Poison-Chp8

Ozzie finally understood how goldfish felt like as he sat on Thrax’s lap in the midst of the din. Pretending to be very interested with his shoes, he wished fervently that this party would end quickly.
It was a bumpy ride once they were in Buffalo. Reaching Buffalo was one thing, getting to their true destination was another. Majah was not quite done with Ozzie’s new clothes, so while waiting, Thrax finally allowed Ozzie to get out of bed to watch how Cox controlled the rat to go to their intended place.

As soon as the rat was done swimming in the underground sewage and came out of one of the drainage in the subways of Buffalo, Cox immediately went to overdrive and took manual control of it. Ozzie and Thrax watched through the visual feed as Cox drove the rat to where he wanted it to go, seemingly enjoying himself, as if he was a child presented with a car video game. They went past a few restaurants and café houses, traveled through a drugstore and a sundry shop and finally into a suburban housing area.

According to Cox, after picking a few word-of-mouths from their extended relatives who were on other rats, the Serione they were looking for was staying in a white mouse’s body which was a pet to a girl named Abigail who lived in the suburban housing area. Serione wanted to make it big scale in the medical books as being the first in the Black Death family to spread her plague through common household rodent pets after the Black Death Siege—as the family called it—in the history of viral espionage, and chosen this place to be her first target. While Cox figured out how to enter the house, Majah came in with Ozzie’s new clothes. Ozzie, who was watching the journey in his night robes sitting on Thrax’s lap, hoped that it wasn’t as bad as his midriff and quarter pants, but he was disappointed.

It was worse.

Once he discarded the night robes and put on the clothes made by Majah, he realized that it didn’t need a genius to figure out that Majah made this based on Thrax’s design. It was a sleeveless one-piece black overall-like outfit which ran down barely past his knees and his back totally exposed for all the world to see. The only bright side he could see about this outfit was that it was easy to put on. He only needed to step into the outfit, pull it up over him and fasten the clasp that held the one-piece outfit together behind his neck. When he came out with it, everyone in Cox’s family whooped and whistled their approval while Thrax eyed at him from head to toe lustfully.

Ozzie really felt like he wanted to just dig a hole right in the middle of a blackhead and bury himself alive at that time.

Soon, Cox decided to wait until nightfall when everyone in the house was asleep before making their move. Cox deliberately made the rat go to somewhere visible for the house cat to see, then quickly, along with Thrax and Ozzie, made a run for it to the emergency escape pods located at the rat’s intestines, leaving the city and everyone else in it, including the mayor, to fend for themselves. Once the house cat saw the poor rat scampering there listlessly and started pouncing and tearing it piece by piece, they all escaped through the pods that ejected them out along with the blood and guts that were mutilated out. They waited patiently in the pod for the cat to gorge itself on the rat and braced themselves as it licked their pods along with the mutilated pieces and left them stuck between the bristles of the cat’s tongue. It took quite a while before the cat tried to sneak up on the pet mouse and got shooed away by the angry Abigail, but not before it tried to chew on the cage railings and indirectly dropping the pod along with its drool into the cage. They took this as a cue to spring out of the pod and hid in the mouse’s feeding bowl and waited until the mouse ate its food, swallowing them whole.

Inside the mouse city, the inhabitants were less crude than the ones in the rat, and its sanitation was tolerable at best, but they were just as dumb and ignorant as those in the dog. Cox requested an escort from the immunity force—if you could call a bunch of cells sitting there eating doughnuts and chatting away and not out there arresting germs or whatnot and totally oblivious that they were actually staring at a group of viruses (minus Ozzie) an immunity force—to take them to Serione who ran the body and just like in rat city, Serione was there sitting on the mayor’s lap. The poor mayor had a collar and a leash on just like Cox’s pet mayor, with only a pair of boxers as his means of clothing, making Ozzie feel almost relieved he was wearing what he had on him.

Serione was a very beautiful, almost mythical-looking, virus that stood just a few inches shorter than Cox and Thrax. With her silver flowing hair and pale skin matched with aquamarine and cellular leather dominatrix clothes, she would’ve made even she-cells swoon at her beauty, but Ozzie could see that beneath the elegant façade lay a deadly, ambitious mind. Serione was obviously thrilled to see Cox and his family and was equally ecstatic to see Thrax and Ozzie, praising the virus fervently about his success in getting into the medical books and his ability to take down a city and snag a pet at the same time. Once Thrax allowed Ozzie, Ozzie took Serione’s hand to kiss like a Frenchman would to a lady, and realized that her hand was as cold as ice. Thrax explained to him in private that Serione was quarter Malaria from France and her cold skin was part of the viral features in Malaria that gives humans the symptoms of cold flashes when infected. Serione insisted that all of them, Ozzie included, should join in the citywide party they were about to hold to celebrate the body’s successful pregnancy. Apparently when Abigail went to the Rodent Lovers Fair, bringing the mouse along with her, the mouse mated with one of her friends’ brown rat while she was not looking and, as all rodents’ extraordinary breeding potency, the mouse was no doubt pregnant. Abigail didn’t know about it at the moment, but every inhabitant of mouse city was rejoicing over it, and it was Serione’s perfect chance to spread her plague to the unborn litter as well.

Thus, in the party at Cerebellum Hall, besides Cox and the family, Ozzie was the center of attention as everyone both male and female there couldn’t help stopping and staring at him, their eyes obviously thinking naughty thoughts from the way he was dressed. The only thing that kept those cells at bay was Thrax’s stabbing glare and the twitch of his killer claw to those who dare to even think of wanting to steal a grope at the cell. Ozzie didn’t eat much during the party, but Thrax insisted that the cell drink whatever was offered by everyone. Thanks to the cell’s not-so-happy upbringing when he was younger and still in Frank, he was more or less quite tolerant to alcoholic drinks, but he could feel the bloat of having so much liquid in his gut that the sight of food made him lose his appetite.

Finally, towards near dawn, the party ended and everyone was all knocked out and sprawled on the floor from the booze except Serione, Cox and his wife Majah, and Thrax. Ozzie, who fell asleep on the virus’ lap with his head against his shoulder, was awoken to leave the party, but instead of going back to the guesthouse, Ozzie found himself going to the opposite direction as he followed behind Thrax’s wake.

“Where are we going, Master?” Ozzie asked in confusion.

“Just for a little walk,” Thrax said. “We drank a lot just now and we need to sober up a little. Sleeping with an intoxicated mind is not good for the head, I can assure you. Besides, we need to enjoy the coolness while it lasts. Once the mouse wakes up, we won’t have this sort of perfect temperature any longer.”

Ozzie knew the virus was right. He had that experience before. When a body sleeps, everything including the muscles and the heartbeat goes down to a rather slow rate, and when the heart is not pumping blood away as it usually does when the body is awake, the body temperature would go down just a little bit, like what happens to animals when they are in hibernation period, and everyone in the body would feel a little bit of the chill in the air. This was what they were feeling now. The last time he actually felt this cool was the day he was fired by Mayor Phlegmming for lashing out at him, but in truth he had wanted Ozzie to keep Thrax’s existence under wraps.

“Oh, I almost forgot your present from Serione,” Thrax said as he dug through his inner pockets of his trench-coat. As Ozzie watched, he saw the virus pull out a long piece of black rope with a clasp at one end and a grip handle on the other. With a smirk, Thrax looped one end through Ozzie’s collar and fastened it with the clasp, then held onto the grip handle, winding part of the loose end around his hand.

“Now we can go for that walk,” Thrax said as he gave a shove at Ozzie’s shoulder to walk in front of him. “Go on, baby. Let’s make a move on.”

Ozzie knew Thrax said he was going to get him a leash for the collar, but didn’t think that he would actually do it. Sighing inwardly, he moved ahead of the virus, feeling his gaze on his bare back as they walked all the way to the recreational park at the eye area. It was dark and deserted with only a few park lights on because there was no view, thanks to the mouse’s closed eyes, and it seemed that Thrax and Ozzie were the only ones there, judging by their echoing footsteps.

Thrax then walked ahead of Ozzie and approached a vending machine in the park. Using some spare change he had, he slotted them in and chose a warm drink from it. Opening the can, he passed it to Ozzie.

“Here, drink this,” Thrax said. “It’s nice and warm, good for curing your tipsy head and also your bloat.”

“But…But I can’t drink anymore…My stomach…” Ozzie protested but Thrax stared him down with one hand on the vending machine, making the cell cringe against it.

“You are my slave and I am your…?”

“M-My Master…”

“And what did I say you must do?”

“Obey your every order.”

“And when I say I want you to drink it?”

“I…I’ll drink it.”

“So what must you do now?”

Ozzie nodded tentatively and sipped the drink. Looking up at Thrax, he could see from the virus’ eyes that he wanted him to do more than just sip. Taking a deep breath, Ozzie chugged down the drink as fast as he could, the warm liquid flowing down his throat and engulfing his gut. He knew that Thrax was lying about the drink curing bloat because he felt more like a walking water balloon rather than feeling better, but there was no way in hell he was allowed to complain about it.
“You done?” Thrax asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ozzie quickly swallowed the last drop and nodded, throwing the can into the nearest bin. Thrax moved backwards a little, loosening his grip a little on the leash, and made Ozzie stay where he was.
“Stand there. Spread your legs a little. I want to see your body.”

Ozzie complied. He spread his legs a little and hung his arms to his sides, allowing Thrax to eye him from head to toe.

“Now turn to the side and lean forward a little.”

Ozzie did so. As he leaned forward, a little bit of his outfit sagged along with him as well, revealing a bit of his body within. Thrax’s gaze shifted to his middle and saw that the bruise seemed to look better.

“Hmm, the bruise is still there,” Thrax commented. “But I think it won’t be too long before it’s healed. Turn around. Lean your hands against the machine and stick your ass out for me.”

Ozzie hesitated for a moment before doing as he was told. He placed his hands against the machine and leaned down until his butt was facing the virus. Unconsciously, his mind went back to the day where he was asked to undo his pants while balancing the drinks on his hands, and it somehow triggered some sort of reaction to his body. He didn’t know whether he was actually aroused by it or that his nucleus was urging him to go to the bathroom, but he could feel himself leaking through his pants. Thrax noticed his body reaction and squatted in front of Ozzie’s ass.

“What’s this I see?” Thrax teased as he raked his normal claw lightly at Ozzie’s crotch, feeling the wet patch. “You’re starting to feel it, aren’t you?”

“N-No, that’s…that’s n-n-not true…” Ozzie protested despite himself.

“You’re starting to look like a proper slave now, baby. But you still have a long way to go,” Thrax grinned as he pulled at the leash to make him stand up straight again. “Come along now. Let’s keep walking, but this time, I want you to go on your hands and knees.”

“You…You mean you want me to walk…like a dog?” Ozzie widened his eyes a little, clearly offended.

“Yes, like a dog. You got a problem with that?”

It was, to Ozzie, a stupid question to ask, but to reply what he really felt was stupid as well unless he was a sucker for punishment. Mentally cursing the virus, he went down on his hands and knees and crawled after Thrax, thinking regretfully about not making the decision to just release his hold on the virus and allow himself to drop to his death that fateful day Frank died. He finally knew the full scale of Thrax mentioning before to ‘punish him properly’ and that he had not forgotten the day Ozzie accused him of being the root of his misery. He was almost thankful that the park was deserted, but he was still wary about the possibility that they were not alone and that people might see this form of display, but unfortunately Thrax wasn’t exactly allowing him to give this possibility a second thought.

Thrax walked down the park until he reached a nearby bench. Sitting down, he pulled at the leash to urge Ozzie to move faster.

“Get over here, baby. Quickly.”

Ozzie crawled a little faster towards Thrax until he was facing the virus’ crotch. Looking up at the virus, he waited for his next order.

“You know what to do next, don’t you, baby?”

Ozzie nodded, knowing very well what the virus had in mind. Patting his hands off the dirt, he reached up to unzip Thrax’s fly and took his man meat out. Just as he did the first time, he stuck his tongue out and started licking the tip before wrapping his elastic tongue around the cock just the way Thrax liked it. Once the cock hardened and came to life, Ozzie widened his mouth to take him in, trying to swallow him whole. Thanks to his elasticity, it was easy for him to relax his throat and take him to the hilt, although it occasionally probed at his gag reflex and he had to pull back a little.
As he sucked, the kneeling position he was in was causing his nucleus to protest for release of the excess liquid that gathered within it. In fact, as Thrax reached over to undo the clasp behind Ozzie’s neck that held the outfit in place—revealing his top half of his body for the world to see—he could feel it threatening to burst. Grabbing onto the lower half of the outfit to hold back the exploding feeling, he released his oral hold on Thrax’s member and breathed heavily to subdue the impending urge to pee in his pants.

“I have not ordered you to stop, Jones,” Thrax said warningly.

“P-P-Please, Master,” Ozzie begged. “L-Let me g-go to the toilet…”

“And let you walk out in the middle of your service?” Thrax chuckled seeing Ozzie’s pained, desperate look on his face. “That will not do. You wanna pee, you go right ahead and pee here. Don’t stop doing whatever you’re doing until I say so.”

“B-But…the outfit you g-g-gave me w-will…”

“It’s fine. You’re gonna wash it anyway, aren’t you? Now carry on. He’s getting cold.”

So saying, Thrax took Ozzie’s head and directed him back to his cock, forcing the cell to open his mouth and take him in again. With one hand holding back his nucleus, Ozzie tried hard to continue with his blowjob. Feeling that it wasn’t as good as before, Thrax reached over to pinch Ozzie’s chest.
“C’mon, baby. Be serious. Put your back into it.”

Unlike humans, cells don’t exactly have nipples, but they do have a sort inverted concaved membrane on both sides of their chest and that was the area Thrax was teasing, making the cell arch at the touch. With a surprised yelp at the sudden stimulation, Ozzie tried to comply with Thrax’s wishes, but it was still not satisfactory enough for the virus.

“Don’t you dare stop now,” Thrax said as he held onto both sides of Ozzie’s head and made him bob up and down his length. “Like I said, either you can go to the toilet later or you settle it right here, but you are not allowed to walk out on me and leave me hanging.”

Ozzie finally couldn’t hold back anymore. Throwing all sense of decency, he let go of the grip he had on the outfit and relieved himself as he continued to suck and lick Thrax’s rod. Everything he drank from the party till now was finally emptied out of his nucleus, making the cell sighed mentally in relief. Thrax smirked at the way Ozzie looked as if he was finally able to breathe or something. Pushing Ozzie’s mouth off his cock, he pulled at Ozzie until his arms were on his lap before lowering the rest of the outfit until the cell’s buttocks were revealed—but not entirely taking it all off—and spread whatever wetness was on Ozzie’s seat of the pants around his hole.

“We’re not done yet,” Thrax noted. “I’m going to cleanse you properly inside out after what that rat of a cell did to you. I want to make you mine and mine alone.”

With that, he made Ozzie straddle him with the cell’s back facing him and held him firmly by the hips before pushing him down onto his saliva-coated cock, earning a strangled moan from the cell. As usual, Ozzie’s physical structure allowed the cock to slide in quite easily and the initial burn went away as soon as it came. Thanks to Thrax’s massive length, it quickly hit the spot that made Ozzie scream uncontrollably, its ridges rubbing against the inner muscle to stimulate him some more.

“Move your ass, baby,” Thrax said as he thrust slightly upwards into Ozzie. “I can’t do it all by myself, you know.”

Ozzie, against his better judgment, started bobbing his ass up and down, feeling the ridges rubbing within him as his spot was assaulted again and again, making the stars flashing in and out in his mind’s eye in a frenzy. Thrax reached both his hands around Ozzie’s waist to cup the cell’s sac and hold his manhood, massaging and pumping them expertly in time with Ozzie’s rhythm. Trusting Thrax not to castrate him, Ozzie continued slamming down against the virus’ cock, bringing himself closer and closer to the edge despite the fact that in the back of his mind, he was not supposed to let himself go unless his Master said so.

“I’m…I’m c-c-cumming~!!”

Before Thrax could stop him, Ozzie lost himself to the crushing orgasm that hit him like the muscle did when he accidentally blew up the main nerve receptor and cause Frank to get a cramp. String upon string of his seed was released, staining his thighs and Thrax’s hands. The tightening of his inner muscles made the virus lose control as well, but not before he pulled out quickly and shot his seed between the cell’s thighs, mixing with the cell’s own. Both of them panted breathlessly to allow their orgasm to subside before Thrax reached up with a slightly trembling hand to pinch lightly at Ozzie’s cheek.

“You still can’t hold back, can you? I told you, you can’t cum without my…Are you listening to me, Jones?”

Unfortunately he wasn’t. The cell, coupled with the fatigue he already felt during the party and the afterglow of his orgasm, had already leaned back against Thrax’s chest and fell into a deep slumber, snoring away like it was nobody’s business. Thrax wanted to shake him awake to scold him properly, but seeing Ozzie’s serene face, he stopped himself.

“You’re lucky you made me feel good just now. I’ll let you off just this once.”

Wrapping his trench-coat around the cell, Thrax carried Ozzie piggy-back all the way to the guesthouse where they shared with Cox and his family.