Foxie the kid... napped
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This commissioned story is about a dragon boy being abducted from an alley and being sexually tortured in a basement by a masked doberman whom produces illegal underground movies.This story contains: gay, bestiality, rape, anal, blood, electrical sounding, toys, trauma, torture, gore
Foxie the kid... napped.
Swaying slightly from side to side, the dark toned dragon steps outside the bar and searches his pockets for his cigarettes, mumbling to himself as he can't find them immediately. The streetlight right outside the bar's door lights his features well in the black of the night, dressed in a plain sweater and jeans he stands there as he continues to search his pockets and getting slightly aggravated. Eventually his tipsy blue eyes light up and in a triumphant roar he holds the squashed package of smokes up in the light. The dragon seems pretty young and good looking, his brown hair dancing from side to side as now the young man's quest is to find a lighter, his short black horns sticking out of his hairdo and curved backwards.
"For fuck sake..." Foxie mumbles and then tosses his package of smokes on the ground in anger, he pulls himself together and holds his forehead in the palm of his hand:"Come on dude, don't lose it over a stupid lighter, life is shitty enough already!"He picks up the cigarettes and looks at the bar door, Foxie knows he'll order another beer if he goes in to ask for a fire. Suddenly a little orange flame lights up near the entrance of the alley next to the bar, drawing the dragon's attention immediately. Since the alley is so dark he cannot see very well who it is that lights their cigarette, but in his slightly drunken haze Foxie sees no problem by just stepping towards that person to ask him to light his own smoke.
Without hesitation, Foxie steps into the darkness of the cluttered alley, walking right up to the little smoldering light. Apparently that person is sitting down, the tiny orange dot of the cigarette very low to the ground. "Hey dude, can you light my smoke?"No response comes, though the person smoking seems to turn around to face him, a soft growl audible in the darkness. Knowing that this doesn't seem right, Foxie slowly steps back but is then with brute force slammed against a dumpster, the blow originating from behind him and knocking his face into the dirty ground of the alley. The only thing Foxie is aware of is the scent of vile rotting garbage and piss... and two sets of paws tapping heavily into his direction before everything goes black in front of his eyes.
A faint tapping sound is hearable, the black dragon boy feels a terrible sting of pain shooting through his head as he grunts. He doesn't need his vision to know that he's been bound to a bed, the crusted mattress underneath him squeaking as he shifts slightly. Foxie slowly opens his eyes a little bit, a single light bulb burns right above the bed he's strapped to by hands and feet, in every corner. From what he can gather, Foxie's alone in the room for now, the scent of mold and old newspapers in the air. The tapping sound remains constant and wondering where it's coming from, the dragon tries to turn his head and see more clearly. Apparently an old fashioned record player is spinning around with the needle off the record, the spinning dish causing a constant faint tapping sound.
Pulling his strapped hands hard, Foxie starts to struggle and fight against the hard leather bands but to no avail. He obviously has been abducted, but for what reason? The only one he could think of is a psychopath wanting to play games with his mind before he would kill the defenseless tied dragon boy, Foxie's efforts to escape increase but the binds are just too strong. Starting to panic and feeling desperate, he feels tears welling up but tries to repress them like any man should. Should he call out for someone? But then the abductor would know he's awake and there... ready for the taking... or the killing. Eventually Foxie decides that if he doesn't call out, the possible killer might come check in sooner or later anyway so he starts yelling:"Help! Help me! I'm kidnapped! Help me please! Let me go!"
His voice dies slowly as he suddenly notices multiple red leds burning in the darkness of the surrounding chamber, a loud banging sound hearable close by like a heavy metal door slamming shut. So many thoughts run through the poor dragon boy's mind, Foxie still has so many things to see and do in his life, he has so many wonderful people and things to live for, even though he had always put up with the image that his life is pretty shitty. Another tear tries to force itself out of the corner of his eye, blinking it away, Foxie just whimpers as his body trembles with another loud banging sound of another door.
Eventually he hears a much lighter, wooden door sway open somewhere in front of him, the many red leds in the darkness lighting up like many angry rabid eyes of creatures ready to devour the poor unfortunate dragon, "H-hello there? Please let me go, I promise I won't go to the police, this is all a big mistake!"A faint light is cast over him as the wooden door sways open fully, a black silhouette of a rather intimidating figure standing in the door opening before the wood slams shuts and the darkness returns. Eventually a deep voice speaks out from the dark:"Do you know where you are?"Shaking his head no, Foxie is presented with another question, "Do you know who I am?"Again, the dragon shakes his head and feels another tear well up from the corner of his eye:"No man, let me go please. I promise I won't tell anyone, you don't want me!"
He hears a sound like a stool being dragged and the manly person in the dark seems to sit down on it, still completely hidden in the shadow. The tapping sound of the record player fills the silence and the many red leds keep on looking at Foxie from their stationary spots. A cigarette is lit in the darkness, trying to make out a face is futile since the man on the stool appears to be wearing a smiling carnival mask, of a humanoid face. The man with the mask takes a deep breath, making the end of his cigarette burn brighter for a couple of seconds before exhaling:"Are you aware of what this place is?""A-a basement?" Foxie answers unsure, trying to squirm out of the leather straps but they're not giving in. "More or less, do you know what those red lights are?"Foxie looks around, his brown hair in front of his eyes and his short black horns scraping against the dirty mattress:"N-no..."
The man with the mask takes another deep inhale of his smoke, apparently very patient... for the moment:"Those are camera's. I've been recording you since I've brought you here. I make underground movies for tons of cash. Do you know what kind of movies those are?"Feeling the blood drain from his face, Foxie quickly looks around but the mattress doesn't show any excessive signs of blood, still... the man could use other techniques to kill him:"S-snuff movies?"A soft chuckle is hearable in the dark, the dragon boy's heartbeat going through the roof and now letting his tears well up freely, yanking his binds and screaming:"No! No please, don't! Not me, don't kill me! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"The snap of two fingers and the words "Shut up." silence Foxie briefly, whimpering as he cringes on the dirty bed.
A few scraping sounds and a bang from the darkness, the man with the mask isn't sitting anymore, apparently he has tossed the chair aside. Finally he steps into the light, he appears to be slightly smaller in length than Foxie and quite buff. If he had to take a guess about his species, the dragon would say a canine... a doberman for that fact even. The abductor is dressed in typical unmarked sweatpants and a hooded sweater, putting his cigarette to the mouth of his very creepy smiling human mask and taking another whiff of it, it's almost out:"Give me a reason not to, boy. Pretend I'm God and you're begging for your life."
Sobbing and starting to cry, Foxie tries to keep eye contact with the mask, begging the man not to kill him, eventually saying:"... I'll do anything for you, please don't kill me."Taking the last whiff from his cigarette bud, the masked man steps closer and leans over the dragon boy's head, blowing smoke into his face before extinguishing his smoldering bud by grinding it into Foxie's arm, making the helpless boy yelp in pain at the burn,"Anything eh?"Trying to keep a more or less neutral face, the dragon boy nods, just wanting to get the hell out of this dangerous situation as he's presented with another question:"Why do you think you can do anything to change my mind? I thought you hated your life so much? And yes, I've been listening for far more times than just tonight. Whiny runt that you are, drinking booze in that bar and complaining and whining..."
Shocked, Foxie doesn't dare talk back and just cringes as he listens to the masked doberman's verbal assault,"You're the type that has money, family, friends and takes it all for granted! You don't appreciate what you have in life and just want more and more, whining about not being rich! You're a piece of shit and you don't deserve a good life like you're having now!"Tears stream quietly down the dragon boy's cheeks, now that he thinks that he faces imminent death, he feels like the masked person is right. He has many things to be thankful for and he has just been wallowing in self pity the last couple of years because he couldn't have all the stuff that he wanted to have,"I... I'm sorry..."The masked doberman stops dead in his tracks as he was slowly walking around the bed, bringing his masked face closer to Foxie's again:"Sorry won't cut it, boy. But I'm willing to consider letting you go if you're going to be a good boy during your stay here and do exactly what I tell you to do. Capiche?"
Furiously nodding, Foxie feels his heart jump as there might be hope he'll see his family and friends again, almost smiling with the tears still streaming down his face. Walking back to the wooden door in the shadow surrounding the bed, the masked doberman opens it and whistles loudly, many heavy footsteps running down what sounds to be like a staircase. Next thing the dragon boy sees is a heavy and large German Shepard Dog stepping into the light, his maw drooling and his eyes looking viciously at its prey chained to the bed. "Meet Buster, he's going to have fun with you, boy."Foxie gives the feral animal a confused look as the masked doberman closes the door again and kneels next to his pet, sticking a cigarette into the beast's mouth and lighting it.
"It... it smokes?" Foxie pulls wide eyes as the feral gsd seems to suck in air through the cigarette and exhales a cloud of smoke through its flaring nostrils,"Yup, neat trick I've taught him. Now for the fun stuff..."The doberman stands up and suddenly flips open a butterfly knife and approaches the helpless dragon on the bed, Foxie immediately screaming bloody murder as the metal of the stainless steel knife reflects the single light bulb. With the back of his other hand, the masked abductor slaps Foxie across the face, shutting him up once again:"Be a good boy, or else..."Whilst softly whining, Foxie feels the stranger tugging his clothes and cutting them open, not daring to aggravate the masked possible murderer even more. Once the helpless dragon boy lays in his underwear, the doberman asks another calm question:"Ever behaved like a fag, boy?"
Denying the accusation, Foxie just shakes his head, slightly shivering as his muscular body is exposed to all the red led cameras. With careful precision, the masked doberman traces the outline of his captive's body with the very tip of the butterfly knife, leaving a shallow red cut in the dragon's skin:"You're going to be my dog's bitch tonight, and mine... and you will like it. Or else..."Before that thought could settle in Foxie's head, both him and the abductor look at the record player as suddenly music starts to play, the feral German Shepard withdrawing his paw from the device and seemingly grinning with the half smoked cigarette in his maw. For a feral dog he sure seems to be very intelligent and mean. The record is playing old fashioned dancing music from the 40's or 50's, poorly recorded or the quality just withered with time, this all very unsettling to the dragon. The doberman turns Foxie's head to face his own masked face with the knife to the boy's chin:"Let's have some fun then. We're going to fuck you up in front of the cameras and filthy perverts with lots of cash are going to paw off watching you getting raped! Dirty whore that you are."
In one smooth move, the butterfly knife cuts one of Foxie's boxer's legs, the man ripping the fabric off and leaving the dragon's body completely naked for the cameras to zoom in on. The creepy happy music keeps playing as the masked doberman traces the entrance to Foxie's body with the knife, prying it slightly inside the slit between his legs where his penis rests in, making the dragon wince. As a punishment for his protest, the abductor swats Foxie's balls lightly with the back of his hand, making the boy howl out:"You'll only moan when I want you to, bitch!"Calling for the huge gsd, the masked doberman steps back a bit and leads the smoking feral dog by his chain collar in between Foxie's legs:"Sniff Buster, smell your bitch, boy! She's in heat, you wanna take her? This bitch is all yours, boy!"
With a deep booming bark, the cigarette bud falls out of the feral dog's maw and he sinks his teeth deeply into Foxie's tail, making the dragon boy cry out in pain which is answered with yet another swat across his testicles, tears flowing down the boy's cheeks,"Next time I'll cut your balls if you whine, cunt!"The gsd growls and keeps a firm grip on Foxie's tail, shaking it from side to side as if wanting to rip it off, showing his dominance over the new bitch before releasing it and then moving on to sniff the dragon boy's anus with deep inhales, pressing his cold wet nose into the puckering hole. This time, the poor tied up boy manages to keep still, closing his eyes and trying to picture he's somewhere else than imprisoned in this filthy dungeon. He tosses his head back and scrapes his short horns over the crusty mattress, his forehead sweating and his brown hair sticking to his skull. "That's it Buster, don't get her too wet though, it must be tight enough for you!" the masked doberman grunts lowly as he gets his handheld camera.
Unceremoniously, Foxie's abductor loosens the dragon's left leg and ties it to the same bedpost as his left arm, then repeating it for the other leg which makes that the poor boy's legs are folded back over his upper body with his tail hole on display and easy accessible. The German Shepard sniffs the pink insides of the otherwise dark skinned dragon boy and laps a few more times over it before jumping up and on top of his bitch, the dog's hip movements instantly frantic and urgent, growling and whimpering as he tries to hit the mark. The masked man kneels down onto the mattress and whilst recording the impeding rape with his handheld camera and the many other stationary cameras, the doberman reaches between the dog's legs from behind and grasps the slippery red penis to guide the pointy tip to Foxie's defenseless hole.
With a triumphant grunt and growl, the feral gsd slides his tip into Foxie's cleft and pushes through to sink halfway inside, the bound dragon boy repressing a grunt and a tear streaming down his cheek. He feels dirty and will feel dirtier with every passing minute, the horny and dangerous looking mutt grunting on top of him and drooling down onto the poor dragon's face whilst humping and rutting deeply into his scaly ass. The doberman lowers the waist of his sweatpants with one hand whilst keeping to record the beastly rutting with his other hand, moving to as many angles as possible before hooking the waistband of his pants under his black furred balls. His slimy red shaft already emerged and ready for action is throbbing obscenely, Foxie's captor giving it a few strokes before scooting over towards the double folded dragon boy's head. With a laugh, the masked doberman rubs his leaking pointy tip all over Foxie's face, which he tries to avoid and is punished by yet another swat across his face:"You'll like it, dragon bitch, or else..."Softly sobbing, Foxie faces the angry red cock again, whimpering and grunting with every push of the German Shepard's swift moving hips.
Rubbing his slick tip all over the younger boy's face, the doberman moans slightly behind his creepy smiling human mask, the image recorded by the handheld camera slightly shaking at the movements. Being double folded by having his ankles bound to the same bedposts as his wrists is pretty uncomfortable and even painful to Foxie, plus the fact that there's a long and thick feral dog's cock pounding into his rear whilst the owner is forcing his own doberman canine cock down the dragon's throat. Gobbling as best as he can and not gag or bite, Foxie tries to please his abductor, hoping that he will be allowed to go home after this tormenting humiliation. "Yeah, suck that cock, bitch. Like the taste of my pre cum, eh?" the doberman zooms in onto his own cock stuffed in the dragon boy's mouth and then starts shoving it in and out so that his knot slaps against Foxie's chin with wet squishy sounds. The masked man's black furred balls slap against Foxie's chin and the doberman rubs the dragon's throat to feel his own penis move inside of it,"Freaking hot to feel my own cock move up and down your throat, slut."
The feral dog speeds up his humping and bites Foxie's thigh hard, making the dragon scream out around the shaft in his throat giving the doberman an opportunity which he gladly uses, shoving so much down of his cock down the Foxie's throat that the knot is almost pushed inside his maw. Tears stream down poor Foxie's cheeks and his nostrils fill up with the heavy musky and manly scent of the masked doberman's crotch. His own body reacts in very confused ways to the pain and pleasure it receives, the dragon's blue penis rising and wilting as if clockwork. Eventually the feral German Shepard releases his legs and bloody marks are punctured deep in the flesh, Foxie whimpering and almost losing consciousness because of the pain and the lack of air. The doberman pulls back his cock and starts to fist it up and down rapidly, the tied down dragon boy coughing and rasping for air, blood pumping swiftly through his scaled body as his heartbeat goes through the roof:"Having fun yet, my slutty dragon toy?"
"It... it hurts..." Foxie utters, knowing that his captor won't care but he needed to say it more for his own mental state, his rear starting to go numb because of the hard pounding it is receiving and the position his legs are tied up against his upper body. The feeling of the slick red and erect dog penis would feel nice if it weren't for the brutality of the dog's movements and bites, Foxie's enflamed anus walls hugging and gripping onto the shaft in an attempt to slow it down but to no avail. The vicious feral dog grunts and suddenly plows his knot right into the dragon's poor anus, turning back and hopping off of his new bitch to stand butt to butt with Foxie, the dragon still lying on his back as his sore ass twitches violently around the thick pulsing knot:"Ngh... argh... fuck!"The masked doberman chuckles, the first swear he heard out of Foxie's mouth seems to amuse him. He stops pumping his own meat for a second and lowers his sweatpants, stepping out of the piece of clothing and now completely naked from the waist down. The masked captor makes sure to get a few hot close ups on his gsd's cock deeply knotted and tied inside his victim as it pumps seed into Foxie's ass, slowly stroking himself again:"Alright bitch, in a couple of minutes it's my turn!"
Foxie doesn't even whimper anymore, the pain and numbness from his ass overwhelming his senses and his cock strangely erect and dripping. To amuse himself, the masked doberman pulls out a little box from under the filthy bed and places it next to the unfortunate dragon boy:"Wanna know what I've got in store for you, my delicious dragon slut?"Shaking his head in denial slowly, Foxie looks at the little box and when it is opened, he can't help but be confused. Little metal rods, about 10 inches each and varying in thickness but all fairly thin, lay neatly sorted in the cushioned seat of the box, the doberman chuckles:"This is one of my favorite things to do with the likes of you, worthless piece of shit, we're going to have a lot of fun with these!"Next thing Foxie knows, the feral dog pulls away from him and with him being bound by his restraints he feels the intense burning pain of the knot trying to slip out, crying out:"Arrgh, please make him stop!"
Smirking, the doberman keeps pawing off with one hand whilst zooming his cam in on the thick knot slowly emerging from between Foxie's ass cheeks, suddenly shooting loose with a loud squishy 'pop' sound. The dog hops off the bed without deeming the bound dragon worth of one more look and steps out of the light to lick his canine penis back into its sheath. The creepy happy music stops playing for a few seconds before the needle of the record player resets and the song starts all over again, the typical old trumpet dancing music as merciless as Foxie's captor. Patiently, the half naked doberman unties his dragon toy's legs and binds them back at the bedposts at the foot end of the bed, the burning sensation only growing in the crying dragon's anus as feral watery dog seed starts spilling out onto the mattress,"Now, let's see... usually I build up from the smallest one, but since you've been such a naughty slut..."
Pulling out one of the middle metal rods with medium thickness, the masked captor sets his cam looking upwards between the spread legs of the dragon, giving the possible viewers of the film later an excellent view of Foxie's leaking red swollen anus, his ball sack and his stiff penis. Lubing up the thin metal rod, the doberman smiles sadistically behind his mask and grasps Foxie's erect pole, smearing some lube around his cock slit before sliding the tip into the virgin urethra. Foxie lets out a loud sob, pulling at his restraints a little but wincing as this only makes the process hurt more, barely able to contain his anguish he has no choice but to allow his abductor to slide the thin metal rod into his penis. Grunting and groaning in pain and the weird, slightly pleasurable, sensation of having a solid object slowly sliding down his shaft, Foxie tries to think about pleasant things whilst closing his eyes. "This is just a catheter, I've had an accident and I'm in the hospital getting a catheter by a friendly nurse, that's it!" Foxie tries to lie to himself by closing his eyes and thinking this loudly in his own mind, screaming it through his own head.
Suddenly as by lightning, a horrible and painful sensation runs through his penis all the way down to his insides at the other end of the thin metal rod lodged into his urethra, Foxie's eyes shoot open and more tears stream down his reddish swollen cheeks. The masked doberman chuckles and grins behind his smiling human mask as he touches the tip of the metal rod with two wires, hooked to a specially equipped battery he had pulled up from under the bed as well. With a turning wheel he can control the voltage so as to not burn his victim, but still inflict intense pain. Foxie feels the rage welling up inside him as his whole body twitches, twists and turns at the painful tickling waves of the metal rod spreading from inside his penis through his whole body. Yet he can only utter whimpers and pleas, else the man might kill him right on the spot:"Please, don't! Ngh... it hurts! Please stop, I'll do anything, stop it, my cock is burning! It hurts so fucking much!"
Foxie's pleas fall into deaf ears, the doberman hunching down next to the bed and naked from the waist down is furiously masturbating himself as he touches the wires of the battery to the tip of the thin metallic rod inside his victim's erect penis, the tip barely peeping out of the dragon boy's cock slit. After a couple more moments the masked half naked man withdraws the wires and turns off the battery, placing his index finger somewhere beneath Foxie's ball sack, searching up the spot between sack and anus and presses firmly. Grunting in slightly less pain, the dragon feels the metallic rod being pushed out a bit more as it slides back up his cock, the doberman now pulling it out in one smooth move. Foxie's urethra gapes open for a second before it closes again, the sensation of having it removed makes the dragon almost feel relieved inside, laying his head back onto the filthy mattress as his short horns scrape the crusted fabric. His brown hair sticks all wet against his forehead, the electrical torture had made him sweat all over his body and now he's slightly shivering in the cool basement.
The happy music continues to play as the record player keeps turning, its sound again reaching Foxie's earns now that he has a moment of rest. He probably won't be able to bear this type of music for the rest of his life in trauma. The feral dog returns from the darkness, hopping next to Foxie's chest on the bed and just sitting there as he drools onto the helpless, tortured dragon boy with a disgustful look on his face. "Time to try out a bigger one..." the masked doberman mutters and he picks up the thickest metal rod, probably an inch and a half thick if measuring around it. Bringing a tube with lube back to Foxie's urethra, he squirts a fair amount of the slick cool fluid inside and then pinches the dragon's humanoid blue cock slit shut, squeezing and massaging Foxie's penis tip between his fingers to make sure the lube is spread inside. The poor dragon can't help but feel his body is still aroused, even though his mind isn't very willing, whimpering in a high pitched, needy manner.
"Don't worry, my dirty slut, soon you'll get what you need most of all!" the doberman utters and brings the thicker end of the rod to Foxie's penis before starting the much more painful process of forcing it down into the erect cock. Pearls of sweat roll down all over the black dragon's skin, his exhausted body at this point not able anymore to fight back even if he were unrestrained, "P-please... I've learned my lesson, let me go... I don't want to die..."Ignoring Foxie's words, the masked doberman reaches for the cables again as the feral German Shepard sits next to the laying dragon and looks down, just observing. "Oh God, this is hot!" murmurs the doberman again, turning on the voltage wheel and he touches the wires to the thick metallic rod peeping out of Foxie's cock head.
The intensity of the burning pain is overwhelming, Foxie screams out, his body twitching violently in shock and his breath taken away by the electric current streaming down his intestines and longs. The dog sitting next to him on the bed growls lowly and his feral cock grows erect again, slipping out of his sheath. Foxie's short black horns puncture holes into the dirty mattress and little clouds of mold and dust are blasted into the air as his body trashes around on the mattress. The masked doberman laughs loudly and yells out in pleasure as he jerks off his angry looking red canine cock, his black furred balls bouncing up and down with every movement of his hand. As suddenly as Foxie had felt the pain start, it stops again and everything goes black in front of his eyes, the creepy happy music the only thing that keeps ringing through his head...
With a splash of very cold water, Foxie the dark skinned dragon boy splutters and opens his eyes, blinking a few times. His head feels like being drilled into by a jackhammer and he grunts, trying to move his arms and legs. Foxie's body feels so incredibly sore and exhausted all over. The dragon notices that he's been moved into another position, trying to look around whilst he shivers as the cold water runs down his body and hair. The bed is gone and instead he's tied and lays face down on a black metallic construction, it looks like a bdsm device, "Ah, seems my bitch has returned from dream land. Let's see if this short break has given you some time to recover, slut."The masked doberman, naked from the waist down still, steps into view and reaches under Foxie's belly, wriggling at the metallic thick rod still lodged in the dragon boy's penis, making Foxie whimper out again. Then his captor pulls out a tray with some objects laying on top of it, a netted bag of marbles made out of all sorts of materials, an empty wine bottle, a rubber glove and a huge horse cock shaped dildo.
"Your choice, my dragon bitch, which first?" asks the masked man with a gloating undertone to his voice, obviously enjoying his work very much, the tiny red lights in the darkness still present all around the scene as the cameras continue to record from every angle. "M-marbles..." Foxie utters in a soft voice, he has trouble breathing and the soreness of his body makes him very tired, if this continues much longer he won't care very much anymore if his captor will end his life, but hopefully it will be quick and painless. The half naked masked man walks around the device and Foxie, hunching down again as he straps the dragon's tail up and away from the abused pink anus, clear dog semen still dripping out of it and down over Foxie's ball sack. Opening the bag of marbles, the man selects a rather big metallic one and pushes it firmly into Foxie's ass. Barely feeling it, Foxie doesn't even wince, he just lays tired in the bdsm contraption and accepts what his attacker does with him.
At a steady rhythm, the doberman pushes solid wooden, metallic and glass marbles into the abused anus, squeezing and pulling Foxie's swollen balls rather harshly as he does. Then the sound of a rubber glove being snapped onto a hand echoes through the dark room, the only light bulb still above their heads and the record player somewhere in the darkness. The masked doberman applies some lube to his gloved hand and starts to push multiple fingers inside Foxie's poor anus, the abused hole not putting up much resistance as the man forms his hand into a cone form and suddenly slams it home between the dragon's butt cheeks, merely evoking a pained whimper and some more sobs. In between sobs, Foxie starts to call for his mother, his friends and everyone he took for granted up until now, like a prayer he speaks to them, asking their forgiveness and telling them that he loves them. Ignoring his victim's decent into madness, the doberman slips his entire hand inside the hotness of the dragon's hole, his fingers wriggling around as they find the marbles and jiggle them all around.
The feeling of the marbles being stirred into his anus is very odd and almost soothing as it numbs the burning pain, Foxie keeps mumbling as if talking to the people he suspects he's going to lose, even though they're not there with him. With a forceful push, the half naked doberman's fist pushes deep into Foxie's bowels, starting to stomp it quite brutally into the dragon's backside as he feels his gloved fist slide into his victim's belly cavity:"Bet you like this you dirty slut, my arm up to my elbow into your boy pussy and I can still feel it begging for more. It's slurping my arm like you're in heat. No worries, I'll plant my evil seed and babies deep inside you!"Pulling back his arm, the masked doberman stands up and crouches behind the molested dragon's rear, plunging his rigid cock quite smoothly into the stretched hole. Foxie lets out soft whimpers and grunts and eventually a pained gasp as the doberman buries his teeth into his back side, pulling at the flesh and sinking his fangs quite deeply in it, little streams of blood forming. The abductor repeats this a few times, slamming his cock in and out the abused hole as he leaves bloody bite marks all over Foxie's back, "Mmm, your flesh is so tasty, so young... perhaps I'll even cook and eat you in front of the cameras!"
The feral German Shepard dog casually walks back into the light, another cigarette persed between the lips of his muzzle and looks expectantly at his owner as he fucks Foxie's brains out. Panting and pausing for a few moments, the masked doberman reaches into the pocket of his sweater and retrieves a lighter, setting flame to the dog's cigarette as the animal sucks in the smoke. After this brief interruption, the abductor really goes to town on the defenseless tied down dragon, mauling Foxie's naked back with his claws and biting even more, ripping off patches of fur. It is only when Foxie's body threatens to make its owner lose consciousness again that the doberman stops his torture and just slams his cock in and out of the dragon's rear with squishy noises. Soft whimpers leave the exhausted Foxie's lips and everything swirls around in front of his eyes. Eventually the half naked doberman grunts deeply and hot canine seed fills the dragon boy's ass, the knot easily pulled out of the stretched sphincter after the masked man is finished impregnating his victim with his evil semen.
The masked doberman looks down at the tray and sees the horse dildo and bottle, a little disappointed he didn't get to use them. Although. The man picks up the heavy and long, bouncy fake horse cock and suddenly strikes it down onto the back of Foxie's head, the exhausted dragon boy abused beyond his limit and immediately knocked out.
A little while later, a car stops in front of the alley and the bar where Foxie was kidnapped, it's early in the morning. After the shady figure with his baseball cap deeply pulled down his face makes sure no one is present in the street, he pulls out the naked dragon boy and tosses him onto the curb. As the car drives away, it starts to rain, buckets of water literally pouring down from the sky and Foxie's unconscious abused body starts to lose its temperature. A little bit later a lady walking her dog practically trips over Foxie's bare body, screaming as she notices the naked boy is bound and wounded badly, calling the cops and the ambulance on her cellphone. Foxie gets covered with a warm blanked, loaded onto a cart and lifted into the ambulance, he hears the faint voice of a man whom appears to be a policeman,"... just horrible, what are your first findings, nurse?"
A couple of hands run up and down Foxie's body as his eyes are still shut and he's unable to show any sign of life, "At first inspection there appears to be an object inserted into the patient's urethra, also lots of bite and claw wounds and clearly he's been sodomized. Sexual assault, an object is tied into place in his anus, detective, it appears to be a... an empty wine bottle...""Bastards, this boy must have been down to hell and back, do you think he can become conscious for questioning any time soon, nurse?" the other voice asks, at which the male nurse responds:"Highly unlikely, detective, the patient's condition is our primary concern but we'll do what we can."The detective mumbles and the scratching of pen on paper is hearable, the nurse also reporting the jiggling sounds when they loaded Foxie onto the cart and into the ambulance, probably ingestion or insertion of many little solid objects.
Forcing his body, Foxie manages to open his eyelids just the tiniest bit and immediately freezes as he sees the face of the nurse hovering over his, the doberman's mouth curls into a wicked smile under his medical mouth mask and his eyes twinkle an evil glint as he pushes a breathing mask over Foxie's mouth:"It's in the patient's best interest to just sleep now..."And with that he turns open the oxygen tank, the gas flowing into the dragon boy's nostrils mixed with a painkilling agent which makes Foxie drowsy and slide back into darkness...