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 One

He need some MilkWater

Content Warnings:

Watersports, Blood, Degrading, Non-Con, (again: Slurs/Homophobia, Violence, Abuse etc)

Summary:

H forgot to put out a little water bowl, now J is dehydrated. But since H is mad about something else, he has another idea of “giving him some water”. :)

Waking up was slow and painful, his eyes stinging and refusing to open at first after he’s been crying so much, every muscle of his body aching in exhaustion because he’s been so incredibly tense. A quiet rumble had woken him up. Very slowly he managed to prop himself up with his arms, his head feeling dizzy making it hard for him to move much. His ears twitch as a rattling from outside catches his attention. Wanting to sit up straight he suddenly felt an intense sting in his butt and fell back onto the bed. Looking at himself, his knees close to his chest, he had managed to get his pants back on. At least without his underwear, without that dirtied wet piece of clothing that was probably dry by now. He wasn’t able to sit there for long, half naked, after H had left.

The hatch hissed open after a loud clunk, startling the ever loving fuck out of J, who immediately jumped straight up. His head started to swirl, watching H start walking down the steps his vision started to blur, even the loud steps were drowned out by sudden ringing in his ears and as his vision turned white H watched him collapse back onto the bed.
Feeling the dryness of his throat and his head pumping, J tried his best to get his voice out. “please… I need… water…” he wheezed softly. Not knowing how much time had passed, if it had been a day or even longer, all he knew was that he didn’t have any water since before he stepped into the car.

The fear of H only being slightly subdued by his strong dehydration, he tries to reach out towards him, not being able to even try to make eye contact, his arms just slightly moving towards H on the bed.
Looking at the ceiling, J blinked in confusion, his head swirling as the pain of H roughly grabbing his arms finally hit. H moved him with such speed and force that he could barely keep up, his head so dizzy that it was starting to hurt. The old dog shoved his knee over J into the bed, pinning J’s arm down into the bed with his legs. Placing his crotch right in front of J’s muzzle.
“Yer ungrateful lil’ bastard.” He cursed as he rustled his belt open “Yer want somethin’ tah drink?”

J now being completely unable to move due to him being completely exhausted and pinned down to the bed with only his legs hanging freely from the bed. Startled by the noise of H’s claws scraping against his teeth, tasting the salty dirty thumb that’s being pressed between his jaws, he felt the rest of his hand securely reaching around the side of his head holding it securely in place.
He was close to gagging as the old dog pulled down his underwear and freed his flaccid dick from his sheath.

Slowly J’s vision gets less blurry and the image of H about to shove his dick into his mouth becomes clear. Imposingly, he sat on top of him, the light sitting right behind him making H cast a huge shadow on J and almost only a silhouette of him being visible. The outline of his other hand placed around his dick, which is pointing directly to his face, he could already see the slimy texture and drips of unknown liquid about to drop into his mouth.
He tried to shake, move around, move any muscle, anything, but his weak body didn’t even manage a sound as he was almost being gagged by the thick thumb in his mouth.

H forces the martens mouth open further, rushing his dick into it, the tongue twitching and accidentally gliding over him as J tries to jerk away from it.
“I’ll give ya’ somethin’ to drink, yer fuckin’ f**.”
J tastes the saltiness of his dick all while taking in the heavy smell of sweat with every breath, which was soon to be interrupted. Surely he wasn’t– J’s thoughts get interrupted quickly as a few drops of liquid actually drip down his throat making him cough immediately. His head getting grabbed even tighter, he could feel the claw of H’s thumb pressing into the inside of his mouth. Quickly following after the first drops, liquid started to trickle down the roof of his mouth into his throat. Not totally unprepared, as J could guess what he was going to do, his last breath got interrupted and now J quickly had to deal with the liquid pouring into his mouth so he wouldn’t be immediately drowning in the old dog's piss.

As the stream started slow and J was choking on the liquid, H felt the martens tongue twitch and press against his dick over and over again. Watching J carefully as he tried to take in everything H was giving him, the old dog slowly and subconsciously started to move the hand holding his dick. J’s mouth wide open, his face screaming pure agony and struggle, while his throat twitched and jerked as he almost gargled down the piss streaming out into J’s mouth. Still struggling and coughing H warned him to “Not make a fuckin’ mess now”.
The stream stopping just so slightly when J pressed his tongue against the still flaccid penis in his mouth helped him just for a moment to get into a rhythm of swallowing the liquid that was already dripping out of his mouth.

Getting all over his mouth the taste and smell started to slowly overwhelm the small marten boy. Absolutely disgusted with all of it he tried hard to suppress his want to vomit on the spot. His stomach turned and churned with the thought of what liquid was currently entering it. He had to shift his whole concentration onto swallowing as the old man sighed loudly and relaxed his muscles, making the stream of liquid so much thicker and faster than J was able to swallow.
Hating every single sensation of the hot, nastly liquid in his mouth, on his teeth, under his tongue, in his cheeks, flowing down his throat with each big chug that he tried to make, j started to gulp down the liquid as best he could. Just as he felt the life in his body slowly returning with each hated drop of liquid he started to feel H’s tip bouncing against the top of his roof. That wasn’t there a second ago.

“Fuckin’ disgustin’ toilet hole is what ye are.”
Feeling his head being picked up and moved even further into H’s crotch, his nose was smushed against the wet sheath, now J was literally breathing in H’s sweat.
“yer probably love this kind of shit, huh?” He spat on J as he pushed his steadily growing cock into J’s throat, the tip slowly reaching the back of his throat, now pissing directly into his throat.
“Who cares if a sick homo like you would fuckin’ choke right here and now.”
Laser focused on not choking to death, J couldn’t pay any less attention to the grumbling voice degrading him at that point. His whole body tense, clawing onto the mountain that was sitting right on top of him, he felt the piss still going strong as it streamed down his throat. He started to swell up, the skin under his fur around his face turning a bright red as he felt the urgency to breathe again, he couldn’t last like this any longer, he needed to breathe or he’d pass out.

Faintly he could hear the deep grunts escaping H’s throat as he pushed the martens head further onto him. The nose pressing into his stomach crease and his thick cock being pushed far beyond the limits into J’s throat. The stream of piss slowly stopped as H was now fully erect in his mouth. He started to very faintly move his hips giving J the smallest chance of getting some air as he pulled out a little further. Taking the small chances J can get to take the smallest breathers, he doesn’t care if he breathes in drops of sweat from H’s stomach fold. Grumbling even louder as J started to voluntarily push and wriggle his tongue against the dick in his mouth in hopes to get it over with faster. Not noticing he had entered a trance of excitement H finally took his thumb out of J’s mouth leaving only a small second of relief for J as he now grabbed his head by the hair and violently shoved it against him. Making J glad he took the chance that he had to breathe, H now fully thrusting his dick down J’s throat. J felt the rim of the tip and the small ring around H’s cock, even the texture of veins swelling, move up and down his throat, absolutely tearing it apart.

“Fuck…” He breathes as he fucks J’s face into the bed, now holding his head steady and thrusting heavily into him. Feeling his vision slowly white out again, he feels H stop deeply inside his throat “Drink up you fa****”. Once again liquid shoots down his throat, this time J is not able to swallow it as well as he did the other liquid.
He breathes heavily as he loosens his grip completely. “Yer still seem thirsty…”. He pulls out of his mouth and J grasps and coughs as air is finally entering his lungs again. Feeling his body freed again he reflexingly turns to the side to not breathe in more liquid and maybe even cough it out and get some more air as he desperately needs it.

His body gets turned over completely as H easily picks up his whole body by the rim of his jeans. He falls back onto the bed and immediately feels a tight grip on his ass, getting his jeans pulled down again with one strong tug. He grasps onto both of J’s bright furred and squishy asscheeks, splitting them apart with his thumbs and sliding his dick between them. J tried to instantly protest as he felt his ass being torn back open by those thick thumbs, but as he tried to speak up his throat was so sore that he could barely let out a single squeak.
“Don’t… It’s sti–” H tugs at him, pulling him closer
“I’m given yer some more.” His eyes are not leaving the red slightly swollen hole as he speaks. Spreading the asscheeks more with his thumbs, pulling the hole open, H pushes inside quickly paying no mind to the small resistance it gives him.
He thrusts in completely making J want to scream out in pain, but only the sounds of weird distorted breaths are leaving him. He wants to beg him to stop, his mouth forming the words but his voice not coming out. He grasps onto the mattress head shooting upwards, trying to pull himself away as far as possible.

H pauses and relishes in the feeling of the tight hole clasping onto his dick. Another deep growl leaving his throat as he pushes his whole weight against J and onto the bed, squeezing the young marten in between.
He can feel the thick cock inside him twitch and swell up even more in the small moment before H started to absolutely pummel him into the mattress. Thrusting hard and violently, digging his claws into J’s cheeks, grunting even more loudly. J holds his breath again as the intense pain is rushing through him. His body is so overwhelmed with sensations and pain that his head is going completely blank, wobbling back and forth with each hard thrust against him.

As quickly as H rushed in he pulled out again. The feeling of relief surging over J’s lower half of the body, he felt claws dig into his scalp and grab onto his hair and his head was pulled back towards H, who was turning him over with a quick pull of the arm again. Landing on his back again, he was barely laying on the bed anymore with most of his body dangling off the side. His head was sloppily shoved back onto H’s throbbing dick, now with an entirely different taste to it. Thrusting into his mouth, feeling the tip of the cock at the familiar spot at the back of his throat again, his cum started shooting into his throat once more as H violently stroked over his own knot.
A deeper than usual grumble massaging the back of J head as it leaves H’s chest. Pulling the marten back up by his hair, the dick leaves his mouth again, the last drops of cum falling onto his tongue. He gets thrown back onto the bed, almost the same position as before, his rear end facing H just over the edge of the bed.

He feels the hands grabbing his ass again, this time J throws a hand back in H’s direction as if to stop him from entering “stop…” he faintly wheezes “...or I’m gonna…”.
As if he didn’t hear him, H gets back to grabbing both cheeks but he stops at the sudden sight of blood. H examines the scene, his gaze wandering from the begging young marten having turned towards him, his expression riddles with exhaustion and fear for his life, down towards the tight hole underneath the light brown tail, trembling with fear, almost hiding the absolute mess surrounding the hole. Blood smeared all over the bright rear fur, flowing out of the red swollen hole, over his taint and dripping from his balls into J’s skinny jeans.
Mesmerized by the view, H feels around J’s ass, J exhales small pleas as he notices his hesitation. Resting his dick near the hole, he glides his thumb over the small stream of blood, which seemed much darker and thicker than it should be.

As if in a daze H examines the blood further by bringing it up to his muzzle, the rough mustache hair almost touching it as he takes a light sniff of it before he licks it off his thumb. His tongue very slowly glides over his textured paw pad and as the taste of the thick sludge hits his brain, he seems to break out of his daze. In the meantime J had been trying to catch his breath, feeling another hot liquid next to his blood pouring over his ass, right where H’s dick meets his ass. The thickly swollen dick throbbing as precum leaked out over J’ ass washing little amounts of blood away as it flowed over the smeared cheeks. Sudden quick motion makes J brace for impact again. H wiping his thumb on the already dirty cheeks before he grabbed back onto them. Hard as a rock and ready to cum again, H pushes back into the torn hole, this time his grunts sound more and more like moaning. He pushes back in deep, deeper than before. He shouts and curses as he thrusts in hard.

J had started to bite hard into the mattress, he’s been ready to die for a while now. Make the pain stop, make all of this stop any way possible, just make it stop, let him pass out, but his body refused to do so. The bits of his own voice that were able to come out suddenly shifted in pitch, to his own surprise he started to moan as well as he felt a sudden rush of feelings from his G spot being hit in just the right angle. Oh no. If he didn’t already want to die before, now was the time where he absolutely couldn’t handle it anymore. The pulsing and throbbing from his own dick started to mix with the pain into something he had never experienced before. Not long before he cums himself. He didn’t want to. Anything but this. But this mixture of pain and pleasure in his already fogged and exhausted brain didn’t allow his attention to shift. H still thrusting in fast and hard, J whimpers loudly and let’s out a loud yelp as he cums.

The orgasm sends spasms through his whole body and as H slams his knot into him, his ass tightens fastly. So tightly that when H kept thrusting he couldn’t pull out for even an inch. He squeezes H so tightly that when he leans more into him, he doesn’t let out his usual growls but a loud satisfying moan. Placing one of his paws on J’s back he pushes him onto the bed as he leans more onto it, pressing J’s ass further onto him with his other hand.
Feeling an abundant amount of cum flowing into him, J begs for this to finally be over. H’s tip twitches inside of him as J’ slowly starts to relax from his climax. Still cumming, H tries his best attempts at thrusting into him, even though he’s as deep as he could possibly be in him. “Tighter.” He growls, sending shivers down J’s spine who immediately tried to do as he was told. He tried to squeeze H further, making it feel like he’s squeezing the last bit of juices out of his knot. “Hmmmm…” It sounded like a satisfied rumbling exhale as he leaned back, pushing his hips further into the mattress.

Another moment passes as J mentally begs for him to finally pull out, let this finally be over, make it stop, before H finally does so. This time he pulls out ever so slowly, watching J’s twitch as copious amounts of cum come flowing out of the torn and shredded anus. Letting his dick rest further on J’s ass he continues to watch the cum flow over the blood as it mixes before hitting the inside of J’s pants and then continuing to flow down his legs. J breathing heavily, lying limp on the bed, trembling just slightly while H pulls out his cigarettes from his pockets. He shakes the package and puts one in his mouth without touching it while pulling towels and wet wipes out of the closet next to the bed. Cleaning his own dick first before he gets up and throws the rest of the things recklessly next to J.

Getting himself ready to leave again, H puts his dick back into his underwear, buckling up his pants. He sets up more towels and wipes and other things next to J’s limp body, finishing it off with a bucket placed directly next to his legs.
The old dog stands behind him for one more moment, getting ready to light his cigarette, before he turns around and heads for the stairs.
J hasn’t been able to register anything after it all had finally stopped, he feels as lifeless as he was lying on the bed. Not even being able to cry he was too distraught to do or think anything. Feeling used and left to rot he couldn’t get rid of the questioning feeling if H was really going to just use and leave him there just like that.
He heard the first hoof hitting the stairs.

“Get yerself cleaned up before I’m back.”
He felt his tears swell back up in his eyes, but before he got even the slightest chance to cry, H repeated his demands.
“Clean yerself. Quickly.”

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Claws scratching into the wooden frame of the bed, tears streaming down his face, his voice barely audible as he tries to lower himself from the bed. He tried his best to do what H told him as quickly as he could.
He carefully raises his rear over the metal bucket, trying to make sure the leftover liquid drops into it. Leaning onto the bed to make sure he doesn’t fall over, he feels the warm liquid flow over his genitals into the bucket. His head droops downward, breathing heavily he grasps onto the mattress again only to feel more of the sticky liquid on his hand. He jerks up and sees that this spot wasn’t mixed with blood. His eyes meet his own dick, dangling underneath his sweater, covered in his own cum. The arm propping himself up from the bed trembling and shaking as he grabs his sweater to hide his shame. He had hoped he just imagined things, but that wasn’t the case. He falls slightly onto the bed as he starts to sob even more.

Metal clanking kept J distracted as he wiped his ass clean. He recognized the noise immediately. It was the clinking and rattling of taking a gun apart. It was vaguely audible to J when H worked on it upstairs on the workbench in front of the hatch but it kept him focused on what H told him to do, and that he had to do it quickly.
He was still so unsure about what that man wanted to further do with him or what he was capable of doing, after today he was pretty sure that even getting shot or cut open was a very likely possibility. His mind slowly drifted to the thought of getting out of there. Was it even feasible with how this situation is?
He dismissed the thought as he heard the older man putting the gun back together.

A breeze of fresh and cold air coming into the room, J watched the shadow on the stairs move, H was coming back.
he takes the last breath of his cigarette when his head comes into view, he puts it out on the metal door and his gaze lands on J.
“Yer still not fuckin’ done?” The pure aggression in his tone drives goosebumps up J’s back. Fighting his tears, desperately trying to stop crying, he was too afraid to turn towards him. “For fuck’s sake, stop yer goddamn bawling.” He yaps with an undertone of pure disgust.
“The-the bleeding… i-it won’t…” J’s raspy and cracking voice being disrupted by hics and cries as H stomps down the stairs and picks up his pace. He immediately turns towards J and his menacing walk towards him let the marten boy freeze again.
“Get on the bed.” he demands as he pauses shortly next to J but as soon as he tries to make a move, the old dog pushes him into the right position anyways.

Again he lays there, ass out right on the edge of the bed. J panics freezes and digs his claws into the mattress, was he going to do it again?
His mind about to blank out again with the thoughts of H about to ram it in again, abusing his absolutely torn hole. This time he was surely to die if it was to happen.
“Yer didn’t do shit, this is still filthy as hell.”
Simultaneously to his words H places a damp cloth on J’s ass and the intense shock of something really touching his ass again makes his whole body jump and grab further onto the mattress.
To J’s surprise, the strong rough hands started to wipe the damp cloth over his cheeks to wipe away the blood that was smeared all over it.

“Urgh… Disgusting f**s all of ya.” He starts to mutter to himself. “Destroying yer own bodies with this kind of shit…” J listens intently to the starkly shifted tone in H’s voice. Slowly relaxing his eyes wander towards the old dog, who was apparently sitting on a small stool as he wiped J’s butt clean. He tensed right back up as the damp cloth glided over his anus, the pain surging through his whole body.
A strong slap on his cheek made J gasp audibly. “Stop tensing up so much, can’t do shit like this.” J tried the best he could to move the stiffness in his muscles upwards from his torso but the sharp pain of the cloth yet again wiping over his hole made him flinch and tighten up again.
“Tch.” A stronger slap across his cheeks made J gasp and follow his orders. H continues to wipe away the blood.

J has his eyes shut tightly to try and bear with the pain.
“Shit.” H stops.
He throws the towel to the side, making the marten very uncertain in the short time of silence before H starts rustling with something else, J couldn’t make out what it was. “This is gonna sting.” His stern voice warns him. “Relax.” Quite the demand after that
warning.
Another moment of silence passed as H waited for him to relax. Then quickly, a cold spray hits his hole, before the pain starts to ring he feels H sticking something dry right on top of it. Sticking it in deeper than J expected, he grasps onto the mattress again, jolting upwards. “Like I’m taking care of a fuckin’ baby.”
He lets the piece of cloth sit in J’s ass and finishes taking care of the wound by wiping the rest of the blood off of J’s tail.

Utterly confused when H stands back up, he feels very unsure about the atmosphere in the room. H was weirdly taking care of the wound he had left. J turns to look at H very slowly, his puzzled expression watching as he cleans his paws with a different towel. Instantly he moves his head back towards the bed as they meet eyes.
J moves his hand over his rear just to make sure of what just happened. As he wanted to pull his sweater over himself he felt hooves kicking into his leg. Giving him his full attention again, J watches as H steps to the stair wall, he points at it and J notices a few pipes running up and down the wall. There was a small faucet right where H pointed.
He grabs a glass, holds it under the faucet, opens it and fills it with water.

“A stupid fuckin’ baby.” he hands J the filled glass.
Struggling with the situation, J grabbed the glass. He was absolutely overwhelmed with the situation, at the brink of dehydration, forced to drink piss, being fucked untill he almost broke. He stares at the glass, blinking slowly. “Drink it.”
He slowly takes a sip. It was crystal clear water, he had never tasted water this good. He downs it in two big gulps.
“And dontchu even think about gettin’ all yer filth all over this place.”
He opened a small door right next to the faucet before J could get his head back down after drinking. The rest of the space underneath the stairs opened up to a small toilet. It looked tiny as the old dog stood next to it, but there was definitely enough space in there for him.

H takes the glass and refills it for the small marten boy, handing it right back to him.
What was this sudden friendliness? He was absolutely wrecking him just a while ago. This felt weird, way too weird. Even his body language changed. J felt way too unnerved by all this sudden change, he wasn’t trusting any of it, feeling that it could go wrong at any moment.
Any movement from H making him flinch, he backed away as H crouched down to him. He puts his arm over J and leans on the bed getting his face menacingly close.
“Honestly I want to bash yer fuckin’ head against th’ wall.” He huffs into J’s face.
Panic freeze taking over his body again, J tries to slowly turn away from him, the sudden pull on his metal collar stopping him from doing so.
“Two of mah chickens died because of yer yesterday.” He pulls him closer.
“Two. Chickens.”
J feels the anger in his breath on his cheek and the rough mustache hair poking into his fur. “An’ you disgustin’ scumbag let the food that I made of ‘em rot in the corner?”

J realizes the bowl of freshly made chicken still sat in the same exact spot where H had put it down. He turns back to look at it, H still grabbing onto his collar not letting him turn completely.
“If yer let it stan there for any longer, I will force the rotten food down yer throat and leave you here to suffer the consequences.” he bares his teeth in anger, making J feel like he would take a violent bite of his face any second now.
“Yer got that?” He huffed into J’s ears, making cold sweat drip down his back.
He nods, but his panic only lets his head move so much and H has to reiterate.
“Yer got that, kid?”
J nods.

“Then fuckin’ eat it already.” He lets go of the collar, making J slump into himself. He gets back up and gets ready to leave. He takes one last good look at him from the foot of the stairs.
“And dontchu put those fuckin’ disgustin pants back on.”
He stomps up the stairs, his whole weight making the stairs creak and rumble again.
J takes a look at his stained and covered pants, looks back at his exposed bottom half and slowly begins to sob into his glass of water as the doors to this room close once more.