For all it's Worth 2: Chains
Dear readers.
The warning is being raised a bar for this story. Although it is a sequel to one of my previous stories it is increasingly more violent and contains several death scenes. If this offends you or it just isn't your cup of tea you might want to consider the 'back' button on your browser otherwise enjoy the new, darker and even longer chapter of 'For all it's Worth'
Any relations to real names, places or events are strictly coincidental and are not intended to offend.
Special thanks to Cinnamon for the malicous editing of the first draft :)
M.Callahan
"So who's the kid?"
"You didn't hear? His name's Argus. Argus Fletcher."
"No way. The Argus Fletcher?"
"Yeah. A bit of a sick fuck, huh? Seems that he's got a good mind for the
sick and twisted?"
"We'll that's what the police are here for, right? Justice."
Justice. I grin to myself in the dark confines of my cell. It's damp and musty but it's mine. My solitary cell. They don't trust me in a small space with other guys anymore.
I'd become almost a household name, although he public didn't hear the details just the crimes. For weeks the various 'specialists' and 'psychologists' have come and gone, expressions from horrified to hopeful spread across their faces. The chances that I'd be released were pretty slim, since you don't do crimes as bad as I did and expect a fair hearing. Parents would be baying for my bruin blood and the odds were in favor of them getting it.
An officer of some rank or another arrives as the lines of such officers have before him. He makes me smile, one of those superior, judgmental faces that you only see on the TV. Good image really, a pretty buff wolf all badge and swagger. He tells me that the only way I'll get out of the death penalty is to give up the guy that housed me and plead guilty. Pleading is one thing but the one person who kept me safe, my last friend, is another. The officer growls, he snarls and postures. Strong, valiant and so very funny. He wants to hear my story he says. He threatens, cajoles, he says some magic words, words that bring back very vivid, very pleasant memories "Names, give --
...
-- me names" My grip tightens around the rodents throat, claws digging at the tender throat muscles and my mind and body go to war. Body wants him dead, body wants to tear the slim throat to shreds and end the rat's life. Mind remembers the pale fur, this same rat propositioning me twice, no, three times, his eyes looking only at my ass as he asked me to date him, my rebuttals both physical and mental. Hands down my mind wins the fight, I need a list to get through and the means is literally within my grasp. I can interrogate him and then kill him later. Body concurs.
I let up my iron grip and allow the rat to slide down the wall. I could tell just from his existence that he had been the first to take advantage of me. The first of twelve to stand behind me and add my name to their list of sexual conquests as they raped me.
As I thought it, my body responded. It had been numbed at first, as I woke and attacked but now my mind was wondering about the pain it arrived. I almost screamed as knives of agony tore at my insides. Barely I spared myself further embarrassment managing to stop falling to my knees. My ass BURNED. In less than a night it had been deflowered, stretched, ripped, sawn and violated. Penises of all shapes and sizes opening me, bleeding me, extracting pleasure from my battered body. A dozen fags had forcibly raped me, making my body theirs before ejaculating as a final tribute to their combined revenge. And me, I'd been unable to do anything, roped to a child's playset with my ass at crotch level.
But not now.
One of my twelve rapists was here in front of me, the only link I had to the other eleven. The feline, the canine, the dragon, the other bear, others. 'Fuck him' a voice cried out from my head 'Avenge your bleeding asshole here. You're going to kill him, might as well make use of the only hole you'll see before prison'
I smiled and laughed what an odd little ditty. It didn't rhyme but it was catchy.
The rat screamed as I tore his shirt off. His shoulder was fucked, smashed in my hasty rage now wrenched as the tattered remains of his shirt fell from him.
"Y'see rat. I'm curious. This fag sex must be pretty good if it manages to line up a bunch of guys behind a bear. It seems to make even the lowest rat scum feel macho."
"My name is..."
"I don't give two shits what your name is. There are eleven other names I'm interested in and before the sun comes over those trees I'll have them all. Right, vermin?"
He whined, cradling his smashed shoulder. I think he knew, right there and then what his fate at my hands would be. I pulled his pants down around his ankles, but surprisingly as I went to slip them off his feet a knee rose to catch me in the throat. When it came to kicking the rat had no skill. Maybe in gym class, if he'd paid more attention to the lesson instead of my ass he could have winded me, made a break for it. Instead it annoyed me even more. I flung the pale furred rat over the ladder that made up part of the slide and something inside him crunched, making the vermin squeal and gasp for breath.
Now our original roles were reversed, the rat was bent over a playset and I was standing behind him. He spun to face me. From a purely jock point of view the kid had potential, fair build, a little on the short side but capable, maybe of developing those muscles and becoming a powerhouse. But my eyes weren't evaluating him for the football team, they sought the tool that had destroyed my anal cherry. His crotch was slick with excess, the same fluid that I sensed running down my own thighs, born of my defeat and his perverted pleasure at my submission. My paw wrapped around his moistened sheath and squeezed until the rat cried out again. Disgusted at both of us, I dropped the limp flesh.
"What? My naked body doesn't turn you on anymore? Not worth a second look from the front I suppose." I jerked on my cock harshly, willing the blood to flow. I wasn't aroused by the sight of the cowering rodent. Apart from bringing him pain I didn't want to do this at all. He was just a means to an end. "Come on rat, raise that leg up. You strike me as the kind of guy who bends over in the showers and lets the stronger guys do whatever they want to do with you. Weak."
I pushed his leg up against his good shoulder and pressed our bodies together. Still deftly fisting myself I wedged my stiffening cock between his flexing buttocks.
"Tell me what to expect, rat. Tell me how it'll feel when I cram my stiffy up your ass. Will I enjoy it? Will it hurt you? More importantly, tell me who the other guys in your little gang are." Cock in hand I pressed my wide bruin tip against the rodent's tight hole. "Eleven names and..." I grinned. "I'll let you walk, busted shoulder, ripped clothes but you'll walk."
Whining pitifully the rat looked into my eyes, perhaps he was looking for
mercy or even a spark of compassion. What he saw instead was my intent.
Whimpers of pain were forced from the rodent as my fist squeezed the fat head of my dick against his tiny rosebud. Weakly he beat my chest with his untrained fist but greater resistance was coming from his tiny sphincter than his useless attempts at trying to harm me. His struggling intensified as I broke him in for bear cock. My now quite hard dick was slowly easing between his clenching muscles, undaunted. I didn't understand why I was going easy on him. I was softly taking him, I'd boned chicks harder than this, and tight virgins had been ridden harsher. This fag, this rapist fag who had degraded me in front of his friends, had thrusted his balls against my ass, with one stroke had popped my cherry and stole my anal virginity.
My bloated head popped into him. There was no cherry here, no virginity, long since gone by some nameless stranger, probably taken over a bench, held down and forced, maybe even begging. The vermin choked. Shuddering he fell against me, his uninjured arm wrapping around my neck as he cried into my muscular chest. He was panting, sweating and moaning throatily at my intrusion, holding the massive head of my dick inside him.
"Thank you," he moaned against me and his eyes sparkled, a long rodent tail wrapped around my thigh. He was enjoying this? He wanted me fucking him? I realized that I wasn't giving him a reason to not want it. He wanted me as a partner, wanted my caution and kindness. I laughed. That's what I'd take from him, security. He thought that he had earned my respect and admiration, and that my going easy on him was a sure sign that I wanted to make love. So, mainly to break the glittering illusion, I started thrusting.
I tore that rodent's ass apart with my cock, forcing him around my meat like the weak sack of flesh he was. For half an hour I showed him how useless he really was, how little I cared about his existence or his body. When his bowels tried to stop me I broke them in. My shaft christened its new home with pain, learning about its conquest before following the twist of intestines, and by the time my balls rested against his clenching cheeks I had broken every pathetic internal door he had.
Within minutes the names had flowed from him as he begged me to go back to being gentle and soft. I paid him no heed of course; I pushed his body away from mine as far as I could get him so just a paw and my cock touched him, his tail still desperately clinging to my leg. I used him, like he had used me, opening him up, filling his space with my huge girth. In retrospect I wasn't even fucking him, I was just hurting him with my cock using my maleness to attack his insides.
His little vermin ringhole was never meant for the overwhelming girth of stiff bearcock, evident from the spattered bleeding I was inducing. If his sphincter wasn't so used to dick I suppose it would have been worse. Seven names he gave me, seven. Slightly more than half. I tried to get more, working his bowels like a violin, different strokes, angles, and speeds. He screamed, begged, yelled but in the end he started to enjoy it, his cock was stiff and he was dripping all over himself, aroused by his own rape.
I pulled out and the pale rat sagged against the bars. My eyes capturing his battered body, his lewdly spread legs revealing his wide bleeding hole but I was more disgusted at myself as I used his shirt to wipe the blood from my cock.
"Aren't you going to cum in me?" He looked terrible, tears streaking through
the grime on his face but eager for more. Eager. It sickened me.
"No. I wasn't fucking you, just getting names."
"I came in you, twice. You'll remember me for days. And you're not even
going to pay me back?"
But he won't feel anything for days. Already my claws have sunk into his chest, burying themselves in the soft flesh. I plowed my paws deep, deep into his body and then clenched. "No. I won't remember you"
...
I did everything I promised to the rat, everything and more, well except for the whole 'letting him go' thing. 'But is it justice?' I asked myself, perched in the forest behind a house of another rapist. A fox.
For someone who had his cock up my ass all night he looked remarkably energetic, bouncing around with his younger brother, both shirtless and playing ball in the back yard. But under the facade I could smell him. Smell me on him.
The ball rocketed along a random trajectory, angling toward my hiding place. An orange and white comet gave chase into the concealed tree line. A young comet, not much older than nine. Not my target, but perhaps useful for getting him.
I took him out, that furry comet, punched him right in the back of the head. The small body, just the right size for bait, would be down and out for hours. Picking the little vulpine by the scruff of the neck I waited.
"John! John?" Less than five minutes later the older brother followed the cub into the bushes. Cautiously he trod among the trees, following his kid brother's scent, expecting an ambush from someone no taller than five foot. I let him almost walk into me before I said anything, concealing his brother behind the closest tree.
"Bruce Hallier." He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at me in shock. "What's it been, eight, maybe nine hours since you mounted me and forced your fox spunk into my asshole? Huh, buddy?"
"Oh shit!" He turned to bolt, no chance that I'd catch this fox in a race.
"Bruce, Bruce, Bruce. If you take more than a few steps towards the phone, then all your punishment will go to your adorable little brother. I wonder, does he have the tendency to tie up his little friends and rape them? Because that's what we were, right Bruce? Friends. Not best buds, but hardly enemies, right Bruce?"
The sight of his brother had frozen him, but he still snarled. "Don't sweeten it. You were an arsehole," he spat at me. "A backstabbing bruin piece of shit that made me a backstabbing piece of shit. Why someone didn't think of tying you up and fucking you earlier is beyond me."
I can't imagine the look in my eyes but it couldn't have been very nice. "Tell you what, Bruce, get on your knees. You might have been a friend, hell, if you had a good reason you might have gotten out of here with just a few bruises. But not now."
He turned to bolt again, brought up short by my words. "You forgetting something Bruce? This little thing might snap if I hit it too hard." I swung the lithe body of his brother around like it was a candy bar.
The look on his face was almost worth it: Despair. He loved his little brother, that would make him stay.
"What do-?"
"Get on your knees fag. Times wasting, ten more on the list."
"Who else?" He smelled the air. "Oh god, Pete? What did you do to him?"
"Knees, now."
He dropped to his knees as ordered, eyes so focused on my bloodstained claws that he barely noticed my foot connecting with his chin. His head snapped back and he rocked backwards into a tree.
"Now get up."
I didn't pull any punches on Bruce, one handed I laid blow after blow on the person who had called himself a friend. For his brother, Bruce took the beating, and took it well. When I was finished he was battered, breathing heavily, a trickle of blood running down his tangerine fur from his split
lip. I remembered why I was there.
"Okay Brucie boy, I'm going to go for a minute, if you're not here when we get back... Well, let's just say your little bro might never fully grow back."
He tried to rise, whimpering. "W-Wait, where are you going?"
"You'll see when I get back. Remember, not an inch."
"Argus, wait-"
"Don't you dare say my name you little fuck!" I screamed at him, laying another kick into his defenseless belly.
"Oh god, Ar-... Please, I beg you, don't hurt my little brother, please!" But he didn't dare follow me to thee house, his begging fading behind me.
I dropped the little kid, still unconscious, into his bed. My use for him was over and I wasn't here to hurt anyone else, especially not half grown little kids.
I liked Bruce's house, I'd been here before. Watching a movie, eating dinner, jerking off to an old porno. Old times, good times. I went to Bruce's room and grabbed the tube of lube he kept next to his mags before heading back into the trees. Good times indeed.
"Hey Brucie, I'm back, you miss me?"
He hadn't moved at all, frozen to the ground at the prospect of my hurting his brother, but he leapt up when I returned without him. I'd given the fox twenty minutes to dream up worst case scenarios but had come back sans sibling.
He whimpered softly, "What did you do to him?"
"Never mind that Bruce. I've got a few names, but I need more and you are gong to give me them to me. Understand?"
He staggered painfully to his feet. "What the fuck did you do to my little brother?!"
I effortlessly kneed the fox in the gut doubling him over. "Take off your pants."
"Why?" He was gasping for air, the word was a croak.
"Because I'm gong to fuck you in the ass."
Bruce's vulpine face twisted into a sudden unexpected grin. "Never thought I'd hear you say those words."
"Oh, I don't get anything out of it. I know that I'm big enough to hurt whatever I push into. And I want to hurt you, Bruce."
"Oh really? If you don't get anything out of it then what's the lube for?"
"It's for my comfort. Pete's ass was so dry; fucking him was almost painful for me."
"What did you do to Pete? What did you do to my brother?"
"Stop wasting time Bruce. Take your fucking pants off."
Tangerine paws grabbed at his buckle and quickly, deftly threw his pants to the ground. He stood as proudly as he could, lip still bleeding, naked and bruised in the middle of the forest, thick vulpine tail flicking apprehensively behind him.
"I'm glad you had the decency to wash yourself, Bruce. The decency to wash your cum and my slime off your cock." I stood close to him, our bodies almost touching, one of the only other males that I'd seen naked outside of a locker room. "What number were you Bruce? Where were you on the list when you shoved that cock into me?"
He shivered, but didn't back down. "S-Seventh."
"So there I was, tied to a set of parallel bars, unconscious by that stage, half a dozen guys already blown their wads. What did you think Bruce?"
His eyes were wide as he stared at me. "I thought... I thought that you were easy, for a homophobic. Loose and ready for cock, l-like it was your calling. No embarrassment, no sympathy. You deserved every dick before me and every dick behind me and to tell you the truth... I enjoyed emptying my nuts into you because I'd wanted to for a long time." The vulpine panted hard, his heart racing in his chest but he wasn't lying, he truly believe I was that bad.
My eyes narrowed. "Get on your knees."
He tried to sound brave. "Is this where you show me how much better you are than us, by revenge fucking us?"
"No, this is where you tell me some more names."
My vulpine ex-friend was the model partner. On command he dropped to his knees, spread his legs and pulled his tail aside for me.
"So eager for my cock Bruce?" I taunted. "Do you want me to take you? I suppose when we were in your house, watching that grainy old porno, you were watching me paw off more than the movie?"
He didn't answer.
I dropped my pants to the ground, slowly disrobing until we were both naked. "How about Pete. The lonely little rat with balls big enough to tie up a bear. Did he leave a mark on you? In you? Come on, Bruce, you can tell me. Did you let the little rodent ride you? Stick that little vermin prick inside you?"
He swallowed, but didn't answer.
I jerked on my cock, a little embarrassed at its lack of cooperation. "How do you do it Bruce? How do you look at a guy's ass and get hard? What little detail gleans a stiffy from another male?"
A bit of the Bruce I knew shone through "Why? Feeling a little limp?"
"Hah. You would appreciate that joke. It's just, even trying to imagine that tailhole of yours being a girl's, it just doesn't get the blood pumping. You don't turn me on in the slightest. Lucky for you I have my paws." My knees spread his legs as I slid behind him, no point in making myself uncomfortable. "Maybe not so lucky."
"Are you going to kill me?" His voice was quavering, now.
"Now now, Bruce. One step at a time." And I started to fuck my second male.
Bruce didn't cry out or yell like the rodent had. He gritted his teeth and shook and snarled but as my bearhood pushed his asscheeks apart he didn't scream. The great head of my flared phallus knew what to do with a rectum now, the rat having been a sufficient learning curve, it had taught my dick how to take another male.
Some sort of relief flooded through me as I realized that Bruce was tighter than the rodent had been, perhaps not virgin but hardly a regular cocktaker either. I still don't know why that relieved me.
Lube worked its magic, letting my swelling organ glide into the bared tail-hole, the vulpine biting off a whimper as his own body stretched to accommodate me. I watched this time, watched as his fleshy anal ring stretched, as the tiny cluster of muscles bulged and grew as it faced the pressure. Suddenly, just like that, it swallowed my raging cockhead, gripping the top of my shaft in its deathly embrace. I turned my gaze elsewhere and tried not to vomit, getting myself quickly under control.
"Not your first time, is it Bruce?"
It took a few tries, a few pained grunts before he strangled out a 'No'. I allowed his convulsing rectum to swallow more and more of my swollen meat.
"How many?"
He looked back over his shoulder at me, pain etched along every muscle of his face. "T... Two."
"Lucky you. I had two in less than an hour last night. Let's see... Who was my
third?"
"Jason, the Doberman form home-ec, he hated you like..."
"Oh, come off it Bruce, one name down. Your little friend Pete gave me seven, including yours. I do remember Jason. Before and during the rape, my first knot. Who else?"
"I... I don't remember"
My balls thrust against his buttcheeks and his vulpine head slammed into the dirt as my cock forcibly imbedded itself, eliciting a strangled grunt from him.
"Don't worry, Bruce. You will. Even if it kills you"
Feverently I crashed into the sturdy vulpine buttocks, my hard prick goring his tender insides as I began to fuck the tangerine body for all it was worth. His bowels reeled in shock at such an assault, every clench and spasm of his insides punctuated by a whimper or growl as I showed my ex-friend what it was like to be on the receiving end of MY cock.
It turned out Bruce wasn't as reliable an information source as I had hoped. Over the course of his violation I only coaxed two names that I didn't already know, and that was with me thrusting balls deep for the better part of forty-five minutes. By the time I was satisfied with my conquest the vulpine
was weak, long since run out of words. Like a piston my huge cock undulated into an increasingly raw anal ring, savaging his forced insides while my swinging nutsack bruised the same area of flesh over and over again. Women had begged for this shaft, begged for this sort of treatment at my hands and here I was giving it freely to a second guy. Bile rose in my throat again.
Horrified, my paws dropped the tight rump and the vulpine began to slide from around me. Wide and sticky, my shaft exited the beaten hole, standing stiff and ready like any good soldier while Bruce, no longer held up by my phallic anchor, lost his balance and began to fall to the dirt. But I didn't let him fall, I couldn't. I grabbed his long tail and pulled him back onto my cock, he had more to tell me, I knew it.
Like my own severely beaten hole had done for the dragon, Bruce's anal lips opened for me, taking my shaft deep into his rectum until our balls brushed together. I fucked him for another good, solid ten minutes, until I was certain that he had no more information for me, and only then did I let him fall to the dirt.
As if knowing that it wasn't going to be needed for a while my cock began to deflate. My balls were a bit sore, unsatisfied I think. I stood and stretched my aching joints Ass fucking or not, I'd been on my knees for almost an hour and they hated me for it, the joints clicking and spasming as they held my weight.
Bruce looked up weakly from the ground. "Are... Are you finished?"
"Nope. Sorry pal. Just the one thing left to do."
Bruce begged me at his end, begged me. He invoked names that were almost sacred to me, made oaths that he could never fulfill. Finally he asked me to spare him on his brother's behalf. The young vulpine would be lost without him, he swore. They had no father and Bruce was the kid's only role model. He almost made me regret breaking his neck, in the midst of this great, dank forest, but rapists don't make good role models. And they don't deserve second chances.
I keep my promises, and I had promised the twelve people who raped me that they would pay with their lives. Now there were only ten left.
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Well, less than ten now. The officer looks across the table at me, the same badge, and the same swagger. He was looking a bit green around the gills as I'd told him about the first two. The lawyer had to excuse herself from the room just after the rat had started to bleed anally in my memory.
I didn't give the officer what he wanted, I didn't tell him that after such a busy day one I had gone to the place of the only person I could trust. He hadn't asked questions, he hadn't made judgments; he had just let me in and kept me safe. My last friend, my great red dragon, Daniel.
The List
1.Peter (Pete) Shales (Desceased)
- ???
3.Jason Paulman
4.Luthor (Lex) Arons
- ???
6.Arthur Vhormount
7.Bruce Hallier (Desceased)
8.Nathan (Sims) Crozier
9.Charles (Bait)Batesel
Lyall Fechts
???
12.Chey Uden
- Peter (Pete) Shales (Desceased)
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