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Though he couldn't see a thing beyond the blindfold, he could hear the soft haptic vibrations and pings of his own phone. But he was helpless to stop the invasion into what was once a private space, just as he was helpless to disobey the trucker's crude command for an altogether different intrusion...

"Damn, you looked cute with all that fur." From Malloy's darkness, he knew it could only be the trucker speaking as it had been him who had ensnared the fox in his current predicament. He didn't need to recognise the rough, slurring voice or sense the foreboding, brutal presence that emanated in the small cabin of the truck, as there was no one else around in the middle of nowhere which had left him with the badger as his only choice to hitch a ride.

"But since you've decided to ditch the fur," there was another muted chime and, with context, realisation sank through Malloy as if a weight had begun diving deep into his stomach as it tried to meet the actual mass rising up his guts, "I guess we shouldn't keep these silly photos so you can forget all about going back to your old life."

Being so clean-shaven felt alien and wrong, with hot flesh once cocooned beneath his pelt now exposed to the damp, stale air of the truck. Phantom sensations of clippers and razor blades still sheared away at his skin, especially if he dwelled too long on the memory of being hauled by the badger into the truck's headlights in the dead of night to be made "presentable." But now his flesh felt unnaturally slick and filthy with sweat and grime he never knew he could experience, adding - or rather removing - another layer to his personhood that left him even more exposed.

The feeling was made worse, however, by the feeling of raw leather sinking into his tender skin. The collar around his neck, blindfold against his eyes, and even the mitts and cuffs on his paws he could all get used to with time, but it was the ball gag strapped around his head that cut against his shaven head with an uncomfortable pinch. He was certain it was pulled a notch too tight in yet another small yet immeasurably sadistic touch of his captor, but the gag itself ensured he would never speak up to voice his agony.

But his displeasure was the point, after all, as the brutish trucker had made it painfully clear that of all the trucks Malloy had flagged down across all the backroads of the country he happened to be on, this was the truck he had been destined for. The badger had wasted little time in turning the fox's road trip into the highway to hell as he abused, tortured, and reshaped the submissive male into something he could truly enjoy. Pain or pleasure, function or fun, it didn't really matter so long as the badger could savour Malloy's suffering.

"Go deeper, bitch," the trucker barked, something like a footpaw kicking against Malloy's ailing erection with slathers of pre dripping across the truck's console, "I'm gonna replace those photos for you, but I wanna see that belly bulging as you show me what a pathetic slut you are."

The last piece of the sordid scene, and arguably all Malloy could really focus on. Beyond the discomfort of his sweating skin, the choking bite of the gag, and the humiliation of his former life being deleted photo by photo, it was the monstrous gear stick of the truck itself pressing into his ass that without a doubt proved how far he had fallen.

It was certainly no cock, nothing quite like anything Malloy had taken before as its unusual shape with a blunt, bulbous head and slim shaft wasn't conducive for anal. But just as he had submitted to his shearing, willingly opened his mouth to the gag, and freely given the badger his phone, so too had he obediently straddled the central console of the truck when he had been ordered to impale himself upon the gear stick.

Its initial entry had been excruciating, as with little lubrication beyond whatever sweat, cum, or other bodily fluids were still lingering and the unnatural shape of the knob it needed force to go in. Gravity had helped a little, Malloy's own resolve had been tested, but it finally broke through after a kind push from the badger had sent him off-balance and back hard onto the gear stick. The cruel, unforgiving shape and texture yielded nothing to him, not like a toy might with pliant latex or silicone, and so he had felt it stab inside his guts like a mace. His innards folded around it as he sunk lower and lower until his hole was sliding over the protruding leather casing around the base of the gear stick, only stopping when he swore he could take no more.

Past his second ring, "hilted" on the gear stick, and trembling on the toes of his footpaws as he tried not to lose his balance again, he felt as if his abdomen was about to burst open with the mass inside him to blame.

"Good bitch," the badger snickered, soon followed by the sounds of camera clicks and the occasional flash, "I bet that's really doing a number on your hole, huh? Forget getting your ass into gear, get the gear into your ass."

There was laughter which Malloy could only reciprocate with mewled whines behind the gag as the badger enjoyed his own poor joke. His cock throbbed with yet more pre though, shivers running through him as he felt the badger's presence move closer. The heat and stench he radiated were overwhelming, as if his freshly bared skin made the experience a thousand times worse, leaving him defenseless to the dominant male,

"Don't worry, it's just a warm-up. I'll give you something to properly scream about."

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