Moving
silently on padded feet, the predator watched its prey moving before him.
Clumsy, slow, without any armor or claws to protect it, the prey would be easy
to take down. The predator tensed its muscles, readying for the leap.
The prey
struggled, the predator laughed inwardly and swiped a clawed paw over the
creature's face. A piercing scream made the predator flinch.
Shouts and
footsteps splashing through puddles and running on sidewalk reached the
predator's ears. Angry because he could not finish of his prey, the predator
leaped away from the oncoming pack. Light flashed upon his body, and the
predator could smell the fear emanating from the pack beasts that his prey
belonged to. Laughing inwardly, the predator leaped into the night, his black
furred coat blending with the shadows.
Jim Ellison
came awake with a start. *Strange dream.* He thought to himself as he shook of
the last vestiges of the nightmare. Yawning, Jim stood up, and padded
downstairs wearing only his boxers. Still a bit sleepy, his senses were dulled
down a bit, so Jim was surprised when his roommate looked up from the computer
scream, and turned pale, eyes wide.
"My God,
Jim. What happened!" BLair practically shouted, leaping up from his chair
to go to his sentinel.
Confused Jim
followed Blair's sight to his hairless chest. Splattered across his broad chest
was dried blood.
Jim never felt
Blair touch his chest, because his enhanced sight focused on the blood, and the
sentinel zoned.
"Jim,
man. Come back man. Follow my voice. Its alright, come on." Blair's voice
finally reached through to the zoned sentinel, and Jim blinked, and ook in a deep
shuddering breath.
Before him,
Blair was holding a washcloth soaked with the dried blood that he had cleaned
from his sentinel's chest while he had used his voice to bring Jim back to
reality.
"Its not
your blood. Where did it come from?" Blair asked.
Jim shrugged,
the dream fresh in his mind, but he refused to acknowledge it, "I don't
know" He lied.
Blair looked
at him, and Jim wasn't sure his guide was buying it.
"Okay,
Jim." Blair said finally.
Trying to
change the subject, Jim asked, "Are you coming in with me today?"
Blair gave him
a look that said, 'I know what your trying to do', but the guide let it slide
and answered, "Yay, but I have a class this afternoon, so could you drop
me off?"
"Sure, no
problem."
They were just
barely in the door when Simon hollered for them.
Jim and Blair
walked into the Captain's office.
"You
bellowed, sir?" Jim asked as Blair shut the door behind them.
Simon gave Jim
a look that said, 'I am not amused.' "The mayor's daughter was attacked
last night by what witnesses described as a large black cat. A veterinarian
looked over the wounds and suggested that it was a jaguar. Before you ask there
has been no jaguars reported missing from the zoo."
"A
private collector?" Blair asked.
"That's
what the mayor thinks. He wants whoever it is shut down. So of course he called
the Commissioner, who called the Chief, who called me at 1:30 this morning.
Guess who has the case?" Simon said with a smile.
Jim groaned,
"Now I know the mayor hates me."
"How's
his daughter?" Blair asked.
"Some
scratches on her face and neck, but nothing life threatening. Animal Control is
looking for the jaguar. YOu guys are looking for the owner."
"Great."
Jim mumbled rolling his eyes, taking the file from Simon.
Simon
dismissed them with a wave of his hand.
They sat down
at Jim's desk, and the sentinel opened the case file.
Jim stared at
the picture of the girl, and caught himself from slipping into another zone.
/Two zones in one day. Blair will have a fit./
"Jim.
Jim, what's the matter?" Blair asked the concern in his voice apparent.
"Nothing,
Chief. Just thinking that its kind of strange that its a jaguar. You
know."
"Yeah,
but I am pretty sure its not your spirit guide behind the attacks." Blair
laughed.
Jim wasn't so
sure.
Jim dropped
off Blair at the University later on in the afternoon. They had visited the
crime scene earlier, and the alley brought back the strange dream. It took all
of Jim's willpower not to show his fear to Blair.
"I'll
come pick you up after class, chief. I am going to finish the reports on the
Calaviche case." Jim said, and Blair had nodded.
When class was
over, Blair walked to his office. Two students waylaid him and asked about
possible extensions on their reports. Blair had said no since both of them were
jocks who had already had two extensions on the reports as it was. He hated
when football scholarship jocks thought that Anthro 101 would be an easy class.
In his office,
a box was waiting for him. Blair looked at the return address.
"Oh,
wow!" He exclaimed.
"Oh, wow,
what, Chief?" Jim asked as he came intot he office.
"Charlie
Ward sent this box to me!" Blair said excitedly.
"Who's
Charlie Ward?" the sentinel asked.
"One of
Naomi's 'freinds' from a long time ago. Ward is bilionaire."
"Then why
did Naomi hook up with him."
"Well,
Ward may be a billionair, but he's an eccentric billionaire. He protested in
the sixties, gives his money to chairities like Greenpeace, and Amnesty
International. He lives modestly in an apartment in Rome. He's also a PHD in
Archeology, and two B.A.'s, one in Anthropology, and another in Classical
Languages. He's always interested in new things, and he sends Naomi to these
places, and gets her to tell him all about them. He was confined to a
wheelchair years ago due to a car accident."
"So
that's how Naomi is able to afford to travel around."
"Yep,
Charlie says he lives through her experiences, and doesn't regret the loss of
his legs. He also gets me to e-mail him about my adventures as well. He's been
behind me on my sentinel project, even when other places wouldn't listen to
me."
"So
what's in the box?" Jim asked suddenly a bit curious.
"Oh, I
don't know." Blair said with a laugh then began to open the box.
Inside the box
was an old leatherbound book. Jim didn't recognize the writing. Beneath the
book was another old book, but not nearly as old.
Blair picked
up the letter that was stuffed away in the book and read allowed...
*Blair my boy.
One of my researcher's found this book stuffed away in Berlin. Its Old German,
which I know you can't read. But the other book will help in translations.
There were a few refernces to Sentinels, and though I am dying to know the
contents, I figured you would find it more interesting.
E-mail me about
it!
Charlie
"Oh man!
This is so exciting. I have definitly got to start translating this
thing." Blair said excitingly, practically bouncing off the walls.
"Calm
down, Chief. Pack it up and let's go home. You can translate it their in
relative comfort. And I am hungry."
"Okay,
but let's stop for Chinese or something. i don't feel like cooking."
Jim rolled his
eyes knowing why Blair didn't feel like cooking.
The stopped
for Japanese instead, and Jim got himself the shrimp and hibachi steak along
with fried rice. Blair opted for the shrimp and rice.
Jim walked out
of the bathroom wearing only a pair of red plaid boxers rubbing a towel over
his wet head. He looked over at Blair who was deeply engrossed in translating
the book sent by his friend.
"Blair
are you going to stay up all night?" Jim asked as he placed the wet towel
in the hamper, and walked over to the kitchen.
"What..oh.
Sorry, Jim. No. I hadn't planned on it. Its just this is so fascinating."
"What
have you come up with so far?" Jim asked pouring himself a glass of orange
juice.
"So far
just stuff that Burton had talked about. How sentinels needed someone to guide
them and watch their back. This guy though actually calls them guides and
suggests that their is a bond between sentinel and guide. Its awesome!"
Jim smiled at
his guide's enthusiasm, then downed his OJ. "Just don't stay up to late. I
am going to bed."
"Oh,
okay. Goodnite Jim." Blair said rather absently, his nose already back
into the book.
Jim smiled and
shook his head as he climbed the stairs to his loft bedroom.
The predator
moved sinuously down the strange tree. Scent assaulted his nostrils, and his
sight caught the movement. sight and scent told him the creature slumbering
before him was Not Prey. The predator watched the creature as it slept, unaware
of the deadly predator so very near to it. The Not Prey's chest rose and fell,
and its curly chestnut fur obscured its face.
The predator
was hungry, and turned away from the Not Prey, and managed to paw open the
strange cave's entrance.
Out into the
night the predator stalked, searching for prey to appease its hunger. In a
place of grass and trees, the predator killed to birds, but the food was not
enough to kill its hunger.
Then he caught
scent of prey. His senses told him that it was the same kind of prey he had
hunted the night before.
He stalked and
leaped. The prey cried out, but fought back. The predator was undeterred, and
managed to rip open the beast's back leg with his claws. A loud sound followed
by the scent of fire, and smoke, and a searing pain in his neck, brought the
predator up short. He turned to see another of the pack beasts that smelled of
the fire and smoke. Another loud sound accompanied more searing pain in his foreleg.
Howling in
pain, the predator leaped away into the night away from the fire.
The sound of
the telephone ringing brought Blair to awakefullness. Sitting up, the
anthropologist rubbed his eyes, then looked around for the phone. Finding it,
Blair picked up the receiver.
"Hello."
Blair said.
"Blair."
A voice said weakly.
"Jim?"
Blair said confused.
"Blair,
help me."
"What's
going on? Where are you, Jim? Are you hurt?" Blair's voice filled with
concern as he spoke.
"I'm down
near the park. Please come get me, and bring some clothes." Then Jim hung
up.
Blair drove to
the park. There were police cars everywhere, but Blair didn't see Jim. He was
about to get out of the Volvo when Jim suddenly opened the passenger door and
got in.
Blair stared
at Jim, his eyes wide.
The sentinel
was wearing only the boxers he had slept in. Jim was holding a bloody cloth
over his neck, and blood leaked from a wound on his arm.
"Shit!
What happened to you.!" Blair said starting up the Volvo. "We've got to
get you to hospital!"
"No!"
Jim said in a firm tone, "No hospitals."
"Are you
kidding. Your bleeding. Did you sleepwalk? Did someone kidnap you from the
loft?" Blair asked as he pulled the Volvo away from the park.
Jim shook his
head, "i don't know what happened. I woke up under some bushes, bleeding.
I heard the police sirens, and managed to hear that the jaguar had attacked
someone last night. A patrol officer shot the jaguar twice, but the animal
managed to slip away."
Blair looked
at Jim, trying to figure out if Jim was saying what he thought Jim was saying.
"You
think your the jaguar." Blair whispered.
Blair applied
the last dressing on the bullet grazes on Jim's neck and arm. Luckily the
bullets had not hit any major arteries, but Blair was still trying to convince
Jim to go the the hospital.
"I can't,
Chief. And that's final." Jim said.
Blair sighed.
"If your not going to go to the hospital, then we need to talk."
"No. No
amount of talking is going to help. You need to find out why this is happening
and stop it. I don't care how you do it." Jim practically shouted.
"Oh yeah,
I just wave my magic wand and you quit turning into your spirit guide."
Blair said sarcastically.
Jim glowered
at him. "What about the book. Is there anything in it about this?"
"I only
got a little further last night after you went to bed. I did find out that all
guides are male. That kinda threw me for a loop. I mean if sentinels could be
male and female, why can't guides." Blair said, but trailed off as the sentence
brought back memories.
"What's
that got to do with anything. So the guides are male. Its probably just a
cultural thing. You know. Women only being housewives or something."
"Its
possible. But I haven't found anything to suggest that you and your spirit
guide become one."
"Luckily
I'm off today. I've got to go buy some things. YOu stay here and try to
translate the book."
"What are
you going to buy?"
"Don't
worry about it. Do we need any food while I'm out?"
"Uh,
yeah. Some milk, I think. And bring back some lunch."
"Fine.
Mexican sound good."
"Yeah.
Fine."
Jim dressed
quickly, then left the loft. Blair watched him go wondering what Jim was
planning. Then he turned his attention to the book, hoping against hope that
the answers would be found in there.
Three hours
later, Jim returned. He came in with two bags under his arm, and a sack of food
in his hands. Blair stood up to help Jim, taking one of the sacks. He read on
the side of the sack, 'Pets Plus'. *Huh*, Blair thought. He sat the sack down
on the counter which made a suspicious rattling sound.
"Uh, Jim.
why did you buy some stuff from a pet store?"
"Because
its the only place you can buy the stuff I needed." Jim answered setting
the other bag down, and placing the sack of Mexican meals on the table.
Curiosity
overcame the guide, and he peered into the sack. Reaching in he pulled out a
thick heavy chain, and three padlocks.
"Something
you want to tell me big guy?" Blair asked.
Jim took the
items from Blair. "I can't allow myself to hurt someone else, Chief. so
tonight, I'm going to chain myself to the rails."
Blair looked
at him incredulously. "You can't be serious!"
"Deadly
serious. I've already attacked two people. They are lucky to be alive. I can't
take the chance that the next person will end up dead. That's why you have to
finish translating the book. Have you found anything?"
"A bit
more. I think the answers are in there though. I find some reference to
shapeshifting, but nothing concrete, yet."
"Alright.
Let's eat. You can finish translating later. Now that we know what's happening,
I can prepare for it."
Blair nodded.
They sat down at the table and ate their enchiladas, rice and beans silently.
After dinner,
Jim washed the silverware they had used, while Blair went back to translating
the book. It was a long and difficult process, and Blair was still only on the
first fifteen pages.
When Jim was
finished with the dishes, he took the bags upstairs.
Blair could
hear rattling of chains, and a few curses coming from the sentinel, then
finally, Jim came down the stairs and turned on the TV with the volume down
low.
While Jim
watched the news, Blair continued his translating.
The next nine
pages revealed little that Blair did not already know, however there was some
training techniques that Blair found fascinating. But nothing on the
shapeshifting ability.
That night,
Jim went upstairs after taking his shower. Blair followed him up into Jim's
room. Lying on t he bed was a chain harness that Jim immediately padlocked
around his chest and waist. The long thick chain Blair had found was padlocked
to it, and the other end was padlocked tot he metal railing.
Blair didn't
bother to ask Jim if the sentinel thought it was necessary. Two injured people
were enough for the sentinel to believe it necessary.
Jim never said
anything to Blair, and the guide left the sentinel upstairs, and went back to
translating the book while drinking one of his teas.
Sometime later
Blair was awakened by a cat's scream, and the guide immediately jumped up and
went upstairs. On Jim's bed was a large black jaguar, growling and hissing
while fight the chain harness that locked him to the railing. The beast snarled
at Blair, and the guide wisely kept out of reach. The chain appeared to be
holding, and Blair decided to leave the jaguar to its own devices.
Sometime later
the cat settled down, and stopped growling and snarling. Blair, too awake to
sleep, went back to reading and translating.
An hour later,
Blair came up for air with a feeling of dread. the cure was in the book. It was
there, in black and white. The reasons for Jim's transformation, and the cure
as well.
"What is
that old saying." Blair said to himself, "The cure is worse than the
disease."
Blair had a
hard time sleeping the rest of the night. He tossed and turned on his bed, his
thoughts going constantly back to the knowledge he had obtained in the book.
*This is bad, * he thought, *very bad. How do I tell Jim. How am I supposed to
do that!*
Eventually
pure exhaustion won over, and Blair slept.
Morning found
Blair rolling sleepily out of his bed. He walked out of his room int time to
see Jim coming down the stairs. Blair stared at Jim in shock.
The sentinel
only wore a pair of blue silk boxers, and his chest bore red marks across his
waist and shoulders were the chain harness had chaffed him while he had fought
to free himself while in jaguar form.
"Dammit
Jim, why didn't you get something padded instead of the chain?" Blair demanded.
"Because
I wasn't sure if the padded stuff would hold. And anyway its only a few chafe
marks. Big deal." He shrugged and went to the fridge to begin making
breakfast.
Blair sat down
at the table and watched Jim make eggs, bacon and toast.
"So did you
find out anything last night?" Jim asked.
Blair took a
slow swallow of his eggs, then looked at Jim, "Yeah, I did." He
answered solemnly.
"So
there's a cure?"
"Yeah."
"Well..."
"Jim this
is going to be complicated. Let me say this, and please don't interrupt."
"Alright,
Chief. We have all day. I don't have to be in today. I called Simon, and told
him I was sick."
"According
to the book, all guides were male. It wasn't a cultural thing, it was a genetic
thing. I guess it was a sex-linked trait, like baldness. According to the book,
all sentinels, male and female, were kept...virginal till they were paired with
a guide."
Jim looked at
Blair strangely. "Are you saying that I am turning into a jaguar because I
wasn't a virgin when we became partners.'
"No,
that's not it. Apparently this shapeshifting ability is one of many abilities
you received when we initiated the bond."
"If
that's true then why am I just beginning to transform?"
"Because
we didn't initiate the bond until...the fountain."
"I don't
get it."
"A
sentinel initiates the bond by imprinting his guide on his senses. Before the
fountain you imprinted me on four of your senses. You could hear my voice and
heartbeat, smell my scent, see me, and touch me."
"But when
I performed mouth to mouth, I then imprinted your 'taste' on my tastebuds.
Yeah, I remember. I also remember that you had had an onion and bologna
sandwich, and one of your algae shakes." Jim smiled at that trying to
banish the memories of seeing his friend and guide dead in the fountain.
"Yeah,
and apparently that initiated the bond. and your other abilities began to
surface. But to control the jaguar we need to finish the bond."
"How?"
"This is
the hard part, and I really can't see this happening."
"So what
do we do?"
Blair
hesitated then looked straight at Jim, "Sentinels were kept virgins for
one reason and one reason only. To complete the bond between sentinel and
guide, the guide had to take his sentinel sexually and make them bleed their
virgin blood."
Jim choked on
his eggs.
Blair pounded
on Jim's back as the sentinel choked up the scrambled eggs he had been eating.
When Jim recovered enough to speak, he turned and looked at his guide. "You're
joking right?"
Sadly, Blair
shook his head. "I wish I were. The book describes the entire
ceremony." Blair walked over to the coffee table where the book, and the
translator book set. He picked up the book and flipped to a page, and showed it
to Jim.
On the page
was a tribal sign that looked familiar to Jim. "what is it?" Jim
asked.
"Apparently
its the universal sign for a sentinel. It was on the Temple in a few places. As
part of the bonding ritual, the guide is supposed to tattoo the symbol on his
sentinel's...ere...posterior."
Jim looked at
Blair with disbelief, but his face changed as memory surged forward.
"Incacha used to paint that symbol on me. Every day. He said that it was
to identify me to the tribe. The chief wanted Incacha to bond to me, but he
refused saying that I belonged to the wolf. I never did understand what that
meant until now."
"Did he
ever tell you anything about the bonding?" Blair asked.
"Not that
I can remember." Suddenly Jim stood up and began to pace the room.
"This is crazy." Jim mumbled.
"I don't
know what to do. I finished the book. It didn't mention any other way to stop
it."
"Then we
do what we need to do, Chief. Do you need to get some supplies?"
Blair was so
shocked about Jim's matter of fact statement that it took him a few seconds to
register the question. "Oh, uh yeah. I'll need a tattoo gun, and some
herbs, and..."
"Don't
list it, Chief. I really don't want to know." Jim interrupted.
"Oh, okay.
Sorry."
"Don't
be, Chief. Its not your fault. You didn't cause this."
Blair nodded.
Jim walked over digging his wallet out of his back pocket. He handed Blair his
VISA card. "Here get what you need."
Blair took the
card, and then grabbed his keys from the basket by the door. With one last
look, Blair left the loft.
Three hours
later, Blair came back to find Jim sitting on the couch watching ESPN. Blair
set the plastic bags down onto he counter. Jim looked at him. "Did you get
everything you needed?" Jim asked.
"Yeah."
Blair answered as he dug through the bags. "Luckily I know how to use a
tattoo gun. An old girlfriend of mine showed me how. She could do tattoos, but
she didn't like having them. I got to be pretty good at it if I do say so
myself."
Jim chuckled
at that.
"Now what
do we need to do?"
Blair
hesitated then pulled out an enema kit. "Uh, you need to.um," Blair
tried to explain embarrassed.
Jim took the
kit, "Yeah, I get it. Then what?"
"Um, take
shower, and clean yourself with this." He handed Jim a bottle of Herbal
body wash.
"I had to
improvise. We don't have a hot spring around here, and there are no warriors to
clean you, unless you want me to call Simon and the guys."
"Not
really, Chief, but if it screws up the ritual too much where it won't
work..."
"No, I
don't think it will. From what I could tell it was just a formality. Each tribe
had different ways of doing the first part of the ceremony, but the second part
is the same for every tribe. Oh, and you have to shave."
"I will."
Jim said running a hand across his face.
"Well,
your face to, but you need to shave your uh pubic hair."
Jim nodded,
and took the supplies into the bathroom.
While Jim
showered, Blair sat up the rest of the ceremony in the living room. He moved
the couches, and table to gain some space. In a circle on the floor he placed
vanilla candles, and incense burners, and lit them. In the middle of the circle
he placed a blanket, and beside the blanket he put down the tattoo gun, and
other items he had bought for the ceremony. Sometime later, Jim walked out of
the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist.
Blair hated to
ask, but he needed to know, "Did you...um..use the enema kit?"
"Unfortunately,
yes." Jim answered, his ears turning a bit pink. "Now what?"
Blair lowered
his head embarrasses, "I need you to remove the towel and get in the
center of the circle on your hands and knees."
Jim took a
deep breath, then removed the towel. Blair tried not to stare. After all he had
seen Jim naked before, on the rig. Somehow, though, this situation was more
erotic.
"I'm glad
you know how to do this." Jim said suddenly.
Blair knew
what Jim was referring to. Blair had told Jim four weeks after he moved in that
he was bisexual hoping that Jim didn't throw him out. The Sentinel had taken it
in stride, and had not kicked the guide out of the Loft.
"Yeah,
unfortunately I have to do everything wrong to do it right this time."
Jim stepped
into he circle, dropping to his knees, then looked at Blair in confusion.
"What do you mean?"
"Well,
normally I would stretch your uh...anus." *What is wrong with me. I've
been with guys many times before, and normally always top. Why am I getting
flustered now?* He thought, *Because this is Jim. Mr. 'straight as an arrow'. Because
this is wrong. Jim's not Bi, he's not gay. He's a virgin who never even thought
of being with a man. And now for his first time he has to bleed. Oh god, this
is just so wrong.*
"You
still with me, Chief?" Jim asked. Blair could hear the nervousness in the
Sentinel's voice.
"Um,
yeah. What was I saying."
"Your
were telling me why this is wrong."
"Um,
yeah. Well like I said normally I would stretch your anus and use lots and lots
of lube, but according to the book you have to...b...bleed, and so I am going
to have to do it, " He swallowed nervously, "dry." The last word
came out of his throat like a croak.
Jim went to
his hands and knees as Blair spoke. "Oh." Was all he said.
"But I am
not going to do it completely dry. I have an antibiotic ointment that I'll use.
This way it can serve a double purpose. I just can't use a lot of it."
Jim nodded.
"Just tell me what your going to do, okay, Chief."
"Alright.
Well first some tribal music." Using the remote he turned on he CD. From
the speakers, soft drums pounded in rhythm. "Now, I am going to rub this
nut oil over your body." He cleared his throat, "Uh, I am going to
have to cover everything."
"Don't
worry about it, just do what you have to do."
Blair nodded,
and poured some of the oil into his hands, then rubbed them together. He
started at Jim's shoulders, rubbing in circular motions. At the first touch,
Jim flinched, and when Blair would have taken his hands away, Jim had told him
to continue. Gulping, Blair had proceeded to do just that, rubbing the oil onto
Jim's light colored skin. He moved form the shoulders down to the firm
buttocks. Rubbing the oil into the cheeks, Jim moved his hands down Jim's
thighs, avoiding the ball sack and flaccid penis that hung between his legs.
Once he finished with Jim's feet, he started back on the shoulders and moved
down each arm. To keep the sentinel from zoning on his touch, he talked in a
sentinel soft voice. When he finished with each arm, he gently pushed Jim up
onto his knees, and began on the sentinel's neck and chest down to the flat and
muscled abdomen. His hands moved lower over the freshly shaven skin to the
flaccid penis. Blair rubbed the oil onto the member which never stirred beneath
his touch. Disappointed, but not allowing it to show, Blair finished up rubbing
the oil onto the testicles. When he was done, He used his voice to guide the
sentinel back onto his hands and knees.
Wiping his
hands on a towel, Blair then picked up the tattoo gun. "Jim, turn your
pain dial down to about a two."
The sentinel
obeyed, and then jumped slightly when Blair turned the gun on. The vibration
whirred in his ears, and then Jim felt the first sting on his left buttock
cheek.
Blair tattooed
the design from the book carefully. He could feel Jim tensing up beneath him,
and absently Blair rubbed his other hand soothingly over the sentinel's back as
he drew.
When it was
done, Blair wiped of the trickled of blood with a towel.
Jim released a
breath with a hiss.
Patting Jim's
back soothingly Blair whispered, "Its almost done, Jim. Just a little
longer."
Jim nodded his
head, and Blair stood up and began to remove his clothes. When the
anthropologist was naked, his penis swollen, hard, and leaking, he placed his
clothes outside the circle, then sat crosslegged behind Jim. In half lotus
position, Blair breathed deeply the scent of the incense and the candles,
trying not to stare at the white globes before him.
Jim shivered,
but not from the cold. He had seen Blair's leaking hard cock, and felt a shiver
of fear surge though him. His mind screamed at him to stop this, but Jim could
not let the beast win. He could not allow it to come forth again and possibly
kill someone. Taking deep breathes Jim tried to calm himself down.
Blair watched
Jim shiver and his eyes misted up in tears.
"Finish
it, Blair." Jim said.
Blair reached
over and picked up the antibiotic cream. He smeared some on the head of his
cock.
*I can't be
doing this...oh god, what am I doing..."
Blair finished
smearing the antibiotic cream on the head of his cock. He smeared some on one
of his fingers, then slowly moved the finger toward Jim.
At the first
touch of his guide's finger against his anus, the sentinel flinched. It was
enough.
Standing up
quickly, Blair threw down the bottle of cream, "I can't do this! It isn't
right, or fair! Dammit!"
"Blair do
you want me to spend the rest of my life chaining myself up at night. Should I
go out and get a kennel? Maybe a some food and water bowls? A collar?" Jim
said not moving from his position in the circle.
Blair looked
at his sentinel. Blair cock had deflated at the flinch, and was now just barely
half hard. "You don't play fair, Jim."
"When it
comes down to life and death, no I don't. If we don't do this, I will be forced
to make sure that I don't harm anyone ever again."
Blair wiped
the tears from his eyes and face.
"Alright.
Dammit, what if I hurt you to badly. How are you going to explain that to the
doctor."
"I'll
just say my boyfriend got to rough."
Blair's heart
clenched. He had always hoped to hear Jim call him his boyfriend. *A fantasy,
Blair. After today, Jim won't ever let you touch him that way again.* Blair
thought to himself as he moved back into the circle and picked up the
antibiotic ointment. Squeezing some more out onto his finger, Blair then rubbed
his finger over Jim's opening, ignoring the flinches from Jim, but inside each
flinch was like a stab to his heart.
"I need
you to spread your legs wider, Jim." Blair whispered, and the sentinel
complied.
Wishing he
could do it right, and put his finger inside Jim and stretch the sentinel,
Blair finished smearing the cream on the outside. The book was explicit. NO
penetration except for his guide's cock.
Tears leaking
from his eyes, falling down his face, Blair stood up on his knees, gripping
Jim's butt cheeks with his hands spreading them to reveal the small virgin
opening to Jim's body. He aligned the head of his cock against Jim's anus. The
sentinel squeezed his eyes shut, and gritted his teeth.
Blair rubbed a
hand over Jim's back, and began to talk in his best guide voice. "Jim, you
have to relax now. Relax your muscles. It will hurt worse if you don't
relax."
The sentinel
listened to his guide, and his body obeyed, relaxing as much as he could.
When Blair
felt that Jim was relaxed enough, the guide took a deep breath, then exhaled
slowly. He pushed forward with his hips, his cock pushing inside Jim.
Unexpectedly, the sentinel cried out in pain, and Blair's own cry of anguish at
the sound of pain in his partner's voice echoed with Jim's. But the guide
continued to push forward into the tight rectum, until he was inside to the
hilt, and his balls rested against Jim's ass. The tunnel squeezed against
Blair's cock almost painfully, trying its best to expel the foreign object.
Blair saw blood trickling out of the hole and down Jim's thighs. Closing his
eyes against the sight, Blair withdrew to the head, then plunged in again, then
again. Each time he could hear Jim's whimper of pain.
The passage
was so tight that after five thrusts, Blair came deep inside Jim. Blair cried
out, from the orgasm, from the pain in his heart. When his cock had softened,
Blair slipped himself from Jim's body, and the sentinel collapsed onto the
floor, crying softly. Blair looked at his softened cock covered in Jim's virgin
blood. Turning his eyes from it, Blair went over to Jim talking softly,
reaching out, hesitant to touch the trembling sentinel.
But Jim,
sensing his guide near, turned and wrapped his arms around Blair, ear pressed
to Blair's chest, the familiar heartbeat loud and strong in his ears.
Blair petted
Jim's short brown hair softly, whispering in his guide voice to soothe the
agitated sentinel as Jim cried softly into Blair's chest.
Time passed,
Blair wasn't sure how long. The bleeding had stopped, and the blood on Blair's
cock, and Jim's thighs and ass had dried.
The sentinel
had stopped crying and only held onto Blair.
"I had
hoped our first time would have been wonderful." Jim said surprising the
hell out of Blair.
"What?"
Blair asked unsure if he had heard correctly.
"I wanted
to tell you. I was to afraid. I went through forty years of my life knowing I
was straight, and this past year questioning it." Jim continued.
"Oh, god.
I don't know what to say." Blair said shocked.
"Say
you'll stay with me. Help me to believe it could be better than this."
"I'll
never leave, Jim. I promise you that. And I will help you. I'll show you how
good it can be. We'll go slow, I promise."
Jim nodded,
then pulled his head from Blair's chest, and leaned up, his lips touching his
guide's. Blair welcomed the kiss and returned it. His mouth opened, and touch
Jim's lips which opened to accept the intruder. Blair's taste filled the
sentinel's mouth.
When they
pulled apart, Jim smiled at Blair who smiled back.
"Jim, I
need to check."
"It's
alright, Blair. I can feel it. Its just a small tear, long but small. I won't
need any stitches, but I'll have to be careful."
"Are you
sure?"
"Yes, I
am sure."
"Alright.
We need to get cleaned up. I bought another enema kit. You'll need to clean
yourself good to prevent infection."
Jim nodded and
the two of them went into the bathroom.
Later that
night, Blair lay on Jim's bed watching the sentinel sleep. Jim had placed the
harness on himself, wanting to be sure that he wouldn't change again. Blair
himself lay on his side. It had been an hours since Jim had fallen asleep.
Suddenly Blair
saw the glow over Jim's body, and when it was gone, a black jaguar lay in Jim's
place. However, the jaguar did not fight the chain or growl. Instead it stood
up and looked at Blair with Jim's blue eyes, and Blair saw the recognition in
the blue depths. And Blair knew the ritual had worked. Jim had the ability to
shift, but kept his human mind in the jaguar body. Jim licked Blair's face, and
Blair laughed. Blair removed the harness from the jaguar, and the big black cat
lay back down on the bed, and Blair wrapped an arm over the furry body. The
glow returned, and Jim was back in his human body. He snuggled up against his
guide's chest and slept peacefully in his lover's arms.