Birthday Bash

Shaken awake from his restless sleep, Gregory's eyes snapped open, the little dalmatian already shivering in fear as he heard heavy footsteps approaching the backstage dressing room, naked with his previously white fur coloured by various fluids and stains. Though the thumps from multiple sets of feet were muffled by the closet he was locked inside of, and partially drowned out by the loud ruckus of the popular pizzeria, the puppy had been conditioned to listen to the sounds of the trio of mascots well enough to pick them out from a distance, curling up in the corner of the closet and whimpering as he hugged his knees, praying that his kidnappers wouldn't be taking yim out for some stress relief again. Thankfully for the tiny canine, Freddy and his troop were just backstage for a brief break before having to go out and perform for the crowd of kids already cheering for their return, the big bear slamming the dressing room door open with a huff, followed close behind by the sheepish Bonnie and the always grumpy Foxy. Freddy flopped down onto the sofa, avoiding the big wet stain from the sessions that he'd had with the boy earlier that morning, leaning back to relax as his band mates went to sit down next to him. Before they were able to however, the bear held up a hand with a smirk, kicking off his shoes and pointing down at his feet, 
“Both of you, massage, now~”
Bonnie didn't hesitate, getting on his knees and taking one of the leading man's sweaty feet in his hands, massaging while the fox gave a growl, finally acquiescing after a few seconds longer, even if very reluctantly. 

With a deep moan as the two went to work on massaging his feet, aching from having to strut around on stage all morning long, Freddy reached for the TV remote and clicked it on, surfing around for anything to pass the break with before landing in the middle of a news report. Coincidentally, yet another missing child report about the dalmatian locked in the closet flashed up on the screen, with the newsreader asking anyone with any information about the boy to contact the police. Freddy only chuckled, grabbing a beer from a mini fridge next to the sofa, cracking it open and taking a big gulp of it, smirking at the joyful picture of Gregory that was being shown, remembering back to the cub's miserable frown earlier that day when he was painting the pup's face with his cum. The reports asking for information about Gregory had slowed down considerably over the months the cub had been locked up, going from being shown just about every single hour of the day to now just once a day, if that. Chuckling to himself, Freddy was just about to change the channel when he spotted the boy's birth date written out among the other identifying information, laughing as he pointed at the screen, 
“Would you look at that, it looks like we've got a birthday boy~!”
Gregory heard the bear and the two others snickering through the closet door, gulping as Freddy shouted out to him, 
“Hear that, cutie~? It's your birthday! You should've told us sooner, but don't worry, we'll fix you up a birthday bash you're never gonna forget after all the other twerps clear out for the day~”
Shaking in the corner of the closet, the dalmatian heard another man shouting out in the hallway outside of the dressing room, a worker of the pizza place, 
“Hey, you three! C'mon already, the kids are waiting for your concert to continue!”
With a small groan, Freddy finished his beer before tossing the can away, kicking his band mates away from his feet as he stood up, 
“Speaking of. You just wait in there, and think up of a good wish for when you're blowing out the candles on your cake~”
Already dreading what the men had planned for him, the boy quivered in the locked closet, whimpering quietly as the mascots headed out to continue their performance. 

After waiting around in the near pitch black closet for hours, the only source of light coming from a tiny crack in the door, Gregory heard the pizza place finally beginning to close down, the final few customers driving away as the workers went to work on cleaning the place, leaving after some time as well, all but the three mascots that was. The young dalmatian heard the band he'd been such a fan of before walking back into the dressing room, chatting in a hushed tone and shuffling around for some time, before someone finally clicked the key into the lock on the closet. The door flung open, with Freddy staring down at the frightened and shivering puppy, naked from head to toe besides a colourful party hat perched on his head, his cock already standing up straight and leaking precum as he shouted with his arms spread open, 
“Surprise~!”
The bear yanked Gregory out of the closet, the boy giving a pained grunt as he stumbled onto the floor, on all fours as he looked up to see the gently blushing Bonnie and the lecherously growling Foxy, both likewise sporting only a party hat on them. The blue bunny was slightly trying to hide his excitement at what they had planned out, though he wasn't doing a very good job at it, his cock sticking out from between his pressed together thighs as he gave a sheepish smile, unable to look the boy in the eyes. Foxy on the other hand wasn't nearly as ashamed about his perversion, already gripping his rock hard dick and slowly stroking it as he ran his tongue over his teeth, leering over the whining cub, his eyes trained on the dog's plump ass. Before either of his band mates could jump the defenceless kid, Freddy yanked the dalmatian off the floor, tossing the puppy onto the sofa before grabbing a little gift baggie he'd set aside, handing it to the boy with a playful smirk, 
“Can't have the birthday boy celebrating in just his birthday suit, as appropriate as it might be. Here's your very first gift, just a little something to start you off, there's plenty more still waiting for you~”
With a nervous frown, Gregory peeked into the gift bag, his tail curling down between his legs as he spotted the “outfit” that had been picked out for him, consisting of a red collar made for feral dogs, a little top hat stolen from one of the costume sets, and a jockstrap that seemed skimpy enough to barely even cover anything up. The boy looked up to see all three of the mascots staring down at him expectantly, waiting for him to put on his birthday outfit, sighing with worry as he poured the pieces out, putting them on under the watchful eyes of the trio, his fur standing on end as he listened to the heavy breathing and sounds of Foxy jerking off the entire time. 

With all of the clothes that had been given to him on, much to his chagrin, Freddy grabbed Gregory by his hand, yanking him over in front of the mirror to admire his new getup, smirking while giving the boy a slap on the ass, 
“There, you look a lot more festive now, don't you~?”
Staring at himself in the mirror, Gregory couldn't help but to blush from shame, instinctively squeezing his thighs together and covering up his crotch with his hands. The jockstrap only barely hid his tiny package and sack from view, while also leaving his rump almost entirely bare, his lewd appearance only amplified by the pink collar around his neck as well as the splotches of cum and piss staining his fur, the top hat crowning the ridiculous outfit. Freddy could see that the sheepish cub wasn't a huge fan of the outfit he'd put together, but that was just the very beginning of the grand celebrations he had planned out, grinning as he put a hand on the kid's shoulder, nudging the unfortunate puppy towards the dressing room door, 
“Now, how about those presents we promised you~?”
Gregory was led into the hallway and out of the backstage area, into the open dining room, dark and eerily quiet with just the three mascots and the boy still there. Bonnie ran ahead and flicked a few switches at a control board tucked behind the main stage, turning on a handful of spotlights to light up the area, revealing a small stack of boxes on the stage, all wrapped up in colourful paper and finished with bows on top. One of the tables next to the stage was also laden with food, seemingly leftovers that hadn't been sold off during the daytime operations, though the scent was still enough to make the dalmatian's mouth water after so many days with barely any food besides generous helpings of cum. 

Hesitant to accept anything that his kidnappers were giving him, fully aware that whatever was inside of the gifts would probably just lead to even more torture and rape, Gregory just stood still in front of the stage until Freddy grabbed the first box, shoving it into his hands, 
“Well go on, open it up, birthday boy~!”
With slightly trembling fingers, the boy tugged on the bow and opened it up, pushing aside the lid to reveal a thick, purple dildo, fake veins running down the length of it, a dial on the base of it to control its vibration. Staring at the toy, Gregory gulped as Foxy leaned over his shoulder, whispering into his ear,
“I'm gonna wanna see you put this gift to good use. You don't want to know how I punish ungrateful brats~”
With a frightened look on his face, Gregory set the box down as Freddy immediately shoved another one into his arms, 
“This one's from me, hope you like it, even if you didn't give us a whole lot of time to pick our gifts~”
As soon as Gregory cracked open the lid of the gift box, the stench of sweat stung his nose, causing him to recoil slightly as he groaned and held his breath, still able to smell the strong musk as he opened the box up the rest of the way. Within, the cub found an old and worn jockstrap, off white from heavy use and seemingly never washed, still damp from sweat clinging to it, making his eyes water as the bear grinned, 
“Nice, isn't it~? I usually wear that to keep my junk a bit more hidden while out on stage, but I thought you might enjoy it. Go on, get a real nice whiff of it~”
The bear grabbed Gregory's head, shoving his face into the box with the sweat-soaked jockstrap, smearing his snout against it while laughing, causing him to cough and gag as his nostrils burned from the heavy stench. Lifting his head up as soon as the ursine let go, Gregory tried desperately to wipe off the stink from his fur, only managing to smear it all over his face as he coughed and gagged, getting a smirk from Freddy, 
“Nice, ain't it~? Well, let's see what Bonnie got you.”

The boy opened up the rest of the gifts given to him by his kidnappers, receiving several more dildoes, vibrators, and other sex toys of all sizes and types. He also got a handful more used jockstraps and little girl's panties from Freddy, each just as musky as the last, making him gag and groan as the bear inevitably shoved his face against each pair. Last, but certainly not least, the dalmatian was gifted a set of polaroid pictures of all the perversions that the men had gotten up to with him, taken over the months he'd been locked up, shivering as he stared at the pictures of his face captured while all three mascots were shooting their loads onto his head, tears streaming down his cum-smeared face. The boy could hardly concentrate on the gifts however, constantly eyeing up the table of food sitting right next to him as his stomach grumbled, something that Freddy picked up on quite fast. With the final gift unwrapped, the bear turned to the table of food, pizzas, hot dogs, chips, and a birthday cake laid out on it, getting the cub's mouth watering with just a peek, 
“Getting hungry, are you~? Well, I think it's about time to cut the cake and get some grub in you…”
Gregory immediately lunged for the food, ravenous for just one bite, when Freddy suddenly grabbed onto his tail, yanking him back as he let out a sharp yelp, 
“...but first, we've gotta finish setting the table. You just sit right here and wait~”
The leading man sat the boy down in front of the table as he and his band mates grinned, gathering around the food with their drippy cocks in their hands, looking like each had been edging for quite a while already. Much to the dalmatian's horror, the trio began jerking off, each one popping like party crackers one after the other, showering the food in their cum. Freddy planted his shaft right into the birthday cake, grabbing the big treat and plunging his dick inside as he came, fucking it while panting with his tongue hanging down the side of his muzzle, giving it a creamy filling before pulling out and glazing the outside of it as well. Just about every last inch of the feast that had been laid out in front of Gregory was caked and covered in cum, his belly giving a growl as he stared at the mess in devastation, getting a smirk from Freddy as the man wiped up a glob of whipped cream from the tip of his girth, licking it up, 
“There we go, much better now. What are you waiting for, dig in already~”
With a sigh, the boy grabbed a slice of pizza coated in the men's seed, groaning as he took a bite, much to the mascots’ delight. 

Finishing his slice of pizza, as well as a good bite of the cake, all of it flavoured with the salty and musky taste of the three mascots’ loads, Freddy gave the cub a pat on the back as he was coughing and whimpering, not fond of the all too familiar taste after having had to guzzle it down for so long. The bear thought that the boy might appreciate a little something to wash down the dinner with, grinning as he grabbed a plastic cup and shoved it into the young dalmatian's hands, making Gregory hold it in front of his crotch as he aimed his tip into it, 
“Here's a warm drink for you, straight from the tap~”
With a soft moan, a fountain of piss erupted from Freddy's tip, immediately starting to fill up the cup with steaming hot pee as Gregory flinched with a terrified look, a few drops splattering onto the boy's white fur as he tried to hold the cup steady, grimacing as it already began to overflow and spill onto him only midway through the bear's piss. With a huff, Freddy flicked off the last droplets still clinging to his dick and laughed at the kid, 
“Well? I gave you a drink, are you going to be rude and turn it down~?”
“N… no… “
With shaky, and very wet, hands, Gregory slowly lifted the warm cup up to his lips, holding his breath as he threw it back and swallowed as much of it as he could muster, gulping it down as the golden liquid ran down his chin and dripped down his chest, immediately gagging as soon as he'd finished the entire drink. Smirking, Freddy pet the puppy's head, watching as the boy desperately tried to cough and spit to get the taste of his piss out, 
“What a thirsty little kiddo~”

With both the gifts as well as the refreshments out of the way, it was time for the party to start properly, both Foxy and Bonnie already waiting impatiently for the main event as Freddy glanced over to the pair, nodding towards the still gagging cub, 
“Let's get the birthday boy up in the limelight~”
More than happy to obey the bear's orders for once, Foxy grabbed the kidnapped cub's hand, dragging the hesitant canine up towards the stage, growling under his breath the entire time, his pent up lust just waiting to be unleashed onto the poor little pup as his knotted cock bounced about between his legs, spilling hefty droplets of precum onto the floor and leaving a trail. Gregory was dragged up onto the main stage, joined by all of the performers as Freddy grabbed a little laptop stashed behind the curtains, giving it a few taps as the big screens situated all around the pizzeria flickered to life. The screens were usually used for displaying information and timetables about the band’s performances, but Freddy had a rather different idea for them this time around, digging around in his secret folders for a while before bringing up a video to play on all of the screens. Gregory watched as a view of a tiny little tiger, barely older than him, came on the screens, tied down on a bed with a big stallion stepping into the screen, the feline's panicked whimpers and sobs blaring out of the many loudspeakers around the pizzeria as the horse clambered onto the bed with the tiger. The striped boy screamed hard as the man spread his cheeks apart, ramming the thick and flared equine cock between them, forcing it into the tiger's tight little tailhole as he yelled for his mommy, shaking while taking the stallion all the way down to the hilt. Terrified of the video, and scared that he'd suffer a very similar situation in just a moment, Gregory's eyes were glued to the crying tiger's bulging belly as Freddy slipped a finger under the tight collar wrapped around his neck, yanking him down to his knees, slapped in the face with the bear's cock as he yelped,
“Like the look of the stallion~? Well, you're in luck, ‘cause I was sort of thinking I might just sell you off to him and get us a new plaything, since you're starting to get a little boring. That tiger bitch was the boy we had before you came along~”
Shivering in terror, the dalmatian could only whimper, seeing the tiger being raped on the screen from the corner of his eye as the bear's cock rested on his snout, filling his nostrils with its sweaty and musky smell as Freddy licked his lips, 
“But first, we're gonna have one last round of fun with you, since it is your birthday after all~”

On his knees, scrambling to hold onto the bear's legs for support, Gregory knew what was coming next, preparing himself both mentally and physically, taking a deep breath as the man slipped a thumb down the corner of his maw, prying his mouth wide open while slowly stroking the cock resting on his snout with the other hand. Freddy's girth plunged down his throat as soon as it was open wide enough, getting a loud gag from the young canine, his eyes immediately watering up as his entire body twitched, tensing up as he felt the already tight collar getting even more tight around his neck, his throat bulging out from the thick cock rammed down it. Grunting hard as he slammed balls deep inside of the boy, Freddy grinned while glancing up at the two other men waiting for their turn behind the dalmatian, neither one wanting to touch the cub without the bear's permission, even if Foxy would never be willing to admit it. Knowing how desperate the pair were, especially the fox with his knotted red rocket twitching in his hand, Freddy took his time with the kid's maw, leaning down to grab the tip of Gregory's tail and lifting it up to flash the puppy's tailhole at the waiting duo, seeing the ravenous appetite on both of their faces as the swollen and stretched out tailhole winked at them. Choking on the man's huge cock, gasping for air every time Freddy pulled back out of his maw, slobber and tears running down and soaking his already messy fur, Gregory's ears were filled with the pained cries of the tiger on the video, the lusty whinny of the stallion buried balls deep in the kitten's asshole making the dog shiver in fear, knowing that'd be his fate as well soon enough if Freddy's threats of him being sold off were indeed true. After making his band mates wait around for a few minutes while he enjoyed the boy's throat squeezing around his cock, Freddy finally nodded for the other two to join in, yanking on Gregory's tail and lifting the poor pup's legs off of the floor completely, leaving the kid suspended in air with one hole stretched around his cock and the other just waiting to be filled, 
“Alright, get in here already~”
Foxy shoved the blue bunny out of the way, just about to plunge inside of the snug hole as he licked his lips in anticipation, stopped when Freddy instead shoved a few fingers into the tailhole, blocking it up,
“Nuh-uh, Bonnie gets first dips. Or second, I guess~”
Groaning with anger, the canine stared at the smirking leading man as Bonnie hurried over, gladly taking the puppy's backside, ramming his cock into Gregory's asshole even as he muttered out a hurried apology, unable to resist even if he felt a twinge of guilt at his perversions, 
“S… sorry, little guy.”

Stuck between the two men like a hog being spitroasted, Gregory whimpered as he was taken from both ends, the two mascots grunting while ploughing into him, a third waiting for his turn off to the side. Getting almost sentimental with the knowledge that this might be the last time he'd be fucking the tiny dalmatian, Freddy thought back to the very first day that the cub arrived at the pizza place, grinning as he remembered how he'd watched the cute kid in the crowd of the show, already imaging the kid with his cock shoved down every hole before Gregory had even been snatched up by the trio. Thanks to the dog snooping around, he'd of course moments later find Foxy jerking off in the backstage dressing room, leading to the mascot raping the nosy little boy and the other two members of the band eventually finding them, ending with Freddy locking the kid up in the closet. And that's where little Gregory would stay for most of the next few months, only being taken out to be raped and abused, his every hole fucked and filled with cum, fed a steady diet of the same thing while being showered with piss and sperm, spending his nights trapped in the tight closet with the stink of the three men clinging to his dirty coat. Grunting as he stuffed the last few inches of his cock down the dog's maw, feeling the cub's throat clenching around him as Bonnie finished inside of the kid, Freddy chuckled while reminiscing about the past, 
“Remember how hard this little bitch would cry every time we gaped his asshole the first few weeks, before he got used to it~”
Bonnie nodded while shuddering, his eyes rolling back as he gasped, feeling the dalmatian's hole milking him dry as he emptied his sack in the pucker, pulling out just for Foxy to immediately shove him aside. The fox grabbed the cub's hips, snarling impatiently as he quickly rammed deep inside, nearly getting his knot into the stretched out hole in the first thrust as the bunny's cum drooled out and ran down his legs, grunting as he began pounding at the thrashing and screaming cub, shoving the dog's mouth against Freddy's dick with every frantic buck. 

Feeling Foxy knotting him, Gregory desperately flailed around and tried to scream with the bear's thick shaft blocking his airway, tears flowing down his cheeks as the canine behind him let out a howl, flooding his already filled tailhole with even more cum, pulling out and letting it all gush down the puppy's backside. Almost immediately, Bonnie took Foxy’s spot, the pair sharing the asshole and swapping out every time one of them came, giving the cub absolutely no respite as his belly bulged out from the amount of cum pumped inside of him. Getting close himself, Freddy grabbed the back of the boy's neck and forced himself as deep down as he possibly could, the kid's lips kissing the base of his cock as he groaned and filled Gregory's belly with his seed, staying deep inside through his entire climax. Just as the dalmatian was on the edge of passing out, the girthy manhood throbbing in his gullet while shot after shot of cum flooded down his chin, the bear pulled out of his maw, leaving him gasping and coughing out globs of cum. While the pup was still dazed, Freddy quickly grabbed one of the musky jockstraps he'd gotten as a “gift” for the kid, wrapping it around the cub's snout and aiming his tip at the squirming dog, releasing a torrent of piss straight at the helpless boy's face. With his tailhole still being drilled, Gregory was very nearly waterboarded with piss, his face covered with the already musky jockstrap as the bear's pee washed over it all, soaking him in the urine as he twitched and screamed as hard as his sore throat would allow, sobbing while straining to get a single breath of air. 

Letting go of the cub shortly after Bonnie had pulled out as well, Freddy let the boy fall to the ground, crumpling up into a puddle of fur stained with piss and cum as he sobbed, curling up while still being showered with shots of cum from Foxy. Grinning, Freddy stared down at the shivering kid for a few seconds longer before wiping his hands on the fox's fur, much to Foxy’s annoyance, stepping over the whimpering boy and hopping off of the stage, taking a seat at one of the tables. Looking up at the monitors still playing the scene of a little tiger being mercilessly raped, the bear spread his legs, still sporting a hard on as he snapped his fingers, pointing at the blue bunny before motioning towards his crotch,
“You, bring your muzzle down here, now~!”
Obeying without question, Bonnie quickly scrambled down from the stage and jogged over to the leading man, getting on his knees between Freddy's legs and grabbing the cum-soaked shaft in his hand, cupping the ursine's nuts with his other hand, pressing his lips against the tip. Freddy immediately slammed his hand on the back of the rabbit's head, shoving the man's mouth down on his cock as he gave a soft grunt, bouncing the slightly panicked and whimpering Bonnie's muzzle up and down his cock while nodding towards Foxy, 
“And you, take the kid out.”
Groaning, the canine immediately crossed his arms with a frown, 
“Why do I have to do it, why not Bonnie?!”
The bear scoffed, pointing down at the bunny with his cock stuffed down Bonnie's maw, 
“He's a bit busy, can't you see~?”
Rolling his eyes, Foxy grabbed the cub by the ankle, dragging the whimpering Gregory down from the stage and across the dining room, grumbling to himself the entire time as Freddy shouted out after him, 
“Sell him to the usual guy. And you'd better get a good price for the little bitch, or I'm gonna take it out of your salary~!”
The bear smirked as he listened closely, hearing the fox slamming Gregory over a chair as soon as the pair were out of view and behind a corner, taking his frustrations out on the passed out kid's tailhole, one last fuck before they'd sell the dalmatian off and start hunting for their next groupie.