Justice
By: Kayle Storm




  It was the sound of birds chirping and the soft glow of the early evening sunlight that woke Bryce from a deep, oblivious sleep.  The wolf groaned as his eyes slowly slid open, sending bolts of dull pain thru his throbbing head.  He felt as if he had a wicked hangover, though he didn't remember drinking very much the night before.  True, he had been out at the bar with his buddies to celebrate the fact that, despite what had seemed to be a damning court case, the wolf had managed to squeak by unscathed and free.
  Confusion ran thru the lupine's mind as he struggled to make sense of his surroundings.  He definitely wasn't anywhere he recognized.  In fact, he wasn't even indoors.  The dazed wof turned his head, a movement that sent a jolt of throbbing agony thru his head.  It looked as if he was in the woods, surrounded by trees and the fading, brownish grass of late summer. 
  Bryce made a move to stand up, only to find his progress in that particular endeavor was halted almost instantly by a rough tug at his wrists.  His brow furrowed with confusion, the lupine tilted his head down to find thick leather cuffs clasped firmly around his forearms.  He contemplated them with a glazed curiosity for a moment, the haze in his head not quite lifted far enough to allow him to attempt to understand his situation.  It wasn't until he tilted his head down further that panic began to form in a nauseating ball in the pit of his stomach.
  The wolf was tightly restrained by both his wrists and ankles, his clothing wadded up into an untidy ball several feet to his left side.  Judging by the feeling of rough, uncut wood pressing into his chest and stomach, he presumed he was laid over a stump or block of wood with his face hovering just inches over the ground and his tail end raised skyward.
  The lupine yanked hard against his restraints, feeling the rough leather digging painfully into his skin as he fruitlessly tried to free himself.  How had he gotten here?  What the hell was going on?
  Bryce took a deep breath and let out a loud, bellowing howl for help, his voice echoing through the trees.  He waited a long moment, a deafening silence the only response.  He filled his lungs again, but before he could cry out for help, a soft voice came from behind him.
  "Not gonna help, son.  Not a soul around for prolly three or four miles, at the very least.  No one but me can hear you.". Bryce's breath caught in his throat, and the bound lupine tried to tilt his head far enough to the side to see who was speaking, an action that did little more than create an ache in his neck. 
  The wolf heard a soft sigh, followed by the sound of footpaws crunching across twigs and dry grass.  An instant later, an object looped itself over Bryce's head.  He had enough presence of mind to recognize it as a muzzle before it was slipped deftly over his snout.  The lupine threw his head side to side in a valiant attempt to free himself from the device, even as he felt it tighten around his face, clamping his jaws shut in it's unyielding embrace.
  "I was gonna muzzle you before you woke up, but I thought it'd be better if you got to yell for help first.  Just so's you'd know that no one's gonna come.". Finally, the wolf's captor stepped into his field of vision, revealing himself to be an aging collie clad in a pair of denim coveralls and a wide brim straw hat.  The fur around the canine's muzzle was grey with age, and he moved slowly and deliberately, as if his joints had seen better days.
  The wolf looked up at the collie with a mixture of panic, curiosity, and resentment as the canine knelt in front of him with a wince of pain.  "I guess you don't know who I am.  That's kinda impolite of me, ain't it?  You may not know me, but I know you remember my granddaughter.". The collie produced a folded photo from his pocket, running his fingertips over it with a look of mixed sadness and love.  "She's all I got, y'know.  My wife done passed a few years ago…  And her daddy, my son, died overseas.  Always proud my boy was a marine.  Her mama ran off on the two of 'em years ago.  So it's been just me and Cassie for a long, long time."
  The name 'Cassie' brought a hard gleam of fear into the bound wolf's eyes, a detail the aged canine saw easily.  He turned the photo toward Bryce, and the lupine shuddered.  "I guess you do remember her, huh?". The photo showed a laughing, young, mixed breed canine, her eyes alive with mirth and good nature and her fur gleaming in what seemed to be late afternoon sunlight.  The old collie's voice took on a hard edge, his eyes full of rage as he continued speaking.
  "And what do you remember about her?  The way she begged you not to hurt her?  The feeling of her under you when you took her?  The way she cried when you beat her senseless after you had your way with her?". Tears of suppressed anger boiled out of the ancient canine's eyes, running down his face.  "The cops and the paramedics said she was lucky to be alive after you got done with her, and they had plenty of your DNA to get you into that court room.  But then what happened?  You got away with it!  All the evidence, all of my sweet granddaughter's heartbreaking testimonies….  None of it mattered!  None!"
  The collie halted his tirade to catch his breath, holding his chest and wheezing softly.  When he resumed speaking, the fit of rage seemed to have subsided.  "Old age is a cruel mistress.  You see a lot more than you should, and suffer much more than's fair.  My daddy told me once that if you want justice, sometimes you have to make it for yourself.  Poor Cassie don't even leave the house no more, bein' pregnant with your pups and all.  And if she knew what I was doin' out here, she'd prolly never see me the same way again.  But I just can't let this go and let you not suffer like she has."
  The old canine stood, wincing as his knees creaked under him.  Bryce was panting hard like a cornered prey animal, his breath coming in hard gusts as his eyes followed the collie's progress to the left side of the small clearing, near the tangled pile of Bryce's discarded clothing.  The old canine picked up a plastic bag, withdrawing two items from it, and then turned to face his captive.  A large enema syringe was clutched in one shaking paw, and a liter bottle full of a dark yellow liquid occupied the other.
  The collie unscrewed the cap on the bottle, and a musky-sweet scent hit Bryce's nose like a brick to the face.  He whimpered, feeling his cock twitching in it's sheath as the familiar scent of a female in heat washed over him.  "Smell familiar?  I mean, you probably haven't smelled a feral dog in heat before, but it ain't much different than a girl in the same condition.". The collie held the bottle under Bryce's nose, forcing the scent deep into his nostrils.  "Is that what my Cassie smelled like the night you raped her?  Is that why you did it?  Just couldn't help yourself?". The wolf turned his head to the side, trying to escape the clutches of the heavy scent as his cock freed itself from his sheath and dribbled pre onto the base of the stump under him.  "A real man knows how to control himself.  But you ain't a man.  You're a bottom feeder, no better than a rabid dog that has to be put down.  But puttin' a bullet in you would be a waste of lead, in my opinion; at least until I know you've learned somethin'."
  The old canine looked up at the sky, estimating the position if the sun.  "Ive been preparing for this for a while now.  I knew I had a pack of wild dogs runnin' around out here, but it took a week or so to find their den.". The collie pointed back into the trees.  "It's about a hundred yards back that-a-ways, and they come thru here almost every night."  
  Bryce finally began to piece together what exactly the collie had planned for him, and he bucked and struggled against the restraints, the leather biting into his skin painfully.  "Guess you ain't stupid, huh?  You know what's gonna happen, don't you?"  The wolf whimpered, tears of fear running down his face as the old collie pulled the plunger out of the syringe and carefully emptied the contents of the plastic bottle into it.  He replaced the plunger, and stepped around behind the bound lupine.
  A moment later, Bryce felt rough paws grasping his tail, which he had planted firmly between his legs, and pulling it upward with deliberate slowness.  The wolf began to cry in earnest, pitiful whimpers of panic filling the otherwise silent clearing.  "Is that how my granddaughter cried when you raped her?". The old collie's voice was a malevolent whisper in Bryce's ear, silencing Bryce's whimpers of fear and panic as the wolf's tail was twisted up over his back, sparks of agony shooting thru the sensitive appendage.  
  The aged canine pulled a length of cord out of the pocket of his overalls and looped it around Bryce's tail, cinching the loop closed and tying the other end of the cord to the back of the leather muzzle holding the wolf's mouth shut.  He released the lupine's tail, the cord keeping it from obstructing Bryce's virgin tailhole.  
  It was another excruciating minute before the lupine felt the bullet shaped tip of the enema syringe push against his ring.  The wolf surged against his bonds, bucking and pulling wildly at the thick cuffs holding him in place even as he clenched his sphincter shut, attempting to keep the device at bay.  His struggles, however, proved once again to be vain and fruitless.  His captor pulled the syringe back, and then roughly slammed it's plastic tip against Bryce's ring.
  The lupine squealed and fell completely still from the shock of the object slipping into him, a stinging sensation spreading thru his tail end as the canine behind him seated the syringe fully into his rectum.  "If you think I'm being rough, son, you have a terrible night ahead of you.  I'm being real gentle compared to how them dogs is gonna treat you."
  The collie pushed the heel of his palm against the plunger of the syringe, and Bryce's breath caught in his throat as he felt a stream of warm liquid shooting deep into his bowels.  He let out an involuntary moan from the strange, alien sensation even as he felt his belly swell with the added weight of the musky, estrus heavy urine.
  The old canine finished his slow depression of the plunger, the syringe now empty, and pulled it roughly out of his captive.  Bryce yelped and instinctively clenched his sphincter shut, the discomfort in his bowels almost too much to stand as the added liquid sloshed around inside him.  The pressure of the stump under him against his swollen stomach was almost enough to force the wolf to release his flooded bowels, and the lupine panted with the exertion of keeping his tailhole tightly closed against the urge to void himself.
  The old collie circled back into Bryce's field of vision, dropping the empty bottle and the enema syringe back into the plastic bag before stuffing the wolf's discarded clothing in on top of them.  The canine looked up at the setting sun as it slipped faster and faster below the horizon.  "Well, your friends should be trottin' thru shortly.  I wouldn't count on it, but maybe if you stay real quiet and manage to keep from emptying yourself until morning, they'll pass on by and leave you be.". The old dog allowed himself a small, spiteful smirk as he took a last, long look at his captive.  The wolf sobbed into his muzzle in a pathetic display of submission, begging for mercy with his tear filled eyes.  It was obvious, however, that mercy wasn't a luxury the collie was prepared to dispense.
  The aged canine turned and headed out of the clearing at a painfully slow pace, with the lupine's eyes following each and every step in the vain hope the collie would turn around and return to free him.  It wasn't long before his captor had disappeared into the trees, the clearing falling silent save for the pained whines and whimpers of the bound lupine.
  Every second that passed was sheer agony for Bryce.  The discomfort in his gut intensified with each passing minute, and painful cramps shot thru his body like hot lightning as his overfilled bowels gurgled and bubbled.  The lupine had felt a small glimmer of hope at the collie's statement about the dogs leaving him alone if he managed to make it until morning, but Bryce could feel that hope dimming with every second.  As much as he wished it to not be so, a dark whisper at the back of his mind told him that there was no way he could last anywhere near that long.
  The light in the clearing faded into darkness as the wolf struggled with his own body's desperate need to empty itself, his muscles trembling with the strain and exertion.  He had no idea how much time had passed, every minute seeming to stretch on for hours amid a combination of dread anticipation and spasming pain in his gut.
  For a while, the wolf wondered if maybe the dogs had taken a different path and wouldn't even notice he was there, if perhaps the whole thing had been an elaborate bluff orchestrated by the old collie.  He had honestly expected the feral dogs to appear shortly after his captor had abandoned the clearing, but, as of yet, there was no sign of them.  Bryce felt that small glimmer of hope returning, and he considered allowing his body to have its way and empty itself into the ground between his knees.
  The hope, however, was short lived.  The lupine's sensitive nose caught a nauseating whiff of wet dog mixed with carrion, a scent that grew stronger and more persistent every few seconds. Minutes after smelling them, the captive wolf could hear them as well; soft panting mixed with the steady rythym of unhurried paws impacting the ground.  Bryce clenched his eyes shut and held his breath, hoping that the animals would bypass him on their way to whatever hunting ground they were bound for.
  Such luck was not on the lupine's side tonight, however, and the sound and smell of the dogs came closer and closer, until they halted at the edge of the clearing.  Bryce slowly opened his eyes, more out of morbid curiosity than anything, and took his first look at the creatures he had been left to service.
  There were three of the dogs, all of them covered in ragged, matted fur that hung in dirty braids from their necks and bellies.  The biggest of the three, a mutt that had no easily discernible breed, was covered in scars that criss-crossed his neck and chest like a road map.  The other two, smaller than the first, were almost as ragged and battle-scarred, and hung behind the larger male as it stepped into the clearing.  All three of the canines had their noses raised, taking in the lingering scent of estrus that was left behind after Bryce's rough treatment at the paws of his captor.
  Bryce closed his eyes and lowered his head as low as he could, hoping to somehow shrink himself beyond recognition.  His eyes watered from the vile stench of the mutts, even as his bowels churned and cramped harder.  He could hear the dogs coming closer and closer, the sound of their inhalations longer and more pronounced as they tracked the familiar scent of a bitch in heat.
  Bryce suppressed a groan of fear as he felt hot breath against his shoulder, soft growls and grunts of confusion echoing in his ears.  The lead dog, presumably the alpha of the small pack, was sniffing him from head to toe, seemingly confused at the mixed smells of estrus and civilization that hung on the bound wolf.  The lupine trembled as the hot gusts of air moved down his flank, halting briefly at his raised ass.
  A long handful of seconds passed, the alpha sniffing hard and fast as he neared the source of the smell he was after.  An instant later, the bound wolf felt a cold, wet nose jam against his tailhole.
  The surprise of the sudden sensation was finally enough to cost Bryce the battle against his own body.  The lupine let out a low, desperate moan as his gut cramped one last time, sending a shockwave thru his body as his tailhole opened, releasing a stream of mixed bitch urine and watery scat that splashed against the ground between his knees and ran freely down his thighs.  The sweet-sour scent of estrus instantly flooded the clearing, and the lupine felt his cock hardening despite his predicament.  His eyes shot open as the realization of what was about to happen to him hit full force, and he bayed wordlessly thru the muzzle, bucking against his bonds.
  The trio of dogs immediately went into a frenzy, the source of the faint, tantalizing scent they had followed suddenly revealed to them.  Loud, predatory yips of excitement echoed thru the woods as Bryce's bowels continued to empty, leaving his exhausted tailhole loose and gaping slightly as it expelled the last of the urine and his own waste in a hot trail down his legs.  The wolf struggled to lower his tail, pulling against the unyielding cord it had been tied up with as the three dogs circled, howling their dominance into the cool night air.
  Bryce opened his eyes as he felt one of the three ferals attempting to mount, muddy paws impacting his lower back as a loud sob of desperation and fear erupted from his muzzled snout.  There was a loud bark, and the sound of teeth snapping behind him as the alpha ran his subordinate off the new, strange bitch they had discovered.  Bryce tugged and pulled against his restraints, hoping the movements would scare the dogs away, if only for a moment, or entice the alpha to attack his pack mates and cause the three to turn on one another.  But, just as there had been no mercy from the old collie, there would be no reprieve from the dogs.
  The beta who had attempted to mount the prostrate wolf loomed into Bryce's view, it's tail tucked as he retreated from the larger alpha.  A fresh, bloody bite mark adorned his shoulder, and Bryce shuddered as the chastised beta male retreated to the edge of the clearing and lay down to nurse it's wound.  
  The alpha behind Bryce let out a satisfied snort, huffing as the beta retreated.  The bound lupine's heart thundered fearfully in his chest as he continued to pull against his restraints, his wrists now raw and blistered by the rough leather.  An instant later, the wolf once again felt wet paws on his back, blunt claws scratching against his skin as the alpha mounted him, gripping his hips brutally with it's forelegs.
  A new vigor erupted from Bryce, and he bucked wildly under the big dog, throwing his hips side to side in a vain attempt to dislodge the mutt.  He could feel the hot, hard spearhead of the feral's eager cock ramming into his ass cheeks as the dog sought out his prize, his thrusts rendered ineffective by the lupine's thrashing.  The dog let out a frustrated growl, followed by a snarl of dominance.  It was obvious he had subjugated unwilling bitches before, and the one he was currently perched on top of would be no different. 
  The alpha surged forward, his powerful jaws opening and clamping down hard on the back of Bryce's neck, his hot, rank breath washing over the wolf as sharp, jagged teeth penetrated the wolf's fur and sunk into the flesh underneath.  Bryce yelped, his wild struggle ceasing almost instantly as the alpha drew blood from his unwilling partner, the coppery scent only serving to excite the powerful canine even further.
  Bryce clenched his eyes shut as the probing spear of dog flesh returned to ramming against his ass with brutal force, each thrust getting closer and closer to it's intended target.  Tears of fear, pain, and shame dripped down the lupine's cheeks, falling to the ground as he braced himself for the inevitable.
  The dog's frantic thrusts halted for a moment, and Bryce felt the canine's weight shift backwards as it took a moment to reevaluate it's aim.  An instant later, the alpha slammed his powerful hips forward, the head of its engorged shaft finding it's mark.  Bryce let out a long, pained howl as he felt his virgin ring being forced open, the dog's thick shaft plunging into him without remorse.  If not for the viscous mixture of urine and runny scat coating his tailhole, the wolf felt as if the hard, uncaring thrust would have torn him apart.  As it was, bolts of sheer agony shot thru the wolf, curling into his gut like a snake made of fire.
  The alpha snarled past his mouthful of fur and flesh, not caring about the agony he was causing the bitch under him as his hips pistoned back and slammed forward again, hilting himself into the hot, wet depths of the wolf's tailhole.  Bryce sobbed quietly, so as not to anger the dog, his eyes glazed with pain as it claimed him.
  The massive mutt reared back again, withdrawing until only the hard tip of it's cock was sitting inside the wolf, and slammed back in, taking up a brutal rythym as it bred Bryce's gaping, slick tailhole hard and fast.  A flush of shame rose into the lupine's tear stained cheeks as he felt the head of the feral's cock pounding into his prostate, causing an unwelcome blossom of pleasure inside the wolf's tunnel, and he could feel his own cock drooling a steady stream of musky pre onto the ground, where it melded with the rank pool of bitch urine and scat between Bryce's knees.
  After several minutes of rough thrusts, the alpha suddenly released it's grip on Bryce's neck, throwing it's head back and howling at the moonlit sky.  His pace slowed momentarily before he shoved up against the wolf, his inflated knot pressing against the lupine's traumatized ring.  Bryce's eyes went wide with shock, and he began to struggle again, panting with desperation.  The alpha took little notice of his partner's renewed vigor, growling as he pulled his hips back and shoved the baseball sized orb of hard muscle against the lupine's tailhole.  Strands of dog pre dripped to the ground with each retreat of the alpha's thick shaft, the scent mixing into a vile cacophony with the other fluids pooling under the pair.
  A third surge forward caused Bryce's mind to go blank as a scream of absolute agony erupted from his muzzled mouth, the alpha finally forcing his knot into the wolf.  Bryce felt something give way in his tailhole, and his vision blurred ominously.  He was aware enough to know that the dog had torn him open in it's quest to force it's knot into him, and fresh waves of nauseating pain washed over his abused body.  He willed himself to pass out, but the oblivion of unconsciousness never came.
  The dog had resorted to hard, short thrusts, taking up a staccato pace, each backwards pull tugging brutally at Bryce's ruined entrance.  A moment later, the alpha let out another howl of triumph as he flooded his newly claimed bitch with a violent, burning spray of virile canine spunk.  
  The dog sagged on top of Bryce, panting with exertion as the wolf whimpered and sobbed under him.  The faint sound of mixed blood and canine spunk dripping to the ground seemed to be the only thing Bryce could hear, and the wolf could see the two beta males closing in, knowing their leader had finished, moving in to claim seconds on the lupine.  Bryce felt the alpha shift it's weight again, the dogs forelegs giving up their hard grip on his hips as it pushed itself back, turning it's body in a complete one eighty.  Now tail to tail, the mutt surged forward, ripping his still swollen knot out of the wolf.
  Bryce screamed again, the sound utterly mindless as a torrent of dog cum and blood gushed from his torn hole, further staining his fur and making his head swim with agony.  The wolf managed a shaky breath before the first of the two betas, the one who had tried to mount him before, sprang up onto his back with a dominant growl.  The wolf felt the dogs shaft, smaller than the alpha's, slam against him twice before finding the wolf's ripped tailhole, sinking into him without remorse.
  All thoughts of resistance had fled the lupine's mind, and he moaned softly as the second dog took up a frantic, erratic pace.  It was obvious the beta was inexperienced, his jabs wild and uncontrolled as he sought to mix his seed with that of his leader.  Bryce felt his mind beginning to wander, throwing himself forcefully back to reality as he caught himself leaning back into the beta's thrusts, like a real bitch would when her heat took over.
  The young beta roughly rammed his knot into Bryce, seating it easily into the wolf's gaping, ruined tunnel.  The wolf moaned as it sunk into him, willing the mutt to finish and dismount.  His wishes were rewarded a moment later with another stinging stream of musky dog spunk flooding his innards, sending shivers of revulsion thru his battered body.  The dog lay on top of the exhausted, battered wolf for a moment, panting hard, it's fetid breath washing over Bryce as it gathered itself.
  Bryce braced himself as he felt the dog push off his back, mimicking the same maneuver the bigger alpha had used, pushing his hindquarters against Bryce as it turned to face away from him.  A second later, Bryce yelped as the mutt ripped it's knot out of him.  Once again, the lupine's vision threatened to blank out, the trees around the edge of the clearing seeming to spin and fade.  The wolf felt as if he was floating for a moment, only to be yanked brutally back to reality as the third and final set of wet paws clambered up onto his back.
  The third dog panted hard and fast in Bryce's ear as it positioned itself, it's weight pressing the wolf down onto the stump under him.  He could feel the canine probing, each jab of it's shaft drawing closer to the mess of blood, dog cum, urine and scat that marked the lupine's brutalized entrance.  Bryce simply hung his head, the will to fight completely gone out of him.
  When the dog found it's mark, Bryce was unsure whether to be worried or relieved that he barely felt the mutt's cock slip past his traumatized ring.  What he did feel, however, was the dog's rock hard tip slam forcefully into his prostate.  Something seemed to snap in Bryce's mind, and the lupine couldn't suppress a low moan of combined humiliation and pleasure, a spurt of pre jetting from his unwanted erection and settling into the puddle of filth under him.
  Bryce couldn't help but throw his hips into the dog's thrusts, his broken mind screaming that he should be fighting back, not attempting to gain some small modicum of pleasure from what was being done to him.  However, the lupine found it easy to simply shut his mind off from the torment, letting it wander away as his body took over.  
  The beta on top of him growled softly, as if approving of Bryce's new found submission, and rammed it's strong hips into the wolf's ruined tailhole with increasing vigor, each impact on the lupine's swollen prostate almost enough to finally send Bryce over the edge.  The captive wolf groaned, his eyes half lidded with mindless lust and need as the lewd sound of the dog breeding his bloody tailhole echoed around the clearing.
  Bryce was vaguely aware of the presence of the final dog's hard knot pressing into him, and he obediently bucked his hips backward, forcing it into himself.  It was that action that finally sent Bryce's body over the edge, and he threw his head upward in a long, muffled howl as he sprayed a thick load of musky cum onto the ground, the sight and scent of it quickly drowned out by the leavings of the dogs and his own fluids. 
  As his orgasm subsided, the wolf felt the final dog dismount and remove it's knot from his gaping, destroyed tunnel.  He could hear the three of them sniffing and shuffling about behind him, before their footfalls slowly faded away into to the treeline.  Bryce closed his eyes, his mind returning and settling back in as his eyes blurred and finally faded into blissful, silent unconsciousness.


  When the old collie returned to the clearing early the next morning, he at first thought his captive was dead.  The thick smell of blood, scat and wild dog hung like an unpleasant fog in the clearing, and the wolf's unmoving form was the absolute center of the miasma.
  The old canine stepped forward and prodded the unconscious wolf with his boot, earning a soft groan from the lupine.  A moment later, Bryce's eyes opened, immediately going wide with fear as he saw his captor standing over him.  The wolf shrank back as far as his restraints would allow, soft whimpers escaping his muzzle as the collie examined him.
  "Well, I honestly didn't think you'd last the night.  Figured you'd bleed to death before I got back.". The old canine looked down at Bryce with the same unsympathetic disregard one would feel for an insect that had been stepped on, but was still struggling for life.  "Seeing as you're still here, there's a few things I wanna say.". The old collie knelt and rocked back on his haunches with a grimace of pain.  "Do you know what the first thing Cassie said to the police officers that found her was?  Of course, her face was so battered that they almost didn't understand her." 
  The collie scowled as he continued.  "It's probably the same thing you're thinking right now.". The canine's eyes narrowed.  "She said 'Please kill me.'  My poor granddaughter was in so much pain from what you did, that she begged to die.  She wanted to die.  Now you understand what that's like."
  The collie reached into his pocket and withdrew an old revolver, it's chrome barrel glinting in the early morning sunlight.  He reached up with his free hand and unbuckled the muzzle from his captive's face, letting it fall to the ground.  "Now, I oughta leave you out here for the dogs to finish off, but if you beg me real nice, maybe I'll put you out of your misery.  Tell me, son, do you want to die?"
  Bryce looked the old canine in the eyes and nodded, a desperate look on his face.  He wanted nothing more than to feel the cold steel if the gun against his head.  "Say it, son.  Tell me you want it."
  Bryce's voice was soft and cracked, his throat raw from screaming I to the muzzle all night, but his words were easily discernible.  "I want to die…. Please let me die…."
  The collie pulled the hammer back in the revolver, Bryce's shattered eyes following the cylinder as it rotated into readiness.  "Just so's you know….  When Cassie has them pups, YOUR pups, I'm gonna love them with all my heart and soul, just like I do their mama.  But they will NEVER find out who their daddy is, so long's I'm alive.". He pressed the barrel of the gun against Bryce's head, a hard, unsympathetic look in his weary eyes.  "Now say it again."
  Bryce's voice was hoarse as he screamed as loud as he could, the plea echoing they the trees with an aura of finality.  "PLEASE LET ME DIE!"  A fresh dribble of blood snaked out of the wolf's tailhole as he surged forward, sobbing desperately.  His voice faded to a broken sob.  "Please…. Please…."
   A single gunshot echoed thru the trees as the old collie obliged.