Bitter differences
#6 of Not ready yet!
I just found out Dwight makes a cool protagonist!
This would pass the same night as "Wrong call and family time."
I was tired you that day know? I always am, every day I try to exhaust myself so at the end of the day I would just crawl into bed and sleep the night away, hopefully uninterrupted. I do so, to avoid what I'm doing right now... but here you have me, reading and oddly wanting to share the manures and disgraces of a life time. I just hope Alphonse never reads what I'm about to let out.
This wasn't just an isolated alley in the rundown block, this wasn't just a dirty seeding patch of gray concrete hidden beside a stinky thrash dumpster, the place spoke of decadence and filthiness and sinfulness. But still it felt somewhat safe, safe for whatever the Rottweiler wanted to do, safe for whatever he wanted to take.
The stench of putrefaction and dirt assaulted their nostrils, as two bodies made their way, one forcing the other and stumbling over garbage cans and cardboard boxes. With a harsh push the bigger dog sent his smaller counterpart against the cold concrete, forcing him to brace against the wall. Not missing a second the canine got to his knees, glaring hatefully and hurtfully into the hyena's glancing brown orbs. The black dog snarled and growled at any movements that weren't a small shake or a tremble, intimidating the smaller fur into submission, and allowing himself to unbuckle the hyena's old and beaten leather belt, one that the he forced him to wear. Dwight, the hyena, was going commando, just like the dog liked, just like he asked. With a youthful rumble the Rottweiler slowly he began to lap at the exposed member, dangling flaccidly between the gray furred tights, starching at times the surrounding dark pubic fur, pulling and sometimes sucking on it.
The hyena looked scared... but who cared, Kennan licked over the inviting meat and swaying balls trying to hold back but slowly giving into his uncontrollable eagerness, savoring each inch of the salty prick, taking deep whiffs of the developing groin in front of him. Black, strong paws diligently found themselves scratching and pinching under the dirty t-shirt covering the gray and black spotted torso, they raked and groped, feeling the now scare baby fat on the trembling boy. A whimper escaped the pined hyena as stained yellowish fangs nibbled over his sensitive scrota, and made him jump. Kennan growled; with both his beefy paws over Dwight's hips, he pushed the little bastard against the hard concrete.
Again the dog glared at him... warningly. "Get it up or I'll chomp it off!"
Dwight whined feeling his balls cupped, this wasn't the first time neither wouldn't be the last. So he just casted out his inner fears and concentrated in the feeling, just in the moistened slithering tongue bathing his exposed privates. On how it took his meant into the warm humid muzzle he'd know so much of, just like before he started panting over the feeling, the wrongness and the excitement, Dwight let out his first moan of the evening when Kennan began to rub his cock's underside, suckling on it and cupping the swelling organ as it grew in length and girth. The Rottweiler let his paws wander over the silk like gray furs, the bastard bathed in the school surely, he slowly revealed those fleshy orbs, feeling its curves with careful fingerpads, spreading them and teasing them, trying to relax the numbed hyena, trying to have Dwight yield in the same pleasure he was getting. Increasing his suckling, the dog then curled his lips over his fangs and clamped them over the cock's base, eliciting a loud groan and gaining his first taste of pre.
Immediately Kennan dug his claws over the hyena's meaty buttocks, and growle into the intruding phallus, many a times did the dog tell him that he wanted things quiet: no crying, no howling, nothing loud, he knew the rules. Slowly the dog resumed his ministrations, carefully coating the red member with its own pre and his salivation, taste the bittersweet flavor and indulging on the electric feelings that got his docked tail to move wildly. He bobbed his head, breathing heavily and audibly, watching the hyena's face going first from scare, to pleased, and then to ache in need.
"Nghhh...!"
Lightly at first, the dog began to nimble on the length, scratching over it so that Dwight's pleasure wasn't absolute, to remind him he was the master even if was sucking on his dick, even if he only sucked on his dick. But he kept the back and forward movement, Dwight moaned and lightly pushed forward to meet the to meet the bobbing warm muzzle, using his tongue to open his piss slit and then slide over the downside of the length... one, two and three more times he did before increasing the pace.
Kennan groaned in appreciation when his hyena finally began to buck up, meeting his muzzle with a small thrust and a small grunt or moan for each, making his erection reach deeper into the dog's hot maw and rub its head into farther reaches. Feeling himself rewarded and approved by his prey, Kennan wanted more, he felt Dwight wanted more... so the Rottweiler increased the potency of his own thrust and began to moan himself. Ignoring his own bulging need, he dived into the bushy pelvis and again and again, and stayed there and moving his head up and down, then left to right and circling his tongue all over the large phallus.
"Shh-shit..."
Soon the hyena began to greedily hump and thrust into Kennan's slick muzzle, placing a hand over the dog's head he began to feel himself throb... he began to give into the pleasure, ignoring that he was being forced or that he feared the dog doing this to him. Kennan's tail batted once and stopped, it was no longer his movements what kept his head thrusting but the gripped paw, albeit, slowly and gently but it kept a pace. He swallowed, a churning sensation built inside his stomach warming his belly and groins, making him pre like a hose now that he finally had the hyena cooperating with him. He allowed this to happen.
Dwight unconsciously took control and rammed his dick into his assailant maw. This will be over soon. He chanted inside his head, a mantra he learned after two months of manhandling. With eyes shut he thrust in and out with frenetic might, trying this time to gain from what he's been beaten for, if not complying.
"Nuggh..."
This will be over soon. He already felt his balls pulling closed to his body, ready to release their load into the hungry mouth taking good care of his dick. Soon the kneeling dog would leave with a mouthful of cum and tented pants, gulping the salty seed and licking his lips to get lost in the dark alleys till the next time I had to see his face again, maybe a few hours later, maybe tomorrow... but he wished it could be never again. This will be over soon. Dwight kept pumping into a now vacuum like tunnel, he felt the sucking and the wet walls squirming around his cock, sending him to heaven and above. His feral instincts dictated now, he pulled hard on the black dogs headfur, forcing him to eat his mast and gag on it. Still in a heathen blaze, he impaled the Rottweiler now using the very wall he was pinned against as his leverage and support.
This will be over soon. Dwight bit on his own lips and muzzled a loud groan as he felt his cock throb violently, his muscles tensed and his hips pumped without really moving. Jet after jet of cum were directly deposited into the back and throat of the kneeled dog.
Spent, tired, breathless. Dwight braced himself again against the dirty wall, again his lungs filled themselves with filthy air, now polluted with the smell of his own seed. But the dog keep sucking on him, he nursed half his length now, sucking out what remaining cum he could have.
Dwight thought this was about to end, soon the dog would just stand up, maybe pat him on the shoulder and move on. And there he was. Leaving his saliva coated spent dick, he breathed heavily but looked calm, he always did after this. Dwight quickly pulled his pants up and started to move away. It's over. He thought. It's over.
"Where do you think you're going, you little cunt hole?"
But it wasn't over. Still panting the burly canine placed a paw over Dwight's shoulder and forced him against the wall. The dog hissed thought his teeth, his muzzle coated and dripping of cum and pre. Dwight stared in terror as the dog quickly elbowed him in the stomach, making him arch forward.
"I bet you're saying you can facefuck me and just walk away, eh?"
Using all his strength, the black dog turned his victim and shoved his face against the wall. "No, not this time." He said pressing Dwight muzzle and yanking his pants down. "You fuck with me, I fuck with you." He said quoting... quoting... "You broke the rule, now you pay for it..."
Without any warning nor mercy the dog claimed Dwight's virgin taint. He simply spread one flesh orb and shoved his cock in. They hyena immediately yowled in pain, but it was muffled by the paw still locking his muzzle close. His inexperience was obvious when he couldn't even find the right position, his thrust only hit his... his cheeks but after his first ten thrust his battering cockhead went directly under Dwight's tail and rocked and rammed, trying insistently to break him apart, it felt like a fist tearing him apart. The hyena struggled trying to stop the intruding body from trespassing but only accomplished to receive a savage bite on his neck.
"Fuck..."
The dog cursed once the hyena stopped struggling, he was crying now... Kennan stopped for a moment sizing the problem, ignoring the pleading whimpers. And he tried again, this time slowly guiding his cock with one free paw into the clenching hole.
"Don't make it harder than it has to be pup." Kennan said; again quoting mutters from his head. "Just open or you'll pass the night in a hospital."
Dwight instead of following instruction just keep clenching and pushing back, only to be forced back and made his eyes shut when the pressure at his backside began to rise to a burning ache, worst than an indian burn on his wrist, worst than a burning wound. The cock head finally spread him enough to gain entry and slither in with just its natural lube as help.
Keenan growled right to his ear, hungrily and demanding... "It's no use... just give in."
The hyena coughed as more of his innards moved and incommoded for the think intruder. He felt himself start to cry when his own body spasmed and allowed more his tailhole to be invaded. He bit his lower lip in hopes to distract himself from the pain in his backside. His taint felt like it was going to tear, making him whimper into the muffling paw over his snout.
"Ffff-ffuck..."
Dwight felt the dog's hot breath over his nape and shuddered, again his hole opened and clenched involuntarily, sucking more of that cock deeper inside of himself, he nearly collapsed as he felt his backside swallow and for the first time find pleasure in it, pain and pleasure mixed leaving him dazed and numbed to what he felt before. But still the dog kept on, not bucking nor thrusting but just pushing himself deeper and deeper, slowly only because the tightness wouldn't allow otherwise. Now with the hyena shuddering in a pleasure he'd known very well, Kennan placed his heavy paws over his captive's relatively smaller shoulders to make sure the canid wouldn't move nor go anywhere.
Dwight couldn't place himself anywhere or any-when, his mind was a cloud of pleasured pain, despite the contradictory feelings and desire to escape he knew somewhere in the future he'd see himself like this, and having Kennan inside him, felt oddly satisfying. Even when the pressure came to a stop and he could feel that bulbous meaty know he didn't move. He just stopped crying. And he stopped to breath and braced himself when he felt the cock slowly slid out of him.
Inch by inch, the throbbing member brushed the inner walls, sending chills down the hyena's spine, it was painful just bearable to some level. Steadily and just as slow Kennan began to sink back in, feel the hyena yield to his will, he bucked up a bit and made the pinned made jump and gasp.
"Doesn't feel so bad as time passes, yeah?" The dog said bucking and making his cock throb inside. "You can thank Albert for what I know about this."
The canine increased his movement and began to hump steadily, taking just a few inches before lightly pushing back in again, his teen cock producing little pre to avoid the friction and inertia. "It starts to get better, Dwight." His black paws gripped harsher, his stained teeth bared and his tail stayed still. "You'll see."
Dwight almost passed out from the pain, sobbing and wincing over his jammed hips. But just like the dog promised something stirring began to crawl up his numbed mind. Making the rod inside him feel almost inexistent for a second, making him feel just oddly full and shortening his breath, making his insides churn with an unknown heat as his abdomen moved accordly with Kennan's speeding thurst.
"It's starting... yeah?" The dog's paws lightened the grip as he leaned over the hyena's broad back. Slowly but steadily the canine increased his pace, thrusting in and out with an expertise that surprised him, it came to the point where he could shove his shaft like a piston, deepening, and trying to get even futher in.
"Fuck..."
Kennan grinned devilishly when the hyena cursed, silently wondering how he felt the intrusion, if he'd see the lights and stars when lurching forward each time his knot member would kiss his stretched entrance, if he'd feel himself tremble now with anticipation after each pulling out. The dog steadied the hyena's body with a paw now that all the signals were told, he felt those developing muscles on the hyena's chest and raked on the skin and fur. Kennan began to change the pace, drawing his shaft fully before diving back inside.
"Aaahhmmf..."
Again the hyena yielded to what was told, he muffled his own cry of pain, but Kennan knew it was a risk to try it again, he went back to thrust just a few inches and increase the wet sounds of the slickened cock up the boy's ass.
Dwight began to bob his body back against the dog's, feeling the ramming pole with painful, but dizzying glee, he felt the plundering of his ass and almost welcomed it, he clutched mindlessly when each thrust send his cock to shot pre between his legs. None of them now minded about the noise, the moans or the howling, they both heaved and gasped for air, each finding themselves breathless at times. Suddenly, the dogs thrusting became hard, erratic, jabbing at the hyena's backside, forcing not only his body forward but even the air from his lungs. Kennan mumbled intelligibly into the hyena's ear, knowing what was coming he squeezed his dangling abandoned member, hard, and with all his might he battered at the abused hole, spreading it even wider with one obvious purpose. He trusted and the hyena moaned, he growled and the hyena pushed backwards. Changing a bit his position he used his weight to increase the strength and finally with a long, loud howling that deafened a loud growl from Dwight's, Kennan felt his knot gain entrance and his shaft immediately spasm over the ever clenching walls of the hyena's tunnel, for an instant and before beginning to throb heavily, and the sensation of weight growing in his backside, a tiny shifting of the intruder to the side feeling more slick than before as warm seed filled his now willing ass.
Both male were spent, both holding themselves on shaky legs. The smell of semen now reached each of their sensitive nose, telling them what happened, what wrongness they committed. Dwight wanted to say something, anything, but couldn't even form a coherent thought, he simply stayed there hands propelling him and pressing him against the dog's chest and his knot buried inside him.
Then...
Then...
Then I stared blankly into the laptop's fourteen inches screen. It's been days, I think I could start to call them weeks since I wrote that story, I read it again and again never being able to end it properly... not how I'd like it to end. I simply stared at the blinking cursor as it mocked my inability to keep going... to imprint how it the first time I was... "taken" and how I actually enjoyed it, or how much it hurt to know I could stop it but allowed, but most of all how I couldn't define how to end the story... I could describe the pleasure and the lust and the sensations. It was sex, plain and simple but... I mean, how could I imprint with words what I felt when Kennan cried on my shoulder telling me his reasons, and how I felt when I heard him almost burp when he telling me who did the same to him... and the close this person was to me, and how he left that forcing himself on me felt like taking part of what was stolen and how much he wanted us to be just friends, and if possible maybe more.
I could only say we cried like the fifteen and fourteen year old kids we were, but other than that I was blank, the words never came...
I felt my lungs emptying along with any doubt that should things go right for him and for me, we would never found ourselves in that position. Crying and dying inside...
*CRAAAASH!*
"What the hell?"
I jumped out my seat, almost throwing Alphonse's laptop to the ground. There was a discussion going on downstairs, I could hear two familiar voices already yelling at each other.
"And you think I knew any of it?!" I rushed... that was Ericka's voice. Mom's voice. "How on earth would I know he'd appear like this?!"
"He's your fucking problem!" I stopped dead on my tracks... that voice, was it that... "You're little faggot appeared out of nowhere and tried to shot me!"
Albert!
I rushed down, no, jumped down the stairs down to meet the disgraced bastard. I stomped my way into the living room, trying to have him know I was getting closer... until I finally met his eyes.
He looked thinner then I remembered, his jersey and jeans may have looked clean but he still reeked of dirt, his gray fur looked thinning and once black spots blended away with the rest of his fur.
"You have a restraining order." I snarled out. "GET THE FUCK OUT!"
Silence, I never liked silence... I was starting to get nervous, I wanted to cry, I wanted to plead, I wanted to run away... I wanted to piss myself, but I stayed there, strong for those I still could.
"Dwight, don't get involved..."
But still she refused to acknowledge I could stand my ground too.
"Back off mom, this is my problem too and you know it." Ericka's changes weren't as obvious, her aging was normal... her black and tan pelt still kept their shine and remained in place, even her hair was still as golden as ever, I knew that for sure. Only that scar going down her chest... "Get out Albert. We'll speak outside."
He grumbled.
"Whatever... serves me well."
No, it didn't. With me it would be harder to pick up a fight. I followed him as the older hyena made his way out of the house, but a lithe paw stopped me.
"Don't worry. If he tries something I'll manage better." I told her calm... trying to be calm. "Keep an eye on me from the window, if you see anything bad just call the police, do not get out of the house."
She nodded.
I walked out of the two story house, it used to be Albert's... heh, karma's a bitch, but you can't be sure when she plays for you. The old hyena waited for me at the sidewalk, standing with both his fist on each side of his hips... years ago when still in his prime that would've been intimidating, now it was just silly and depressing.
"Ha... and since when you call that bitch your mom?"
But what he didn't lose, it seemed, was his poisonous tongue, still he though blood relations dictated who I called what, or whom I chose to love. I shook my head... trembling. I still feared him, even knowing I could take him down, I trained myself for that, I did all I did just to be able to defend myself and others from him.
"She earned that place." But I still feared. "Unlike you, dad."
"Well she better take care of her bastard. Damn faggot tried to kill me." He was talking about Kennan... how could he even refer to him like that... "You're lucky I came here first and not directly to..."
"Didn't you deserve that?" I cut in.
"Don't you start with that, I know he's been fucking you." But he still had things to spat at me. "Oh? Didn't you know he told me that?"
"I take he did when you were fucking him. Well I'll have you know he fucked me better than you could've ever do to him."
Luckily we had the same bullets. He remained silent looking at me through narrowed eyes. He knew better than sitting out anything else, what he did to us and what Ken did to me was a secret kept even from mom... whatever went through Albert's head then, I didn't want to know. I wanted him out... out of our lives.
He threw a piece of paper to the ground.
"Go die in a gutter."
As he went away I felt relieved, it was like surviving a crash car just by an inch of being hit. I felt my face regain some of the blood flood and start to warm up a bit... then I stared at the paper, it looked like someone had written on it, and when I picked it up and read... I couldn't help but smile.
This time it'd be different.
"Mom needs to hear this... Kennan's willing to come home."
