A Star is Broken
An everyday working husky responds to a newspaper ad for film extras, but ends up getting more than he bargained for when events take frightening turn for the kinky.
A Star is Broken
by WolfHound Baxton
The tall, well-formed black and white husky stretched out as he walked into the door, yawning a bit before tearing off his work uniform to reveal a white wife-beater and then going into the kitchen and grabbing himself a can of soda. Matt had a hard day at work and was rather tired. He popped open the can and began drinking as he sat down to turn the TV on, only to be disappointed that there was nothing on to his taste. "Mleh," he thought to himself. "There's nothin' on TV and nothin' to do in this town." He sighed a little before flipping the TV off and then picking up the paper. He flipped to the classified and find a rather strange entry which made him raise an eyebrow.
¡°Wanted: Extras for Film Crew. Canines needed. Must be well-fit and under 30. Report to the offices on the second floor of 63 Cardinal Heights at 7 PM Friday."
Matt thought for a moment and then cut the ad out of the paper with his claws. "Hmm... well at least it will be something to do and hopefully a bit of extra cash as well. He put the paper on the table and then finished his soda and went out for a walk.
Matt was determined to make an impression that night so he went up to his closet to put on a rather professional looking outfit. He wore a light blue button-up shirt and some slacks with a belt and dress suit and neatly groomed his fur and brushed his teeth before heading out to his car and driving off to the address.
When he arrived, Matt noted that the place was a bit out of the area he expected and in a rather bad part of down. He looked suspiciously at the graffiti on the wall as he began to walk up the stairs to the second floor in his nice outfit. He knocked on the door but no answer came. He sighed and tapped his shoe against the floor for a moment before knocking again and then reaching his paw to scratch the fur on the back of his neck rather impatiently. Soon, a small female rabbit opened the door for him. She smiled widely as she looked him over. "Well good evening, sir. I suppose you're here responding to the ad?"
Matt nodded down to the rabbit. "Sure am. I was beginning to wonder whether or not I was in the right place. 63 Cardinal Heights?" He asked.
"Certainly," replied the rabbit, before motioning for him to follow her. "If you will come this way please."
The husky walked cautiously into the door in what appeared to be a small waiting room similar to what you see at the doctor's office with a plain white noise hum coming from unseen speakers. He sat down and picked up a magazine. He noticed there were other canines there of similar build. They looked briefly towards each other and then back to the door, the floor or whatever magazine they happened to be reading at the time. The rabbit had gone into the door at the back of the room and appeared periodically to call out the name of one of the potential extras, who then went into the room. Oddly, the fact that none of them were seen coming out didn't really strike Matt at this point.
Matt had been given an application to fill out an was working on that while waiting, but found some of the questions to be rather interesting. He flicked his ears and blinked as he read a few of the questions, many of which had to do with his sexual experience and the size of his cock and balls. He squirmed a bit nervous, almost ready to leave but it seemed as if something was compelling him to stay in his seat and complete the form.
Finally, the rabbit appeared at the door again. "Dannington, Matthew," She said, reading from her list.
Matt stood up and followed her a bit nervously, holding his application in his paw as he went through the door and into the small corridor behind. He was then led by the rabbit into an office at the back. It had a small chair in front of a large desk, at which sat a golden jackal in a striped business suit smoking a pipe. As soon as the rabbit closed the door he heard another noise that sounded like the door locking. Matt found this a bit unusual but went to hand the form to the jackal and then sit down on the chair in front of the desk.
The jackal grinned at the husky as he looked him up and down like a choice steak. His mouth turned up into an evil grin as he looked down at the form and then looked over it at the husky and his clothes. "You know... I don't at all think you wore an appropriate outfit for this interview."
Matt blinked confused as he looked back at the jackal. "I didn't? Oh I'm so sorry sir..." He noticed the jackal's nice striped suit. "Eheh... my suit jacket was a bit dirty so ... um..."
The jackal rubbed a pen under his muzzle and kept his silly grin as he shook his head back and forth. "Oh no... that's not what I mean. Hmm... I'll tell you what. Why don't you get up and go to the closet over there. I have three outfits in there that might be more appropriate."
The husky shifted and pulled at his collar a bit uncomfortably as he stood up and moved over to the closet and opened it.
The closet contained three outfits. One was a nice pair of sneakers, a pair of red gym shorts with a black stripe down each side, a red ball cap, and curiously lacked a shirt. The next one was a very military-style uniform, except that it contained a police baton and was made of leather. The third was little more than a series of studded leather straps that resembled a husky's sled harness.
Matt blinked and then looked back at the jackal who had gotten up from his desk and was walking towards the closet with his paws clasped behind his back. Matt shifted his legs a little, feeling rather uncomfortable about this situation. "Umm.. I really don't know about all this."
A rather bulky bulldog with short brown fur came up behind Matt and put a huge gloved paw on his shoulder.
The jackal snickered and grinned as he looked at Matt's surprised face before he gave a yip and turned around to see who was behind him.
Brutus seems to think you'd look good in these outfits... I think we'll let him decide which one you'd look best in.
Matt looked up into the bulldog's face who snarled back at him, causing Matt to instinctively lower himself down a bit, flatten his ears and whimper. His knees shook in fear at the sight of the other threatening canine.
The jackal nodded as he moved back to his desk. "Indeed... I think this is exactly the sort of thing we're after here... Make sure he gets ready, Brutus.
Brutus wore a pair of leather work boots, urban camo pants and a black wife-beater. His massive arms were ringed with barbed wire tattoos, and from his belt hung what appeared to be a whip and a pair of handcuffs. A necklace that looked like a thick steel chain hung from his neck. He roughly spun the husky around and cuffed his paws together behind his back.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing!?," protested Matt.
"We're gettin' you ready for the big show, boy!," retorted Brutus. The bulldog then started to rip off the husky's nice clothes, tearing his shirt off his arms and then pulling his pants and boxers down, shamefully revealing his sheath and balls. He grabbed that sac and gave it a rough squeeze between his claws as Matt struggled and resisted, making him moan in pain. Brutus began to strap the harness on the husky and tighten it up. Apparently he had decided quite easily what outfit the husky would look best in. He then topped it off by strapping a black leather collar around the husky's neck and then securing it with a padlock.
Matt grunted and struggled as the bulldog stripped him gritting his fangs and pulling. He gave out a painful howl and gave in after the bulldog squeezed his balls and dug in his claws. After being collared he found himself shoved down to his knees, he looked around a bit and saw the jackal leaning up against a nearby wall with a silly grin as he watched, a naughty paw moving close to the crotch of his suit pants.
"I like the look of this one, Brutus," said the jackal. "I'm sure he'll be one of our more valuable stars... Hmm. Take him down to the processing chambers."
Brutus grunted and gave a nod. "Sure thing, boss!"
"Hey!" whined Matt as he pulled at his cuffs a bit. "You can't do this, it's not right! You're gonna hear from a lawy-mmph!"
Matt's eyes went wide with surprise as a big gag was shoved into his muzzle.
"This'll keep ya quiet, sled dog," said Brutus as he secured the staps of the gag behind the husky's neck with another padlock before blindfolding the husky.
The husky's ears flattened down to his skull as the bulldog hooked a leash in his collar and gave it a yank, leading him through a secret door in the side of the office and down a flight of stairs into what appeared to be a concrete-floored basement area. It was separated off into various areas by bars though and seemed to have a lot of interesting devices strewn about it in certain areas.
Brutus hauled Matt over next to a pillory, but the husky struggled a bit. The bulldog moved in behind the husky and grabbed him tightly before giving one of his ears a bite. "Hold still, bitch!"
Matt whimpered and gave a nod as the bulldog undid he cuffs and pushed them up into the wooden slots, then pushing the husky's head down into it and locking the pillory shut.
"I don't think you're fully resigned to your position, dog. You've been struggling too much, but we'll learn you your lessons soon enough." Brutus unhooked the whip from his leash and gave it a crack.
Matt's tail drooped down between his legs as far as his husky tail could. His body gave a quick jump as he heard the whip crack, even though the leather strip hadn't even touched his body.
Brutus cruelly licked his lips as he gave the whip another crack, watching the husky give another jump in reaction. He loved his job so much. He finally cracked the whip again, this time letting the tip of it dig into the husky's back, bringing forth a muffled yelp of pain from the husky's gagged muzzle as his paws and head squirmed painfully in their restraints.
"This is what ya get when ya struggle too hard, boy!... It's what ya get for bein' a bad dog that misbehaves." Brutus gave another whip against the husky's back, enjoying the sight of his body jumping with the shock of the lash. He finally stopped and hooked the whip back to his belt. As much as he'd like to, he couldn't keep whipping the boy's back. It had to look good for the cameras.
When Brutus was done whipping the poor sled-dog, he locked a pair of leather mitts on his helpless paws, which would prevent him from grabbing anything or using his paws. He then went behind the husky and pulled his legs apart and grabbed the curly husky tail, yanking up, and getting a big black plug from a nearby table. "This'll put you in the right mindset, pup... We'll see you for your training in the morning." Brutus shoved the plug up the husky's virgin tailhole, giving it a couple mean shoves to get it nicely embedded in there. The bulldog yawned and left the room. It was getting rather late and he was really needing to get to his nice soft bed for the evening.
Matt gave a deep whimper as his tormenter left. What had he gotten himself into? He squirmed and panted, the restraints and the plug making him extremely uncomfortable and making it difficult to focus his thoughts or relax. He remained in this agonized state, moaning softly from his plug, not aware of the passage of time while blindfolded in the dungeon. He was very tired but couldn't sleep in his condition. He awaited only the delivery that would be brought to him by his captor's return or by the slow and inevitable march of sleep upon his tortured body.
Matt's ears flicked and his body began to wake up as he heard the iron doors of his cell opening up and the footsteps of heavy boots coming across the concrete. He gave a sigh of relief as the plug was removed from him finally, though it left a strange, gaping empty feeling in his rear. He heard the lock on the pillory being unlatched and felt his body released from its enforced pose. He tried to get up and stretch out for the relief his body desperately yearned before he found himself shoved to the floor, weakened from his ordeal. He felt a tremendous weight on his back, but still couldn't see what was going on due to his blindfold.
Brutus looked a bit differently today. He was wearing tall leather jackboots, his leather pants tucked into them. On his massively framed top he wore a leather jacket, though opened in the front so you could see his chestfur and the large metal chain he still wore. He also wore a leather military-style hat. In his mouth he smoked a large cigar, blowing smoke from his muzzle as he pressed his heavy boot down on the poor husky's back. "Hope you're well rested boy, cause you're gonna need it. The boss says we need to get you started on your trainin' today."
Matt nodded a little, his mouth still closed around the gag and the blindfold tightly over his eyes.
Brutus leaned down and pulled the blindfold off with one of his gloved paws. You're a dog now, a real dog, the kind that pulls sleds. And real dogs don't talk now do they boy. You understand?"
Matt nodded again with lowered ears.
Brutus reached down again and unlocked the gag and pulled it from the husky's muzzle.
Matt stretched his jaws and sighed heavily in relief. "Aagh.. my jaw hurts.. YIPE!" He was silenced with a rough kick of the boot in his side.
"Dog's like you don't talk and they don't stand. They eat from a bowl and sleep in a cage.. now bark like the dog you are!"
Matt closed his eyes and summoned up a bit of courage and resistance. He shook his head, determined not to satisfy his captors in this way.
Brutus rewarded the dog's perseverance with a boot on the back of his neck, shoving his throat against the floor. This would make it even harder for the new dog to follow the order. "Bark you mutt! Bark!"
The husky gasped and gulped as his throat was pushed against the floor, struggling to get out a yelp but finally managing a loud bark, upon which the the heavy boot was removed from his muzzle and Brutus' gloved paw held a doggie treat in front of Matt's muzzle.
"Take it!," barked the bulldog.
Matt gave it a sniff and opened up his muzzle, taking the treat in his teeth and then crunching on it. It tasted surprisingly good to him and was easy to chew and swallow.
"Now don't get used to that, dog," said Brutus as he took a huge puff of his cigar. "Your normal dog food from now on is a special blend. It's not quite what you're used to but it'll help you grow into bein' a good dog." He reached down and leashed the new pup's collar and gave it a bit of a yank. "Heel!
Matt scrambled up on his mitted forepaws and crawled over to the bulldog's left side.
Brutus smiled at the obedience and knowledge displayed by the pup. "That's a good boy... you're going to get the hang of this well I think. He gave the leash a yank and moved out of the cell into the middle of the dungeon and took the pup on a walk around the center a few times before leading him back to his cell.
Matt glanced around as he entered the cell on all fours, leashed by his trainer. His eyes fixed on a pair of pails over towards the wall.
Brutus took the last puff of his cigar and dropped the butt of it on the floor, squashing it in then lifting his boot and rubbing the ashes off on the husky's backfur. "It's feeding time for you, dog... and it looks like they got your food all ready in your dish. You must be a hungry puppy. Go eat... and remember, muzzle only and no paws."
Matt crawled up to his bowl and took a sniff. There was a pasty white substance in the metal dish that looked like oatmeal. He hesitated for a moment but then found his face being forcefully pressed into the mush by Brutus' boot on the back of his head. His mitted arms flailed out pathetically as Brutus shifted his booted footpaw back and forth on the husky's head.
"I told ya ta eat, dog!," shouted Brutus. "So eat!" He quickly pulled his boot away from the husky's head as Matt began to gulp the slop into his muzzle with a bit of distaste and chew and swallow it a bit, the mush covering his face now from having been shoved in it.
Brutus snickered lightly and grinned down at the pup. "And when you're done, be sure ta wash it down with some water from the other dish and get that slop off your face." Brutus smiled wickedly as he watched the new sled dog eat and drink from his dishes.
"And now, dog. I'm sure you're hungry for dessert.. turn around and beg." Brutus toyed with the leash in his paw as he looked down to the husky and awaited his response.
Matt turned around and sat up on his haunches and put his mitted paws up in the air and then looked up at the bulldog, a bit nervous and worried. A gloved paw came down at him but only gently rubbed him on his head.
"That's a good slave dog... prompt obedience is the key. Now, is the puppy ready for his dessert? It's a cream-filled tasty treat!"
Matt nodded a bit, eager for anything but the tasteless paste he had just been forced to eat.
"Open your muzzle, boy.. and keep it open."
Matt obeyed, his eyes turned up curiously to his trainer, looking into his eyes and seeing a burning desire before hearing the sound of a zipper being pulled down. His eyes turned down suddenly at the sound.
Brutus unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his swollen sheath, the strong musk of it hitting the husky's muzzle. The husky could see what was coming and he turned his head away. He was straight and wasn't into this, but the bulldog was about to quickly fix that. Brutus' gloved paw grabbed hard at the husky's lowered jaw and forced him to face forward to his crotch again, his other paw rubbing at his sheath as his bright red cock began to grow out of it. "I said keep your muzzle open boy... Face forward and eyes up at me."
Matt did as he was told, his eyes looking up into Brutus' face as he suddenly found his muzzle filled with a pulsing piece of bulldog flesh and a gloved paw grabbing the back of his head.
"We'll make a good little cocksucker of you yet, boy!," snapped Brutus. He tightened his grip on the back of the husky's head and began to thrust his hard member in and out of the muzzle. "Careful with those teeth pup... I'd hate to hafta ruin that nice mouth with my amateur dentistry."
The husky nodded a little but kept his eyes fixed on the bulldog's face as he was muzzle-fucked. His jaw aching as he struggled to keep it open as wide as he could and keep his fangs away from his trainer's member.
"Suck it, boy!," yelled Brutus. "And rub that tongue over it too.. damn you've got a lot to learn."
The husky did as he was told, rubbing his tongue over the bulldog's shaft as he slurped at it, his face blushing red beneath his white fur at the complete humiliation of this scene.
Brutus kept up his thrusting action and smiled, quite pleased with the husky's efforts at this point. "Very nice boy... A few more times and you're gonna be a regular pro cockwarmer... mmph!" Brutus grabbed the husky's head tighter with his leatherclad paw, shoving his head forward on the shaft now at the same time as he thrust inside, going faster and faster on each thrust as his tip intruded deeper and deeper into Matt's maw. The bulldog showed little consideration for the husky's comfort as he continued his thrusts, his knot growing at Matt's nose as the tip of his cock finally began to press into his throat.
Matt whimpered and gagged a bit at the rough treatment but wasn't in any position to resist. He still struggled to keep his teeth off of the cock, scared of what might happen if he failed. His eyes momentarily shot forward as he felt something bulging against his nose. They crossed to try to focus on the huge knot forming at his muzzle and then blinked and looked back up at the bulldog.
Brutus quit his thrusting for a moment, just leaving his cock laying in Matt's muzzle, panting as he caught his breath a bit, but still holding his paw tightly around the husky's head. It was clear that he saw the husky's maw as little more than a sex toy.
Matt did his best to open up wider as Brutus shoved his massive knot into the husky's muzzle, rrrling happily as he felt the warm lips close around it. "Take it in, slavedog!... and be careful."
Matt nodded gently with the cock in his muzzle and whimpered lightly as he blinked a little, his muzzle stretched by the giant member and the knot now as he slurped it.
Brutus just relaxed now and let the husky do the work for a while, before pulling his huge cock out of the muzzle and giving it a slap against the husky's cheek and then stroking it off in front of his face. "Now lick the tip, boy! ... and hold still."
Matt did as he was told. After stretching his jaw a couple times he leaned forward and extended his husky tongue out to lap softly at the tip of the raging member in front of him as Brutus stroked vigorously.
Brutus moaned deeply at the attention of the husky's tongue. His heavy balls swinging as he continued to stroke himself in front of the husky's face, looking down and then groaning out in intense pleasure as he went over the edge. His cock jolted in his paws as thick ropes of hot cum splattered across the husky's face and muzzle. When he had finally shot his entire load, he wiped the tip of his cock off against a dry spot on the husky's muzzle to clean it.
Matt lowered his head a bit in shame. He knew what had happened to him and he didn't feel he could ever be the same again. He closed his eyes and gave out a deep whimper of sorrow at the thought of how low he had been taken and what his new life would be like from now on. Suddenly though, he found a muzzle slipped over his snout and being tightened behind the back of his head.
"This'll learn ya not to be so noisy," said Brutus as he attached the padlock to the back of the husky's muzzle behind his head. "And now, its time for you to get acquainted with your new living arrangements. Brutus gave the leash a tug and led the new pup over to his cage in the corner of the cell. It was rather small with no room for the dog to stand up and very little room for him to move around at all. Hooked to the bars of the cage were five rings, presumably for attachment to the dog's arm and leg restraints and to his collar.
Brutus opened the top of the cage and pointed to it, shouting his command. "Get in!"
Matt obeyed, slinking over to the cage and slipping himself down inside of it as Brutus shut the top of the cage over top of him and locked it. The top of the cage touched the husky's head and forced him to hold his head a bit lower as Brutus reached through the bars and grabbed his arms, attaching the restraints to both of his arms and then both of his legs before leaving him once again in his cell for the night.
Josh looked around the hall and down the stairs to make sure nobody was around. The hyena wasn't about to get caught at his favorite nighttime activities by anyone. He slinked carefully back into his room and closed the door quietly before securing the lock and then switching off his lights. He sat down at his computer desk in total darkness and pushed the power button, his face soon being lit by the monitor's light blue glow. He opened his browser and logged onto one of his favorite sites. He was paying a rather hefty monthly subscription for this one, but the scenes were so hot and genuine-looking it was worth it. His other paw reached down and unzipped his pants in preparation for tonight's fun. He curled his tongue up around the side of his muzzle as he started a video.
In this video, a pack of huskies, paw-mitted and tail-plugged, were harnessed and leashed to each other to form a sled team and pulling a sled through the snow naked as a big bulldog in winter gear stood on the sled and cracked his whip over the huskies. They cringed at the sound of the whip and picked up their pace, pulling the sled faster. A black and white husky at the head of the sled team seemed to stand out. Josh found him particularly interesting.
As Josh lightly pawed his hyena cock he noticed a banner ad at the bottom of the page.
"Wanted: Good looking males under 30 for modeling. Email at xxxx"
Josh thought this looked like an opportunity for some good fun and good money. He would definitely be checking it out...