Russet's fun Saturday night.
Here's something I wrote for a friend. It was a bit challenging writing the story without any dialogues but I think it turned out fine. Well, you guys can be the judge!
It's still pending of revision but I wanted to submit it.
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He said no.
He only said it once, just once, but it was not taken seriously. There was a quiver in his voice he could not hide, a tremulousness in the strong deep lines of his face, a look in his eye that suggested otherwise.
A few hushed words in his ear, a tug on his wrist, and he didn't say it again.
His body was stiff in fear, his blue eyes moved vigorously surveying the room for a possible way out but he was small compared to the other men in the club, and thin. He had dug his own grave.
Unfortunately he didn't have a choice but to come. He lacked free will. It was a general conception about his kind; pokemon. Almost every single one of his species was prone to end up owned - especially the small or weak ones. It didn't matter if they were feral, or anthro like his case, or if they tried to make a normal life getting a job and paying bills. Eventually, someone would find them and... capture them. And it was a normal thing; everyone had established that was their purpose. All they could wish for was to stumble into a kind master if they were not capable of staying wild.
The furret wasn't so lucky.
The back of his head hit the wall when he was pushed against it, his frantically heaving chest the only thing giving away his anxiety. And those eyes... the way they seemed to melt when tears welled around them, and the way they wouldn't look directly at his owner, made everyone forget he said no.
He was asked to take off his jacket. There was an immense hesitation in his actions because he was being exposed, not only to the person that owned him but to many others. The thought that maybe he should go against his owner's wishes crossed his mind. It was short lived because he knew what would happen if he disobeyed a second time.
Hands shakily reached for the first couple buttons of his jacket, but before he could get them undone, he felt a hand rubbing his torso.
It was hot, soft, and he felt his heart hammering wildly inside his chest. He would have enjoyed the rubbing but there were so many men watching him that it made him quite uncomfortable, and he looked at his owner with pleading eyes.
That didn't work.
His own fingers froze, he sighed and looked down at himself. When did it turn to this? When had he become an easily target for one man's sexual perversions? It was a pill hard to swallow. There was no justice for his species yet, in its entirety, wasn't all so bad.
Since he wasn't unbuttoning his jacket, his master did it for him. He couldn't go against his owner's desires even if he wanted to, so when he was exposed like that, he looked away in embarrassment.
His chest was smooth, with short fur and two different colored stripes. As he tried to cover himself, he saw two men talking with his owner. He couldn't understand what they were saying but it didn't look good.
One of them moved from his side, the action drew his attention upward, noticing the man pulling out a needle with a strange purple substance in it, and it became clear what was about to happen. They grabbed his arm, tugged on it and he attempted to struggle but even his owner didn't stop him.
He was pleading in his mind but he never said a word out loud.
The furret looked into his owner's eyes one last time, but then squeezed his own eyes shut when he felt the needle enter his skin and the liquid pushing into his blood stream. When they let go of his arm, he fell forward, kneeling down and tongue hanging from his open mouth as he panted.
After an almost an immediate effect that made him hear his own heart beating for a second, he got really weak. His pupils were constricted and he tried to fight the drugs that were injected in his system to no use.
He knew that was not going to kill him... and maybe that was the worst part.
His long ears picked up a metallic rustle sound and he tried to advert his eyes forward, barely able to see his owner with a set of chains in hand.
Downward... his pants were starting to bulge against his will. He even felt that his dick was bigger than usual. With every passing second, he convinced himself that this was his fate but even then, he wouldn't find the courage to admit that he enjoyed this treatment from time to time.
His master wanted him and he... he needed his owner. He had come to terms with it.
Maybe it was the drug doing the talking but he has never been so accepting of his master's presence. And when he felt the big male manhandle him to remove his pants and put all these chains around his arms, legs and chest, he even lifted up his head so he could be tied to the wall.
His dick felt hard, and it was. Thicker around the base and spilling some precum at the tip, without even any stimulation. Both knees hit the ground and he was hanging his head low, with his cap still on and arms stretched with the chains holding them up.
There was silence.
There never was a greater synonym for acquiescence than silence. It let everyone know that he had given up, and it was truly beautiful.
More people gathered around, he could sense them. The bartender watched behind the counter when no one was asking for drinks. even the bouncers had stopped just to watch rather than stop such abuse... but worst of all, the music was still playing like nothing happened. Soon he realized that he was becoming part of the entertainment.
What could have his master said to the bouncers to leave him where he was? Not like he had signed up any document saying that he would fully submit to any conditions. But then again, he was a pokemon so that might have been all that was needed to say.
Not having enough with one dose, the man moved again to use another needle on him, and he cried out for how painfully the new injection perfored his body. He felt himself to be more than just mere entertainment, he felt like he was a test subject but that new dose had him even more aroused.
His drooling member was creating a pool of cum in front of him. He tried to look up at his owner with one teary eye and he found him grinning and collecting a few dollars from other people.
Before long, he was staring right at someone's crotch. He knew what was going to happen and didn't open his mouth even when he had a dick an inch away from his nose. But then his master grabbed his muzzle and forced it open. That cock slid inside his mouth, pressing down against his tongue.
He could taste it... and he wasn't even sure he liked it.
It took him a while to get used to the taste of his owner's cock and eventually learned to enjoy himself but this was not his master's dick, and tasted completely different. He didn't have time to find any similarities with the taste before he felt that cock pressing against his throat, which caused him to gag reflexibely, even as it was forced further.
He groaned, around the cock and around the hand that was still holding his mouth open. That man started fucking his face, and he closed his eyes shut, without working it with his tongue like he would have done if it was his owner's dick. No, he didn't really like having a stranger use him.
Finding approval from his owner was the only reassurance he had.
At least that man was just working himself fast and hard in his mouth, aiming entirely to release rather than enjoying the moment. It could have been just minutes or seconds for all he cared, but that person was taking too long. When it happened, he could feel that seed hitting the roof of his muzzle, then going down his throat, and when his owner's fingers were pulled away from his mouth, he saw a strap around it which held his mouth shut after that man finished cumming.
Without that dick in his mouth but with no choice but to swallow that mouthful of cum, he did it. He gained no relief, the aphrodisiac injected into his veins was still keeping him really aroused and he tried to open his mouth at least to stick out his tongue... because he wanted the dick that would actually get him off.
It just didn't happen next.
Another one of the guys had decided to try out some fun too at his expense. He was looking at his owner but when the other large man pulled on the strap around his muzzle to have it open again, he knew he was going to have to suck yet another different dick.
The second man grabbed and forced that dick in his mouth. He tried to pull his head back but he felt a familiar hand behind it, pushing him forward. Even if that cock was not big, the forcefulness made him gag.
The furret kept sucking, and felt little spurts of pre still dripping out of the tip of his cock despite his hesitation overall. Soon, the reality of what he was doing started to sink in a little through the lust. He was going to suck dicks, get the men in the club off... as long as his owner allowed it.
He wasn't even giving his best efforts, and felt that man thrust forward to start fucking his mouth. When he tried to pull back, the hand holding his head shoved it down again and he looked up at his master with a silent plead.
Even if it wasn't a big dick, it was still enough to hit his throat when he was forced to suck it so deep, but he didn't moan, he didn't show any pleasure.
At least nothing was under his tail. It wouldn't be too hard to pull it and make his ass stick out, even with the chains around his limbs. His master preferred to have the first dibs on that, or be the only one stretching him out rather than having anyone else find out how great it was fucking his ass. That was neither good nor bad. He honestly didn't know how to feel about that. Wanted? Maybe, even if it was for that purpose. Although at the same time, being considered a sexual toy was humilliating.
Abruptly, that dick he had in his mouth slid out and he wasn't sure if the male even was able to cum. But he saw his master pushing the man away and then moving in front of him.
That much more familiar scent was close, so very close, he was almost forgetting all about the situation and even opened his mouth willingly to what at this point would be a treat.
When that fat dick was exposed in front of him, he lowered himself back down, but did not keep quiet, instead he finally made a small moan sound. Everyone could see how much of a slut he was after sucking off two strangers but still be eager to suck off his owner. His tongue circled around that length. There was that flavor he enjoyed and he closed his eyes, while still letting a single tear run down his cheek.
He was going insane; head bobbed really fast, his mind couldn't focus on anything that wasn't pleasing the man in front of him and his dick spurted out more precum. Oh gods, how his demeanor changed for one dick, how his throat opened to welcome it inside and he even drooled.
Being at his master's mercy after that brief torture, had him going again.
So, as he took the fat length in his muzzle over and over, sucking on it, the crowd seemed to gather around to watch. Some offered a hand to help each other, but he was still the main focus.
Sucking his master off, ever so gently grazing that dick with his teeth, he got into rhythm he was more comfortable with.
His throat bulged a bit when he went all the way down. He sighed and relaxed the muscles, then took more of that shaft.
He felt himself almost gag again, which told him a lot. That particular reflex had been mastered for some time now but he couldn't help dealing with it from time to time. It could have been the aphoridisiac, or the intoxicating scent from his owner, but he was really into it.
Eventually, the furret began to slide his muzzle off. He stopped midway and started back down till his lips kissed those soft balls at the base, then started to repeat the process, picking up speed.
There was no thinking, reasoning, logical part of his brain functioning at this moment. The humilliation he was put through long gone, and he even forgot where he was at. All that mattered, all that existed for him was the dick inside his mouth.
He picked up the moans from his owner. After all this time servicing him he learned how to tell which moans meant that he would be getting a mouthful or his ass filled with cum depending on the case. And he didn't miss it despite the loud music playing.
Almost wanting it, he made sure his throat muscles were open and he was more or less relaxed. Then, after hearing the moan, his master shoot that sperm into his waiting mouth.
With much effort, he sucked down everything, and he opened his eyes to look up at his trainer before he felt the dick slipping out, although he was fast to stick out his tongue too and lick the tip clean.
The furret could only whine and make little pathetic moans of pleasure, as he tasted that cum in his mouth, leaving his mouth hanging open almost as if he craved more.
He didn't even realize that he released his cum too on the floor, he was just too intoxicated for that. A bigger pool of cum was in front of him and his tongue laked a few drops of saliva down onto it.
But he didn't get to taste his master again. He was forced to suck some other men from the club but they all seemed disappointed that he didn't put the same effort. Besides, he was quite exhausted, mentally and physically.
A few hours later, his master came around to pick him up. He was a complete mess, cum on his face and leaking out his mouth as if he didn't want to swallow it too. Nothing had gone up his ass so he figured that it was the only conditions his owner put for others to use him.
When the chains were removed, he almost collapsed forward, coughing and panting, but then he was picked up by ease and placed on his owner's shoulder to carry him out of the club.
He only checked that he still had his hat on before closing his eyes and falling asleep.