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Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2025 00:21:51 +0200 (GMT+02:00)
From: liam.lockwood@tutamail.com
Subject: The Anonymous Pup - Part 8

This story is partially autobiographical, inspired in part by a few real
experiences of mine several years ago. However the circumstances have
been altered significantly and the experience has been expanded upon in
scope to render this story much more akin to fiction than non-fiction.
Nevertheless, it is not purely fictional.


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Chastity, 2.) Non-Consensual/Ambiguously Consensual Situations 3.) Rape
Roleplay, 4.) Watersports, 5.) Bondage, 6.) And S&M.


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THE ANONYMOUS PUP - PART 8


The parking garage was eerily silent, the kind of silence that made my
skin crawl. My fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly as I sat in my
car, the engine off, the metal cage around my crotch feeling like it was
burning into my skin. The air was cold, but I was sweating. It had been a
month and a half since the Pup had attacked me in the alleyway, but my
heart was pounding into my chest as I stared into the rearview mirror.

Because there he was. In the parking garage.


The Pup.


He stood on the opposite side of the garage, his white puppy hood framing
his face, his muscular body tense and predatory. My stomach twisted. I
knew this was coming. Tommy's words echoed in my mind: "Pretend it's
me, Li. Imagine it's me behind the hood." But the reality was so much
harder to face. I couldn't move. My body was frozen, my breath coming in
shallow gasps.


The Pup tilted his head, like he was studying me. My hands trembled as I
reached for the door handle, but I couldn't bring myself to open it.
Instead, I stayed locked inside, staring at him, hoping he'd just leave.
But he didn't move. He just stood there, waiting.


Time seemed to stretch endlessly. The silence was suffocating. Finally,
the Pup took a step forward. Then another. My panic surged, and I fumbled
with the door, shoving it open and bolting out of the car. My sneakers
slapped against the concrete as I ran toward the stairs, my breath
already ragged. I didn't dare look back, but I could hear his footsteps,
heavy and deliberate, chasing me.


The stairwell was dimly lit, the fluorescent lights flickering as I took
the stairs two at a time, my legs burning with the effort. My heart felt
like it was going to burst out of my chest. I could hear him behind me,
his breathing steady, calm, like this was just a game. And maybe it
was--to him.


I burst through the door onto the roof, the cold air hitting me like a
slap across the face.


The city skyline loomed in the distance, but I didn't have time to
admire it. I ran to the edge, my stomach lurching as I looked down at the
sheer drop to the street below. Thirteen stories. Nothing but air behind
me.


The door slammed shut, and I spun around. The Pup was there, his hooded
face unreadable, his body taut with anticipation. He took a step toward
me, and I instinctively backed up, my heels hitting the edge and I forced
myself to stop.


Pretend it's Tommy, I reminded myself. Pretend it's him.


The Pup closed the distance between us, his hands reaching out, rough and
possessive. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, and I
flinched but didn't pull away. His touch was invasive and demanding.


I closed my eyes, trying to imagine Tommy's face behind the hood.


The Pup spun me around, pressing me against the ledge, his body flush
against mine. His hands roamed over me, groping, molesting, and I
clenched my teeth, focusing on the image of Tommy in my mind. But the
Pup's presence was overwhelming, his dominance suffocating.


Trying to make myself consent, I arched my back, pushing my hole out
towards him.


The Pup palmed his hands over it, grabbing my cheeks and squeezing them
between his hands, before rubbing them up my back and grasping my neck,
yanking me back towards him. He turned me around and pushed my shoulders
down, trying to get me on my knees. I didn't move fast enough, though, so
with a growl, the Pup's fist connected with my stomach, the pain
radiating through me. I doubled over, but I didn't fight back. Instead,
as I kneeled, I reached out, my hands trembling as I rubbed his cock.


His surprise was palpable, but he didn't stop me. I reached up and
tugged at his belt, undoing his pants and whipping out his hard cock. He
removed my hands from his pants and reasserted his dominance and
authority by pinning them right above me against the wall. He then gently
nudged me to open up my mouth and take it in.


I did, but he didn't start face fucking me like he usually did.


Instead, he just rested the head of his cock there in my mouth for about
a minute while I stared up at his hooded face. He also wasn't getting
harder. His cock in fact seemed to soften a bit. I was utterly confused
until, finally, at last, I felt it.


The first stream petered out somewhat slowly. It was warm and salty, with
just a hint of a stronger taste. And I gulped down the first stream
without even really thinking about it. But before I knew it, the stream
had turned into a gushing torrent and I struggled to keep up as I
swallowed mouthful after mouthful of his hot piss.


Soon, the Pup leaned back and stripped off his t-shirt, exposing his
ripped abs and obliques as well as his bulging pecs like always. He'd
been hitting the gym even more since I had seen him about a month ago. He
was noticeably bigger, albeit his body was still instantly familiar and
very recognizable.


The Pup exhaled a relaxing sigh as he listened intently to the sound of
each gulp as I dutifully swallowed more and more of his fluids, watching
my throat contract each time.


He didn't say anything once he was done making me drink his piss, He
just pushed me off his cock so I fell backwards and had to look up at him
and his imposing body. But as he took two steps towards me, I leaned
forward, crawling over to him and licking his cock.


He tilted his head quizzically, as though confused by my apparent
interest in him, but he still allowed me to do it, so I did.


I took him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around the head of his dick. I
swirled my tongue around his shaft, my lips working him like I would
worship Tommy's cock. The Pup's hands tangled together in my hair, his
grip tight as he thrusted his cock in and out of my mouth, his hips
moving back and forth with a rhythm that was simultaneously punishing and
possessive.


I tried to focus on the sensations, on the way his cock filled my mouth,
the taste of him, the weight of him. I had tried to block out the reality
of the situation, to pretend it was Tommy in front of me, Tommy's hands
in my hair, Tommy's cock in my mouth. But the Pup's dominance was
impossible to ignore.


His control was absolute.


Fantasizing about Tommy hadn't been working, so instead I just focused
on submitting to the Pup, on somehow consenting to him despite all of his
past actions.


I committed to making myself get turned on somehow by the natural
dominance of what the Pup was doing so that my mind would want to submit
alongside my body. And very briefly, I did. I lost myself in the moment,


But it was only a moment.


Because after a few minutes of sucking him, the Pup pulled out, his cock
slick with my spit and saliva. I looked up at him, my own chest heaving
from the brutal throatfuck. The Pup's eyes were dark with desire, but
there was something else there too--a flicker of something I just
couldn't quite place, not yet.


I didn't have much time to think about it though since I next felt the
Pup's fingers tightening in my hair painfully as he forced me back up to
my feet.


Consent. Make it a consensual act if you can.


Tommy's words kept echoing in my mind as the Pup roughly shoved me back,
and I stumbled, falling back against the outer ledge of the garage.


Consent often involves seduction into the act, so I thought I would try
to seduce the Pup, a somewhat odd idea given he'd just forcibly emptied
his bladder right down my throat and throatfucked me.


Nevertheless, I was committed to trying.


And so I reached under the leg of my gym shorts and grabbed my thong. I
pulled the right side of my thong down my right leg and stepped through
it as slowly and seductively as possible, in full view of the Pup. I then
removed the left side of the thong by pulling it off of my left leg as
fast as possible.


By the time the Pup reached me, I tossed it at him in a sort of playfully
provocative tone. He caught it in his hands while I tentatively waited
for him to come over to me.


The Pup first held my thong up towards his face and inhaled deeply,
taking a whiff of my hole and my crotch as he rubbed his own engorging
cock, still hanging out of his pants.


He quickly came over and choked me as he shoved my thong all the way in
my mouth, gagging me with it. He then yanked down my shorts, the cold air
biting at my exposed flesh. My caged clit twitched as he dropped down to
his knees. With his hand roughly gripping my swollen ballsack, the Pup
swiped his tongue over the metallic cage, and I gasped, my legs
trembling. He worked my clit with his mouth, teasing and licking it with
long strokes of his tongue and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped
from between my lips. It was a stifled moan, however, because despite
dropping down to his knees, the Pup had kept his other hand clasped
firmly around my throat, preventing me from making too much noise.


The Pup twisted me around again, both hands gripping my hips hard as he
leaned in, his tongue diving between my butt cheeks. I bit my lip in
response, my own hands gripping the edge of the roof of the parking
garage as he rimmed my pussy. I could see the streets and people walking
on them down below, but I was too distracted by his fast-moving tongue to
feel any concern about being caught or seen by people in the office
buildings nearby. The Pup's tongue was wet and insistent, like always,
aggressively licking at my hole. And my body responded despite my fear,
with my cunt clenching around nothing, slick and desperate to be filled,
but it wasn't a betrayal like it usually was.


I was committed to obeying Tommy's commands and a part of me (not all of
me) but a part of me was turned on.


The Pup stood up and I heard the familiar squirt of lube. He quickly
gripped my hips, his slick cock pressing against my wet and hungry hole.


The Pup's own hips slammed into me with a force that left me breathless,
his cock tearing through my weakening resistance and plunging deep inside
of me. His thrusts were as brutal as always, each one a claim on my body.
The pain was sharp, but it was the kind of pain that twisted into
pleasure, my moans echoing through the empty parking garage, mingling
with the sounds of our bodies colliding and I willfully clenched my hole
around his cock, physically begging him for more, hungry for more
fucking, for more of his dominance.


He reached his hands around my chest and grabbed my tank top, ripping it
clean in half, exposing my upper body. He then squeezed and tugged at my
nipples, making me whimper through the makeshift thong gag as he raped my
hole with his cock once more.


But for the first time, I wasn't as ashamed as I had been. The thought
surprised me, but it was true. My body had been betraying me in the worst
way all year, but now it felt like my mind was finally catching up. The
Pup's grip on my hips tightened, his fingers digging into my flesh as he
fucked me harder, faster, his breath hot on the back of my neck. I could
feel him swelling inside me, his cock throbbing as he approached his
climax. He growled again, a low, animalistic sound that sent shivers down
my spine, and then he came, his hot load exploding up my cunt, marking me
as his.


He pulled out, his cum dripping from my ass, and spun me around to face
him. I expected him to leave, to walk away like he had before, but he
wasn't done. His hands moved to my waist, lifting me effortlessly, my
legs instinctively wrapping around him as he carried me back over to the
stairwell. My heart was pounding, but not from fear. There was a strange
kind of trust between us at this moment, a twisted sense of
understanding.


The Pup held me up against the stairwell door, the cold metal biting into
my back as he positioned himself between my legs again, his cock slipping
back into my cumsloppy hole with ease. He leaned down, his teeth sinking
into my shoulder, marking me in another way. I gasped, my hands reaching
up to massage the rippling muscles of his back, but he swatted them away.


He didn't want me to be affectionate, I realized. He just wants me to be
an object.


But I wasn't going to let him have that anymore. I tried again, my
fingers tracing the lines of his back, and this time he let me, a low
growl rumbling in his chest as he continued to fuck me, his hips slamming
into mine with relentless force. With one hand holding me up on my back
while he balanced me on his thighs, his other hand moved lower, slapping
and squeezing my balls, and I squirmed, the pain sparking through me. I
reached up, trying to kiss him through the mask, but he punched me across
the face in response, my lip splitting as the thong fell out of my mouth
onto the ground.


Fine, I thought, my jaw aching but my resolve hardening.


I'd play his game, but on my terms.


"It's okay," I whispered, my voice breathless but seductive, my eyes
locking with his through the puppyhood.


"It's okay."


Hesitantly, I leaned up and licked the side of the Pup's mask. He tilted
his head in confusion at me but I did it again. He tightened his grip
around my body and kept thrusting his cock inside of my hole.


And in a moment of either bravery or stupidity, I reached up and grabbed
the Pup's mask and pulled his mouth guard off, which fell onto the ground
on my thong. He quickly grabbed my hands and stopped me from taking off
his mask, but I still leaned in and licked at his now exposed chin.


I could feel his breath on my face, the distinct smell of strong whiskey
radiating through my nostrils every time he exhaled.


He pushed my hands down behind my back and stripped his belt off, still
balancing me on his thighs with his cock still inside of me.


He tied the belt around my hands to keep them behind my back and keep me
from trying to take off his mask. After my hands were safely restrained,
with his other hand, he punched me across the face as hard as he could.


In my haze after the punch, I still decided to go for it, and I leaned
forward and licked the exposed part of his chin (where the mouth guard
previously was) again. My hands restrained behind my back while he held
me up in the air fucking me on the roof of the parking garage, I felt
more vulnerable than ever, but due to Tommy's words, and my commitment
to his instructions, that vulnerability turned me on more than
frightening me,


And so I leaned in, and I kissed the Pup on the lips.


He didn't react at first, merely kept fucking me, just pile driving his
cock into my hole, ignoring my small effort at affection.


But he also didn't hit me in retaliation like he had before either.


And so I kept kissing his motionless lips, and as I did
this...eventually...I felt them twitch.


And within another thirty seconds or so, he very, very subtly kissed me
back. Slowly, sensually ... almost reluctantly, like he didn't want to but
somehow couldn't help himself.


A strangely gentle expression but it didn't take too long for his
naturally violent dominance to take over again.


His tongue started exploring mine, roughly and aggressively sucking on my
tongue with a ferocity that left me breathless and squirming, His cock
still pounding me all the while.


I could taste the metallic tang of blood from my own lips, but I didn't
care.


I wanted this. I wanted him.


He kept fucking me, pushing and pulling his cock in and out of my pussy
as he kissed me passionately. At one point, he leaned back and spat into
my mouth, and I swallowed his saliva down without hesitation before he
quickly returned to his aggressive and painful exploration of my mouth. I
was a mere object in the Pup's hands. A toy for him to fuck and kiss and
breed as he saw fit. I had no control, no power and yet here I was,
passionately kissing my rapist while he, for all intents and purposes,
raped me again on the roof of the parking garage.


I never once worried that he might drop me. I just surrendered in the
moment and willingly allowed myself to be the Pup's plaything.


I let him rape me.


But most importantly, for the very first time,


I liked it.


And so the Pup raped me passionately up on the roof until his thrusts
grew faster and harder, his cock swelling inside of me once again as he
approached his second climax. He groaned loudly as he came, less
animalistically and more humanely, moaning into my mouth as he sucked on
my tongue while a load so enormous that I could feel every single shot of
cum, filled my cunt up once again with his seed. He kept holding me up
there for a minute or so afterwards as his balls fully emptied themselves
inside my hole, before he very slowly and gently pulled his cock out and
set me back down on the ground.


For a moment, he just stood there, his chest still heaving from the
exhaustion of holding me up while he fucked me. Even without the mouth
guard on, his Puppy hood obscured his expression but I could see it.


His body language betrayed a hint of vulnerability.


I leaned up, trying to kiss him again, but he immediately turned away.


Now that he'd cum twice, his drive was gone.


His hunger to abuse me was gone.


He seemed unsteady, maybe even a little bit uncomfortable.


Flustered, he put his shirt back on and shoved his softening cock back
into his pants, zipped them up and put his belt back on after untying my
wrists. He didn't say a word as he walked away, disappearing down the
same stairwell that he'd come up. I stayed there for a moment, my body
trembling, before I picked up my shorts and put them back on, my ripped
tank top swaying in the wind.


I felt... successful?


I didn't know why, but I did, and so I headed home, the Pup's load
churning inside of me with every step. My mind drifted to Tommy, to the
way he'd look at me when we were together, the way he'd touch me, the
way he'd make me feel safe. But there was something else there now,
something that didn't quite fit. The Pup had left his mark on me in more
ways than one, and I wasn't sure how to feel about that, but I had done
what Tommy asked me to, and that was more than enough for now.