He wasn’t normal. He’d never been. But so far he'd kept his sick fantasies to masturbation and animated porn. Until Rob, who’d known exactly how to push Dane’s buttons and turn him into a cock-hungry, wanton slut. The first time they'd fucked, Rob had gone from intimidating Dane into a corner to shoving his pants down within a minute.
Dane had never felt more desired before that night, and so he’d tolerated Rob’s aggressive nature, his demands, too dependent on the pleasure this man-monster could give him to say no. It was this illicit affair that had ultimately brought him here, half-dead, and what was he doing? Already seeking the attention of another maniac.
He was sick in the head.
Jag’s nails dug into Dane’s chest as he ran his fingers down and squeezed the soft flesh of Dane’s stomach. “I’m gonna breed you every day, rut on top of you so you never forget you’re mine. I’ll make sure you drip with my cum,” he rasped, riding Dane’s crack as if he were inside him already.
Dane couldn’t speak, paralyzed by the heat produced by the irresistible friction between his buttocks. His stomach turned into a fireball, and the same instinct that had nearly led him to his death last night was now telling him to bend over and invite his captor deeper. Could he make do with just saliva for lubrication? Or did this shower have some kind of soap they could use in a pinch?
But as frantic as his thoughts were, they had jagged edges, because while his brain had little concern for Dane’s own safety, it still worried about his family. Regardless of how badly Dane itched to turn into an animal that didn’t have to worry about morality or the dangers of bonding with yet another unhinged man, there were people he loved more than anything else. People who depended on him.
He needed to find his way out of here. Today.
And still, he asked, “I—breed me?” he uttered in a shaky tone, because the words felt like sweet butter on his tongue. He thought back to the lube-squirting dildo he’d always denied himself as too expensive. But his thoughts went further, creating a world where he lived at the mercy of a monster who used him as an incubator for its demon spawn, and filled his ass with a copious amount of cum each day.
Jag gave a loud moan, clutching Dane’s flesh as the stiff meat of his cock rubbed between Dane’s cheeks like a drill. Dane’s own prick pulsed with excitement when hot, slick goo lubricated the crack and shot up his spine, accompanied by a satisfied groan.
A part of Dane regretted that water would wash away the slick spunk, but the lazy way Jag’s hand wandered to Dane’s hard tool was the wakeup call he needed.
There were people who depended on him, and he’d go celibate if that was what it took for Dane to keep them clothed and fed.
He folded his arm and spun around, smashing his elbow into Jag’s head. He didn’t wait to see whether he’d managed to knock his abductor over, and sprinted straight out of the shower, to the left where the mounds of junk seemed smallest and therefore easiest to traverse.
Blood drummed in his temples at Jag’s roar, but he didn’t waste time and sprinted forward, breathing faster when he came close enough to the slope for the sharp metal pieces piled there to come into focus. Visions of tin cans cutting into his feet made him stall, but as he looked around, frantically wondering whether every way out of Jag’s homestead led through the same kind of terrain, feet drummed all too close behind him.
He jolted forward, desperate to get away, but a missile of flesh and bone slammed into his side, knocking him hard onto the ground. The world spun when his skull hit the dirt, and he curled his arms around it to protect it from violence.
Jag pulled his wounded arm back, but instead of hitting him, the madman covered Dane with his whole body, and… bit down on Dane’s nape. Hard, like some rabid animal. He even growled in warning, once more yanking on his aching flesh.
When Dane whined and tried to buck the guy off, his ass still slick with Jag’s cum, the beast pushed his legs between Dane’s thighs and tightened his teeth on flesh again, as if to show him who the alpha male was. Dane was now nothing but a wounded animal under an agitated predator.
So he froze, too afraid to move even an inch and painfully aware that he’d messed up his one chance to get out of here. Jag would never trust him again after this. Tonight, once Jag’s balls were once again full, he’d tie Dane down and fuck him. No, breed him, filling Dane’s hole with spunk as many times as he pleased. Until he was satisfied.