It was a cold night.

Vrai should have known better than to go wandering outside without his parents, but they were too drunk and passed out to care where he was. Besides, what kind of 8 year old would understand the consequences of being on his own at night, in the quiet, dingy downtown streets of his home city?

Adjusting his little coat tighter around his young shoulders, the small grey-furred wolf shuffled along as the chill set further into his bones. It was a cold winter, but it hadn't yet snowed-- the wind, however, was biting, especially on the boy who only bore a pair of shorts and a T-Shirt. He didn't know what possessed him to go outside. Part of him was bored and couldn't sleep. The other part was yearning to find parents that loved him.

His journey brought him away from the rows upon rows of houses and into the dingier, industrial parts of town. His legs ached from walking so much but the discomfort was drowned out by the cold and his own curiosity as he stared up at the massive warehouses, his mind wandering as he wondered how much they could fit in them. A light caught his attention and he stared over at a door further down the street, lit by an overhanging light. A sign swung from a small pole, bearing some kind of logo: 'The Merry Windsor', it read. Filled with even more curiosity, Vrai picked up the pace and made his way over, hovering outside the door before he reached up to twist the handle and push it open.

A pungent smell hit his nostrils as he stepped inside, the door swinging shut behind him with thanks to its weight. In front of him sat a wall barely a few metres in length, its top half covered with misty glass. The wall was designed to lead people in single file to the right, where the wall ended and the room opened up completely. It was then that Vrai realised where he was; a bar, and a particularly run-down one at that. Tables, dirty with alcohol and specks of half-eaten peanuts, sat scattered around the main floor, some of them occupied with men drowning their sorrows. Some were full of sleeping men, too drunk to do anything else. On the left hand side sat the bar, tall and imposing, with a gruff man standing behind it polishing a glass. It was like something out of a cartoon, but Vrai knew this was a bad place. He knew what his parents were like when they were drunk, and he had no reason to believe anyone else was different-- but it was warm, and for that he wanted to stay.

Vrai stepped over to one of the bar stools sitting around the main counter and, with some difficulty, managed to heave himself up atop it. He wriggled to get into a comfortable position and then raised his head, paling when the bartender's eyes met square with his own. The old man must have seen Vrai trembling, because he groaned under his breath and turned, grabbing a clean glass from under the counter and holding it underneath one of the taps out front, where Vrai couldn't see. The boy's eyes widened when the man approached him and firmly pressed a glass onto the table in front of him, and the young canine looked down to see the clear liquid within. His nose didn't pick up any scent, but he was still anxious. Not knowing any better, he grabbed the glass with both hands and brought it to his lips. He relaxed when the taste that hit his tongue was neutral and familiar-- water.

He gulped, though not greedily, taking careful sips as he stared up at the bartender, who locked eyes with him for only a few moments longer before turning from him, giving him some privacy. Vrai couldn't help but smile a little, easily receptive to someone being nice to him. As he 'nursed' his drink and relaxed, the warmth soaking through his thin coat and against his fur, he felt a hand clasp his back, startling him. He quickly whirled his head around and was greeted to an older figure, roughly in his 30s, and a canine much like himself-- though Vrai was a wolf, and this man was evidently a husky, given his fur markings.

"Hey there, little guy," The man began, and Vrai sat there nervously, still bringing the glass to his muzzle to drink. "You look a little lost...this is a pretty bad part of town for a kid like you. Where do you live?"

"Um..." Too naive to realise he was being manipulated, Vrai was honest in his answer. "On the corner of Fairview and Oakbank."

"Wow. That's..." The husky frowned. "A good 30 minutes from here. Where're your parents?"

"At home."

"So...you're on your own?" The man questioned and Vrai slowly nodded, staring up at him with his young, innocent eyes. The man had a weird colouration of fur-- a particular light blue around the top of his head, and white underneath around his eyes and muzzle and down his neck. He looked almost like ice. At the boy's response, the man's muzzle stretched into a smile and he patted the boy's shoulder, almost like a father figure would.

"Well, I have a place nearby," He began, his voice low and quiet as the bartender stood at the other end of the bar in deep conversation with someone brooding over their drink. "It's nice and warm and I have a car so I can take you home. Does that sound okay? Better than this run down place, huh?"

Vrai would have known better, if he were a little older, or if he had parents who actually cared for him. But instead, his naivety showed in the way he immediately agreed and slipped from his chain. The man did the same and placed a careful hand on the the back of the boy's neck, rather swiftly guiding him back around the wall and towards the exit. Vrai didn't see, but the man glanced back to make sure the bartender hadn't noticed them slip out into the cool night air.

"U-Um..." The boy began as the husky ushered him down the road, walking a little above a comfortable pace. "What's your name?"

"Me? It's Vati," The canine smiled in response. "How about you?"

"Vrai." The boy introduced himself merrily enough, glad that he'd been offered to get out of the cold and somewhere cosy. The bar was warm, sure, but part of it made him anxious-- maybe it was all the drunkards around. Their short walk lead them further and further away from the bar and in the opposite direction of where Vrai had come from, and they eventually turned a corner onto a darker, more quiet road. Vati barely said a word and continued leading the boy with an encouraging hand until they stopped outside a sleek black door, the wall around it strewn with graffiti. The husky sharply banged on the upper half of the door twice, and then on the bottom twice. He waited, and a few moments later a sharp 'thunk' resounded from behind the door. It eased open, revealing a dark hallway beyond with an array of colourful lights at the end.

"Come on, kiddo." Vati urged Vrai inside and the 8 year old stepped past the lip of the entrance, thereby sealing his fate. He passed a burly man who stood by the door with a chair nearby and they walked down the corridor. Vrai could hear low thumping music that grew louder and louder the closer they got to the other end, and Vrai could see the lights were actually bouncing off the wall rather than emanating from it. When they reached the end, Vati turned to the right and greeted Vrai to an unimaginable sight.

It was a club, though it was clearly intended to be more understated and less hyped up than the usual clubs that Vrai saw along the main road of the city centre. Rather than a large dance floor and deafening music, this one was more like a strip club; there was a central cage in the middle of the room, where a scantily clad feline, tall enough to be a teen, swayed and bobbed to the music, twisting his body in all manner of provocative positions. Small semi-circle couches with tiny tables sat in their own scattered semi-circle on the back side of the room, with a bar sitting just behind it, its surface glowing a luminescent blue. On the other end sat a handful of small booths, more angular and rectangle compared to the other seating, and behind that was an ominous open doorway leading into a hallway around the back.

Vrai was, for want of a better word, stunned. He'd never seen a place like it, and though he was naive and young, the feeling in his stomach told him this wasn't necessarily a good place. Though warm and colorful, Vrai was not swayed, but he was too nervous to back down. A hand on his back effectively made his decision for him, and Vati encouraged the boy over towards some of the empty rectangular seating. Vrai stared wide-eyed at the dancing boy in the middle and, for a brief moment, their eyes meant. His looked so empty.

"Do you want something to drink?" Vati suggested as he gently nudged Vrai into a seat, and the wolf boy shifted anxiously.

"C-Can I go home?" He asked with a mild urgency, but all Vati did was smile.

"A drink first, okay?" He reached out and his hand patted the boy's shoulder again. He lingered, perhaps a little too long, before withdrawing and standing up, stepping away from him. Vrai watched him walk all the way down towards the bar and talk to the man behind the counter.

Vrai nervously glanced around and noticed there were a lot of people standing to the side, dressed up in tight suits or T-Shirts and jeans, with their arms crossed neatly in front of them. They didn't look at him, but as Vrai moved to slide from his seat, he could see the closest one towards him turn his head slightly in his direction. They locked eyes and Vrai felt too scared to move.

After a few minutes, Vati returned with a drink in his hand. The club was warm and though Vrai didn't want to move, he had taken off his coat and set it behind him. The man placed the glass into the boy's hands and tipped it up towards his mouth. Vrai was uncertain, but he felt as if he didn't have a choice and took a sip. A harsh texture hit the back of his throat and burned, and Vrai quickly recoiled away from the glass. Vati quickly took it from him as the boy coughed and gasped, taken by surprise.

"Shh...there we go," Vati soothed, sliding into a seat beside the boy and putting an arm around him, stroking along his outermost forearm. "That's better, right?"

Vrai didn't know what that drink was, but it was bitter and gross. He shook his head and soon settled down at the burning sensation faded, become more aware and more uncomfortable of Vati's hand around his shoulder as time went on. He was beginning to regret going for a walk.

"...I wanna go home." Vrai said after a few minutes of eerie quiet, where they could only hear the quiet sounds of people laughing combined with the loud music. Vati didn't answer him and Vrai wondered if he hadn't spoken up enough. When Vrai parted his lips to speak again however, the man's head turned down towards him and he smiled.

"Hey," He began, reaching with his other hand to stroke under the boy's chin, causing the wolf cub to look up further. "Let's go somewhere more private, I'll make a couple of phone calls, and then I'll take you home. Okay?"

Plied by the thought of getting out of this place, Vrai quickly nodded and scooted towards the edge of his seat until his paws hit the floor. The man stood, taking Vrai by the hand as he led him away from the club's main floor and towards the hallway at the far back. As they turned the corner, Vrai was greeted to a series of doors that hugged the left hand wall, each adorned with a gold plaque, which Vrai could see bore names. They stopped outside one labelled 'Kayin' and Vati briefly hovered, before sharply knocking on the door's surface and pushing it open.

Vrai was greeted to a cosy, cramped room. There was barely a couple of metres of free walking space by the door and opposite that lay a large, rectangular queen sized bed, with an end table on each like a hotel room. The walls were bathed in a rich purple hue that made the room feel calm and relaxing, and the sheets on the bed were a stunning white, pristine and clean. Laid up against the pillows at the far end was a boy a little older than Vrai, about 11 years of age. He was canine in appearance but bore a rich, exotic texture of browns, whites and blacks, with strange rounded ears that stood to attention. The main thing Vrai noticed, other than that fur, was the fact he was practically naked bar from a thong clad around his young waist, cupping an obvious package, and he clutched a phone in his hands.

"Ah, I left my phone at the bar," Vati began, patting his pockets. "Just wait here, Vrai. I'll go get it."

With a swift pat on Vrai's back, Vati pushed the boy inside the room and closed the door, leaving the two boys alone. Vrai stood there anxiously for a moment, shifting on his white-furred paws, before making his way towards the bed, clambering up to sit on its edge.

"Um...Hi." Vrai tried to introduce himself and the boy merely angled his head slightly away from his phone, looking the cub up and down.

"They're going to have a field day with you." He drawled with jaded eyes and a maturity beyond his years. The 8 year old frowned.

"What?" Vrai wanted to know what he meant, but before the other canine could reply, the door swung open again. The wolf turned his head to see Vati step into the room, with two older men behind him-- one an unblemished panther with smouldering yellow eyes, the other a wolf much like Vrai himself, with darker shades of fur and a scar running down his right eye. They bore both sleek black suits with a black shirt beneath. They parted and Vati reached for the arm of a teenage feline, similar to the one that was in the cage on the main floor, though this one looked considerably thinner and meeker-- yet the fur colours were the same: stripey lines of ginger and cream with a white underbelly.

"You've already met Kayin, I see," Vati smiled and patted the feline's shoulder beside him. "This is Yanni, and my two friends are Lian and Juda."

He pointed to the panther and wolf in turn, identifying them for the 8 year old. Vrai was having trouble keeping track of names, but he was more concerned with why Vati wasn't going to take him home.

"Am I going home now?" He pressed for it and Vati merely smiled. There was something off about it that Vrai couldn't describe. It didn't feel warm-- rather, it was like he was smiling just for the sake of it. To the 8 year old, a smile meant he was happy, but it didn't feel that way.

"You will. But we want to have some fun first." It was the way Vati said it that made Vrai uncomfortable. The boy knew what fun was. Vati's tone was not it.

The new arrivals moved around the bed and the feline crawled up to slid in position beside the other canine, who scooted to make room between them. Vati took the lead and stepped in front of Vrai, reaching out to travel his fingers along the wolf pup's neck. The 8 year old instinctively recoiled, his heartbeat quickened as his fear overtook his stunted logic. Though the man had promised to take him home, the sudden influx of new people and the husky's uncomfortable touch made him nervous.

"Come on, let's get comfortable." Vati spoke as he moved his other arm, catching Vrai on the other side of his body as the pup attempted to retreat. With a quiet whimper, Vrai was easily manhandled, pushed across the bed and encouraged into the small gap between the two older boys, who were already reaching out to grab at the other two men's pants on either side, popping the buttons of their trousers and tugging zippers down.

"You two," Vati suddenly snapped, catching the attention of both boys. "Help me get this little one comfortable."

Another grin spread across Vati's face as Vrai stared him dead in the eyes, seeing the deep pools of blue therein that felt bottomless and horrifying. He felt the other two cub's hands upon him, tugging up the hem of his shirt and encouraging him to sit up a little so they could pull it over his head. Trembling and anxiously glancing left and right, Vrai effectively acted as a rag doll and was easily undressed, his shirt removed from his body as Vati's roaming, pawing hands pulled down his shorts past his boyish hips, exposing his red briefs. Vati didn't hesitate to tug those down either, revealing a humanoid member that sat atop a pair of tiny balls.

Vrai wanted to ask what they were doing, to ask them to stop-- anything just to go home, but he was effectively held down by the two boys beside him, whose hands roaming across his young chest and down his stomach as Vati slid up onto the bed. Vrai tensed when Kayin's hand suddenly reached far enough down to touch his crotch, whilst Yanni squeezed the plumpness of his stomach and occasionally traveled up to his nipples, running his fingers across the nubs. Kayin's fingers scooped up around his member and gave the small cock a few tugs between his thumb and forefinger, but it didn't quite stir from the stimulation. Vrai sunk further and further down against the covers as his eyes focused entirely on the adult man opposite him, who was beginning to undress.

He'd never paid much attention to Vati's clothes before, but he was now acutely aware of how smartly he dressed-- a sharp, clearly expensive shirt with an emlazoned logo had sat underneath a fairly luxurious jacket, and his jeans were a faded and washed out black. He tugged and pulled all of them off, throwing them unceremoniously to the floor as he did so, revealing an athletic figure beneath, the body of a man who kept himself in shape. It was the kind of figure that Vrai usually saw on TV-- but this wasn't another program. This was real life.

Undressing himself down to just a pair of boxers, Vati hesitated for a moment, showing off his impressive, obvious bulge, before he tugged the front of it and and a long, foreskinned humanoid length bobbed into view, approximately 7 inches in length, hanging almost completely horizontal. Vati shuffled forwards and for a moment Vrai froze, fearful for what he might do. He was perturbed, however, when the man reached for his ankles and lifted his paws up, bringing them towards his crotch.

Before Vrai could part his lips to express his bewilderment, the exoticly coloured canine beside him began to move. He lifted himself up and clambered onto all fours, putting a hand on the other side of Vrai's body and position his torso across Vrai's pelvis as a slightly twisted angle, with the 11 year old's ass pointing off the edge of the bed. As if on cue, The wolf who had been standing by the edge of the bed reached out and roughly pulled the feline teen into a slightly better position. The wolf wrestled with his trousers and they inevitably fell to his knees, following by his underwear. A large member, knotted in appearance, bobbed eagerly against the teen's lithe cheeks and the Wolf grasped his cock, wedging the tapering end of his canine member between the cub's cheeks. Kayin visibly tense as the Wolf roughly thrust forward, plunging himself inside as he curled his fingers around the boy's hips.

To Vrai's right, the jaded teenage feline cocked his leg up and exposed himself for the panther, who pulled his hips up towards the edge of the bed and did much of the same as the Wolf, letting his pants sit around his ankles. Much like Vati, the panther also bore a fairly humanoid member, and he wasted no time in penetrating the feline, letting the teenager's outermost leg rest upright against his frame, the paw just beside his face. The feline turned his head and began to sniff and lick at the 8 year old's young neck, curling an arm around him and holding onto him as if he were a pillow, moaning breathlessly against Vrai's neck. 

Vati had been hesitant, holding Vrai's feet firmly in his hands as he watched the two other boys, before he finally settled on the prize in front of him. His member stiffened and throbbed to attention as he forced Vrai's legs to bend so that the cub's paws could press against his warm length. The pressure against his pawpads caused Vrai to instinctively curl his 4 toes, the two middle ones longer than the rest, around the length, both paws clenching tight. Vati seemed to greatly appreciate the sensation given the groan that escaped his lips, and he rolled his hips forwards, the squeezing of Vrai's toes keeping his skin held tight so that his foreskin peeled back with his sensual thrust, greeting the 8 year old to the sight of his swollen red glans.

The boy's attetion was quickly diverted from the pumping cock between his paws when he felt the warmth of a tongue against his pelvis, and he snapped his eyes down to see Kayin bowed over him, his head bent lower than before. His tongue, roaming and teasing, touched at the fur and flesh just above the cub's little cock, causing Vrai to tense and quiver under his assault. All the while, the Wolf to Vrai's right pounded relentlessly, his fingers visibly digging into the canine's flesh, spreading his cheeks apart as his member pumped back and forth, the noticeable slick sounds of wet sex bouncing around the small, private room. Vrai was practically overwhelmed, both by the sensations and by what was happening around him. He could barely move with the boys on atop of him, curled around him or over his body, and the man he thought would be his saviour was violating him in the weirdest way possible.

Vrai's body began to rock, though not because of Vati by his paws, but because of the feline clutched so tightly to him that the vigorous pounding from his Panther partner was causing Vrai to move in tandem. The boy barely noticed however, his attention focused solely on Kayin's tongue, which travelled from just below his stomach directly onto his member. Though Vrai wanted to protest, he barely had any time to before Kayin swooped the flaccid, pre-pubescent cock up into his muzzle, enveloping the small length in a warmth that Vrai had never felt before. The cub trembled and his toes instinctively curled, which made it all the more delightful for Vati, whose mind was solely focused on his own pleasure.

"Mmh...your paws are so cute, kid." Vati remarked with a smirk, pulling his member back and wedging the warm glans between the cub's toes, smearing pre-cum against his toepads and between the small digits, before he glided his cock back into position, clenching the two feet around his member once more. He began to pump and thrust with a greater ferocity as Vrai sat there nervously with a flushed face, his heart pounding like a jackhammer in his chest. He couldn't focus on everything at once-- the weird sensation between his paws, the warm feeling in his loins that made him want to pee, or the tender licking and playful biting against his neck that was slowly drifting higher and higher, threatening to move towards his cheek and lips. His mind gained some briefly clarity and he tried to squirm and break himself free, but the feline around his waist simply gripped tighter and pushed more of his weight against the 8 year old's form, moaning against his neck as the Panther began to grunt and huff, chest heaving up and down.

Vrai turned his head slightly at the sound of a restrained groan, and he watched with wide eyes as the Panther yanked the teenage feline closer, burying his member as deep into the cub's ass as he could, claws dragging against flesh. The teen whimpered, hands clutching to Vrai's body, as his toes splayed and curled, his own member flaccid and dormant. The panther settled in for a few moments before roughly tugging back, his member coated in a film of substances that he smeared against Vanni's inner thigh, drying himself off.

"I want to go next." The panther gruffly spoke, his voice as deep and rich as gravel. A sudden snarl came from Vrai's left and the young cub jumped, snapping his head to the left to see Jude growling in the Panther's direction, paused mid-thrust. The two adults glared each-other down as Vrai instinctively pressed himself deeper against the cushions in an effort to be as far away from them as possible, at least in the stuck position he was in. Kayin and Yanni weren't even phased: even as Vrai's attention turned solely to the bickering duo, the 11 year old continued to bob and suckle on the 8 year old's cock, the length remaining flaccid.

"I already called dibs before we came in here." The wolf argued, and Lian scoffed in response, jabbing a finger in Kayin's direction.

"You're not even done with your piece yet. Don't be greedy." He argued, and Vati sighed in between them.

"Guys, your bickering is a turn off." He complained, still pistoning between Vrai's paws. His movements had become slick with pre which now seeped and smeared across the cub's paw and toe pads, leaving them a little damp and sticky. Vati's breathing was heavy, a clear indication of how close he was-- to everyone else but Vrai, that is, whose eyes were wide and wild with fear evne now.

The two adults lapsed into silence, staring each other down as Yanni lay panting beside Vrai, hands roaming up and down the younger boy's body. Kayin continued to suckle but knew pleasing the cub was a futile effort, Vrai's anxiety and worry overpowering any pleasure he might have felt. They didn't have to wait much longer for Vati to finish, however: with each fervent thrust and hump, Vati's breathing grew heavier and heavier, until he finally lunged forwards for a final time, tightly pushing Vrai's paws around his cock. The head of his cock swelled and throbbed, shooting an arc of cum that travelled past Vrai's legs and landed unceremoniously on Kayin's head, trailing off the end far enough to fall onto the 8 year old's stomach. Another arc soon followed until the back of Kayin's bobbing head and some of Vrai's stomach was sticky with a man's seed.

Vati sighed, pulling back and admiring the sticky mess he'd made of the cub's paws. Vrai found himself curling his toes instinctively as the man withdrew from him, and once Vati had leg go of his ankles, the cub's legs dropped and he dragged them up the bed as far as he could, trying to squirm himself away from Kayin's roaming tongue.

"Now, now. Stop squirming, kid," Vati demanded. "We're not done having fun yet. Aren't you having fun?"

Vrai shook his head, but Vati ignored him and snapped his fingers in the Panther's direction. Lian more or less stood to attention-- as much as one henchman could when he was bottomless, and watched as the husky slid from the bed and moved around the side.

"You go first," He offered, before casting a glance at Jude, who had his teeth still bared. "Play nice, dog. You still have your own to finish."

Vrai felt Kayin tense a little against him, withdrawing his mouth as Jude roughly, almost frustratingly grabbed at the boy's hips and began to pound with a greater ferocity, as if he were taking out his angle on him. Kayin reached out to clutch at the covers and bowed his head, panting harshly from his hips as his muzzle hung mere inches from Vrai's floppy, not spit-covered noodle. On Vrai's right, Vati had moved across the room and, after admiring the already used feline, clambered up onto the bed.

"All this attention and it's all for you, pup," Vati remarked with a warm smile, though that friendliness didn't meet his eyes. "But I think you should start giving others some attention too, don't you?"

Vati accentuated his words with a waggle his half-hard, pre-covered cock, which twitched and stifened a little. Vrai blinked up at him, confused, and then let out a whimper of protest as Vati swung a muscular leg over the 8 year old's frame and positioned himself appropriately, pointing the tip of his member towards Vrai's muzzle. The 8 year old did what he thought was best, and clamped his mouth shut as tight as he could, but Vati knew he was going to resist. He reached down, tucking a hand under the boy's jaw and pinched between his muscles. The almost unbearable discomfort forced the pup to part his lips, giving the man the entrance he needed.

"Open up, boy." Vati insisted with a coaxing smile, pushing his member against the cub's lips. Vari tasted the flesh on his tongue along with the neutral pre-cum and recoiled, attempting to resist, but the man already had his entry. He pried the cub's mouth open a little with a hooked finger and sunk deeper, sighing to himself as his pleasured member slid across Vrai's flat tongue and down towards his throat, there it kissed with the back of his mouth, threatening to dive further. Vrai's field of vision was obscured by the man's pelvis, quickly joined by the ginger features of the top of Vanni's head, the teen moving in to lick and kiss at the base of the husky's cock, tasting the few inches that Vrai couldn't fit in his mouth. All the while, Vrai's attentive ears could hear the snarling grunts of the wolf man, accompanied by tender gasps and whimpers from Kayin.

After a moment or two of being forced to accommodate the man's cock, Vrai felt hands on his ankles again, but this time they weren't directed to another member. Instead, they were spread wide and his ass was lifted up, suddenly positioned atop a soft mass that was shoved underneath his behind. Vrai squirmed and attempted to struggle with his legs a little, but what little control he had when those strong fingers relinquished their grip to manoeuvre him did little to help his situation. Vividly aware of how exposed he was, Vrai tried to protest, attempting to reach up with his hands, but they were pinned between Vati's legs and his own body. Then he suddenly felt a warmth against his most sensitive, virgin area and froze.

A deep, gasping discomfort, followed by stabs of pain erupted across the cub's body. Unable to see what was going on, he could only focus and follow the sensations, his body reacting instinctively to a sudden, large intrusion into his backside. He cried out from around Vati's member and felt the urge to bite down, but the finger hooked into his muzzle made such a thing impossible for the more part. When his teeth did press down a little, another hand moved to the top of his head and curled tightly around the crop of fur that acted as hair, squeezing tight, as if it were punishment. Vati glared down at him with an anger Vrai had never expected before and his eyes widened with fear.

"Grit your teeth and bear it, pup. There'll be plenty more of this down the line." He spoke in a low, authoritative tone, before he tugged his hips back, sliding his member out of the cub's mouth a little before plunging forwards. The head prodded firmly at the back of his throat and Vrai scrunched up his eyes, feeling the tears forming at either end. That, coupled with the searing pain from his tight rump and spasming inner walls, made the situation almost unbearable, and it didn't take long for those beads of tears to begin trickling down his cheek.

To say it was a sensory overload was an understatement: not only was his body reacting violent to a painful insertion that he couldn't even see, which made the feeling of touch all the more potent, but the cock that hammered the back of his throat over time was beginning to make him sore. He couldn't see the feline beside him but he could hear him moaning and licking, likely aiding Vati's thrusts with a tongue of his own. In the background he could hear Kayin crying out louder and louder, but it was hard to tell if those were cries of passion and delight or of discomfort. He could hear the Panther's snarling growls of delight, mingled with vulgar words that Vrai had been taught not to say. Lian had even opted to try to pleasure the boy a little, grasping his cock and giving it a few tender tugs, but not amount of squeezing and coaxing was going to get the pre-pubscent cub's member moving.

"Fuck, he's so damn tight...you really picked up a good one this time, Vati." The Panther panted out between his rough thrusts, his balls smacking hard against the cub's clenching cheeks. Vati merely scoffed and turned his head to the side to peer at the Panther from the corner of his eye.

"Of course he's tight, poor boy's a virgin. Though, he obviously won't be after this...I'm sure plenty at the club are eager for a new face and some fresh meat, especially as cute as this..." The husky replied, staring down at the cub's tear-stained face, his scrunched eyes and full mouth. He admired the boy for a moment longer before plunging forwards, sinking his member deeper into Vrai's throat. The cub let out a muffled sound but could barely get anything out, his airway blocked. Meanwhile, Lian had begun to thrust with an even greater ferocity, enjoying the tight walls spasming around his length.

"Fuck, he's milking me..." The Panther groaned, rolling his head back and pounding his hips with reckless abandon until his moans were deep and fervent and his chest heaved with his impending climax, the wet sounds of his sex filling the air. After a moment or two he sighed, stuffing himself as deep as he could manage as Vrai whimpered and huffed, legs pinned back by the Panther's hands, asshole red from use, his body aching for rest-- but it wasn't yet over. Even as Lian was emptying himself into the 8 year old's ass, Vati was beginning to pick up the pace in the cub's mouth, plunging and sliding as pre-cum pooled in Vrai's throat, forcing him to swallow.

Vati continued for only a few moments longer before he suddenly pulled out, as if he'd developed something of a conscience. Instead, however, he furiously beat his member, jacking himself back and forth as Vrai peeled open an eye to see him suddenly orgasm. Vrai quickly squeezed his eye shut, but Vati's finger kept his mouth open enough for the strings that splattered from the man's cock to hit his tongue, the rest arcing across his muzzle, along his forehead, and down his cheeks. The 8 year old boy whimpered and sniffled, feeling a tender tongue dragging across his face, licking the cum from him. It was small, petite and rough like sandpaper-- he could only assume it to be the feline.

"Are you done?" A gruff voice came from his leg, but he didn't dare open his eyes to see the man's expression. "I was done ages ago, this bitch's been keeping me hard all this time."

"Fine, fine..." Vati grumbled, his finger loosening against Vrai's mouth, unhinging himself. He dragged his fingers towards the pup's chin and cradled it.

"Now...little Vrai," The man's voice was low, dripping with lust, authority, and a trickle of malice. "Are you going to be a good boy and have fun this time?"

Vrai whimpered and nodded fervently, keeping his eyes squeezed shut. He didn't want to look. He couldn't.

"I don't hear a 'Yes, sir' coming from those pretty, fuckable lips." Vati continued, accentuating the vulgar word in his sentence.

"Y-Yes sir..." Vrai squeaked, his voice cracking, his tone muggy and grim.

"Good. Jude, he's all yours...try not to break him."