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Not much to say, really. If you've gotten to this part, then you already know what this story is like. Let me just say that things will get worse before they get better...if they get better...assuming I ever finish this (I'm actually surprised I made it this far). I don't think I need to warn you what this story is like. I'm sure you already know. * * *

Shattered, part 3 How far will we go to avoid facing the consequences of our actions... Julian wished he was dead. At any rate, that was the first thought that crossed his mind when he flitted into consciousness. He felt as if he had been hit by a train...repeatedly. For many long moments, minutes perhaps, or maybe hours, he stayed still, struggling to breathe, wincing against the pain in his chest, in his lungs, letting his scrambled thoughts fall back into order. He could hear things in his mind, voices, screams, his voice, his screams, but, what were they from. He couldn't bring himself to piece back together his last conscious thoughts... ...but images remained vivid in his mind, seared into his brain. He remembered vaguely his encounter with the others, only dimly aware of what they had done to him. The more he thought about it, the more he became aware of the agony in which he lay, and the more he feared for his wellbeing. Was he dead? Was this some kind of hellish afterlife? The last thing he remembered was choking, and then Kevin's screams... Kevin... Julian groaned, struggling to open his eyes. The room in which he was now was dark, but everything seemed so bright. He could barely make out anything in front of him, everything was in a haze. He just wanted to see if Kevin was with him, if Kevin was okay, but he couldn't even see past the end of his muzzle. What was happening to him? Where was he? What was going on? A loud crash shook him into a more firm consciousness. He could barely hear muffled shouting coming from somewhere above, as if some people were having an argument, a bad one. His hearing was untrustworthy however. He seemed to hear everything as if he was in a long tunnel, all save the unsteady beating of his heart, which was deafening. Blinking back tears from the harsh light, he struggled to move, whimpering as pain shot through every muscle in his body. He tried to move his arms, but found that they only moved together. Searing agony shot up his shoulder as he struggled to push himself up, and he bit his tongue to stop himself from screaming. Slowly but surely, he propped himself up on one elbow, his one good one, it seemed, still trying to piece together exactly what had happened to him. The more he thought about it, the more his memories returned with hellish clarity. With a flash, he suddenly remembered Bud's cock deep down his throat, unloading his cum with torrential force. Julian's stomach suddenly clenched, forcing him to double over as he threw up. His bile was unnaturally white and sticky, and even when he finished, it continued to dribble from his mouth. He took a moment just to breath, clenching his eyes shut in an attempt to block out that horrible light. The more he thought about Bud's meat in his mouth, the more hi nausea intensified, but he didn't even seem to have the strength to vomit more than once. His body was wracked with fatigue, his mind exhausted. What was happening to him? When he opened his eyes again, his vision was cleared, although his sight seemed to sway and wobble uneasily. He could see now that he was lying in a pool of blood, his own blood, and he had clearly been here for some time, maybe a day, maybe two. Turning his head slowly from side to side, he found that he was in some kind of basement. Boxes and crates of various kinds lined the four gray brick walls around him, and a single wooden staircase made its was up to a door up above. A few small, dirty windows let in some sunlight, not enough for Julian to see clearly, which was all he could have wished for at the time. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Julian struggled to his knees, wincing with every movement. His jaw felt stiff, as if it had been broken and reset, his arm was sore, his chest felt constricted, undoubtedly from broken ribs, and his rump burned something fierce. He remembered Earl, remembered the bull fucking him with such ferocious energy it had nearly killed him. Julian was suddenly certain of where this blood had come from, amongst other wounds. Julian tried to rise to his feet. For the first few tries, he never even managed to lift one leg up, but with time and effort, he managed to pull himself up, lurching forward onto a nearby wall hard, his balance sorely lacking. His head pounded, painfully, a searing hurt pulsing behind his eyes. Everything was spinning around him wildly, he could hardly stand straight, let alone walk. He felt sick again, but he didn't throw up, not this time. Why was he so disoriented and confused? Could it just be from the pain, or was it something more? Was this a result of lack of oxygen following his temporary asphyxiation? Or did Bud's repeated banging on his head result in multiple concussions? Or was it both? Either way, Julian felt nothing but pain and hurt as he stumbled his way towards the staircase, gripping the railing tightly for support, taking a moment to catch his breath and gather his bearings. His hands were tied together, he realized then, which was a sure sign that wherever he was, it was not a friendly place. He was also still naked, still unwashed and untouched since his last endeavor with the bulls, whenever that had been. He reeked of sweat, blood and cold semen, but he could barely smell it. He was certain his muzzle was broken; he couldn't smell properly, and his mouth hurt so much. How was he ever going to get through this? Was he going to get through it? Unable to control his trembling, Julian put one paw on the first step. He lifted himself up carefully, and then blacked out, only for a second, a blazing spark erupting through his head. He lost his footing and crashed forward, landing heavily on the steps, crushing his arms beneath his weight. He cried out in pain, tears welling in his eyes as he curled himself into a ball, shaking uncontrollably. Every part of his body felt as if it was broken. Why wasn't he dead? Couldn't he just die and be at peace, painless and free? Time passed, Julian's anguish never faded, but a welcome albeit worrisome numbness began to overtake him. Trying as best he could to ignore the searing pain in his shoulder, he gripped the step above him and started to pull himself up, moving one step at a time, slowly climbing his way to the top. His bones creaked and his sore muscles tensed with every movement, but through sheer force of will, which was all but gone now, he eventually reached the top. The door, slightly ajar already, swung open when he pushed upon it, and he hauled himself into the light of a brightly lit corridor. He heard the shouting again, much more clearly this time, although the words still sounded distant and faint. "How could you do this to me? To us? What were you thinking?" came a shrill cry, a woman's voice. Julian couldn't recognize it, but she sounded angry, whoever she was. "Would you just shut up for a minute! I need to think!" came a gruff reply, laden with frustration. "Oh, right. You know, maybe if you did think sometimes, you wouldn't be in this mess!" "You don't think I know that!" Julian pressed his head against the floor. His stomach was cramping up again. He felt as if he was going to throw up, but it just wouldn't come up. He coughed, leaving specks of blood on the floor, and then he started to crawl forward, making his way towards the nearby wall. The shouting continued. "For god's sake, Bud, why would you even do this?" There was no answer, although Julian could barely make out heavy breathing and nervous pacing. "What are we supposed to do now, huh?" the woman's voice returned. "We've got an unconscious kid half dead in our basement, all because you can't keep your cool. What now, huh?" "I don't know, Janine! I don't fucking know!" Bud answered, sounding enraged, but also frightened. "You could go to jail for this. We could both go to jail for this," the one called Janine said with a desperate sigh. "Fuck, Bud, why did you have to bring him here? Why did you have to do this to him in the first place?" "Doesn't matter now, it's done." Julian pressed himself up against the wall, using it to prop himself up as he struggled to his feet. Shaking uncontrollably, he made his way down the hall, leaving a trail of blood as he moved. His vision lost focused and spun around him as he moved. He felt as if his head was going to burst, but there was no point in staying where he was. He had to find a way out of here. Maybe he could escape while the two were fighting. If only he could find a way out. If only he could focus. Julian soon reached another doorway. Almost losing his balance, along the way, he stumbled into it, stepping into what appeared to be a kitchen when he suddenly came to a dead halt. He wasn't alone here. "Just great, Bud. We've got a kidnapped kid in our basement, and you can't even come up with a good reason why," Janine said, unaware of Julian's presence only a few feet behind here. Janine was a rather voluptuously shaped mare, with a slender waist and ample...assets. She was leaning into another doorway, arguing with Bud in the next room. Through his haze, Julian could tell that this was exactly the kind of woman Bud would be in to, although he probably cared for her as much as he cared for the lion. Despite Janine's obvious physical appeal, Julian couldn't really bring himself to care. Only one thought, one need burned in his mind. He had to get out of here. "The police are going to be looking for him, Bud. They're going to be questioning the people who were at the training hall last night, including you. What are you going to do when they came here?" "I don't know!" Bud roared, his voice echoing throughout the building. Julian reflexively cringed, slipping and falling to his knees, his nausea rising once again. "Fuck you, Bud," Janine said with a sigh, and then turned away, coming to a stop when she caught sight of Julian on the floor, clutching his stomach, looking up at her with a look of overpowering terror and despair. For a moment, she didn't say anything; she seemed to be in shock. She hadn't seen him clearly when Bud had first brought him in the night before, but now that she could see his ravaged, bleeding body, she finally understood exactly how far Bud had gone with him. Julian brought his hands up pleadingly, falling forward as his stomach cramped up again. He could hardly resist the pain in his chest, in his entire body. He wanted to beg for Janine's help. Maybe she would see the trouble he was in, maybe she would save him. "...please..." was all he managed to whisper, his voice barely audible, and his throat so dry and cracked his plea burned coming out. It was unfortunate for Julian that Janine did not handle pressure well. "Uh, Bud?" she said, taking a step back. Julian shook his head, begging for her to stop. If Bud found out he was awake and up here...who knew what would happen. "Would you get in here?" Janine asked, backing out the door and into the next room. "What is it now," Bud asked, stepping into the kitchen. Julian's heart sank. At first, nothing happened. Bud looked at Julian in shock. It seemed as if he didn't even recognize the lion, or maybe didn't want to recognize him. Julian cowered, trying to pull himself back, thinking desperately of escape, but he knew that was impossible now. As understanding dawned on Bud, who had never really been a fast thinker, a look of immeasurable rage crossed his face, and Julian couldn't help but stammer out pleas of mercy and apologies. What was he apologizing for? For trying to escape? For trying to live? I didn't matter. All he knew was that he had done something Bud hadn't wanted him to do, and he was sorry. "What the hell..." Bud whispered, and then he charged. Julian only had time to raise his arms before the bull clamped a single hand around his throat and yanked him to his feet. Janine looked away in disgust, making her way into another room, away from what was happening. Whatever she couldn't see couldn't hurt her, right? "What the hell is wrong with you?!?" Bud screamed, dragging Julian across the floor as he made his way back down the hall. Even in his state, Julian could smell alcohol on the bull's breath, and not just a little bit. "Why can't you just stay where I put you?!?" Julian tried to speak, but he couldn't breath. His head bashed against the kitchen door frame as Bud pulled him through, and he blacked out again, his vision only returning gradually. He legs flailed uselessly behind him as he tried to regain his footing, but Bud was dragging him too fast for that. When he finally could see clearly again, clearly being relative to his injuries, he only had time to see the basement doorway from which he had emerged for a second before Bud threw him back in. The lion hit the steps with a sickening crash. A knew pain shot through his side, accompanied by the crack of breaking ribs. He rolled down the steps, slamming to the floor with a thud, struggling to breathe as his chest seemed to constrict around his lungs. His pain closed in on him as surely as Bud, who made his way loudly down the steps. Julian barely had time to brace himself before the bull grasped him by the throat once again. "What the fuck is your problem," Bud shouted. "Why would you get blood all over my place? I'm in enough shit as it is," the bull yelled, as if all of this was somehow Julian's fault. Sick as it was, Julian was sorry, and wanted desperately to voice his regret, but he couldn't even get air in, let alone words out. His eyes flaring with rage, Bud lifted Julian clear of the floor and slammed him down on a nearby table, bearing down on him, releasing his throat only to clamp his hand down on the lion's muzzle, holding his mouth so tightly shut it hurt, especially with his semi-broken jaw. "Why would you go near my girlfriend? She doesn't want any part of this? What is wrong with you?!?" Julian tried to speak, but he couldn't focus beyond the pain. He shook violently as Bud continued to squeeze him. It didn't take long before blood started to trickle from between the bull's fingers. "What is it? Didn't I fuck you up enough? You want me to fuck you up some more? Will you listen then?!?" The lion shook his head, tears streaming down his face. Bud was drunk and furious, clearly not thinking straight and getting desperate. It was clear that the utter stupidity of last night's endeavor had finally caught up to him, but for some reason, he was holding Julian accountable for what happened. "That's it huh?" Bud growled, his nostrils flaring. "I gotta teach you to listen, huh?" Bud continued to hold Julian down with one hand, his other hand sliding down his body. Julian lifted his head to see, just catching sight as Bud undid his belt, shifting his weight for side to side, letting his pants fall to his ankles. "That's what you want, isn't it?" Julian choked, fear of the worst kind gripping him, his mind reeling and his body trembling. This couldn't be happening again. He couldn't take this again, not so soon, not ever. He couldn't speak, couldn't scream, couldn't even fight when Bud forced his legs apart, propping them on his broad shoulders. Julian could see the bull jerking himself off, rubbing his meat to full hardness, and he wept helplessly, feeling that sickness in the pit of his stomach return. It didn't take long for Bud to harden, and before Julian even knew what was happening, the bull had his cock pressed against the lion's sore and bleeding hole and was already starting to press in. Bud's cock was just too damn big, longer than Earl's, and thicker too. Julian's eyes grew wide as Bud struggled to force him up, screaming wildly, his cries muffled as unspeakable agony flared to life within him. Bud hadn't even loosened him up like Earl had the time before, and Julian had all his earlier injuries to contend with, but Bud didn't care. He pushed in until his cock wouldn't go any further, getting a good three inches before he jammed, and then he started to force. Unlike Earl, Bud didn't stop. He just kept pushing, fueled by pent-up lust and drunken rage, fighting against Julian's unwilling body. Earl had pulled back before resuming the assault, giving Julian's body the time it needed to relax and recover; Bud didn't. Julian screamed again, blood trickling down his face as Bud continued to crush his muzzle. Bud kept pushing, grunting in satisfaction when another few inches of his cock pushed with a single thrust, jamming again a little deeper. Julian's breath caught in his throat, his body convulsing violently in response to the unspeakable invasion. He threw out his arms, trying desperately to push Bud away from him, the get the bull's throbbing member out of his body. Bud caught his bound arms with his free hand, yanking them hard to the side, causing the lion to wince and cry out in agony, his shoulder throbbing painfully. The lion was shaking violently, thrashing about in an insane fit of suffering and terror. Bud had a hard time keeping a hold of him, the lion's body being so slick with sweat and blood, but the bull's superior strength, and the lion's extreme fatigue, made it relatively easily. Bud let out a satisfied grunt when his fervent exertion allowed him to push in another few inches of his rock-hard malehood into the tight warmth of Julian's ass. He could feel his arousal running rampantly out of control, and he loved the feeling. "Is this what you want, huh?" he asked, jamming his cock hard against the lion's narrow passage. "Is this what you want me to do to you?" Julian couldn't answer; he couldn't even hear the words. His eyes were rolled back, every muscle in his body trembling with visible, extreme tremors. Bud had to press down on him to keep him from shaking so, still clutching his muzzle with enough force to draw out blood. Bud snickered at the lion's weakness and continued his pushing, lifting himself up for better leverage. Sweat beaded his brow, his body burning from the exertion, and he was just about to give up when Julian's body finally let go and took him in, enveloping his cock to the hilt. Bud slammed himself home, and without so much as a moment for Julian to prepare, started to wildly pump himself back and forth. The table on which Julian was pinned lurched forward with every one of Bud's rabid thrusts until it finally pressed against the wall, crashing against it with each push. Bud held on tightly to Julian's muzzle, using it as a pull bar to slam himself into the lion's tight hole with even more force that he was already managing. It didn't take long before he was riding the waves of his mounting orgasm, on the verge of going off already. For the second time that day, Julian wished he was dead, and he was almost certain that if anything killed him, this would be it. This, however, was much worse than his time with Earl, and not only for the pain it caused, but for so much more. Bud's cock was unyieldingly hard, and had a natural curve to it that caused the bull's plump, rigid cock-head to rub hard against Julian's most sensitive spots with every push. Through the searing agony, Julian could feel his own pleasure growing, that same, agonizing pleasure he wished he would never have to feel again. Bud could feel it too. He could see that glazed look in the lion's eyes. "Yeah," he whispered sadistically, pumping away like a jackhammer, " I think you're doing this on purpose. I think you want me to fuck you, you cock slut!" Julian screamed when Bud finally released his muzzle. Bright spots of light exploded in his vision every time Bud's cock slammed all the way into him, and he could feel himself growing more and more lethargic, his pleasure only numbing his resistance while the pain only intensified. With one hand now free, Bud pushed it in between the lion's legs, rubbing his sheath, already feeling Julian member start to poke out. He grasped it, rubbed it, stroked it to life, chuckling sadistically when the lion shook his head, pleading for him to stop, his words sounding delirious, his eyes flitting in and out of focus. Julian didn't want to be made to enjoy this. He didn't want to cum again. Bud, however, didn't seem to have any intentions in making Julian cum, though. It was clear from his expression that the only thing he was interested in was satisfying his own urges. He didn't even seem to remember that he was trying to teach the lion a lesson, trying to remind him that he was to do as he was told. No, that was all secondary now. What was more important to the horny bull now was the lion's tight, hot ass encasing his cock, and damn it felt good. "You want it harder? Is that it?" Bud asked between satisfied grunts, pumping himself in and out of Julian's body harder and harder, moving like a piston, with mechanical might and sheer, uncaring force. Julian threw his head back and screamed, howling in agony, his mind fading into unyielding blackness. He couldn't take this anymore, couldn't resist. He wanted to die, wanted this to end. He felt Bud grab his muzzle again, squeezing it shut harder than before, yelling at him to shut up. He couldn't hear anymore, couldn't feel anything but the rubbery feeling of the bull's member banging into him. And then, with a single sudden pull, Bud pulled out, pushing himself away from the lion, running a hand through his head as he swore. Julian struggled to control his breathing, rolling onto his side. He could barely hear Bud over his own beating heart, his own helpless sobs, his own unending suffering. Bud didn't seem to care. The bull moved to the steps, collapsing onto them, holding his head in his arms. He was talking to himself, whispering, cursing. Julian couldn't hear. He didn't really care. Right now, everything just hurt too much. Nothing was making any sense. He could feel himself losing his mind...at least that's what he thought. What did it feel like to lose one's mind? He wasn't sure, but this must be it. "Damn it..." Bud whispered, slowly rising to his feet. Pulling his pants back up, the bull turned and started back up the steps. Julian craned his neck to see him, fighting to see through uneven vision. Everything seemed so far away, so unclear. What was going on? "Please...please Bud," he managed to cry, his words shaking as violently as he was. "Shut up," was Bud's only reply. He didn't sound angry, or frustrated or even annoyed. He sounded...distant, as if something was wrong. Julian didn't care anymore. What was left for him? They had already done everything they could to him in the space of a few hours. What was left? Would they kill him? Julian was wishing they would. "Please..." he cried, his eyes brimming with tears. "Please...I..." "Shut up!" Bud roared, spinning around, his eyes flaring with rage. Julian choked, struggling to pull himself away as the bull bore down on him, gripping him by the throat and throwing him to the floor. Julian gasped in pain as Bud landed heavily on top of him, driving his knee into the lion's chest, holding his head down with one hand while he brought the other one up above his head. "Shut...the...fuck...up!" he yelled, ending every word with a full powered punch into Julian's head before dropping him and staggering back. Julian collapsed, coughing up blood, his vision dark, unable to see anything at all. His ears were ringing, his thoughts swarming around him. Bud ran a hand across his head, looking down at his blood-stained hand in surprise. He swore again, adjusting his weight as he kicked Julian full force in the gut, sending the lion sprawling across the room. Not even taking another moment to consider the other's condition, Bud spun around and ran for the door, taking the steps three at a time, slamming the door shut behind him. Julian couldn't even find the strength to weep. He struggled to lift his head, trying to see, trying to hear, trying to feel something other than all this hurt. Blood was pooling around him, his blood. His lips moved, but no sounds came out. He didn't even really know what he was trying to say. Could he call for help? If so, who would help him? Bud was mad, not to mention drunk. Janine was terrified. Kevin was...hopefully alive, but how could he even be sure. "...why..." was all he managed to say before he collapsed, his muscles tensing when his stomach cramps returned. He blacked out again, curling into a ball as splitting headaches and nausea consumed him once more, and through the eternal, black void of his semi-conscious wakefulness, Julian faded away and passed out. * * * Bud didn't make it far. He was only a few steps away from the basement door when he came to a stop. He collapsed to the floor, propping himself up against the wall, rubbing his eyes as a dull ache settled in the back of his mind. He couldn't get his thoughts together either, and it wasn't just because he was drunk. No, this was a different feeling all together, one he hadn't felt this badly before. "Shit!" he shouted, slamming his head against the wall. He could hear his entire world crumbling around him. This wasn't right. This wasn't supposed to happen! How did this get this way. In a single night, he fucked up his entire life. What was he supposed to do now? What was he supposed to tell Janine? How was he going to get through this without spending the rest of his waking days in jail? He couldn't control himself. Even when he knew he had to stop, he couldn't help himself. The thought of dominating Julian, of bending him so effortlessly to his will, of causing that smug, arrogant prick so much pain, it made him feel so alive. And yet, despite all that, he couldn't help but feel utterly disgusted with himself, not because of what he did, but because of how much deep shit he had gotten himself into. "What am I gonna do?" Bud whispered, shaking his head. No, he wasn't just confused or disoriented because he was drunk. This was a new feeling. He was afraid. To be continued...