The Fear (Part V)

The poor boy tried to overcome the new developments in his life, which were nothing more than feeling permanently watched, knowing that at some point they would come for him. He made an effort to try to lead a "normal" life, but he couldn't avoid becoming obsessed like nightmares do when they have some trauma.

And they were a trauma, beyond consultations, therapies, forgetting, changing universities, breaking with his old circles, with surveillance. Nothing worked anymore.

At night, he felt like he was living through those exhausting and brutal sessions again, but what came back, again and again, was a memory with all the details: the moment he was fucked by a dog.

He relived how the huge black Doberman, the alpha male of all those beasts, penetrated him. He remembered clearly how the dog gave him a few licks on the ass, put his front paws on his back, and penetrated him while breathing intensely, starting to feel that intense pumping in his ass, perceiving indescribable pain as the animal's cock pierced and grew inside him, more and more, and attacked him violently, as if he were impregnating a bitch. And in his mind, he felt like a bitch in heat, in painful and humiliating heat. It was a sensation too strong to forget. He had a 25 cm cock in his ass, and he was stuck to that animal for more than 25 minutes. He felt like that cock grew inside him and expelled about 200 to 300 cm3 of canine semen. The most traumatic memory was seeing that dog with semen dripping from his cock mixed with his blood: That image haunted him, along with the pain of the tear, literal and metaphorical, of his human condition. That night, he felt like an animal, and every time he remembered it, he felt it again.

He woke up sweaty and startled, and then, with great difficulty, tried to fall asleep. Those nightmares were recurring. The frequency increased when the nature of Elían was revealed, an instrument of the Lord to keep him controlled.

Every weekend, Elían was with him, to make him aware that he had an owner who would claim him at any moment.

Beltrán's academic performance was a disaster, and he failed almost all his subjects. He couldn't concentrate, was mentally exhausted, and suffered a nervous breakdown. The psychologists recommended to his father and mother that he shouldn't continue studying and that he should rest.

Beltrán was really overwhelmed, tense, nervous, waiting for the worst. He was a time bomb. It was in those circumstances that Elían told him:

The Lord wants to see you. Find a way to leave the country and ask for vacation time to go to Brazil or Argentina.

Okay, I'll do everything possible.

No, this is not a suggestion, it's an order. You have 20 days to fulfill the order.

Beltrán knew it was inevitable, that it wasn't worth evading his destiny, that he couldn't escape his owner's will. It was so definitive that he even felt relieved, because he...