What a drag
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What a drag
Ivan carefully circled the two Dobermans facing off against him - two punks that had tried to break into his beloved truck while he showered at a rest stop. Without his gun, he couldn't end it as quickly as he wanted - but he wasn't about to let these two disrespect him like this.
"You two gonna fuck off, or do I gotta take you out?"
The larger of the two suddenly leapt toward him, giving him the opening he needed. Dodging to the side, he watched the Doberman fall face down and quickly pounced himself. Drawing his hunter's knife from its sheathe on his belt, Ivan plunged it into the prone Doberman's spine. He smirked at the pained howl that came from the dog as the blade pushed past fur and skin and dug deep into the bone. Ivan then rose to face the still-standing enemy. He knew the fool that charged him would never walk again and was no longer a threat. The lankier Doberman turned and tried to flee, but Ivan quickly ran him down and tackled him. He kept the dog in place by shoving a foot between his shoulders - pinning the Doberman. Quickly removing his belt, he bound the youngster's hands behind his back. He dragged the struggling Doberman to the back of his truck and threw open the doors. Pulling out a sturdy hemp rope - normally used for securing cargo - he lashed it around the struggling Doberman's ankles tightly. Once he was sure the dog could not slip out of the binds, he walked back over to his injured friend.
The strong lizard went back to the now crying, half-paralyzed punk - ignoring the pained whining and yells from help that came from his would-be burglar. He pulled the knife free, enjoying the fresh scent of blood and the second yowl of pain from the Doberman. Ivan laughed at the sight of the Doberman's pathetic attempt at crawling away. He pushed one large dirty foot down on the dog's head and started talking to his tightly-bound colleague.
"Don't worry, faggot. Yer friend won't die that quickly. But that wound ain't gonna stop bleeding unless he gets help. So lemme make you a deal. Yer gonna suck me off, and if you do a good enough job before yer lil' puppy buddy dies, I'll let ya save him"
Ivan leaned heavily on the injured dog's head, causing a fresh howl of pain from the teenager as the pressure on his skull built to a level that exceeded the painful fire in his back. The powerful trucker then moved back towards the truck and pulled the rope-bound Doberman by the shirt and forced him to kneel in front of the lizard as he pulled open his trousers.
"I feel a tooth, and you'll wish I'd just stabbed ya. Now, he don't have long, so get to work, boy"
The dog quickly started licking at the lizard's stirring cock, coaxing it fully erect with a few warm licks. Ivan slapped the kneeling dog's snout with his thick cock, before shoving his thumb in the side of the teenager's mouth to force his jaws open. He then drove his hips forward, pushing his lizard cock deep into the dog's throat - causing him to gag and pull away. Ivan drove his foot hard into the dog's gut, winding the punk and leaving a dusty footprint on the dog's shirt.
"This is yer last warning, mutt. You suck my cock like you mean it and you might just get outta here alive. Now get yer mouth back around it or I'll make sure yer friend dies painfully. Sit and suck, boy!"
The terrified Doberman struggled back to a kneeling position, and started licking on the musky lizard cock in front of him. Tears were running down his face from fear as he tried desperately to please his tormenter. Soon, the powerful lizard was thrusting deep down his throat again. The dog bobbed his head, gagging and struggling for air as his throat was pummelled again and again by the thick shaft. He could hear his partner-in-crime whinnying from pain, his loud cries slowly fading to pathetic whimpering - a sign of his life fading as he bled from the stab wound on his back.
"Good puppy... suck that treat. Get yer slobber all over it, that's a good boy. Fuck, yer throat is tight - warm too. Keep it up and ya just might make me blow a load"
The gagging dog re-doubled his efforts, now swallowing the lizard's cock as much as he could, pushing his head forward and back, knowing his friend didn't have a lot of time left.
Ivan stopped thrusting, letting the dog do all the work as he let out a pleasurable groan. The bitch on his cock started licking it again, giving their throat a rest. Soon, that broad dog tongue was lapping at his balls - cleaning off some of the slobber and massaging the trucker closer to an orgasm.
"Oh... that feels good. Yer a real fag, ain'tcha boy? Know just how to pleasure a real man like me. Now get that tongue back around my balls. They're gettin' cold on their own"
The dog struggled past his gag reflex as he bathed the musky lizard balls with his tongue, reaching as far back as he could to make sure he licked the entire scrotum - anything to please his tormenter. He whinnied as he heard the painful struggles of his partner-in-crime, but knew there was no way to help him. Tears started to fall from the dog's eyes as he realised just how grime his situation was. He moved to licking the lizard's fat cock, and received a humiliating pat on the head in return. He stroked his tongue all along the impressive length of the trucker's cock, making sure to wrap his long tongue around to moisten the top side as well. Soon, he was taking the thick manhood back into his mouth, sucking and fellating the shaft while his tongue snaked out to tease the lizard's heavy balls between bobs.
As he enjoyed the warm tongue and the sounds of the frightened dog doing everything he could to make the trucker cum, Ivan looked over at his bleeding friend that was slowly crawling his way away from him. The blood had already soaked through the dog's clothing and left a grim red streak on the ground. Breathing deeply, Ivan's mouth started to salivate at the rich scent of blood. He could see the dog's tail hanging limp between his legs, almost touching the legs which had stopped working once the lizard's blade cut through the nerves linking them to the dog's brain.
"Not much time left, boy. Yer friend's already shakin'. Better speed up if you wanna walk out of here. How 'bout I give you another hand?"
Ivan grabbed the dog's head and pulled it deep into his crotch, his thumb once more stopping the dog from biting down as he rammed his cock as far as it would go - the squeezing of the Doberman's throat with each gag and the sight of the other dog slumping down on the hot road pushing the trucker over the edge. He shot wave after wave of cum down the struggling dog's throat - his massive cock cutting off the dog's ability to breathe as he rode through his orgasm in the pulsing warmness of the unwilling fuck-toy. His toes curled in pleasure, his nails scraping the hard ground as his tail twitched and lashed. Just as the dog's eyes began to roll back in his head from lack of air, Ivan pulled his throbbing cock free of the dog's throat. The dog coughed on the disgusting taste of Ivan's thick, potent cum in his mouth but had no choice except to swallow the musky flavour of the trucker.
"Good doggy! Taken like a true fag. Now, let's see how your buddy is doing"
Ivan moved back to the now motionless body of the other attacker. He pushed the dog over onto his back with one of his bare feet. The dog's eyes were open and unfocused, a dull glazed expression visible on his face.
"Aw... guess he didn't make it. You know what that means, pup. Better say yer prayers, boy. Next stop is 50 miles"
"Please man, just let me go. I'm sorry, please you can't do this! C'mon! Just leme go, I won't say nothing, please! I didn't even want any trouble, I won't tell anyone - please! PLEASE!"
Ivan ignored the cries of the Doberman as he walked back to the truck and once again fished his cock out of his trousers. Aiming at the pleading dog, he unleashed a powerful stream of potent urine, dousing the dog in a golden shower as a final act of humiliation. He was careful to aim for the dog's nose and mouth, causing the Doberman to cough and sputter under the barrage. Ivan knew how nasty his piss could taste to a dog's sensitive tongue.
Once sated, the lizard walked back to the cabin and fired up the truck. He could just about hear the frantic yelling for help over the roar of the engine. Then he put the truck in gear and started driving. The yells faded away, but he could hear the wet "thuds" of the dog's body bouncing along the highway.
The Doberman froze as the truck roared to life - then redoubled his efforts to escape. But it was in vain. Soon, the big wheels began turning, and he was pulled off his knees as the rope around his legs pulled him behind the slowly moving truck, dragging him along the hard tarmac - the rough surface quickly ripping his clothes apart before tearing the fur and skin from his body. He could see his friend, lying in a bloody pool, moving quickly away from him - a pained expression frozen on his dead face below his tear-filled eyes.
He pissed himself in horror as his head bounced and dragged on the road's surface - the skin being painfully scraped off his head. He could feel the heat of the abrasion against his face, one of his eyes being dragged out of his skull as he was dragged along. The truck swerved, causing him to roll onto his back where his arms were pulled up over his head - his shoulders being wrenched out of their sockets from the violent force.
His screams were soon silenced as thicker red streaks began to appear on the rapidly moving asphalt. He could feel chunks of his body breaking off, first his jaw, then some fingers, then his guts - the road finally tearing through his belly as he was dragged along behind the truck. Unable to bear the thoughts of his own demise anymore, he looked down between his legs and saw the dark stain on his jeans from his bladder releasing. Soon, his head was torn free and his sundered body began to flop around - slowly being torn apart as his guts and grey matter lay scattered along the truck's route.,raptor,dragon