"Fuck, where th'hell the fuckin' key..."

Robert stumbled on the spot and swayed, his balanced skewed by a heavy intoxication. He'd had what, four, maybe 5 beers at the bar? He wasn't normally such a lightweight, but he hadn't had dinner before he left the house; his picky shit of a son had complained about his food and caused Robert to be late for pool with the boys. He would have been a laughing stock of his buddies, if he didn't have such an aggressive bravado. The 47-year-old kangaroo fumbled with the keys in his hand until he snagged and pulled out one of various others, it's base hexagonal and it's colour a gleaming silver. In the porch light, his hand trembled and sluggishly attempted to slip the key into the lock; after several failed attempts, he eventually managed it. With a grunt, he twisted the door open and stepped through, pulling his key out and using his other hand to swing the door shut behind him.

The house was bathed in darkness. Not a sound could be heard until Robert started moving, the boards beneath him creaking under his weight as he staggered down the hall. To his right was the stairs leading to the floor above, but he didn't ascend just yet; he shrugged off his jacket and turned, reaching up to attempt to swing it onto the one of the hooks by the door, failing miserably a handful of times before he simply dropped it to the floor in defeat, muttering under his breath.

'At least that little shit can go to bed at a reasonable hour like he's told,' Robert thought, as he moved from the hallway to the bottom of the stairs. He briefly turned his head to the side to stare through the open doorway to the living room. In the dim, illuminating glow that seeped through the thin curtains, he could just make out the silhouette of the Christmas tree. He was glad he'd taken the time to wrap up whatever crappy presents he'd gotten for his kid before it was too late-- they were upstairs, in his room. He'd bring them down when he'd sobered up some, but he had other things on his mind; namely, his kid, and that perky little ass of his. On that night, at 3am, a lot of things were about to happen...but Robert wasn't quite aware of it just yet.

Slowly, the old kangaroo heaved himself up the stairs, each step creaking loudly under his weight as he ascended. When he reached the top, he stared down the quiet upper hallway and half-walked, half-staggered his way down it, putting a hand on the wall to steady himself as he went. He paused outside a door, with a little plaque that labelled as the room for his son, Roosiph. The man stood there for a moment, taking in deep breaths, before he fumbled for the door handle and twisted it open. He lost his balance and slumped forwards, and the door swung open under his weight, causing him to stumble into his son's room.

To his surprise, and relief, his little tumble hadn't woken the boy up, but he cursed when his bare paw pressed right down into a small LEGO piece the cub had left on the floor. He swore under his breath a few times and kicked it across the room before making his way over towards the foot of the bed. Sure enough, his son was fast asleep beneath the covers, looking warm, peaceful and cosy...and his father was going to ruin his day.

Slowly, Robert made his way around the boy's bed and stared down at him from the side, breathing heavily as he scanned that face. He looked so much like his mother that it made Robert angry. He'd had a messy break-up with Roosiph's mother not long after she was born and she didn't take the kid with her, leaving him with Robert to look after...which frankly, Robert hated. He despised how much he was reminded of her every time he looked at his own kid; it was enough to make him boil with rage, most of the time. That anger manifested in a lot of ways, but it was more often than not sexual-- what else was a late 40's man meant to do for sex, hook up with petite young girls? The chances of what were slim, considering his ridiculous beer belly and aggressive nature.

Eventually, Robert's heavy breathing roused the young kangaroo, who stirred and rolled over onto his back, blearily opening his eyes and staring up at the dark outline of his father. He visibly looked concerned and slowly sat up, gulping nervously, and Robert stared down into those wide, innocent eyes.

"D...Dad?" The boy began apprehensively, and with a grunt Robert reached up, plucking some of the buttons of his shirt.

"Take off your pyjamas." Robert demanded darkly and Roosiph visibly tensed in his sat-up position, his lower lip wobbling. He knew better than to defy his dad, especially when he was drunk-- Robert could be scary when intoxicated. Slowly, the boy reached down to the hem of his pyjama shirt and pulled it up and over his head as Robert slowly unbuttoned his plaid shirt, his gaze lidding over as he stared down at his son. Though he couldn't make him out in the dark, he knew about his body enough to know it off by heart; he was pudgy, stout and boyish. He had flabby little curves and a rich mixture of brown fur, with distinctive dark orange stripes around the middle of his back. His features, for the most part, were quite similar to Robert's own.

He could tell his son was stalling from how long it took him to take off his shirt; by the time the 5-year-old he reached the bottom button and was slipping out of the shirt entirely, Robert had already discarded his own top and dropped his pants to the floor, wearing nothing but a pair of form-fitting briefs. The older man dropped them without much of a thought and leant forwards, pressing his knee to the edge of Roosiph's bed and alerting the cub to his father's arrival.

"W-Wait..." The cub squeaked, before clamping his mouth shut. For a moment Robert paused, staring down at the boy, and even in the dim light he was sure the boy could make out his withering gaze.

"Did'ya just try ta reject me, boy?" He demanded to know, and he saw the dark outline of his son shake back and forth with his denial. "Oh, so now you're lyin'?"

"I-I'm sorry!" The boy squeaked, but the damage was done. With a grunt, Robert reached out and grabbed his kid by one of his big ears, dragging him closer and forcing the cub's face down against his crotch. The weight of his belly pressed down atop the boy's head and as Robert shuffled to press his other knee to the bed, he wriggled and adjusted his son's head, making sure the head of his average-sized cock smeared and prodded the young kangaroo's muzzle. He was pretty sure that the short fuzz of his pubic hair bothered the boy, but if anything that amused Robert, who licked his lips as he looked down and imagined what the sight might look like, if a light was on.

"Show daddy how fuckin' sorry you are, you lil' shit," He insisted, humping his hips forwards against his son's whining muzzle for good measure. "Get to suckin'. Make sure daddy's nice and lubed up to fuck that little ass of yours in a bit..."

Roosiph was clearly nervous and apprehensive, but at his father's aggressive words he obliged, and Robert soon felt his son's lips parted to accept his readily growing cock. Though the late 40s man had quite a lot of flab around that area, he still had a studly cock befitting a man of stature; some of it was just hard to see. It was more than enough for the cub though, who even with the member half-hard could only manage to just barely take it all, groaning around the girth of the cock and openly vocalising his disapproval of being forced to give his dad a blowjob at the odd hours of 3am. Robert, however, cared very little for what his son wanted; his only interests were getting himself off.

"That's it, kid," He grunted, thrusting his hips against the cub's mouth as he firmly squeezed that ear between his clenching digits, the other hand resting on his own hip. "Suck my fuckin' cock, you little whore."

A groan escaped the man's lips as his member easily, rapidly swelled from half-mast to its fullest length, about 6 inches or so-- though it looked more like 4 or 5 given the fat around his pelvis-- and for good measure he tugged Roosiph's mouth against his crotch and sighed, relishing the way the cub's throat spasmed and was forced to accommodate his intruding member. When he slid back, he could hear the boy's nostrils sucking in deep gulps of air, and he gave the cub barely a second or two to catch his breath before he forced himself forwards again. His hand moved from his hand to the other boy's ear and used both of them for leverage, tugging them down and towards himself to keep his son close to his cock. He could feel the hard, sharp prick of the boy's ear piercings in his palms, something that Robert had forced him to get a couple of years ago; he can't even remember why anymore.

Roosiph reached up and clasped his hands around his father's hips and squeezed tightly as the man bucked his hips and thrust, relishing both that delightfully warm and intoxicating little mouth, as well as the lewd squelches and slaps of that spit-covered cock sliding back and forth, accompanied by the light slapping of his old balls hitting the 5-year-old's chin. Robert's breathing grew fairly heavy pretty quickly, but it was from the physical exertion of his thrusts more than anything else; he was already out of shape, and being drunk typically made it worse-- the main thing to note, however, was that Robert was nowhere close to cumming already; he fucked his son often enough for him to last a while.

Robert kept it up for a while, enjoying the sounds that Roosiph's made as he did his best to accommodate his dad's fat cock, before he eventually loosened his grip and pulled back, shoving the cub forwards and causing him to flop back onto the bed rather unceremoniously, bouncing briefly on the bed as he gasped for air, coughing loudly as he took in gulping breaths. Robert gave him little to no time to recuperate before he climbed up onto the bed, towering over his kid as he threw the covers to the side, where they unceremoniously dropped to the floor, exposing the boy entirely. Robert's hands descended to that pudgy body and for a moment his hands ran across the 5-year-old's pudgy stomach and flesh, before he roughly trailed his hands down to Roosiph's pyjama pants, unceremoniously yanking them down, his fingers slipping on them a little due to how drunk he was. Roosiph squirmed beneath him but didn't defy him completely; he was nervous and embarrassed, and his nostrils were filled with the smell of booze, but he was complacent for the most part as his father forcefully undressed him, yanking his legs up enough for the pants to be removed completely; he didn't want to upset his dad, and knew the consequences if he did.

"I'm gonna fuck you raw, kid," Robert snorted. "You love Daddy's cock, right? You want it to hurt, don't you? Don't worry, Daddy's gonna make sure you're squealing when he--"

Robert paused, swaying slightly in his knelt position. To his left, he'd heard an audible creak that was common for someone walking on floorboards, and he slowly eased from atop his son, turning his head and looking over his shoulder, his eyes dark and narrowed as a silhouette appeared within the doorway of Roosiph's bedroom. To Robert, it looked slender and narrow, but it was a little hard to tell exactly what his form was. Robert, however, made a particular simple assumption.

"Clooney, you're here!" He grunted, leaning back and tugging Roosiph closer to him, using one hand to lift up one of the boy's legs and spread him. "I was just getting the little bitch all warmed up-- what took you so long?"

There was a peculiar silence. Unbeknownst to Roosiph, his dad had invited a bar friend, a rat by the name of Clooney, to come over and take turns fucking his son. Whether he had offered it in the middle of his drunken stupor or whether it had been premeditated for quite some time was impossible for Roosiph to tell, but the 5-year-old had met Clooney before...and he was very certain that the figure that stood in the doorway was not him. Robert, however, didn't seem to notice, probably because he was far too drunk. After another handful of moments, the figure began to move, and there was a definitive clopping on the floorboards, implying there was some kind of hooves as opposed to shoes or bare feet.

"You put on your wife's fuckin' heels?" Robert jeered and teased, clearly too intoxicated to realise that the dark figure, who couldn't be illuminated even in the dim light of the moon through the curtains, was not his friend at all. Once again the figure didn't reply, but instead approached the bed from the side. Roosiph trembled in the bed, frightened, but he calmed somewhat when he felt a large, warm hand press down to his forehead, gentler to Robert's own. It stroked up between his ears, before tucking under his neck and pushing Roosiph up into a sitting position as if he were made of air.

"Huh, not talking, are ya?" Robert grunted, sounding perturbed and irritable. "Suit yourself, you ugly cunt. You get the front end."

Roosiph barely had time to register what his father had said before his father's hand wrenched to the side, forcing Roosiph's leg over to the side and making him roll over onto his front, distinctly naked. The cold chill of the night was slowly setting into the 5-year-old's bones, but there wasn't much he could do about it; instead, he weakly pulled himself up onto all fours as Robert relinquished his grip, and he squeaked quietly when he felt his dad's rough, squeezing hands grabbing fistfuls of his ass, his thumbs harshly digging in between the boy's young cheeks to spread them and expose the used ass beneath-- Roosiph had taken his dad's cock so many times that it was hard to know if he'd ever properly recover. Anal was a near-daily occurrence for Roosiph now.

Robert was evidently ravenous and horny, that much was made clear by the way he stretched Roosiph's cheeks beyond what the boy could normally endure, causing him to half-whimper, half-groan from the mixed discomfort and anxiety of the situation. The young cub instinctively leant forwards and quickly found his head pressed to the warmth of the mysterious figure's fur, which felt inviting to the touch. The man's hands reached down to Roosiph's shoulders, and to the kangaroo's surprise the stranger was gentle, his hands slowly caressing and stroking the cub's fur. After a few moments, however, his large palms drifted upwards towards Roosiph's face, and he cradled him for a moment before abruptly dropping him down, firmly coaxing him to lower his head. Roosiph didn't understand why at first, but it evidently became clear when the front of his muzzle met with the turgid, twitching firmness of the man's loins. The cub hadn't even heard him take off his pants; he had been naked the entire time?

As Robert roughly squeezed, spread and circled Roosiph's cheeks with his hands, as if he were warming the boy up, the young kangaroo's face was pushed down against the stranger's crotch, and though the man's hand was firm and forced him to remain there, he didn't do much else-- so Roosiph instinctively took the time to explore. Though he was a little apprehensive to do so, he got the impression that it was what the man wanted him to do. The stranger's fur was scratchy but not particularly wiry, though the 5-year-old didn't mind that feeling. As he took in a breath, however, he was met with a peculiar mixed aroma of pine needles and what he perceived to be smoke, though it wasn't like the kind of smell he was hit with often when his dad had been smoking at the bar. What he was concerned about, however, was that steadily stiffening meat; it readily and rapidly swelled, trailing under Roosiph's chin before it swung to the side and grazed along his cheek as it became harder and harder.

"You ready, boy? I bet you fucking are..." Robert grunted from behind the boy, and Roosiph soon felt the pulsing mass of his dad's cock, which was all too familiar to him, pressing against his behind. Though his dad asked if he was ready, he had no intention of actually being kind nor gentle, and before the young kangaroo could even adjust, he felt his dad force his way inside. Robert might have been averagely sized, but he was noticeably thicker than most other guys, and Roosiph could feel his firth as that cock intruded in the boy's most intimate area for what wouldn't be the last time, of that he was sure. The kangaroo's ring instinctively squeezed, but nothing could stop the strength of his dad when he was eager to fuck, especially when he was drunk-- that thick, circumcised cock rammed into him and stuffed deep in a single thrust, the man's tail flicking left and right as he shoved until his pelvis kissed with the 5-year-old's clenching cheeks. Roosiph did what any cub would do, and let out a cry of discomfort, but it was quickly muffled by the stranger in front of him, who tugged his head closer and forced the cub's muzzle into his fur, muffling him.

When the boy's whimpers died down, the man loosened his grip on the cub's head, and slowly pulled him back. Roosiph was barely even paying attention to what the man was doing or where he was guiding him, for the majority of his focus was on the searing feeling in his behind as his dad's dry cock yanked back, lubed up only by the trailing droplets of pre-cum. The man in front of the boy wrangled and moved Roosiph's head until the kangaroo cub barely registered a press pressing against his muzzle, and knowing better than to anger his father and by extension his friends, the 5-year-old slowly parted his lips, sticking out his tongue to taste the heat of that pulsing cock and it's smooth, fleshy head. He barely even got to adjust to its sheer girth and size before the man in front of him pushed and shoved that turgid meat into his mouth, and Roosiph struggled to open his jaw as wide as he could to take it all.

It was overwhelming, being penetrated from both ends, but the 5-year-old was more than used to his dad's rough tendencies, and did his best to endure. As his father slowly lapsed into a rough, slow rhythm, where each slam was laboured and paused yet methodical, the silhouetted creature cradling Roosiph's face plunged deeper and deeper, his significantly thicker, longer cock sliding forwards until the head of that throbbing length met with the back of the boy's throat. Roosiph gagged quietly as it slid down towards his tight little passage, but the man thankfully didn't go much further than that, pulling back and trailing the underside of his cock along the boy's mouth. The spittle helped to slicken him up as he slid back in, coaxing his length back into the boy's muzzle and towards the back of his throat once more.

Robert's rough and eager thrusts were beginning to reach a faster and steadier rhythm, and Roosiph knew it was only going to get worse from here; that's what his instincts told him. Surprisingly, however, that pine scent of the stranger's cock was actually helping to soothe him a little-- maybe it was the smell of the woods that made him feel at ease, or maybe it was the gentleness of those squeezing hands, but he found comfort in the man's foreign grip, in his pulsing cock, and quietly the boy groaned, closing his eyes and trying to do his best to please them. As peculiarly comforting as it was, however, his hopes were dashed very quickly by the man's tightening grip.

Rather suddenly, in a way that took the 5-year-old by surprise, the stranger abruptly thrust forwards, yanking Roosiph's muzzle down against his body as his cock unexpectedly shoved deep into the 5-year-old's mouth, sinking far past his initial coaxing mere moments before and plunging deep into his throat. Roosiph first recognised the complete lack of airflow through his mouth, and panic briefly surged through his body, followed by the painful discomfort of his throat being stretched beyond its normal limits. He squirmed against the man's imposing hands, but couldn't really raise his own without his body sagging forwards; he knew his dad would complain and get angry if he started making things difficult. His panic, however, only just outweighed the fear of his father's wrath-- he let out a muffled groan, and the vibration of his throat helped to stimulate the man before him. Roosiph was sure he could hear the man snort, like some sort of horse, or goat.

"Oh fuck, keep squeezing like that, you little slut," Robert muttered as his rough thrusts picked up speed. "You like that, don't you? You love daddy's cock..."

Roosiph couldn't do anything but whimper and let out a muffled groan to those moans. The cub couldn't see it in the darkness, but his vision was starting to blur and fade, and he quickly became light-headed as he tried to breathe. The man before him appeared to care little about how much the cub was struggling, for his hands squeezed and his hips slightly rocked back and forth, massaging his ample cock down into the boy's throat and effectively using the kangaroo's instinctively squeezing muscles to milk his length. After a short while though, which to Roosiph felt like forever, the man did eventually pull back. When his cock withdrew completely from the boy's mouth, the cub drew in a deep breath and coughed, hanging his head and gasping for air.

"How's it taste, boy?" Robert goaded, yanking at his son's hips to force him back against his cock, relishing those spasming innards. "I bet Clooney's got a real nice tasting cock, huh?"

Roosiph knew better than to reply, but even if he wanted to he couldn't; his throat stung from being ruthlessly used and he still gasped for air, each violent cough burning his throat. He didn't even get a chance to recuperate before he felt his father's hands unclench from his cheeks, giving him some much-needed reprieve, before he wrapped his arms around the kangaroo's body and forcibly lifted him up. For a moment, Roosiph cried out and immediately tensed, fully aware his dad's cock was still in him as he was lifted up, and he lifted up his legs to avoid the worst of the discomfort, but quickly found his back pressed to his dad's chest, which felt sweaty from his physical exertion, his wiry little chest hair tickling the cub's back and neck. 

At first, Robert's hands clung to his hips, but they quickly and roughly slipped down, hooking around his ass and then sliding to his thighs, before resting at the backs of his knees, keeping him up and spread. Roosiph could only really see the man in front of him, and his own spread-eagled limbs, and his eyes widened as the silhouette of the stranger wordlessly moved across the bed, its wooden frame creaking heavily under his weight. He slowly settled into the space between the 5-year-old's legs and Roosiph felt the heat of his fur and the pounding of the stranger's heart against his chest. Large, imposing hands pressed to the cub's chest and stroked against the lighter-furred parts of his belly and upper torso, before they trailed down towards his crotch, passing by his little half-chub dick and towards his behind. One of those hands grabbed his ass and spread a single cheek, and though Roosiph didn't know where the other hand was, he could guess-- it must have helped to guide the stranger's cock to him, for mere moments later the young kangaroo could feel that turgid cock probing across his taint and down to his already stretched ass.

"Fuck, Clooney, when'd you get such smooth fur? You use conditioner, like a little pussy?" Robert jeered, his breathing low and heavy, but it seemed that the older kangaroo still had no idea that the silhouetted stranger wasn't his bar friend at all. When he didn't reply, Robert grumbled something and sounded angry, but the adult kangaroo didn't start an argument. Instead, he pulled back out of the boy's behind, causing the cub to strain and grunt briefly from the discomfort that riddled his searing ring and spread up his spine. As he slid back, Roosiph felt that fatter, harder cock prodding and pressing at the entrance to his ass, teasing and trying to stretch that tiny, abused little ring just a bit more. Roosiph couldn't understand why, but he was beginning to figure out what the man was trying to do when his father yanked all the way back until only the head of his cock was inside, slightly narrower than the rest of his length. It was there that the stranger's cock managed to stretch the young hole just enough for the head of his cock to enter.

Roosiph strained at first, letting out a groan at first, followed by a gasp as his hole stretched beyond its limits, and the man's cock forced its way inside him. He squirmed between the two men, sandwiched between them, and his nostrils filled with the peculiar concoction of that same pine scent, mingled with his dad's sweat and the heavy breath of alcohol. The boy's main focus, however, was on how much his ass stretched to accommodate both cocks-- he was so young to the point where taking two should have been enough to split him in two, yet somehow he endured, and on some level, it seemed like both adults were keen not to break their 'toy'-- where one pushed, the other receded, so Roosiph only really had to deal with a little extra girth at any one time, more or less. It quickly became clear, however, that Robert wanted to move faster, but he was mostly forced to adhere to the stranger's slow rhythm; Roosiph's ass was simply too tight to accommodate the both of them completely, at least not without some warming up first.

"Speed up, you rat-ass bastard, would ya?" The older kangaroo complained, his huffing grunts of passion indicating how close he was getting...yet the stranger, peculiar as he was, didn't even register he was talking. In front of him, Roosiph was sure he could hear the man's heavy breathing, and though most of his attention was in the lewd, wet squelching of that cock sliding in and out of him combined with the sharp, discomforting pain of his ass being ruthlessly fucked, he could also feel the hot breath of the stranger on his face, heavy with the scent of forestry and foliage.

The aching pain in the cub's behind was beginning to fade, but that didn't stop him from whimpering still, and his sniffles and half-groans of mixed pleasure and pain spurred on Robert in particular, who frustratingly tried to get his rocks up by thrusting up a bit harder, as if his strength could force the other man to speed up enough to aid his pleasure. The fiercer he was, however, the harder Roosiph found it to not clench-- the 5-year-old's ass squeezed and gripped like a vice, his tiny half-limp dick pressed firmly to the stranger in front of him as Robert grunted, hissing through his gritted teeth as he growled against the cub's neck. The young kangaroo had done that sort of thing enough with his dad by now to understand the signs of when he was close, even if he didn't completely understand sex; those grunts, hisses and growls were a telltale indication of his father's impending orgasm.

"Fuck, take it you little whore...!" Robert huffed, plunging upwards as the other man retreated, but this time Robert didn't pull back; the man remained there, the entirety of his 6-inch cock in his son's behind, and to Roosiph's surprise the stranger in front of him paused; the cub could feel his cock stretching his ring, the head of his cock nudging the boy's innards, but he didn't completely slip inside...at least, not for the moment. When Roosiph whimpered from the pain of his ring being stretched far beyond what his body would allow, however, it spurred the silhouetted man onwards-- Roosiph arched his back against his father's hairy chest and gasped when he felt that larger cock push deep into him, dragging and lining up against his father's own twitching member. For Robert, that added stimulation was just enough to tip him over the edge.

The late 40s kangaroo muttered something lewd and expletive under his breath as he pumped his hips up, and his balls tucked up against his body as his cock vividly throbbed, twitching madly before it spurted and splattered thick strings of cum right into his son's ass; each virile shot of that sticky goo seeped deeply into Roosiph, but inevitably oozed down and smeared around his dad's slightly adjusting cock, still twitching inside. Each throb pressed firmly to the stranger's cock in turn, and Roosiph could feel those man's hands clench and squeeze his ass, but it was hard to tell if he was getting any closer; though his breathing was low and heavy, it wasn't sharp and irregular like Robert's own, nor was it slow and tender like his father's post-orgasm breathing. Suddenly, however, the man pulled back a little and started to hump, only half an inch or so at the time, and Roosiph was sure he could feel that cock throbbing within him.

What caught the young boy by surprise, however, was the sudden force of a mass that met his muzzle, stifling the majority of his whimpering sounds. The mess that pressed to him pushed and squirmed, and a wetness touched with his lips, pressing and smearing until it coaxed Roosiph into opening his mouth. It was there that he tasted what it was that e was trying to push into him, and having received such a feeling first-hand before thanks to his father, he knew exactly what it was; the man in front of him, who up until that point had been stoic and quiet, was now kissing him, and passionately to boot. The man's tongue forced its way inside the cub's mouth, exploring and tasting his own little tongue. The 5-year-old trembled against him, huffing through his nose and groaning against that tongue; the saliva tasted sweet, and it sent tingles up his spine.

After a few moments, a quiet sound came from the man's parted lips, low and filled with emotion, and shortly afterwards an intense heat spread across Roosiph's ass. The tingling feeling that shot up his spine strengthened and the cub trembled more between them, letting out soft, high-pitched gasps as that feeling spread to his every limb...yet, despite whatever pleasure he may have felt in that moment, the cub's little cock remained dormant and half-hard, only twitching ever so slightly from the way the stranger's alleged orgasm made him feel. The man in front of him loosened his grip slightly on the cub's ass and audibly snorted, as if huffing through his nose, and for a few moments longer his tongue roamed and kissed, pushing deeply into the boy's mouth until it threatened to reach the back of his throat. Roosiph wondered if it might do just that, but to his surprise the man pulled away, leaning his head back, followed by the entirety of his frame. As the stranger withdrew, Roosiph could feel his dad's arms trembling from the physical exertion of holding his son up, and when the man in front of him slid out, the cub heard the lewd noises of splattering substances as cum seeped from his ass and formed small puddles on the bed below.

Roosiph's vision blurred once more, and his stomach turned over as he suddenly dropped; Robert's arms could only keep him up so for long before his muscles gave out. With the cub's descent came the withdrawal of his dad's cock, and the 5-year-old unceremoniously flopped down onto the covers, his ass searing with pain as a peculiar feeling spread across his chest and up to his head, leaving him feeling hazy, both tired yet strangely alert. To his left, he heard the thudding sounds of hooves retreating back towards the door, but Robert didn't call after the man, and Roosiph listened quietly to the sounds of those footsteps disappearing into the hall and down the stairs of their rickety, run-down house...and yet, the cub didn't hear the front door open nor close-- at least, no immediately. 

It wasn't until what felt like an eternity of aching later, where Roosiph had spent that time laying on his bed trying to recuperate as Robert sat on his heels near the foot of it breathing heavily, did the cub actually hear the front door downstairs open. At first, he wasn't sure if it was the sound of the man leaving or not, but when he heard the stumbling of feet on the hardwood floor downstairs, followed by the shattering of glass, he was fairly sure it wasn't the measured hands and feet of the stranger from before.

"Where t'fuck are ye, you fuckin' asshole?" Someone called from downstairs, a southern drawl ripping through the quiet, dark house. "An' where's that fuckin' whore o' yers? My dick's achin' for a fuckin'!"

"Clooney, you rat-ass bastard!" Robert turned his head to bellow, making Roosiph jump on the bed and instinctively clench all over. "Now you fuckin' talk?! Getcha fuckin' ass up here and look't what you did!"

The silence that followed was pierced by the sound of stumbling footsteps, and Roosiph turned his head in the bed to stare over at the door to his bedroom, hearing those shuffling steps approach towards the doorway. A silhouette appeared in the door frame, but this one was much more slimmer and spindly than the imposing figure Roosiph had seen before-- the cub was sure that this was Robert's friend, as opposed to whomever he'd dealt with before.

"Get over here, you fuck," Robert reached over and grabbed Roosiph's ass, squeezing and spreading the cub's cheek to expose some of the cub's stretched, used hole. "Here's your Christmas present. Maybe this time h'll be more fuckin' thankful, huh?"

"Ah, Robert, ya fuckin' jackass! Ya spoilin' me!" Clooney laughed, and Roosiph heard the jingling of the man's belt, signifying that he was undressing. Robert seemed to have no idea that the man from before wasn't his friend, and it looked as if he didn't really care all that much, either. With a groan, Roosiph was forcibly flipped on his back by his father's groping hands, and he stared up at the shady silhouette of their faces. He had no doubt they were grinning.

This was going to be a long Christmas night.