COLLAR THE SILVER WOLF
This is the first part of the epilogue of my collab with Mish. It was only going to be
one part, but the file was too long, so I had to hack it apart. Once again we don't
own Fatal Fury or it's characters, and we aren't making any money for writing this.
The fic contains yaoi, bondage and discipline, incest, and graphic sex. If you don't
like that or shouldn't view it due to your age/locale please get a clue and leave!
For the rest...enjoy!!
Andy looked out the window, watching his brother leave for another day of work.
As Terry disappeared over the hill, he let the curtain fall back into place and sighed.
The younger Bogard didn't have very many practical skills, having devoted his entire
life to the martial arts, so the majority of the expenses fell to Terry. Andy just kept
house and did what he could to keep his master happy. The only problem was....he
was hungry.
Andy's longing had gotten to the point where even masturbation had lost it's fun.
With another sigh the pale blonde karateka entered the bathroom and stared at
himself in the mirror. He ran his fingers over the collar at his throat and choked
back a sob.
The day Terry had put it around him had been one of the happiest in his life, but
those days were long gone. It had been over two weeks since they'd made
love...and months since they'd had a nice fuck. That wasn't to say Terry wasn't
affectionate. He was just so tired when he came home Andy felt it would be wrong
to ask him to give him a taste of the rough sex he truly enjoyed.
Hauer had trained him to like being used....trained him the point he was addicted to
it. Without it all the lovemaking in the world would eventually fail to satisfy, just the
way it had with Terry. Andy looked at the collar again, and it seemed to mock him.
Bringing back the memories of the weeks when he'd first become Terry's slave.
The times when his master had balanced brutality and tender affection with a skill
that took his breath away.
Andy glared at the thick leather band a few moments longer, then reached for the
latch with shaky hands.
He knew Terry would be furious if he removed it without permission, but he felt
reckless suddenly. What he needed was to be dominated. If Terry couldn't do it,
he could get someone else to. It couldn't hurt just this once could it? Just one day
to get it out of his system? He ran the collar over his cheek then set it on the bed.
*Just this once...* the young fighter thought to himself as he turned on the
shower and prepared to make himself a walking sex object, unaware of the way his
fingers would constantly drift to his throat seeking the collar that was no longer
there.
About an hour later Andy exited the elevator that led to Hauer's penthouse
apartment. He ran his hands over his arms as he walked down the hall. The air
was far too chilly on his bare skin, making goose pimples pop up. He looked at the
antique silver wall sconces and the tasteful prints of varied artists as he approached
the end of the corridor. *I never thought I'd return here... I wonder if he's
even in?*
Andy took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Several moments passed
before his summons was answered. He blinked in confusion when a petite brunette
opened the door. She stared up at him with large doe-like eyes and gave him a shy
smile. "S� se�or ?"
Andy bowed slightly, wondering if Hauer had moved. "Forgive me, I thought that
Hauer-sa..." the rest trailed off as his former master moved into view from behind
the young woman. Sensing his presence, she dropped to Hauer's side with a small
gasp, and leaned her head against his thigh.
Andy looked down at her feeling an odd twist in his stomach. She was in his former
position. He flicked his eyes between her and Hauer.
The German lifted one white brow and chuckled. "Well, well...if it isn't Andy
Bogard. What brings you back cub?" he purred running his hand over his new
slave's hair.
Andy blushed slightly, then dropped to one knee. "I wanted you Hauer-sama. I
wanted you to take me the way you used to." he replied shakily. This felt
so...wrong, but his hunger wouldn't let him back down.
Hauer smirked at the man at his feet, bowing before him like a knight before his
king. "Why not have your brother take you Andy?"
Andy swallowed a stab of guilt. "I want to be fucked. He's too gentle."
The German chuckled again and turned the young woman's face up to his. "You
see that pet? Even after I set him free he longs for my hand. Remember that." He
turned his attention back to Andy. "I'm afraid I can't help you Andy. You chose to
leave willingly...so you'll have to find your thrill elsewhere. I don't take back old
toys."
Andy stared at the floor in disbelief, hearing the door click shut as his gaze focused on the
pattern in the carpeting. He'd been so sure Hauer would be willing to give him one night, just to
get a chance at payback if nothing else. *Niisan was right...he never planned on
keeping me at all! I'm such a baka!* Andy scowled and got back to his feet.
*Fine!! I don't need him!* The one question was...Where would he go now? Where
else could he find someone to give him what he wanted? A rueful smile crossed the young man's lips
as the answer presented itself.
*The club!! That's it! Why didn't I think of it before? I should have gone
there first!*
* * *
Andy fingered the skin over his neck as he entered the club. He'd been repeating
the gesture ever since he'd removed the symbol of his bondage. It felt so odd not to
have his collar on as he visited this place, but he wanted a new master, and a collar
would only hamper that. He was still smarting over the fact Hauer wouldn't take
him back, and he desperately need someone to claim him. He longed for a forceful
hand, one that would give him the battle of wills he craved.
Back at his apartment, Terry flung himself down on the couch. He'd done what he
needed, fighting in an underground streetfight, to make more money. His legitimate
employ wasn't paying him enough to keep the brothers taken care of. "Andy," he
called out towards the bedroom. When his voice went unanswered, Terry frowned
and went in search of his ototosan. The apartment was empty.
Andy shrugged off his coat to reveal the skimpy outfit he'd chosen and tossed it into
a booth. He was out to advertise and it was time to get started. The feel of all his
exposed skin made him feel positively scandalous as he walked out onto the dance
floor and tapped the first single he saw on the shoulder. "Let's dance."
In the bedroom, the blond fighter found the collar laying on the bed. Terry growled
- Andy had broken the rule about who was supposed to touch it! Angrily,
he snatched it up and then took up the leash in his other fist. His furious steps
carried him to the door and he slammed it behind him. The club... That would be
where his little uke had gone.
Andy ground his pelvis against his dance partner as he deepened the liplock they
had on each other. He didn't even know the pretty brunette's name. He didn't
really care either, he was being naughty and disobeying his niisan, that alone held a
certain thrill.
People got out of his way. There was just something about a pissed off Terry
Bogard that made them. Almost as if the look in his eyes or his stance told them,
"Don't fuck with me right now." His angry blue eyes scanned the crowd and then
swept out onto the dance floor, seeking the pale blond that was his. Terry saw
Andy, dancing and fondling someone else, and his fist clenched the collar harder.
He stormed forward, ready to retake what was his.
Andy broke the kiss long enough to whisper in the shell of the brunette's ear.
"Would you like to do more? I could use a good, hard fuck."
A firm hand wound into his hair from the back, "I don't think so." The words were
bit out and Terry didn't say anything else, simply pulled the slave back against him
with the hold on his hair.
Andy growled and began to struggle. "I'm not wearing the collar and I am getting
laid!!"
His glare over the top of Andy's head sent the would-be lover running, "Only when
I allow it... Or did you forget that?" His mouth leaned down to the outer part of the
slave's ear, "You forgot what I told you... I'm never letting you go." Terry slipped
the chain of the leash around his slave's throat and pulled it taut, "I don't need a
collar to discipline you."
Andy jerked his head away. "I'll find another... you know I can... and you can't
stop me."
Terry tugged on the leash, "Oh, yes I can." He kept his hold in the pale locks and
drug Andy to a booth, "I'm going to punish you... Then, I'll let you do what you
want." The grim look on his face told all how pissed off he really was.
Andy licked his lips, his master's furious expression was turning him on beyond
belief. "I can do what I want anyway...Terry."
He buried the pain of the words by knocking Andy's feet out from under him and
ripping the shirt off, "We'll see about that..." His hands worked quickly to secure
the other fighter's wrists behind his back with the strips of the shredded material. "I
can find another slave, I suppose." Terry growled and stripped the pants off of the
younger Bogard's legs, exposing him totally to the entire club.
Andy looked over his shoulder, feeling his own stab of pain at the words, but he
wasn't about to show it. "Never one like me Terry, never one like me..."
"Of course not," Terry said with no hint of humor, "I can always find a better one
that obeys his master." He bound Andy's ankles with what was left of the shirt, "But
you're still going to be punished." Andy was shoved over the table on his back, his
nude body stretched out as the other fighter used the leash to secure his hands to
the support underneath. Finally, Terry moved the secured feet up under the slave's
own ass and splayed out his ototosan's knees. "There. Now, you're just part of the
furniture."
Andy moaned lowly, and glanced at some of the curious patrons. He moaned again,
so many people watching, watching him get humiliated. It made his already hard
erection throb. "Kisama!" He growled, wanting to see just how far he could push
this.
Sitting down at the booth, Terry ordered a drink and looked at Andy, "I know what
you're doing, Andy, and I don't approve." There was a dangerous edge to his voice
that said the younger blond might be going too far.
Andy gritted his teeth and jerked his gaze away. "Onore! Know me so well do
you?"
"I guess I don't," Terry said as he took his whiskey from the waitress and sipped it.
"I've learned my lesson concerning you, though... Never to believe a word you say -
especially when you claim love for someone..."
Andy froze a moment, the pain those simple words caused was unbelievable. He
fought back his tears.... "Get it over with... do what you want... I'm not going to
give you the satisfaction of responding."
"I'm not going to touch you," Terry said lowly, biting back his own tears, "You are
for the amusement of everyone else tonight. You don't want me anymore - fine.
My last act as your master will be to let everyone have a turn with you." His voice
hardened, "And I mean everyone... Men and women. You have no choice who
uses you this time."
Andy dropped his head against the table and slumped in defeat. "Fine...master...as
you wish." he whispered trying to pull together what left of his heart.
"Don't call me that," Terry growled, slamming his fist on the table, "You ran away
from me, Andy! Not the other way around..." He set the collar on the other
fighter's chest, "I'm no longer your master by your own choice."
"AND WHY THE HELL DO YOU THINK THAT IS!!!" Andy screamed back,
not caring that he'd sworn not to respond.
"I don't know," Terry said softly, "And I don't care anymore." He looked away,
unable to lay his eyes on the body that was bound to the table. His blue eyes
marked all the patrons and he shook his head, "No, I've changed my mind... No
one will touch you. You will lay on that table, ready for a fuck, but no one will be
allowed to give it to you."
Andy didn't respond, he simply lay there, the collar on his chest feeling like a leaden
weight. *You were never there anymore niisan... I just needed it.. you
know I need it.* One tear managed to make it's way past his defenses to roll
down the smooth cheek.
"And what did your naughty slave do," purred a voice over Terry's shoulder.
Looking behind himself, Terry found a lovely young man leaning against the back of
the booth, "He ran away."
The stranger tsked, "What a shame... If I had you for a master, I don't think I
would." The young man's eyes widened when he saw the collar, "You
collar your slaves?!?"
"What of it," Terry asked lowly, his voice betraying none of his pain.
Andy felt a sudden burst of rage burn through him and began straining at his bonds,
the metal chain groaned under the pressure. *How dare he?! Terry is
mine!!*
"I always wanted a collar," the young man said wistfully, "None of my previous
masters *ever* collared me." He looked over at Andy, his eyes bright
and shining a lovely amber, "You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"Zakkenayo!!" Andy roared, the cloth around his ankles starting to tear.
Terry threw a glare at the bound blond and hissed, "Be still!" He turned back to the
other young man, "Are you saying that you want a master?"
"Oh, yes," the youth said eagerly, "I've missed it so much. My last master gave me
up for a newer toy... I was so sad." Tears glistened in his amber eyes, "I did so
much to please him and he threw me away!"
*Be still my ass!* Andy thought as one of links began to give way.
*I'm not letting him do that with me right here in front of you.*
Terry smiled at the young man, "My slave has apparently decided that I'm not good
enough anymore." His fingers stroked a smooth cheek, "Are you asking me to be
your new master?"
The lovely eyes closed, "Only if you promise to collar me..." He was almost purring
with pleasure and excitement.
Andy growled lowly. *Baka yaro....you think I'm just going to let you take
him?* The sound of ripping cloth grew louder.
The older fighter's eyes widened as the willing young man leaned down to kiss him.
Terry hesitated at first, then tried to reciprocate the gesture. It was different than
when he kissed his ototosan; there was something missing. The disappointment
showed on his face.
Several people scattered as the table Andy had been strapped to exploded under
the karateka's wrath. He stood there heaving, broken bits of chain and cloth trailing
from his body, his collar clutched firmly in one fist. "Get the fuck away from my
master." he whispered with deadly intent.
Terry looked up as the young man backed away, his face devoid of emotion. He
watched the young hopeful turn and bolt for the dance floor and shook his head.
He should have known it wouldn't be so easy. Without a word, the older Bogard
took up his drink and drained the glass.
Andy stared at the collar in his hand a moment, then back up at Terry. He wasn't
quite certain what to say. He hadn't expected to feel so very possessive. He simply
watched his brother waiting to see what would happen.
He stood up and tossed Andy his pants, "If you plan on leaving, you'll need these."
With that, Terry moved over to the bar so that he could inquire as to how much he
was going to have to pay for the damages.
Andy stared at the pants as if he'd never seen them before, then began pulling them
on woodenly.
Shelling out a rather deep sum of money, Terry shook his head to clear the tears
from his eyes. His ototosan had been playing a game with him! He didn't like this
game - it hurt to much... There was nothing left for Terry to do so he made his way
to the exit. All he wanted to do was go home and crawl inside a bottle or the bed,
whichever one he got to first.
Andy slumped onto the booth and stared into empty space. He felt absolutely
wretched. He saw Terry leaving and looked down at the collar again. It wasn't
worth it, nothing was worth this pain. He ran after his brother and dropped a hand
onto his shoulder.
"What," Terry asked in a defeated voice. He couldn't bring himself to look at the
other fighter.
Andy kneeled down and held the collar up in both his hands. "Gomen nasai Terry-
sama, please take it... I... I was wrong."
He turned a little and looked at Andy, nothing but pain in his eyes, "What the fuck
am I supposed to do with it, Andy? You don't want me anymore..."
Andy didn't bother to stop the tears...."That's not true!! I never said that.... I just..."
he sighed... "I'm sorry Terry, so sorry." The collar was still being held above his
head, waiting for the older Bogard's decision.
He was hoisted to his feet and slammed into the nearby wall, "THE FUCK YOU
DIDN'T!!! 'I'll find another... you know I can.' Remember that?!?" Terry shoved
a small wad of bills in Andy's pants pocket, "You take a couple of days and think
about the way you destroyed my trust in you, Andy. Maybe then, you'll find a
master who can take a chance with you."
Andy fell to floor and simply stared at it blankly. He had nothing now, nothing but
his hurt and his anger. He drew the bills back out and tossed them back. "Keep
it.... I'm not your 'slut' anymore now am I? I haven't been in months."
More words he didn't mean, but the pain forced them from his lips. He left the club
in nothing but his pants and shoes, the collar still clutched firmly in his grip.
Tears finally fell free, Terry unable to hold them back any longer. His exit from the
club was much quieter and he went to his bike. Angrily, he started the motor and
squealed the tires as he sped off. His first intention was to make a stop at the
nearest liquor store. The second was to hit his apartment and do the most painful
thing ever... Pack up his ototosan's belongings and get them out of his sight.
Ack!! Vicious angst bunnies! Get them off!! Get them off!!!
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