+OK! So big forewarning here incase you didn’t see it already, THIS IS A CUB/TEEN M/M story!
It involves the cub abusing the daylights out of his babysitter and wrecking him. If this isn’t your thing leave now! Run while you still can! However if you’re among the various sick folks like me who’d enjoy this then sit back and enjoy the ride.

	Roman groaned a bit as he headed down the sidewalk towards the house he’d be ‘sitting’ at. His girlfriend was sick, so as he’d put it to his friends, “The bitch can’t watch the lil brat like she said she would so now I gotta do it FOR her. What a drag...” Roman was a handsome strong jawed lion. Thick full mane of sandy colored fur already growing in, bright green eyes, good well kept teeth and the build of a proper quarter back. Strong, lean, able to take a punch and damn well wishing he could do anything else tonight. As much as Roman enjoyed the act involved in making cubs, in general he couldn’t stand them himself. They tended to smell, they were stupid and they asked stupid questions. He’d finally arrived now at the house, clad in his letter jacket, jeans and high tops, frowning at the door. 
	He sighed put on a smile and knocked on the door. A somewhat frantic Vixen answered, her breasts nearly in his face, well at least the perks so far were good he thought. “Oh thank goodness! I was in such a panic when I heard Christy was sick!”, the vixen said while ushering him inside, even better he thought the lady was in just a towel. Maybe this would be alright. She was rattling off rules and numbers now. Typical babysitter stuff, though Roman really wasn’t paying any attention at all, he was stealthily grabbing more peeks at the vixen’s ample breasts and full rear before she zipped up the nearby stairs giving him one little peek under the towel as she disappeared into her room.
	Roman was still smiling about the eye candy when he heard a little voice behind him, “So...you’re Christy’s boyfriend right?” It was the boy, Thomas. Well the boy wasn’t much to look at, but then he was 12. A little cute Arctic fox boy, his eyes a bright blue, fur a stark white with black ‘socks’ on his paws and black on his tailtip and eartips. The boy was wearing just a pair of overall shorts and smiling up at Roman, who frowned back at the boy. “Alright squirt, here’s the deal. I didn’t want to do this, I don’t even wanna be here so make sure you’re quiet and don’t do anything stupid while I’m here.” The lion said, before giving the boy a commanding glare while he was at it. Thomas’ ears went back, and his tail went between his legs, “erm...I...o..okay...”he said, his voice a bit shaky. Roman smirked, well maybe this wouldn’t be that hard ether. The boy was scared of him.
	Thomas’ mother was soon out the door to whatever it was she had planned for the weekend, Roman couldn’t be arsed to listen enough to hear it. Once she was gone he immediately headed for the kitchen and opened up the fridge. A toothy smile showed on his face as he snagged out the cold beer inside. It was a can, not the best brand but it’d do. “Y...you shouldn’t drink that you know...”, Piped up the little fox boy from the door. Roman glared at him, deliberately popped the beer open right there and took a long drag off it. “I thought, I said to hush up kid.”, he glared at the boy again as he walked past him giving the boy an uncomfortably rough ruffle as he went to the living room. Now if they had porno access on the TV things were completely golden.
	That unfortunately didn’t work out. Roman flipped though for awhile, settling on a horror movie he figured would scare the pup out of the room. Thomas winced at some of the imagery, but he didn’t leave the room. He looked up at Roman and frowned again, “You know...Christy says you drink too much too...You really shouldn’t sir.”
	Roman frowned at the boy, who he realized was steadily getting blurrier in his vision. “I’ll do whatever the fuuckk I wannt. Mppnh...” He eyed the beer, it was just a cheapo, why was he getting loaded? Thomas then gave him a downright chilling smile, “True...but it also makes you go for a single remaining beer in a fridge that obviously doesn’t normally have them. My mom’s not a drinker. Not even a liquor cabinet in the house. So...where’d that beer come from?” Roman slurred out a growl and tried to lunge at the boy, but ended up face planting the ground. His last sight before darkness took him was Thomas giggling at him.

	Roman groaned softly as he woke. His head was spinning, he felt a bit sick and his vision has spots across it. It took him a few moments to realize he was naked, just in his sandy mane with it’s trail heading down his chest towards his crotch and the yellowish tan that made up the rest of his fur. His large balls sat on display, each easily the size of a good tennis ball and his sheath above it showed not much in the way of thickness, he had little reason to be ‘hard’ right now after all. He frowned and tried to close his legs, finding they were bound to the chair he was sitting in, a heavy metal one which he soon realized had to be in the basement of the house. Would explain why he was so sore too, the kid must have dragged him down the stairs. 
	His head snapped up, clearing a bit, “Thomas! you little shit get out here and untie me NOW!” He also realized looking down now, he had on a muzzle keeping his mouth clear to talk, but penned in from biting. What the hell did this fucked up kid have in mind?!
	Thomas then stepped from the darkness, the boy was in a white lab coat, a black shirt and some black slacks, tching his tongue softly as he scrawled down some notes onto a clipboard. “Same ‘power fantasy’ as the last one. You Jocks are so predictable... Maybe I aught to see if Christy can attract some different stock next time.” That one confused Roman, “wait...wait that bitch is in on thIIIIIIISSSSSHHHHHHIIIITTTT!” Roman shouted out as Thomas slapped the clipboard hard across the lion’s exposed male nuggets. The position he was in, legs spread and bound put them on display easily leaving his manhood entirely at the boy’s mercy. 
	Thomas sighed and shook his head, “Do be quiet I’m still writing Roman, it’s awfully rude to interrupt you know.” He continued to write as Roman tried to get his head together. The kid had obviously lost his mind or something. He had to be smart about this. “If you don’t let me up right now Thomas your mother’s going to hear about all of this!”, Roman grinned, he was sure the kid would be wetting himself. Instead he let out another pained screech as his balls were slapped again by that unforgiving clipboard.
	Thomas sighed, “Roman, give this a moments thought, which is she more likely to believe, you saying I drugged you and brought you down here, or.” Thomas then switched expression entirely, his eyes watering with tears, “Mommy it was so scary! The baby sitter! He had a buncha scary people over and they drank funny water and did r..really weird things! Please don’t leave me with him again mommy please!!!” Thomas’ expression went back to that frighteningly sly smile again as Roman gulped. “Good. I see we understand each other then don’t we Roman.”
	The lion nodded and frowned, “y..yeah you lil creep....fine just...d..do whatever messed up thing you got in mind and let me up.” Thomas smirked a bit and shook his head. As usual no idea what was coming. Thomas set his clip board down, tugged on some latex gloves and then padded up close to the lion, “Well now to start the first set of scientific trials. I’m curious about a vast many things Roman. The first being pain tolerance.”
	Roman’s world spun and he yowled out loudly as the boy planted a stunningly potent punch right in the feline’s nuggets. Then another fist struck Roman’s poor exposed balls. Then another, the cub’s fists pounding that feline bean bag good and hard. Roman had never been ‘racked’ like this before. Sure he’d taken a shot to the nuts or two, what guy hadn’t? But this was quite different. His balls were pinned to the metal chair with each punch, pinching them hard with every heavy impact. He groaned and lolled his head back as the sixth punch hit and realized with a shock his cock was getting hard. With the seventh punch it’d gotten fully hard, the lion’s proud shaft and barbs twitching in the air. Thomas stopped and regarded it, rubbing a gloved finger along it. “Interesting... not many of them got aroused from it...hrm.” The boy turned to his clip board and scribbled down some more notes.
	Roman for his part was trying to get his head in order. Why the fuck was he getting hard from being hit in the cubmakers?! What kind of sick drugs did this kid feed him!? That was cut off however, when Thomas picked up a thick leather paddle and slammed it into his aching orbs. Roman let out a wail of pain from it and doubled over, coughing in pain with a sick twitch in his belly. Thomas however frowned, “Christ, I would have though a quarterback would have more pain tolerance than this. I mean hell that soccer player Christy brought me last month took his hits better than this.” Roman dimly remembered the guy, a Dalmatian, strong, lean and had moved after Christy broke up with him. Well that had been what he heard, no one had seen the guy at school again.
	Thomas hefted the paddle again, “hrmn, then again you are still hard. Oh why not a few more couldn’t ‘hurt’” The boy snickered and Roman tried to shout for him to stop, but it cut off into a loud yell of pain. The fox boy didn’t stop this time at one, he cracked the thick leather paddle across those big lion eggs over and over. Smacking them to the left, to the right, from above and below. Roman lost count of how many times his balls were slapped, the thick nuggets aching like crazy when the boy stopped and tears slipped down Roman’s cheeks. He hoarsely begged, “Co..common kid p..please...d..don’t you...don’t you think th..that’s enough l..let me up please?”
	Thomas just giggled. “Oh come now, I’m not even close to finished.” He smiled, and picked up a rubber ring, and slid it down the lion’s shaft letting it snap down on the root of his cock. Roman winced, it didn’t really ‘hurt’ per se, but it made his shaft throb all the harder. “Now then, need to do a visual inspection on these before we go further so do hold still.”, The boy said as he broke out a razor and some shaving cream. Roman whimpered and tried his best not to squirm as he felt the stuff rubbed into his aching sac. The cool stuff helped really, till the razor dragged across the already bruised and angry skin. It added a burn to that ache he was feeling, making the big lion’s eyes tear up again. Each slow scrape with the cool steel blade made him stiffen, till finally he felt Thomas splash his balls with a bit of cold water.
	It was a relief, till Thomas rather roughly grabbed the slightly purpled but mostly red bag of lion malehood, tugging at it, twisting it to catch every angle and smirking a bit at the sounds the lion made. “Hrm...still fully intact too. Well your pain tolerance might be shit but they do seem to hold up well under a bruising. I can’t wait for a closer look.” 
	Roman blinked at that, “c...closer look...w..what the fuck to you mean ‘closer look’ you were just starin at em.” Thomas just giggled as he wrote down more things on the clip board, flipping to a new page as he snagged a box. “Oh don’t you worry Roman. I have plans and you’ll see them soon enough.” The boy opened the box, and withdrew a long thin metal rod. Roman had never seen it before, but for some reason he cringed and tried to wiggle back from the boy. Nothing good could come of this he was sure.
	Thomas smiled a bit as he came back over, the box in one paw, and the rod now dripping with a bit of medical lube. “You’re probably wondering what this is right? It’s called a ‘sound’ or ‘sounding rod’. Doctors use it to examine the inside of your cock and your prostate.” The cub grabbed Roman’s cocktip, holding it steady and making the lion moan. “I..inside my ...oh god..y..you get that thing the fuck away from me!”, Roman started to squirm as much as he could, trying to tug his cock free of the cub’s surprisingly steely grip as the sound was put in position. Thomas grinned, and mouthed ‘no’ to the lion in response, before forcing the tip of the sound into Roman’s cocktip.
	Roman winced hard, but it wasn’t so bad really. The rod burned a bit going in, but the lube helped a lot. The idea was making him twitch though, shoving a rod down his dick? He gasped when it hit his prostate though, his cock giving a hard flex from it. Thomas smiled, and slowly drew the rod back out. “Little to no reaction... well not to be unexpected, that was the smallest one after all.” Thomas said as he scrawled down a quick note, then picked up the next size up. Roman’s eyes went a little wide, the first one had been thin, this one was as thick as a pencil! “N..no..no way get that away from MEEEEE!!”, The lion squealed out in pain as the thicker rod wiggled down his cock. It stung and burned as it made it’s way down his cock, the lion’s powerful legs flexing in their bonds, trying to pop free with no success. Thomas smirked and slowly pushed the sound back and forth inside the lion’s cock, twisting and angling it to make it poke uncomfortably about within Roman’s shaft. He rubbed his chin though as he put it in nearly as deep as it could go without taking it out. “You know... I think it’s time for a little more stimulus for you. Only fair considering where this is all headed.”
	Roman panted hard, looking dazedly after Thomas as he got up and padded away. He looked down to his cock and winced, seeing the bulge along the shaft. He didn’t catch the boy going behind him. Then he shouted out in pain, wincing as a thick butt plug was forced under his tail.”YOU LITTLE BASTARD! STOP IT! STOP ITTTTT!”, Roman shouted out as the big toy forced into him and popped into place. His tailstar burned from the spread and Thomas giggled at him. “Oh please, you’re still hard just fine and besides, you’re going to love this.”,Thomas smiled and flicked on the vibrator for the plug.
	Roman let out a rather startled gasp. He’d felt the pressure of the toy sending some odd shivers up his spine, but with the vibrator on he couldn’t help but let out a nearly sluttish moan. His cock twitched, and the sound moved a bit in it, his pre trying to push it’s way up the blocked length. “Guh..g.gahh..g..get it..o..out...p..please...”, He begged though a ragged pant as the fox boy just snickered and snagged his clip board again. “Total....butt....slut...”, the boy said as he wrote it down, smirking at the bound lion.
	Roman tried to growl but it just came out as a pleasured groan. He closed his eyes tight, panting and letting out another loud moan as the fox boy slipped the rod out of his dick. The ache in his crotch was incredible, but some how it was like it resounded off the pleasure under his tail. Each pulse from the other bouncing back and forth though his body and making him quiver. The big lion couldn’t focus and the fox’s paw starting to stroke him didn’t help that, making him shiver and his tip spit more slick spatters of pre. Roman winced and tried to push the growing feelings down, he tried to ignore it. He couldn’t cum from this little bastard’s abuse but his barbs were already stiffening.
	Then the little fox gripped one of those barbs with a set of tweezers and tore it right off his cock. Roman had never felt that kind of pain before, letting out a keening wail of pain very much unlike the jock who’d walked in the door. He panted and whimpered softly, shivering s he looked down to see the little trail of red leaking down his cock. “Wh...why the...why the f..fuck...” The fox boy grinned at him and shrugged, “I dunno, seemed like it might get an interesting reaction.. and I was quite right. I wonder if you can keep a hardon if I remove them all...” Roman’s eyes opened wide he tried to plead but the boy already grabbed the next barb before he could and firmly ripped it from it’s moorings.
	The fox didn’t stop there, one by one he plucked away the lion’s proud barbs, shearing his cock of them one by one. He saved the ones on the lion’s tip for last though, each one he did slowly, tearing it from the proud lion who bellowed in pain ever time another was taken from him.
Roman was in a cold sweat by the time the boy finished, and he saw the boy pull out a heated sottering iron! “W...w..wait  wait please...”, The boy grinned and giggled softly. “Naww this is for your own good not mine. Can’t have you bleeding out.”, the boy’s smile took on that cold creepy manner it had earlier. He gripped Roman’s cockbase, and swiftly poked the burning heat into the lion’s cock, sealing up every little bleeding wound with a sizzle of cooking flesh. Roman tried to shout out, but he just couldn’t, his throat was raw from losing his barbs. He just squeaked out meekly in pain with each burn on his poor abused cock. He could barely feel the metal sound stuffed down his cock now.
	The fox smiled and set the heated iron down, picking up his clipboard and even doing a little sketch of the lion’s poor abused junk. He giggled a bit, and gave the lions angry red balls a good squeeze with his paw. “mmmh just about ready for the main event I think...”the boy giggled and put down the clip board and tugged over his box of sounds, and pulled out the thickest one from the box. It was easily as thick around as a man’s thumb with a tapered tip to help it go in. Roman paled, “w...wha....n..no ..no please tha..that’ll te..tear it to peices!”
	But the lion’s pleas of course went ignored. Thomas tugged the first one slowly out and dropped it with a metal clatter. Roman closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to watch, but he could certainly feel as the sound’s tapered end pressed against his tip. Thomas gripped it the lion’s tip tight with his other paw. “And now for what I really wanted to see, how far can a jock’s cock reaaaally stretch!”, Thomas grinned with glee and shoved it roughly forward, the thick tip making  the lion’s tip open out hugely thanks to the thick tool. Roman some how managed to muster out another loud roar of pain, the pain of his cock stretching, and then ripping was incredible. His body twisted and contorted in his bonds but he couldn’t manage more than a few inches of change in the way he was held. His claws dug into the chair so hard that one of them snapped like a twig.
	Thomas didn’t stop though, he lent his whole weight behind the metal tool, and he snickered softly, seeing little drips of red starting to ooze out along the sides of the thick metal sound. Whats more he could see as Roman’s cocktip split in places, the opening unable to handle the stretch, slicks of red starting to drop down to the ground. Roman’s voice caught in his throat. He couldn’t even scream now. Not so much because the pain was ‘breaking’ him though, the removal of his barbs has felt more painful really. No this was just the sheer horror of the fact he knew this was breaking his cock. I could feel rips and tears inside it, along the outside of it. Every inch deeper was another part of it that he knew would never be ‘usable’ again to mount a girl. He finally let out one last squeak of pain as the thick sound went fully in, the rounded tip of it showing from his ripped cocktip. It had split like a blooming flower when it tried to manage the sound’s full width.
	Thomas meanwhile was smiling, and took a few photos of the torn up cock. There were even some fissures along the sides where the skin has pulled too taut and now was drooling red drops onto the floor. It wasn’t untill Roman felt the growing heat from the sound that he seemed to come around. He couldn’t talk anymore, he just stared in horror at the grinning boy, who was holding the heating iron to the end of the sound. “Well, I can’t leave you bleeding out on the inside now can I? What fun would that be.”,Roman mewled pathetically, trying to weakly wiggle his way free, tears matting his cheeks as the searing pain grew. He couldn’t even shout at this point his throat felt raw and cracked as the burning increased, some whips of smoke or steam coming from his cocktip. He couldn’t tell, but eventually the boy did tug the sound and heating iron away. He just stared at the damage done, his cock looking like a road map of pain. He couldn’t even feel it really now, and in a way he was glad. Be it shock or that it’d been ‘cooked’ he couldn’t tell but all he could sense was a dull low throb beyond his senses. Pain was there, but his mind just wasn’t processing the signals properly anymore.
	Thomas was in motion again, and after writing down a few more notes he picked up a scalpel. “I just need to collect my specimen then you’re all set to go Roman. Isn’t that a shame? We’re almost done.”, the boy said with a giggle. Roman for his part felt relief at first, his ordeal was over. But what did the boy mean by specimen? It was then he mustered one last sound from his throat, not even a scream really so much as a wide eyed tear mewl of defeat. Thomas was slowly sawing the scalpel though his scrotum, cutting that sharp blade slowly though each cord. Roman’s body twitched and spasmed, too weak to properly resist after all this as he felt the first cord fray, then snap under the scalpel. He wanted to shout stop, but what was the point? His dick was ruined anyway. Wasn’t Thomas actually doing him a favor at this point?! He couldn’t even believe he though that, till he felt the second cord cut away, his balls gone and a numb sense of loss filling his gut.
Roman dimly felt the wound tended to, sewed shut and sealed with a bit of touching from the heating iron. He looked up though his tear blurred eyes, and saw Thomas rigging up his former balls being rigged up onto a little ‘hanger’ to make them sit like they were still attached to their owner, hanging in the fleshy sac. He then put the apparatus into a glass jar, filing it with preservative fluid and closing up the top. He smiled to Roman and said, “another excellent addition to my collection. Thank you Roman, really.” The boy then placed it with other jars. His own bearing his name on the label. He couldn’t count how many others were there, his head was swimming and dizzy. He could certainly tell he’d say ‘too many’. Blackness finally rushed up to meet him, and Roman passed out.

A few days later Roman was found. He was so full of booze he couldn’t speak right or even walk, and his ‘maiming’ was something he refused to ever talk on. The doctors ‘saved’ his cock, but only to the sense he still had something to piss though. He’d never sport a proper hardon ever again. In fact if anything the orifice was better for ‘being filled’ than filling others now. Thomas simply said that Roman had flaked half way though the night and left. After all, he was a jocky drinky jerk already. Who would ever suspect Thomas of anything at all....