The danger of public pools..
I have no kinks for pedophilia, nor do I condone sex with minors, but enjoy this story.
Kevin pushed open the car door and stepped out into the public pool's parking lot. Waving goodbye to his mother, he watched as she pulled out of the space, and drove away.
In celebration of his turning twelve, she had finally agreed to let him go to the pool alone.
He stepped into the changing rooms, quickly changing into a blue swimming suit that was already becoming too small for his growing body. At 4'5", he was on the tall end of raccoons his age, and he was proud of that. He stowed his clothes in a locker, before heading outside.
Kevin ran across the pool deck, and dove into the pool, knowing that it was better to enter the chilly water quickly rather than to edge his way in. As he came to surface, he realized how alone he was. Not a soul was in the area around the pool, and even the lifeguard's stand was empty. Passing the brief fear off with a shrug, he swam at a quick stroke over to the diving board, believing that since he was twelve, he could fend for himself.
Several minutes later, a fur walked in the still open front gates. The grizzled Dalmatian glanced around casually before laying his towel on a chair, and sliding into the water.
Kevin didn't pay much attention to the newcomer, except to notice that he was older and wearing a black Speedo, which was somewhat uncommon at public pools. He dove back under water, kicking off the wall and swimming over to he slides. The pool was well-equipped, and gratefully was in a good part of town, which kept it fairly clean and safe. As he mounted the ladder, he turned and noticed that the Dalmatian was watching him. A bit nervous at the stranger's tracking eye, he decided it was near his time to leave.
He went down the slide and quickly swam, at an even breast stroke, to the ladder closest to the changing rooms.
Stepping inside, he glanced over his shoulder to see the Dalmatian take a dive off of the ledge, assuring him that he wasn't being chased.
He stripped off his damp suit, and stepped into the showers, turning the water on full heat to blast the chlorine out of his fur. After much scrubbing, the threat of the Dalmatian seemed so silly and small that he himself began to poke fun at his cowardice.
As he stepped out of the shower stall, however, that fear came back full on as he sighted the Dalmatian entering the shower room. Quickly turning to avoid the older male, he stepped into one of the four drying stations that lined the wall. Pushing the thin aluminum door shut behind him and double checking to make sure it latched, he turned on the dryers, and stood there as the powerful gust of hot air blew most of the water from his fur and back onto the wall behind him.
As he turned to dry his side, the door suddenly slammed inward, clipping the back of his head and slamming him into the wall in front of him. The young raccoon's world flashed white, then he fell into a black realm of unconsciousness.
Kevin awoke with a groan, wincing and reaching up to grab the back of his head, or at least trying to. As he pulled his hands up, his feet came with them, stopping him from reaching to touch the wounded area. Several seconds of self-assessment allowed him to realize that he was indeed alive, but he had no idea where he was.
He glanced around, realizing he was in a moving vehicle, and he could clearly make out the back of the Dalmatian's head despite the poor lighting. Kevin struggled hard against his bonds, attempting to shout but only to learn that his mouth was held shut by some kind of muzzle. Instead of the angry yelling he expected to hear, all he could manage was to moan and huff loudly through his closed mouth. Tears stained his still damp fur as he struggled relentlessly, causing the older male up front to glance back at the captive boy.
He flashed a smile and winked, before turning his attention to the road ahead.
An hour or two passed, though it seemed an infinite period of time for the crying raccoon. As he lay there, he looked down to see that his hands and feet were zip-tied together, to form a shackle. Though his head hurt still, it was nothing disabling enough to stop him from fighting his current situation.
The vehicle slowed to a stop, and the Dalmatian exited the vehicle. Kevin craned his neck, and saw the Dalmatian dipping a rag in a small bottle, holding it far away from his face as he did so. The male opened the door, rag in one hand, and clasped it over the raccoon's nose and mouth. Kevin tried to hold his breath against the strong fumes, but he hadn't gotten an initial breath in, so after his air depleted, he took a small breath in and slowly went unconscious in the back of the car.
The Dalmatian put the bottle away, and shoved the rag in the back seat of the car. Grabbing the zip-ties holding the raccoon's hands and feet, he lifted the boy like a duffel bag, and carried him to a van partially concealed from the street by trees.
Erica stared at the phone, biting her thumb nervously.
Kevin hadn't called, and it had been four hours. She decided she should drive by the pool, to see if he was ready to come home. Making up her mind, she grabbed her keys., and headed for the door.
The pool was empty. Completely empty. The lights were off, and when she shouted his name into the boy's changing room, there was no answer. She entered the locker room, and found Kevin's locker was open, and his swimsuit was on the bench next to it. His clothes and everything but his wallet were still in the locker. Panic nipping at the edge of her mind, she dashed back to her vehicle, to head home and call the police.
About 30 minutes later, the police showed up at her door, and she invited them in quietly.
She gave them the packet [The schools handed them out, and it contained a recent photo, Kevin's height and weight, and some fur samples], and told them his last known location. The police thanked her, and assured her that they would put every man they could on this.
After answering all of the questions that they had, she said goodbye and afterwards slumped against he door, sobbing and hating herself for ever dropping Kevin off.
Kevin awoke face down on the steel floor of a van, or possibly a truck, he could not tell. He only knew that his hands were still tied to his feet, except now he was tied around a raised pipe, holding his rear and legs up while his torso and face pressed into the cold metal. He looked around, angling his head as much as he could to see if he was alone. His muzzle was freed, so when he began to cry for fear of his life, his sobs went unhindered. Echoing through the hollowed-out vehicle, those were the only sounds that he could hear.
Due to the light streaming in through one of the uncovered windows, he assumed it was late morning, early afternoon at most. He suddenly realized how thirsty he was, and began to believe that the stranger had left him here to die. As the hours ticked by, marked by the moving shadows across the floor of the van, his thirst only intensified as his stomach growled, joining in the chorus.
Night came, and Kevin had pretty much given up trying to free himself. The awkward position had put a horrible pain in his back, that intensified his headache tenfold. He just lay there, breathing slowly, sleep finally coming to the poor boy.
A white Pontiac pulled up alongside the van, and without disturbing Kevin's sleep, the Dalmatian opened the door, and slowly shut it behind him. He clicked on his flashlight, admiring his prize catch, that he could use at his disposal, before dumping his body with the rest that he'd ever taken.
The raccoon had a nice build for his age, his firm-looking rear begging to be caressed, taken.
He could not count how many boys he'd taken, but by far this was the cutest. The raccoon's tail twitched, and he shifted, apparently coming awake.
He turned off the light, and waited.
Kevin awoke, from the grip of horrible nightmare in which demons were chasing him, tearing at his legs as he desperately tried to escape. He tried to get up, only to find himself in the same position as before, unable to move.
He sensed someone, though. Someone who was clearly trying not to make his presence known. He heard the slow breathing, and held his own to ensure someone was there. It was pitched-black in the van, and the pain in his legs and back had intensified, if anything.
Laying there, trying to pretend he didn't know about the other person in the vehicle [he assumed it was his kidnapper], he felt a paw caress his rump. He jumped and tried to pull away, only to be pulled back down by his bindings, winding himself on the pipe.
"Now, now, that won't do!" tutted the male behind him. The voice was raspy and coarse, like any psycho in the movies.
Kevin gasped for air, stunned at the magnitude of the pain in his stomach. He tried to scream, but it only came out a wheeze, followed by a sharp gasp for air.
He felt the paw again, and began to cry, knowing there was nothing he could do about it. The paw traced his buttocks, moving up to the small of his back, before back down under his tail. A finger, tipped with a small claw, dug at his tail hole slightly, before pushing at the clenched muscles.
"Looks like we'll need to loosen you up, boy." The voice came again, and the paw moved down between his legs, forcefully rubbing at his thighs before sliding up to grip his testicles.
Kevin gasped, trying to pull away, but the paw tightened, causing him to cry out in pain and settle back into place on the rail.
The violating hand left, and followed by a slurping sound, returned to his tail hole. The thick digit, slick with saliva, pressured his anus, and another paw moved to rub his sheath, exposing the tip of his penis.
Kevin began to sob, ashamed at his arousal during such a life-threatening situation. The paw pulled back his sheath, and began to stroke him quickly, roughly, as the other paw forced it's first finger inside Kevin.
The raccoon screamed as he was violated, and that got him another pull at his testicles, far harder this time. The finger inside him had developed a rhythm, sliding in and out of him at a furious rate. His erection dripped, leaking onto the paw stroking him, and then it stopped.
The paws retreated, and Kevin was left there, on the brink of climax.
A flashlight clicked on, momentarily blinding the raccoon, and causing him to cry out in surprise. Over the glare of the flashlight, he couldn't see his attacker, but he could hear him moving around the van, looking for something, he assumed.
Suddenly a water bottle, the kind with the pop-cap, came to be pressed against his muzzle. He resisted, assuming it was poisoned.
"It's water, drink up." Insisted the voice behind the flashlight.
"Fuck you!" Kevin yelled, then hesitated, startled at his own stupidity to swear like that while tied up.
True to his fear, a paw came swinging at him from the side, sending him crashing sideways against the wall of the van.
"Drink, you need it." The bottle came again, pressing against his lips like an insistent kisser.
Deciding to trust that the water probably wasn't poisoned, Kevin opened his mouth and suckled at the end of the bottle. The water was chilled, refreshing Kevin and seeming to dull his pain.
After Kevin had finished nearly half the bottle, it was taken away, and the flashlight was removed from his eyes. He looked up at the Dalmatian, cursing him mentally but choosing it wise to remain silent.
The Dalmatian smiled and pulled a knife from a burlap sack on the other side of the van. Seeing that Kevin's attention was locked on the blade, he smiled and said, "I'm going to remove the bar so I can move you to feed you, but if you resist, this will be what removes your balls."
Kevin nodded, numb with shock at the obvious cruelty of his attacker. The pipe was removed, sliding out from under him and allowing him to crash to the floor, whimpering at the pain in his numb legs and sore back. The elder male reached and lifted Kevin by the armpits, setting him to rest in a sitting position up against the wall.
The Dalmatian smiled at Kevin, and removed three cans of baby food from he pack he'd brought. Answering the disgusted stare, he responded with; "So you can't choke yourself."
Unscrewing the first can, he pulled a spoon from his pocket and took a small scoop of 'Sweet Peas', and held it out to the bound raccoon.
Seeing as he had no choice, Kevin opened his muzzle and allowed himself to be spoon-fed. The baby-food wasn't horrible, but it certainly wasn't anything he'd ever consider a favorite.
After the first can was empty, the Dalmatian sat it aside and smiled at the raccoon. "Better?"
Offended at Kevin's lack of response, he repeated his question, more demanding this time.
Kevin gave a small nod.
"Now the real fun begins." The Dalmatian said softly, removing his shirt, and then slowly sliding out of his pants, to reveal he wasn't wearing underwear.
Kevin was terrified at the size of the Dalmatian's fully engorged penis. It dwarfed his own by double, and the semi-swollen knot was terribly thick.
Kevin began to struggle as the Dalmatian held him still.
"Can I trust you not to bite?" The Dalmatian asked solemnly.
At first Kevin was confused, but the spotted canine made it clear by opening his own muzzle and sliding his finger in.
Kevin protested franticly, attempting to push the older male away, but that proved futile.
The knife tip met his scrotum, silencing him completely.
"Can I trust you?"
The knife tip pushed inward, stretching the tight flesh of the ball sack around it.
Whining in pain, trying desperately to avoid this mutilation, Kevin nodded furiously.
"Good."
The knife withdrew, leaving Kevin crying and shuddering at what he was going to have to do.
"Now, if you bite, I will make sure you regret every second of it - understand?"
Kevin kept crying, but managed to nod again.
The older male lifted him again, and repositioned him sitting between his legs. Holding the cock up with one paw, he said a simple command; "Lick."
Kevin began to move towards the head of the thick penis, hesitating before giving the underside a quick lick. He pulled back, coughing and gagging at what he just did.
"Now, open your mouth, and suck on my prick."
Kevin continued to sob silently as he opened his muzzle, and slowly engulfed the head of the cock before him. Suckling gently, he closed his eyes, trying to pretend this wasn't happening.
He wasn't sucking a guy off.
He wasn't.
The paw on the back of his head brought him crashing back to reality. The cock in his mouth had begun to leak, and the taste was bitter, metallic, like what he had come to associate with the taste of blood.
The paw forced him down, causing him to take more of the shaft into his muzzle than he thought he could, until he could no longer breathe through his nose, his throat effectively blocked by the leaking penis.
He gagged, and tried to pull back, but the paw held him there. Tears dripped onto the spotted fur of the canine's belly as he sighed, and let go of the boy's head.
Kevin came up, gasping for air, coughing up the precum that had collected in his throat.
"You are doing fine, keep going." The voice was calm, unemotional. It was like the Dalmatian was stating the time of day, not ordering a pre-pubescent boy to go down on him.
Kevin caught his breath, before bringing himself back down on the shaft. He began to bob his head up and down as he had heard his friends say girls did it, and licked at the cock, just trying to finish the canine off.
The gasp that ensued told him he was doing it right.
He continued bobbing his head and sucking until the pain in his back and neck had grown almost disabilitating, and his throat was sore. The male was getting close, and his breathing quickened, and suddenly, without warning, he grabbed Kevin's head, and began to thrust up off of the bed of the van, gagging the poor raccoon painfully, and he began to unload. The first shot took Kevin by surprise, and the Dalmatian pulled back, and shot his third and fourth spurts across Kevin's muzzle and forehead.
Kevin's violent, wracking sobs of humiliation were interrupted by a scream of pain as he was lifted up, and placed back in the position he had awoken in, tied to the rail.
The Dalmatian dressed, grabbed the flashlight, and exited the vehicle, shutting and locking the door behind him.
It was dark again, and Kevin soon dozed off from the combination of exhaustion and pain.