Pt. 2

Curly was dragged by his arms back into the van and thrown inside. The pup groaned, tossed into the back along with the paint cans and various sundries. The wolf hopped up into the back and with practice ease he used a box cutter to remove Curly's clothes. He wouldn’t need those anymore . Roland started the van up and pulled out of the alley nice and slow. Being sure to use his blinkers. Didn’t need a traffic stop now… He kept his hands at ten and two, did the speed limit. A real law abiding citizen on the streets minus the cub starting to come to and squirm around the back of the car.

Roland looked back over his shoulder at the cub testing the strength of his bindings “Settle down now kiddo, you should really try to enjoy the rest while you can get it. There won’t be much of that where we’re going” he chuckled and set his eyes back on the road.

Curly had few words during the ride, the painters rag shoved and taped into his muzzle no doubt helped with that. The pup didn’t have to think about his predicament for too long when he heard those old squeaky brakes bring the van to a stop. The side door slid open and Roland climbed into the back with him. He grabbed a painters tarp off of one of the racks and quickly wrapped Curly up like a spider would its prey. He kicked and fought the best he could. His wrists and ankles chafing against his restraints.

Roland hoisted up Curly like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder and casually brought him in through the front door. Nothing to see here. Just Roland bringing a little work home with him. He closed the door behind him and tossed Curly down onto the old sofa in the foyer.

“Hey buddy you doing okay in there?” Roland asked as he uncovered the cub's head. Seeing watery eyes looking back up at him. “Hey don’t be like that little guy” he ruffled his headfur “I’ve been waiting for you for a while.” He reached over to the end table next to the couch and grabbed a photo. It was a photo from Curly’s home. His school photo from the end of last year. He had a pit in his stomach.

“You’re so beautiful Curly. From the second I saw your pictures I wanted you. I needed you. Now I have you” he pet down the youth’s back slowly, running a claw down to his tail base then under it. Teasing a claw in between his cheeks. Curly stiffened up at the touch and tried to push himself away the best he could making loud noises of protest. “Shhhhhhhh Curly shhhhhh it will be easier if you let this happen. Be the special boy I know you can be”

With that Roland firmly pressed a fingertip against that tight hole, feeling it begrudgingly give way and let him inside. “MRFFFF” Curly objected but was given no choice but to obey. Roland fingerfucked the cub, loosening him up for later. He found that little pleasure button deep inside the boy and made sure to spend plenty of time rubbing and massaging it with his finger tip.
Curly’s complaints slowly faded and his face took on a cute red blush. He tried to hide the pleasure from his now owner, but Roland knew.

Curly’s paws and toes clenched, his breaths turned to pants, and he kept his eyes tightly shut. He was being introduced against his will to a new pleasure he never expected. How could something there feel good? He let out a soft moan from his rag stuffed muzzle, but just as soon as it started it was over. The finger was pulled out and he let out a whine he couldn’t stop in his throat.

“Liked it huh boy” Roland chuckled “I don’t think you’ll care too much for the rest of your day though.” He pocketed one last zip tie and picked Curly back up. He carried him to the old looking basement door, opened it, and then grinned down at the cub. “Remember when I said you wouldn’t care much for the rest of the day? Here’s a taste”

Roland laid the cub on the top of the stairs and with a firm push from his booted paw Curly went rolling down the unforgiving wooden stairs. It was like slow motion. He fell end over end down what felt like the longest flight of stairs ever. Thumps and bumps and crashes the whole way down. He stopped feeling the worst of it half way down as shock took over.

The near broken cub lay bruised and bleeding at the bottom of the stairs. A tooth lay in front of his nose, he blinked repeatedly trying to process what he was seeing. He was brought back to reality hearing the creaking coming down the stairs. He pushed himself against the wall and cowered the best he could, watching the wolf strip off his shirt and take that zip tie out of his back pocket. He held it in one hand and kneeled down to pet the dazed boy. He took that gag out of his muzzle. It was nice to hear the music that only a broken cub could sing.

Curly filled the room with squeals and sobs, he had never hurt so bad. The soft hand on his back helped some, but not enough. Roland lifted up Curly’s head to burn that picture into his mind. That swelling lip, the bruised eye. He was beautiful. He only wish Curly could see and understand the way he saw him. That zip tie was slowly ran up under his chin drawing a shiver from the boy as they sat there. Both listening to Curly’s music reverberate around the small concrete room.