{"sf1_id":134,"sf2_id":"GnDj98Xe","title":"The Contract","author":"SwampRat","words":3007,"posted_at":"2002-10-22T21:57:00.000Z","tags":["Death","Drowning","M/M","Zoophilia"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/134-the-contract","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/GnDj98Xe","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=134\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"CONTRACT.TXT  \n  \nThe Contract Version 1.30  \nBy Jack, and SwampRat  \n(cl) 1991, 1998 Gay Furry Association  \n  \nA note - This one started off with a single line.. \"His lungs wanted a new  \nsupply of air..\" And I got to thinking.. How would it be to drown in Cum? From  \nthere it was hang a story around a few sex scenes.. Just like any Trashy Novel  \nWriter does.  \n  \n=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=  \n  \nHe awoke, tied wrists-to-ankles. A hand slapped him. Helped him up to his  \nknees. \"Good Evening, Gusseppe.\" The man stood over him, pulled out a huge  \ncock. He watched, as the gloved hand stroked the maleness to full erection.  \n\"Oh, no.. You can't be ser.. Wait!\" A wire was attached to his jaw, stopping  \nhim from pleading further. The penis was shoved into his mouth. He gagged,  \nfeeling the shaft press his tongue down.. Heaved as the tip slid deeper into  \nhis throat, setting off his gag-reflex. It continued onward.. What the hell was  \nhe doing? The criminal was soon to find out! Fingers pressed into his neck.  \n'Yeah, get your jollies, weirdo', he thought.. 'But when I get out of this, I  \npromise you it will be more than My cock that gets shoved in Your mouth..  \nDamnded Faggot!'  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gus had been holding his breath, the though of smelling the man's crotch  \nsetting off a new wave of nausea. But, his body was rapidly using up what  \noxygen the present lungful had. So, he tried to exhale. The flap that kept food  \nout of his esophagus refused to open. What? Lights danced in front of him. He  \ntwisted, trying to dislodge the cock that blocked his throat. A gloved hand  \nheld his head still.. Now desperate, he tried to bite the penis. Even though  \nblood trickled down his chin, the wire held his mouth open enough to keep the  \nteeth away from the choking meat. In a last-ditch effort, he swallowed, using  \nhis tongue to excite the man. He could worry about what he was doing later..  \nRight now, his life was on the line. Pleasure twanged at his nerves, as he did  \nthings to the man he wouldn't do to his wife!  \n  \nIt worked! The hips moved back, dragging the stopper upwards.. Air rolled out  \nof his nostrils. He quickly inhaled.. Tried to hold it. But his body wanted  \nmore.. Again he emptied his lungs. Filled them again. The scent of male musk  \nwas in his nose. He sucked, tears streaming down his face. Semi-blinded, he  \nfelt the dick move in his mouth. Out.. In. A little faster. Everything  \nstopped.. The wire was cut, and removed. Now, both hands held his mouth in  \nplace. The cock filled his gullet, nudged his tonsils.. He nursed on the  \nmaleness like a bottle of good scotch. The man gave a groan, and the hose  \nflexed. Cum shot out of the flared head. Poured down his throat.. Gus gulped it  \ndown, then stained his pants, as orgasm hit. The beast that fed on pleasure  \ncame to the fore. It growled, sucked wantonly.. Swallowed the cock to the hilt,  \nfeeling the balls slam into it's chin. Pulled back to breathe, and nuzzle the  \npenis. It no longer mattered what his body did.. He was Alive! That was what  \nmattered.. Even so, he nursed the last slimy drops out, his own cock jerking  \nand dribbling. Collared the penis with his lips, holding it in just a moment  \nlonger. Giving it one last lick.. \"You did a good job - For an amateur..\" He  \nclenched his teeth, dropped his head so the man wouldn't see his hatred. Shame  \nburned through him.. The man left. Fuck! I actually enjoyed that.. \"Damn  \nBastard,\" he muttered, licking at the places the wire had cut his mouth..  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Gus tried his bonds.. Found them to be tight.. But perhaps loose enough to work  \nfree? A snort got his attention. A donkey was led towards him. No.. It's  \nbat-sized dick swayed in front of him. \"Since you obviously enjoy cock, I  \nthought you might like one bigger than mine..\" His head was firmly grasped. Gus  \ntried to scream, as the firehose was thrust into his mouth. The animal snorted  \nover him, and stomped it's hooves. A gloved hand fed another bit of oiled flesh  \ninto his overly-stuffed maw. Then they left him, to play with the fat balls  \nhanging between the furry legs.  \n  \nThe mule snorted again, hunching. His dick moved the man's head back and  \nforth.. At least he could breathe. His tongue tried to shove the huge cock-head  \nout.. and only succeeded in making the animal hornier. It grunted trying to  \nshove more into the tight opening.. The man bent, and whispered in his ear..  \n\"You are the one who sent two men to kill my Mary..\" Gus felt fear build in  \nhim. He felt the strong chest press against his head. A hand went down, undoing  \nhis fly. A finger sought the hole in his underwear.. Found it! His cock, proud  \nand fat slapped the open palm. It was grasped. Gus's mouth was too full to  \nallow for speech. \"They precede you, but not for long..\" What was the crazy  \nbastard talking about? \"You killed one of my lovers.. Now you go to another.  \nEnjoy what time you have left..\" No! A hand stroked the length of donkey cock  \nthat was stuffed in his mouth. The animal brayed.. Shuddered. Another inch was  \nforced in. His head was locked in place by an arm that felt like an iron band.  \nThis time, when the haunches pulled back, dick-meat moved. The splayed tip went  \ndeeper. The other hand still jerked on his penis. Gus's overworked balls were  \nreleased, and he jerked, sucking on the donkey. The animal brayed again... Cum  \npoured into his mouth. He tried to swallow.. To breathe. Thick semen clogged  \nhis nasal passages, pressure forcing it down his gullet.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Adrenalin, fired by his orgasm, burned up the oxygen in his bloodstream. His  \noverworked body demanded air. He got a half-breath.. Donkey-cum went into his  \nsinuses, as he choked. A cough only made things worse.. Gusseppe was literally  \ndrowning in ejaculate. Desperate, he tried to swallow, get his air-passage  \nfree.. The other hand was now on his nuts, as the first worked his dick, hard  \nand fast. He tried to plead, to scream. Deft manipulations had him hard and  \nready again.. At least the river stopped... Then he did scream, as the animal  \nwrenched his jaws apart, stuffing half it's cock down his throat. Then his own  \njerked, semen spurting out of the battered penis. His nuts were given a vicious  \nsqueeze.. Pleasure dug his grave and orgasm shut the coffin lid. Gus howled,  \nwhat air he had left forcing it's way out beside the hose, that still poured  \nwarm cum into his stomach. Then it was pulled back.. At last... The vacuum in  \nhis chest was replaced.. But his mouth was too full to take air in. A river of  \nspunk came out of his sinuses, flowed out of his nose. The sticky stuff filled  \nthe air spaces in his lungs. He choked. Coughed. Died..  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The hips thrust the still spurting cock thorough the grasping fingers, while the  \nmouth and throat pulled what scum was left in the donkey dick out.. At last the  \nman in black got up, moved the tired animal, and smeared the dripping tip  \nagainst the wide-open mouth. Then he led the jack to one side. Turned off the  \nmachinery, that had recorded the scene. Went over to the body, closed the  \nmouth, and the staring eyes. Made sure there was no pulse. Took a picture of  \nthe face. Lifting what used to be a human up, he grinned as it made a squishing  \nsound. \"Told you not to drink so much..\" He tossed the body on his shoulder and  \nwalked out of the barn.  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nMister Harrae sat in his chair, reading the morning paper. A letter came by  \ncourier.. With a box. He glanced at it. The boys had already put it through the  \nusual tests.. But more carefully since a vase that cost more than 3 of their  \nlives had been broken to shards. Inside the envelope was a photo.. He hit a  \nswitch. \"Jonas, Get yer Butt in Here!\" Jonas, if he had a last name nobody knew  \nit, came running. When the Old Man was mad, his speech broke. \"Yes, Mr.  \nHarrae.. Damn.\" He stared at the picture. Gusseppe Verdias had vanished a few  \ndays before. And he had taken a few of the 'boys' with him.. Now it seems that  \nhe hadn't left after all.. The letter was handed over, as the Old man carefully  \nunwrapped the box. \"You probably don't know me, Mr. Harrae. My name is Delgald.  \nI once worked in your organization. For some reason, somebody didn't like the  \nfact I retired.. Somebody sent a few gentlemen to persuade me to come back.  \nThey killed one of my two great loves..\" He looked up. \"Bio?\" The man grunted,  \ncarefully feeling for hidden wires. \"On it's way.\" Some genius had though of  \ngetting a profile on all Mr. Harrae's employee's. Easier to keep track of  \ncertain facts that were sometimes needed..  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Inside the box was an ornate clock. It was made of clear plastic, so you could  \nsee the workings. A note came in through a chute. Mr. Delgald.. Some background  \ninformation. A termination schedule, with the last box empty. At the bottom was  \na quote.. \"I have only 2 loves. Mary, and Death. One gives me money, the other  \nphysical pleasure.. Both bring me joy.\" \"Mary?\" He shook the photo. \"This  \nbastard killed my right-hand man over a woman?!\" Jonas took the paper. A  \nthought struck him.. \"No, Sir.. A Pony.\" Some of the buttons had called him  \n'Horse-Fucker' - Somebody who is so deep into betting, he would sleep with a  \nhorse of he thought it would get him a win. But Delgald didn't gamble.. So he  \nasked. Seems the man had a pony named 'Mary.' And no girlfriend. Nor a  \nboyfriend, not that That mattered any longer.. Anybody who wanted to could work  \nfor The Company.. Just keep your perversions to Off-Time. And don't get caught.  \n  \nOnce, a punk had sneered that maybe Delgald didn't have any balls.. That  \nperhaps Mary would like a Real Male.. The missile, for Mr. Delgald was deadlier  \nthan any torpedo, had smiled. \"Perhaps.. But first, you have to find one.\" The  \nkid was half-drunk and way too cocky, or he would have known better.. \"Oh,  \nYeah? Well maybe I'll just fuck your little mare..\" A whisper told him to watch  \nhis mouth.. He ignored it, along with some sharp glances.. The man turned, and  \nlooked at him. \"Oh?\" He laughed.. \"Yeah! And when I'm done, I'll use her hide  \nfor a seat cove..\" The \\*phht\\* was barely audible. His eyes rolled upwards, as a  \nhole formed in the middle of his head. Then everything from the ears up turned  \ninto hamburger all over the ceiling as the explosive went off. The body slid  \ndown a wall. \"You may only have one of my mistress's..\" The grin was as deadly  \nas a cobra's. He whirled the silenced weapon and re-holstered it. \"What do I  \nowe you Eddie?\" Eddie, who was in charge of recruiting, spat at the body.  \n\"Nothing..\" He waived at the mess. \"Anybody can see he had no brains..\" A weak  \nchuckle came from the hardliners..  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; So, Delgald screwed horses.. Jonas had learned about this when he asked about  \nthe new joker.. And found his ticket had been punched. He talked to Delgald  \nabout it. \"If you found another man in bed with your wife.. Would you jump in  \nwith them?\" A dark grin. \"I would.. But then again, I'm not much for women..\"  \nThe clock chimed softly.. \"It's wrong.\" He looked at his friend, and  \n'Lieutenant.' \"What?\" The man looked at his watch.. \"It's not 12 yet...\" The  \nlast chime softly rang in the air. Jonas looked at the inscription on the back.  \n'You may only have one of my mistresses..' His skin crawled.. The old man  \nsnorted, feeling the tension drain from him. \"Set to the correct time, and put  \nit on the wall..\" He crumpled the paper. \"Jonas, the file on Mr. Delgald is  \nincomplete. Please update it..\" He nodded and left. That meant a contract.. On  \nsomebody who called Death his mistress. S-H-I-T!  \n  \n\\* \\* \\*  \n  \nJonas sat in his office, still debating who to send, when his secretary buzzed.  \n\"Sir, there's a Mister Fony Pucker on the line.. Says it's about retirement..\"  \nHe immediately stabbed the button.. \"Delgald.. How the hell?\" A chuckle cut him  \nshort. \"Listen well.. You have 3 minutes to decide which you prefer.. Life or  \nMy Mistress. The Express Elevator takes 2 minutes to reach the lobby.. another  \n30 seconds for someone to make it out the door.. If they are in good shape.\"  \nJonas had been going to a gym most of his adult life.. \"What? Wait!\" The voice  \ncame back, cold as the grave. \"For friendships sake, I have made this call..  \nYou may still make it.. If you run.\" The click in his ear was deadly.. It took  \nvery few moments to decide.. He was out of his chair, and had his arm around  \nJane's waist in a second. \"No time..\" He panted at her squeal. They hustled to  \nthe elevator, pressed the button. It took forever to come.. When the doors  \nopened, he jumped in, pulled the woman beside him. \"Bomb..\" he snarled.. \"We  \nhave a minute or so before it goes.. The Bastard actually Called me...\" All her  \nworking life Jane had called this man lover. And someday hoped to call him  \nhusband.. She didn't ask questions then. She didn't now. The elevator was  \nhalfway down, when the building shuddered.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\* \\* \\*  \n  \nThe top floor of the building lifted a few feet, as half the section below it  \nturned to rubble. Then collapsed. Only the structural reinforcements that had  \nbeen placed in the walls, on Mr. Harrae's orders, kept it from falling. Those  \nnot hurt by falling debris, got out of the building.. Buttons flashed on a  \npanel for a moment, then a computer noticed something was moving too fast.  \nBrakes clamped down, slowing, then stopping the cage. It slid down to bump  \nagainst the basement lock. The man sitting at the console shut-down the top 3  \nfloors, and then reset the alarms. When the all-clear signal came, Jonas found  \nhimself very much alive, and whole. The doors opened and he stepped out. Jane  \nwas a bit shaken, but unhurt. In fact, the damage was all on The same floor..  \nMr. Harrae's personal suite. Police and fire trucks arrived, along with the  \nreporters. Most of them were questioned, then released. Jonas and a few key  \nothers, spent a sleepless night in the local jail, talking to detectives. It  \nwas finally chalked to Terrorists.. Many people had grudges against The late  \nMr. Harrae.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\* \\* \\*  \n  \nA man stood in the doorway. Jonas put his hand on the drawer that held his  \npistol. \"You Bastard!\" The hands went up, showing them empty. \"Is that any way  \nto treat the man who got you a big promotion?\" The hand went back to the desk,  \njust as empty. \"Why have you come?\" He noticed, even in the lighted room, the  \nman had a chill shadow around him. \"Retirement doesn't seem to agree with me..  \nI came to see if you had any part-time jobs I might be able to do. On the  \nagreement, when I Do retire, I Stay retired.. HEP-7 clocks are expensive.\"  \nJonas remembered back to that day. The clock Had felt funny.. A 3-foot square  \nof Plastic explosives with four 12-inch strips, forming a box.. It's a wonder  \nthe building still stood! \"I've never been good at desk jobs..\" He grinned at  \nthe man. A folder sat on his desk.. Some upstart in the Company was making  \nwaives. The Wrong kind of waives.. Had knocked off a few people. Taken things  \nfrom warehouses. \"We have someone who's been selling drugs to minorities..\" His  \nvoice trailed off. The room got colder.. A hand was lifted. \"Folder.\" He gave  \nthe man a manilla envelope. It was tucked under an arm. \"If this is true..  \nHalf-price.\" Jonas nodded. Handed the man $10,000 in twenties.. \"Proof?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Your word.. The newspaper.\" The man turned. \"Be careful, Wiseguy.. Or somebody  \nmay put You out of a job..\" He was gone, before Jonas could get up. How the  \nFuck.. His monthly meeting with the IA was not pleasant either. \"He's a  \ndangerous psychopath..\" His contact, nodded. \"He's also cleaning out some  \nrat-holes even We can't get to.. His reasons and methods are not our concern.  \nNor are they yours. As long as he does what we tell him to, he will stay ours.  \nSame as you.. Understand?\" Jonas understood.. But he also remembered a clock. A  \nclock that made it through all kind of alarms. Past x-rays, and cordite  \nsniffers. Even past His scrutiny.. \"He knows me.. No, he won't tell anybody.  \nNot even in jest. And before you think about punching his card.. Remember he  \ngot to one of the Five...\" A grunt. \"We read.. It was in the report.\" The man  \nwho kept his face shielded, and voice muffled, nodded to him. \"Next time, Cafe  \nReone'.. In the office. Someone will meet you there.\" They left through  \ndifferent routes, at different times.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \\* \\* \\*  \n  \nSix weeks later, Jonas read about one Jones Marrias. He had thrown a party for  \nsome friends.. Afterwards, Mr. Marrias took a walk on the balcony. The only  \nproblem was, The apartment Had no balcony. Drugs were found in his bloodstream.  \nSome quantity more was scattered about his apartment.. Since nobody came or  \nleft afterwards, the police ruled it as an accidental death. He grinned and  \nmade a mental note to send the other ten grand..  \n  \nThe End   \n  \n\n"}