Manhunt

by Sebastian

Warning: - nasty story

Rated: A

Pairing: Mulder, Krycek X-Files

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A Forest, near Bodfish, California

Late Evening

The man running through the trees was getting short of breath.

In the dark, with the dogs on his heels, he had become disorientated, and the track where he had left his car, which he knew should only have been five minutes away, hadn't appeared after twenty minutes of frenzied searching. The terrain was rough, second-generation woodland, the ground littered with slimy, gnarled branches that had been abandoned by the loggers years before. He knew he had only a few minutes more before it was all over: before they caught him.

It had all seemed so simple earlier. "Watch them," he'd been told. "They're just a small-town cult. They don't know what they're dealing with, but we've heard something special's going down tonight. Find out what it is…Don't interfere, just watch."

And that's all he had done, but others had been watching too - the cops, the Feds - and they'd been told to pounce. The gathering had scattered as the dogs and men had appeared in their midst, fleeing in every direction, and he'd fled too, back to the track, the one that wasn't there any more.

Amongst the shouts and howling, one group was now louder, clearer, the flashlights strobing eerily between the tree-trunks. A cry,

"I see one of 'em. Go get'm boy."

A swift scurry of paws, racing towards him, and he knew he was finished. He turned, pulling out his gun, reluctant to shoot because it would attract other cops, but he had no options left. The dog was on him before he could aim, 170 pounds of powerful muscle and snapping teeth. Well-trained, it went for his gun-hand, knocking him to the ground and holding his arm tightly in his jaws. The gun span from his grasp, hopelessly out of reach.

Within seconds two burly cops were looming over him, grinning ferally as he shrieked in pain and begged them to pull the dog off. Despite his heavy leather jacket, the dog's canines had penetrated his skin and the bloodsmell had enraged the mastiff; it was growling deep in its throat and worrying the man's arm, trying to tear through the coat's thick hide.

A chink of metal, and the man felt the familiar bite of a handcuff on his free arm, then it was dragged over and secured to the other. The policeman pulled back on the dog's collar, saying,

"Drop'm, Kip, drop…good boy, let'm go now." and the dog reluctantly released the arm and began to jump up and bark excitedly at its master as it was put back on the leash.

The man lay whimpering in agony, the wrists in their cuffs pulled up against his chest as he tried to cradle his injured limb. The other cop stood above him and shone his flashlight into the man's face.

"Let's see what we got here then, Jeff." he said, studying the clean-shaven face below him, still beautiful in its pain. The man was dark-haired and green-eyed, with features a little too delicate to make him handsome. In his thirties, probably, muscular and fit.

"He sure don't look like one of them cult fellas, too goddam healthy. Wadd'ya think, eh?"

"Let me get a proper hold of this darn dog an' I'll come'n look."

The other policeman approached, restraining the dog with difficulty as it attempted to sniff and paw at its erstwhile quarry.

"Yup, y'right, Pete, he's not skinny an' pasty enough for that crowd. But he sure was scared…got a gun, too."

"Hey, who are ya, fella? What's ya name?" asked Jeff. The man on the ground didn't reply, the truth was forbidden, a lie pointless, since his gun and his abortive escape pointed to some culpability. He'd bide his time 'til he could overpower these hick cops and make his exit. Glaring defiantly at the officers, he kicked out at the mastiff, trying to discourage its attentions.

"Fuck, leave m'dog alone, asshole. He's jus' doin' his job."

"Then keep the mangy hound away from me Jeff." growled the man.

"Cunt." muttered Jeff, pushing the man, who was struggling to sit up, back to the ground with his boot. "Search him Pete. Maybe we'll find whatever it is those Fed guys are lookin' for."

The search yielded nothing but a bunch of keys, a sharp hunting knife and several hundred dollars in notes. No identification, no scraps of paper, not even a forgotten receipt in the depths of the man's many pockets.

"Looks like we got ourselves a mystery man. 'Spect he's on file somewhere, those Feds'll know who he is. Shit, can't ya control that dog, it's gettin' mud all over my pants."

The dog was straining energetically at the leash, whining and slobbering, its breath wheezing into its lungs in its urgency to get at the prisoner.

"'M sorry, Pete. He's a good dog, but he's young. Chases like this, they get'm all worked up. He needs to hump somethin', an' in Kip's mind, that somethin' ought to be our boy here, 'cus he caught him."

"Fuck, not goin' t' be like that all the way back to the friggin' station, is he? It's an hour's ride."

Jeff sniggered "'Fraid so. 'Til he gets'm a bitch, leastways. 'Less ya don't mind him comin' off on y'car seats? He'll calm right down once he's shot his load."

Pete looked down at the prisoner and grinned. "Maybe we ought t' reward Kip then," he drawled, "he did a good job."

Jeff grinned back, saying, "That's a real good idea. He deserves a bitch, and this fella looks like trouble, a mite too cocky. Kip'll put him in his place."

The prisoner looked from one to the other in disbelief, and started to scramble to his feet. "You've got to be joking." he snarled. "What d'you think I am, you motherfuckers."

Pete grabbed the back of his jacket collar, and jabbed his gun in the man's ear, keeping him on his knees.

"Not so fast, boy. Get those jeans down. You've got a dog to service, an' it ain't possible to do that standin' up." There was the snick of a gun being cocked, and Pete continued, "Wouldn't like to have to shoot ya for resistin' arrest."

The policemen's faces were set, determined. The man's eyes flicked nervously around the area, looking for succour, a way out, but there was none, he was trapped.

"Oh, shit, " he breathed "I'll have done it all now."

His bound hands fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, and he tried to get them off, but on his knees, and with his wrists fastened together, it wasn't easy. Jeff had loosened the dog's lead a fraction, too, and its cold nose was snuffling at the exposed skin, its enormous soft tongue snaking out and wrapping round the prisoner's cock and balls as they emerged from their confinement.

"Jes-us" said the man shakily, abandoning his attempts to undress, and shifting his hands to give the dog better access to his groin. The dog's nose delved inside his fly and he felt the wet warm eager licks bathing his thighs, reaching round behind his scrotum to nudge at his ass-crack, lifting his prick as it swelled and lengthened.

"Well, just look at that." mocked Jeff. "Ol' Kip's picked hisself a real willing bitch. Help him get his pants off Pete, I'll cover you. Let's see'm spread out properly to be fucked. Don't want him gettin' off on a doggy blowjob before Kip's had his fun."

Jeff pulled the dog away. It growled and whined in frustration, its raw red penis just peeping from its furry sheath. Pete holstered his gun and, pushing the prisoner over to rest on his hands, roughly tugged his jeans and briefs down to his ankles and pulled them off with his shoes.

"Leave his coat, Pete, or he'll get all scratched up with the dog's claws."

The man shivered as the cold night breeze swept over his naked buttocks, glowing eerie white in the flashlight's beam against his black jacket and the dark woods.

"C'mon officers, you've had your joke, don't you think you should stop now? I'll co-operate with you, and I won't say a word about this."

Another voice, a familiar voice, answered, a hint of amusement in its tone, "That would be animal cruelty, don't you think? You can't tease a dog like that, and expect to get away without running foul of the law."

The prisoner sagged in relief, silently whispering, "Thank God". The policemen looked at each other in consternation.

"It's that Fed, Mulder." muttered Pete. "Pretend we were just winding the guy up."

The agent, incongruously elegant in his business suit and long coat, joined the group.

"Hello." he drawled, looking down at the familiar features of his lover, Alex Krycek, with a greedy smile and a raised eyebrow.

"Hello, yourself." retorted Krycek, flushing with embarrassment.

"Hey, do you two guys know each other?" asked Pete, sensing an unspoken meaning in their words.

"Oh, no." replied Agent Mulder, slowly, deliberately, "I've never seen this man before in my life."

Krycek glowered up at him and mouthed "Bastard."

Mulder looked blandly at the policemen. "Please carry on, officers. I don't like to see a dog suffer, and Kip there looks more than ready to go."

By now, a good six inches of pointed dog-cock were hanging beneath the animal's belly, obscenely scarlet and glistening, like a dangling loop of gut against the rich brown fur.

"We were just kiddin', Agent Mulder. He wouldn't tell us who he was, so we thought we'd scare'm a little bit. We weren't goin' to do nothin'."

"Oh yes, you were." laughed Mulder. "I've been listening. Hurry up, if you're going to do it, or we'll get another group stumbling on us. Will it hurt him, by the way? We don't want to get charged with brutality."

"It won't hurt'm none, if he don't try to get away. Be a bit sore for a few days, is all. Y'know anything about dogs, sir?"

"He doesn't need to know anything, you moronic hillbillies," interjected Krycek, struggling to his feet, and backing away, "because he's not going to let you do this, are you Agent Mulder?"

Jeff released Kip, and he dodged nimbly behind the prisoner, snapping and growling, herding him back towards the others.

"For fuck's sake, you're a federal agent, Mulder, there must be a million laws against this." he pleaded.

Mulder rolled his eyes heavenward for a few seconds and pursed his lips in thought. "Nope, can't think of a single one. May as well go ahead then. Why don't you two officers restrain him and bend him over that tree-trunk behind you, and I'll find something to use for a gag."

It was several minutes, because Krycek struggled like a demon, before they had him spread across the log and gagged with a piece of cloth that had once been his underwear. Mulder pinned his hands to the ground by standing on the link between the handcuffs, apparently oblivious to the fact that his weight was resting partially on his lover's hands. Pete had one leg in a firm hold, the other had been lashed to the log with Kip's leash, because Jeff had his hands more than full trying to hold back the frantic dog.

"Shall I let Kip warm 'm up a bit, sir?"

"Fine, Jeff, carry on."

Kip was allowed closer to Krycek's ass, and began licking it with relish, taking long sweeping strokes up the cleft in Krycek's buttocks. The tongue massaged the back of his hanging ball-sac and stroked sensuously along his shaft, impelling it to full and aching hardness in less than a minute. Mulder was amused to see Alex's resentful glower quickly transformed into slack-jawed arousal by the dog's avid ministrations, to hear his angry grunts and snarls turn into imploring whimpers.

Tearing his eyes from his quivering and increasingly submissive lover, he turned to Jeff and said, "OK, what do I need to know that's different about dogs."

"Well, sir, they're made a bit different. Them bitches, they're not always obligin', y'see. They're not always inclined to stay put after they're mounted. So a dog's prick has this swellin' near it's base, called a knot. It pushes this thing right up inside the bitch, an' as the dog gets more excited, the knot swells up, pluggin' that pussy up tight. It won't pull out, won't let the spunk out either. When that happens, y'say those dogs are tied. No way to get them parted without hurtin' 'em 'til that knot shrinks back down. That's what'll happen to our boy here. Unless he's willin' to split his ass-hole apart, he'll have to take Kip 'til the dog's had enough of him. If he keeps still, worse that can happen is he'll be sore from the stretchin'. Won't tear 'm, so long's he don't struggle none."

Mulder's eyes grew wide with wonder, and not a little envy. "How long are they tied?" he said reverently.

"No more 'n fifteen, twenty minutes usually." He sniggered. "Of course, sometimes it goes wrong 'n the vetinary has to separate 'em."

By now, Alex was completely aroused, and had yielded all dignity in pursuit of the dog's blissful caresses. Thrusting his body back towards the animal, he was shamelessly spreading his thighs as far as he could, giving muffled groans and yelps when the dog stroked the drips from his cock-head, or delved with its tongue inside his tight puckered ass-hole.

"Reckon they're both ready, sir. I'm goin' to let the dog go. You'll have to back up once he's on, he gets snappy with strangers when he's humpin' a bitch. Maybe ya could get through to the prisoner here not to fight the dog, or he'll get nipped too."

Mulder, without taking his foot from Alex's hands, bent down and, cradling his head, brought his mouth close enough to his lover's ear to whisper privately, "Here it comes, baby. Christ, I'm looking forward to seeing this. You should see the dick on that thing, must be ten inches or more. Did you understand what Jeff said about not struggling, huh?" He felt Alex's head nod in his hands, and there was a grunt that sounded vaguely like 'yes'.

The dog scrambled excitedly onto Krycek's back, frantically thrusting to find a sheath for his swollen member. The tip stroked along Alex's crack, and Jeff, realising his dog would have difficulty locating his target, gently took his cock, and positioned it at the hole, hissing with satisfaction as the dog forced his penis-tip into his prisoner's anus. Kip lay along the man, his fore-legs tightly gripping the sides of his chest, his loose jowls drooling onto Alex's neck as he ran his tongue over his nape and ears.

The sensation of Kip's weight on him finally dragged Krycek back from his pleasurable daze, back to the realisation that he had abased himself to a dog, that he was offering his body to the creature. He had been aching to be mounted, to be filled, heedless of the wanton spectacle he was providing for his audience. Hot with shame and fury at his merciless lover's willingness to sacrifice his dignity on the altar of his own self-gratification, he tried to wriggle away from the animal, shaking his head violently and emitting stifled shrieks. But there was nowhere to go, he was cruelly stretched across the log by his captors, helplessly opened to Kip.

The dog's prick slid smoothly and easily into Krycek's spit-slimed ass, and Krycek froze, giving a shuddering groan as the shaft, so much hotter than a human's, embedded itself in his body. Having mounted his bitch, Kip was in no mood to share, warning Mulder off with a curled lip and a vicious snarl. All three men drew back, and Krycek, feeling himself released, tried, without success, to roll the dog off his back, bringing his bound hands up to pull off the gag. There was a rumbling growl and a sharp 'crack' as the dog's teeth missed Krycek's fingers by a hair's breath, then the dog's haunches gave a robust flex, and it thrust its knot past the resisting sphincter and began rutting vigorously.

Standing behind Alex, Mulder savoured the strange sight of his lover's buttocks lifted and parted by the narrow furred hips of the enormous dog. Its tail had been docked and its tight furry balls were clearly visible, rubbing up against the looser, near-naked skin of the man's scrotum. In spite of his humiliation, Krycek's cock was rock-hard, forced downwards against the tree-trunk, the engorged veins shadowed against his shaft, and the swollen and dripping head peeping out from his distended foreskin. Like the rest of his body, it was chafing to and fro across the surface of the log with the animal's rhythm, acquiring slimy green streaks from the slick mossy surface of the rotting bark.

Though the knot's entry had made Alex wince, the sensation as it swelled was incredibly, overwhelmingly arousing. The pressure building on his prostate, combined with the short hard thrusts of the dog's fucking made him moan and gasp for breath, and he gave up all pretence of resistance, and surrendered to pleasure. As his ass-hole dilated more and more to accommodate the dog, and all hope of freedom disappeared, he braced his hands on the ground and relaxed his legs, impaling his body on the invading cock, renouncing his humanity and his manhood.

"Well, jus' look at that, Jeff. Reckon we got ourselves a sissy-boy here."

"Mmm, that's right. Look at him go. Kip's caught hisself a real hot bitch, he's real keen to have his pussy stretched by that hard dog-meat. What d'ya think, Agent Mulder?"

"Nice to see a dirty faggot get what he deserves, officers. Though that fine dog of yours is too good for a filthy twisted cocksucker like him."

Alex looked up at the sound of Mulder's voice. The men had moved round in front of him, to have a better view of the show. In the stark spotlight of the flashlight's beam, Krycek's face was corpse-pale, with hectic spots of scarlet high on his cheeks. Squinting against the glare, he could just make out Mulder's shape standing behind and slightly to the side of the policemen. The Agent had angled his flashlight downwards so that it illuminated his own torso and legs, and he'd pulled his coat back and was slowly rubbing an impressive bulge in his pants.

"Makes you want to puke, doesn't it, seeing how a pervert like that gets his rocks off?" he continued, ironically.

The dog, panting and drooling on Alex's head and neck, continued to lunge into him, riding him hard, rocking him forward and back. But Alex was starting to feel the tightness in his balls, a clenching and liquid electricity in his gut, and knew he was near. Desperately he forced his thighs against the bark, to improve the friction on his prick. His lower back and ass writhed against Kip's warm velvety belly, relishing the silky fur sliding across the skin. And then he was coming, squirting sticky jets of semen onto the leaf-strewn turf, his bloated rectum clamping around the enormous fist that was trapped within.

Krycek flopped, limp, spent, beneath Kip, keening softly as the dog persevered in its search for release, stabbing into his body, grazing his aching guts and ass-hole with its cock. Temporarily relinquishing all hope of escape, he tried to ignore the discomfort and relax, to let Kip use him as a vessel for his lust.

Though Alex was too withdrawn to notice, the others had realised there was another group of searchers, possibly two, approaching them. Their debauched tableau was about to be discovered.

"Fuck, that there's the Lieutenant's hollerin'." whispered Pete. "We don't want him seein' this. He sure as hell wouldn't reckon much to our little game."

"Let's go 'n head 'em off. Agent Mulder, you go 'n see if there's more, me 'n Pete, we'll take care of our boss. Y'can go on back to the vehicles, then, sir. We'll come back for the prisoner later."

"But, surely someone should stay, he might escape."

"No need to worry 'bout that, sir. Them two's tied for ten more minutes, minimum. An' if the dog lets him loose, well, it sure won't let him run away. This boy's his bitch now, he'll want to keep 'm just where he can see 'm. I'll take his weapons, though. Don't want no bullets through ol' Kip."

"You'd better let me have his weapons," said Mulder, holding out his hand, "the FBI will want to trace them."

Handing over the knife and gun, the two police officers made their way from the area. Mulder watched 'til they were out of sight, then carefully walked over to Alex, stopping at a distance that the dog would tolerate, about six feet away.

"I'd take the gag off, but the dog won't let me close enough, my love." he said, smirking at Krycek's enraged expression. He unzipped his fly, and drew out his penis, aching and swollen from its need to join in the fun. His lover looked at the familiar organ, and then up at Mulder's face, giving him a long stare, before raising one of his fingers in a rude gesture and pointedly turning his face away.

"Aw, don't be testy, Alex." laughed Mulder, taking his cock in a firm grasp, and starting to work it. "I'm just going to see that dog come, fill you up with doggy spunk, then I'll get you loose, OK?"

His words earned him another finger.

Frustratingly for Mulder, but satisfyingly for Krycek, Scully's call came from close by.

"Mulderrr, Mull-l-derr."

"Shit, Mommy's calling. Gotta go."

Zipping himself up, he tossed the hunting knife over within easy reach of Krycek's hands.

"Won't give you the gun," he said, dumping it on Alex's discarded clothing, "You'd be too tempted to shoot me in the back." And he sauntered off into the gloom.

An Hour Later

Close to forty cult members had been rounded up by the time Mulder had returned to the police vehicles. He noted with relief that Krycek wasn't amongst the prisoners, though he hadn't really expected him to be. Jeff and Pete were there, however, with a bloodstained bundle. Shame, thought Mulder, the dog didn't deserve to die.

Pete walked over to him.

"That fucking queer-boy must've had another knife, Agent Mulder. He cut the dog's throat. Ol' Jeff there's heartbroken, he was a real good dog."

He grinned, and continued, chuckling "But there's one thing, even after he was dead, he didn't let that prisoner go. Our boy had t' cut the dog's cock off to escape from Kip. No sign of it. Must've stayed swoll up after the dog died, an' he had to run off with it inside him. Hope it rots his guts."

The End

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