Ruff (M/M)
A vulpine videographer gets hired for a porn shoot, only to discover it's splatterporn.
Ruff
by H. A. Kirsch (HawkWolf)
Copyright 2010
My name's Todd and I'm a videographer. Doesn't that sound exciting? 99% of 'videographers' shoot commercials. That's not exciting.
Well, I shoot porn.
This guy from Rough Trade studios hired me. 'I want you to do some artsy shit. You know how all those pornos these days have that super hot lighting shit going on, it's all cut nice, everyone's all glistening? You're gonna take a camera and follow this wolf as he goes in and hammers some skinbag like a nail.'
Sure thing, captain. Just fork over my retainer.
Okay, for a start, the 'wolf' was actually a 'wolf-dog'. He didn't seem to want to talk to me, so I had to guess. Half german shepherd, half wolf. Dark muzzle, gray wolf markings on the rest of his head. It looked good. It looked different. His outfit was going to be a motorcycle jacket, faggot-tight leather jeans, cowboy boots, driving gloves, and some designer sunglasses. Good enough. Black leather's a bitch with ambient lighting, but whatever.
He was a jerk. He barely even told me what to do. Get in the car. Get out of the car. Wait for me to get out of the car. Follow me. Get out of the fucking way, get out of any reflections, shut your mouth, and roll until I say stop.
Aye-aye, wolf doggy.
Next problem: there was no set. A lot of porn gets shot on location at gritty places, but you still get out hot lights and a catered burrito bar and shit. Not this time. It was some old clinic at the outskirts of town. It'd been closed down for a while, as far as I knew. There was another car there, in the back. The power was still on.
Get out. Okay, I got out.
Follow me. Okay, I hunkered down and got the wolf-dog guy's boots coming out of his truck. I had a digital-grade steadicam, so the footage would look nice at the expense of my back. I followed him along as he clip-clopped across the parking lot, then rose up as he went for the back door. It was unlocked, and he banged right in.
Okay, problem 1: fucking bad lighting. The lights were on, but it was your regular hallway, overhead lights, a few burned out here and there. Well, whatever, it's his movie, not mine, and I had the feeling that if I stopped to complain and start it over, I'd get kicked in the face. The bad lighting was nullified by the wolf-dog's way of stalking down the hall. Not only was he fucking confident, but those boots rang out with big, hollow clacks. Real cowboy strut, there. That was going to work real well for the kinky freaks in the audience.
Luckily, I had fancy running shoes on so I didn't make a sound. Boy, was he taking the fucking long way. The building was apparently a big U inside, and we'd gone in close to one of the corners. Whatever. Long shots are cinematically impressive.
He stopped by some door with a big screened-glass window in it, the kind that was maybe two thirds of the door. It had some lettering on it which had been scraped off with a razor blade. I could tell because, as I filmed Mr. Puppy Face stepping up to try the door with a silent twist to the knob, I spotted the razor blade on the floor.
Someone was inside the room already. I could tell because they were groaning and grunting, audible through a crack in the ill-fitting door frame. It was only one person's groaning and grunting, so this was going to be the old 'surprise the masturbating weirdo' trick. That gave me a bit of a creep. I'd seen that trick before, come to think of it, when I was looking at what Rough Trade usually did. Rape fetish.
The door wouldn't budge, and if wolf-dog had a key, he didn't let me know about it. Instead, he heaved back and kicked the door in. It worked, with a humungous bang that scared me back into the wall. Viewers would see some cool sort of yank-back, but really, I bashed back and hit my head and got the wind knocked out of me. The wolf-dog just stalked right on in.
I brought up the rear. Inside the room, dick rapidly going limp as it stuck out of his spraypainted jeans, was some human guy. Tight jeans, cowboy boots just like the wolf-dog, tight white teeshirt. He was one of those wiry pornstar types who started out with just flat and worked his ass off to get to defined flat. Broad chest, though, and masculine. Nice, cut face, short hair, groomed stubble, and a big uncut dick. Well, big and floppy, now. He really lost that boner fast as he startled and jumped up. The room was a waiting room, and he'd just been leaning back in one of the chairs, beating off.
Not any more. No words, just the wolf-dog stalking the human guy around in the waiting room. I don't think the human was really expecting someone to smash the door down; he had this unhealthy palor to him, and he was shined with sweat. Hell, my muzzle was sweating: I had to keep the camera steady, make the shot look nice, and wrangle fifty pounds of camera and stabilizer shit. That stuff's not heavy - you make it light and it wiggles and your audience gets seasick and doesn't buy your porn any more.
This wolf-dog was fucking angry. He started to growl, then snarl, face wrenching away from that mean-ass black-muzzled stare into a huge double-row of dangerous teeth, drool, and yanked-back ears.
The human made a run for it, but the wolf-dog beat him. Both were in cowboy boots and it was a tile floor, but that big beast had a bit of the upper hand. The human guy skidded to a stop and grabbed for the door, only to get bodychecked into it by the wolfdog, smashing it shut with a room-ringing bang. Human guy turned around, and CLAP! No, well, not really a clap. When you watch a Hollywood movie, someone who gets hit with a punch is augmented with this big punch-into-leather-sandbag thump. In reality, a good hard punch just sounds like someone hitting their fist with their other hand.
This was a good, hard punch. The wolf powered his gloved fist into the guy's face, whipping it to the side. The guy staggered back against the door. CLAP! An exact repeat, this time with a hard flinch before it and a big spray of red splatter across the door. Then the wolf-dog clutched onto the human's shirt, leaving a smear, and heaved him away.
I decided to go show what happened. Partly because this was going to be violent, and partly because I wanted to know how violent. I got a closeup shot of the splatter, then took a look myself while tracking the camera around the room blind. I wiped up a splot, shaking a bit as I held the camera with one hand. I tasted it.
Blood. Not corn starch and red dye, not ketchup, not strawberry jam, not anything fun that people use. Salty, coppery, fresh blood.
I turned and zeroed in on the fighters just as the human double-punched the wolf-dog in the chest. In return, the canine threw him onto the racks of chairs. I've seen fighting before. Just because I shoot porn now doesn't mean I started off with it. It's just convenient and fast, plus, well, I like porn. I worked on one indie-priced action flick that had a lot of fighting. The guys were amateur pro wrestlers - that's a funny term - and knew how to throw each other around.
This wolf-dog knew how to throw guys around for real. That back-plant onto the chairs made the human holler out this strained sound, then he fell to the floor, body curved, back arching, gagging sounds coming out of his mouth. Breath knocked out of him, spine stunned. This wasn't so fun any more, but what could I do? If I put the camera down, I'd have a wolf-dog going after me. All I know how to do is point a camera at someone and wait for them to shoot off.
The canine snarled and crouched down, then grabbed at the white teeshirt in two hands and pulled. It started to rip, and he finished it with a rrrruuhh!, tearing it hem to collar. The human finally rolled over and coughed blood onto the floor, then tried to get up. Wolf-doggy grabbed him by the back of the shirt, yanked it off by forcing the guy's arms back, then pulled him up into one of the chairs. CLAP! THUD! Punch to the face, kick to the sternum. That kick put a filled-in horseshoe print in red on the guy's pec, from a cowboy boot heel.
For his next violent trick, the wolf-dog got out something from his belt and it blinded the camera with a reflected flash from the room lights. A big fucking knife. He lurched forward and kneeled onto the human's lap, and I barged off to the side. He heaved it up and the human dude let out a NOOOHH! The knife went right down into the guy's crotch, then ripped out underneath the wolfdog as the creature lept off. I just about threw up. In fact, since the video's completely unedited, you can hear me gagging pretty hard.
Of course, there was no blood fountain. There was the flop-out of dick and balls and pale sweaty human skin. Wolf-dog didn't stab the skinbag; he gored the crotch of his pants and ripped it away. That's porn right there.
Then the human got up and ran. He ran, bolted, lurched and yelled, tearing out of the room and into the doctor exam room block. Remember, it was a clinic. Was - now it was an abandoned building. Hell, maybe even the furniture wasn't original. Fuck if I know, all I know is that the sign outside was gone and there were some mangled "do not enter" tapes keeping people from using the parking lot for a skate park or a place to shoot each other with real weapons.
The wolf ran, although it wasn't really the same kind of running. I mean, all hybrids are plantigrade, they all have generally human body structure, but this wolf-dog guy kind of loped. He didn't look frantic, he just hurtled after the bloodied masturbater. I hurtled after both of them, a kind of super-powerwalk. It hurt and I was panting hard by the time I caught up to them.
Take-down number two: from the back. Wolf-dog didn't jump the guy as much as he jumped up and kicked him in the back. Thud-thud, two underslung riding boot heels to the traps. The wolf then _lept off of_ the human guy, cleared an exam table, bounced off the wall, then swung towards me. I backed up and shut the door to the room by mistake, almost dropped the motherfucking camera. There was a _smear_ of blood on the floor from the guy's face. He came up, managed to kneel, only to get clocked in the face by another heavy-duty gloved-hand pound. The wolf-dog had his boot up in the air and was about to go for a curb stomp when the human cried out.
"You stay there. Stay. Lie flat."
The human didn't budge, just breathed, huffing against the floor, an occasional gurgly sniff from his nose.
Wolf-mutt went around the room, flinging open drawers, cabinets. He barged towards me and flung the door open as I stepped to the side, clopped out into the waiting room, then returned with two table lamps. By this point, I wasn't really trying to _film_. I had a camera and I was documenting, with as little shaky-cam as possible. This was fucking ridiculous. That guy was _hurt_, but presumably the entire thing was a setup. How the hell would some wolf hybrid know that there was some guy jerking off in a waiting room somewhere?
The wolf-dog tried to smash the lamps, but they were plastic. He tried to chew the cord off the base, growling and snarling, drool flopping out of his mouth as he bit and gnawed and finally separated it. Both lamps ruined, he took the cords down and started playing around with the human guy. He was kind of red, chest still heaving. I think that was supposed to be good - if he was all pale and clammy, that would be shock, right? Fuck me, I'm not a doctor.
Hands behind the head, lashed together, cord around the neck to stop struggling. Ankles together, tight enough that the cord dug in around the cowboy boot leather. The wolf-dog then picked the guy up and dumped him onto the exam table, onto that ugly brown naugahide shit. He didn't mess around, none of that paper stuff to keep germs off it.
Okay, they were gonna get down to business. Good. It's still porn. Wolf-dog got his dick out and wow. Imagine a canine dick with its little cum-spike, big knot, torpedo shaft. Then turn the spike into a concave glans, add a ridge around the dickhead like a human cock, and turn the knot into a suggestion, not a fucking balls-on-a-stick exclamation point. That was his dick. Inky, delicious black, glistening with sweat, and covered in a sweaty foreskin that I could smell from where I was. He snarled and coughed, spit into his palm, did it again, again, again. He fucked his dickhead into the puddle, then stepped up behind the shaking skinbag. No, he pulled the lowest step out of the exam bed, then stepped on it, then stepped up behind.
He was in with one push, one wet squelch and a gagging sound from the human. That guy was really, really trying to hold it back, but he ended up crying out the second the wolf-dog moved in the slightest. Wolf-mutt punched him in the back of the head and gruffed. It wasn't the same kind of punch as before, just a thud, a warning, a fucking _swat_. The wolf-dog leaned forward and put the whole thing in, all fucking nine or ten inches of it, even that big bulge at the base. He pulled back and the bloodied skinbag writhed around.
For someone so fucking violent, the hybrid didn't really fuck like a wolf. He just took his time, growling and drooling, long-dicking the human until the guy sounded like he was enjoying it. I slowly crept up until I had a good chance to closeup shot them. Man, that dick was awesome. Just as I was leaning in real close, the wolf-dog gruffed at me. I looked up at him, then he flicked his head towards the human's face. The guy was... remember Fight Club? Yeah. He didn't look like he'd enjoyed anything for years. He also wasn't very young. I expected young twink, but he was probably forties.
Wolf-dog kept up that languid thrusting as he opened his coat and took something out. What was it? It was a plastic cube full of gray stuff. It was one of those razor blade dispensers! No no no no no, this isn't porn anymore again, this is something else, maybe you should stop filming this, maybe you should stop filming this!
Instead, I watched as wolf-dog slipped a blade out, then started _cutting_ the guy's back. Of all the things the poor shit could have done to react, he groaned and tensed himself. I expected blood everywhere, but there really wasn't more than just a thin little line. He wasn't just cutting randomly. He was writing. He was writing a fucking ESSAY. Well, not really, but more than just a word or two.
I'd seen that kind of shit before. I'd actually seen a massively epic display of it, except I was really really really drunk and I wasn't very close to it. It was Over There, while I was getting my whiskey dick blown by some guy who really loved stroking my tail. This was Up Close, and I was watching a fucking sadistic wolf-shepherd scrawl out some kind of ransom note on this guy's back.
"You. Get something to hit him with. Something to whip him with."
"Me?"
The wolf-dog didn't talk, just snarled, snapped. He almost bit my fucking nose off. He _did_ bite the camera, and came away with some industrial grip foam in his mouth that he spat into my face. "Put that down. Leave it on. Leave it shooting us. Get a whip, and shut your mouth."
This is probably a good time to say that I have a really, really, really big thing for wetting myself. Right there, I set the camera down on the counter, aimed it at them, and let 'er rip. It was the least I could do to make myself feel better, and to stop that weird muscle-hunching feeling of a bladder spasm from almost fainting. Wolf-dog glared at me, sniffed at the air. Meanwhile, I got to revel in a few long seconds of almost orgasmic bliss as I dumped about a cup and a half of fox pee into my Rusty's. Skinbag looked at me and I immediately turned away. He looked like a zombie. A zombie getting his asshole turned to putty.
The thing about pissing yourself is that sure, it's embarrassing all the way through, but it's really bad once it gets cold. I moved on out of the room. Something to whip with, something to whip with...
I explored the clinic. The wolf-dog didn't say to hurry up. He could have his little alone time with zombie-face and Mr. Camera. There was plenty of disk memory space in that thing. I found the utility room, which was a total mess. It looked like someone was going to rewire it, a spool of some huge cable. We're talking the stuff that powers your whole house. That stuff is wire in the sense that it's not a solid bar of metal. Pick up a two foot piece of it, and it's just kind of like a flexible rod. So I cut off about eight feet of it and folded it up so I could carry it.
I came back to the room and... and... that wolf-dog guy was being kind of affectionate? He was leaning, carefully, over the human's back, kissing and biting at his ears. The human, in turn, sounded like he was going to orgasm any second, for about a minute straight.
Wolf-dog stepped back and unplugged with a wet plop. Oh god, that fat dick was ruining the human's fuckhole, it was gaping and quivering and drooling... was that precum? Was that enough precum _to_ drool out? It made me a little sick. Guys do weird shit to their bodies. Wetting your pants even though you're thirty-five is nothing compared to ass-blasting. Besides, foxes smell, I just like to do my part to perpetuate it.
He came up to me with this slow stomp, lifted his gloved hand, and yanked the folded cable out of my hand. He sniffed at it, growled, then turned back to the human. He didn't straighten it out - he just clutched it at one end, black leathered fingers hooked into the black stuff.
Oh god. He lifted his arm and beat the human across the back. The guy screamed and words appeared. Words in _blood_. It was like some kind of horror movie. Another hit, another hit, and they sounded kind of wet after a second or two.
"REX WAS HERE". "FUCK HOLE -->" - that one aimed down the spine at the human's ass. "BLOODY SKINBAG". "CUM TARGET" - that one had a generic sort of bullseye just on part of the human's shoulder. "I HATE DOGS AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS ASS-KICKING".
Rex, huh? Wolf-mutt had a name. His name was Rex Paulsen! Shit, I was Jack's quivering empty bladder.
The human made a funny face, an orgasm face if I'd ever seen one. He wasn't even penetrated any more. Rex wasn't done, so he got back inside. The vagus stimulation from being ass-fucked and whatever was making him quiver caused the human to inhale and then sneeze _hard_, splattering bloody snot all over the exam bed and the wall. He must've been holding it up in his mouth, either that or he got a bloody nose and it swelled shut while still cranking.
Rex didn't give a shit. He dropped the hammer and started to hit the human nice and hard with his hips, leathery smacks, leather pants on sweaty ass, the gross sucking-plunger sound of his big dick walloping the guy's fuckhole. I kept waiting for something truly gross to happen, but it never did. Just deeper and deeper grunts, turning into gasping hurrrrrungh sounds. I didn't have the camera in my hands any more. Fuck the camera. What the hell was I going to do with it?
The wolf-dog pulled out and his dick dropped straight down, semen hanging off the tip, finally falling away when his shaft shrunk enough that the foreskin slopped over it. Wow, a canine dick with a regular foreskin. What a weirdass treat.
Then, he opened his big toothy yap again. "Shit it out. You know how much I put in there? Shit it out. SHIT. IT. OUT." He cupped his gloved hand under that puffy, ruined asshole. The human didn't seem to want to comply. I snagged the camera and hunkered down. This had to go on record. Rex fixed the stalemate before it started, by punching the human in the balls. He screamed and lurched forward, strain causing a new round of fresh red sprinkles highlighting those words on his back like a middle-schooler's sparklepaint marker.
So I know I'm a guy who films porn, but I avoid things like scat porn. I'd never seen anything come out of someone's ass that wasn't a dildo or penis that had just been shoved in. Thank _god_ this skinbag was a pornstar, because all that came out was a big wad of semen and kind of this mucousy ooze. That was gross enough, that clean-asshole slime. I thought I was the only one who got that when washing out.
His hole winked like it was chopping a log, working the last little bit out. Rex gave him a smack to the ass, then stepped around the side of the exam bed. I took the other side. Oh, I knew what was gonna happen. He was gonna smear it all over his -
"Eat it."
Skinbag would have none of that, even after some hair pulling, a few smacks, and an attempt to just shove it in there. Rex gave up and just smeared it all over his bloody face. Then... then he pulled the guy up to his feet, still crotched against the end of that exam bed, and started to make out with him. We're talking dog-kisses, whole face licking, gnawing and sucking, then pinching swollen cheeks in to start suckling and slobbering into the guy's black and red _mouth_.
Gag time again. Nope, nope, time to find a houseplant! I set the camera down again. No houseplants, sink time! Thank god I hadn't eaten since breakfast. On the downside, that meant it was just bile. It also meant that, when I turned around and wiped my face off on my sleeve, I was right on camera.
Rex finished eating the human guy's face, and graduated to his ass. I kept expecting him to stuff his black snout _into_ the guy's worn hole. He certainly scooped his tongue around in there, slobbered like a St. Bernard, and then _swallowed_.
Right about there, the camera ran out of gas, memory and battery within seconds. I slipped out of horrified mode to shut it down before it did something retarded like delete the whole thing. Once it was off, everything collapsed in on me.
"What the fuck just happened? What the fuck was that! I fucking sign up to, to shoot a porn, and instead, I get fucking meat-hook torture shit!"
For what it was worth, that human guy seemed to have entered his zone. His dick was so hard, he ended up squirming himself up on top of that exam table and started.. he started fucking it. He started fucking it, except there was a puddle of bloody spit and snot and dog drool and whatever the fuck else right there, so he was fucking the _mess_.
"Are you fucking dumb? Did you hear what I just asked you? What the fuck is this shit!"
Rex took a deep breath, growled in the back of his throat, and spit. Wolves, dogs, coyotes, even us little foxies can't really 'spit' like humans. It just sprays. I got a spray of ass-juice, leftover semen, mutt slobber, and blood in my face.
I wiped it off to the strangulated tune of that human guy blowing his load underneath his own body.