Ivan's pet
A commission for StrangledDragons on FA
Ivan stood over his latest fuck-toy - a cowering Doberman that he had dragged to a back alley.
"Here's what's gonna happen, bitch. Yer gonna kneel there, and yer gonna keep quiet. You disappoint me this time and - well, let's just say I ain't gonna forgive you no more."
The dog flinched as the powerful lizard walked behind him, handcuffing his wrists together behind his back. Ivan snapped the handcuffs tight - partly cutting off the blood flow. Not that the dog complained. Ivan could see the stretched anus of the dog below his stubby tail, a sign of how much abuse the dog had suffered over the past weeks under the trucker's control.
As Ivan walked back around in front of the dog, he noticed the dog was looking up at him. A quick punch to the dog's cheek nearly caused him to fall onto the dirty cement.
"What did I tell you about eyeballin' me, bitch? You keep those eyes on the ground. I fucking swear, you'd think after a month of getting your head punched in you'd learn something that simple. Now, kneel!"
The dog righted himself and kept his head down.
"You stay like that."
Ivan moved forward and bent down over the cowering dog. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a thick plastic bag and a collar. He pushed the bag over his hand, then grabbed the dog's muzzle with it. In a quick, smooth motion, he had the dog's head covered by the bag, and the collar pulled tight around his neck. He enjoyed the look of shock on the dog's down-turned face. He stepped back and watched as the bag began to crinkle and inflate, once, twice, three times - before the dog whined loudly and tossed his head sideways.
"I warned you, bitch!" Ivan said as he delivered a kick square into the dog's heaving chest. He then reached down and pulled the dog back onto his knees. "You move once more, just ONCE more and that bag won't be coming off. Stop messing around and STAY, bitch!"
Ivan stared down at his toy, the bag already misting up slightly and the broad shoulders trembling as the dog began crying silently. He had learned not to make "noises" that Ivan did not like to hear. A smirk spread across the trucker's face as the bag began to inflate and deflate fully, the dog trying to keep his breaths even and calm, the crinkling of the plastic becoming more rhythmic.
"Good boy... gotta save that air and use it slowly. Look at me when I'm talking to you, bitch."
The dog slowly raised his eyes to stare into the cruel lizard's face. Soon he began to cough, the bag now wet and starting to stick to its face as it deflated, saliva drooling and soaking into the fur above the tight collar. The dog's head slumped down as he began to lose consciousness.
"Boy... what's the matter? Not got another minute left in you?"
The dog slumped further, the bag deflating fully as his burning lungs struggled to find fresh air.
"Look at me when I ask you a question, boy. LOOK AT ME!" Ivan yelled, scaring the Doberman into turning his eyes up towards the standing lizard.
Ivan could feel his dick pushing against the inside of his pants, could smell the scent of urine from his bitch as the dog finally wet himself with fear. He watched the dog's face and tongue begin to turn blue, his eyes reddening and losing focus as the air inside the bag became toxic. The dog slouched forward, his eyes not longer able to focus, the bag barely moving.
"Can't even stay still. Useless bitch"
With that, Ivan turned around and left his ex-toy behind. He wasn't angry, or sad. He wasn't even happy; the sight of the mongrel dying had done nothing except excite his dick. He just walked away, not even bothering to look back as he heard the dull thud of the dog's body toppling over onto the pavement. He'd have to find another one to take care of lil' Ivan's demands tonight.