Inhumane Cognition

Still: keep in mind I am not the best writer, I don't usually write stories/text like this, but it's almost 5 thousand words so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Overall Content Warnings:

Abuse, Kidnapping, Violent Non-Con, Slurs, Violence, Degrading, Age gap, Power dynamic abuse, Death/(necrophilia), Watersports, Humiliation, School “shooting” mention
u know just general bottom of the barrel, worst things in humanity kind of stuff…

Summary:

An old homophobic fuck kidnaps himself a young little marten boy, locks him away in a bunker beneath his shed, uses him daily, all while the small marten tries to get to him in an attempt to get out of there.

Characters:

Day Zero

Kidnapping

Content Warnings:

Kidnapping(duh), Guns, Non-Con, Slur/homophobia, Age gap, Abuse, Animal death

Summary:

He only has a blurry recollection of how it happened, but after getting into the old man's car, they drove off to a place he doesn’t recognize, nor is it in a direction he had to go and after the old man pulled out a loaded gun, he knew something was off.

A gunshot rings through the cold fall air, scaring every animal in the empty dry fields. All the birds in the radius of a kilometre making their way away from the noise, leaving the trees, making their panicked flaps sound like the echo of the loud bang.

All the rustling noise of the animals and leaves doesn’t reach the young marten, standing right next to a dirty black pickup truck. His ears ringing and his vision still blurry he stands frozen in place as the bigger and older man stands behind him, holding the gun directly next to the marten waist. He feels the bristle mustache of the old horse dog mix on his neck as he breathed words in his ears with a deep rumble in his voice.

As the ringing clears out the last few words reach the martens brain

“... if you end up a casualty before I’m done with you.”

The old man, towering at least a meter over him, easily grabs the stunned young boy by his wrists, tying them together behind his back with old, dry and scratchy rope, jerking the boy from side to side. The marten is trying his best not to fall down nor to start crying with all the rough pushing around.

The old man, that we’re going to call by the initial H, takes the opportunity now that his prey is immobilized to close the door of his car with a loud bang. making loose dirt fall to the hard earthy ground.

The young marten boy’s breathing began to shake and be visible in the cold air. The boy's bright blond fur around his neck stood up straight. We’re going to call him J.

His eyes leaving the indent from the bullet on the floor, trailing over his surroundings. In front of him is a large shed, clearly meant for a lot of animals. Rusted doors, rough wood, everything toned in cold greys. His attention shifts to the small chicken coop right next to it, quite a lot of chickens in it.

That’s not it, this isn’t helpful.

His eyes started darting around, another shed, a busted looking one connected right to the chicken coop, a wall of trees right behind it, on the other side a row of single trees leading towards the street where they came from, behind it a large empty field.

His hopes started to leave him as he heard the old man rustling with his gun.

Nothing, is there nothing around? Did nobody hear that gunshot?

The hooves of the heavy man started to dig up dirt in the ground, breaking the small grass patches as he began to walk away from the pickup truck. Not loosening his grip on the rope around J’s wrists he begins to drag him mercilessly behind him. The marten starts to stumble behind, trying not to fall over his own paws so that he doesn’t literally get dragged over the dirt floor.

His eyes get one last look at the empty field, not a house in sight, only more fields and a barren small street that looks like it’s been through the years, with nobody in sight.

He turns as the shadow of the smaller shed looms over him. H’s rough big hands reached for the heavy wooden door, dirt covering up most of the shed, which looks like it’s been standing there for years. Scratches filled with dirt all over the lower parts of the wood, barely leaving any color on them.

The imprint of rusted chains and big metal hooks on the outer shed walls stays as he gets dragged into the darkness that’s inside of the shed.

Holding the door open H shoves J past him and with a quick motion of his hoof he props the door open with a small piece of wood on the floor. The floor changing to cold hard concrete underneath his paws, J feels every sharp rock and splinter as he’s being shoved around. He doesn’t get any chance to take his surroundings in this time.

They only take two or three further steps as J’s wrists suddenly get pulled above his shoulder level, making the young marten jerk forward and his snout landing hard on what he can tell is a dirty wooden surface.

Wincing in pain as the rope which holds his wrists together gets hung on a cold metal hook, the jingling of the chain leaving a slight echo in the tiny shed.

Panicked breaths leave J’s mouth and as he hears J rustling he can feel that there is something right in front of him, in the darkness.

Sparks of a lighter give a faint glow to teeth for such a small moment J thinks he’s imagining things. His eyes ripped wide open and his chest underneath his sweater trembling with each breath. Only a second later the cigarette which H lit himself lights up an old oil lamp next to J.

The teeth of a dead fox are staring right at him as they get illuminated by the dim orange glow of the lamp.

The dead eyes of the animal staring right at him makes J jump and scream out as he tries to wriggle his way out of the rope only to be met with the blunt force of a hand shoving his head more into the splintery wood underneath his face.

Not being able to look away J tried to yell and scream out more but his throat was still hurting and full of the aftertaste of being shoved onto H’s dick in the car not too long ago. His voice was barely rattling in his throat before he started to cough violently. Absolutely unbothered, H puts the cigarette in his mouth and starts to work on the fox as J gets trembles with his violent coughing.

H emotionlessly strings up the fox by its hind legs while J’s violent coughs slowly turn into wheezing. The marten’s attention was grabbed by H’s open belt that jingled with each jerked movement. He noticed his barely closed pants, that were loosely hanging by the closed button around his waist, the fly wide open leaving his sloppily tucked erection almost bursting out of his underwear. An enormous erection that was practically begging to jump out of his pants.

“Been meaning to hang this one for a while” The deep rumble of H’s voice snaps J’s attention back to the dead fox that was now being dragged by the rope off of the workbench. J being deeply disturbed by the whole situation and unable to grasp any clear thought about this whole situation was only able to question how the hell H was still so hard, because he was pretty sure he almost choked on barely swallowing an amount of cum back in the car.

As he hears the sound of the heavy hooves leaving the shed, J’s gaze wanders over the wall of tools right in front of him. Rusted saws and hammers, a drawer full of nails chaotically stored in dirty small plastic bins. Trails of blood, fresh and old, all over the now empty space of the workbench. J jerks up as he realizes his small chance but wincing at the pain of his shoulders being twisted past their capable range. Trying to wriggle around he bumps into cans on the workbench, fuck. Now he had to move quickly, he thought. He stretched himself further onto the wooden table, lifting his waist up higher to just get a single chance to move his arms into a more comfortable position to be able to move them off of the hook.

What he, of course, didn’t notice was H standing in the doorframe, watching J raising his ass in the air and wiggling it around. After hanging the fox on one of the metal hooks outside of the shed, H now takes a whiff of his cigarette and blows out a deep breath of smoke. He very slowly starts to walk back towards J, watching him intently.

Seeing J’s thin parka jackets slowly sliding up his torso to reveal those trendy slim fit bright jeans and just the tiniest amount of his bright gold fur with a brown stripe going down his back leading into his tail that is sacredly tucked between his legs, shaking and twitching in fear.

J squealed out loud as H suddenly grabbed his ass, hand perfectly between the two cheeks almost pinching his balls with his fingertips. Being too busy trying to escape he didn’t notice the mountain of an anthro suddenly standing right behind him again.

“Fuckin’ whore. What? Are you trying to beg for it now?” H grunts as he grabs J’s pants by the back button that's placed directly above the tail, and snaps it open.

“N-no-!! Stop! Don’t!” J begins to thrash around trying to kick H away, but he can never land a blow on him, he stands too close to him and his paws always slip from H’s jeans.

H puts the cigarette back in his mouth and slips his now empty hand underneath the small martens sweater, freeing his back and pushing him down further onto the workbench, making him whine out in pain. “Don’t fuckin’ lie to me you degenerate piece of shit, I know you want this.” He snaps open the back button of J’s underwear in the same quick manner, pulling everything down just far enough to free J’s asshole.

“You fuckin’ f**, you’ve just been waiting for this, huh?” H moves his hand from J’s asshole towards his dick, finally freeing his throbbing erection from his underwear, slapping it between J’s cheeks, who jerks away, straining his arms even further.

He starts to panic and yells out a loud “No!!” before he starts to mumble the word over and over again, still thrashing around. H doesn’t care. He grips onto J’s torso, digging his claws into his side, while he grabs his dick firmly to position it perfectly.

H slides the hand that was digging into J’s skin down to grab his waist tightly and pushes his thick cock into J with one quick pull. J is gasping because of the sheer force of that massive thing entering him, obviously being too big, he immediately started to scream out in pain but quickly moved to loud whines.

Chuckling H continues to degrade him while he watches tears starting to stream down J’s face. “I thought you loved this kind of shit you f** and now you’re crying like a little p***y” He sucks in another breath through the cigarette before he puts it back into his hand.

“It hurts!!” J yells out between his sobbing breaths, “Take it out!! It hurts, it hurts, stop!” His words get almost drowned in his pained tone filled with crying. He can barely get the words out as he tries further and further to get away and move more onto the dirty workbench. He’s almost completely laying on the workbench while his paws have long left the ground.

Another pull on the waist to get his dick even further into J, pulls the marten back off the workbench onto the ground. Back to screaming in pain, the strain on his voice is now clearly audible. He’s begging for H to stop and pull it out, he can feel his ass slowly being torn apart. H grunts loudly as he finishes his cigarette and presses it onto the workbench just to fully grab J’s waist. One last slow push in till it’s perfectly at the line of his knot.

As H let’s out a long drawn out sigh, J keeps loudly whimpering and screaming for him to stop. “You begged for this fuckin’ shit you homo, now shut yer whining.”

H moves his right hand to firmly grasp J tail, before he takes a good close look at him slowly pulling out. Digging his claws into J’s skin with his left hand again, right before his tip comes out, he pushes back in hard. This time he doesn’t give J much of a chance to scream as he starts remorselessly ramming into J at a completely impossible speed.

After having his dick sucked in the car and having an absolute raging boner for a while now, H doesn’t take long until he comes close. J seemingly having stopped moving and breathing altogether, has seized up, absolutely unable to breath as H is pounding his hole hard, over and over again. He only starts so make sounds again as H’s last pushes are short and quick thrusts to push his knot in completely.

J, now being almost completely pushed against the walls, lets out an unbearable scream as H’s knot pops into his whole.

Loud deep grunts cut over J’s small quivering breaths, the pulling at his waist makes him so close to hyperventilating. He can feel the hot liquid pouring into him, spreading inside of him. The grunts turn into long deep breaths as H takes a small step back, J falls back onto the workbench but H’s dick is not leaving yet.

Loosening his grip, only to reposition his hands in J’s waist, He lets out a deep rumble of a breather just before he jerks back into J. He’s not done cumming yet. J only lets out an almost audible exhale as H pushes in again and once more, less aggressive with each time, but louder and stronger grunts and grumbles. Until J feels his head being pushed onto the workbench once more.

He can still feel the hot cum slowly flowing into him as his head is almost getting crushed under H’s massive arm. It doesn’t feel like the old man is letting go anytime soon. It doesn’t even feel like his dick has anywhere near enough. Some moments filled with heavy breathing pass. Surely being close to fainting J feels the massive dick exit. Completely limp and lifeless, J hangs from the hook while H shoves his dick back into his pants, this time J can hear him buckling up as well. A small tug and his arms fall off the hook onto his back.

Being completely motionless, his small quivering breaths move the last crumbs of dirt on the workbench that haven’t latched onto his fur yet, tears soaking into the rotting wood when he feels H’s hand slide underneath his arm. As if time slowed down J watches his tears fall onto the wood as he gets pulled off, again he gets aggressively dragged somewhere. H turns him towards the right wall, still limp and with no energy in his body J almost falls into it, the rectangular hatch opening into further darkness right in front of his feet, with only the first two steps of stairs being visible.

His mind hazy, vision blurry, feeling completely numb, he doesn’t much notice where he’s getting dragged to, he only feels himself falling onto what now could only be described as heaven in the form of a mattress underneath him. Feeling his whole consciousness leak into the soft fluffy material below him, he can smell the amount of dirty stains rotting in the decades old mattress below him. But after being abused on a hard and rough wooden surface, this truly feels like a small amount of bliss.

Being left on this absolute poor excuse of what could only be meant to be a bed, with his ass hanging off the side, leaking and dripping from his pants onto the hard and cold concrete floor, J hears H leave with heavy loud footsteps.

Two loud gunshots seconds later make the adrenaline shoot back into J’s system. Jerking his head upwards towards the sound, he tugs and pulls at the rope still binding his wrists together. The pain and numbness in his hands doesn’t matter at this moment, he curses as he tries to break free, but nothing moves. Getting frustrated, he tries to roll to the side, his eyes darting through the darkness around him searching for anything that could help him, but only the faintest of lights shines through the roof hatch, not even illuminating the full set of stairs right below it.

A loud rattling from above puts him on full alert again.

The shadow of the old man blocking all the light for a moment as he steps back inside. The stairs below him creaking and shaking with every single heavy step he takes, the thunderous noise of each step making J’s whole body pound. J can barely make out the old wooden steps, let alone the rest of the room. J’s eyes watch carefully as they make out the outline of H’s back, noticing two chickens dangling from his hand, who’s bright white feathers almost glow as the light hits them.

His hooves bluntly echoing through the room as they hit the concrete floor. J’s face painted with pure despair and disbelief, trapped again. There wasn’t a single chance he could make it past that enormous mountain as he slams the chicken on a table right at the foot of the stairs. H leans onto the table, propping himself up with his arms, every muscle in his back stretching that barely fitting shirt. A moment of absolute deafening silence cuts through J’s heart as he watches the huge shoulder mass in the faint light move just so slightly with H’s breathing.

After seemingly relaxing, he turns in J’s direction and in an unconscious moment of pure panic, J falls down on the ground and tries to move as far away from him as possible, squishing himself into a corner.

Following the sound of his hooves on concrete through the darkness, he hears him walking by, stopping almost right next to him. Only the sound of H’s rough paws gliding over dampened soft wood let’s J know where he is until a loud click forces J to close his wide open eyes as the newly introduced light burns into them. J turns away, his breathing getting wavy again only being calmed by the sound of H walking away from him again. Quickly blinking J tries to open his eyes as fast as possible again. The small very warm glowing light bulb right next to him lights up the room just enough to make everything towards the stairs visible.

He takes only quick glances over the room before fixating his eyes on the old dog. He’s parallel to the stairs less than 2 meters away from them. Surrounding him are a few small cabins placed on the walls, the wall right in front of him he had trouble making out what it was, too much detail for the short amount of time, to grasp what he was seeing.

He heard the sound of metal sliding against something from the darkness that was cast by H before his hand revealed a large knife in his hand. Feeling his heart almost stop, J watches as H cuts the heads of the chicken off with a brutal force behind each swing, swatting them off the side into a metal bucket.

As he watches the heads roll into the buckets, his eyes follow the motion further down, gliding along the rusted lines on the bucket towards the floor where he noticed the red line continue in his direction on the grey concrete floor, getting thicker as they got closer ending in a big splash on the ground stopping abruptly just centimetres away from him. The realization hit, his mind filling the void with the worst pictures as he continues to watch H take the chickens apart.

J’s breathing very faintly turned into words, filled with so much fear and panic.

“...why… w-why… why are you–”

“SHUT the fuck up!”

The knife slammed down onto the thick cutting board as he yelled out these words the moment he heard J’s voice. J flinching hard he now tries to cover himself behind his knees which he pulled up against him, letting his bare ass sit on the cold concrete floor. He looks away as if he’s bracing for impact, his whole body shaking in fear.

“Shut…” H stops himself, turning the rest of the words into forced heavy breathing, sounding as if he’s trying to stop himself from yelling, gripping the knife and the table with a force that could almost break them.

He slams the knife once more into the cutting board, J flinching again but now watching H again with barely open eyes. He sees him taking a step back, loosening the knife from the wood again but not losing his grip on it as he turns towards J.

Faint wispy sounds leaving J’s mouth as he’s so very sure the last moments of his life had just began, “ I-I’m sorry, please, I didn’t mean t-to, please don’t kill me, I-I’ll behave, I’m sorry, plea–”. An intense sting on his head interrupts him as he’s getting pulled by the hair onto the bed. His body now completely frozen, breathing down to a minimum, he feels the blade of the knife between his wrists cutting the rope with one strong pull.

His arms now free, J was still completely unable to move a muscle as he still expected anything to happen to him, his imagination running wild with what could come next. Then the rough texture of a dirty towel suddenly blinds his vision.

“Clean that shit up.”

As he pulled the towel from his face, H was already walking back to continue cutting the chicken. A few moments passed before J could snap out of his absolutely perplexed state. Looking around him and only now when he saw it, he noticed that he had been sitting in a bunch of different bodily fluids, his own fresh blood staring him in the face.

Shakingly cowering on the bed he slowly slid the towel over himself to cover the brutally freed skin around his waist. The feeling of cold and wet clothes against his legs were now more noticeable. His pants were completely covered by the same liquids on the inside. The hand sliding the towel over him froze when the feeling of cold wetness continued to the front of his pants where he found small stains inside his underwear.

Absolutely disgusted with himself he tries hard not to lose himself in tears and sobbing while he slowly leans forward and shifts to kneeling in front of the bed.

A rattling from the knife sliding over the old and used cutting board turns J’s attention back to H, who he sees pointing at him now.

“That closet has enough to help yer clean that shit up, now hurry the fuck up it makes me wanna fuckin’ puke.”

A small moment of hesitation from J before H goes back tearing the chickens apart , making him jolt up and clumsily slide open the small knee high closet with his shaky hands.

Inside he finds a sortiment of more towels, wet wipes, disinfectant, bandages and the like. The towels, while looking like they had been washed and folded, were covered in reddish brown stains. All of them.

Underneath he found a few more buckets and plastic bowls.

Placing the towel he just got on the mess he left on the floor, J quietly tries to put his pants back on. The feeling of the sticky cold wetness pressing against his aching ass making him want to puke as well. The small rustling of J’s pants make the old dog's ears perk up. “For fucks sake, take that disgusting shit off already and clean the fuck up.”

J did as he was told, now starting to sob loudly while doing so. Not being able to stop shaking he quickly took off his pants and laid them down neatly next to where he’s cleaning up.

“Shut it.”

The softened tone in these words didn’t distract much from the intense silence that followed the deep grumble that was H’s voice.

The young marten, now sitting on the bed, is trying to cover himself with the biggest towel he could find while squishing himself into the farthest corner away from the old dog, but also from the stairs.

His eyes slowly shutting as he watches H work on the chickens. More and more time passes and his body feels less and less tense, as he feels his limbs get heavy the clanking of metal shocks him awake again.

Being watched carefully H opens a large metal door behind the stairs, in the darkest corner of the room. Light shining out from the large door, it was difficult from J’s perspective to see what was inside but he had guessed it probably was a fridge. As H opens the door a bit more to place a large tub inside, a paw that was far too big for a normal animal, droops out of what he now realizes is a freezer.

Having all of his fantasies about what could happen confirmed by this one paw, reality and desperation set back in. His head aching with every single pump of his heart.

After closing the door H being hidden in the darkness again, barely visible to J, picks up a bowel from the barely lit table at the foot of the stairs.

Shoulder first, still wiping his hand on a towel, H starts walking out of the dark towards J. He stops about a meter away from him, examining, what J can only guess, him and the folded towels neatly stacked in front of the bed.

He takes another step towards J, leaning knee first on the bed over the frozen marten boy who shut his eyes tightly and turns away as much as possible. He puts the bowl down next to him, setting it on the small closet next to the bed.

As the bowl moves past J’s face he catches only the smallest smell of cooked chicken.

As he takes in the smell, his face relaxes and his stomach turns with the slightest amount of hunger. His eyes and head follow the bowl and examine it intently, almost forgetting the looming presence blocking out the light, right above him. As his head slowly leans towards the bowl, J feels a cold metal tug around his neck.

H’s large paws caressing the thick metal collar that he just closed around J’s neck, barely brushing his thumb against J’s cheek. A rusty large chain rustling when H moves away and stands back up.

No words needed to be said, J clearly got the message. He isn’t going anywhere any time soon.

The nice smell of the freshly cooked chicken immediately turned sour. After he stared at the small marten to see his reaction, he turned away as J again, completely froze up and didn’t move at all. As he took the last steps through the room his deep voice rumbled through J’s veins once again.

“Don’t open the freezer if you know what’s good for you.”

Staring at the food, J takes in the last noises he’s gonna hear from H for the rest of the day.

The loud clomping steps on the dirty wooden stairs, the metal squeaking of a heavy latch that dampens all the sound of the outside world after closing, faintly, just very faintly he hears H step towards the shed door, closing it with a loud rattle and the sounds of the car almost too faint to hear as is drives away.

Quietly, J has been left in a lone shed, away from society, crying himself to sleep.