Dog eat dog
My lungs burned furiously in my heaving chest. I'd managed to outdistance two of my pursuers, but the third was still hot on my tail. I'd never been one to stray from a fight, but when your opponent and his friends each has a hundred pounds of raw wolf muscle over you, you tend to avoid conflict. Years of parkour had seasoned me for the flight, but the simple speed at which he ran simply astounded me. Each time I thought I'd lost him, he'd appear in front of me or from an alleyway shortly behind. Why am I running you might ask? Well, my name is Tucker and I'm a sheep...a ram to be specific, and they are wolves. Gangs rarely need much more reason than that to attack someone. Then again, I also did stop them from attacking one of my friends the other day. I've heard rumors of their victims, but nobody could ever verify it since the poor men had been shamed to the point that they didn't want to talk. As I leaped over another wall and looked into the unfamiliar distance, I realized what was happening - I was being herded. He had several attempts to grab at me already, but he was waiting until he could either corner me, run me down, or lead me into a trap. I had no choice but to keep running to the closest available escape to avoid capture and he knew this. In a moment of inspiration and possible stupidity, I decided not to leap down from the next wall I climbed upon. I ran dexterously along it's steadily heightening edge until I reached the end, leaping farther than I'd ever done before to a building some twelve feet away. I made it...or so I thought as the shingles under my feet cracked upon the impact and sent me sliding backwards. I managed to grap the lip of the building, but it did little but slow down my descent to the ground a story below. My hardened body barely felt the drop, especially with the soft grass below and the muscle memory instilled in me for proper pratfalls. Oh how my body ached for a deep breath when I untensed my muscles! If I obeyed my body's urges, I would definitely be heard by the keen ears of the wolf. And so I simply sat, hoping that I'd put enough distance between us. Where was I, anyway? As I examined my surroundings, it became abundantly clear that I was in someone's backyard. The lawn was well kept, but aside from a few chairs and a doghouse, it was just a grass lot. The house didn't smell like anyone, nor did the doghouse, which was strange considering the inside looked to be furnished, at least from the glass patio door. 'A model home,' I surmised. As I heard a familiar growl from behind the walled-off house, I knew I couldn't escape...so I could only hope this next plan worked out.
"Damn that sheep!" Lexus complained as he just about had the elusive prey trapped. And here he thought that he'd had the creature's pattern discerned. Just a few more moves and he would've trapped him in the alleyway his gang frequented for their business. He would've had nowhere to run - even if he leaped over the last wall, a dozen hungry predators would've greeted him. He detected a faint scent and followed it. It didn't take long - his meal wasn't moving any more. Then he spotted him - laying face down on the ground in one of the backyards near their base. A broken shingle lay nearby and the ram appeared unconscious. "He made it up to the roof?" he thought, amazed, considering that while the wall scaled up to a height greater than the house, it was still a good distance away. He never would've been able to catch him had he made it to the rooftops. Licking his chops, the wolf neared. His growing excitement at dominating such a worthy yet prone opponent couldn't be contained any longer. He was going to enjoy this one before any of his lackies got a chance. Eagerly, he reached down to pull down the ram's pants.
When I felt his paws upon me, everything became a blur of motion faster than I'd ever imagined I could achieve. I could only guess where the wolf would be judging on his paws, but I guessed correctly - delivering a jarring headbutt that made him yelp. I couldn't stop there, though, for the muscled canine wouldn't be incapacitated for long - I grabbed the collar I'd hidden under my body from the doghouse onto Lexus and used lengths of spare rope to tie his paws together. Not wanting to spend another moment near the sharp jaws of an aggravated predator, I quickly scurried to the far end of the lawn.
"What the hell is this?" Lexus replied some minutes later, only partially remembering the situation. To his surprise, a second wave of pain came over him as he spoke, although slightly different - it stemmed from around his neck and jolted into his body. He was wearing a shock collar! As he yelped in pain, another sharp jolt of electricity shocked him, leaving him in muffled pain and fury. To make matters worse, his bound paws could not find a way to undo the collar - it was locked and he had no key, nor any way to gain enough leverage to rip it off.
Taking count of his surrounding, he noticed a ram at the far edge of the yard, scrutinizing him. "That sheep!" he started to say before he caught himself, still receiving a shock from the unforgiving collar. Lexus tried to rush him, hoping that he could grab the key from him, but he didn't even make it halfway across the yard before the leash snapped taut and he fell backward onto the grass.
I honestly didn't know that the collar was a shock collar, and I didn't expect the leash to hold, but my muscles had reached their limits. Thankfully, luck shone in my favor that day. A knife dropped from the wolf's pockets as he flopped backward from the leash. "Oh shit," I told myself, grabbing the weapon before he had a chance to wield it either to hurt me or cut himself free...or both. It wasn't until it was in my hand that I realized that it wasn't a normal knife. Yes, it was definitely sharp and it was intended to cut, but not fatal injuries - this one was for castration. I saw his prone form there and I realized then just how much of a predicament I was in...and my friend also! We both could've been neutered. Anger ruled my actions. But also a strange sensation that came over me. The sudden power I had over this predator was intoxicating. What happened next was out of my control.
"Ugh..." Lexus groaned as he tried to recollect himself from the disorientation of having flung himself onto his back. Another shock issued forth from the collar and it jarred him to his senses just in time to realize he'd been rolled over and his pants dropped. He felt the cold steel against his still-erect package and he comprehended immediately, lowering his ears and staying still, whimpering so lowly that the collar didn't even shock him. Of course, he could always cry out for help, but then he'd get shocked, and his allies wouldn't come fast enough to stop his castration, so he laid there, hoping his submission would be enough to placate his previous prey. The blade stayed near his junk - teasingly rolling across it - sometimes to the point that it felt like it was already being cut. But it wasn't. Then, he felt the humiliation - the inferior ram was inside of him, climbing into his virgin ass and making him whimper out. He'd never felt another man inside of him before although he'd done his fair share of raping in the name of his gang. While the ram wasn't small, by any means, the humiliation was so much worse than the pain. The smell of the ram's sex hung un in the air heavily and Lexus couldn't help his automatic reaction of dripping pre from his already erect cock. He didn't want to be made into a bitch! He knew that the blade was against his crotch and would cut him, but he couldn't be used in such a manner. He was one of the alphas of the gang, after all!
With all his might, he tried to throw the ram off of him, but to his surprise, the ram didn't budge in the least and all he managed to do was impale himself further on the ram's cock. He groaned loudly from the strange pleasure he received from being taken in such a way, the shock reminding him of his predicament. It felt so good to have his male take him. His thoughts faded from aggression. He didn't realize why until he submissively bucked back against the ram's thrusts once more and no longer felt the pressure of the knife - his balls were no longer attached. His cock was still erect and dripping copiously, but there was no more supply of the fluid to be had after these last few precious drops. The pang of loss hit him but it did not deter his sudden enthusiasm. He ground his ass against the ram eagerly, whimpering in that low volume that avoided the collar's wrath. The growing strength of the ram's thrusts made it difficult to concentrate on anything but submission, panting heavily as he blew the last bits of semen from his body. His tightening ass only encouraged the ram, milking the seed from his very-intact crotch. But even as his semen filled the canine's ass, he did not stop his onslaught of the wolf's virginity.
It might've there for hours...I couldn't tell you, to be honest. I can only tell you how it finished. I'd pumped him full of my seed several times over, never stopping the entire time - effectively stripped him of his malehood. His subordinates had arrived before I'd finished but they did nothing, even as I left his red raw ass and put my clothes back on. They just watched as I walked away. I only took a single look back over my shoulder - they'd fought over his two bits of meat already discarded to the side and also for the right to his still-erect malehood...then they took him from every way his body would allow. It's a dog eat dog world, after all.