Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains GRAPHIC SCENES including RAPE, VIOLENCE, GORE, and MURDER, including a victim who is a CUB.  If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON.  By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because YOU WERE WARNED.  For those of you who I haven't scared away... enjoy?

It was a warm autumn afternoon.  As usual, Chuck found himself alone in his room, playing with his toys.  He had always been a very private boy, and he enjoyed this time with just his toys and his thoughts.  Plus, his mother would be home soon from the store, and that was always nice.

He heard the front door open, and leapt up, running out his bedroom door and making for the living room, his little tail wagging excitedly behind him.  The hall seemed a lot longer than usual, but the pup didn't mind.  Running was fun.

The pup bounded down the stairs, looking around for his mother.  The living room was empty.  She must have gone to the kitchen.  Chuck rounded the corner and ran for the kitchen, skidding to a halt in the doorway.

"Moooo--" the pup began, but his voice caught in his throat.  Before him loomed, not his mother, but a large, menacing male border collie.  He seemed to stand ten feet tall, and he wore a wicked grin, drool falling from his fangs.

"Hello, little one," the male growled, and leapt forward, grabbing the pup in a bear hug as he turned to flee.

"NO!  NO NO NO NO N--"  The pup was silenced by a massive paw clamping over his muzzle.

"That's no way to greet your father," the male growled, easily carrying the boy into the den.  He carried the boy effortlessly, as though he were light as a feather.  Once in the family room, he forced Chuck into a chair, and ropes coiled around him.

The boy's eyes lit up in horror.  Across from him, his mother was tied to a chair, her face so beaten and bloody she was barely recognizable.  "Mommy," he squeaked.

"Get a good look, you little cunt," the adult said, and backhanded Chuck hard across the face.

Stars flew before the boy's eyes.  Before he even had time to get his senses back, he felt his mouth forced open, and a large, slimy thing pressed inside.  A thing that he hadn't felt in years, but that he could never forget.  His father's penis.

Chuck tried to scream.  He tried to resist, to pull back, to bite the invading member, anything to make the torment end, but he was powerless.  His body betrayed him.  He gagged as that massive length pushed all the way into his muzzle, the tip pushing down his throat, cutting off air.  A large paw gripped the back of his head, and forced even more of the male's length in, until the boy's nose was pressed into his father's musky groin.

The boy wasn't gagged long.  Almost as soon as he was fully inside, the adult pulled out.  Not all the way, but enough to allow the boy room to breathe.  Once just the tip was in, though, the adult began to thrust into Chuck's muzzle, his tip beating the back of the cub's throat with each movement.

"Yeah... suck it, you little cunt," the adult growled, his paws grabbing onto the pup's ears.  He squeezed them hard, using them as fuck handles as he violated the defenseless twelve year old.

Tears streamed down Chuck's cheeks as his father's cock pounded his muzzle.  He thought they had gotten away.  His mother told him so!  She promised that they'd never see this monster again!  And yet here he was, using and abusing him just as he always had. 

Before he knew it, he tasted the slimy fluid flooding his muzzle.  His father pulled out after the first few squirts, leaving the rest of the sticky goo to squirt across his muzzle.  The pup squeezed his eyes shut, shuddering as he sobbed uncontrollably.  He whimpered as he suddenly felt a warm stream against his face, and the strong scent of adult male urine assaulted his nose.

"Useless little cunt," the male muttered.  "Shoulda beat yur mom harder before you were born.  Maybe she woulda miscarried."  He grabbed the boy's muzzle in one paw, and tapped his cheek with a piece of cold metal.  "Open your eyes, you little bitch.  You'll want to see this."

Chuck shook his head.  He knew he didn't want to see whatever it was his dad wanted him to see.  It was gonna be scary!  Wasn't what he'd already been through enough?  But the metal connected with his cheek, sending his head twisting hard around.

"I SAID 'OPEN YOUR EYES,' YOU STUPID LITTLE CUNT!!!" the adult screamed.

The pup's ears flicked, his whole body starting to tremble.  Slowly, he opened his eyes.  His body betrayed him again.  

Once things came into focus, his eyes popped open wide.  "N-no... D-daddy... please," Chuck whimpered.

A loud pop struck the pup's ears.  The flash left him dazed.  Warmth spread in his groin from the fresh wound.  His jaw dropped in a silent scream as the adult sneered, raising the gun and pressing the barrel between the pup's eyes.

"Now you can be the little cunt you are," the adult said, his face contorting into a wicked grin.  He took a step back, and turned the gun to unmoving form of the pup's mother behind him.

Chuck shook his head, begging his father with his eyes.  The adult laughed, staring right back into the pup's eyes as he pulled the trigger again.  The pup watched in horror, the world seeming to slow down -- the flash, the bullet flying from the gun and slicing through his mother's head, a splatter of blood and brains following in its wake.  He didn't even notice his father's arm moving again, training the gun back on him.

"See you in hell, you worthless piece of shit," the adult said, and pulled the trigger once again.

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"Chuckie!  Chuckie!  Chuckie baby, wake up!"

The border collie pup thrashed in bed.  His body was slick with cold sweat, his sheets wrapped around him, his groin hot with a fresh emission.  "NO!  GO AWAY!  MOMMYYYYYY!"

"Shhhhh, Chuckie, baby, it's me, it's mommy," came a soft female voice, shivering with concern.  She wrapped her arms around the boy, holding him tight to still his struggle.  "Shhhh... Mommy's here, baby."

For a few seconds longer, the boy struggled, the images of the nightmare rapidly retreating as he returned to the land of the living.

"M... Mommy?" Chuck whispered, opening his eyes a bit.

The female stroked the pup's ears, smiling down at him sympathetically.  "Mommy's here, sweetie," she whispered, leaning down and planting a kiss on the pup's forehead.

Chuck blushed and looked away.  No matter how many times he awoke from nightmares, he always felt like a stupid little baby.  He didn't say a word as his mother untangled him from the sheets and picked him up.  He was used to the routine.

The pup buried his head in his mother's chest as she carried him to the bathroom and stripped him out of his soaked pajamas.  He stood before her, his body still trembling, as she wiped him down with a damp cloth, wiping away the sweat and piss from his fur.  Once he was relatively clean, she picked him back up and carried him back to the bedroom.  He noticed her boyfriend standing at the doorway to his bedroom, the male rubbing his eyes as he watched the border collies.

When they got back to the bedroom, Chuck's mother laid him back in bed, and went to the closet.  She returned a few seconds later with a fresh pull-up and pair of pajamas, and redressed him, then tucked him into bed.

"Try to get back to sleep, baby," she whispered, and kissed his forehead before tucking him in.

Chuck whimpered and looked around, squirming uncomfortably in his bed.

The adult chuckled and reached down to the floor, picking up a stuffed rabbit.  "Don't worry, your friend is safe," she whispered, handing the toy to the boy.

Chuck grabbed onto his beloved stuffed rabbit, and clinged tightly to it.  "I love you, Mommy," he whispered.

The female smiled and stroked the boy's headfur, then leaned down and gave him one more kiss.  "I love you, too, baby.  Now try to sleep," she said, and stood up, walking from the room.

For about a minute, Chuck laid in bed.  He tried to get comfortable, but then his sensitive ears picked up two muffled voices.  Against his better judgment, the boy slipped out of bed and walked to his bedroom door, glancing down the hall.  The voices were louder, and definitely coming from the master bedroom.  As quietly as he could, Chuck crept down the hall to hear better.

"Isaac, he's just a child!" his mother said.  The two were clearly trying to be quiet, and failing miserably.

"For gods' sake, he's twelve!" the male replied.  "If it was just a once in a while, I could forgive it, but he's been waking up having nightmares two or three nights a week since you moved in!  I can't stand it anymore!"

"He'll grow out of it, just give him ti--" the female began.

"How much more time does he need?  This has been happening for TWO YEARS, Denise!  Even I know this isn't normal for a boy of that age!"

After a few moments of silence, the female muttered something that Chuck couldn't quite make out.  Isaac sighed.

"Fine, Sarah, whatever.  Look, if you want to be mysterious about your life before you came here, fine.  I can't MAKE you tell me anything.  But this boy needs HELP!  Serious psychological help!  You can't honestly deny that!  Do you want that boy to grow up neurotic?"

There was another long pause, this one lasting for about a minute.  Finally, Sarah spoke up.  "I... can't afford it," she muttered.

"Bull shit," Isaac replied.  "You can't afford to live here, either.  Look, I'll pay for it, just like I pay for everything else.  I'll even drive the boy to a counselor if I have to!  But please, get that boy some help!  For his sake, if nothing else."

Chuck whimpered softly.  There was something wrong with him.  As quietly as he could, the boy slipped back down the hall and climbed back into bed.  He thought about his friends, and realized that Isaac was right.  He wasn't like the other cubs.  They weren't scared all the time like he was.  They didn't get scared around adult males.  They certainly weren't afraid of penises.  He was broken.  The pup curled up into a little ball under the blankets and squeezed his toy rabbit.

And once again, Chuck found himself asking... was his father right?