Kidnap
Longer than my last story. More disturbing too. Enjoy.
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I watched the dog leave the club, staggering a little due to his drunkenness. He looked kind of like an akita or maybe a husky. Fuck, I didn't know and I didn't care. He was male, drunk and alone. Therefore he was mine.
I followed him for a bit, hoping to get to an area where someone would be less likely to see me grab him. Luckily the mutt's need to piss overtook his need to get home and he ducked into an alleyway to relieve himself. I hung back a little, making sure he was well into it, before making my move.
My left arm wrapped around his chest, holding him in place as I covered his muzzle with the chloroform soaked rag. He put up a nice struggle, but the element of surprise combined with his intoxication left him pretty much helpless. After a minute or two his struggles died down and he began to sag in my grasp. I held him there for a bit longer, counting slowly in my head, before lowering him to the ground.
I stepped out of the alley and looked around. The streets were perfectly quiet and the van was in sight, but I decided not to risk dragging him over. Leaving him lying there in his own piss, most of which ended up on him anyway, I walked back to the van and drove it over to the alley. I lifted the mutt and carried him the short distance to the van and threw him in the back before climbing in after him and shutting the doors.
I took a roll of duct tape from my pocket and began binding him. I wound the tape around his ankles a few times, then above his knees. Turning him so he was lying on his front, I pulled his arms behind his back and taped them together horizontally, one above the other. Finally, I turned him onto his back and wrapped the tape around his muzzle. It'd hurt to take off, but that wasn't any of my concern. I wasn't particularly planning to take it off anyway.
That done, I clambered into the driver's seat and started the engine. I drove a perfectly innocuous white van, exactly the kind you wouldn't take much notice of if it drove by. It always amused me to think of stuff like this happening right under people's noses.
The drive back to where I lived took about half an hour, even given how empty the roads were. There were a number of clubs closer to my place where I could pick up guys, but, I figured, you can never be too careful. Don't get cocky, because that's when you get caught.
My mind, with little to focus on, started to wander. I started thinking about what I was going to do to the mutt. Thinking about the ways I was going to make him scream and beg and that pleading, sorrowful look that'd be in his eyes just before I killed him. I clutched the wheel more tightly and shifted in the seat in an attempt to accommodate the erection that was growing in my pants, but no matter how I moved I could still feel it rubbing against the fabric of my underwear.
About ten minutes away from my destination I heard a groan from behind me. The mutt was waking up. A smirk spread across my face as I heard his series of moans and groans as he came to terms with his predicament: first a groggy groan as he wakes up, still dazed and confused. He tries to move, but realizes his arms and legs are bound. He shouts, but there's tape holding his mouth closed. Terror sets in as he starts wriggling desperately in an attempt to free himself, shouting words that don't quite make it through the tape intact.
I listened to his futile attempts to escape for the rest of the ride home. I live in a pretty remote place. It's near the woods. Not a house but not quite a cabin either. Exactly the kind of place you convince yourself it only looks like a kidnapper would live. Maybe it was cliché, but I guess I'm just a sucker for atmosphere. Once you drag a guy from a van and he sees this kind of place he knows he's fucked.
I turned the engine off and listened to him struggle some more as I stroked my cock through my pants. I could hardly wait for what I was going to do to him, and yet I found myself unwilling to go inside just yet.
Instead, I climbed into the back with the mutt. He tried to yell something as he saw me, but I couldn't quite make it out. I stepped over and sat down on his chest, restricting his breathing and limiting his struggles.
"Hi there," I said, making sure to put on my best not quite amiable smile. He whined, ears flat against his head, and wriggled as though he was trying to sink through the floor to get away from me. Tears threatened to spill from the corners of his eyes and he was doing his best not to show it. The whole pathetic display turned me on even more.
I reached over and stroked his face, eliciting a worried yelp. He shook his head, but I kept going, ending with a scratch behind his ear.
"Good puppy." I told him in my most condescending tone of voice. He clenched his eyes shut and shook his head more vigorously this time. I chuckled and listened close to his shaky breathing. As he exhaled I pinned his nostrils closed between my fingers, and his eyes went wide as he tried to refill his lungs. He groaned and started doubling his efforts to escape, but he was held fast underneath my frame. He shook his head from side to side, but my fingers didn't release his nostrils until, when he was practically convulsing in his attempts to breathe, I let go.
He started inhaling heavily, trying to take in more air at once than his nostrils would allow. I sat there grinning at him as he caught his breath, stroking at the bulge in my pants to draw his attention to it. His eyes were drawn to it and I slowly began loosening my pants, making a show of it. He began to whine again as I reached in and pulled out my cock before starting to tease it to full hardness.
I started to rub the shaft along his muzzle and he turned his head away with a yelp. Grabbing his muzzle, I forced him to turn back and continued rubbing against him. I looked him in the eyes as I did it, savouring the tears that were brimming there. It was a pleasurable sight, but I wanted to see him cry even more, so with the hand holding his muzzle I started to dig in my claws.
He yelped again and started trying even harder to pull away, but I held on tightly and kept pushing my claws into his flesh until the tears started to flow from his eyes. Fuelled by the sight, I started to thrust more forcefully. Already my pre was dripping down onto his face and I knew that even through the pain of my claws he was aware of it. I could imagine the burning shame he was feeling right now, mixed together with fear and, judging from the occasional poking I felt against my ass, guilty arousal, and it all served to turn me on even more.
I was starting to have trouble controlling myself. God, I wanted to hurt him and make him scream and watch him cry as I fucked him so hard he'd be begging for me to hurry up and kill him just to take his mind off the pain in his ass.
But not yet.
I stopped rubbing my dick against the mutt and reached into my pocket, taking out a pen knife. His eyes went wide at the sight of it and he started screaming something that might've been 'No!', but whatever he thought I was going to do with it wasn't what I had planned. Grabbing his muzzle again, I slashed the tape holding it shut with the blade and then tore the rest off.
The mutt yelled loudly as the tape tore away some fur, but he recovered quickly and I barely had time to put the knife away before he started screaming for help. Sighing, I grabbed his muzzle and held it tightly closed. I leaned over him until my mouth was level with his ear.
"Either you shut you mouth," I growled, "Or I will break it. Understand?"
He nodded and, slowly, I eased my grip. He made no other attempts to yell; instead he just lay there, breathing shakily with an occasional sob escaping his throat. It was utterly pathetic. If his arms weren't bound behind his back I'm sure they would have been up covering his head.
I shuffled closer to the mutt's face on my knees before, not giving him any time to work out what was going on, grabbing the fur at the back of his head and forcing my cock into his mouth. He started to choke on it and did his best to pull away, but I held him there, making sure he got a good taste. A few seconds passed and the mutt started gagging like he was about to throw up, so I let him go. He fell back to the floor and turned his head away, coughing and heaving.
I started to stroke my cock as I watch him pull himself together, smearing his saliva over the tender flesh. He finished his coughing fit and lay there crying and shaking his head at this new development.
"Oh no. Please, no. Please." He started muttering and I'm wondering if there's a coherent thought left in his head.
"Yep" I say as I grab his head again and force my cock down his throat. Since the mutt was being understandably uncooperative I starting rocking my hips in hard thrusts, fucking his face aggressively. With no time to react the mutt was left choking on my shaft, struggling to breath between thrusts. His throat was starting to spasm from his desperate attempts to manage the cock being forced into it and damn if it didn't feel good.
I could feel myself nearing my climax and I was starting to lose control again. I grabbed the bitch by his ears and started pulling his mouth further down my cock until his nose was being buried in my crotch with every thrust.
He was screaming now, or trying to, at least, but I was hardly aware of it through the pleasure. I was panting with short breaths now, growling through clenched teeth, occasionally saying things like 'Good puppy' or 'That's it bitch'. He started coughing violently, likely a combination of lack of air and being so relentlessly face fucked, and I felt myself nearing the point of no return.
I wanted so badly to come in his mouth and have him choke on my sperm but, acting on impulse, at the last second I pulled him off of my cock and pushed his head onto the floor of the van. Holding him there with one hand, I leaned over the bastard's face, growling as I started to vigorously stroke myself off.
My growls reached as crescendo as I came hard, shooting my load all over his face. He screwed his eyes shut tightly as it hit him, coating his fur. I sat there panting for a moment before lifting the hand I was using to hold his head and starting to rub the come into his fur.
He whined as I touched him and began spreading the stuff over his face, mixing it with the tears that were now flowing openly from his eyes. I gathered some on my finger and pushed it into his mouth, along his tongue. Shaking his head weakly, he spoke again.
"Please... Let me go..."
"We both know I'm not going to do that." I said, malicious smile on my face. Just to accentuate the point I leaned over and ran my tongue laboriously across his face, tasting my own come on him. He tried to turn away, but there was no more room to turn his head.
He was mine.
This was going to be a fun night. For me, at least.