One at a Time (Kidnap/Rape/Knot)
'It was a dark an'-
Scratch, scratch, scratch
'A long, long time a-'
Scratch, scratch.
ap....tap...tappity-tap......SNAP!
"Dammit Dream...why can't I figure out how to freaking start this damned story?" The wolf asks, looking back towards his mate, obviously frustrated, and now searching around his desk for the other half of his snapped pencil. His ears perk as he gets no immediate response, but shrugs it off instead as him being out of the room. 'C'mon, I need a story soon or I'm gonna get the boot.' He worries, wrapping a pair of white furred fingers around the eraser half of the pencil. His tail barely finds clearance as he hops back into his chair and grumbles when he finds himself having to scoot the chair back to the desk from it rolling backwards. "Oh Blou, just relax," A fairly unfamiliar voice echoes from just behind him, causing him shiver in fear and whirl around right into the gray furred face of-
"Dream! I should try to punish you for that, but you'd like that, hm?" The blue wolf asks playfully and receiving a nod as he pushes himself away and towards his desk, setting the two pencil halves down on it and standing before stretching towards the ceiling with a groan and a couple soft 'Pop's from his back.
"I think I'm going to go take a walk, I'll be back in a bit, kay?" He says, grabbing a light hoodie and walking past the gray wolf and to the door leading outside, getting a soft playful tap on his backside as he passes the winged male.
"You realize it's already nine, right?" Dream asks, curiosity filling his voice and a shrug following close after, "Okay, just be careful then"
The wolf steps out the door with a nod and a grin, looking around at the semi-barren street and sidewalks around his neighborhood. His legs start moving again as his nose takes in the scent of the crisp cool air of the late October night. His thoughts flood each other as his paws delve into his pockets and he shivers again, the air blowing through his blue fur and shaking it lightly. He continues down onto the sidewalk and shrugs off the sudden feeling of darkness pressing on him and the feeling of a pair of eyes following him as he moves. He stops and jerks his head to the opposite side of the street, a glint having caught his eye but having disappeared. His nerves go into red alert as he continues on his way, a new unknown scent now being picked up from seemingly nowhere yet everywhere. His ears stand straight up as a whisper of a step sounds behind him before one arm moves around his neck and another hand brings a damp, stinking cloth in front of his nose and mouth, quickly filling his lungs and airways as it immediately clouds his vision.
"Here we go, he's starting to stir finally," The wolf is barely able to understand as the chloroform starts to wear off, his mind unable to make out any details of anything, a thick layer of fuzz and fog covering his senses. He attempts to shake his head in a move to clear it, but only succeeds in making his head fall to the side.
"Good morning little wolf," A voice speaks to him, causing his ears to lay back in apprehension at the unfamiliarity of the male's voice, "Don't try to struggle, you'll only hurt yourself. My name as far as you're concerned is Lance, and my partner that you cannot see either is Matt. Now, we will be performing a number of different actions on you and we expect your cooperation, we don't care if you enjoy it or not, we just request your will so you don't get hurt. Do we have a deal?" The male explains out as the wolf hears soft, pacing steps.
Bloudin goes to speak, only now feeling the large ball in his mouth, stopping any noise but a muffled "mmmph," making him instead resort to a slow nod.
"Good, we'll take the blindfold off you now, but the gag will stay in, and only because I'd like to see your eyes." The male voice says again, hearing two separate sets of paws go in opposite directions, and as one set stops, feels the blindfold tense around his head then slide off over his head. He squints instinctively as he expects to be hit with lights, but is instead hit with dim lighting and is able to immediately make out the two distinct figures. First off he can make out the bright green eyes of the one standing in front of him. The black fur covers the male's body from head to waist, where a pair of close fit jeans sits on "Lance's" lower half; his muzzle spreads in a grin as he watches the wolf take in his surroundings.
"By the way, Tasmanian Wolf or Thylacine, the later preferably" He answers before the wolf can even cock his head questioningly, turning and exposing a stiff tail sitting below four red stripes on his mid to lower back with a fifth poking out from his jeans at the very top of his kangaroo-like tail. His movements lead him over to the other form in the room, a slightly shorter but still nearly six foot red fox that seems to be shuffling though a pile of different objects, causing soft "clinks." "Matt" had no real distinguishing marks other than the fact that his tail went from the orange, to a dip in white, to a black dip on the tip. His black paw though moves over towards a slider on the wall and the lights make a quick rise up to brighter room lighting. The wolf is now able to see the pile on the table through his still dilating pupils and can make out bracers, straps, cuffs, and other miscellaneous items of similar nature. The wolf had to choke back the excitement growing inside him, had to tell himself that this wasn't just somebody playing with him, this was real, he was going to be raped. The reality hits him as quick as the chloroform had, causing his eyes to widen and him to tug at his wrists, instead letting out a soft yelp around the ball as the tightened metal cuffs dig in through his fur. A second reality makes itself known as his equilibrium starts to return, that despite his initial thoughts he is leaned a bit back and away from the two males.
"Shall we get started then?" Lance asks, turning back around with a collar and a cuff bar, "Now first off, we're going to have to move you, so once again, please cooperate" He says, moving towards the wolf and starting to undo his right hand. The cuff clicks as it releases and the white paw lashes out at the Thyla, barely able to make contact across his muzzle and causing the male to jerk back with a snarl, his own paw grabbing his nose and muzzle in pain. The fox's lip curls as he starts towards the pair, three different tones of growls echoing in the room, and Lance raises his hand, halting the fox. His eyes narrow, analyzing the wolf further, his own paw darting back in and slamming across the wolf's muzzle with an overly audible "CRACK!"
"I told you to cooperate, I tried to warn you, but you just had to be a little prick, eh?" He asks, checking his own nose and ignoring the now whimpering male in front of him, "Now, are you going to be good, or is this going to have to get unpleasantly rough?" He asks, the growl still running through his words, and smiling again as he sees the wolf nod with another whimper. He continues his previous work, fastening the leather cuff around the male's wrist, and then taking his other paw and undoing the cuff around it and fastening it into the bar's restraints.
"Now, come bitch." He says, undoing the wolf's ankles and easing him down. Then taking the wrist bar and pulling him to a nearby bed. His tail sways slightly, brushing against the wolf's on accident before stiffening again when he stops, his hand dragging the male forward and throwing him onto the bed. The mattress squeaks multiple times as the wolf lands on his front.
"Matt, you can have first go with him" Lance says, walking away and continuing to play medic on his muzzle as he passes the fox who has a more sinister look spread across his muzzle, only amplified by his vulpine heritage.
"You don't know this yet, but you're getting a gift from him. He's a bit larger than I am, so you'll be happy that I'm gonna get you nice and warmed up first. But even more first, a few additions." He finishes, now dropping the multitude of items onto the bed. His black dipped paws move across a bar, arm cuffs, a metal ring with a small clamp connecting the two hinged sides. He goes straight to work, attaching the bar between the blue wolf's thighs, locking them in place. He then moves to his back, using the cuffs to lock one forearm, undo the bar cuff, then attaching the other cuff to his other forearm, keeping them in his mid-back and tossing the bar with its own cuffs onto the ground where the metal resonates with a 'clang.' The fox stops and examines the subdued wolf, clicking his tongue in thought and looking at the remaining item with a soft, devious smile.
"Last but not least, we can't have you enjoying this to the fullest, now can we?" He asks, taking the ring and fastening it snugly around Bloudin's semi-erect member,
"Shall we get started?" He asks, moving onto the bed and immediately burying his orange furred muzzle between the wolf's cheeks and pressing his tongue against his hole. The wolf's muzzle opens in a half-howl, half-moan in response as he grits his teeth, trying to force himself not to enjoy it. Matt instead continues the teasing pressing of his tongue, only stopping after a layer of saliva covers the wolf's tail hole. The vulpine's muzzle disappears from behind the wolf, receiving a soft whimper in disappointment.
"Oh hush you," Matt scolds, grinning as he moves onto the bed, his own tented boxers sliding off with ease and showing off his sizeable member. He adjusts himself, lining himself up with the wolf as he moves forward, his cock suddenly making contact and causing the subdued male to lock up in surprise. Ignoring the wolf tensing, Matt pushes into the his hole, making little progress at first but suddenly gaining quickly as he enters, receiving a pained whimper from Bloudin, his own mind clouding with the sense of the seemingly enormous fox filling his tail hole, 'God he feels huge, and he's the smaller one' He realizes, letting out a fearful whine, and clenching tight around the fox. He can hear a deep sigh from behind him as he feels the fox hit deep in him and at the same time a furred warmth against the backs of his thighs.
"There ya go, now the most I can tell you is. Just close your eyes and relax and this will be over sooner than you know it." The fox says softly, the last half hitting the back of the wolf's neck, causing him to shiver from the blasts of warmth, "You should also feel lucky that neither one of us has particularly high stamina, especially for someone with as tight of an ass as yours." He adds in, drawing back suddenly then thrusting back with a sizable amount of force, his tip hitting deep in Bloudin again causing the smaller male to yelp in surprise. Matt doesn't allow the wolf much time to recover but instead repeats the thrusts, with only a fraction less of the force. His tip hitting deep each time and making a continuous whine to sound from the pinned male's throat. The fox moans, savoring the feeling of the tight hole squeezing his cock as he slams in. The feelings suddenly stop for the wolf as the fox stops, making him let out a soft whimper in disappointment and immediately blushing at his whimper.
"Well if you're going to enjoy this maybe I'll just make you beg for it, you little slut." The fox hisses out with a grin, making the wolf shake his head in fierce disagreement.
"I'll be quick with you, whether or not I really want to, so Lance over there can get off too and we'll put you on your merry little way" The fox says, starting to thrust quicker and harder into the wolf, a growing bulge starting to move in and out with each thrust. "Now whether or not I'm going to 'tie' you up for a few minutes after or not will rely on how impatient he's getting, and from the looks of it I won't be tying you up, but he will." The fox's knot swells to full size outside of the wolf and rams repeatedly against Bloudin as he lets out a moan and leans over the male to bury his teeth into his shoulder as his orgasm rocks through his body and into the male's hole. The wolf lets out a soft whimper as he can feel the warm fluids settle in him, then yips as the fox's member quickly retreats and leaves, accompanied by the sounds of him getting up and walking off, still letting out a couple soft pants.
"Looks like it's my turn then, huh?" The almost forgotten sound of Lance's voice cuts through the darkness to the wolf's right. His steps fall silent as he moves forward and takes his position behind the wolf. "Now, while he was extremely quick with you, I might grant you thank luxury too. Or I might just tear up your ass doubly so." Lance contemplates, grinning now and running his own erect member along the wolf's tail hole teasingly, receiving a whine from the wolf in reply, "I'll be very quick, but I'm warning you now. After I finish, a lot is gonna happen very quickly, and due to our rush, this might not be the last you see of us." He grins now, suddenly forcing himself in and immediately feeling the wolf clench around him in surprise, making the dominant male hiss in pleasure. Lance wastes no time, instead starting to slowly thrust into the male's ass and savoring the feelings as he leans forward over him. His tempo increases quickly until he's ramming the wolf with quick, powerful thrusts, making the wolf moan in pleasure and lean back slightly, only to be greeted by a large growing knot. The tassie keeps thrusting, then without warning , slams his knot into the wolf, effectively tying them and cumming hard into his ass.
'He wasn't kidding when he said quick. Too bad t-' Bloudin's thoughts are suddenly cut off by a pop and a large pain behind him. He yelps, also realizing that a certain knot is now missing, and lets out a couple pained whimpers.
"That. Is for smacking me earlier" Lance says, walking off as Matt returns with a cloth and needle. The fox moves straight for the wolf and the cloth covers his muzzle, causing the earlier unconsciousness return. Before blackness completely covers him he catches a few words.
"...needle will make him forget all of this. "
"...too bad, he's cute..."
The wolf stirs, causing a pair of ears to perk up and scramble towards him anxiously. His eyes open to look up into a pair of familiar eyes, surrounded by grey fur.
"Hello dea-"
"Oh my gosh, I was so worried!" Dream spits out quickly, hugging the prone wolf. Bloudin, coughs in surprise and looks around, wide-eyed and confused.
"Why?"
"You went for a walk, then a while later I heard a knock and you were unconscious on the door step. And, and, I was worried you were really hurt" He says, now kissing his nose, causing a sharp pain to rock through it and confusing the wolf further.
"So I end up unconscious, hurt, dazed, and confused....and I STILL don't have an idea for a story" The wolf complains, sighing in frustration and getting up to walk to his desk.
"Well, let me make you something to eat, maybe that will help." Dream offers, Bloudin shrugging before giving a small nod in reply as he sits at his desk and the grey male moves to the kitchen.
"Ugh...what am I-. " He wonders aloud as he opens a drawer to find a small envelope marked with his name. He opens it and begins to read the events listed before become more confused as he finishes, "Hey D! I think I've got an idea for a story!" He calls with a grin. He begins writing, starting with the only part still unclear to him.
... With love, L & M