A little late, whoops.
anonymous
September 4 2010, 23:12:06 UTC
When he originally bought the dogs from a breeder in a quiet settlement, he wasn't looking for companionship. All they were to him were a means of transportation; snowmobiles had the possibility of breaking down or running out of fuel, and in the harsh Alaskan winters that was not something Dave wanted to risk. They were just young pups then, four months old at the most - but it was best to start training early. By the time winter hit, they would be well disciplined and big enough to pull the weight of the sled from his cabin to the nearest town and back
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Re: A little late, whoops.
anonymous
September 4 2010, 23:12:55 UTC
From then on, Dave kept a much closer eye on the dogs. He repaired the fence and let them sleep in the cabin at night. He even picked names for the three remainders: Paprika, with her light red coat and differently coloured eyes; Pepper, with dark grey fur and small freckle-like spots around his nose; and Basil, a slightly lighter shade of grey than Pepper and with a dark mask around his eyes. In spending more time with them, he noticed that he shared a lot more in common with the dogs than he ever would have suspected
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We all know Kaz likes to be the star of the show, and I want him to star in a gangbang. MSF/Kaz, any setup, non/dubcon, voyeurism, humiliation, powerplay? Bonuspoints if Big Boss orchestrates the whole thing.
The fluorescent lighting fixtures overhead were buzzing faintly, but to Kaz’s ears, they might as well have been roaring. It was times like these--stressful times where the tug of a headache or the splitting throng of a migraine always proceeded to gnaw at his temples right before he really got frustrated--that his ears blocked out all of the sounds in the world except for the most tiny ones, like the humming of a bulb that would go out completely in another week, give or take.
That was, in fact, one of many jumbled thoughts his mind was crazily processing along with a multitude of mental curses in both Japanese and English as Finch grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him face-first onto the tabletop, and then he had something new to focus on. Lucky for him he had expected as much from a group of traitors, each converging on him like a pack of vultures targeting specific parts of him--Finch and his shoulders, Lynx and his arms which were now being twisted behind his back, Marlin and his hips, and Jackal and his head--so it didn
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It was a nice effort and, to the men that hadn’t been expecting it but were prepared beforehand, gutsy enough to be cute. If it wasn’t, the image of him, a flushed mess, sweat beading at his forehead, eyes defiantly staring up at them, on his back outstretched on the hard linoleum floor would be. To a casual observer, the scene that was playing out resembled something right out of nature--a group of predators encircling smaller prey--with Kaz little more then a cornered animal, trapped and hopeless and all but snarling. And like an animal, he would have no qualms with chewing his leg out of the trap if it salvaged some shred of pride; no one in this room doubted that he was resourceful enough to put up a damn good fight before being taken, least of all Big Boss.
"If he tries anything stupid, make him regret it," he had said. "Don’t hold back."The men were enthusiastic to make their Boss proud, both of them. For all they knew, this was an elaborate test -- an extended training exercise. They wouldn’t slip up and made sure to take Big
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Quick Dirty Fill
anonymous
August 6 2010, 04:10:10 UTC
Raikov woke to find himself in a hospital bed. Groggily, he rose remembering only the feel of cloth in front of his face and a body holding him down. His nose wrinkled with disgust as he looked down to see he was dressed in a shapeless hospital gown. If Yevengy were to see this, Raikov would die of shame
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FILLED, PART 1: Late after the fact but hope you enjoy regardless
anonymous
June 9 2011, 17:50:57 UTC
Not sure if it's going to be as smutty as you hoped, OP, but I've wanted to write a semi-serious take on this for a while just to see if it can be done, so here goes. Warning for Zadornov being an exploitative bastard, dubcon.
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What Snake didn't know wouldn't hurt him. That was, at least, what Kaz told himself every time he went down to the MSF brig to...negotiate with the most important of its inhabitants. At this point, he could recognize the exact moment he entered the prisoner's field of vision: there'd be a faint but attentive rustling of fabric as Zadornov sat up in his cell, eyeing him expectantly. Most of the time, this was motivated by the coffee Kaz would bring without Big Boss's knowledge (another little allowance for a co-agent, albeit a very irritating one) or the prospect of escape, and Kaz only hoped this wasn't going to be one of those other times
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FILLED, PART 2
anonymous
June 9 2011, 17:51:50 UTC
What followed then had been nowhere near the top of Kaz's wishlist as far as sexual encounters went. All the same, he could have said no. He could've risked it and slammed the door in Zadornov's smug face instead of letting himself into the cell, glancing around in a fashion that could only be described as paranoid, and getting naked for his fucking cooperative-posing-prisoner in his fucking brig in his own fucking base. And if only it had stopped at that. Much as Kaz tried to tell himself it was just to make sure Zadornov wouldn't talk, he couldn't help the nagging feeling that he might have actually enjoyed the humiliation
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FILLED, PART 3
anonymous
June 9 2011, 17:53:00 UTC
Worse, the mechanical hand was sliding down his chest, and was it supposed to be so hot? Literally, that is; no way he was going to get off on this. The next second, the prosthetic was inches from his face and - crack - the index finger had popped open and there was a lighter-grade flame fanning out. Goddammit--The moment Zadornov moved that hand, Kaz caught himself gasping, and he actually cried out when the flame barely licked his nipple, only to be soon withdrawn again. The same procedure on the other side of his chest, and after that the hand flicked along his upper arm and back. The latter made Kaz yelp both in a strange sort of pleasure and the fear of lacking any means of control that would allow him to prevent a burn when he couldn't even see it. Fine, so he did sort of enjoy pain when it came to playing rough with Snake, but this was just
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That was, in fact, one of many jumbled thoughts his mind was crazily processing along with a multitude of mental curses in both Japanese and English as Finch grabbed him by the shoulders and slammed him face-first onto the tabletop, and then he had something new to focus on. Lucky for him he had expected as much from a group of traitors, each converging on him like a pack of vultures targeting specific parts of him--Finch and his shoulders, Lynx and his arms which were now being twisted behind his back, Marlin and his hips, and Jackal and his head--so it didn ( ... )
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"If he tries anything stupid, make him regret it," he had said. "Don’t hold back."The men were enthusiastic to make their Boss proud, both of them. For all they knew, this was an elaborate test -- an extended training exercise. They wouldn’t slip up and made sure to take Big ( ... )
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What Snake didn't know wouldn't hurt him. That was, at least, what Kaz told himself every time he went down to the MSF brig to...negotiate with the most important of its inhabitants. At this point, he could recognize the exact moment he entered the prisoner's field of vision: there'd be a faint but attentive rustling of fabric as Zadornov sat up in his cell, eyeing him expectantly. Most of the time, this was motivated by the coffee Kaz would bring without Big Boss's knowledge (another little allowance for a co-agent, albeit a very irritating one) or the prospect of escape, and Kaz only hoped this wasn't going to be one of those other times ( ... )
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Worse, the mechanical hand was sliding down his chest, and was it supposed to be so hot? Literally, that is; no way he was going to get off on this. The next second, the prosthetic was inches from his face and - crack - the index finger had popped open and there was a lighter-grade flame fanning out. Goddammit--The moment Zadornov moved that hand, Kaz caught himself gasping, and he actually cried out when the flame barely licked his nipple, only to be soon withdrawn again. The same procedure on the other side of his chest, and after that the hand flicked along his upper arm and back. The latter made Kaz yelp both in a strange sort of pleasure and the fear of lacking any means of control that would allow him to prevent a burn when he couldn't even see it. Fine, so he did sort of enjoy pain when it came to playing rough with Snake, but this was just ( ... )
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not that i expect anybody to fill this out anyway, fffff
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