FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

By Elendias

Mark woke up in a dark room. The air was filled with terrible stench. The only source of dim light was a small opening high on the wall. He felt rather cold and the walls were wet and dirty not helping to calm him down. His arms and legs were bound to a massive wooden chair. He tried to move or break free, but he never was of the strong type so after a few minutes he gave up the trying. He felt a pain in his head. Judging by the dried blood on his shoulder he was hit from behind and dragged here. He heard some noises behind the wooden door to his room. It was the noise of several drunk men enjoying their ales and singing songs and shouting at each other. Mark looked around but saw only the slimy, wet, and cold walls of his cell. Someone opened the door. A drunk soldier came in with a tankard full of ale.

„Hey, you friend! Have a drink!" he shouted waving his hand and spitting some ale on the ground. He grabbed Mark's mouth and poured everything into his throat.

„How do ya like it?" he asked with a wide smile on his face. Mark only coughed and tried to spit out what haven't gone through his throat. Seeing this the guards' mood changed"

„Heh! Look, guys! This one doesn't like our ale!" he shouted at his colleagues.

„WHAT?! Is he nuts?!" yelled another guard and immediately stood up and walked angrily towards the poor prisoner. Mark's heart skipped a beat as he started to imagine countless images of his painful death when he realized this guard was nearly 2 meters tall, fat, and strong. He leaned closer to the shaking guy.

„So you don't like our family ale hmmm?" his smell was as terrible as his looks and dirty clothes. Mark wasn't sure what was worse about him. The stench of his breath or the sweaty dirty clothes. It looked like the brute wasn't washing his or his clothes for half a year.

„Well okay then! Guys! Hold him tight!" he ordered and another three guys who were standing by the door came in and grabbed Mark by the arms pinning him even tighter to the chair.

„Then you absolutely MUST taste this special ale! It's my finest!" he said with a satisfied voice and Mark heard a liquid being poured into the big mug the brute was drinking from.

„Open your mouth!" he ordered strictly. Mark refused of course by shaking his head.

„Don't force me to break your jaw!" threatened the guard and Mark submitted and opened his mouth with tears rolling from his eyes.

„Heh! What a pussy!" laughed one guard.

„Now Drink it. I've made it only for you." The brute laughed and grabbed Mark's cheeks with his strong hand ensuring Mark won't close his mouth. He began to pour the liquid into Mark's throat. The poor fellow's eyes widened in surprise and he started squirming and coughing when he found out it wasn't the ale that he was drinking. It was the brutes' own piss. So strong, his eyes watered from the terrible concentrated stench and salty taste. All guards just laughed at the struggling prisoner and drank their ale seeing some good entertainment. When the mug was empty, the brute let Mark's mouth go and Mark almost instantly got another hand holding his mouth.

„Here! Try mine!" said another guard who was holding Mark by the right arm. He took his dirty dick out of his leggings and started taking a leak in Mark's mouth, slightly missing the spot in his drunken state, covering his face in the golden liquid. Mark couldn't breathe properly as a stream of urine hit his throat. The smell and taste weren't as strong as the brutes were, but it still made him cough and struggle wanting to vomit. As the guard was relieved, two other men came and took a leak too. One was feeding Mark again and the other one aimed at Mark's face and chest, completely soaking the top half of his body. All the guards had their turn and then they just simply left the prisoner alone with loud laughter. Poor Mark tortured and abused fainted. Tied in his chains on the chair, his muscles relax from the stress completely, causing him to humiliate himself by releasing a stream of his own urine.