Scared, Straight - Part 1
#1 of Scared, Straight
Scared, Straight - Part 1
by Victoria Viper
Corporal Alexander Hodges stated his name, rank, and serial number once more -- standard procedure for a POW; he'd been saying nothing else for what seemed like hours. Clad only in a pair of pants with the belt removed, the wolf sat, staring straight ahead. His arms and legs had been bound to the chair beneath him -- one of the few pieces of furniture in the fairly small, square, gray interrogation room. There was a table pushed into one of the corners; sitting in the chair next to it was a rather large figure, shadowed and difficult to identify thanks to the poor lighting.
Several moments of silence. The shadowy figure leaned against the desk with his right arm, fiddling with the unopened pack of cigarettes that lay upon it, scooting it across the table with his fingers.
"Where is the rest of your squad, Corporal Hodges?" the figure repeating his earlier question once more. His voice was deep, but calm and softer than his size would imply.
The wolf deflected the question in the same manner as before.
Major Dimitrius snorted quietly. He was a patient man, but today, his mind was not on his work. Instinctual urges had begun to contaminate his usual, calculating thought processes. Having been stationed at the base for months, it'd been a long time since he'd been intimate with his wife, Drakaa. Masturbation simply couldn't cut it, and he was growing restless, desperate for physical contact.
Opportunities had arisen here and there; a few girls were interested in asking a handsome soldier like him back to their place. Still, they paled in comparison to his beloved Drakaa, and their offers didn't appeal much to him. They weren't what he wanted.
He needed something, though, and soon.
The enormous figure rose from the chair, slowly moving forward into the light, close to his wolf captive. Alexander finally took his eyes away from the wall in front of him, locking onto the huge beast drawing near. In the light, the shadowy figure from before had become an enormous, wingless, anthro dragon with icy blue scales. He was around eight feet tall and dressed in military fatigues. The dragon's huge arms -- the thickest parts of which were roughly as big as Alexander's own torso -- were folded in front of him. Alexander's eyes focused on the wall in front of him again, trying to get his mind off of how vulnerable he suddenly felt.
Dimitrius slowly paced back and forth in front of his captive, looking him over carefully. The wolf was a good bit shorter than him, but he was in top physical form; broad-chested and hard with muscle everywhere the dragon could see. Even his fur was pleasing: Short, brown, shiny, and free of matting or other imperfections. This soldier was quite a specimen.
Guilty memories began to creep into his mind -- embarrassing reminiscences that he'd kept secret from everyone, even his beloved Drakaa. Since his teens, he'd felt an undeniable attraction towards men. He was embarrassed about such feelings and did what he could to suppress them, but that only seemed to make the desire more potent.
At age thirteen, he had his first sexual experience with another person when he gave a handjob to his younger brother, Agapios. As miserable and embarrassed about it as he felt, the sexual experimentation between he and his brother -- as well as several other curious boys at school -- continued intermittently throughout his teenage years.
That was, until he started dating Drakaa. She was like a savior to him, rescuing the dragon from his sinful promiscuity. The improper experimenting with the other boys stopped, he finally felt comfortable with his sexuality, and he and Drakaa married shortly after they graduated high school.
Drakaa wasn't here right now, though. This half-naked wolf male was, and he found his eyes running over every hardened, muscled line of his brown-furred torso closely. The attraction was becoming impossible to ignore, but what could he do about it? He had never cheated on his wife before, nor did he ever have any desire to; she was shapely and busty and in great physical condition -- everything he could ask for in a woman.
But his body wasn't asking for a woman; it ached for the testosterone-enriched maleness of another. There were things a man offered that she'd never been able to provide for him. He swallowed hard, feeling nervous and somewhat jittery, as his old desires began to taint his thoughts once more. He paced back and forth, eyes still focused on the hardbodied, beautiful wolf male. God, he was beautiful, but he'd never forgive himself if he did this. Still, would such an opportunity ever come up again?
The anticipation was too exciting -- too pleasurable; it was the same irresistable urge that had broken him down and made him fondle his brother that first time. His heart was pumping hard in his chest now, and he made his decision.
Alexander furrowed his brows, watching carefully as his dragon captor began to strip out of his shirt. Button after button came undone, finally exposing his torso, and he tossed the enormous shirt to the floor. Visions of torture entered Hodges' head as he laid his eyes upon the bare-chested male standing before him; he was a hyper dragon through and through, his incredibly muscled chest being easily three times wider than his head; the big man could easily beat him to death with his bare hands if he chose to do so. A cold chill claimed the wolf's heart, though he struggled to remain outwardly calm.
"So, you think you're the big, bad fucking wolf, huh?" said Dimitrius, his breath already quickening merely from exposing his upper body to the gorgeous canine before him. "Well you're going to give me what I want." Every word the dragon spoke was punctuated with disguised sexuality.
He slipped the wedding band off his left ring finger and sat it on the table. I'm so very sorry, my beloved Drakaa, but I need this, he thought to himself.
Dimitrius smiled and sauntered over to the wolf, putting way too much swing in his hips and loving every bit of it; if he was going to be gay, he was going to live it up. He reached forward with his -- now bare -- left hand and teased the wolf's pectoral by sliding the claw of his index finger across it. The wolf pressed himself into the chair's back, recoiling from the touch. The dragon elevated the situation quickly, soon greedily running his hands all over the wolf's furry, muscled chest. It wasn't quite torture, but it was scaring the hell out of Hodges all the same.
The big dragon got down on his knees, and began kissing down the wolf's belly. It'd been far too long since he'd felt his lips against the sculpted ripple of a man's abdomen; the warmth was divine.
"What the fuck are you doing!" Hodges yelled. His body jerked roughly away as a reflex, with enough force to lift the chair off the floor, if -- as he painfully discovered -- it hadn't been bolted down.
Dimitrius kissed down lower and lower, finally finding the waistband of the wolf's pants, and the bulging crotch a little ways lower; the wolf was not aroused, but even flaccid, his genitals appeared wonderfully plump and full under the material of his clothes. Dimitrius put his hands on the wolf's knees, and nuzzled his face against the canine's crotch, purposefully smothering himself with the restrained manhood. When he'd teased himself sufficiently, he slid his hands down into the front of the wolf's pants and simply ripped the crotch of them apart, his hyper-muscled arms tearing the stitching and fabric as if it were a tissue. What awaited him was an impressive forest of pubic fur -- longer, darker, thicker and more coarse than the rest of the wolf's coat; the musk wafting up from it was almost mouth-watering. Dimitrius buried his face into the other male's hairy groin, inhaling deeply, feeling the bristly pubic mane brushing against his muzzle.
Hodges struggled worthlessly again before spitting on the dragon, a large glob of his saliva spattering onto his scaly head. Dimitrius thought nothing of it, moving lower to the delicious organ that begged for his mouth. His tongue found the dark pink flesh of the limp, wolfen member, slobbering wantonly across the length. Having given it a good coating of spittle, he opened his maw and slurped the whole thing into his mouth.
"Get the fuck off me, you faggot!" screamed the wolf.
Enjoyable or not, stimulus was stimulus, and Alexander achieved semi-hardness against his will. His cock sprung up to a modest (by the dragon's standards) sixteen inches, which Dimitrius immediately began to deepthroat, squeezing the wolf's nuts in his right hand as he sucked him off. The dragon was simply swept away by ecstasy, rubbing hard at the bulge in the crotch of his own pants with his free hand. His mouth slipped off the wolf male's dick and gaped open, as he moaned rather audibly, the sinfulness of the situation becoming extremely arousing; hardness began to grow between his legs.
"Oh fuck, you're in trouble now, boy," said the dragon, rubbing along the form becoming ever more pronounced through his pants. "You got it angry!"
The wolf had taken part in a fair share of combat missions, and yet, none of them quite matched the terror and utter disbelief he was experiencing now: what had started as more-than-modest package snuggled away in the ugly faggot dragon's pants was growing and growing and GROWING and GROWING into some horrible, gigantic beast. It got to the point that the waistband was actually starting to pull away from the dragon's abdomen. Dimitrius stood up quickly, panting, fumbling to get his ever-tightening pants off, the leather strap of his belt beginning to bite into his waist.
His cock decided to handle the situation itself, the monstrous organ erupting forth as the crotch of the dragon's pants literally burst open. The dragon let out a mighty, passionate roar, reveling in his freedom -- both physical and emotional -- as his massive rod finally bounced unrestrained into the open air.
The wolf's eyes bulged bigger than he thought possible, his heart pounding with fear. Measuring the fag dragon's cock in inches was fruitless; it was easily more than three feet in length, and probably as thick around as both of Alexander's arms put together. The wolf squirmed in his seat, suddenly very concerned for his ass.
The dragon finally came down off the euphoria of his exposure, still breathing loudly. He turned his attention to the wolf, noticing the lupine creature's eyes scanning his shiny, black dragon cock.
"What's the matter? You scared of it?" asked the dragon with a grin.
The bigger male gripped his cock, forcing it against the canine's face, which quickly turned away from the swollen cock head. The wolf's body grew tense, fidgeting wildly, fighting against the bonds that held him to the chair. He could feel the immense heat of the engorged member rubbing against his cheek, and he let out a nervous whimper, though he refused to scream; he wouldn't dare open his mouth.
The dragon released a drawn-out exhalation as his whole body shuddered with pleasure. Love her as he may, his wife simply couldn't pleasure him like this. He craved the raw, unrefined pleasure that could only be achieved by being with another male.
"Don't be afraid," said the dragon, smearing sticky precum across the fur of the wolf's cheek. "It likes you."
"Get the fuck away, you goddamned queer!" Alexander growled through gritted teeth.
The dragon began to pant a little faster, pumping a bit at his hideously oversized rod.
"You keep up that kind of talk and I'll just blow my load on your face. How would you like that?" taunted the big dragon, letting some rage enter his tone.
He grabbed the wolf's muzzle like a lever and harshly yanked at it, turning it towards him. The dragon pressed his cocktip to the wolf's mouth, still keeping the muzzle gripped shut, while he pumped madly at his big, black organ.
"How would you like that, you fucking wolf bitch! I'll just cream all over your pretty little face!"
Furiously masturbating, the dragon leaned his head back and bared his teeth. He could feel the flood waters rising as his hefty ball sac grew heavier with sperm, his nuts swelling larger and larger until they were each bigger than his head. Loud panting filled the room as the enormous male dragon neared his climax.
"Ungh! God, yes!" cried the dragon. He could hear his heart pounding in his head as he climbed to his peak, just barely catching the sound of Hodges' groaning through it all. He pumped harder and faster and more viciously at his length, his breaths coming sharp and loudly. When he felt he could hold back no longer, the dragon quickly moved his hand from the wolf's muzzle to the back of the wolf's head, and forced as much of his swollen cock head into the canine's mouth as he could muster.
"Sssswallow!" Dimitrius just barely managed to say as he finally loosed himself into the wolf's maw. The big dragon could feel the muscles in his ass contracting in rhythm, forcing hot cream into his captive's cheeks. He pushed the wolf's head harder and harder against his organ, desperate to force as much seed down his throat as possible.
Several more great waves of semen burst forth from his thick urethra until his orgasm finally subsided. When it was all over, the dragon slipped his cock free of the wolf's mouth and quickly clamped his muzzle shut again, covering the wolf's nose as well.
"Swallow it all," Dimitrius commanded to the struggling wolf.
Alexander held out as long as he could, trying his best not to comply, but the fluid had nowhere to escape but down, into his belly. The dragon held onto him until his mate's gulping finally ceased.
Once released, Alexander coughed and wretched violently.
"YOU FUCKING FAGGOT BASTARD!" he screamed at the great dragon while thrashing in his seat. "I'LL TEAR YOUR FUCKING HEART OUT!"
Dimitrius loomed over him, smiling.
"I'm only getting warmed up, you little wolf bitch."
With that, he backhanded Alexander hard. The wolf slumped to one side, knocked unconscious from the blow.
(to be continued in Part 2)