Relief: part 2
Relief: part 2
Forward: Short, sweet, un-edited and to the point. This one is ugly, folks. No one underage or with queasy tummies should read this.
Boston awoke with an uncharacteristic jump, grabbing at the edges of the sofa as his eyelids flashed open. The border collie had actually been reminded of the ruined pup in the basement by a dream.. of another victim. The twenty two year old killer wasted no time running to the basment door to check on his captive.
The old, heavy door creaked as it opened, The collie looked down the stairs at the small form hanging in the chains. It was shivering, rattling it's binds and moaning. The collie was relieved finally. He felt angry at the small thing. With his oh-so characteristic grin, Boston closed the old door, and made breakfast.
The black and white dog padded down the stairs, naked, determined, stoned. Sporting his smirk and nothing else, the dog walked without a word to the work bench, plucking a hammer off the tool board. The collie sultured up to the younger one in almost a playful way, rubbing the belly of the still somehow sleeping pup.
Whimpering raggedly, stained in reds and browns. Swollen face and bruised, gashed flesh. The fourteen year old pup was hung limply in his chains, ankles twisted painfully as he slumped.
Boston cracked the youth in his black-furred knee cap.
A sharp howl, muffled by the sock and the dog apparently could no longer open his 'good' eye as the lid was too swollen over the dying sphere. The pup kicked at the ground and began crying, sobbing and howling as he thrashed.
"Good morning max. Today, I've decided I'm going to stick with my origional plan of using you and then killing you. I liked you a bit too much so.. I have to break that pretty little begging muzzle of your's real quickly."
The older collie was wagging slightly, panting in his puppyish way as he pulled off the duct tape muzzle, along with the sock and some fur, quickly gripping the pup's sore muzzle and pinching it sharply in a paw, causing the swollen youth to pucker up sickly.
Boston shook the dog's head 'comfortingly' as he spoke to the teen. "Say good bye to those nice little white daggers of yours. They'll get in my way."
Immediatly the hammer, held near the actual buisness end to control it better, was brought down between the collie's pinching fingers. Small, white fragments and some chunks of pink and red fresh sprung out like cherries and ivory. The older of the two shepard dogs was wagging and staring down at his work as he went after both rows, prying the torn up jaws apart to get even the rear teeth out with nice side ways blows and some work with the claw end of the tool.
Max was trying to pull his arms together, to protect his face with his paws. He wanted only to be able to shield from the blows as he screamed. His tongue caught under a few of the hammer strikers, crushing the tip of it and only adding to the fluids pouring from his mouth.
The sobbing pup was now unable to do anything but slap at his broken gumline with his smashed tongue. Red oozed from every crevice were a little fang or tooth was. Shivering again, frozen in fear and pain, the puppy stayed clenched, almost holding himself upright on his own.
"Let me help you there, puppy." Boston lowered the chains a bit, letting the pup slouch on his knees, exhausted, panting, and deeply in shock.
The older border collie eyed his work, putting a mirror up on the work bench and posing next to his little toy. He looked strong, in control, and playful. Boston new he was now happy, so he wagged and let out a loud bark.
Dad would be proud.
With another pre-rolled doobie smoked up, Daniel Travis was eyeing his shivering captive, pawing idly at his well furred sheath. The black velvet lining it thinly made him moan as it tickled the pads of his fingertips. He looked up at the pup, his eyes narrow, a grin over his maw. His teeth bared naturally.
Boston stood up and approached the small form, his stride was a sauntering, almost effeminate strut. Slow and rocking, his footpaw falling closely together.
He spoke not a word as he knelt on one knee by the smaller collie, pinching his now softer maw painfully , elicting a pleasant groan from the broken youth. Boston pressed his sheath to the pup's lips and his still thin pink member switched from one warm, soft, moist environment to another.
Blood encircled his cock and he groaned, a bony jaw and soft, broken flesh carresed him and he shivered. Boston let out a soft, concentrated howl as he looked down and humped into the swollen face of little Max.
Only eight years younger, the smaller collie only partly notice the thickening canine dick rubbing over his tongue, his head was swimming as if in a pool of his own blood. He thought he could taste something metallic and musky but really didn't care right now.
Boston growled and let out several sharp, determined thrusts, closing the non threatening muzzle around himself to force himself to pulse thicker, his forming knot being pressed at by a confused tongue, painting it redder than it was.
The collie howled louder, pushing deeper and clenching the pup tighter on him, his black, fuzzy balls pressed against the little dog's chin as fresh blood oozed out over them. Max was chewing, a defensive reaction which caused wet, slurping sounds and an odd pressure behind his knot.
Boston lost it.
The killer began a steady pounding, one paw holding the pup's muzzle tight, the other behind his head ensuring a tight seal behind his now swollen knot as he spurted generous jets of pre cum.
Panting down at the sight, Boston shuddered, snarling. "Eat up, Max!" The older dog laughed cruely. "Daddy would be so proud!"
Filling the little one's maw, feeling the hot seed and blood in a pink, froathy sea over his groin was the most intense thing the collie had ever experienced, and lasted only a few short minutes as his canid orgasm died down.
Pulling out with a wet, juicy sound, one last note of music to his ears, Daniel leaned back against the work bench and panted, staring at the hangin pup and for the first time wondering if the kid had brain damage.
"Fucker went totally dumb on me." the collie lauged at this after a moment, and the seriousness at which he said it as his red member throbbed against his thight, still 'tied'. Boston stared down at it for a moment as he lit a ciggerette up from a drawer where his cartons. "Fucking nature."
After a few minutes The collie put the ciggerette but out on the cement floor of the basment and stood. He walked over to his hanging puppy, enjoying the feel of his pads in the youth's blood. He wiggled his toes softly and smiled down at his work.
Boston picked up the hammer and looked down at the small, destroyed version of him. Raising the pup's head in one paw, and the hammer in the other, the collie brought the latter down swiftly.
One final crack, and the pup let out a spasmic twitch, head going limp on his neck.
Boston let out a soft gasp at this last moment, now the only sounds were of the dripping from the pup's muzzle to the puddle at his knees as the motionless form hung loosely.
The older collie grinned, his chest heaving as the blood started becoming a little sticky in his fur. He stood up, cracked his elbows and shook off a bit instinctively. "I need a shower," he dragged a few claws through his gore covered groin, picking off pieces of Max.
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