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Merging onto I-70 east, just outside of Cove Fort, Utah, was the only brief length of mileage that would have any sort of major civilization for over 230 miles. Utah's stretch of I-70 was breathtakingly gorgeous in the day, the vast stretch riddled with monumental structure of rock formation, oftentimes being able to see well off to the ends of the earth it felt. At night however, the road could be rather terrifying. The lack of services for large lengths of road at a time meant no street lights. Just your headlamps and the hope it wasn't a cloudy night.

A 1976 Ford Mustang was barreling along the interstate, it's two headlights, and illuminated tail lights were the only real sign of being anything at all, the matte black paint job blended in with the particularly cloudy night. The driver's wrist watch enjoyed pointing out the hour had just struck midnight. A box of mix tape cassettes with various music of the 60's and early 70's lingered in the passenger seat. Currently a selection of opera rock songs is on. The radios illuminated FM/AM analog display was the only sort of light offered for the interior, well that and the orange embers of a lit cigarette.

The driver was an eighteen year old husky. With only two distinct colors, white fur covered most of his underside, belly, feet, arms. While the rest of him was a rather deep copper color, it had a nice sheen to it thanks to proper grooming. Dressed in a brown leather pilots jacket, black shirt contrasted the brown of the jacket, and denim jeans with a tear above the right knee. As he took a draw from the cigarette the burning tip grew brighter, and reflected slightly in his icy blue eyes.

Currently the driver was in the third quarter of his trip coast to coast. Traveling through some lengthy stretch of southern highway. Speedometer reading just over 100, the vehicle had no trouble with the extra weight of personal belongings, just enough to get by between motel laundromats.

About seventy miles later, he passed by a well hidden cop car, still going over one hundred MPH. The ford cruiser suddenly cut onto the road, with a flip of a switch the roof bar light cut on, the bright red lights flashing, illuminating a good distance ahead and off the shoulder of the road. Quadruple headlights illuminated, the vehicle's engine roaring as it picked up speed.

"Fuck!" the husky cursing at himself. It was only two minutes before he had pulled over onto the gravely shoulder of the road. Maybe the cop would go past, after all what was the harm of speeding in desolate countryside. Choosing to briefly ignore the fact he hadn't seen another car in each direction for a very long time. No such luck however, the cop car pulled up behind the mustang. Only half a car length between the two of them.

The headlights and emergency lights of the cruiser illuminating the rear of the mustang. Maryland plates, registration still current. Slowly the husky turned down the radio, trying not to make any sudden movements. It felt like an eternity, just sitting there, waiting for the cop. He sure seemed to be taking his time. After a few minutes, the door of the cruiser opened and the cop stepped out.

The husky slowly started to roll the window down. Ears twitching as he picked up the sound of heavy steps, crunching the gravel of the shoulder. The beam of a flashlight was sweeping along the mustang, taking in details. The footsteps stopped, but the cop wasn't at the window yet. Nervously the male looked into the side view mirror. Just in time to spot the officer use his nightstick to bust out one of the taillights on the mustang.

This made the driver panic, his breath quickened. "What the fuck?!" He thought to himself. Hopes of being nice had gone out the window. Clearly he'd caught the ire of a cop who only wanted more tickets to write and fill his quota.

At last the officer stepped up to the window, shining the light right in the husky face. The husky could only make out two things about the officer. IF he squinted he could make out the shape of a very large, towering male. The other thing was the foul stink coming off the cop, not coffee breath, but a heavy unwashed musk. "License and Registration, pup." The officer's voice was unsettling, it sounded like it was already lacking patience. The command wouldn't have been so bad, but being called a 'pup' was incredibly demeaning to the husky.

The husky nervously reached up to the visor, folding it down. He grabbed the paper registration, and his license offering it up to the officer. The cop took the documents and adjusted his flashlight to inspect them. Finally the husky got a glimpse at the identity of the cop. A large, stocky wolf, covered in golden brown fur, patches of dark gray on his face made a mask on his eyes.

"Trevor Walkins, D.O.B 11/26/61, eyes green and blue, height 5 ft 6." The officer was reading the license aloud, and paused as he read the height. "Bit of a runt, aren't ya pup?" The insulting words were apparently getting worse as the officer now criticized him.

"You know, just because there ain't nothing around, means you have the right to use my road like your own personal drag strip. Especially with that busted tail light." The cop was testing the husky, curious to see how he would react.

The insults, and being called a pup on top of this new accusation was all too much. "What the hell are you talking about?! You just busted my tail light." He shouted as loud as he could, enraged by the situation. "It's not my fault this empty stretch of road has such a low speed limit. Who is your superior officer? I'm going to report you for misconduct." The threat was empty, the husky had no clue just how far he was from a payphone.

The flashlight was pointed right in his face again. "Test little pup aren't you. Lets see here, false accusations, reckless driving, busted taillight." The wolf made a very toothy grin, unseen by the young husky whose eyes squinted under the bright light. But Trevor could easily hear the sound of ripping paper, the car's registration torn up, blown away by the wind. "No registration. No license" The cop flinged the license off into the horizon like a small frisbee. "Anything else you want to add?" the wolf sniffed loudly, taking in the scent of the terrified driver.

The husky didn't say a word, he was in shock. The cop reached a paw in through the open window, it was massive. The paw easily could've crushed the driver's muzzle. The cop fumbled around for a moment and turned the mustang off, taking the key out. "Step out of the car pup."

Trevor was trembling as he got out of the mustang. Stepping out into the hot night air. "O-officer it's all a misunderstanding." He was trying to find his way back to being nice. But he was scared shitless. "Shut your mouth pup." The wolf grabbed the husky by the shoulder, forcing him along the length of the vehicle.

The large paw tightly gripping his shoulder was deeply unsettling. He let out a yelp as he was forcibly bent over the trunk of the mustang. Head slamming hard enough into it that the metal dented slightly. Causing the husky to see stars, and swear he could taste blood on his tongue.

The cop wrenched the huskys paws behind his back one at a time, slipping on cuffs and notching them down two clicks too far. The metal dug painfully into the young dog's wrists, even flexing his fingers was painful, as the cuffs constricted the hidden tendons.

"Keep yourself bent over this trunk, or I'll shoot you dead where you stand. Got it?" Trevor could hear it in the wolfs voice, the murderous intent. It made the husky's breathing grow even more rapid. "Y-y-yes" he whimpered his obedience.

The cop moved back to his cruiser and started to rummage around in the trunk. Fishing out a full canister of gas. Walking back over, the cop tugged the driver's side door of the mustang open. He began to splash the gasoline around the interior. Trevor could easily smell the gas. "Wh-What are you doing?!" He shouted, but kept himself pinned.

"You got any family pup? Friends?" The cop posed a question that was electric with dangerous intent. Completely ignoring the runt's protests. Quickly the husky spoke. "Yea!" It was a lie. The cop stood back up and glanced at the small dog. "Interesting how your stutter goes away when you lie." He grinned, and the husky swallowed.

Trevor had no family or friends to speak of. The car was the only thing he had left of any familial attachment. "Really thought tonight was going to be a wash." The wolf talked to himself. He wrenched the steering wheel hard to the right, and slipped the car into neutral. Moving over to the restrained driver. Grabbing him by the scruff he stood the dog up, and walked him over to have a clear view of the car.

"Here's the thing, pup. I'm the only law around for a hundred miles. If I'm the only one enforcing it, it means I get to choose what the laws even are." The wolf pulled a box of matches from his pocket. "I would've just given you a ticket, let you be on your way. Not after I got a look at you. Even prettier than my last toy." He worked a match free from the box.

"Had a game of poker last week with some of my boys. Things got a little out of hand. Let's just say the only one enjoying my last toy now is the worms." He smiled. Striking the match on the box holding it up for the husky to see.

Trevor was mortified, the cold words had explained more than enough. But seeing that lit match was what made it all sink in. His pants grew dark as he began to piss himself, the stream bubbling out of his hidden sheathe, trailing down his left leg.

The cop's nose twitched, picking up the smell. "This is only the start, pup. Before long that fear is going to turn into unconditional love and worship for me." He flicked the match through the open window, setting the vapors aflame immediately. Swiftly the wolf moved to the back of the car and gave a hard shove. Starting the car rolling off the embankment, down a sloping hill, off to what would be its final charred resting place. The car was entirely engulfed within sixty seconds. The bright flames appeared smaller and smaller the further away it rolled from the highway.

"Now then. Let's get the formalities out of the way." Grasping Trevor by the shoulder once more, he led the husky over to the cruiser. Pressing his new toy up against it, back to the door. Fishing a knife from his belt, he flicked it open. "P-p-please." He sobbed, he wanted to beg, plead, bargain. But couldn't find the words through the fog of terror.

The cop said nothing, slicing the husky's shirt off. Letting the destroyed garment drift away in the wind. "Bit of a belly on you, huh?" He patted the small gut, rubbing a paw over it. Dragging his claws through the floor. "Let's see what I've got to work with." He took the knife to trevors pants next, slicing the fabric cleanly. Leaving the husky stand there in nothing but his piss soaked underwear.

Puberty had clearly been nice to the dog. The briefs were well bulged out with the sheath and balls of a real breeder. "Damn, no wonder you're so fucking short. It all went to your dick" He laughed harshly. "P-p-please. I'm not g-gay" Trevor stammered.

"You think I care pup? You'll be begging for cock when I'm done with you." The wolf tucked the knife away, and pulled down Trevor's briefs. Smiling at the sight of the copper red package, the hefty orbs that looked in desperate need of relief. Grasping the balls with his large paw, he began to squeeze, harder and harder with each passing second.

The husky whined and squirmed. Sobbing louder as the pain kept getting worse, but the wolf didn't relent. Tighter and tighter, eyes fixated on the task. A smile returned as he saw the huskies dick begin to poke out. "Hot damn pup! You have any idea how long it took to get my last toy hard from pain? You were fucking born for this." He let go abruptly and Trevor gasped.

The pain lingered, distracting him from the fact he was being led to the back of the cruiser. Bent over violently once more, head slamming into the metal. "I've still got a couple hours left on patrol. But I'm not gonna make you wait."

The wolf undid his belt, letting his pants fall to the ground. Freeballing underneath, his fully hard ten inch canine cock jutted out. It was slick, slimey with pre, and a heavy unwashed stink. "Call me master and I'll go easy on you."

Tears were rolling down the husky's face. His entire body tensing up as he felt the tip of the large cock being pressed against his virgin bud. "F-f-fuck you!" The wolf didn't hesitate, he pushed hard. The force unrelenting as it fought against the resistance of the virgin ring. As soon as the tip slipped through, the wolf bucked his hips with violent aggression. Burying every inch up to the base of his knot.

Trevor screamed so loud he sounded like a pathetic bitch. Whaling to the heavens for mercy from what was happening to him. The cop snarled, grunted as he held his dick in place. "You think this is bad, pup? You don't even know the meaning of pain yet. What is my name?" The wolf's cock throbbed and flexed inside the ripped open ass.

Still the husky didn't say the word that could make it hurt less. "Suit yourself. Love a toy with a fight in him." The cop hunched over, laying the weight of his chest atop the husky's back. Up this close he could smell the wolf's foul breath, heavy with the stench of coffee and tobacco.

As the cop drew his hips back, removing only half the length, he snorted. Trevor's body was racked with immense pain, what made it worse was a tiny, growing sensation of pleasure. "God you squeeze so tight." The wolf commented. At the same time as he pushed back to knot base, he bit down hard on Trevor's scruff, sinking teeth into fur and flesh. The wolf's hips became a blur, pounding away with such force it made the cruiser rock up and down on its shocks.

Trevor cried, and screamed in protest. All the while his own cock was slowly growing harder. He could feel every inch splitting him open, stretching him in ways he thought impossible. Not even aware of the world around him, entirely swallowed by the pain and the moment.

The wolf was snarling with bliss, keeping his muzzle clamped in its bite on his new toys scruff. Every thrust was a shockwave of bliss, each one his knot pushing in just a tiny bit more. The husky was fully erect, it throbbed, smacking against his stomach with every clench off his ass, and spurt of pre-cum. The wolf could smell it immediately, it made the experience so much better.

He ground his hips to a halt, and began to press hard once more. The knot little by little was already swelling, pushing opens the huskys defiled ass further and further. "MASTER!" Trevor squealed, he hoped the word would be enough to make the wolf stop. All it did was send the wolf over the edge, with a final push of strength the husky's hole stretched over the thickest part of the knot, allowing the rest to pop into him. Fully swelling, locking the pair together.

The cop reached a paw under the teen, grasping the erect cock. The wolfs paw pads were coarse and dry. Adding a new agonizing sensation to the husky's experience. The cop beat his paw hard and fast, pumping it along his new slaves shaft. Rocking his own hips back and forth with a speed that was increasing each time, knot fucking the husky.

He released his biting grip, only to speak. "Better not cum before your master, pup. You'll regret it." The cop didn't seem to give Trevor a fair chance at that. The wolf feverishly masturbating the dog, working his knot in such a way to over-stimulate the raped dogs prostate. It was all too much, Trevor's body betrayed his mind. His cum erupted in swift, ropey spurts, splattering his stomach and the back of the cruiser.

The wolf grinned and kept rocking his hips. Shooting his head back suddenly to howl to the moon as he climaxed as well. Pumping Trevor full of so much seed, it felt like he was getting fat on it. The pair completely drained their pent up loads, and lingered there in the afterglow as the cops knot slowly deflated.

After a few minutes of soft whimpering from Trevor, the cop grabbed something from his own pocket. Pulling out a small buttplug he'd grabbed from the trunk earlier. "Keep clenching." He commanded, and the husky obeyed for fear of something worse. In a swift motion, the wolf ripped his cock free, immediately shoving the plug in to keep as much cum in his new toy's ass, as possible. "Good puppy.

The wolf grabbed the husky by his shoulder, standing him up, before guiding him down to his knees. Having to stare the erect, cum, and blood slicked cock right in his face. "I feel any teeth. I'll rip them all out." The wolf warned, before prodding the tip between the husky's lips, pushing just an inch inside.

The taste was repugnant, eye watering. It was clear the cop rarely, if ever showered, a taste compounded by the foul remnants of rape. The wolf had made sure Trevor's head was pinned between his cock and the cruiser, nowhere for it to turn. With a heavy sigh, he began to piss into the teens mouth. The acrid, hot liquid sprayed with enough force that it felt like the husky's throat was being power washed. He couldn't swallow fast enough, the liquid backing up into his mouth forcing him to keep tasting it.

As the stream neared it's end, the wolf pulled out. Spraying the husky's face, seeming to intentionally get it in each of the dogs eyes. The pain literally blinding as he tried to keep them shut, but it did nothing to help.

"Your new life has only just begun, pup." He stood the husky up, and opened the trunk of the cruiser. Grabbing a rather attractive looking leather muzzle, he strapped it tightly onto his new toy. Just tight enough to keep him from making any sounds, but still allow him to breathe safely.

The wolf with considerably strength lifted the bound, raped, and muzzled husky into the cramped trunk. Shutting it with excessive force, burying the husky in darkness. He didn't know how long he'd been in the trunk.

More than a few times he heard the siren turned on, the rumbling of the car coming to a stop. Another criminal getting a ticket. All unaware of the kidnapped dog in the trunk of a cop car.

A few hours later the sun was starting to rise over the horizon. Trevor awoke by a change of smooth bumps from the highway, to the rough rocking of a gravel road. The car came to a stop and soon the trunk was opened. Trevor squinted his eyes, the sunlight a harsh contrast to the dark confines of the trunk.

Pulled out and forced to his feet slowly he took in the surroundings. It was an old farm, a barn looked like it had gone years without upkeep. A two story farmhouse that would've looked quaint if not for the obscene amount of trash and junk scattered about. "Welcome home pup." The cop walked up the front steps, pushing the dog along.

The house was as much of a mess as the yard. Beer cans strewn everywhere, a heavy stench in the air of cigarettes and a locker room after an intense sweaty game. He led the dog upstairs to the master bedroom. "Don't you worry pup, we'll get started on your training soon." The wolf threw the husky onto the large bed, and started to strip naked. Soon crawling in and spooning against the still handcuffed husky. Drifting off to a deep sleep, with one large strong arm holding the husky like a stuffed toy.

Trevor laid there and cried softly. He knew he'd never escape, he didn't even know where he was. The sobbing, and rhythmic snoring of the wolf eventually let the husky drift into an unsteady sleep.