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His first cognizant thought was, \"I don't want to die here.\"\n A gratingly cheerful, male voice greeted him, \"Oh, awake are we?\"\n Jon grumbled, trying to form words of protest.\n \"That means,\" the voice said, \"its about time for the gag. I could have put it in while you were out, but I think it has more [i]impact[/i] if I do it while you're awake.\"\n There were footsteps to the corner of the room. A trunk was opened, rummaged through, then shut. The owner of the voice approached Jon but stopped just short.\n \"I've got some water for you. Just open your mouth and I'll pour it in,\" the voice reasoned.\n Jon refused, grumbling, keeping his muzzle closed.\n The voice burst out laughing, \"A smart one! You wouldn't believe how many people fall for that, even after I talk about gagging them! They just open up like a cheap whore.\"\n The voice got quieter, \"I have my ways. If you won't cooperate out of stupidity, I'll make you comply with [i]force[/i].\"\n The word was accentuated by a sharp blow to the wolf's scrotum. The sudden impact made Jon yelp. The lingering nausea creeping up from his groin into his lower gut made him whimper. There was plenty of time to force the ball into his mouth and fasten the gag securely. Jon was helpless. He realized that he was at the mercy of his captor and told himself to just play along next time.\n \"Hmmm,\" the voice sounded like he approved. \"That should do it. Can you speak?\"\n The wolf was silent.\n The other male cleared his throat. \"I said,\" he prefaced and then prodded Jon's breastbone forcefully to the rhythm of his reiteration, \"Can. You. Speak?\"\n Jon whined the best \"no\" he could muster.\n \"Good,\" said the voice. \"Now, some ground rules. I set ground rules for all of my guests. Oh, don't worry, we're the only ones here. Some of my guests were bad. Very bad. So bad I had to make rules.\n \"Don't urinate. Don't defecate. I try to keep it steri-....[i]clean[/i] here. Don't beg. Don't struggle. You won't be doing yourself any favors. Don't give me the cold shoulder. Don't forget that I am in charge. Be good and I might let you out one day.\"\n The voice giggled softly. Jon didn't know what to read into it, just that something should be.\n \"Shall we begin?\"\n Jon answered with a timid affirmative sound.\n \"I'm not sure what to make of you,\" the voice giggled again. \"You seem awfully eager.\"\n Jon's mind reeled at the implication. He visualized being shaven, being skinned alive, and having his flesh be turned into furniture. He was unsure of whether the sick sensations of his innards was because of his damaged testicles or just a by-product of his fear. \n The wolf felt a hand on his shoulder and heard the sound of unzipping and rustling cloth. Something warm and wet shuffled softly through the fur near his groin. The voice's penis was pressing into him. Jon didn't like that. He shook his head, cried out and fought against his restraints as if somehow he could push the rapist away.\n The hand that was on his shoulder dropped to his nipple. It pinched and twisted with what seemed to be mechanical force. It was a different kind of pain than the testicular trauma, which now existed as a numbing ache.\n The voice was nearly a tender whisper but forceful, \"Don't struggle.\"\n Jon was grabbed by his hips as the other male humped his crotch. The voice's penis was getting bigger and wetter. The thrusts were even and his breathing was calm. It felt like it continued for ten minutes before it stopped abruptly. One hand was taken off, and used to guide the hard, wet dick toward Jon's sheath. \n The wolf was mortified that a male was trying to insert his penis into his sheath. A low growl started in his throat, but he didn't tug against his restraints. He was nearly trained.\n The captor teased Jon's sheath with the tip of his penis, starting to insert only to pull away. He seemed to be reacting to the wolf's vocalization. He'd then pull away and work a finger tip into the sheath, roughly. Back to neat massaging with his cock. Back to trying to insert it into the sheath, trying with new vigor to get it in. \n Once the tip of his dick was in the sheath, pressed firmly against its native resident, the voice pressed, trying to get even more of it in. The sheath was pliable, but was not intended for nearly twice the volume. It stretched as it got penetrated deeper and deeper. The thrusts were predictable and even. Jon's sheath swelled and deflated with the rhythm of the invader.\n Against his will, Jon was starting to get erect. His mind rejected this interaction with another male, but the steady, slick stroking of his reproductive organ triggered buried evolutionary tendencies. His body thought it was time to procreate, so it was yielding where the mind was resisting. He hated himself for getting aroused. His prick swelled in defiance of the mind that ran the body. It was mutiny.\n The wolf's swelling member peeked out of its container. It was becoming more difficult to sheathfuck the wolf.\n \"You know,\" the voice said. \"This thing is really getting in the way.\"\n He got on his knees and used a hand to forcibly pull the sheath all the way down. Jon's dick, robbed of its wrapper, was suddenly very cold. The cold seemed to make it even harder. It throbbed with the pride of a wolf cock. It stood strong, courageous against the elements.\n Jon was given another clue as to the identity of the voice. The male's tongue, warm and wet as the penis it caressed had just been, a shock of sensation, was smooth. The owner of the voice was not a feline. It wasn't much but it was something. It was a hope that need not exist. \n The tongue went from base to tip. It did this a few times before a cold nose touched near the based of the penis and the voice's tongue wormed into the retracted sheath, digging in as deep as it could go into wolf anatomy. It was a feeling Jon had never experienced. Pre-cum seeped from his urethra.\n The voice seemed to be enjoying it by the way he so hungrily licked and slurped at the inside of the sheath and the innermost parts of the penis. The male was touching himself. It was only to gather moisture onto a digit which was pressed against Jon's anus.\n It didn't yield. The slightly slicked digit rubbed the virgin ring. Jon whined and resisted and fought his restraints momentarily. He stopped himself, but his anus still reflexively clenched against an intruder that defied biology and evolution. He didn't know that with enough lubrication, with enough force, those things didn't matter. He didn't know that the voice's owner was going easy on him.\n \"I think that's about enough for today,\" the voice huffed. \n The captor rose. He dragged what sounded like a four-legged wooden stool to just in front of Jon's crotch. There was the sound of small metal jingling against itself as something was rolled across uneven terrain. A collection of utensils, Jon deduced.\n Just as fear was starting to grip him, his dick was completely engulfed. It was inside the captor's mouth. A hand cupped the testicles and provided a gentle squeeze as the wolf was getting head. The voice's tongue was pressed firmly on the underside of the cock. The tip of Jon's dick brushed the back of the voice's throat. It was aggressive but not violent. It was good head, easily top ten of the wolf's life.\n It ended as sporadically as it began and a small, thin steel tube was forced into the wolfmeat. Jon winced. It didn't hurt so much as there was a drastic temperature change on the inside of the penis. It was unnatural in every sense of the word. His dick throbbed reflexively, which caused cold movement on the inside of his dick. It got pressed deeper. Another hand gripped the cock as the tube was slowly pulled out. A torrent of pre-cum followed. It ran down the dick until it was dammed by the voice's thumb, where it pooled until it overflowed and dripped on the floor.\n The dick was left to its own devices. It throbbed. It made pre-cum. It dripped. There was no hand to guide its position. It bobbed. It started to soften.\n A sharp, intense pain stung Jon, just at the base of his penis. He howled through it. It was a piercing, intense pain. It moved around, down under his dick, leaving a wet trail of maddening agony behind it. It fought through the underside of his penis, struggling to get past the thick skin where the sheath and scrotum connect.\n Like the flip of a switch, Jon realized: \"My sheath is getting cut off!\" \n He whimpered and wailed. He tugged at his wrist restraints as if he could put his hands on his assailant and push him away if he tried hard enough. He fired his leg muscles to kick. He tried shouting every curse he could come up with, no matter how nonsensical. \n Jon writhed and floundered as the cruel circle was drawn. He fought as if his life were in danger. It wasn't. His pride as a natural male was. He groaned helplessly as the circle came to a close. He was nauseous, as he felt something not a part of himself slide off of his dick, like a tooth no longer part of the body falling out.\n There was a grotesque splat on the floor near his right foot. His sheath was so close but no matter how close could never be a part of him again. The wolf whimpered. He was now a freak. He was now damaged beyond repair. He was spiraling into a black pit of despair where nothing made sense. It couldn't make sense with part of his body lying on the floor, having been irreverently cast aside. Jon wept.\n \"That......that went better than usual,\" the voice said, cheerful as ever. \"I'll be in to check on you in a little while. I've got to uh, clean up. I'll leave you to your thoughts.\"\n The stool was moved, but the rolling cart was not. Jon probably wouldn't have been able to withstand the jingling of the utensils that ruined him. Footsteps climbed stairs. If the wolf had not been mourning his loss, he would have counted fourteen. The door creaked open, then was shut and bolted.\n In the darkness, below ground, Jon was bewildered. It felt like he had just started the day and then he woke up to get unwanted sex from a male and have his sheath stolen from him. His mind was numb. His body ached. His penis felt so cold.\n ","writing_bbcode_parsed":" The first sense that came to Jon as he started to gain consciousness was smell. He smelled blood. He smelled his own wolf blood and the blood of at least six other canids. He thought he smelled reptilian blood. His blood was the freshest smelling.
He smelled urine. He smelled some excrement. He smelled vomit. He smelled mildew and stagnant water, probably from feebly attempting to wash away the other liquids. There were too many scents, but he tried to focus on the dominant ones.
He was standing. He was naked. He could barely move. His wrists were bound by steel at ear height. Though he couldn't see it, his legs were kept at shoulder width by a spreader bar. He couldn't see. Jon made a reasonable deduction that he was blindfolded.
The door that creaked open and footsteps that descended on his left led him to believe that he was underground, in some sort of dungeon. His stiff, sand papery tongue and the throbbing in his head implied that he had been drugged. His first cognizant thought was, "I don't want to die here."
A gratingly cheerful, male voice greeted him, "Oh, awake are we?"
Jon grumbled, trying to form words of protest.
"That means," the voice said, "its about time for the gag. I could have put it in while you were out, but I think it has more impact if I do it while you're awake."
There were footsteps to the corner of the room. A trunk was opened, rummaged through, then shut. The owner of the voice approached Jon but stopped just short.
"I've got some water for you. Just open your mouth and I'll pour it in," the voice reasoned.
Jon refused, grumbling, keeping his muzzle closed.
The voice burst out laughing, "A smart one! You wouldn't believe how many people fall for that, even after I talk about gagging them! They just open up like a cheap whore."
The voice got quieter, "I have my ways. If you won't cooperate out of stupidity, I'll make you comply with force."
The word was accentuated by a sharp blow to the wolf's scrotum. The sudden impact made Jon yelp. The lingering nausea creeping up from his groin into his lower gut made him whimper. There was plenty of time to force the ball into his mouth and fasten the gag securely. Jon was helpless. He realized that he was at the mercy of his captor and told himself to just play along next time.
"Hmmm," the voice sounded like he approved. "That should do it. Can you speak?"
The wolf was silent.
The other male cleared his throat. "I said," he prefaced and then prodded Jon's breastbone forcefully to the rhythm of his reiteration, "Can. You. Speak?"
Jon whined the best "no" he could muster.
"Good," said the voice. "Now, some ground rules. I set ground rules for all of my guests. Oh, don't worry, we're the only ones here. Some of my guests were bad. Very bad. So bad I had to make rules.
"Don't urinate. Don't defecate. I try to keep it steri-....clean here. Don't beg. Don't struggle. You won't be doing yourself any favors. Don't give me the cold shoulder. Don't forget that I am in charge. Be good and I might let you out one day."
The voice giggled softly. Jon didn't know what to read into it, just that something should be.
"Shall we begin?"
Jon answered with a timid affirmative sound.
"I'm not sure what to make of you," the voice giggled again. "You seem awfully eager."
Jon's mind reeled at the implication. He visualized being shaven, being skinned alive, and having his flesh be turned into furniture. He was unsure of whether the sick sensations of his innards was because of his damaged testicles or just a by-product of his fear.
The wolf felt a hand on his shoulder and heard the sound of unzipping and rustling cloth. Something warm and wet shuffled softly through the fur near his groin. The voice's penis was pressing into him. Jon didn't like that. He shook his head, cried out and fought against his restraints as if somehow he could push the rapist away.
The hand that was on his shoulder dropped to his nipple. It pinched and twisted with what seemed to be mechanical force. It was a different kind of pain than the testicular trauma, which now existed as a numbing ache.
The voice was nearly a tender whisper but forceful, "Don't struggle."
Jon was grabbed by his hips as the other male humped his crotch. The voice's penis was getting bigger and wetter. The thrusts were even and his breathing was calm. It felt like it continued for ten minutes before it stopped abruptly. One hand was taken off, and used to guide the hard, wet dick toward Jon's sheath.
The wolf was mortified that a male was trying to insert his penis into his sheath. A low growl started in his throat, but he didn't tug against his restraints. He was nearly trained.
The captor teased Jon's sheath with the tip of his penis, starting to insert only to pull away. He seemed to be reacting to the wolf's vocalization. He'd then pull away and work a finger tip into the sheath, roughly. Back to neat massaging with his cock. Back to trying to insert it into the sheath, trying with new vigor to get it in.
Once the tip of his dick was in the sheath, pressed firmly against its native resident, the voice pressed, trying to get even more of it in. The sheath was pliable, but was not intended for nearly twice the volume. It stretched as it got penetrated deeper and deeper. The thrusts were predictable and even. Jon's sheath swelled and deflated with the rhythm of the invader.
Against his will, Jon was starting to get erect. His mind rejected this interaction with another male, but the steady, slick stroking of his reproductive organ triggered buried evolutionary tendencies. His body thought it was time to procreate, so it was yielding where the mind was resisting. He hated himself for getting aroused. His prick swelled in defiance of the mind that ran the body. It was mutiny.
The wolf's swelling member peeked out of its container. It was becoming more difficult to sheathfuck the wolf.
"You know," the voice said. "This thing is really getting in the way."
He got on his knees and used a hand to forcibly pull the sheath all the way down. Jon's dick, robbed of its wrapper, was suddenly very cold. The cold seemed to make it even harder. It throbbed with the pride of a wolf cock. It stood strong, courageous against the elements.
Jon was given another clue as to the identity of the voice. The male's tongue, warm and wet as the penis it caressed had just been, a shock of sensation, was smooth. The owner of the voice was not a feline. It wasn't much but it was something. It was a hope that need not exist.
The tongue went from base to tip. It did this a few times before a cold nose touched near the based of the penis and the voice's tongue wormed into the retracted sheath, digging in as deep as it could go into wolf anatomy. It was a feeling Jon had never experienced. Pre-cum seeped from his urethra.
The voice seemed to be enjoying it by the way he so hungrily licked and slurped at the inside of the sheath and the innermost parts of the penis. The male was touching himself. It was only to gather moisture onto a digit which was pressed against Jon's anus.
It didn't yield. The slightly slicked digit rubbed the virgin ring. Jon whined and resisted and fought his restraints momentarily. He stopped himself, but his anus still reflexively clenched against an intruder that defied biology and evolution. He didn't know that with enough lubrication, with enough force, those things didn't matter. He didn't know that the voice's owner was going easy on him.
"I think that's about enough for today," the voice huffed.
The captor rose. He dragged what sounded like a four-legged wooden stool to just in front of Jon's crotch. There was the sound of small metal jingling against itself as something was rolled across uneven terrain. A collection of utensils, Jon deduced.
Just as fear was starting to grip him, his dick was completely engulfed. It was inside the captor's mouth. A hand cupped the testicles and provided a gentle squeeze as the wolf was getting head. The voice's tongue was pressed firmly on the underside of the cock. The tip of Jon's dick brushed the back of the voice's throat. It was aggressive but not violent. It was good head, easily top ten of the wolf's life.
It ended as sporadically as it began and a small, thin steel tube was forced into the wolfmeat. Jon winced. It didn't hurt so much as there was a drastic temperature change on the inside of the penis. It was unnatural in every sense of the word. His dick throbbed reflexively, which caused cold movement on the inside of his dick. It got pressed deeper. Another hand gripped the cock as the tube was slowly pulled out. A torrent of pre-cum followed. It ran down the dick until it was dammed by the voice's thumb, where it pooled until it overflowed and dripped on the floor.
The dick was left to its own devices. It throbbed. It made pre-cum. It dripped. There was no hand to guide its position. It bobbed. It started to soften.
A sharp, intense pain stung Jon, just at the base of his penis. He howled through it. It was a piercing, intense pain. It moved around, down under his dick, leaving a wet trail of maddening agony behind it. It fought through the underside of his penis, struggling to get past the thick skin where the sheath and scrotum connect.
Like the flip of a switch, Jon realized: "My sheath is getting cut off!"
He whimpered and wailed. He tugged at his wrist restraints as if he could put his hands on his assailant and push him away if he tried hard enough. He fired his leg muscles to kick. He tried shouting every curse he could come up with, no matter how nonsensical.
Jon writhed and floundered as the cruel circle was drawn. He fought as if his life were in danger. It wasn't. His pride as a natural male was. He groaned helplessly as the circle came to a close. He was nauseous, as he felt something not a part of himself slide off of his dick, like a tooth no longer part of the body falling out.
There was a grotesque splat on the floor near his right foot. His sheath was so close but no matter how close could never be a part of him again. The wolf whimpered. He was now a freak. He was now damaged beyond repair. He was spiraling into a black pit of despair where nothing made sense. It couldn't make sense with part of his body lying on the floor, having been irreverently cast aside. Jon wept.
"That......that went better than usual," the voice said, cheerful as ever. "I'll be in to check on you in a little while. I've got to uh, clean up. I'll leave you to your thoughts."
The stool was moved, but the rolling cart was not. Jon probably wouldn't have been able to withstand the jingling of the utensils that ruined him. Footsteps climbed stairs. If the wolf had not been mourning his loss, he would have counted fourteen. The door creaked open, then was shut and bolted.
In the darkness, below ground, Jon was bewildered. It felt like he had just started the day and then he woke up to get unwanted sex from a male and have his sheath stolen from him. His mind was numb. His body ached. His penis felt so cold.
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