yes, Mistress!" He turned to her, using his tongue and fingers on her breasts as he had with her slave.

The trio took turns with mouths and fingers. The drinking toasts became more and more bawdy. Rex dropped to his knees on the floor and freed Ronan's hard cock, taking it hungrily. Pola slipped off her skirt and sat back just in panties, watching the boys and fingering her wetness.

Seeing their glasses empty, she excused herself to the kitchen with the tray. Rex took the opportunity, too, to go through an adjoining room apparently to the restroom. Ronan tucked his cock in and walked over to the large window, taking in a view of the square and the lights of the town.

Hearing Rex's return, he turned to the door. It wasn't Rex, but a large gray wolf standing before him! He froze in fear at the beast appearing in the living room. His mind was trying to register what was happening. The wolf had on a spiked collar just like the slave collar Rex had been wearing and blocked the only path of escape. Ronan did not even notice the Mistress' return until a jabbing pain in his neck woke him from what seemed like a dream.

"What the fuck!" was all that passed his lips before the drug took effect.

After a period of minutes or hours - he didn't know which - Ronan groggily awoke and tried to stand. But any attempt to move his arms or legs were to no avail. Thick leather medical restraints were holding him to some type of gurney. Instinctively, he called for help, but his mouth was gagged with a wide ball and strap, hurting his jaws. He was completely naked.

Ronan tried to focus, looking up at the lighting. He surmised that he was still in the loft. Hearing low voices, he tried to figure out who was there. He recognized Pola's and Rex's. A third male voice was discussing dates and prices with them, and then a door open and closed.

Footsteps approached, and Pola came into his view. Ronan tried to speak again but only muffled grunts came out. "Hi again, Ronan. I like that name and will keep it for you. You remember my slave or, I should say, wolf Rex."

A furry body brushed up against the gurney touching Ronan's hand. Ronan tried to jerk away but the restraints held him fast.

Pola wheeled over an IV stand with several fluid bags and tubes in place. Ronan could only moan as she found a vein in his forearm and inserted a needle. "Protest all you want, pet, but no one can hear you. I own the buildings on both sides, and the store below has been closed for years. But don't worry. Other than a warm feeling in your arm, you shouldn't feel any pain. This will start the process of transforming you into a beautiful creature like Rex to add to my pack."

Terrified and heavily sedated, Ronan lost consciousness again.