A basement in 1988
A basement in 1988
Water occasionally running through the pipes overhead were one of the only discernable sounds the little german shepard could make out in the heavy bag covering his head. Jonah could feel the rope holding the back loose, but still chokingly to his throat as well as the ones binding his paws under and behind him. The little dog concentrated on anything he could, any happy thoughts he could use to transport him momentarily from this cold, rank place.
Concrete underneath him, cool against his fur. A sensation that reminded him of his parent's pool, the walkway around it. The feeling of that similar concrete, cooled by splashed water evaporating in the sun. Jonah loved swimming, and his parents had promised to taking him for scuba lessons next month for his twelfth birthday. The little pup actually felt sick as his wagging tail brushed against the cold wall, reminding him he was no where near his pool.
Jonah had already cried, he had already begged, already realized he was alone, and already attemptedto loosen his binds. Now he was content to wait, to save his energy. He was hungry, thirsty, and he was scared. All he could rember was leaving school, and then waking up in this place, blinded by his head in a bag. His voice hoarse from his earlier screaming attempts, he now wheezed with his breathing in an unnatural way for a pup.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Like a metranome keeping perfect time, the sound was nearly maddening even muffled through this canvas bag. He knew it must be dark by now, as the tempature had dropped a bit. Jonah had been there for hours.
He listened to the water in the pipes, let his mind drift away into the hypnotic rythym and found himself waggign and running through his yard, playing frisbee with his dad. The older german shepard had always loved agility based games and played them with his young pup often. Jonah whined softly in his canvas bag, curled in the corner of the room while imagining his dad kneeling down to hug him tightly. The pup's nose quivered, trying to find his dad's comforting scent but only finding the must of the bag.
Drip. Drip. *creek* Drip. *slam*
The puppy jumped in his fur, muscles tensing at the sudden, new sound. A sharp intake of breath, ending in a small yip filling the canvas sack over his head. He perked his ears best he could as he heard another louder creeking, followed by a slam and the squeeking of stairs.
The small puppy, feeling even smaller, quivered and held his breath out of instinct. Who ever had kidnapped Jonah, was now in the room with him.
Jonah held his breath tightly as footsteps approached in heavy boots. The little pup was shivering as he futily tried to hold still, to stay quiet, to blend in. He knew the kidnapper could see him, and Jonah felt his stomache go numb as if he were about to go down the first drop on a roller coaster.
The older dog who removed Jonah's bag, covering his face smiled doning nothing but his fur. The black and white border collie looked almost... sheepish.
"I appologize for the nudity. I promise, it's not a sexual thing. I am in a hurry, I can't waste time washing stains out of clothes you see?" The brown, friendly eyes of the large canine held a paw out to Jonah, before helping the puppy to his feet by lifting under his arm.
Jonah whimperd softly, daring for the first time to speak. "W-what do you want with me, M-mister?" His black and brown tail was tight between his legs with a death lock against his inner thigh. His ears were pinned and his little body shook more than his voice.
"My boy, I only need to clean you up and let you on your way." The border collie motioned to a small, empty 'kiddie pool' that jonah for the first time in his panicked state actually took a look at. A garden hose ran from the upstairs, down the stairs and hung over the edge of the small blue plastic pool.
The young german shepard had no clue if he was being lied too, but knew he had no choice. He let the the old dog pick him up gingerly and lower him into the dry, hard pool. The little pup shivered , letting a spray of ice cold water wash over him. He whimpered as the freezing water chilled him to the bone.
The old bordr collie growled lowly and panted "Yes, you need to be all cleaned up. This is a special night for us you know." He sprayed the water over the pup, using a paw pad to focus the stream into a sharp jet, elicting a whimper and nod from the little dog, to scared to try anything else while laying in the tub.
Jonah cried silently, hoping the dog did not see his shuddering chest. He lay his head against the hard plastic floor of the tub dejectadly. His eyes shot open.
His muzzle was half submerged in water, his nose would pull it in if he layed his head down like that!
Jonah screamed sharply in panic, throwing caution to the curb in favor of survival. He screamed over the border collie's shouts, ignoring him in hope that someone would hear his calls.
"SHUT UP!" The dog cracked little Jonah over the muzzle with a sharp fist, cowering over the pup and snarling as he watched red blood bubble out of the dazed puppy's nostrils, swirling in the clear water. The older dog watched, panting a bit and rubbing his sheath agaisnt the side of the tub as he grabbed the young shepard's muzzle and jammed the water hose into it. The pressure quickly built and the pup's reflexes kicked in, thrashing about and splashing water. The large naked dog pulled back and smiled, his sheath thick and swollen. The tip of a red member only peaking idly out in his arousal.
"I need to go get some soap. I'll be right back puppy. " The large dog kicked the plastic drain plug out on his way past, water and long dilluted blood running down the drain in the center of the concrete floor. The collie disapeared up the stairs.
After a few minutes, Jonah's head was beginning to clear from the blow. His ears rang and he was whimpering without even knowing it. The terrified pup did not even try to quiet himself as he heard the stairs creaking down towards him.
"Dad?" The young voice questioned down to the edge of the pool, peering over the edge and looking down at the little german shepard.
About six years old, a young border collie pup stared into Jonah's eyes. The little black and white version of his father smiled a bit and waved nervously, clinging to a stuffed version of his own breed. Cling the black and white plush to him the collie giggled down at the bound, bleeding pup. "Sorry, i didn' know my dad was playing. I gotta go or he'll be mad!" The young pup waved to jonah and ran back up the stairs as the older dog's voice rang out.
"DANIEL! DANIEL TRAVIS! What have I told you about my basement? Get to your room boy! NOT A WORD TO YOUR MOTHER, YA HEAR?"
The loud creeking of hurried paws paniced little jonah more than the yelling had, more than that strange young puppy. Jonah cried, he pleaded again.
"Sir.. p-please let me-"
"Can't! I have to put you down. I can't keep you, do you understand?" The old dog did not wait for a reply, he pulled the pup up by the scruff. Rounding the pup's muzzle with several strong loops of duct tape, he then turned on the hose, letting it hang freely over the side of the blue kiddie pool.
He watched the water creep up to the young shepard's eyes. He began to growl to himself and rub his sheath over his swelling red member.
The dog worked himself furiously as Jonah squirmed to keep his head, his muzzle, his nostrils out of the rising water. As the liquid passed over him, it pulled some fresh blood from his nose, which swirled in the slightly turbulant water.
Jonah's eyes stared up at his blood, he stared into the badly refracted form of the old collie. He stared at the young puppy, crouched at the top of the stairs and clinging to his plushie. The little dog seemed to be wagging and making his little friend wave to Jonah.
Jonah's eyes widened as his lung's pained. He gasped his muzzle wide and sucked in water, choking it immediatly back out. The eleven year old puppy spasmed amd flailed in the water, now being held down by the strong furry arm of Daniel Travis senior.
At the top of the stairs, Daniel Travis junior was whispering to his plushie.
"See, Boston? Dad doesn't hurt me anymore. He is all better, now. He's doing this because he loves me."
The little black and white pup hugged the small toy to his chest, watching the german shepard become still in the water. He stealthily creeped back out the open door. Young Daniel Travis, wanted to be just like his dad.
You know better than to think this is the end.