Ivan's End
A commissioned story for strangleddragons on FA
Ivan staggered out of his favorite bar - still glad to be back in one of his regular kicks, since his job kept him on the road so often. It was a rare treat to get shitfaced in a proper bar instead of knocking back a couple of 6-packs in his truck's cabin, and a week of relaxation in one of the cities with an active night-life was just what he needed to blow through a few months of savings.
He wandered down the familiar streets, working his way slowly towards a secluded alley to relieve his bloated bladder. Before he could even pull down his zipper, his nose picked up the alluring scent of a bitch in heat. He breathed deep, the hot lustful odour of a Doberman filling his nose and mind.
"Damn... she's nearby too. Hey sweetie!" he called out, wandering further down the alley. "It's your old love-lizard. Ivan. You on call? Got a lil' lizard for you to try out, see if you can take it all!"
Ivan turned a bend and found a pack of males Dobermans, most of them in leather jackets. The gang leader approached him, staring angrily into Ivan's eyes.
"The fuck you doin' here, delivery-boy. This is my pack's territory"
"Just lookin' for a bathroom," Ivan replied, realising the scent that lead him here was just from her marking her territory. He shuffled over to a lamp post and pulled down his fly.
"HEY! You don't get to piss here. Get lost, lard ass" one of the smaller dogs shouted.
"Wait a sec", said one of the other dogs. "You the scumbag that didn't pay my Crystal last time you was in town? I'm her pimp. You pay up now, with interest, or we'll make you pay."
"Hey, I did pay her. I let her ride a real man, something your lil' dog dick wouldn't be able to do. Tell you what, though, an ass is an ass. I'm sure if you still had that tail you'd be waggin' it. I thought you Dobers got docked to keep those holes open for a real man like me."
"Shut it, you scalie scum."
"You gonna make me? Fucking dogs ain't likely to stop a real man like me" Ivan said, not caring for the attitude from these puppies. He knew he could take any of them in a fight, even after spending hours in the bar. "Now why don't you-"
Ivan's words were cut short as a punch landed on his face. It took his brain a few seconds to respond, his face turning into a snarl as he swung a hook at the dog that struck him. The Doberman pack leader ended up flat against the wall from the force of the lizard's blow, his body slumping down as Ivan looked on smirking. Two other dogs quickly closed in on the trucker, fists ready to retaliate. Drawing on his experience asserting dominance over his trucker gang, Ivan raised his guard and started circling the two newcomers, trading blows with his latest rivals. He quickly gained the upper hand, landing some powerful jabs to one of the dogs face, knocking out a tooth or two and causing his eye to swell shut quickly.
Just as Ivan started chuckling - confident the fight was his - he fell to the ground, a heavy blow from a baseball bat to the back of his head knocking him off his feet. As the stars faded from his eyes, he struggled back off the ground.
"Fucking cheaters. Can't even fight like a man, pups?"
"You mess with our bitches, you mess with the pack, you ain't gettin' out of here, scalie."
As Ivan tried to stand again, the back of his knees were hit with another powerful swing of the bat. Ivan didn't have time to respond as the dogs began to pile on top of him, pulling his hands behind him and lashing them together with strong cord. He managed to bite down hard on one of the dogs hands, enjoying the surprised yelp of pain and the taste of blood in his mouth. An elbow drove his chin into the ground as a thick elastic band was placed around his muzzle to prevent his teeth being used again. In minutes, he was left struggling and grunting on the dirty alley floor, a pair of dogs kneeling on him to keep him in place as the rest of the pack looked on. The pack leader slowly regaining his feet and standing in front of the trucker, spitting out blood and shattered teeth from the one punch the lizard had landed.
"That's your last mistake, lizard boy. Give'em the bag, boys"
Ivan's eyes went wide as he heard the crinkling of plastic. A clear plastic bag was pulled down over his head and pulled tight below his jaws, another quick twist of cord tightening around his neck to keep it in place. His alcohol-dulled expression quickly turned to shock as he tried to breath in, only to have the plastic stick to his nostrils and deny him breath. He shook his head from side to side, trying to dislodge the bag, but the two dogs on his back kept him in place.
"Mmmf!" he pleaded, staring into the cold hard eyes of the pack leader through the clear plastic that was quickly becoming damp on the inside. This wasn't fair! This wasn't how men fight!
His body reacted instinctively, his over-full bladder releasing from fear.
"Fucker's pissed hisself. Hey, turn him over, let him get a good look at hisself"
The two dogs on his back got off and kicked Ivan over onto his back. One then grabbed the back of the lizard's neck and forced him to curl over so his face was looking at the now wet crotch of his dirty uniform pants, the dark stain spreading. Laughing, they released the struggling lizard and stood back to watch him struggle to get his hands free, struggle to breathe through the thin plastic that was cutting off his air, and please through his shut jaws for mercy. But his thrashing was in vein. All Ivan could do was pull at the rope binding his hands and trash his tail and legs around, even dragging his cheek across the ground to try and tear the fatal plastic bag off of his head - but nothing worked.
"I told you this was dog territory, lard ass. Boys, get his pants off. Bout time we teach this fag some respect.
The pack leader waited until the lizard's pants had been pulled down around his ankles before approaching the thrashing lizard. Wrestling himself onto the lizard's back, he fished out his own swollen dick and pushed the blunt head as deep as he could into Ivan's ass - causing a new strained grunt to come from the lizard's lungs.
By now, Ivan's face had taken on a blue tint and his body movements were no longer coordinated - muscles cramping and spasming on instinct as he slipped from consciousness, his eyes becoming glassy and losing focus as his toes curled one last time. The plastic deflated one last time, being sucked into his nostrils as he tried to take one last desperate breath. Ivan could no longer hear his tormenters as he choked on the stale air inside the bag, his struggles weakening as the burning in his lungs and chest building beyond his ability to cope.
The pack leader kept humping the dying lizard, his knot pushing against the lizard's asshole as he built himself to a peak. Once at the threshold, he pushed himself past the fleshy barrier and knotted the unconscious lizard.
"Yeah! Take it, BITCH! Oh... fuck that's a tight ass" the dog howled as he rode out his orgasm, thrusting slightly further inside the warm ass around his cock as streams of cum flew deep into Ivan's ass.
Sensing the lizard had finally died, the pack leader pulled out - using a foot to push his knot free form Ivan's ass. The lizard's body slumped, tail still twitching as the muscles cramped, his pupils wide in his blood-shot eyes that stared at nothing through the damp plastic covering his face.
"Anyone else want a go, go ahead. No point letting a fine ass like that go to waste."
The pack took turns, almost everyone enjoying humping themselves off inside the cooling corpse of the former trucker. By the time they were done, the sun was about to rise. The leader emptied his bladder on the lizard, aiming for the plastic bag that now stuck to the blue/black face of the dead lizard, partly wishing there was still enough life in the pathetic trucker's body to feel the humiliation of being marked. The rest of his pack followed suit, docked tails wagging as they marked their latest kill as their property, several streams of piss splashing on the dead lizard's back at the same time. They knew no one would care, not even the police, when the lizard was eventually found - stone cold and stiff, lying half-naked in a pool of piss in one of the roughest ghettos in town. This was dog territory. No place for scalies.