The chain had ended up tangled not only around Cloud's neck but his wrists as well in the struggle, and the blond had run out of strength before long. But he still kept up his protests, depsite his face being pressed against the junkyard ground and the chain tight around his neck. He cried out as his pants were tugged down, face flushed shamefully.

Panic was surging in his veins as the dog jumped up behind him, another cry of protest as he was held down. And he couldn't contain it; he screamed when the creature entered him, not only from shock and that stretching, burning pain, but the realization of what he was being forced into. With a dog.

Cloud squirmed, but every movement caused it to shift deeper, split him open further. All he could do now was remain as still as he could, try to breathe as carefully as he could, and try not to think about what that- that sick man was making him do.