Thug Brothers
Another commission for strangleddragons on FA.
The wolf hurried down the empty street, trying to get home with the meagre supplies he was able to buy. Ever since the ADF took control of the city, food had been scarce. Having finally been able to get some rations, he did not want to be caught out after curfew.
Turning down a narrow side-street he tensed up as he noticed a pair of young raptors walking towards him with their hoodies covering their heads.
"S'cuse me, sir. You got da time?" the younger one said, standing in front of the wolf. "It's about eight." "Thank ya, sir." The wolf relaxed as the two boys began to walk past him. "Don't mentio-ugh!" Without warning, a knife slashed through the wolf's neck, blood spurting down his throat as the larger raptor grinned and moved to catch the bag of supplies. "Sorry, dog. No offense, but scum like you don't deserve no food. This is scalie territory" With a cruel laugh, the pair of raptors fled into the evening as the wolf tried in vain to keep his life blood from escaping his open neck. Falling on his knees, things quickly faded to black. His last thought - of his wife and their newborn - brought tears to his eyes as he fell face-down on the worn pavement.
The younger raptor looked across at his brother, still trying to keep his tears from flowing down his face and onto the thin rope tied around his neck. They both stood on the flat bed of a jeep with a noose under their chins. The ADF soldiers that found their blood stained clothes as they hid in a bombed out building wasted no time handcuffing their hands and moving them to the main square of the neighbourhood. He had tried to plead, saying that they were starving, that their parents had fought and died on the ADF side. All lies, of course - but the soldier's did not listen. They just force-marched the two brothers towards their fate.
His brother was still scowling at the soldiers, but no longer tried to smart-talk his way out of this. The bruises on his face were still swelling as the soldier's set up the public display.
As he looked down at his bare feet, he noticed the multiple scratch marks on the cold metal of the jeep's flat-bed. He didn't notice as the nearest soldier gave a hand signal to the driver, but did hear the engine rev up. Before he could plead for his life he started walking backwards, trying to keep the noose slack. His brother did the same. As the jeep accelerated, he lost his footing, claws clenching and arms flailing to try and recover his balance, but it was all in vain. The jeep sped away, leaving the two brothers hanging at the end of their short ropes - their final struggles leaving a few new scratches in the flat-bed, the last sign of their life that would remain. The rope dug deep into the smaller raptor's neck, as his legs struggled to find the ground beneath him. As he spun, he noticed the same look of agony on his brother's face as well as the darkening of his cheeks from the building pressure. Unable to stop himself spinning, he soon swung around to face the crowd of soldiers and their smiling faces as his tail bumped into his brothers. He tried again to call out to the ADF, to beg for his life, but nobody moved to save him. He tried to hold on to his brother's tail, to wrap his own around it for comfort, something he'd done since his hatch-day when he was scared, but his body slowly swung less and rotated away from his brother's back. The sound of rushing blood in his ears began to drown out the mocking words of the soldiers. He could not even hear his brother's chocked gasps now. Tears and saliva began to soak into the dirt- and blood-stained hoody he wore.
His brother's face was fixed in a pained grimace. He pulled at the handcuffs, trying to free a hand and reach for his neck - but the strong steel held firm. Closing his eyes, he tried to will himself to breathe, as if mental force alone would allow air past the taught cord crushing his windpipe. Despite the pain, he was reminded of his fantasies - being at the mercy of a stronger man as hard hands grabbed his neck and a warm shaft penetrated his ass. It was his darkest secret. You don't get much respect for being a tail-raiser on the streets.
The dragon soldiers looked on as their latest catch of criminals kicked and spun from the overhead beam. "Fucking thugs. 'bout time we got some of this scum off the streets." "Still think this is too good for'em. You saw that dog they killed, he didn't even get to fight them." "Dog-eat-dog world."
"Think they'll piss themselves?" "The young one will, if he hasn't already. City rats like these don't got no balls, they just prey on the weak - they don't take risks" "The big one's kinda hot. Wish we got to 'interrogate' them before this. "You know the rules. Caught after curfew, you get held for a little fun. You commit a crime, you get hanged where everyone can see you. Pity it's after curfew, I'd love to force the locals to watch this."
The sergeant walked up behind the talking soldiers smoking a cigar. "Corporal, I got a little job for you. Turn around, mouth open, on your knees." "...sir... please" "Now, corporal. Unless you want to be the encore performance." "Sir, yes, sir!"
As the lowest rank member began to suck on his growing erection, the sergeant looked over at this still struggling forms of the two teenagers - just in time to see the final tail twitch of the younger brother as his body went slack. The larger form of his brother was still showing occasional twitches of his feet and hands, although his eyes were fixed open and no longer blinking. He thought about the faces of their family as they discovered the pair tomorrow, the pain they would feel at the loss of two young lives (even if they were thugs). The idea of their mother gripping their cold legs as they swung slowly... as he told her of her sons' deaths - and how she could share their fate if she did not apologise and pay for their crimes.
A dark patch staining the jeans of the younger brother, a sign of his bladder giving way and soaking the cloth covering his legs, was enough to drive the sergeant over the edge - filling the corporal's mouth with a thick load of cum.
"Good job, corporal. Clean it off and report to my quarters." The other soldiers began to smirk and giggle. They knew what was in store for their sergeant's new favourite.
"Wonder how long until the other one pisses himself." "Why don't we find out?" said one of the higher-rank officers as he approached the twitching form of the larger raptor. Opening the belt and fly, the loose fitting jeans quickly fell to the raptor's ankles. Underneath, the tight fitting underwear showed a great deal of strain as they contained the noticeable lump of a hard erection.
"Fucker liked it. Damn. If I'd known that sooner I would have had some fun with him." "Not too late, sir. He hasn't blown his final load yet" a younger soldier called out, noticing the lack of a damp spot on the raptor's underwear.
Licking his lips, the officer pulled the underwear away, revealing a pair of socks that fell to the ground beneath the larger brother.
At the sight of his crotch-stuffing falling away, the soldier's began to laugh. The officer was the only one to notice the raptor was indeed erect - his stubby penis barely able to reach the bottom hem of the teen's hoody.
The officer moved closer, began to nuzzle the small length and enjoy it's young virile scent, adding to the deep terror musk of the raptor. The feint pulse of the struggling heart was still noticeable to the officer's tongue. Working quickly, he coaxed one final ejaculation out of the dying raptor. The officer's hand moved under his own fatigues, stroking his hard erection, easily double the length of the teenager's, bringing himself to a quick release that coated his fingers and stained his boxers. He kept his mouth around the shrinking dick until with a final shudder and toe twitch, the older brother died. Walking away from the corpse, he licked his own mess off his fingers and adjusted his package in his pants that suddenly felt tight.
As the bodies of the brother's began to cool in the still evening air, the soldier's looked on - smoking or stroking themselves to the edge (or over it). At the sight of the older raptor's below-average penis, a large round of laughter broke out. Once the laughter died down, the squeaking of bed springs and the grunting and squealing of two dragons rutting coming from the sergeant's barracks was audible throughout the square. The few corporals that had endured the same fate winced or tucked their tails between their legs in sympathy. They knew how rough their commanding officer liked to play. A few wondered whether he'd take a round on the cold bodies in the morning - something he had done before.