Company
"A story of friendship and betrayal, but most of all a story of man eaten alive by two massive Doberman Pinschers. "
**Company
By: RabidChipmunk**
CW: M/M, feral/human, unwilling fatal vore, cruelty, and digestion.
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"Sam! Cid! Down, both of you, now!"
Dan let out a nervous laugh as the two massive Doberman Pinschers stopped their frenzied lunges and returned their front paws to the floor. This breed of dog is usually fairly sturdy, but these two took that a step further. The average Doberman is just over 2 feet tall, but Sam and Cid were 3 1/2 feet easy, and absolutely weighed more than he did. When standing on their hind legs, the dogs towered over him.
The two dogs listened well to commands, but Dan still felt uneasy around them. It was hard not to feel at least a little intimidated by something so massive and it didn't exactly seem fair to call them well-behaved. To their credit, they did listen to Ricky when he told them to stop jumping just a second ago, but dogs that size shouldn't really be jumping at all. Not to mention, neither dog had stopped staring at him since he'd walked inside. The one on the left, Sam, licked his lips.
"Sorry about that! You look a little overwhelmed!" Ricky laughed, "They're just excited for company is all. They really like you!"
He turned his attention towards the dogs, "Isn't that right guys? You're excited to see Dan aren't you?"
Cid burped.
Dan looked and Ricky and gave a half-smile, "Ah it's fine, I'm okay. I'm just not so used to being around larger dogs. I didn't even know you had pets, by the way. And holy shit, these guys are massive! I didn't know Dobermans got that big."
"They don't, usually! Sam and Cid are just special I guess. I was surprised too when they just kept growing. They're from the same litter and neither of their parents were this large", said Ricky. "Anyways, thanks for coming! It's nice to have someone over, it's been a while. Let's go sit down."
Ricky turned around and walked towards the living room and Dan followed. The dogs framed him on either side as he walked, as if herding him along. It was a little disconcerting, but at least they had calmed down. The group walked to the living room and Dan sat down on the middle of the couch. Sam and Cid jumped up on either side of him and lay down with their heads resting on his lap, expecting to be petted. Dan tentatively obliged.
"Are they... allowed on the couch like this?" Dan asked.
"Yeah, they're fine. I never really bothered to keep them off. I'll be honest, I never really got why people are so obsessed with keeping their pets off the furniture. They're already in the house! The hair goes where it goes anyways. They're going to shed all over everything regardless of where I let them lie down."
Dan gave a polite chuckle, now acutely aware of all the dog hair clinging to his pants.
Ricky started to walk out of the room and shouted back at Dan, "Hold tight, I'm just gonna grab us a couple of beers."
With Ricky gone, the dogs got a little bolder. They lifted their heads up and went straight for Dan's face with enthusiastic slurps. He tried to move but the dogs had him pinned with their front paws draped over his lap, and he was afraid that if he cried out he'd get their drool in his mouth. He shut his eyes tight and squirmed as their thick tongues worked their way over every inch of his face, coating it in sticky dog saliva. Since they were on both sides of him there was no direction he could turn his face to avoid the assault. He tried to push their heads away but he had no leverage, and anytime his hands got too close to their mouths they just opened wide and gnawed on them, which wasn't much better.
After about a minute of this, the dogs stopped and Ricky walked back into the room. He placed a beer down on the coffee table in front of Dan, looked him up and down, and laughed.
"Looks like you guys had some fun while I was gone. I told you they liked you. Most of the time it takes a few visits before they warm up to anyone this much."
Dan gave a weak smile and tried to wipe some of the drool off his face with his shirt.
"Ah, yeah, haha. Um, hey sorry but would you maybe mind putting the dogs-"
Ricky interjected, "Okay listen, I'm really sorry about this but I need to talk to you about something."
"Um, okay. Yeah, sure. I mean, what's up?"
"Ugh, I mean... it's nothing wild but I just really need to vent."
"Okay, go for it."
Ricky took a sip of beer and sighed, "I done with this job, man. I just can't do it anymore and I need to get out."
Sam started snuffling Dan's shirt. He tried to ignore it.
"Hey, I get that. Is it the line of work in general or the actual company?"
"Oh, the company for sure. I guess I should've mentioned that. I love graphic design, I mean... I can't imagine doing anything else, but I've had to wade through 5 years of shit here and I'm really just over it. I mean, I've just barely been promoted once this whole time because someone else always manages to take credit for my work and I can't complain about it without seeming like an asshole! How is that fair!?"
Both dogs were at his shirt now, nibbling and licking away, and it was getting noticeably damp. He tried to push them away but their necks were strong and he couldn't really do much to stop them.
Dan nodded, "Uh... yeah no that's totally not fair at all. I'm sorry, I didn't realize it was that bad for you. Hey, really quick could you maybe-"
"And then don't even get me started on our marketing team! They're truly fucking fantastic, did you know that? Well I did because I sit right next to them and our manager makes the rounds at least once a day to tell them just how great a job they're doing. But does he ever say anything like that to me? Of course not! I haven't gotten a single compliment from the guy since I started working there!"
The front of Dan's shirt was now completely soaked with slobber and was clinging to his chest. Each new lick scraped along his body as well as his clothes, and the dogs' nibbling pinched him.
"Ow!" Dan started, "Hey Ricky I'm sorry but these guys are really hounding me and I- "
Ricky cut him off a second time, "Dude, just take your fucking shirt off if you don't want them to ruin it, Jesus Christ. Give me a minute here, okay?"
Dan was about to respond, but thought better of it. He didn't really want to take his shirt off while talking to his coworker like this, but it did seem like maybe it could dry off in time for the drive home if he moved it aside now, and he didn't want to make Ricky any more angry than he already was. He shut up and began to maneuver the shirt up over his head as the Doberman Pinschers continued to ram their snouts into his stomach and Ricky returned to his rant.
"Anyways, I just don't get it. Like, those marketing fucks don't do shit. Like I said, I sit next to them every day and all they do is drink and talk about movies and shit. Their job is only easy because I do mine so well. My work stands on its own. I'm not ashamed to say it, I'm really fucking good at my job. I'm great at it actually, but not once as anyone ever stopped by my desk to say so. Wait, I take that back. I got a coffee shop gift card one time 2 years ago. It was worth 5 bucks. Our company gave me a bonus of 5 dollars. That's how fucking valuable I am to them."
Dan managed to strip off his now drenched shirt, but this didn't deter the dogs like he'd hoped. Sam and Cid were now just going straight at his exposed belly. They weren't nipping anymore, at least, but his skin was now already just as slimy as his shirt had been. He tried again to grab Ricky's attention.
"Dude, that sounds horrible, seriously. Uh, and hey, really quick could you maybe tell Sam and Cid to-"
"Fuck! Dan, I said give it a rest for just a second, seriously. Look, I'm sorry but I really need to let this out right now. Please, just drink your beer and listen for a few minutes."
Sam wormed his way a little further onto Dan's lap and started to knock him over. Cid, head now closer to the man's, took full advantage of this situation and started back in on Dan's face again. Dan grunted and tried to turn away, but Sam had already moved his paws further up Dan's chest. Every struggle Dan made allowed Sam push him further down until he was completely squished up against Cid. The one good thing about this was that Cid's mouth could no longer reach Dan's face, but that wasn't much of a relief. Saliva and stray dog hair clung to most of his upper body, and he was in the awkward position of not being able to move an inch in any direction. His right arm was directly under one of Cid's front paws, and his left was stuck between his body and the couch. The dogs had him completely pinned and they were back to licking every inch of his skin that they could reach.
Ricky didn't seem to notice.
"Would it really have killed them to have sincerely thanked me just one time during these past five years? I've never taken a sick day, I just work from home, and I think I've maybe taken a single week of vacation since starting there. Which, by the way, I fought tooth and nail for. I make that company so much money. You see what I'm saying, right?"
"Yeah", Dan grunted.
The licking stopped. Each dog re-positioned its paws slightly and then pushed them down harder than before. Dan couldn't see what they were doing, but he heard two low growls and felt each dog's chest vibrate. He had heard dogs growl before but having them do so while laying on top of him was a new sensation. It froze him solid.
Ricky was unamused.
"Jesus... knock it off guys!"
The growling stopped for a split second but started right back up again after.
Ricky yelled again, "Hey! No! Bad dog, Sam! Bad dog, Cid! Cut it out, now!"
Sam and Cid fell silent.
"If you guys can't play nice, I'm gonna put you in the back, okay?"
Hoping to take advantage of this moment, Dan spoke up again.
"Um, could you maybe also tell them to get-"
"Dan I swear to fucking God! Give me five more minutes and you can talk as much as you want. Christ."
The dogs returned to licking him, though the licks were slower now. They were really tasting him and trying to scrape off every inch of flavor. Cid was still working at his upper body, but he felt Sam start to let off a bit. Thinking this was his chance, Dan swung both his feet off the floor and pushed against what he thought was Sam's body, hoping to force him away. And for a second he thought it had worked, whatever he was pushing against gave way, but he groaned again when he felt his feet turned sideways and a large pressure came down on either side. He'd pushed his feet straight into Sam's jaws and the dog was now treating his shoes like a chew toy. He was wearing leather sneakers and knew what dog teeth would do to them, so in a desperate attempt to save their lives, he pushed them off. The good news was that this worked; Sam stopped chewing on his shoes. The bad news was that the only way he knew that this had worked was because Sam was now gnawing directly on his feet.
Dan was more than just annoyed now, he was legitimately scared and wanted to leave. He cried out to Ricky again.
"Ricky, can you please get your dogs off of me, I'm really serious now I don't like this at all."
Ricky gave him a look that was hard to parse and gulped down the last of his beer before answering.
"I'm done. Fuck this. You're really selfish, you know that, Dan? You can't even listen to me for 5 goddamned minutes without making things about you. Hell, you haven't even taken a single sip of that beer I got for you. I bought a premium six pack just for today since I knew you'd be coming, you know that? This shit's expensive and you're just sitting there playing with my dogs, chattering away about your own fucking problems and letting my beer get flat."
"Woah, wait, Ricky I- "
"Stop. Just stop talking. I can't deal with you right now. You should leave."
Ricky turned his attention to the two dogs, "Sam! Cid! Go take this somewhere else, I want the couch. Off!"
Dan let out a huge sigh of relief as the dogs both jumped up off of him and vacated the couch. He lay there for a few seconds and used his hands to try and wipe off some of the drool from his chest. He tried to think of something to say, but very soon his choice of words was made up for him.
"Fuck!" he yelped.
He felt the now unmistakable sensation of two pairs of pointed dog teeth dig into his ankles. Sam and Cid had each grabbed one, and before he could get another word out, the dogs gave him a powerful tug and began to pull him over the couch's arm. He looked over at Ricky for help as he was dragged off the couch, but he was buried in his phone, furiously typing away at something.
Dan tried to call out, but Ricky didn't even look up.
"I'm serious Dan, fucking leave now please."
Dan had caught for a second against the couch's arm, but the dogs gave one big tug and he soared off of it, hitting the wood floor below hard and knocking the wind out of him. Unable to speak, he could only crane his neck to try and get a better view of his friend as he was dragged away. The wood and his drool-soaked body made for easy dragging, and the dogs were moving him fast towards an end of the house he'd never been to. He tried to grab hold of anything he could, but his palms were still slick with the drool he'd just tried to wipe away and he couldn't get a good grip on anything. Not to mention any slowdowns resulted in Sam and Cid clamping down their jaws harder than before and doubling their pulling efforts.
Eventually the pulling stopped and the jaws unclamped from his legs. He heard the faint sound of his skin unsticking from the animals' teeth, leaving behind deep indentations. The room he'd been brought to was dim and he couldn't make out much of it, but he knew how to leave and that was enough. As soon as the dogs let him go, he turned himself over onto his belly and tried to stand up to run towards the door. Just as he got to his knees however, he was slammed back into the ground. Sam had leaped at him and brought his front paws down directly onto the man's back. The animal weighed over 200 pounds easy. Dan wheezed.
Cid circled around and sat down directly in front of him. Dan looked up at the dog, terrified and wanting to be anywhere else. Before he could say anything, Cid slid himself down and laid directly on top of him, front paws trapping the man's outstretched arms and chest forcing his face into the floor below. He could barely breathe.
It was then that the licking began again. Cid could only reach his back, that wasn't too bad, but Sam was concerning himself with the last remaining article of Dan's clothing, his shorts. The dog had given them a few licks but didn't seem to like them as much as the shirt or shoes he'd chewed on previously. Sam gave the shorts a few tentative nips and tugs, biting Dan in the process and making him squirm. The dog eventually figured out that tugging at the legs moved the shorts down. Dan struggled harder than ever before as his shorts were pulled away. He was pinned by two Doberman Pinschers in a dark room, wearing nothing but a pair of briefs. He'd have been embarrassed but at this point he was mostly just scared. Ricky either didn't know or didn't care what was happening to him, and he wasn't sure which one of those two options was worse.
Before he could dwell on it too much, he felt Sam start back in on his feet again. The dog was able to fit both in its mouth simultaneously, and it was gnawing on them hard. Sam's teeth held his feet in place as the thick tongue worked its way between his toes and scraped away every ounce of salt and grit from his soles. It pushed his feet up against the rough-ridged roof of its mouth as the tongue scraped back and forth. Dan stifled a laugh as the tongue tickled his feet and struggled harder than ever before to try and get away. In response, Sam bit down harder.
Dan cried out, though his voice was absorbed by the floor and Cid's flesh, and went limp. That was the first instance of one of the dogs actually trying to hurt him. Before now it'd all been play, albeit play that had gone way too far. The bite made him question his situation. They had to tire of him and let him go eventually, right?
His question was answered in the worst possible way as he felt a sudden powerful suction around his feet and found his toes pressing against the back of Sam's throat. Before he could truly process this, Sam swallowed again and the entirety of both of Dan's feet were pushed back over the tongue and into the dog's esophagus. He tried to scream, but again, the sound went nowhere. Cid adjusted his position a bit and continued to lick his back.
Sam stood up and continued his swallowing. Dan could feel the animal still tasting and chewing occasionally as he went, but his goal now was clear. The dog was trying to eat him. Sam grunted after each swallow but showed no signs of slowing down. He worked his way down Dan's legs like a snake. The dog slowed when he reached Dan's ass, and Dan felt another rush of adrenaline hit him as he imagined his dick and balls skewered on the dog's teeth. Thankfully, Sam's mouth was stretched about as wide as it could go at this point, and the dog couldn't have chewed if he wanted to. Dan felt the dog's thick tongue work its way back and forth a few times and then the animal swallowed as hard as he could and rammed himself forward, slipping Dan's hips into his mouth and over the back of his tongue in one smooth motion. The dog lay back down and took a quick break.
Since the swallowing had stopped for the moment, Dan had some time to consider his situation. One half of him was inside of a dog, and the other half was underneath one. He didn't see any way out of this himself, but there was one last thing he could try. Sam wouldn't be able to choke the rest of him down unless Cid moved off of him. He had no idea how quickly the dog could finish him up, he suspected it'd be quicker now that he made it past his hips, but he would have a brief window of time where you could yell for help. Ricky was being an oblivious asshole but even he couldn't ignore someone hanging half out of his dog's jaws.
Just then, a growl came from around his lower body. This was it, Sam was trying to get Cid to move so he could finish his meal. Just as expected, he felt Cid shift his weight off of him and his head popped out from under the dog's chest. He opened his mouth to scream out, but Cid's tongue immediately entered it and he could only gag.
Dan continued to thrash and scream but the noises he made were once again muffled. Cid was licking and gnawing at his face, and his yells were either stifled by the dog's jaws or muted as the tongue pushed its way into his open mouth. He tried to scream a few more times before pursing his lips and shutting his eyes. He was no better off than before.
In fact, things were much worse. Sam was back to swallowing again. The dog's tongue rippled under Dan's stomach as it continued to gulp him down. A few more inches of his body descended into the animal's throat and Dan felt the pressure around his feet give way. He didn't give it a ton of thought, but he imagined they were inside Sam's stomach now. The dog was really going to be able to do this. He had previously held out some tiny bit of hope that he'd prove too hard to choke down, but now that part of him was literally in the belly of the beast, he didn't see how things could possibly turn around.
Sam had worked his way up to the top of Dan's chest and Dan felt his arms get forced upwards as the edges of the animal's mouth pushed against them. Another few swallows and he was in up to his neck. Warm breath from both dogs covered his head completely, and the sounds of wet slapping flesh and satisfied grunts filled his ears. Sam snapped back his head and swallowed hard enough to draw Dan's head completely inside his mouth. Cid was forced to stop gnawing at his face now, which was a relief, but Sam's tongue took the place of Cid's and Dan found still himself unable to yell. Even if he was able to call for help, he doubted Ricky could do anything at this point. A few more seconds and Sam would have him completely inside of his belly and that would be the end.
As his face squelched against the back of the dog's tongue, Dan caught one last look at the outside world. The room was dark but there was a bit of light shining in from the hallway; just enough to get a final look at Cid, who was now dutifully gnawing away at his left hand as it hung limp from Saw's jaws. Dan gave a final groan as he watched Sam's tongue mash up against his face and force him into the throat. He saw one more tiny sliver of light through the dog's jaws illuminate its drool-slicked tongue before it swallowed again and Dan's head entered the esophagus completely.
The pressure was immense, and he was unable to breathe at all. The throat had constricted most of his body already, but having his face in there was worse. The pulsating walls were thick with drool and mucus that clung to him and filled every hole where air might have been trapped, and he felt like his head was going to be crushed.
Now that the hardest part was over, Sam relaxed a bit and played around with the human's hands as they slipped into his jaws. Cid clearly still wanted to chew them as well, but at this point Sam could close his mouth, so he had them all to himself. He gnawed Dan's fingers a bit with his back teeth before closing his eyes and committing to one slow, final gulp. When he opened his eyes again, the man was gone. Completely inside of him. Completely his. Sam and Dan were no longer separate entities. There was only Sam. Fully, satisfied, elated, Sam.
After what felt like an eternity, Dan's head popped into the dog's stomach, followed shortly by the rest of him. There wasn't much room, he was a big meal even for such a large animal, and he found himself force into the fetal position, barely able to squirm. The smell inside was awful, though his nose was so plugged with mucus and spit it barely registered. He was able to take a few breaths of stale air before the stomach contracted around him even tighter than before and he heard Sam belch out the only stuff keeping him alive.
He took a few more gasping breaths, but each one gave less satisfaction than the one before it. As terrified as he was of being eaten alive and digested, the thought of suffocating scared him worse-it felt more real and immediate-and he used what little energy he had left to thrash. As the air in the stomach was used up, Dan felt himself grow more and more lightheaded. He tried to struggle up until his last moments, but by the end his only movements were involuntary spasms. He wasn't sure if these were the result of him dying or if the dog's digestive juices had started to eat away at his muscles, but he was surprised to realize he didn't much care. He was dog food now, and soon to be nothing but a pile of shit. Even if he could somehow get out, he'd never really get over this feeling of utter domination. He'd always be dog food, and thinking back maybe that's what he'd always been. Sam and Cid had certainly known that, and that's why they'd been so relentless. This had always been the way things were going to end for him.
Outside, Sam flopped over on his side and panted. He was tired after having downed something so big. He gave another satisfied belch and licked his lips. That was a great meal. One of the best he'd ever had. Worth getting yelled at for. He could feel his dinner still moving around inside of him a bit still and he lifted his head to get a better look at his swollen gut. He was a muscular dog, and well fed, so there wasn't much specific to see, but it did jiggle every now and then.
Cid walked over and lay beside him. He sniffed at Sam's belly and gave it a few long licks. As the movement in his brother's belly began to slow, he brought his head down and rested it there. The dogs stayed awake for another half an hour or so, just lying there enjoying each other's company and Dan's final struggles. Eventually the struggles stopped. The dogs closed their eyes and dozed off. What a nice day it had been. Company really was the best.