by Faith Ryan
Wallace stares me down. He knows how Wren was brought here and why. If he thinks I could be part of the issue, I need to know.
“Yeah. Okay.”
I stand and tap my thigh, the signal for Wren to follow me. The three of us enter the bedroom Wren has been using. I help Wren settle on to the bed and give him a quick kiss.
I turn to leave and meet Wallace’s stare with a warning. Wallace nods his acknowledgment and I leave him alone with my pup.
Fifteen
Wren
When Uri first told me a doctor was coming to visit, I thought I’d be able to convince him to help me. Then Wallace proved to not only be friendly with my captor, but he was equally as fascinated with me.
“I’m going to ask you a few questions, then I will examine you, okay?”
I nod. Uri didn’t tell me I could talk, and he wants me to be a good pup. Ever since I witnessed a glimpse of his anger and what he keeps in his bedroom, I’ve done all I can to stay on his good side.
“Have you ever had an erection before?”
I shake my head no.
“Are you able to ejaculate?”
Nod.
“Do you feel pleasure when Uri touches your penis?”
Nod.
“Besides the hair, do you have any other canine features?”
Shake.
“Hmm. Okay. Lie back on the bed, please. I’m going to give you something to relax you before I start.”
Wallace pulls a small bottle and a syringe from the bag he brought with him. He injects me with the medication, and I can feel it flow through my veins. Almost immediately my muscles relax. They relax so much that I can’t seem to move.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I couldn’t have you trying to run or calling out for Uri.”
Wallace rearranges my body so that my ass hangs over the edge of the bed. I can’t move, but I can feel. Every touch to my cock. Every squeeze to my balls. Every poke to my hole. Wallace violates my body clinically, inserting his finger deep and massaging my prostate. He takes my cock in his hand, leaning close as he pulls the foreskin back and takes in every inch of the length.
“There’s no physical ailment preventing you from achieving an erection that I can find.”
He rummages around in his bag again and brings out an orange prescription bottle. He pops the lid and takes out a small blue pill. Prying open my mouth, he forces the pill inside. He holds my mouth closed until I’m forced to swallow.
“This will take a few minutes to work. The normal dose usually needs at least a half hour, but this is a much higher concentration. It’s still in testing.”
As he talks to me, Wallace removes his clothes. He strokes himself until he’s hard. The sight makes me want to vomit. He’s nowhere near as attractive as Uri and his cock is short and fat, resembling a flesh-colored marshmallow.
Wallace makes his way back over to the bed and begins probing my hole with his fingers again. He pushes in deep, twisting and scissoring them to spread me in preparation for his dick. He massages my gland again, and this time I feel a twitch in my cock. My eyes widen, and I meet his sinister gaze.
“Now we’re getting somewhere.”
He removes his fingers from my ass and takes a hold of my cock, stroking me much the same way Uri does. To my horror, my dick fills and hardens. I can’t stop it from happening. Wallace places his fat stubby cock at my hole and pushes inside. He’s not long enough to hit my prostate as he fucks me, not like Uri, but the feel of my muscles stretching still feels good despite the man that’s causing the sensation. He strokes me in time to his thrusts, biting his lip to keep quiet. We both know Uri is standing right outside waiting to be let in. I can’t seem to get my voice to work, but I keep trying.
My body is a mess of confusion. The furor of ecstasy and rage colliding inside me threatens to be too much. Tears leak from my eyes, catching in the hair at my temples. My cock swells even more, or it seems that way as the climax I’ve been fighting overtakes me and I finally find my voice.
At my shout the door bursts open and Uri stands there, fury contorting his features as he takes in Wallace’s unceasing thrusts. I beg him with my eyes to help me. The tears come faster, and a sob breaks free.
“Uri,” I cry out to him, and like a switch has been flipped, I see the madman that scared me a few nights ago. But his rage isn’t focused on me this time.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Uri roars.
“Calm down, Uri. Look, I was right. It’s in his mind. A little pill and he’s hard as a rock, and quite impressive in size.”
Wallace is talking to Uri as though all of this is normal and expected. He doesn’t see the danger lurking within Uri.
“Get your shrimp dick out of my pup right now, Wallace.”
“In a minute. I’m almost there.”
“I. Said. Now.” Uri punctuates each word with a step toward Wallace.
As soon as the other man is within his reach, Uri jerks him away from me. It stings when his cock rips out of my hole, but the pain is manageable, and I thank whatever deity exists that Wallace wasn’t well equipped.
“Damnit Uri. What’s wrong with you?”
“He is mine.”
“Yes, I know. I was just testing—”
Uri cuts off his words with a hand around his throat. “No one touches him, no one fucks him, but me.”
Wallace’s face is turning a deep shade of reddish purple and I watch him try to get a breath into his lungs. Finally, he passes out from lack of oxygen and Uri lets him fall to the floor then rushes to my side.
“Are you okay? You didn’t want him, did you?”
The small hint of Uri’s insecurity somehow reassures me. I try to tell him, but only a squeak makes it past my lips.
“Shh. Did he give you something?” He looks back at Wallace where he’s sprawled on the floor. Looking back at me, he lets out an agonized sigh and answers his own question. “Of course he did. I should have known.”
I try to speak again and find I’m able to get a few words out before the effort leaves me exhausted. “What will you do with him?”
“I think Amalie needs a companion.” My eyes widen at his words, and he chuckles. “Did you think I didn’t know that you found her? I should have told you about her, the truth, but I was afraid of moving on. She was my life for so long, my only reason for getting up each morning, until she gave me you. You’re here because you and your performance fascinated her at the Carnaval. She was obsessed and when she passed, her obsession became mine.”
Uri climbs onto the bed beside me and spoons behind me, wrapping his arms around me and enveloping me in a sense of safety.
“Amalie loved animals. I thought if I brought you here, made you a pet, I could pretend she was still here with me. Then you opened your mouth and pissed me off.” He laughs then turns my head so he can press a kiss to my forehead. “You reminded me so much of her. I would often argue just to get a rise out of her. When you back talked to me, it turned me on. And that pissed me off even more. I don’t know exactly when things changed, but you became obedient, and that Wren, that really got me hard.”
Uri presses his cock against my ass so I can feel just how hard he is now. There’s some pain because of the abuse my ass took from Wallace, but I’m thankful he was on the smaller side, so it isn’t as intense as it could’ve been. If he had been Uri’s size, I’d probably be in too much pain to withstand any contact. Uri’s hand drifts down my chest and wraps around my dick, which is still hard from whatever Wallace gave me.
“I’m sorry, pup. Let me make it up to you.”
I nod, ready for him to take me as he has several times now, but he lets go of me and leaves the bed. He grabs Wallace by the hair and drags him from the room. I hear his bedroom door open, a thump, and the snick as it closes again.
Uri comes back into the room and resumes his position holding me. The effects of the paralytic Wallace gave me are slowly wearing off, but the ED medication still has m
e hard.
Uri waits until I have full control over my body before he asks me to fuck him.
“I don’t know if you’ll ever want to take the pill again after what he did to you, but I want to experience you inside of me at least once.”
I agree and he crawls on top of me, straddling my waist and positioning my cock at his hole. He lowers himself onto me and I moan at the way his muscles squeeze and tug at me. I grip his hips as he fucks himself on my cock. I come inside Uri after only a few minutes of having his ass wrapped around me and it’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had. He doesn’t come, instead pulling off me and cuddling back up to me again.
“What about you?”
“Shh. Just let me hold you for now.”
I don’t think I can sleep, but I don’t say anything. Uri doesn’t seem to have the same trouble and is already quickly snoring beside me. As the rest of the paralytic leaves my body, exhaustion overtakes me, and I fall asleep curled up in Uri’s arms.
A loud bang wakes me. I’m alone in the bed and when I hear the sound again, I go in search of Uri. At the top of the stairs that lead to the basement the sound is louder and I can hear Uri’s footsteps on the concrete.
I quietly open the door and creep down the steps until I can watch him as he makes his way around a table he’s set up in the center of the room. He stares down at the body of a man, who I recognize as Wallace. Wallace’s chest is split open and his insides overflow from a plastic bucket on the floor. Uri strips off his clothes, neatly placing them on a shelf, then puts on rubber boots, an apron which also appears to be made of rubber, gloves, and a face shield.
The Italian dinner from the night before threatens to come back up as I watch in horror and fascination as Uri puts his hands inside Wallace and scoops out whatever bits of him remain inside. Wallace’s grotesque visage seems to judge my every move. But he deserves every bit of this for what he did to me.
“I didn’t want to do this; I had changed my mind about making any more pieces, but after seeing Wallace abusing you I knew there was no other way to keep you safe,” Uri says, letting me know he’s aware of my presence. His words bring me a warm feeling in my chest. He’s doing this for me because he cares.
“What can I do to help?”
I walk over to the metal table where Wallace lies gutted. Uri eyes me for a moment before he smiles wide and hands me what appears to be an ice cream scoop.
“Use this to finish hollowing him out.”
Uri directs me in what to do. He stands close behind me with his hands on mine, teaching me the ways he turns an animal into art.
“I’ll never let anyone hurt my pup again,” he whispers as we finish preparing Wallace for the immortalization as the monster he is.
I’m a freak and Uri is crazy, but we’ll never be the monsters men like Wallace imagine us to be.
Knowing a bit more about Amalie from Uri’s confession earlier, I can see how much she meant to him with the care he continues to give her even after death. He doesn’t create pieces out of hate, but out of love. Wallace isn’t an exception, he’s a representation of Uri’s feelings for me.
Uri took me and I fought against him, but I’ve grown to understand him. He’s given me the affection, the love, I’ve always longed for. It’s my turn to give him this gift.
Epilogue
Wren
I underestimated how hard it would be to stuff another person. I had no idea what I was doing, but thankfully Uri was patient in teaching me. I told him how I wanted the doctor to be a gift for him. He laughed and told me that his plan had been to stuff the man for me. Uri let me help with every step. It took over a week to get the man stripped and set with the right chemicals. But once it was done, Wallace resembled a twisted, grotesque version of himself.
I look around the Carnaval. I’m thankful to be back with my family again, what’s left of it, anyway. Ezra was skeptical when I told him I wanted Uri to join me—after all the man had kidnapped me. It took some convincing to get him to agree to let Uri stay. I think letting him have the entirety of Uri’s collection, and the promise of more to come is what did it. We even let him have Amalie and Wallace. The crowds have been massive to see the stuffed animals and the two humans.
I watch Maia’s act as I wait for my turn to perform. Her movements are both beautiful and haunting. The music ends, and she bows her body close to the ground. The performance isn’t as glamorous and awe-inspiring as when Darryn helps her to soar above the crowds, but he’s still in the hospital recovering from their own kidnapping experience and Maia didn’t seem to want to do that part of her act without him. It’s been hard on her dealing with Yager’s death and the guilt over what happened to Darryn. She blames herself for both. I’ve tried to comfort her, as have the others, but she’s inconsolable.
As she exits the stage, I give her a sad smile and prepare myself for my first performance since Uri took me captive.
“Relax, they’re gonna love the improvements.”
Uri wraps his arms around me, hugging me from behind, then helps me adjust the ears he made for me. They’re made from Amalie’s hair, to match my tail. Uri attached the hair to soft strips of leather and made a headband that blends into my hair, making it invisible to most.
Ezra’s commanding voice booms, announcing me to the crowd. I drop down on all fours and listen for my cue. Ezra lets out a whistle, and I make my way over to him. I play to the crowd. I fetch the ball. I roll over, and I sit. I meander through their midst so they can pet me. And when it’s over, I shake my ass to wag my tail on my out.
“Come here, pup,” Uri calls to me and I come to heel at his feet.
It’s the first time Uri has seen my act while I’ve been aware of his eyes on me. As much as I was playing it up for the crowd, I was trying to impress him.
“You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, pup? I think you deserve a treat.”
Uri winks at me and taps his thigh. I follow him back to our trailer. I’ve stopped sleeping outside in a tent, opting to sleep in a bed with Uri’s arms surrounding me.
Uri lifts a brow in question once we’re inside. I shake my head no. I still can’t get hard without the help of the pills Wallace had brought for me. We’re searching for a psychiatrist who might be able to help, but for now I’m perfectly happy for Uri to fuck me in whatever way he wants.
I may be a freak. An animal. A dog. A part of the night’s entertainment for the perverted. But to Uri, I’m a cherished pet. A man. A lover. His pup. And that’s all I ever want to be.
The End
Acknowledgments
I want to give a huge thank you to Yolanda for inviting me into the troupe and allowing me to help turn her idea into reality. I had so much fun bringing my dog boy and his man to life, even if Uri did catapult himself over the cuckoo’s nest.
I owe Ally so much gratitude for her constant encouragement and love, especially during those times when I doubted myself and my words. She also made all my words flow better with her editing, so you can thank her for the coherence of the story.
My wonderful PA Ashley deserves so much more than I can give her for putting up with my weird ass every day. Girl, I don’t know how you deal with me.
Round of applause to Burning Youth, who took my vision of Wren and created a stunning work of art, and Abi at Pink Elephant Designs, who took that creation and turned it into a gorgeous cover.
To all the other authors involved in this series—Yolanda, Ally, Abi, Alice, Jason, and Ashleigh, thank you for giving me space among your greatness.
And finally, thank you to all you readers who took a chance on this story. I hope you enjoyed Wren and fell in love with him just as much as I did.
Playlist
Inhuman Behavior Playlist
Available to listen on Spotify
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Freak on a Leash – Korn
Animal I have Become – Three Days Grace
An Unhealthy Obsession – The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra
Animal Impulses – IAMX
Desire – Desire
Animal – Chase Holfelder
BITE – Troye Sivan
Animals – Ice Nine Kills
Bad Intentions – Digital Daggers
Can’t Help Falling in Love – Tommee Profitt
Tainted Love – Hannah Peel
Sick Obsession – Landon Tewers
Undisclosed Desires – Muse
Bad Dog – Neon Hitch
Your Surrender – Neon Trees
Captive – Lay Your Ghost
How You Remind Me – Avril Lavigne
Cold – The Veronicas
The Bad Touch – Bloodhound Gang
You’re the One that I Want – Lo-Fang
About the Author
About Faith Ryan
Faith Ryan is wife to a handsome bearded man and mother to three, yes three, teenage girls. She lives in a small town in Ohio and is a weirdo to the max. She is in love with love of all kinds, especially the dark, dirty, and forbidden. She enjoys torturing her characters, sometimes figuratively and other times literally. Faith's writing leans to the weird, dark, and unconventional. If you like your stories with a bit of blood and taboo, you're looking in the right place. But don't worry, Faith also has a sweet side she lets out on occasion.
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