A Masters Redemption
#6 of A Masters Betrayal
Due to some reason or other RaphiexEvilAngel was ...
Due to some reason or other RaphiexEvilAngel was unable to post this story and asked me to post it form him, so all credit for this story goes to him but original story and characters belong to me.
The original story was done by carnifex264 I asked his permission before posting this sequel to his story. I seriously recommend that you read Carnifex's story before reading this.
Douglas and Gabriel are carnifex264
_Leon is my character I will introduce. _
A Master's Redemption
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I've been this low before... I never thought I'd be back down here, my paw reaching out trying to grab Gabriel's jacket.
"Gabriel!!! Don't leave me!!" I screamed, tears cutting down my face. It was the heartbreak version of a car crash. My heart slowly began to tear, the hurt removing every fibre of what I had recovered. Gabriel then turned around to me, a cold expression was on his face, his eyes looking down to the ground.
"I am sorry, Doug..." I felt my body collapse to the floor, screaming so loudly that I felt my lungs vibrate. The tears splattered down on the ground. Looking up I saw Gabriel walking away.
"Gabriel!!! Please!!" My throat choking on my tears, I wanted to feel how I was again, trying desperately to forget the past. It was like intervention was playing its part. I ruined a good life. I... should pay the price...
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"You sure you want to take the next round, Bub?" asked the bartender, looking at me with that typical look of concern I got over the past four months.
"I am sure..." My words slurring from my mouth, while holding up dollar notes in my paw, like that kid from that human film... Oliver I think it was. Been like this ever since Gabriel walked out on me. Back on the booze, surprise some drug dealer hasn't got me yet. To this routine, get drunk, get thrown out of the bar, beaten up, get home drink more, damn... Like anyone gives a damn anymore.
"Bub, you should get going, before those guys at the table in the corner start shit in my bar" peering sheepishly to where he was looking, a group of Doberman looked over to my fragile, drunk body like a piece of meat. I slowly got to my feet, grabbed my coat and walked out. Before I knew it I was walking down the bridge where I first met Dean. I stumbled over to the edge, looking at the gushing water. I should just end it here... No-one would care...
"You gonna jump...? At least let us have our fun with you" I turned my head round to see the group of three Doberman giggling at my drunken state. I shook my head drunkenly, pushing them back in feeble attempts. All of a sudden I felt a fist slam under my jaw sending me to the ground, then feeling they're paws press me down.
"Open that mouth of yours" said the alpha of the group, rubbing his length round my muzzle, I tried desperately to force his body off. My heart racing in my chest, I am sure he felt it throb round his thighs. He forced his length down into my muzzle, my eyes automatically closing. Hearing my whimpers must have aroused his friends, rubbing their paws round my sheath, desperate to coax it out. While all this was going on, I was thinking... I deserve ever inch of pain and mental hurt this will leave on me.
"Get off him!!!" shouted a voice, feeling a set of paws being pulled off me. With various about of thuds of fists colliding into another body, my eyes slowly opened, to see a dazed wolf like body fighting off three Doberman. Suddenly, a loud electric fizzing sounded from the paw of the defender, and a body fall beside me.
"If I see you round here, you're going to have this tazer rammed up your ass!!!" I giggled at this comment, still intoxicated.
"Damn that must... give a tingle" I slurred with a mix of giggles"
"Come on, let's get you home..." said such a sweet voice, so innocent yet took on Doberman in such a way. I would mind having him be the one giving me a filling and not them. Murring at this thought, he nuzzled the underneath of my muzzle, like he knew what I what I was thinking. I felt his paws run round my body just to keep me support, round my thighs, waist... tail, felt like I was going through customs at an airport, being strip searched.
I ended up opening my eyes to my door, with him possessing my keys he must have fished from my pocket. I look at my defender, coming to realisation that he wasn't a wolf, but one beneath that. A husky, might be like 16 or 17 years old, with such a... vulnerable body... I couldn't think of nothing more then... fucking this pup senseless...
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