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"Stop moving around, it will only make it worse" The doberman said to his young non cooperative ward. He sighed, shook his head and dug around in his poket for a cigarret. With another sigh he lit it, a soft glow in the otherwise glomy and dark cell, like a tiny star or firefly.

He gave an irritated grunt when he felt a light sting on the side of his head, for all he knew the young boy was glaring at him with those striking white eyes. He shuddered at the thought of that. He glanced at the being in question. And just as he had imagined, two glaring eyes breavly meet his. It was strange he mused, when he had enterd the cell the boy had not even dared to meet his eyes, and now looking at him with such hatred was the same eyes as before... except braver and wilder.

The boy was sitting naked on the water drenched floor. His skin was a sickly white color, blonde hair faling in heavy, dirty strands.

He was leaning into one of the corners of the room, his knees up against his chest with his arms wraped around them.

He wanted to be as far from the doberman as the small cell would allow no doupt about that, not that the doberman could blame him really.

"It hurt!" The boy snarled, drops of spit flying into the air, the words were full of hurt and pain, but most of all they were full of hate,scorching like hellfire.

The doberman suppressed a wince. He had not meant to take the boy so hard. But he could not have been gentel either. If any of the other furs in the base would even suspect that he was an dubel agent he was a good as dead.

"Did it really hurt that much?" He raised an eyebrown at the boy, arms crossed over his chest in wonderment. Cigg netly stuffed in the right corner of his muzzel.

His dark eyes slowly looked the boy up and down. Black nose scrunshed up in thoughtfulness.

"Pull your pants down and let me fuck you as hard as you fucked me and you'll see how much it hurt!" the boy hissed in response.

The dobermans eyes grew and he slowly removed the cigarette from his mouth. Seconds tiked by before he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! Shit you got humor, I'll give ya that!" Still chuckling he put the cigg back in it's rightfull place in his mouth, taking a long drag of it before he blew the smoke out.

The grey ,hasy smoke seemed to sparkel and shimmer in the damp white rays of the sun that dug their way out from the small window in the celling.

There was a pregnant pause, the only sound was the ragged breathing of the young boy and the heavy breaths of the fur he was looked up with. He hated them all.

From the bare chested muscular doberman who was siting with him now all the way to the doctor that had given him the syringe and beyond.

He glanced at the doberman, his violator, his warder.

When he had strolled into the cell,he had believed that it was finaly over, that they had finaly desided to kill him.

But when he had begun to rip his clothes of and touch him instead, he had realized that he was here for his own pleasure, not a command give to him from a superior. He was here to make himself feel good , wether the boy liked it or not.

The burning ache in his backside and warm wet sensation told him exatcly what had happen. God he had screamd so loud he thought he had burst his own eardrums. He glanced at the doberman again.

The muscular brown furred chest was still expose to the cool,watery air of the cell, he had only dressed up his nether region. But that was a small comfort in itself.

"Why did you do it?" He hated how pituful his voice sounded.

He glanced up at the black and dark brown man-dog again,meeting his gaze head on, ignoring when his eyes stung and blurred with a fresh wave of tears.

The doberman leand one of his arms over one of his knees. The muscles in his stomach moved and flexed with the motion. Sculpated six pack grew taunt against his fur. He looked locked in deep consetration or thinking. He wanted to squirm or something, the burning sensation in his butt dulling to a weaker drobbing.

He sat up straighter,back aching from being bent to long in the same position for such a great amout of time.

The doberman too sat up straighter, giving the young boy a perfect view of his formidable corpus.

One of his paws-the one holding the cigarette betwen his thumb and forefinger- was resting limpy along his side. The other one was resting in his lap.

He shrugged before he replied: "I don't know why I do all the shit I dose, no one know everything about themselves.

"Thats one fucking shity excuse!" The boy roared at the top of his lungs.

The dobermans pointy ears lowerd onto his head. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" He jabbed at the boy with the ciggarette.

"Fuck you! Leave my mom out of this!" The boy snarled right back. Earning him another chuckel from the doberman.

"I just did that baby, but if your ready for another round I won't stop you!" He chuckled some more before he took one last drag of the ciggarette before he tossed it to the floor and with a hissing sound it was extinguished.

The boy glared resolutely away from him, lips tight in anger. A look of anguish soon came onto his face though.

"Do whatever you want, I don't care anymore" he whisperd brokenly.

Suddenly, with tears runing down his face like two miniature watefalls he stood up, ignoring that he was naked ,dirty and probably had dried blood stuck onto the inside of his thight from the rape he had been through and began to walk up to the doberman.

The doberman was shocked to say the least. With a suspicious expression on his face he waited for his young ward to reach him.

When they stod face to face, fur to human the boy was the first to speak.

"Kill me!" he whispered as more tears of pain and anguish cascaded down his face.

"Rape me again and then kill me if you wish! I d-don't want to go on living like this!" He was blubbering and stuttering through the words.

The Doberman slowly shook his head, no no he wouldn't do it! That was not why he was here, he was here to feed information to his CO, not to kill. He could have made it into a long speech or something but instead chose to just say one simpel word.

"No..."

The boys face became enraged in a instant. "Why Not!?" He screamed, like a small child who was seeing a toy in a toy store and wanted it but the parents told him that he couldn't have.

He glanced down into the boys clear white eyes, they appeared luminous to him, a clear white color, the color of starlight or freshly fallen snow.

He gently cupped the boys chin. The boy gasped in response, tears still trickled down and glided slowly over his cheeks, but he diden't seem to notice.

Don't hate me I'm on your side really! Please don't hate me

He had no right to ask that of him , not after what he had done to the poor boy. Still somewere deep down in the male that was not a soldier he desperetly wished for it.

He should have told him that, he should have but didn't. He just inched closer with his muzzel until he could touch his lips to the boy's own and said: "I don't do killing, that's not what I'm here for!" Before he closed the space between them and kissed him.