The day began like any other. Wake up in the morning, have a hunk of bread and some cheese and sit at the table with his father until it was time to work. Everything should have gone smoothly, and for the most part it did...but towards the end of the day, things began to change-- or rather, Evan began to change.

The final customer strode out the door with a happy look on his face and his arms full of a mixture of goods as Evan quietly swept the corner, dusting straggling hairs of wheat, scraps of dirt and the occasional blade of grass across the room and into a corner, where he'd scoop it up later to take outside and drop into a heap somewhere around the back of the building. For a moment he paused to turn and look over towards the counter, and he watched with a knowing gaze as a middle-aged hyena, in his mid-30s, sauntered across the room towards the front door, where he jammed a thick metal key into the keyhole and twisted, locking the door. An expert flick of his hand swung a little rectangular sign around on a piece of string until the words 'closed' displayed outwards through the small pane of glass embedded within the door.

"C'mon kid, it's bath time." The gruff voice of his father permeated the air and Evan, a 10-year-old hyena, nodded. He placed the broom to the side and brushed back the scruffy mohawk of hair atop his head as he pulled down his tunic to make sure it was presentable and not dirty, though it didn't really matter; they would change out of them once they got to the bathhouse anyway.

It was like this every other day-- they were bordering on the edges of middle-class, but still had to pay an expensive tithe to the local lord, keeping them impoverished enough to not be able to afford to bathe every day. Instead, it was roughly 2 or 3 times a week they cleaned themselves up, and because they didn't work extensively in the fields or didn't handle livestock, it magically worked out for them. Honestly, Evan didn't even mind; he kind of liked his dad's smell. There was something nostalgic about it.

They left through the back entrance and made the short journey to the edges of the city, where in the borders between the middle-class and lower-class districts, there sat two large bathhouses, both facing each other on a wide street-- one for males, and the other for females. This wasn't the first time coming here and most certainly wouldn't be the last, and Evan was looking forward to getting out of his clothes and washing off his body; they were right in the middle of summer, and working inside all day was stifling, and the humid air thanks to frequent rainfall hadn't made things any easier. They headed up inside, his father taking the lead, and moved from the main lobby into a room off to the side to change.

Something felt different, but he couldn't exactly put his finger on it. As he stepped into the changing room with his father, he was greeted to several other males, of differing ages, in varying stages of undress. Evan had never really given their nudity much thought, but in that moment he felt stunned and anxious. Just the sight of them, their cocks, their bodies...something within him stirred in ways he wasn't expecting.

"What're you doing, son? C'mon." His father slapped his back and ushered him forward, and Evan was brought out of his anxiety and forced forward. He quickly made his way across the small room and towards the corner, where there was an empty spot for him to put his clothes down, and he faced the wooden wall as he undressed, consciously aware that his father was to his right. Pulling his tunic over his head was easy, but he hesitated to drop his cheap cloth pants, aware his ass would be on display to those around him. He didn't normally think about such things, but now he wondered if people might stare. He swallowed his nerves quickly and dropped his garments, awkwardly hopping on one paw to slip the other out before he turned, instinctively looking to his side to make sure his father was there. Perhaps he shouldn't have, for he was immediately greeted to an intimate sight.

The sight of it, the shape, the girth, its flaccidness...everything about his dad's cock left him breathless and abruptly shameful. He felt bad for looking, but couldn't peel his eyes away. He was thick even when he wasn't hard, his humanoid-shaped cock black as night and jiggling with each subtle movement as the older hyena folded up his clothes and turned his head to speak to someone. Evan cast his gaze up his father's body, admiring the slightly chubby frame; his dad ate well and had no real muscle definition other than in his arms, and he wasn't fat, nor skinny, but perfectly in the middle. At that moment, Evan instinctively flared his nostrils, taking in his dad's scent, a familiar and hard-to-place odour that served as a baseline to the salty tang of fresh sweat. When his dad turned to look back, he seemed to sense that he would look down at him, and Evan quickly turned away, dumping his pants into a heap atop his tunic.

"What's the matter, boy?" The way his father spoke always felt endearing-- he was gruff and tough, but he had a heart of gold that was, more or less, in the right place; at least, that's what most of the people who'd met his dad said. Normally he liked his dad's mannerisms, and today was no exception, but there was something more to it. Being called 'son' or 'boy' sent a tingle up his body, which he thankfully didn't show. Instead, he just smiled up at his father, having to resist the urge to drag his eyes down. His father pinned him with a stare for a moment, scrutinising his smile, before he grunted and clasped a hand on the younger hyena's shoulder, squeezing it encouragingly, though for what he didn't know.

With a gesture, Evan's dad led him onwards, to places which the boy was familiar with, of course. From the changing room, they moved out back to the main lobby, their nakedness generally perceived in a good light as they moved into a different room to the left, passing through one of two large open doorways on one wall that led deeper into the building. There, they were greeted to a spacious and humid indoor bath, where steam hung in the air and breathing felt stifling. Evan was so acutely familiar with the smell of fresh running water, sweat and soap that it was practically engrained into his brain.

They walked across the left-hand side of the expansive room, making their way along the edge of the bath to their right, before they found an empty spot somewhere along the back edge, where they could slip in between two groups of people. At the same time, Evan's father immediately began striking up a conversation with one of them, and Evan kept his eyes down to his paws as they moved to slip into the hot water. Soap was predominantly passed around, bars of substance created from fat and tallow mixed with herbs and fragrances-- they wouldn't see it for at least a handful of minutes.

"Orrin! How are you, bud?" Evan's dad proudly greeted a muscular boar who sat to his left, submerged in the water. Once Evan was situated, he had to sit upright just to keep his chest above water; if he sank down any further he'd be up to his neck.

"Elliott, friend, it's been so long! How's the boy? The shop?" The boar remarked, leaning forward to look over at Evan on his father's opposite side.

"Oh, you know," Elliott hooked an arm around his son and pulled him in. "Same as always. Boy's growing up so fast; in just 4 years he'll be a man."

"I remember when my boy came into adulthood...shit, the grin on his face when he told me he'd pulled a cute class at the tavern..." The boar wiped his eye for dramatic effect and the two grown men laughed, leaning into each other, whilst at the same time Elliott's arm pulled Evan a little closer, squeezing him in a mixture of affection and negligence, too focused on laughing to realise he was pulling a bit too hard. Evan didn't particularly mind, mostly because his mind was dizzy with the smells and scents of his dad; the air of sweat and the underlying tones of his masculine, distinctive odour made the 10-year-old dizzy and his body tingly. The water, which was at least a little cloudy from the combination of soap and bubbles, obscured the cub's growing arousal, his own tiny black dick quickly reaching a twitching, aching full mast within just a handful of moments.

He'd touched himself before, of course, so he knew what his erection meant, and how it made him feel; his 'sexual awakening' had started only a couple of weeks ago, and he'd been popping uncomfortable boners left and right. He mostly explored the feeling at night in the comfort of his own bed, but it was only recently his attentions had begun to slide from the usual busted-chest women and curvaceous females to his father's warm smells, to his semi-muscular body, his mannerisms...in that moment especially, he couldn't help but take in a deep and compelling inhale through his nose, closing his eyes to relish the scent of it; it was both nostalgic and also incredible arousing, to the point where he couldn't resist subtly moving his hand under the water's surface to brush and press at his own crotch. He wrapped his fingers around his tiny length, trying to keep his face straight, as he squeezed from base to tip. It took everything in him not to shudder.

Above him, his father Elliott and the boar continued their conversation, and inevitably one of the many bars of soap came their way. Elliot passed it to Evan first, who was forced to sit semi-upright and wash around his front, but he was met with the dilemma of getting up to clean the rest of himself in the moment. He cast his mind to other things, trying to push the thoughts of his dad to the back of his mind, no matter how much they crept up on him and tried to tempt him with lewd thoughts of his father's body towering above him, of his thick, turgid cock...just a glimpse of that thought was enough to make his dick twitch. 

Once he's rubbed down his spotted shoulders and arms, he squirms in his seat before he's inevitably forced to stand, lest he make things awkward and suspicious. Thankfully, by that point, he'd forced his mind to think about gross things, which brought his pubescent body into a calmer state. He didn't feel so strange about being in the nude in that moment, and quickly wiped himself down with the soap, before passing it to his father. He worked to lather up the fur whilst his dad did the same to his body, inevitably rising out of the water to clean himself off, and Evan did his best to keep his eyes on his own body, taking care to move quickly and clumsily around his own crotch to clean himself up-- any more and he might make himself hard, which would just be more embarrassing.

Once he was done, he made the mistake of turning to listen to his dad's conversation with the boar, who he was sure was someone he'd met before, but couldn't entirely remember. As his body lowered into the water, his head turned to the sight of his father's cleaning around his thighs and hips, smearing soap and water across his brown fur and up towards his sides and around to the slight gut of his stomach, where it jiggled with the movement of his hands. Evan lowered himself down to the water just in time to see his father cupping around his ample fuzzy nuts, slick with moisture, before working up to his lengthy cock. A quick rub around his shaft easily brought the man to some kind of semi-chub, and it took everything within Evan not to outright stare, forced to look out the corner of his eye as his father stroked once from base to tip, lathering the black cock in soapy water before he passed over the bar to the boar next to him, lowering down into the water shortly thereafter.

"Kid. You good?" His father had noticed his rigid body and his averting gaze, and all Evan could do was nod, making an effort to raise his hands to rub around the back of his neck and across his shoulders, as if to clean himself off more thoroughly. Thankfully, his dad bought it, and he didn't press further-- if he had, Evan didn't know what he would do. Beneath the water, his cock madly twitched, once again achingly hard, and he had to squeeze his legs together and hold his breath to keep his moans quiet.

They weren't in the bathhouse for much longer, primarily because Elliott kept openly grumbling about how hungry he was. He talked with the boar, who Evan had come to understand was someone who lived in the town but they didn't see often, who was one of the workers at the mines on the edge of town. The two had a lot to talk about, but from what Evan was listening in on, his dad quickly wrapped things up and said his goodbyes before it was too late. When his father started to rise out of the shower, Evan did too, his boner having mostly gone down. He followed his father out back to the changing rooms, where they mostly dried off with the provided towels and changed back into their clothes, leaving the bathhouse to return home.

The rest of the night was peculiarly uneventful. For the most part, Evan kept to himself; his dad cooked, and he waited patiently for it to be finished, hanging around nearby or in his own private room at the back of the house, stuck between the storage room for their general goods store and his father's own bedroom. He didn't have many toys to play with, but he certainly had a lot to think about, so he didn't mind too much. When dinner was ready, he sat and ate with his dad in silence; neither of them had much to talk about, and the town wasn't rife with activity. Dinner came and went, and Elliot adjourned to bed early, after giving his boy a kiss on the forehead goodnight. Evan was a good kid, so he knew to go to bed on time...

But he didn't.

In the quiet of the night, Evan stood in the room, having said he was going to sleep...but something bothered him, something he couldn't shake. His mind swam with the thoughts of his father, his cock, his body, his smell...it was all so alluring, so tempting. His young, lust-addled brain couldn't find sleep when the thoughts plagued him like they were. Just thinking about them made him dizzy with need, his little dick pushing against the inside of his loose underwear, and in his frustration he peeled his clothes off, tossing them onto his bed. He stood there in the nude, looking down at his own body in the dark, and a whimper escaped him as he reached down to push against the turgid mass of his own young erection, feeling it twitch and push back against his touch, desperate for more. He wanted to touch himself, craved it, even, but just his own hand wasn't enough. He wanted more-- no, needed it.

Against his better judgement, he stepped forward the door of his bedroom and slipped out into the hallway, with no light to illuminate the hall. In the other room, he could hear his father snoring, albeit lightly, and he knew for sure that he was asleep. The 10-year-old sucked in a breath and quietly tiptoed across the hall in the nude, moving from his bedroom door to the one adjacent, slowly pushing it open. The moonlight was the only thing to light up the room, casting his father's sleeping silhouette in a dim glow. Even in that light, Evan could make out the shape of his father's gut, his lightly spread legs, and the curvature of his cock between his legs. It was sagged to the side, draping just barely across his inner thigh, at some kind of semi-hardness. Just the sight of it was enough to make Evan's mouth go dry, but he still craved more. On the little side table, the moonlight reflected off a tiny bottle, one that even Evan could fit into the palm of his hand; it was small and sleek, and the sight of it reminded Evan of his dad's complaints about sleeping-- he was having trouble for one reason or another, and the local apothecary had given him a couple of bottles of sleeping potion...if the boy had to guess, his dad had drank one. That meant he'd sleep a lot harder than usual.

With one small step, he crushed his nerves and stepped into the room, slipping in through the gap he'd made in the ajar door. He approached the bed quickly, his heart pounding in his chest, and he tentatively hovered by the foot of the bed, his gaze raking down his father's body. He watched the rise and fall of his chest, listening to his short, quick snorts as he breathed in, and observed the way he occasionally moved and shifted, sliding his legs around every so often to get into a more comfortable spot. He had a habit of sleeping on his back, that much was clear, and that worked out perfectly for Evan, who wanted nothing more than to explore.

To say he was nervous was an understatement, but his desire, his aching arousal, far outweighed the anxiety of his dad potentially waking up, especially since Elliott had taken a sleeping potion. The 10-year-old scooted around the side of the bed, approaching from the right, where his dad's body was closest to the edge. He quietly reached out a hand, then hesitated and retracted it, glancing at his father's face. His eyes were closed and his head was lolled to the side...he surely wouldn't wake up, right? Tentatively, Evan put his hands on the edge of the bed and pushed upwards, lifting his young body up onto the haybale mattress, and for a moment his feet dangled, unable to touch the floor, before he swung a left to the side and hoisted his lower half up onto the bed. His body brushed with his father's side for a moment, but his dad didn't even respond, all but confirming he'd stay fast asleep.

Evan panted quietly, both from the exertion of climbing up as well as the adrenaline that pumped through his body. He didn't even know where to start at first, his head moving to look up and down his father's body, before he inevitably drew his mouth down and slid his body backwards on the mattress, his paws bumping with his father's legs as he laid down on his front. A shudder rolled through him as his obviously erect dick pressed to the linen sheet, and he turned to the side, nervously gulping as he moved his head towards his father's gut. Evan had always admired his figure; there was something about it that drew him in so much. He couldn't help but to smear his muzzle across his slightly chubby gut, moving past his belly button and up to his chest. His nostrils flared and took in the scent of soap and his father's telltale scent, and the boy's tail wagged with glee at the smell, finding it comforting and arousing at the same time. He couldn't resist sticking out his tongue to lick, and froze when he felt his father move.

The adult hyena grunted, mumbling something in his sleep, and rolled his head to the other side, lifting up an arm and swinging it to the side. To Evan, it was like a dream come true; it felt like fate was lining things up for him to partake in, as if this were destined to happen. He could barely contain his sexual excitement as he slid his muzzle from his father's stomach and further up, brushing across a nipple before making a beeline for his dad's armpit. He pushed his nose into the crease of his dad's pit, his nose and muzzle brushing against the fuzzy, kind-of-wiry tuft of fur-- or is it hair?-- in the crease between his side and his underarm, where the scent of him, mixed with mild sweat, was the most potent and intent. Nothing could stop the hyena cub from touching himself, though most of his efforts to pleasure his eager little prick were in the way he loosely humped the linen sheets, their coarseness providing ample friction to stimulate him.

He whimpered to himself, delighting in the scent of his father's sweat and general odour, as he wildly humped against the covers, driven by lust and desire. He knew, deep down, that he'd remember this moment for years, if not for the rest of his life, so he wanted to savour every single moment, satisfy every desire. He stuck out his tongue, slowly and tentatively at first, and quietly groaned to himself as he pressed the wet appendage to the otherwise dry combination of scents and tactile fur of his father's armpit, licking with deep, intimate fervency. His member twitched madly, sandwiched between his stomach and the bed, already begging for release as the pressure in his loins grew heavy. He didn't want to cum just yet; he wanted to release at the perfect time, when he'd gotten to do everything he wanted, whilst he still had the chance. His humping thrusts slowed, if only slightly, and his body grew rigid in the exertion of holding himself back.

His interest wasn't just in his father's armpits, or his relatively light, clean musk, but also his body, most notably his cock. Nothing could stop the 10-year-old from inevitably pulling back from the man's side and pushing himself up onto all fours, where he scooted backwards on the bed until he was knelt at his father's side, around his hip. For a moment he just sat there and took in the sight of it, barely even half-hard, slumped against his thigh, inviting him to taste. He couldn't resist reaching out a hand, cupping it around the thick mass of his father's dick, humanoid and dark in the dim light. The glint of his dad's piercing, a neat little row of tiny metal balls down the underside of his cock, caught the cub's attention for a moment before he trailed his gaze up towards the head, his fingers gliding across the warm meat, feeling the way it instinctively twitched, albeit faintly, under his touch.

Just feeling it up, from base the tip, was enough to make him dizzy with need, but he couldn't stop at just touching it, especially now when his gentle little stroking was enough to coax the member to stiffen and pulse, growing before his eyes until it throbbed to a thick half-mast, already ample in size. A few more strokes and a couple of clumsy, explorative squeezes easily made the length grow, and Evan watched with wide and curious eyes as it throbbed its way to a full hardness, desperate to be touched more. Of course, Evan could do nothing else but oblige, for his own aching desire; his hand worked up and down as he drew his mouth closer and closer, unable to stop himself from being tempted to taste. His young mouth pressed to the head of the cock quickly, his nostrils flaring from the smell of it, the slight and faint musk of his dad's cock, before he pushed his muzzle down and groaned, relishing the taste and texture; it was mostly like flesh, but it was still good, and he was encouraged to push further down.

What Evan didn't realise was how much his father would move in his sleep; he'd slept with him before, platonically speaking, but was always asleep at the time. Once the warmth of his young muzzle enveloped his father's amply-sized length, the adult hyena shifted, grumbling in his sleep and letting out a deep half-sigh, half-moan. His leg lifted, his heel dragging across the sheets until his leg was tucked up and his flesh squished together, his heel threatening to touch his own behind. He growled in his slumber, arms shifting across the bed to move from warm spots to cooler ones, his face twisting, scrunching up with the pleasure that swam through his system. Evan didn't see the vast majority of his movements, his gaze stared down at the adult's crotch, which was perhaps his mistake-- he should have paid closer attention.

A pressure started to push onto the cub's body. At first, he thought it was his imminent orgasm again, but he quickly realised it was his dad beginning to move; he froze on the spot and naturally assumed the worst, expecting that his dad had woken up. To his surprise, however, the man started to shift, rolling his body whilst the 10-year-old still had his mouth around his cock. The boy whimpered, unsure whether to fully pull away or whether to hold on, and in the end, he didn't get a choice but to do the latter, for his dad kept rolling until he was on his side. Instinctively, Evan went to pull back, but Elliott's leg hiked up, his foreleg and knee pinning the boy down beneath it. Evan tried to squirm, but his dad's leg and his pressuring movements made it impossible, despite Evan's efforts to try and gently lift his father's leg-- he still didn't want to wake him, after all.

Slowly, of his own volition, Elliott began to roll his hips, much to his son's shock-- the older male pushed his hips forward, inadvertently thrusting his cock into his own son's mouth, his member gliding across the slick, wet appendage all the way to the back of the boy's throat. Evan was sure his father didn't intend to, and maybe it was just because he was in a deep sleep, but the cock plunged towards his throat regardless, threatening to stretch the canal, had Evan not pulled back. He strained to retain some distance, but part of him was already thrilled and delighted-- he wished he could have sucked his dad's cock under better circumstances, perhaps if his dad was awake and willing, but he would take what he could get, albeit with a bit of caution. Eliott grumbled in his sleep, lifting a hand to idly scratch his side as his muscles stiffened as he pushed with his hips, sinking himself deeper, and the 10-year-old pulled back again before it got too deep, moving more out of instinct than anything else.

As his father slipped back, the boy pushed his mouth inwards, wanting to see just how far he could take it of his own volition, but he quickly realised he was biting off more than he could chew by getting closer, for his father thrust and pushed against him again, and the head of his cock nudged further down than the boy was expecting. Evan's muzzle buried almost right up to his dad's pelvis and his nostrils flared to take in the scent of his body subconsciously, but when he tried to take a gulp of air, he was unable to do so, for his father's twitching length clogged up his throat. He let out a noise akin to a half-gag, half-whimper, and his hands instinctively shot up to his dad's flank in a panic. He grabbed around the flesh of his curved behind thanks to his hiked leg, grabbing and attempting to find purchase amongst the fur so he could slide his head back, but Evan only grew more panicked as Elliott let out another groan in his sleep, rolling his body a bit further around and pushing his hips closer and deeper. The cock sank further and Evan's eyes watered from the strain of taking it as his fingers curled around his dad's hip, claws raking against his flesh. He felt his father's lazy, tired hand batting against his, and Evan saw an opportunity; he grabbed the skin beneath the fur between two fingers and squeezed, hard. His father grunted at first, but the more he deliberately squeezed as his face scrunched up and he wriggled, bordering on thrashing, his dad began to sir. He made some sort of grumbling noise that the 10-year-old could barely hear as his batting became more dexterous and pronounced, before he paused.

All of a sudden, the weight of his father's body was off of him, and the cock whipped out of his young muzzle in an instant, leaving his throat with a strangely empty feeling that was quickly filled by a gasping inhale. Evan began to cough violently, rolling over onto his side away from his father as he covered his mouth and tried to keep it quiet, but deep down he knew he'd already fucked up-- his father had moved, and the quickness as which he had rolled off his own kid was almost definitely the act of someone wide awake. The reality of it set in quickly.

"...Evan?"

The 10-year-old didn't say anything and kept his head against the bed and his body tucked into a ball, not wanting to look his father in the eyes. What would he say? What would he think? It wasn't just awkward, but terrifying, and the silence made it all the more worse. For a moment nothing happened, before he felt his father's hand on his side. He touched around the young hyena's hip, feeling up to his side as if to check on him, but Evan couldn't be entirely sure; his touch was strangely exploratory. All of a sudden, that grip strength, and for a moment Evan's vision was a blur, and his body felt like. Then, just as quickly as it had arrived, it was gone, and he landed with a grunt on his back, staring up at the ceiling. His gaze flicked down and quickly found his father's face-- there was no anger in his expression, but curiosity and...amusement?

"Messing with your old man in his sleep, ay boy? When you know I've been struggling to sleep lately?" A large, adult hand on his chest was somehow more than enough to keep Evan on his back as a chill went up his body, along with a sense of dread. "Got anything to say for yourself?"

"I-I'm sorry, I was just, I..." Evan couldn't even really explain why he did what he did without making things worse. Elliott's expression was hard to understand; why was he so smug about it, and why wasn't he angry? Evan felt a hand on his right leg and it roughly snuck in under his knee, forcing it to the side and upwards. His father's body filled in the space between his legs and his manly hips forced Evan's other leg to the side, where they spread to grant his father access. Evan's gaze flicked down and a realisation came to him when he saw his dad was still rock hard, his cock bouncing up and down between his legs.

"Well, since you think it's funny to prank your old man..." The adult hyena jeered, his gaze raking up and down. "I think you need a fitting punishment."

If Evan's body was built for it, he would have paled-- instead, all he could do was watch in horror as his father slid his hand from the cub's chest and towards his legs, where the other grasped onto the opposite knee. They dragged underneath and forced his legs to bend more towards his chest, his young, fuzzy behind compelled to lift into the air. It didn't take much for Evan to understand what was going to happen; he felt the pressure of a turgid, twitching mass slipping around his taint and down to his virgin entrance, and it pushed with such force that he could already feel his head starting to stretch his flesh apart, despite his squeezing muscles.

"D-Dad, wait, please--" The boy begged, but with a grunt his father pushed, piercing the entrance of his hole and forcing his way inside, with no lube or warning. Naturally, the boy sucked in a breath and immediately gritted his teeth, his innards spasming and clamping down around the dry invading length as his hole stretched, forced to accommodate his father's turgid humanoid cock. Evan's body turned rigid and his legs bent, his toes curling and his hands clutching the bedsheets as the member sunk in, barely able to make it an inch before the 10-year-old's tight squeezing and the friction of Elliott's entry made him slow to a halt. He only remained there for a moment before he yanked back, his member withdrawing just an inch, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake, before he forced himself forward again.

To Evan, it was like someone was shoving a hot knife into him, into the most intimate part of his body, and all the desire and eagerness he'd felt merely moments before when he wanted to explore his father's body withered away in place of his own terror as the member slammed deeper, accentuated by his father's passionate grunts and humps. THe pre-cum helped to stuff the length further into the cub's body and Evan arched his back as it passed a sensitive spot inside him and spread his hole wider, leaving him with a feeling of complete and utter fullness, intermingled with the spasming discomfort and pain of a rough entry and a cock thicker than he should have ever taken as his age. He couldn't even form a coherent thought, his mouth agape as his eyes stared blankly up at the ceiling, his body overwhelmed by the shock of it. He didn't see his father staring down at him with a lecherous amused gaze, nor did he feel the hands cupping around his hips, holding him steady.

Before he knew it, the adult's pelvis met with his rump, and he was truly impaled on his dad's cock. He could feel it twitching inside him, bouncing up and down inside his inner walls, and he huffed harshly through his nose, his breathing coming out in quick, shallow pants of panic. His hands fumbled around the sheets, bunching it more and more until the linen was taut against the hay beneath them, and the boy's legs, high in the air and spread on either side, inevitably found a relaxed purchase around his father's broad, manly hips. They trembled just with the physical exertion of taking his father's cock, his mind a fragmented fog of thoughts and emotions; betrayal, intrigue, horror, and abundant amounts of fear and pain. It made sense why he wanted it to stop; he was young, and overwhelmed. But to Elliott, this was the appropriate punishment for his son riling him up-- after all, it's what he truly wanted, wasn't it?

His father began to thrust, short and shallow humps penetrated Evan's senses and spending spikes and spasms of discomfort up and down his body as his little dick grew limper from the overwhelming negative sensations washing out what little pleasure he felt from that dick probing his young prostate. His dad grunted with every thrust, his teeth gritted and his breathing sharp and quick as he pumped his hips, balls inevitably brushing and slapping against those small cheeks. Each pound and thrust make the pre-cum smear around his cock more and more, making the act of their sex wetter and hotter, the smells of sweat and sex filling the air the more things continued.

Evan wanted him to stop, and would have begged were he not stunned into cries and whimpers as his father rocked and thrust above him, his adult mouth hanging open as he sank into the depths of depravity. The young hyena's body rocked on the back, the flesh jiggling with each rough hump, the bed creaking on its rickety wooden frame as his dad's pounding hips started to practically clap against Evan's cheeks, thanks to the sheer ferocity of his father's sex. Elliott didn't even have any words for him-- nothing but desperate, eager grunts and huffs that became more and more intense rather quickly, indicating how pent up he was...though Evan was too naive to see it that way.

His father kept pushing and pushing, thrusting with rough and reckless abandon as his breathing grew heavier and ragged, and even Evan, naive as he was to sex, knew that something was coming. He could tell in the way his father quickened in pace in raping him, in the way his hands clenched and dug into his tender, young flesh. The pain intensified from his father's actions, each rough slide of those manly hips sending spasming spikes of discomfort up the boy's spine, his body forced to become rigid from the sensations. 

"Fuckin' take it...shit...!" Elliott spoke for the first time since he'd began, and his words were both haunting and harrowing-- Evan had wanted his exploration of his father's body to be something to remember, but now it was a terrifying remembrance, the words etching in his mind as his dad took one final plunge. He ploughed into the 10-year-old, burying himself as deep as he could, and with a final snarl he groaned and relaxed atop the boy's body, his gripping digits loosening.

A heat spread through the hyena cub's body, making his skin tingle and tremble. For a moment the pain dulled, predominantly thanks to his father's lack of rough movements, and he was met with the shock of what had just transpired, and the aching feeling of being so full that he might burst. The warmth of his dad's twitching cock spread up his body, but his stretched, used behind left him utterly numb otherwise.

A deep and sombre silence fell over the two of them. There were no words of encouragement from his father, no apologies, not even a light bit of aftercare. Instead, with a grunt and a tug, the man withdrew from his boy's hole, eliciting a whimpering cry from the 10-year-old as an acute spasm of agony shot through his rump and up his spine, causing him to arch his back. The stiff wooden bedframe creaked as the hyena shifted his weight, moving to the side and unceremoniously dropping himself onto the bed next to his son. Evan did what any violated cub would have done in that situation; he tried to scoot off of the bed, wincing from the pain in his rear as he shuffled to the edge. Right as he thought he might be able to slip away, he felt an arm tuck underneath him, forcing him towards his father's body. Elliott said nothing and made no indication of what he intended to do. Evan was too fearful to even speak, and he sat there, listening, waiting to see if something happened...but he quickly realised something from his dad's slow and quiet breathing-- he'd fallen asleep.

Evan didn't know what to do, and he simply opted to sit there, quietly, keeping his mouth shut. Eventually, he found himself beginning to doze; the pain had begun to dull somewhat, to the point of an ache, and he eventually got used to it after what felt like hours of waiting, but in reality was only around 30 or so minutes. His young body couldn't stay awake for long, despite the anxiety of his father at his back. His eyes inevitably closed, and at some point or another, sleep took him. His dream wasn't pretty; his dad's intense gaze, stabs of pain, and gripping hands...it was haunting. He felt like he was being choked underwater, gasping for air.

Then, in an instant, he awoke, as if barely any time had passed at all.

He found himself on his side, more or less in the same position as when he'd fallen asleep. He shifted, albeit subtly, and turned his head to try and look behind him, though he didn't need to; light filtered in through the window and illuminated the room in a warm glow, and in the quiet of the bedroom, he heard his father's slow, purposed breaths, ones that didn't sound particularly restful. He shifted against the cub's form, and the 10-year-old felt the turgid mass of Elliott's morning wood pressing against his back. He managed to restrain a nervous whimper, but couldn't quell the tremble that ran through him.

"Look who's awake." His gruff voice growled, dripping with a husky undertone that sent a chill up the boy's spine. Evan felt his dad's hips roll up against his body, which forced the cub to arch his back a bit against the man, and he tried to squirm forward, though didn't get very far.

"Now, now, where're you going?" His father muttered, his other hand snaking down his son's side as the other remained hooked under him, cupped around his chest. "C'mon, son...you wanted this, didn't you? I'm just going to give you what you want. I've been looking for a nice lay for a while now..."

"P-Please..." Evan quietly whimpered, but nothing could stop the hand from hooking under the boy's leg, forcing it upwards to spread his cheeks. Elliott's hand pulled the boy's knee almost all the way up to his chest to stretch him wide, and the man's turgid cock angled down with some subtle manoeuvring, his length lining up along the boy's taint and pushing against his balls.

The boy shook his head, but his complaints fell on deaf ears. There was nothing stopping his father, now that he'd opened the floodgates to his desire...and it may never stop. The shop mysteriously didn't open that day, and people in the outskirts of the city were sure they could hear crying from inside the humble home.