Ben and the Dobermann
Story by kleet on SoFurry
A story written as a trade with Terian on FA. His character Ben has a rather bad day - and then it gets worse.
Ben cursed his luck as he picked his phone up from the rocky ground. His hike had been one bad event after another. His ankles hurt from the new boots he wore, the weather had turned from sunny to heavy rain, and now his map and GPS had fallen out of his hands and shattered.
“Okay, that's enough. Time to turn back"
Two hours later, Ben was exhausted. Without a map, he had quickly lost his way along the mountain trails. Now, he was out of water and food. The sun was setting, and he felt like he was following the same dirt road in circles. Finally, his luck changed – a mountain cabin came into view.
He staggered up to the door, glad to see a pickup truck in the driveway. He'd barely knocked on the door before it was pulled open – the hulking figure of a Dobermann glaring down at him.
“Ah! S-sorry. Um... I'm, uh, a bit lost. Could – could I use your phone, sir?"
“The fuck you doin' here, boy?"
“I- I just got lost on a hike. My phone's busted – see?"
Ben pulled the cracked cellphone from his pocket, backing away from the door a bit.
“... so you're just a lost runt?"
“I should go", Ben said quietly, not feeling safe as the large dog stared down at his skinny, exhausted body. He backed away from the door. He was almost back on the road when he felt something grab his backpack.
“Hey! What are you-MMF!"
Something was shoved in the struggling human's mouth, causing him to gag as he fell to the ground. Soon, his hands were pulled behind him and quickly strapped together.
“I don't think so, runt. A bitch like you isn't gonna walk away from me. So, why don't we go inside and get acquainted."
The Dobermann dragging Ben back to the house by the neck, cutting off the weak man's air every time he tried screaming. Once inside, Ben's clothing was quickly removed from his body. He was forced to watch as the torn garments were tossed into the fire, along with his backpack and phone. Then a pair of heavy metal shackles were locked around his wrists, and a matching collar added to his sore neck.
That's when a new level of horror began. The dog removed his own shorts, exposing a large bulbous dick. He chuckled as he approached the struggling runt, flipping the young man onto his belly and pushing him into the wooden floor boards. Ben screamed into the gag as his virgin hole was attacked, the Dobermann not caring about his comfort – just forcing himself inside, tearing the flesh open. Blood was the best lubricant, after all. Soon, his balls were slapping against Ben's own sack, sharp teeth biting into the human's shoulder as the dog rode him hard and deep. The pain was horrifying, his insides being torn apart by the massive invader. It seemed to last for an hour, his ass on fire, his bowels convulsing. His throat even felt bloody from his screaming. Then a furry hand grabbed his brown hair and slammed his face into the floor. Again. And again. The stunned human went limp, his screaming ending (for now). Blood seeped out of his nose, and his left eye began to redden and swell. He could just about feel the dick inside him pulse as his captor came deep into his guts before darkness filled his vision.
“Next time, you'll take the knot like a proper bitch. Or else I'll start removing parts until you look like one"
Ben couldn't hear the threat. His limp body just lay there, his mind retreating from the reality of what happened. Trying to ignore the slimy feeling of whatever was dripping out of his ass.
Ben's green eyes were bloodshot from crying. His body ached, bruised and cramping from the ordeal he'd been through the past day. He still whimpered, the wad of cloth in his mouth dampening the sound. He was naked, his hands in heavy iron cuffs behind him, his ankle manacled to a steel spike driven deep into the hard sandy ground behind the cabin. All he could do was lie on the ground, as the sun slowly burned his skin, and he cried to himself. In a way, he was glad to be outside and alone – it meant he wasn't being pummelled by his captor. The night had been long and cold, the human tied up outside after being raped. He could hear wildlife around him, but thankfully the back yard was fenced in. Unfortunately, there was no shelter from the cold night, and no shade from the hot sun when day broke.
He wondered if anyone would come looking for him. He didn't mention his hiking plans to his room-mate, and he rarely called his family. He didn't have many friends, except for online buddies that didn't know where he lived. How long until they realised he was absent? How long until his family tried to track him down?
Does anyone know I'm even here?
He heard the door slam open, the footsteps of the Dobermann on the hard ground as they approached. Ben cowered lower, a weak sob escaping his throat. It quickly turned to a scream as the dog's heavy foot stamped down on the human's balls, crushing them against the hard ground.
“Wakey wakey, boy. Time for you're feedin'"
Ben's stomach heaved from the pain, but there was nothing to throw up. He hadn't eaten since his disastrous hike the day before. His reddened skin burned as his captor pushed and pulled him onto his knees, then removed the gag from his mouth.
“Plea- ack!" Ben gagged as the Dobermann spat down his throat, the large ball of phlegm disappearing down his throat before he could spit it out. Then a thumb was hooked into the side of his mouth and the familiar pink dick was pushed between his lips.
“Don't you dare try bitin' me, or else you'll wish I cut those balls off you this mornin'. Now, suck on it and drink your breakfast. You won't be gettin' much else today"
Ben tried to plead, too frightened to struggle, but the dog didn't care. Soon, he was gagging on acrid piss. The flavour filled his mouth, his coughing pushing it up into his nose to burn his sinuses. His body started swallowing to clear his airway, his lungs starting to burn from lack of air. His vision was swimming by the time it ended. And then a new torment: the dog pushed his full dick into the human's mouth, forcing him to deep-throat that hot meat. Ben thrashed as much as he could, trying to free his head – but it was a pitiful attempt compared to the Dobermann's strength. The convulsing throat just coaxed him closer to cumming.
“Fuck, boy, you're good at this!" the dog said, his knot swelling inside the human's mouth as he started to ejaculate. “Eat up, and enjoy it. Got a friend comin' over later. If you're lucky, you'll get some more off Frank."
The dog pulled Ben's jaws apart as far as he could, the human screaming as he felt the muscles tearing, before slipping his cock out between the teeth.
“Please... please, just-"
Another stomp on the cowering human's balls was enough to end the pleading. Then the dog just turned away and left him there, under the hot sun.
The day was long, and hot, and Ben could only curl his legs beneath him; he couldn't even cover his head with his arms. His back was ablaze, his arms on fire. He couldn't tell how long the sun had been beating down on him. It was summer, it was hot, and he was cooking under the cruel sun.
Countless hours past. And then he heard a car pull up to the front of the house. Rowdy, muffled voices came from the cabin. And then the door opened again. He squeezed his eyes shut, dreading what would happen.
“Fuck, Sam. You wanna kill'em already?" a muscular coyote said.
“He's fine" his captor, Sam, replied. “Just a little used, that's all. Lemme get him inside, then you can have a go"
After a swift kick to the balls, just to stun the human some more and hear a gag-muffled scream, the dog unlocked the chain from the human's ankle and dragged the body inside the cabin. His friend had already grabbed a beer from the fridge, and taken off his trousers. Chucking Ben down on the floor, Sam sat down on the dusty couch and let Frank take the first ride. He enjoyed the look of the almost-glowing red skin, the pitiful crying, the scent of terror and pain, and his friend's arousal.
“Fucking. STAY! STILL!" the coyote said, his hands moving to the human's shoulders, not caring as the human's chest was scraped against the rough floor. Ben looked on, now smelling the blood as the fresh wounds joined those he had inflicted only yesterday, and those were torn open by another brutal fucking.
“He's a wiggler alright. What do you think Frank? How do we stop that?"
“Lemme – fuck! - lemme finish first. Get the hammer, tenderise him a bit?"
“Hah! Good idea, but I'm gonna wait. Can't burn through'em that quickly. Not many people come by here anymore"
Ben barely heard the words, his ass on fire again. His back was also in agony, the coyote's claws scraping the sun-burned skin and leaving deep scratches. A new wave of pain racked him, his bicep flaring in unspeakable agony. His vision dimmed, his throat hurting – he didn't even realise he was screaming. The coyote had sunk his teeth deep into the human's arm. As he gasped for breath, he could hear the muscles tearing apart as Sam pulled his mouth back.
“Fucking hell, Frank! Lemme get a tourniquet quick..."
Ben could feel hot liquid landing on his hair, dripping from the monster on his back. Then the world went dark again.
Ben awoke as he was pulled upright, his throat dry and sore, his arms strangely numb. He was getting jostled around, unable to understand the taunting words of his torturers. And then he was choking.
The heavy collar cut into his throat, the pain growing and cutting off his air. He was being hoisted by the collar! He could hear the creaking of rope, could now see the two canines pulling on the other end. His legs kicked, trying to find the floor, trying to stand up! But his knees were too weak, and then he was too high off the ground. His right hand flew to the hard metal, trying to pull it away – to pull his neck free! His left hand... he struggled to look at his left side, the side that was bitten by the coyote. His arm was missing. A torn, bloody stump remained just above where his elbow had been. A leather band tied so tight that it cut into the muscle and stopped most of the blood-loss.
“Ple-" he croaked, unable to talk. His body spun on the end of the rope, his lungs burning, his heart pounding in his head. He could feel his legs shaking, his torso twisting. Seeing the bright window, his two killers, the window again. His vision fading to grey, dimming, a rolling cloud of darkness stealing his sight. And then nothing.
Ben awoke, the cold night burning his bare body. He was back outside. His throat ached, his body broken.
In the moonlight, he could barely see the house. He was too weak to move. His trembling form went eerily still, the chill of the night seeming to fade away...
So tired...
He closed his eyes.
Sam walked outside, eager to empty his bladder down his new toy's throat.
“Wakey wakey, piss-stain. Got another load for - "
The human lay still, and stiff. The Dobermann's nose could already smell the faint stink of death from it.
“Couldn't even last a week... for fuck's sake"
Kicking the body onto its back, the large dog leaned over it, grabbing the throat to confirm the boy had died.
“Well... yer throat's still tight at least" he said, easing his hard dick between the dried out lips of the former human. It slid easily inside the mouth, and deeper. Placing his hands around Ben's neck, he was able to get enough friction and sensation to enjoy himself as he used the body as a fleshlight one last time, his hand tightening its grip to add some enjoyable pressure to his cock.
Once his morning wood was sated, Sam unlocked the shackles and collar and carried the thin male's remains over to the septic tank hatch. Taking a deep breath, he opened the hatch and lowered the body inside. Then he took the hardware back inside, to clean it down and store it away – waiting for the next hapless victim to wander by.