Blues pov

Big trigger warning: abuse, rape.

"265!" The gruff older man called out. My ears perked up. It had felt like ages, and my body was aching from being in the kennel for so long.

My stomach had a knot and a burning fire from my heat, and my lower area throbbed, but I would never tell master. My job was to please him, not the other way around.

The kennel rattled as he opened the cage.

"Step out, position 4." He ordered. I immediately crawled out and got into the position he asked for.

He chuckled, grabbing my ears roughly, and making me yelp.

"You know better!" He slapped me across the face and threw my small body down. I felt my head bash against the cold concrete.

He grabbed my tail and forced me into the correct position. I could've sworn it was the proper position.

"You look filthy. You need a bath." He grumbled, wrapping the lead leash around my neck. As it tightened, it burned my neck as the rope rubbed my skin.

I followed after him quickly.

He chuckled as he opened a cabinet. The faint noise of water running in the back frightened me.

He had an orange bottle. He dumped out the small item before open palm and handing it to me.

I shook my head roughly. His iron toe boot collided with my rib cage, making me topple over in pain with a groan, which resulted in him painful grabbing my ears and dragging me to the tub. I hated the white thing. It made me sick and sleepy.

I didn't want it. I was lifted by my ears and placed into the tub.

He forced my head under the frigid water

My body was covered in goosebumps, but it went numb due to the ridged temperature. He held me there as my ears and nose began to fill with water. I tried my best to stay calm, but it didn't take long before I was splashing and scratching at his arm.

I attempted to gasp for air as the water rushed into my mouth and down my throat. My lungs were filling with water. I swore I would die, just like I did every time.

I was pulled up, my lungs burned, and I started coughing.

"Are you gonna fucking take it?" He muttered with his toothless gums.

He was disgusting, his long beard and squinted eyes.

I opened my mouth, trying not to cough my brains out. As it was shoved down my throat, I gagged against his hand, and he threw my small body onto the concrete. I groaned in pain.

"Do you see what you did to me? You stupid slut!" I felt warm blood dripping from my head, trembling my whole body.

My eyes were getting sleepy as I felt my body being stripped of my wet clothes.

I felt my master slam into me. My whole body tensed. It hurt. I wasn't ready or prepped. Yet again, I never was. I was used to it.

"What do you say?" His voice was slurred in my head. I knew the response was like a sentence I'd heard all my life.

"Thank you for using me, master," I muttered.

He continued to pound into me, ripping my tight hole. I felt blood seep out. But it wasn't anything I wasn't used to.

By the time I woke up, I had blood all over my fur, and my body had ached, but I had been shoved into my small kennel once again.

"265! Bl-"

"Blue..."

"Blue!" I was jolted awake to see a tall man shaking me. I screamed. Tears began to pour down my cheeks.

"Sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't be upset! I'm sorry, Master!" His face fell with worry as he petted my head.

"Vance!" He called out. The door was flung open by the taller man.

Who instantly rushed over to me.

"Declan? What's wrong?" He panicked.

"I don't know... I heard crying, tried to comfort him, and he started freaking out..."

"I'm sorry!" I cried, tugging at my ears to punish myself as I deserved. I shouldn't have been that loud.

"Why? You're okay."

"I shouldn't have been crying or loud. I'm so sorry, master." Vance sighed, dismissing the other boy. As he crawled into bed with me, he cradled me to his chest.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

I shook my head.

"I-it's happened before..." I responded.

Vance stroked between my ears which calmed me down quickly. I didn't understand his kindness to me.

He was too kind. Was it all fake? My stomach was on fire. I couldn't dare tell Vance. I didn't want to be a burden, but my heat was starting to kill me. It was my second day now, which was always the worst one.

"What's wrong?" He must've noticed my distressed look. He turned me over, so I was facing his chest in his lap. He pulled me away. "Tell me, that's an order." He whispered.

I sighed. "My heat." I buried my head into his chest. I felt ashamed. I shouldn't bother him with it. I couldn't disobey an order.

"But it's okay! I know how to handle it!" I smiled, hiding my pain as best as I could.

He continued stroking my head, gently gliding over my ears.

"Don't lie to me, baby boy." He whispered before stroking only my ears, which made me begin to melt into his touch.

"I-I can handle it, though," I muttered as my eyes began to roll back. It felt good. My ears haven't felt this pleasure since - never. Other than scratching them myself.

"You're so gentle..." I whispered through closed eyes. Yet the pleasure only made my heat throb within my member, and my stomach burned.

I whined in pain. "Would you like me to help?"

"N-no," I whispered. I didn't want to be annoying.

"Then I won't. But if you want me to, all you need to do is ask...then I will, does that make sense?" He stopped petting my ears which made my eyes snap open...

He made my head hurt. Do I let him help me?

I instantly began scratching my ears, and my eyes rolled back. He chuckled, grabbing my wrist, making me gasp, needing the pleasure.

"Please help me, master. No one's ever helped." I whimpered.

He cocked an eyebrow.

"Have you been touched before?"

"Well, I'm for master's pleasure! So yes..." I trailed off, avoiding eye contact.

Vance hummed as he pulled me to his chest so my back was against his front. He slipped a hand down to my waistline and forced my pants off my body.

He gripped my member, which I'm sure was much smaller than his.

But I was achingly hard. He began to stroke me, making me whine as my head flew back.

"Has anyone ever fucked you?"

"Well-" he cut me off.

"Gently and for your pleasure?"

"No." I mumbled.