Household Horrors: Devastation
Unlike my last story, this one does not involve two consenting partners. If you aren't a fan of rape, or just want to read a story with all yiff and no emotion, not the story you want to read. Also involves nonconsentual sex between two males, so now you know what you're walking into. This is the first piece in a planned three part series, let me know what you think, as your comments are always welcome.
Another Monday morning rocked the house as the first full week of school began. Noise echoed throughout the house as parents and children alike got themselves ready to start the day off. Breakfast was quickly made and eaten and soon everyone but Joseph had left. Joseph was the father, and though Jack had thought his name was really Dad for awhile, it had clicked that the name was the title for his position in the family. Only the female called him Joseph, so the tabby decided that must be his real name.
Jack was the family cat and had enjoyed his life here. The family who lived with him was very adept at fulfilling his needs as a cat, in both the food and the attention departments, as well as doing a good job leaving him alone when he just wanted to take a nap. Life was all good, and had been the picture of relaxation and ease, but today he could sense something was up, something was different. His senses couldn't quite catch if that something was good or bad, but he knew he probably wasn't going to like it. Life was perfect, why change anything?
"Hey Jack, look who we brought home!" Joseph's voice bellowed through the hallway. The tabby tensed in anticipation. The word 'who' had been used and that had to mean some other creature was making its way into his home. If it was another human, he would pretend to be ticked off, but in reality, it was a good thing, just another addition to those who grant him so much already. But instincts told him that their new resident was a far cry from human.
"Oh Jaaaccckkk! Where are you kitty?" Joseph was pressing. He had only two choices left to make and he needed to choose now. Did he succumb to the calls and meet the new member of the family, or did he disappear from view until he chose to look himself. Being a feline, he regularly chose to be uncooperative, but this time his curiosity was tearing him apart. If he didn't look now, he'd be regretting it for awhile. His mind made up, Jack sauntered out from underneath the piano in the adjacent room and strolled over to where Joseph stood. Seconds later, the tabby was spitting and hissing all the way up the stairs and into Jordan's room.
What the fuck was this?! Betrayal, mutiny, barbarism, torture? Jack had no idea which, but it had to be a combination of some sort. Was his presence not enough that they needed to add another pet into the mix? And a dog no less! The tabby could have accepted another cat, hell, he might have enjoyed its presence, but instead there stood an adolescent border collie, bounding around with far too much energy for Jack to handle. What had he done so wrong to deserve this? As soon as the children came home, he would be neglected, completely forgotten about, becoming a thing of the past, a toy that his companions had gotten tired of.
Would they even remember him at all? He reveled in the enjoyment of jumping at the string they swung back and forth in front of him, the pouncing of the dot of light he knew he could never catch, though he was determined to put on a show for their entertainment, and the stalking after the toys they threw out on the floor for him to attack. Would even a remnant remain? Resigning himself to rejection and betrayal in his own home, Jack stumbled into the room and vaulted upon Jordan's bed. Crawling underneath the covers to hide both himself and his emotional stress, the tabby let soft tears of pain and hurt drop from his eyes. 'What had he done so wrong?' That question echoing nonstop in his mind as he finally fell into a fitful sleep.
A few hours later, Jack woke up dehydrated and hungry. He didn't want to go downstairs and look at the one who was causing him so much pain, but he desperately needed some water. Going without food for a couple days would suck, but if that was what it took to show Joseph and his family his extreme displeasure at the current situation, he would. But he couldn't last without water, nor did he even want to try. Cautiously, Jack stepped outside the room and quietly padded down the stairs. The kitchen smelled of dog, but also an aroma so strong and so delicious, he couldn't resist. He expected to find the water bowl sitting next to his bowl, which would normally be filled with brand name cat food, but this time, the housecat was pleasantly surprised. Instead his bowl was filled with fresh tuna with a small amount of turkey on top.
It was possibly an amendment, a hidden apology, or maybe a bribe in trying to get Jack to accept the presence of the new dog. The tabby didn't know if he was ready to outright accept the apology, but he was sure as hell not going to let such good food sit and rot. Lapping up the cool water helped clear his senses and put him in a right mind, and the tuna and turkey filled his stomach and left him drooling at the corners of his mouth. A quick burp later, and soon the only desire Jack had left was to find a warm, soft spot to take a nap on. Moments later, the thought of a nap was far from his mind as he was fighting for not only his very survival, but quite possibly his entire dignity too.
The dog had come up behind him and was wrestling him down to the floor. Jack was about his same size, but being a housecat who had lived the last two years of his life without a care in the world, he could hardly do much to defend himself against such a strong and aggressive assault. The tabby fought back with everything he had in him, but was soon overpowered by a brutal punch across his ear. Screaming in pain, he fell over on his back, and found himself pinned and then laying flat on his chest before he could even regain his breath.
Left completely vulnerable, Jack desperately struggled to get up, to get his paws back underneath him and sprint for the cat flap on the door, but he was unable to get out from underneath the weight of the dog. A soft lap of the canine's tongue started from the base of his orange tail, tracing a jagged line up his spine and finally ending at the top of his head. Jack screamed in fear as he heard the most sadistic laugh ever escape from his attacker's maw. Mewling in terror and helplessness, the tabby cat's mind swam in circles, trying to find any possible way to escape, to get away from the horror that encompassed him, but there was no way out.
"My, my, my, aren't we going to have a fun day together." Clamping his jaws around Jack's neck, the dog lifted him up off his feet and trekked his way downstairs to the basement. Whimpering and wailing at what unknown horror awaited him, Jack was carried down each step with a purpose that claimed indefinitely to not only take all he held close to himself, but quite possibly, his own life too.
Each step brought the feline further from escape, closer towards whatever demonic future was awaiting him. Without a moment to react, he was thrown forward, the collie dashing back to the door and yanking it shut. Only a dim light shone in the room, lighting up a small, dark red bed in the far left corner, just big enough for the both of them to lie down on. The light reflected off the collie's blue eyes, furthering the fear that shook through Jack's body, but as the canine stepped into the ring of light, Jack finally got a full view of him. His chest fur was a creamy white, flowing all the down to his furred scrotum and flowing up to cover the front section of his face. His hind paws were cream white as well, and the rest of him was a deep, dark brown. What scared Jack the most was the pierced and studded doghood that was slowly emerging from the canine's sheath. Ebony black, the cock was pulling ten inches and was at least three inches thick, and he knew that it wasn't out just for show.
"Get on the bed and lay on your back, and don't you dare think of slashing me with any of your claws. I'll rip your ball sac off if you try. Even then, I'm still be splitting your legs and spreading your pucker. Those stupid humans are out for the whole weekend and borrowed me from a neighbor so I would watch over their stuff. Little did they know, I've had my eye on you for a long time, especially your ass, and I have all of today, tonight, tomorrow and the next to enjoy my freedom all I want." Jack tried to stutter back a response, but all he could do was choke on his own saliva.
Even though the thought of what was coming sickened him, he could still feel his own member hardening and slowly making its way out of his feline sheath. His orange eyes shot different directions, trying to see if there was any escape route he could find, but the dog blocked off every way out and the chances of getting through that built canine was slim to none. His hesitation and indecision caught the collie's attention, soliciting another comment from him.
"Oh, go ahead and try. You've got nothing to lose, and I'd expect nothing less. You won't get punished for trying to escape, just so long as you only try to escape by getting away. If you try to do it by injuring me, that's when things will get very messy." He took yet another step closer to the feline, increasing the size of the obstacle the tabby cat might try to get through. "Look at that pretty shaft of yours, coming out to meet my own. Though you try to disguise it, I think the thought of my doggycock thrusting inside you and my huge knot stretching your hole to its limits and beyond really arouse you. Am I right?"
Jack tried to keep cool, to keep his mind focused on escape, but no matter how hard his mind screamed "No!" his cock continued groaning back a seductive "yessss". In truth, it had been over a year since he had taken a part in any sexual endeavors beyond the simple paw off here and there, and the desire to give in now was growing stronger every second. Jack knew he had only a few more moments before the indecision in his groin would influence his bodily movement. No matter how much his balls needed release and how good it would feel spurting his seed all over his chest after that huge cock slammed deep into his stretched ass, he would feel miserable, violated, and disgusting afterwards.
"The name is Russell. Prepare to be screaming it in only a few hours." Another step forward. "Wow, is that your cock, or a glazed donut stick? Never knew cathood could look so delicious frosted with pre." Jack could feel the cockdrool pour from his shaft and the warm liquid start to drizzle over his balls. His mind was still pleading with him to get moving, but the strength of his sexual need was almost just as strong. The result was such a strong hesitation that he was just frozen on the spot. The knowledge that it was too late to get away gave way to a thought that was growing in importance- the knowledge that he was about to get fucked to heaven, hell and back and he was going to both hate and love it the whole time.
"I would do you the favor of making your tough decision for you, but for now, I'd rather see you squirm, plus I want to see how much of your own crotch you'll impregnate before you just get on that bed. The heat and need must be awfully strong, so how about you lay down and we'll start this party." Russell was standing no more than five feet from Jack and came no closer, simply observing the self drenching of the cat's dick.
Breathing was getting harder in the growing musk that filled the room. The strength of his own scent was too strong, there was no way he would be getting out of here. His mind pleaded with him to make one last effort to get away, but his loins refused, and in his pleasure fogged state of mind, Jack found himself slowly falling backwards. His back hit the bed in a slight faint, and before he even regained some of his senses, he was on his back on the bed, with the collie sitting in between his legs, both his and the canine's crotches hugging each other. The tabby cat could feel his own soaked sac pressed up against the larger scrotum of Russell's. Jack moaned with unabated lust. He wanted to get fucked so badly, but he wanted to get away too.
It didn't matter what the tabby cat wanted, with his cock pressed hard against the warm surface of the huge colliehood against it. Jack hissed and groaned as the large member began rubbing over his own shaft, spreading the layer of precum onto the dog's ebony dick. The tabby cat had never thought of his own feline cock was small, and truth be told, it was larger than most domestic cats. Standing strong at seven inches long and an inch and a half thick, any cat wanting a large prick inside them would have drooled at the sight of Jack's hammer. But as he felt his dick glide across the aggressive dog's, Jack couldn't help but feel dwarfed in comparison. Pleasure jolted through the feline's crotch as his tool received the desperately needed stimulation.
This continued on for several minutes, with Russell continuing to torment his feline prey while at the same time soaking his own cock. Jack's head was pressed hard against the sheets, hissing and bucking from the deliberately slow ministrations. His dick ached so bad, the thought of release so strong that he couldn't control himself. Even now, the cat was making soft thrusts in response to his captor, his rapist. Soft whimpers and mewls escaped from his lips, the air so heavy with male musk and hormones that it was hard to catch his breath.
Russell's dick was aptly soaked, and was now starting to produce its own pre. Having control of the situation and in what direction it would travel made controlling his loins rather easy. The story was completely opposite for the feline below him, and the collie knew the adrenaline and excitement and fear would send him towards an unwanted climax before he had gotten him where he wanted him to be. Of course, he didn't want to keep Jack from an orgasm, but it wasn't the correct time for the first one. He wanted to taste the intensity of the feline spunk, wanted the tabby to bellow as she shot spurt after spurt of semen into the canine's maw and down his throat.
The sensation of that huge dick dragging down his soaked loins was becoming far too much to handle, and Jack knew he was less than a minute from experiencing what would be his most orgasmic and mind blowing climax. He only wished that it had come from something he wanted. Groaning as heat began to build in his balls, his scrotum tightened in anticipation of his incoming ejaculation, but the stimulation needed to send him spiraling towards temporary ecstasy, but a much more permanent pain ceased. The tip of the monster laid on his ball sac, coating the furry orbs with canine precum. Tracing a line down the center of his sac to the base of his tail, the shaft's tip rested against his puckerhole.
"Now we start your pleasurable demise. Oh, how I've waited so very long for this opportunity. I've always had a thing for cats, but I can't stand the disgusting, overweight ones, which is what everyone of them living here are except for you and Tassel, and he's a feisty son of a bitch. I might still try and get him some day, but for now, you'll satisfy me for quite some time. When I see you the last time, drenched in my essence and your own, in tears, crying in emotional torture, knowing that this is everything you didn't want, but you still asked for it, I think that will be the most fun I've had ever since being taken off the streets."
"I didn't ask for anything. Never, not once did I say I wanted this." Jack whispered back. He knew he was going to physically enjoy every moment, but be mentally throwing up, but at least he could hold onto the fact that he never said this was what he wanted.
Russell could see the gears turning in Jack's mind, and knew what he was thinking, what he was telling himself. The collie was not going to leave his prey with a single sliver of solace, not one. He had known that his form of foreplay was not quite complete.
"You haven't yet, but you'll be screaming for me to knot and claim you, and when your lust drains away, that thought will haunt you forever." With a confident grin that seemed to slam home the point, the dog began pushing against the feline's sphincter, slowly forcing his way through the futile resistance. "Ohhh, I love it when they fight the inevitable." Russell groaned as the constant pressure began wearing upon his prize.
Whimpers poured from Jack's mouth as his mind finally had temporary control and had him fighting with everything he had, but the dog held him firm against the couch, and was slowly spearing his sword of flesh inside him. Finally, his pucker gave way, and the tip of the shaft began to puncture his flesh.
"No...no..ungghhh.....arrrgghh.....ahhhhh!!" The tabby's cries of refusal turned into those of brutal pain as the canine above him began entering his ass. Pain lanced through his pelvis and traveled all the way up to his chest, constricting his lungs, making it hard to breathe.
Grunts bellowed from the collie as his huge dick slowly worked its way further and deeper into the feline. He was three inches in and was not stopping. The going was becoming very difficult, and though Russell had been hoping for a smooth entry, he knew he would have to pummel thrust the rest of the way in. With quick, stutter humps that dragged the cat's bare flesh with it, the collie began releasing spurts of precum into the inner walls of flesh inside his pet. Ever so slowly, movement began again, and with each short thrust, more of the ten inch pole disappeared into the ever widening and slickened feline asshole.
Jack cried out as those short, quick thrusts drove that huge dick further inside him. Close to half of that pole of flesh was in him now, his ass desperately striving to stretch around such a monster. Each thrust was tearing a caterwaul of sheer pain from his lips, as that tip pushed a little deeper each time. The level of pain was unimaginable, his flesh being ripped forward and backward, rubbing raw from the friction. His yells caught with more fervency as the constant brutal penetration continued. Jack wondered if this was how it felt to get stabbed.
With a short chuckle, Russell glanced down, noticing the trickle of blood making its way out from his victim's ass. Determined to finally hilt the tabby, the collie pulled back out to only his tip, grabbed a firm hold of the feline's waist and slammed forward.
His amber eyes rolled backwards, his whole body seizing up as a shockwave of pain coursed through every muscle in his body. What had once felt like stabbing now felt as if someone had blasted him with a shotgun plunged up his rear end. He felt something inside him snap and when he finally relaxed even a tiny bit, he could feel his own blood soaking his inner walls, slowly smothering the cock inside him. Seconds later, the drip of blood from his ass turned into a thick drool of blood and precum. The pain ever so slowly subsided, his muscles going from taught to numb, but tightening up again with every one of the collie's heartbeats that could be felt lancing through the member buried inside him.
Russell sighed in intense pleasure as the painful constrictions coming from the feline below him coaxed spurts of pre from his shaft, the viselike grip pressuring every sensitive spot on his dick. The hot blood soaked around his dick, causing him to groan in sickening joy. The collie bent down and nipped the tabby's neck, bringing the cat back to reality. Once again, the feline grabbed the sheets, clenching hard around the invading member, groaning in total agony.
"And now we fuck." With that, Russell softly pulled back a couple inches before smoothly sliding back in. The blood was serving as a perfect lubrication and was making movement much easier. He drew back again, savoring the feel of the slick flesh grabbing at his shaft, shivers of bliss flowing through his whole form. The feline below him was still grabbing at the bed, eyes clinched shut, as if trying to block out the whole situation. But even his disguise was falling; the claws digging in the sheets and the soft huffs of breath were signaling a tiny bit of himself that was enjoying the collie's slow rutting. Russell would make sure that the cat would be begging for both his own release and for the collie's seed to be shot deep into his bowels.
The drilling started deepening, and with the lubrication of his own blood and the collie's precum, the pain decreased, and soon a soft, disgusting pleasure began building. Jack could feel bile raising in his throat, such a subtle sweetness that it made him want to vomit. The pole inside him rubbed over his prostate, over and over again, each thrust causing a pulse of bliss to wash over the dull ache of pain that existed in every muscle inside his ass. Suddenly, he bucked up, arching has back, as his spiny maleness was taken a hold of by a warmly padded paw.
"Just relax and enjoy it." Russell moaned out while he continued his deliberate pace. "You know you want this, you want my seed, you want my cock and you want to give in." The collie firmly massaged the feline's dark red member, grinning as each hard squeeze not only produced a spurt of pre, but also elicited a loud hiss from the tabby cat. Words were lost as both feline and canine engaged in the act of mating. Thrusts were coming longer and harder, breeding instincts taking over the collie's mind.
Pleasure smothered his crotch, each shove of that strong shaft sending waves of bliss crashing over and through his frame, each stroke over his spiny maleness bringing him closer and closer to a release he both wanted and needed as well as despised and prayed would never come. A small liquid splattered onto his chest, followed by another splash and then another. Jack opened his eyes to catch the collie's blue ones staring holes through him. Drool and foam and grunts flowed from his maw, the first two beginning to constantly fall on his chest. The thrusts slammed home harder, each one feeling as though it had even more purpose than the other.
Jack could no longer tell if the liquid draining from his ass was more his ripped ass' blood or the collie shaft's pre, but it no longer mattered. The muscles rolled with each feral hump, grasping at the invading dick every time it slid back out. Even his mind couldn't stand the sensory assault, the tabby finding himself involuntarily thrusting his own ass in rhythm with his rapist, wanting, no needing, the feel of the dog's balls slapping against his own sac. The canine knot had only just started inflating, the quiet pops of his pucker quickly stretching and relaxing from the small enlargement pumping in and out of his ass, but there were no signs of the collie losing control of his pace or his climax.
On the other hand, Jack was rapidly succumbing to swift pumps up and down his over stimulated cathood. He could feel his sac tightening in anticipation of the incoming delicious orgasm. Just as he was about to scream to the heavens, the paw left his barbed shaft. Moaning in coital frustration, Jack began humping the air, but there just wasn't enough sensation to get him to climax. His yowl of annoyance of his orgasmic denial was drowned out as the collie's lips slipped around his own.
Feral eyes stared down at his prize, this beautiful specimen and prey grinding in rhythm to each of his thrusts. Russell brought his paws up to the feline's chest and began massaging his nipples. The taste of fire, both in anger and feral desire flowed over his lips as he mashed them to the feline's own and began savagely and dominatingly kissing him. "You.....are..mine," the collie huffed out in between the locking of their lips. "Just ad....mit it, you....want this." The tabby shuddered back, his amber eyes hiding under his eyelids as small tears dripped out of his eyes. Russell lifted his muzzle from the feline's, strings of saliva connecting the two maws. "Don't cry yet, save that for later. For now, enjoy the last time someone ever touches you because they want you. After I'm done with you, no one will want you ever again." With that, the collie brought his jaws down to Jack's neck, biting down softly, and then suckling and licking his tender and vulnerable muscles.
The feeling of being so dominated, of being forced into such submission and humiliation was turning Jack on so much, all he wanted was for the dog to keep fucking him, to continue thrusting into his ass until he had built up as much of his seed as he could, before blasting his load into his feline depths. He had been so sure that he didn't want this, but now his body disagreed so strongly that he didn't know anymore. Russell was violating him in so many ways, but he needed it, he so desperately wanted it. The tabby knew his future climax would send him into the clouds of ecstasy and beyond, but would leave him forever emotionally scarred, but right now, he didn't care about the future. All he wanted was the delight his body was experiencing to never end.
The veiny, luscious dick pounding the life out of him was getting closer to the release Jack's ass was desperately trying to pull from it. His lover was no longer slamming his whole cock in, his knot too large to utilize until he was ready to tie, but the delicious exhilaration was more than enough to drive the feline mad with desire and need. At the peak of each thrust, his barbed shaft pulsed another stream of the clear precum from it. Breathing was almost impossible, the level of musk mixed with the pressure around his neck causing each heave of oxygen to prove less effective than the last.
At this point, Jack no longer cared about his dignity, no longer cared about what he would lose afterwards, he just needed release, and even more so, he had to feel that knot inside him. The humps inside of his ass were becoming erratic and desperate, the knot bumping into his pucker with every thrust, the two pairs of balls smacking against each other at every hilt. The feline needed release, he was going to suffocate without it. Between gasping breaths, Jack panted, his cock spitting pre out like a fountain. Getting enough air with the collie's jaws locked around his neck was nigh impossible, but after a minute of struggling, the feline finally whispered out. "Russsss......"
He had heard that fateful tone, and he knew the time had come. Holding off his own orgasm had been becoming more and more difficult, the feline had fought valiantly, but with his name whispered like that, Russell knew he had won. With one last thrust, he hilted up to the knot, and then freed Jack's neck from his jaws. "What do you need?"
With his amber eyes aflame with desire and self-hatred at what he was about to say, Jack choked out, "Please......" A small hiccupping sob followed, "please fuck me."
Russell beamed out a huge grin, but he wanted more. "What was that? You're speaking too quietly for me to hear you. Speak up."
As if saying it once wasn't painful enough, the collie was going to make him work for his release. He glared at him in ruthless anger. Now that the thrusting had stopped, all he felt was fury at the collie for violating and humiliating him. The evil dog growled back hungrily and began sliding his dick back. Without giving him anytime to respond, he smoothly worked his way back in, flexing his rod the whole way.
Squirming under the slow assault, the dormant pleasure erupted in full force again, his prostate screaming at him to just give in and let him release. Control belonged to the collie, and there was no hope of taking it back. The slow thrusts continued, the pleasure building, but it still remained just too little stimulation for him to reach his climax.
With full control of both his voice and loins, Russell smiled at the squirming cat, knowing he was only seconds away from a full victory. "How about we try this again? What do you want me to do?"
Gasping back with the last tendril of self-control, Jack had every plan to tell the collie that the only thing he wanted him to do was to go to hell, but just as he started speaking, a paw softly grasped his dick and tantalizingly began tickling the barbs, his claws just brushing over the flesh. Excruciating ecstasy smashed into him like a train, and the feline found himself gargling the words he had planned on saying, replacing them with a feral scream and the words "FUCK ME!!"
Bringing his muzzle close to the beaten cat's ears, Russell kissed the brown nose and whispered to him, "As you wish, bitch." And with that the canine straightened up, grabbed a firm hold of the cat's waist and began savagely thrusting in and out, sliding in and out like a jackhammer. Large amounts of both blood and precum splattered Jack's ass and the collie's balls and crotch, driving his shaft forward with growing desperation. Pulling back one last time, removing all but the tip, the canine slid forward easily and rammed his maleness deep into the tabby's asshole. Taking one more breath, Russell pushed forward hard, pushing his huge knot into the cat.
With a deafening scream of pain, Jack arched his back as the canine knot forced its way inside him. The feline slammed his head back, ripping at the sheets, yowling as sweet pain coursed through his body and shaft, and then the tie was complete. Before he could even fall back down in pure contentment, a velvet paw clamped around his cock and began pumping. A second one grasped his ball sac and began massaging the taught scrotum. The short jackhammer thrusts complimented the delightful stimulation, and the sheet digging began again. Unimaginable heat brewed in his sac and traveled up his shaft, enveloping his whole consciousness with sharp, painful warmth.
The fire built like a volcano, building in his sac more and more, growing hotter and hotter, sweat pouring off his body, as he struggled to stay awake. Then, without warning, his scrotum exploded, sending semen flying up his shaft. Jack screeched as ropes of searing hot feline spunk shot from his dick, gasping as one paw kept pumping it, encouraging it to keep shooting pulse after pulse. The other paw wrapped around the base of his tail and held him steady as Russell's short thrusts found purchase. Strings of cum plastered his chest and even a little of his chin, pleasure engulfing his entire body, as he continued throbbing semen from his member.
Russell growled as his knot sent waves of insane pleasure through his crotch. Finally, letting out a large howl of victory, the collie let loose his load, continuing to thrust as he began spitting his load into his bitch's ass. Ecstasy poured through his whole body, electricity jumping through his shaft as each heartbeat sent more of his essence into the feline. He moved both his paws back to the tabby's shoulders, holding him down as he mated him.
Jack fell back as the post coital high rushed over him. The pain of what he had not only allowed to happen, but had asked for stayed away from his thoughts, and all he knew afterwards was falling asleep on his back with the collie lying on top of him.
Russell groaned as the last bit of seed flowed from his bone into the tabby's perfect ass. Pulling out an alarm and headphones from underneath the bed, the collie put the headphones in his ears and set the alarm for an hour later. Only he would hear the alarm, and then the end to the escapade would occur after he had the feline completely immobilized and silenced.
Just as planned, the alarm rang inside the collie's ears and he slowly pulled out of the feline. He groaned softly as his member slipped out, followed by his cum and more of the tabby's blood. Taking out the final items he had brought for this moment, Russell got to work.
Guilt swam through Jack's head as he came to, waking up with the feel of cold semen sticky and matted in his chest and the soup running from the hole between his legs. He had never really wanted this, but in his weakness, had succumbed to the collie. The cold fact of the situation still remained; the feline had let another male absolutely dominate and humiliate him and during the whole thing, had loved it. The stench of the dog's cum and musk were beyond enough to make Jack want to puke, but strangely, he couldn't get up.
That was when he completely awoke and noticed the horrid state of his surroundings. His arms were stuck behind his back, tied together with rope and handcuffed together at the wrists. Sitting up was impossible, and when he looked, he could see why; a metal chain wrapped around his upper chest, keeping his back pinned to the bed. Jack quickly found out his ankles were stuck too, as metal clanged when he tried to pull them towards his body. His entire body was fully stuck. The feline cautiously opened his eyes trying to see if he was still where he had been before, and then wished he never had.
Blue eyes stared down at him, the collie standing over his feline form. A grin formed on the canine's face, followed by his two paws traveling to his crotch. Jack watched in frozen horror as the collie pulled back his sheath to reveal his already stiffening, brown cock, beginning to stroke it. The second paw sunk a bit lower and began massaging his scrotum, causing the dog to groan in lust. Jack stared as that brown snake grew in size, quickly inflating with blood to the ten inches that the feline had been pounded to ecstasy with. Each stroke over that canine member sent shivers of pain and agony flowing through the cat's spine, not at all aroused by the show, only sickened.
The stroking continued, the display only causing more hurt and self hatred to build within Jack's mind. He had given in to his desires, the lust of a dog that didn't give a shit about him, a dog that had only wanted to abuse him and never see him again. At least he hoped that was the case. If this collie wanted to do more with him, there was no way he was able to defend himself or get away. Hopefully, Russell would just let him go after he painted his feline chest with his potent semen. All Jack wanted to do right now was find a sharp object and plunge his belly upon it.
Minutes passed, and Jack knew the collie above him was reaching the end of his stamina. His eyes were closed, his paw pumping working feverishly upon his cock, pre draining from the slit like a leaking sink. Moaning one last time, the dog's eyes opened, and he aimed his hard dick at the feline's face. Sadistically smiling, he snarled and came.
Jack closed his eyes as hot canine semen shot onto his muzzle, on his cheeks, some of it landing directly onto his lips. Whimpers and sobs shook his form as he was covered in the collie's white slime, his cheeks drooling with soaked in cum. A few more streaks hit his face and the bridge of his nose before they lost strength and drizzled down his neck and chest. With rapid breaths, the canine took a few steps back and then aimed his softening dick at the feline's crotch. With a soft hiss, another liquid began pouring from his dick, coating Jack's groin with urine.
Minutes later, Jack laid there by himself, still chained and tied to the bed, his face soaked with canine cum, his crotch drenched in canine piss. After relieving himself, the canine had left without a word, leaving an absolutely humiliated and violated feline to torture himself for days over what he had not only let happen, but had begged for too. The scent of the collie still lingered heavily inside the room, and no longer able to hold it back, the nausea that had been slowly growing landed with full force upon the tabby's stomach. Jack panted and whimpered as the bile rose again and he threw up.
With no ability to turn anywhere, the vomit simply splattered on his face, poured down his chin and sprayed his neck and cheeks. The strong, pungent smell of his own puke so close to him encouraged his stomach to purge itself more. Hack after hack burst from his throat, drenching his muzzle and face with digested food. The acidic residue burned at his skin, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. Finally, with no substance left to throw up, Jack passed out from exhaustion. If only sleep could save him from the demon that now haunted his entire being.
The feline woke up to the sounds of someone walking through the house above him, calling out to him. The voice sounded familiar, but he didn't care. All Jack wanted was to die, to disappear before anyone found him in such a degraded and disgusting state. If only he could get free of the ropes tying his hands behind him, he'd be able to at least try to get away. But, as stuck as he was now, there was no way he was going anywhere. The voice took on more urgency, the sounds of paws lightly scampering through the house, dashing into one place before leaving again.
"Jack! Where are you?!" The tone held no cajoling or patronizing sounds, but reeked more of total worry, and growing fear. "Come on, answer me. Jack!" He now recognized the voice, as it was the only one of all the only other cats he could tolerated near him. Tassel. If he had simply been hurt emotionally or physically, he would have gladly accepted the Russian Blue's presence, but this had been too much, and he didn't want anyone near him. He knew if anyone saw him like this, he would never...what? Live it down? He was dead to himself and to the rest of the world anyway. Maybe Tassel could free him, so the tabby could find something to impale his face on.
He heard the paws scampering around directly above him. "Damn it, I know you're here Jack, what the fuck happened? Answer me! God damn it!" With a small, hiccupping choke, Jack revealed his location inside the horrifying house. All noise stopped as the feline above him located the source of that sound, and then they could be heard flying down the stairs. The door to the basement shook as Tassel struggled to get the door open, and then he did.
Light flooded into the room, enveloping Jack in the two things he loved most: sunlight and the cat standing in it. With a gargled laugh, the tabby remembered that it no longer mattered what he loved. The sunlight would never look the same to his eyes, and Jack would be lucky if all Tassel did was gag on him. Milliseconds later, the dark blue furred cat was by his side, hands underneath his back, working on untying the rope keeping the cat's arms pinned underneath.
Finally succeeding, Tassel pulled the rope out, freeing Jack's arms, gently straightening them out as the atrophied muscle yelled in defiance. Seconds later, he held an assortment of four keys in his paw. Using one he unlocked the handcuffs around his wrists and then disappeared underneath the table. After some fumbling around, the chain slid from around the tabby's chest, falling on the floor. Soon the cuffs around his ankles dropped to the ground, leaving Jack completely free of his bindings.
"Oh my god, what happened to you?" Tassel whispered, softly wrapping his arms around the tabby's back and lifting him from the bed. Jack cringed at the touch, but accepted it, the pain of being alone and unwanted too strong to continue accepting it. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he collapsed into Tassel's arms, beginning to sob uncontrollably. Tears poured from his eyes, screams escaping from his parched lips as the nightmares of what he had just lived through overwhelmed his mind.
All Jack wanted to do was to die, but for now he could accept the warmth of a body cradling his broken heart and wounded soul. He had the whole rest of his life in front of him to kill himself. For now, he gave in to the roiling, foaming and crashing waves of emotional anguish that slammed into him, and sobbed and wailed in the comforting hold of someone who cared.