Down in the Celler; Chapter 5
#5 of Down in the Celler
A nearby click caused Charlie to wake from a dreamless sleep.
"Huh?" He groaned as his eyes adjusted to what little light there was in the celler. His eyes
widened in suprise when he saw the other fox from the day before standing over him, unlocking
the handcuffs.
"Be quiet." He whispered.
"Dwyn? What are you doing?" Charlie asked, "Why are you helping me?" Dwyn shrugged.
"I guess I like you." He said, "To be honest, I never really liked what Aron does to people.
You're not the first one he's kept down here."
"So you're freeing me?" Charlie asked. Dwyn nodded.
"You're cute." He said, "Maybe one day you'll repay the favour?"
"Huh?" It took a moment for Charlie to realise what the other fox meant, "Oh! Ah... I, ah, I
have a girlfriend." Dwyn paused, his neutral expression changing for a second to that of
dissapointment.
"Tch. Whatever." He said, "Just get out of here." He pulled off Charlie's handcuffs.
"Thanks." He looked over to where Aron had tied up his father, "What the-?! Where's my dad?"
Dwyn shrugged.
"Aron probably took him somewhere for some, ahem, private fun." Charlie's heart sunk.
"Where did he take him? Do you know?" He asked. Dwyn shrugged again.
"His bedroom upstairs? I dunno."
"I have to help him." Charlie stood up and nearly collapsed.
"Don't be stupid." Said Dwyn, "You haven't eaten in days, right? Aron likes to starve his
captives so they're too weak to fight back."
"How many others have their been?" Charlie asked.
"Dunno." Dwyn shrugged, "Aron tells me these things. He brags about the shit he gets up to."
Charlie shuddered.
"So what do I do? I can't just leave my dad here!"
"That isn't my problem." Said Dwyn, turning to leave.
"Hey! You can't just leave me. Why did you help me in the first place?"
"As I said, I hoped you would return the favour one day." With that, Dwyn climbed the stairs
and left Charlie to escape Aron's store by himself.
"I'm not going to leave my father here." He said. Charlie climbed the stairs, opening the door
slightly to make sure nobody was there. He didn't think anybody would be. Dwyn had said that
Aron was busy with his father, so there wouldn't be anybody guarding the celler. He made his
way towards the exit. He could see that it was night through the window. Charlie had completely
lost track of time down in the celler.
The fox stopped when he noticed the stairs leading up. Did Dwyn say Aron had a bedroom up there?
He decided to see if that's where his father was. Slowly, the young fox climbed the stairs.
He couldn't hear any noises from up there. Painstakingly, Charlie made his way up the stairs.
The fox felt ill, partly due to fear of being caught, partly because he hadn't eaten in days.
"Ah! Fuck it!" Charlie whispered as one of the steps creaked. It didn't seem like anybody heard,
so Charlie started climbing again. After what felt like hours, Charlie reached the top of the
stairs.
A blow to the stomach sent him to his knees.
"Thought I heard somebody creeping around." Charlie heard Aron growl, "How the hell did you
get loose?" He grabbed Charlie by his hair and lifted him up so he was looking him in the
eyes.
"Well? How'd you get loose, foxey?"
"Fuck you!" Charlie spat at the bear.
"You little shit!" Aron yelled, throwing the fox to the floor, "I'll teach you to piss me off!"
He grabbed the fox's ears and pushed him towards his throbbing bear cock.
Charlie assumed he had interrupted Aron whilst he was in the middle of something. The bears
cock was fully hard and dripping pre cum. Before he had a chance to react, Aron had shoved
his entire length into his mouth. The fox gagged and coughed around his throbbing member.
"Come on, foxey." Aron growled, "Put some effort into it and I might cut back on your punishment
later. Maybe."
Charlie began to feel defeated. He did as commanded. Forcing back his gag reflex, he let the
bear pump into him, swallowing the pre-cum dripping out of the horny bears cock.
"Yeah, that's it, my little cock slut." Aron pounded into the defensless foxes mouth, grabbing
the back of his head, panting as pleasure coursed through his body.
Aron pushed his cock deep into the foxes mouth, holding his head in place, the bear climaxed
inside of him, shooting his seed down Charlie's throat. Charlie swallowed the bears salty cum,
trying not to gag on his fat bear member.
"Mmm, you like it don't you?" Aron growled, "Just like that whore of a father you have."
A sudden burst of anger flared inside Charlie at the mention of his father. Without giving
a second though, Charlie bit down on the bears member. Aron screamed and pulled out of him.
"Bastard!!" He screamed, dealing a punch to the foxes face which sent him sprawling on the
floor, "You bastard, how dare you bite me!?" He grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and
flung him against the wall. Charlie lay on the floor, gasping for breath. He looked up and
saw a slim chance of escape.
As Aron readied a kick to Charlie's side, the fox delivered a swift punch to the bears
balls, sending the stronger bear to his knees, gasping for breath.
Charlie leapt to his feet, having gained his second wind, he ran towards the end of the hall
as fast as he could and flung himself through the window.
"N-no!!" Aron screamed, "Fuck!"
Charlie landeed awkwardly, injuring his wrist. He let out a yell of pain as he tried to
force himself up before Aron caught up with him.
The fox, injured and bloodied from the fall, limped away from the sadistic bears store.
He heard him kick the door open, screaming after him.
"You'll be sorry, you little bastard!" He screamed.
Charlie limped into the middle of the road, feeling hopeless and defeated. He froze and
covered his eyes when he was overcome by a powerfull light. Before he had a chance to
realise what was happening, he was knocked into unconsciousness by the car speeding towards
him.
The room was blurry and Charlie could just about make out a blurry silhouette
of a person. Assuming it to be Aron, the fox lashed out at whoever was looking over him. He
heard a mans voice.
"Hey, hey! Relax, you're all right." The room cleared and Charlie stopped thrashing.
"What... What happened?" He asked, his voice weak.
"You were hit by a car. You're in the hospital now, you'll be fine."
"D-dad...?" Charlie groaned.
"Dad? Was he with you? The driver didn't see anybody else."
"No." Charlie tried to speak, but found his voice growing weaker, "M-my... Dad..."
"You're wearing yourself out. Go back to sleep and you can tell us what happened in the morning."
With that, the voice was gone.
Charlie examined himself. His left arm was in a sling and there were bandages around most of
his body. He found he could move perfectly. Almost. He sat upright recalling the events before he
the car hit him.
"Everything'll be all right now." Charlie sighed, "I can tell them about Aron. The cops'll
put him away for sure." He paused and dismissed the idea.
He didn't want the cops involved. He didn't want the sadistic bastard to go to jail.
Charlie wanted good old fashioned revenge.
He wanted the bear to suffer.
To Be Continued